Midnight Blue

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My older brother Jacob was the idle of my eye when we were kids. I still think he’s a swell dude and spend as much time with him as life allows these days. He is three years older than me, and at thirteen, I did everything Jacob did. I tried to emulate him to such a degree that people kidded me about being Little Jacob. My name is Spence. Jacob liked motorcycles, so I liked them too. He was into drama, and I was determined to be an actor. But what Jacob loved the most was horses. He lived and breathed horses. He was the best rider I knew, and so, I too strove to be the best horseman I could.

We owned two horses. Jacob’s horse was a buckskin mare named Angie. The original owners loved the song Angie by The Rolling Stones so that’s what they named her. My horse was a palomino gilding name Buck, short for Buckaroo. I have no idea how he got that name.

Jacob and I road our horses everywhere. There were about ten of us kids in the neighborhood who road. Steven was the oldest at nineteen. I was the youngest at thirteen. Jacob was sixteen. We grew up in Southern Mississippi not far from Hattiesburg on a small farm bordering the Little Black River. We lived in a small Southern community where everyone knew everyone else. I thought I had the biggest family in the world when I was little because everyone in our community was Aunt this, or Uncle that. Their kids were considered our cousins. It took years for me to realize I was not blood related to any of them.

The farm we lived on was only twelve acres and it supported our family with plenty of veggies, chickens, pork, and beef. We raised our own food and it fell to Jacob and I to tend to the farm. Mom and dad worked full time jobs. The produce our farm made was shared with the community and often traded for goods we liked to use but couldn’t be bought in grocery stores, like lye soap, or vegetables we didn’t grow. It was a fun place to grow up with lots of open spaces and hardwood forested swamps and pine forest hills everywhere.

One thing that rankled my father was Jacob’s infatuation with a horse named Midnight Blue. Don’t get me wrong. Dad had no issues with the horse, but he hated the horse’s owner. Buster was a horse trader and he owned Midnight Blue. Blue was a beautiful jet black stallion Friesian. They’re large horses, almost the size of a small draft horse and Blue was the prettiest thing Jacob or I had ever seen. He had long flowing main and tail and a shiny sleek coat that glistened in the sunlight. It was such a dark black that it had blue highlights.

Jacob was stricken by this horse. Blue was all he could think of, and he went out of his way to get to know Buster better in the hope of being able to ride the horse. He was so taken that he’d do almost anything to simply be able to groom the stallion. Now Buster was no fool. He immediately saw the opportunities Jacob’s obsession with Blue presented and he was quick to capitalize on it in a manner of speaking. Buster nurtured a one sided friendship with Jacob using Midnight Blue as the leverage to get Jacob to do pretty much anything the man asked of him. It started out with Jacob mucking the stalls of the four roses Buster kept for himself at the stables just to have the “privilege” of grooming Blue. Gradually Buster added other small task to the list of things he “needed” Jacob to do in order to keep grooming Blue with the lure of someday allowing Jacob to ride the horse. These other task included delivering sealed envelopes to Buster’s kid brother Zack. It wasn’t drugs or money Buster sent to his brother, but letters. Short notes, barely a page handwritten. Jacob never got to read any of these notes, but he knew they were handwritten notes and nothing else because Zack would open and read the letters in front of my brother. Other “task” included straightening up the tack room, helping Buster fix fencing around his ranch, excreta. Buster never paid Jacob in cash for his labors, but only in the privilege of working with Blue.

At first Jacob used to take me along until mom took me over a weekend to visit her mother in Jackson. When we got back, Jacob had changed. He seemed kind of skittish, and had somewhat of a haunted look in his eyes that spoke of guilt. From that point on, he never allowed me to go with him to Buster’s stables again. Of course that didn’t stop me from following. As I said, I worshipped the ground Jacob walked on. If he was doing something, I wanted to do it too. If he was in trouble, I wanted, no needed, to help him out of it. So, about a month after my trip to Me-maw’s house, I found an opportunity to follow Jacob back to Buster’s stables. It wasn’t a long trek from our house, and I saw Jacob acting squirrelly as he slipped off on Angie. I knew where he was going, so I followed on foot.

When I got to the stables, I peeked around the corner of the main walkway through the barn where Midnight Blue was stalled. There stood Buster and my brother arguing heatedly, but quietly to one another as though trying to keep the argument secret. Jacob was pleading with Buster, that much was obvious, but whatever it was, Buster wouldn’t back down. Jacob turned and stormed off towards me exiting the building. I had to run like a wildcat to get out of sight before my brother caught me.

Over the next month I saw Jacob riding off on Angie towards Buster’s maybe twice, but I was busy doing other things and couldn’t follow. Several times I tried talking with Jacob about it, but he’d give me the cold shoulder, tell me it was none of my business, or try and convince me nothing was wrong. He was full of shit, and I knew it.

