BROKEN

By Wes Leigh

 

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Chapter Twenty

 

The next morning, I am so darned sore. Every muscle in my body is stiff and aching. Monty rubs liniment all over until I smell like a hospital, but it begins to feel better immediately as the heat starts seeping down into my muscles.

Carson wrinkles his nose when I walk into the kitchen for morning coffee. "The chickens are gonna run away when they smell you coming," he teases.

"Haha, so funny," I reply. "They might run from me this morning, but they run from you the rest of the week. Maybe you should shower before you do your chores."

Carson rushes around the table and grabs me in a headlock before I can get away. He twists my head so that my nose is close to his armpit, and I actually begin to gag. He really does need a shower!

"Any other suggestions for your big brother?" he asks, pulling me closer to his body.

"No. Aargh! Let me go, Carson!"

He releases my head and pulls me into a sideways hug instead. This is much better. I can still smell him, the strong odor I've come to associate with my big brother. It's not disgusting, but rather the smell of a hardworking man. I punch his stomach playfully. Hard as a board. I hope I'm as strong as him when I'm seventeen. Strong physically. Not strong smelling!

And he isn't wrong about my smell. The chickens avoid me this morning, which does make gathering the eggs easier.

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Now that Carson is home from school too, I'm able to do more training on the horses. Monty wants me to ride all four of them today, at least an hour each in the morning, teaching them to take their cues to walk, trot, canter, and stop from me—their rider. Poppa wants Carson riding Amber as a buddy horse next to me, so he saddles Amber while I'm saddling Cinnamon.

We begin with Cinnamon because she's so calm and dependable, and we start out simple. Changing gaits. Stopping. Turning with the reins over her neck. Turning with leg cues only (one leg tapping near her shoulder, the other back on her flank). Using both reins and leg cues. Monty wants to see which she responds to best, but he wants her to learn both. We even spend some time teaching her to back up on command. She's an intelligent horse and a quick learner.

We put Cinnamon up and bring out Misty. She also picks up the training right away. In fact, Misty seems to enjoy working with me. I think she likes it when I teach her something new, and I love training her. It's wonderful having a powerful animal showing you that she trusts you completely and wants to please you. I love Misty.

Monty is smiling and nodding his head. He's obviously very pleased with how fast the fillies are learning.

Charlie is next. He's a little goofy, as usual, but he does fine until the very end. When we try to teach him to back up, he just stands there, tossing his head. I'm gently pulling back on the reins, asking him to back, but he doesn't know what I want. Monty walks up in front of Charlie and taps his chest while I'm tugging back on the reins. Charlie eventually gets it and backs up several steps. We have to repeat the lesson a dozen times before he responds to my cues properly. He's such a knucklehead.

Chance, as usual, decides to be an idiot and start bucking the second I swing up into the saddle. I let him know right off that I'm not putting up with his nonsense. We spend half a minute spinning and rearing before Chance remembers that we've done this before and I won. He settles down, gives me an angry snort, and then starts doing what I ask. We probably should have lunged him first to work off some of his excess energy, but that's not going to work when we sell him. Who wants a horse you have to exercise for half an hour before you can ride him? Chance is a bigger knucklehead than Charlie, but he seems to pick up the training faster, even the backing up.

Poppa walks over while I'm working with Chance. Poppa smiles big, happy to see that even the knuckleheads are doing what I ask. "What are you doing after lunch?" Poppa asks. "I could really use Carson's help repairing the hay barn."

We all look at Monty.

He thinks for a bit, then says, "I don't want to let up on the saddle training. I think Misty and Cinnamon are eager to learn more, and I want to teach them to make lead changes at a canter out in the open field, but I still don't trust Chance and Charlie. I don't want Truman riding them without a buddy horse nearby."

"Do you think the fillies will be safe for Truman to ride without a buddy?" Poppa asks.

Monty nods. "I really do. They've never given me a reason to worry, and Truman is a darned good horseman. We could work the fillies this afternoon, then start on the colts again in the morning."

I smile at Monty. He can keep complimenting me all day if he wants, and I'll give him a nice wet, sloppy `thank you' when we get alone in the bunkhouse!

