Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2005 12:44:29 -0400 From: carl5de@netscape.net Subject: HIGH PLAINS DOCTOR - 7 HIGH PLAINS DOCTOR - 7 Copyright 2005 by Carl Mason and Ed Collins All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for strictly personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, except for reviews, without the written permission of the authors. However based on real events and places, "High Plains Doctor" is strictly fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold gradually. If you would like to read other Mason-Collins stories, you might turn to "Out of the Rubble," "Castle Margarethen," and "The Priest and the Pauper" which are archived in Nifty's "Historical" section. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the authors at carl5de@netscape.net This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults and teenagers. As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave. Finally, remember that maturity generally demands that anything other than safe sex is sheer insanity! CHAPTER 7 (Revisiting Chapter 6) Over time, Ben heard some details of the story from Ezra, some from Harry, and some when they accidentally slipped out or were disclosed indirectly by the boys themselves. For the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to say much of anything critical to them, at least at that time. Later on, there were discussions about dealing with physiological and psychological peculiarities of the female of the species - and far more about being a gay man in a straight world. Nevertheless, as Sam Culpepper had said some time ago, teenagers have to learn some things on their own. One just hopes that the experience isn't fatal! For years, he howled about those bits and pieces of the story that came his way. Ezra, for instance, had reported that he stopped by one night to find the two brothers (augmented by four good looking cowpokes) engaged in naked, four-legged "horsey" races up and down the upstairs corridor! Not a girl was in sight! The saddles were the hollows of their backs, the riders grabbing and lashing anything they could reach to stimulate their steeds to greater speed. One guy who was bucked into the next county when he grabbed and twisted the wrong thing should have taken some riding lessons from the Pony Soldiers! Teenagers... (Continuing Our Story - Baxter's Pond) Not all of the boys' contacts with those of their own age were, of course, restricted to the Pony Soldiers. In 1873, the small settlements of western Nebraska and the territories adjoining were isolated, and the isolation of the surrounding homesteads was even greater. Further, Jon and Kelly were beyond the school-leaving age and relied on home tutoring. Nevertheless, they did come in frequent contact with their peers, as well as younger children. On one of their medical forays into the countryside, for instance, they met several of the local boys, including one who had come with them on the Orphan Train. The upshot of this particular trip was that they were invited to ride up to Baxter's Pond where the locals got together to swim on Sunday afternoons when their duties permitted. Barry, unfortunately, had drawn duty, but Whitey was invited to join them and eagerly accepted. The riders approached the pond with a sense of anticipation and high excitement. They had been working long hours and were ready to just cut loose. As they rode down into a little depression in the hills, the foliage began to become thicker. Baxter's Pond was obviously the result of a natural spring. On a hot August day, the shade and the shouts of kids enjoying the cool water were really welcome! As they arrived in the secluded hollow, they saw that several larger trees overhung the water. At that point, a really big teen - perhaps 15 or 16 years old - was hanging from a branch while his contemporaries loudly chanted for him to let go. "WOO- EE!" Whitey snorted. "That boy's hung better than my Pa's prize bull!" Jon and Kelly chanced a quick, inquiring grin at each other. When the youngster finally dropped into the water and swam over to meet them on the bank, they discovered that Whitey's initial enthusiasm was, if anything, understated. Dave was not only the lad who had traveled west with them on the Train, but he also sported muscle on top of muscle. "Looks like farmin' agrees with you," Jon exclaimed. "Yeah," Dave answered, "this life builds up muscles that you never heard about back in Five Points! Got a good family...can't believe how lucky I was to get out of New York!" Kelly quickly introduced Whitey, whom Dave greeted openly and enthusiastically. "Nice to see new faces," he chortled. The visitors quickly hitched their horses near the others, shucked their