Finally I was out near the chicken coop when Jacob snuck off on Angie again. He didn’t see me there and I was board, so I waited until he was out of sight and I followed him. It wasn’t like I didn’t know where he was going, but I didn’t want to arrive too late to see what was going on. I grabbed my bicycle and off I went.

I arrived at Buster’s Stables just in time to see Jacob hitch Angie to a post before disappearing inside. Being the sneaky ninja that I am, at least in my own mind, I snuck around to the back of the barn where I climbed an ivy vine growing on its wall giving me access to the hayloft. Several minutes and a few scratches later, I was in the loft and crept to an access hatch over Blue’s stable where they drop hay down into the stall. I could see Buster’s face from my perch, but my brother faced away from me. They talked quietly, but this time I was close enough to hear them plainly.

“I’ll do it.” My brother said.

“You will, will you?” Buster had a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “Anything I say, when I say it?”

“If you agree to not restrict my access to Blue, then, yes.” Jacob’s voice had a tremor to it like he was shaking with nerves.

“I told you I’d let you do anything with Blue you want to do, even ride him if you agree to be my personal slut. I keep my word boy.” Buster held out his hand to shake to their agreement and my brother took ahold of it to seal the deal. “Come by my place tomorrow morning at ten o’clock and don’t be late. My wife and kids will be at church by then and they have a potluck to go too after church. That should give us enough time.” Buster broke their handshake and turned to go. “Don’t be late.” He Repeated with a knowing smirk.

“I’ll be there.” Jacob said and now his whole body shook with nerves.

I felt for my brother, but I didn’t know what to do about it. If I told mom and dad Jacob would never forgive me. Besides, as much as dad hates Buster, there’s no telling what he might do. Plus, I didn’t know enough to truly know how to help. I know Buster said he wanted Jacob to be his personal slut, but exactly what all did that mean? Jacob stood there petting Blue’s nose as he watched Buster walk away, then he turned to the horse and scratched under his jaw bone. “I’m not sure I can go through with this buddy. My jaws are still sore from the last time, but I think you’re worth trying it.” He kissed the horses nose before scratching his forehead and patting his cheek as he turned to walk off towards where he tied Angie up.

I watched my brother leave and gave him a good ten minutes to clear out before I crawled down out of the loft and retrieve my bike. I was lost in thought as I took my time riding back home. I didn’t want to get back on Jacob’s heals because it’d raise his suspicions.

I was restless that night thinking about tomorrow morning and from the sounds of things Jacob was too. Eventually I dozed off to sleep.

The next morning was cloudy with a stiff breeze kicking up, but it wasn’t raining. I woke at eight o’clock – a little later than I normally wake up. Apparently Jacob slept in too because he stumbled out of his room wiping sleep out of his eyes. All he wore was a warn out pair of Fruit of the Looms tighty-whities that were too stretched out to hold his nuts in. I followed him to the bathroom and joined him at the toilet where we both relieved ourselves. Jacob held his underwear leg hole open to let his dick flop out instead of pulling the waistband down. I pulled my waistband down and hooked it under my balls. “I see we both slept in little man.” Jacob said as we crossed streams.

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep well last night, you too? I heard you pacing around you room.”

He smirked. “Yes, I didn’t sleep much last night either. Had a lot on my mind.” Jacob shook the piss droplets off his dick and tucked it back into his shabby underwear. I did the same.

“Want to ride horses today?” I asked hopefully. Maybe I could distract him from his appointment with Buster.

“Not today kiddo. At least not this morning. Gotta do something after we knock our morning chores out.”

“Alright.” I said. “Can I go with you?” I knew his answer, but I had to try.

He sighed and I could tell he was getting irritated. “Nope, not this time. James and I have plans.” He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t press any further, mainly because I knew he was lying.

Chores went quickly that Sunday morning. Jacob worked his ass off to get done in time to get to Buster’s before ten. I worked harder too because there was no way in hell I was going to show up too late to see what was going on. Jacob arrived at Buster’s with about fifteen minutes to spare. I know because I arrived just in time to see Buster letting him in the back door.

I waited just long enough for them to get inside and get started doing whatever it was they’d planned so I could sneak up unobserved. Buster lived in a single story ranch style house that had a patio and back porch, but not screened in. Therefore I did not have to contend with noisy screen doors or squeaky porch boards since the porch was poured concrete. But I did need to be careful how I peeked through the windows since it was brighter outside than indoors. Fortunately the weather was turning for the worse and thunderclouds were rolling in fast. I quickly crossed the porch but slowly approached the kitchen window to peek inside. The kitchen lights were on, which made it darker on the porch than it was in the kitchen with the thunderstorm kicking up. An old black tomcat named Jiggers mowed softly as I approached the window. I quickly scratched behind its ears eliciting a loud purr from the feline.