Poppa says, "I'll trust your judgement, Monty. Carson, you're with me this afternoon. We have some ceiling leaks to repair. If we get any more rain, I'm worried about mold ruining the alfalfa."

Carson gives Poppa a playful salute. "Aye, aye, Captain."

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Most horses pick up lead changes naturally. After all, they've been doing it since they were foals playing in the fields around their mommas. The way it works is a horse that is cantering will either be in a left lead or a right lead ...

... wait. I should back up and explain this differently.

When a horse is walking, all four feet come down at different times. That's why they say the walk is a four-beat gait.

Trotting is different. It's a two-beat gait. The left front foot and the back right foot come down at the same time. Next, the right front foot and the back left foot strike the ground together. Diagonal legs. Horses can trot for hours and hours, but it's hard on the rider if you don't get into rhythm with the horse, moving back and forth in between beats.

Cantering covers a lot of ground quickly and is actually a three-beat gait. You can hear their feet hitting the ground, bum BUM bum pause bum BUM bum repeat. The first bum is the right hind foot hitting the ground, pushing the horse forward, while the other three legs are in the air stretching forward. The second beat, BUM, is the left hind foot and the right front foot striking the ground at the same time. Finally, the left front foot stretches out the farthest, hits the ground and it all starts all over again. Since the left front foot is the last beat, it's called cantering in the left lead. I guess it's because the left foot is leading the way.

If the horse is in a right lead, it's just the opposite with all four legs.

Now, here's the thing you have to teach them: when a horse is turning to the left, you want them in the left lead. Turning to the right? Right lead. The key is teaching the horse which lead you want, because you're the rider and it's your job to tell the horse when you want to canter and which lead you want them to use and where you want them to turn and change leads and so on.

I hope learning to drive a car is a lot easier than teaching a horse to canter in the correct lead.

I spend the afternoon working with Misty and Cinnamon. When I'm riding them in a circle, they naturally want to lead with the inside leg, so Monty uses their instincts to reinforce my leg cues. He has me ride at a canter in a big figure-eight, and when I get to the middle and start looping around in the opposite direction, I give the horses the cue to switch leads. At first, they don't understand, and they usually drop into a trot before cantering in the correct lead, but by the end of the day, I have them doing flying lead changes. That means they make a little leap and switch leads on the fly. It's really impressive to see, and it's something that will let everyone know these horses are very well trained.

At the end of the day, Carson and Poppa come out to watch us. I'm riding Misty, and she's probably the smartest horse I'll ever have a chance to train. Monty has me speed up the canter and make a bigger figure-eight, with flying lead changes in the middle, then bring the canter down to a gentle lope in a smaller loop, with more lead changes in the middle. Then I pull her into a sliding stop and back her up ten feet.

Carson whoops when he sees that. He turns to Poppa and says, "You can't sell her, Poppa. She'll be a champion at Western Riding. We have to keep her and compete with her at the fair."

I don't say anything. It's something I've been secretly hoping for, but I didn't want to ask Poppa. I know we were planning to sell these horses, but a part of me is thrilled by what Carson is suggesting. I'd love to take Misty to the state fair and show everyone how smart she is.

I walk Misty back to where Monty, Carson and Poppa are standing. Poppa is thinking about it, but I can tell he needs more time. I hope he decides to keep Misty.

Monty walks up next to me and places his hand on my thigh. He squeezes my leg and winks at me. I can tell he's pleased, not just with Misty, but also her trainer. Me. Truman Greene, cowboy and horse wrangler. Monty keeps his hand on my leg, and I love feeling it there.

Poppa notices Monty's hand but doesn't say anything.

Carson sees too and grins at me, wiggling his eyebrows.

And standing near the pasture fence, watching all of us, is Mattie. I suppose she's home from school. She's glaring at us. Her eyes are on Monty's hand as well.

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Carson volunteers to help us put away the saddles and bridles. I can do it by myself, but it will take me a couple of trips. Monty still isn't supposed to be carrying much until his shoulder heals up. When we get inside the tack room, I turn to Carson and ask him, "Did you ever talk to Mattie about what she said to me and Monty that time?"

Carson frowns and thinks. "Oh. You mean when she made that hateful comment about fags fucking each other in the ass?"

"Yeah. Did you talk to her about that?"