clothing, and joined Dave in the melee going on in the pond. The water was cold, but, oh man, it felt so good! Gradually, they met the other seven guys, all teens other than one eleven year- old, who, it was explained by his frustrated brother, couldn't be left at home due to their parents "visitin'. It was a good bunch, and our boys enjoyed them every one. Not surprisingly, at least as far as Jon and Kell were concerned, Whitey was crowned "King of the Jungle." That boy had a control over his body that was glorious to watch. Hanging from a heavy overhead branch, for instance, he was actually able move in ways that Kurt, a German immigrant teen, excitedly called "Gymnastik." On short breaks, taken lying on the soft grass in the dappled sunshine, Kell asked where all the adults and young kids were. (He saw little need to mention girls and women!) Manny, another of the locals, said that the children came to the pond on other days, usually accompanied by one or two of their mothers. Though they had very little time for play - or even relaxation - the adults had still other days and times. Sunday afternoons, however, were theirs! "Do you have to guard against kids...and, maybe, girls...sneaking up and watching you?" Kell asked. "Nah," Manny answered, we're too far from the homesteads other than the Baxters, and they only have babies. "I know," Kelly volunteered, "I helped my dad deliver the latest." "Oh, you're Doc Cabot's son! Good man," he proclaimed. And so the conversation ran on a lazy, hot summer afternoon, a conversation that could have taken place almost anywhere in America during the year 1873. Looking around, he spotted Dave and Whitey talking. The conversation was clearly animated, and Whitey had one arm around the big teen's shoulders. He wasn't particularly surprised, therefore, when he went into the heavier bushes to pee and found Whitey trying to deep throat one of the biggest dongs he had ever seen on a human being! Holy shit! Dave's cannon was not only long and thick to begin with, but he was a GROWER! Kell grinned and made his exit quietly. When the sun began to dip lower into the western sky, Kelly motioned to Jon (who was still in the water) that it was getting to be that time. Reaching one of the few wide spots in the trail on the way home, Whitey drew up alongside the two brothers. "Guys, I really want to make the Cavalry my life," he began nervously. "Relax, Whitey," Jon growled. "You're among friends. You do have to be awfully careful, though. It only takes one mistake. You have to be awfully sure before you open yourself up to the other guy. Just know who your friends are before you get into trouble that a Pony Soldier can't get out of. We can talk later...if you'd like." "Thanks, Jon," the youngster said with relief painted all over his handsome face. "Barry said that you two guys were the salt of the earth." With that he fell back and they rode on through the rich, dusty light of the late afternoon. (Shoot-out at Kitty's Place) It was shortly after nine o'clock in the evening when someone pounded on the surgery door. Ben, who was reading in the apartment sitting room above, stuck his head out the window and was told that there had been a shooting over at Kitty's Place. Jon was out for the evening, but Kelly grabbed his father's medical bag and was standing at the top of the stairs before Ben got there himself. Together, they crossed Main Street and entered the mean little saloon. Actually, it wasn't all that "little." It's just that it shared few of the cultural pretensions of the Crystal Palace. Dark and dingy, for instance, it attracted a far different crowd, a crowd that was there primarily to sop up some of the cheapest rotgut in town. Only after the rough cowhands, transients, and an occasional NCO from the Post were thoroughly inebriated, might they relieve their physical needs with some of the cheapest girls in town or, perchance, crash on some sheets that were often as suspect as the establishment. The only thing in its favor was that it provided nearly half of the ammunition for the Rev. Eziekiel Long's sermons. In Ben Cabot's view, this suggested that there had to be redeeming features not immediately visible. The sheriff had already arrived as the doctor and his son pushed their way through the crowd. Three men lay dead of gunshot wounds. Kelly started as he recognized one of the victims. After quickly examining them and clearing them to be moved to the morgue at the county seat, Ben looked around. The player piano had resumed batting out its hollow tunes; most of the customers had resumed drinking and playing cards. The burly giant behind the bar had resumed pouring liquor and washing glasses, although his shotgun still rested on the counter. The customers standing at the bar kept their distance. A young teen in typical cowboy garb, his face white with fear and tear-stained, sat crouched on a stool behind the barrier. "What happened here, Sylvester?" Ben asked the sheriff. "Pretty messy, Doc," he grunted. "If the stories are correct, seems that the fancy-dressed dude, a professional gambler named Denning, kept pawing at the little dude who's sitting over there behind the bar. After several warnings, his father and a friend finally had all they could take. Rather than leave, they tried to protect him. He shot them both in cold blood. One bullet each... Tom, who always keeps a shotgun, a pistol, and a knife behind the bar, shot Denning. I've got to check the story, but if what's been said is true, I'm probably going to decide that the bastard got what was coming to him." Thanking the sheriff, Ben moved over and sat down with a rough old sergeant who sat drinking at a table near where the shootings had taken place. "Hi, Mulroony," Ben greeted the NCO. "May I buy you another one?" "Yeah, thanks, Doc," the grizzled old veteran mumbled. Ben signaled to one of the serving girls who had returned to the bar, noticing that Kelly was talking with the kid. "You heard the Sheriff tell me what happened, Mulroony. Did he have it right?" "More or less," Pat Mulroony answered. "At first, the kid seemed rather interested in the gambler. He sure wasn't getting any attention from his father and his uncle. Eventually, however, the kid didn't want to play, especially when the rotgut started to make the guy mean. Strong stuff..." he breathed. "It would eat the plaster off the wall of a hacienda. When Denning started pawing the boy and wouldn't let him go, he called to his dad for help. At first, his dad and uncle didn't want to be bothered, but finally he started crying and making a scene. I looked over. The fancy-pants dude had his hand inside the kid's jeans. The father and his brother were pretty far into their liquor and made the mistake of staggering to their feet and rushing the guy. You know what happened. Well, Denning wasn't down in Texas. We don't 'low that queer shit up here! They're all dead - and, as far as I'm concerned, good riddance to them!" Ben reported his conversation with the sergeant to the Sheriff and headed over to the bar where, by now, Sal (the proprietress) stood somewhat apart from Kelly and the boy, seemingly waiting for him and the Sheriff. "Evenin', Ben.," Sal greeted him. "I sure didn't pick the best night to be away from the Place, did I? Peggy Svensen had some things she'd just finished for Paddy." "It was a rough one for sure," Ben grunted. "Know anything I don't know?" "Not really," the Boss Lady replied, but I don't think Tom did the wrong thing. The guy who shot the other two was molesting the kid. More, he was drunk as a skunk and there's no telling what he would have done next." "How about the kid?" Ben asked. "He's in pretty bad shape," Sal answered. "I don't know what we're going to do with him, Doc. He tells me that he doesn't have anyone else back home, and there's no orphanage between Omaha and Denver. Going to talk with him?" "Yeah," Ben muttered and, making eye contact with the bartender, moved over towards the huddled pair of teens. Sal called out to him as he approached the boys. "Would you like to talk with them in my office, Ben?" The young doctor turned around, nodded his head in thanks, and motioned for the boys to come with him. In the office, young "Shorty" Blanding sat between Kelly and Ben. ("'Shorty'?" Ben thought to himself. The 15 year-old was a bean pole! Obviously, he had just finished a major growth spurt. Reminded him a bit of a slightly younger version of Chip, a.k.a. Rawhide.) Though he appeared to be in shock and said nothing about the sexual angle, he basically confirmed what Ben had heard. "Shorty, you can't stay here. I live nearby. Kelly is my son. He has a brother named Jon. How about spending the night with us? We'll try to sort things out in the morning." Kell threw his arm around Shorty's shoulders and murmured, "Yeah!" Confusion and pain in his dull eyes, the boy nodded and followed Kelly out of the office. After thanking Sal and speaking briefly with the Sheriff, Ben caught up with the boys as they crossed Main Street. (On Using and Being Used) Two hunky kids stole into Ben's room around midnight. No matter, he was still reading. Noticing their drawers, he grinned and said, "That's a first!" Looking down, they suddenly realized that they still had them on. Kelly grinned before saying, "Well, Dad, we had a real battle getting Shorty to sleep. He's pretty much out of it." Continuing in a lighter vein, he added, "Besides, we didn't want to scare him with our manly physiques!" In the background, Jon