Carson nods. "I told her she was out of line saying it, and I better not hear her talking like that again."

"How did she respond?" I ask.

"She got snippy with me. Said it was true, and I should be warning you to stay away from Monty."

I'm getting really angry now. Carson notices and puts his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. "Truman, I took care of it. I told her to mind her own business and leave the two of you alone. She said she might just go tell Momma and Poppa. See what they thought of it. I told her to go ahead."

I start to panic. "You did? Why?"

Carson chuckles. "Don't worry, little bro. I told her she's lucky Momma and Poppa don't stop her games behind the barn, so maybe she'd better think twice before she starts gossiping about things she can't prove."

I look Carson in the eye and say, "Have I told you lately what a good big brother you are?"

"Not often enough, Squirt."

I grab Carson in my arms and hug him with all my might. "Thanks, Carson."

"No problem, Truman. I've got your back."

"That's good. Because Mattie was giving us the evil eye just now."

"Yeah. I saw that. And I'll talk to her again. She's as stubborn as Chance. Might take a few more laps around the pen to teach her to mind her own business."

I giggle. "I don't use spurs on Chance, but you might try them on Mattie."

"And a whip," Carson adds, smirking.

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Mattie refuses to look at me all during supper. I think Carson talked to her. He might have used that whip. Somehow, I don't think we've heard the last of it, because my sister is one of the most stubborn girls I know ... I mean, one of the most stubborn witches in the Dark Nebula.

I'm on cleaning duty tonight, so after everyone has eaten, I collect up the dishes and run water in the sink. Monty stays behind to help me. He's one-handed, so I have him rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dish rack to dry. We make quick work of it, even though I'm distracted by how our hips are pressed together the entire time, which makes my cock hard. No can see, except Monty, and he keeps snickering at how hard I am.

He leans over and whispers, "You want me to help you with that, Cowboy?"

"You made it hard, so you better take care of it," I whisper back.

He glances over his shoulder to look for the rest of the family. They're in the front room, watching a movie. "You don't want to find out who killed the boss guy."

"I've seen that movie," I say. "I'd rather find out how long I can hold off before filling your mouth with cum while you poke your finger in my ass."

Monty looks shocked. "You kiss your momma with that mouth?" he asks.

"Nope," I reply, "but I do kiss my boyfriend so I can taste my own jizz."

Monty can't help himself. He starts laughing and says, "Hurry up and finish that pot before we both have tents in our pants."

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We're cuddling on the bunkhouse bed.

Monty kisses me on the lips, just a peck, and asks, "Same as last night, cowboy?"

I nod. "Finger in my butt. Mouth around my cock. Suck, poke, and swallow. Then kiss."

Chuckling, he says, "Sounds like you've got the entire evening planned out."

"Yeah, I suppose. It would be better if we had a small dildo."

Monty eyes open wide in surprise. "A dildo? Where did you learn about ... never mind. Something you read, right?"

"It's what all the experts say we need, Monty. They recommend I start out with a small dildo, then work my way up to one about the same size as your cock." I reach down and fondle the lump in his jeans. "I want to do this, Monty. I want to make love to you, and that means I need to get my butt ready. There's just one problem. There isn't a store in our little town where you can buy dildos, so the best option is to order some on-line. But then we have to find a place to keep them. Mattie is nosy and I worry about her looking through the bathroom when we're out working and she's in here cleaning. We could say we don't want her out here anymore, and we're going to clean up after ourselves, but that might make Momma suspicious, so that takes me back to where we started: we need a place to hide them. I think I know a good spot in the barn, but Poppa might find them out there."

I pause to take a breath and Monty jumps in, grinning, "You've really been giving this a lot of thought, haven't you?"

"Yes. I want us to make love, Monty."

He winks and says, "Well, cowboy, you know that country boys have been facing this same dilemma for decades..." His voice trails off, giving me time to think about it.

"Wait. Are you saying you and Jonas found a way to hide dildos?"

He laughs. "No, I'm saying we found something we could use instead. Something most farms have lying around, and no one would suspect you're using them for dildos."

"What?"

Monty grins and explains. "Jonas's dad was a part-time carpenter, so he had quite a few tools in his workshop. Some had smooth wooden handles that were just the right size." He winks at me. "Almost as big as our cocks."