posed, flexing some new muscle that he seemed to have added recently to his chest and arms. "I finally had to go downstairs and get a sleeping potion for him," Kelly continued. He dead to the world now." "Listen, DOCTOR Kelly, unless I tell you 'what,' 'how much,' and 'when,' you can't give ANYONE medicine until you've got that degree on your wall," his father growled. "I'm serious! Hear?" "Yeah," mumbled a suddenly subdued young man. Taking mercy on his monsters, Ben waved them both onto his bed. Quickly dropping their drawers on the floor, they hopped up, their high spirits instantaneously revived. For a few minutes, he just held them, one on either side of his body, rubbing his hands across their broad muscled backs, nuzzling their hair, and looking down appreciatively at their beautiful rounded butts. "I knew one of those guys at Kitty's Place tonight," Kelly mumbled. "Which one?" his dad asked. "Denning," came the answer in a low, angry voice. Commenting that he didn't sound as if he liked the individual very much, Ben waited patiently. Though he was curious as all hell about what had gone on during his trip to Omaha, he knew that he would learn more by keeping his mouth shut. "Yeah," Kelly continued, "he was at the Crystal Palace last week. I hate him!" "Why's that?" Ben asked quietly. "He used me!" Kelly almost shouted. "I'm confused," Ben said calmly. "What do you guys mean by the word 'used'?" "That's easy," Kelly snorted. "It means that a guy just did something for himself without giving any thought to the feelings of the other person. It doesn't matter whether the other person gets paid for it or not," he snapped. "Yeah," Jon added, "and he gets what he wants by unfair means, like liquoring a kid up!" "Right, Jon," Kelly says more calmly. "I also think it leads to the other person's feeling 'cheap' rather than 'better about himself'. As Dad is always saying, 'We need to build people up rather than tear them down.'" Tens of specific questions about the incident or incidents in question sprang to Ben's mind, but he knew teenagers well enough to keep them to himself, at least for the time being. "Ok, I get it - but there's something that's bothering me about your explanation," Ben countered. By now, of course, the boys had gotten off their stomachs and were lying on their sides, facing his legs, their faces raised to his. How he would have loved to reach down and grab those luscious baskets, but, he sighed, that would have to wait...a little while. "Yeah," he continued, "don't some people go around LOOKING to be used?" When both Jon and Kelly answered in the affirmative, he continued, "Why do you think they do that?" "Maybe they feel angry and want someone to do something that will make them feel even angrier," Kelly suggested. "Or, maybe, they feel deep down that they're losers and want some proof." Kelly gulped as he made his second suggestion, but he added nothing more. "Maybe it's easier being a bottom than a top," offered Jon who was clearly on high. For that he got a shove in the middle of his chest from Kell. Ben growled and asked another question. "If you don't like the feeling of being used," Ben asked (very) carefully, "how do you prevent or at least minimize it?" "Well, I guess you could do things that would make you feel better about yourself - like spending your time helping to build people up rather than feeling sorry for poor old you," Jon suggested. By now, Kelly was deep in thought. "If you occasionally get caught and ARE used," he mumbled, "don't act like a creep and start doing the same thing to others. Above all, LEARN from it!" After a sort pause to let the ideas sink in, Ben made his own contribution. "At Harvard, I learned something that might help. 'Beware of Greeks bearing gifts!'" Kelly and Jon grinned up at him, ripped off the sheet that covered his body, and hugged his legs until Ben yelped. When two mouths began licking and sucking simultaneously and he felt himself go hard erect, it was difficult to interrupt them, but he did. Saliva dripping from their lips, the boys looked up at him questioningly. "You've worked hard all day...really hard. I think that you deserve a special reward." Wiping his lips on the back of his hand before smirking, Kelly asked, "Are you Greek?" "Nope, English...English...and more English - though I obviously LOVE the Irish!" Ben snorted. "What's this reward?" Jon asked. "If you're willing to experiment," Ben answered, "I think I can show you something new. Sex, you know, can be enjoyed by one person. It's just that it's so much more fun with two. Do we agree" "Yeah," Jon and Kelly answered simultaneously, their interest aroused. "Well," Ben continued, "tonight's little reward will show you how it can be enjoyed by THREE!" Lightly kissing their heads as he passed - and quickly checking on Shorty - Ben worked himself off the bed and stood on the rug. "Come over here, you two." "I know it's difficult to be spontaneous when I'm around, but for a minute just pretend that you're alone in your bedroom. Close your eyes. For a few minutes, I want you to kiss each other as if you've been away for a month and can scarcely believe that you're back together. Right! The hottest kissing you've ever done, gentlemen! Above all, don't let anything I do disturb you. Just let it add to the sensations...and ENJOY! Ok?" In fact, Jon and Kelly DID love each other, they were imaginative kids and, when it came to sex - or almost anything else - they'd try anything! Eyes closed, they began some heavy kissing. Slowly, their equipment began to swell. Ben gently cupped Jon's tackle in his hand and thoroughly licked it. Then, turning his head, he gently enveloped and licked Kelly's. Both boys moaned lightly and began kissing even more vigorously. As he knelt between them, he moved his head back and forth between the boys, taking the heads of their now hard cocks into his mouth. Passions fast rising, the boys' muscled arms gripped each other tighter and tighter as their mouths and tongues worked frantically. Not quite sure that he could manage it with these two, Ben waited until it was late in the game. Stretching his mouth as wide as possible, he suddenly held their two pulsing cocks together and inhaled them. Steadying himself by gripping their thighs, he sucked as he had never sucked before until he felt their cocks spasm. He remembered the absolute flood of cum propelled into his mouth until even he coughed and choked. Suddenly, he realized that all three of them were on the floor, laughing and kissing. "You ok, old man?" Kelly was saying as he licked his right ear and inserted his tongue. "That was nice," Jon laughed, "but is there more?" Ben cleared his throat and snorted, "Bet on it!" "While this 'old man' recovers from you two, I want you to prepare yourselves anally. Thoroughly now, guys... Remember that if there's pain, it's because you haven't relaxed or been sufficiently stretched and lubricated. Have fun as you prepare your brother and help him to relax." Ben lay back at the top of the bed, relaxing and enjoying the sight of his beautiful, muscular sons preparing to give themselves to each other and receive the other's love. Their soft words, kisses, and touches gave ample witness to their feelings. He was as hard as a rock! Eventually, he quickly lubricated himself, lay on his back on the rug, and invited Jon to enter him. Kelly knelt well forward over his father's head, Ben's mouth playing with his long scrotum while Jon sucked on his cock. Occasionally, Ben would lift his head and quickly lick Kell's perineum. It took a little time for the inexperienced trio to get into sync, but when they did, the motion was magical. Thrusting and retreating, Jon had never before experienced such glory as the warm inner muscles of Ben's canal gripped and caressed his long cock. Kelly, feeling sensations coming from every direction, was ecstatic, thrusting into his brother's mouth as Jon thrust into his father. Suddenly, there was an electric pause, every muscle frozen...their bodies transmuted into bronzed Roman statues. Simultaneously, they felt the cum rise in their rock-hard cocks and EXPLODE! Their arms around each other, they lay in a tumbled mass on the carpet, their chests rising and falling convulsively as they gasped for air, Kelly sensually licking the remaining cum from their bodies, their feelings for each other deepening and softening the pressures of their lives. Before the light appeared in the East, Ben had gently entered Jon as Kelly entered his father from behind. This time, their movements took less time to coordinate, and their kisses, thrusts, and murmurs quickly merged into a kaleidoscopic expression of love, trust, and physical release. Kelly felt the self-doubt caused by Denning's mistreatment slipping from his soul as love spread throughout his body and mind. For at least a couple of hours they lay together on Ben's bed, laughing, kissing, talking quietly about what the future might bring. Relaxed with Ben as never before, Jon told an hilarious story about how Bettsy at the Crystal Palace had allowed him to suck off her (willing) younger brother as an inducement to locking the suite door and allowing the girls to trap Kelly as he returned from his shower. Kelly only growled and swatted his butt. Finally, noticing the light, Kelly raised up on one elbow and yawned, "That was quite a 'special reward', Dad. Thanks!" "Oh, that's not all," Ben chortled. In three days time, we leave for Scott's Bluffs!" (To Be Continued)