I grimace. "You pushed handles in your butts."

He shrugged. "It worked. Just had to watch out for splinters."

Now I'm shuddering at the thought of getting splinters in the worst possible place, but it does give me an idea. "Poppa has some screwdrivers in his toolbox. I bet one of them will work."

"Sure," Monty agrees.

Then I have an even better idea. "Wait. I know. Mattie has a hairbrush she leaves in the bathroom in the house. It has a long, rubber handle, just a little smaller around than your cock. I bet it will work great."

"You're going to use your sister's hairbrush as a dildo?"

"Why not? I think it's perfect. And one day, I might give it back to her and tell her what I've been doing with it."

Monty laughs and attacks my ribs, tickling me until I'm rolling around on the bed, trying to get away. I accidentally bump his right shoulder, making him grunt in pain. "Sorry, Monty," I say, immediately stopping and kissing him on the neck.

He pulls my face up to his and kisses me on the lips. "My fault for tickling you, Cowboy. But hey, I might have another way of making this work, if you want to try it."

"Of course, I do. Will I like it?"

He shrugs. "Maybe. I know I do."

"What is it?"

He grins and holds up a finger, signaling for me to wait and see. He slides out of our cuddling hug and has me lie on my back. He begins unsnapping my jeans, but it's taking too long using just his left hand, so I help him. Together, we get my pants and underwear off. Monty spreads my legs wide and has me position a pillow under my butt, lifting it up in the air.

He lies on the bed between my legs and kisses his way from my knees up to my groin. I feel his tongue flicking around under my balls, touching here and there. His lips are kissing behind my balls, on my inner thighs. What is he going to do?

I feel his tongue circling my pucker. I know what this is. They call it rimming. I wasn't sure if Monty would want to do it, but I guess I should have just asked him.

His tongue touches my hole, and my entire body quivers. I feel the tip of his tongue dipping inside me, pushing deeper. This is so incredible. With all the things Monty has taught me, I think each one is the best yet. And that's certainly true now. I have to resist the urge to push my butt into his face. I want his tongue to go deeper and deeper.

He's lapping away down there, getting me wetter by the second. Then I feel his finger next to his tongue, and they're both pushing inside me, opening me up. A second finger joins the first, and it hurts when they both slide in together. I tense up, and Monty backs off a little.

"You okay, Cowboy?"

"Yeah. It hurts a little, but it's a really good kind of pain."

Monty chuckles. "I know what you mean, Truman." He continues licking all over with his tongue, and this time when he pushes both fingers inside, I open up and let him in. I feel stretched and aching, but wonderful. Not only are his fingers poking that tingly spot deep inside me, but he's also stretching me wider than I've ever been before. It doesn't hurt anymore. Instead, it sends a different kind of tingle through my body. I guess there are nerves all over the place back there, and Monty is making every one of them vibrate.

I close my eyes and concentrate on how good it feels to have Monty sliding his fingers in and out of my butt. Stretching my hole open. Squeezing down as his fingers go out. Feeling everything open back up again when he pushes in. He's not even touching my cock, and I feel my body quivering all over. I love this.

He pulls his fingers out and goes back to licking with his tongue. My hole is so loose now that he's able to push his tongue deep inside. Wonderful! Amazing! I have to try this on him next, but not right now. At the moment, I want his tongue to go just a little deeper.

I'm very wet now, and his fingers are back, sliding in easily and making me buck my hips slightly. I'm gasping and moaning. I don't know how much longer I can take this.

Finally, Monty moves up to my cock and begins sucking. I tense up and squeeze, trying to keep from shooting too soon, but I can't hold out. I'm cumming in less than a minute, filling his mouth full as I buck with his fingers pushed deep inside me. He slowly pulls his fingers out, wipes them on a towel, and sucks the last few drops out of my cock.

I reach down and motion for him to slide up my body and kiss me. I love this man.

Looking over Monty's shoulder, I think I see a shadow in the bunkhouse window. It's probably my imagination, but it looked like my sister Mattie, peeking in. That's when I realize I didn't pull the curtains completely closed.

Fuck.

 

The end of BROKEN, Chapter Twenty