I’m not sure what I expected to see, maybe Buster and Jacob kissing or something else innocuous, but I really didn’t expect to see my brother naked and kneeling in front of Buster’s big, angry, hard, cock. Buster was still clothed in a tee-shirt, black jeans, cowboy hat, and boots. Only the fly on his jeans were open and a good eight or nine inch cock stood ridged and curving upwards slightly. It was fat and wet, but not from my brother sucking it since he had yet to put it in his mouth. Clear, syrupy, liquid pulsed out of it’s slit and ran down the hard shaft reflecting the overhead kitchen lights. Buster had my brother by the hair on the back of his head pulling him closer and closer to his engorged member. Jacob was resisting, but not much. He did look like he was going to be sick, but he let Buster pull his head until the tip of his cock smeared precum across Jacob’s lips. “Get your tongue in there and get a real good taste like I showed you last time." Buster snarled.

Jacob wrapped his hand around the base of the older man’s dick and pulled forward as he slipped his tongue into..., what, I didn’t know. It was only then that I noticed Buster had extra skin around the head of his dick and my brother’s tongue was disappearing inside it. Of course I realize now that Buster was uncut, but at that time, I had no words for what I was seeing. Jacob winced as he tasted Buster’s cock, but he didn’t stop. “Oh fuck yeah kid. Lick all up inside that hood. Get in there deep and clean it out!” Buster cooed. “Now skin it back and clean my dick real good!”

Jacob pushed his hand back down exposing the gland and started licking all over and around it. Again, he looked as though he would get sick, but somehow managed to slather the man’s cockhead all over, which was much to Buster’s pleasure. “Now suck it real good and get it wet. You know where it’s going next.” Buster commanded. My brother did exactly that. He started sucking more and more of the horny man’s dick deeper into his throat until he started choking on it. “Breath through you nose boy. Just like I taught you the last time you did this! Buster commanded. My brother looked up at the man as he sucked his dick deeper into his throat until his nose burrowed into the man’s black bush. “Fuck yeah! Deep throat that cock bitch!” Buster yelled at he started throat fucking my brother. He was not being gentle.

I was surprised when I realized I was hard as steel in my cutoff shorts. The shorts used to belong to my sister before she outgrew them, so they were cut really short. With the frayed jean material and about one inch inseam, they did little to keep my balls in since I was free balling it. I loved wearing these shorts like this because it made accessing my nuts and cock easy.

After a few minutes of Jacob swallowing Buster’s cock the man pulled his meat out of my brother’s mouth and ordered him to lie down on the kitchen table. Jacob obediently did as commanded and I watched as Buster turned him slightly on the table top. I wasn’t sure why he did that, but the new position allowed me to see what he was going to Jacob as he slid a finger into my brother’s hole, so I wasn’t complaining. A few moments later he added another finger and he repeated this until he was pushing three fingers deep into Jacob’s ass. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was thirteen, so I knew what butt fucking was, but I’d never heard of anyone shoving fingers into someone’s ass before. It was strangely erotic to me even though I’d never associated a prostate exam with butt fucking. My brother winced as Buster twisted his fingers in his ass stretching him out even more.

Unfortunately it wasn’t enough. Buster picked up the butter dish off the table and scooped out a finger full of the yellow grease. He smeared the butter on Jacob’s hole before he gouged out more butter from the dish and smeared it all over his thick cock. Then without hesitation, Buster lined his cock up with Jacob’s asshole and slammed it home balls deep into my brother’s hole. Jacob cried out in pain so loudly that I feared they’d hear him all the way over into Forest County. Tears welled up in my own eyes as I watch them roll down my brother’s cheeks. Jacob gripped the table edges as Buster began plowing into his ass. “God damn! Your virgin ass sure feels amazing kit!” Buster growled. I felt sick and staringly aroused watching as my brother got fucked. My shorts were getting wet, and the material felt cool against my overheated dick head.

I wasn’t sure how long I watched before I realized Jacob was moaning in pleasure and he actually begged for more; begged for him to thrust harder and deeper. Jacob writhed on the table as Buster pounded into him. Then the older man pulled out and told my brother to get down and bend over the table. When my brother was in the position Buster wanted, he slammed back into Jacob’s ass and gripped one of the sixteen-year old’s shoulders using the leverage to really demolish my brother’s ass. I pulled my cock out the leg hole of my shorts and began stroking it. It didn’t take long before I sprayed the side of the house with my teenage jizz.

The fucking went on for probably twenty or thirty minutes more when Buster cried out and shoved in deep holding himself there. I could see his cock pulsing as he came deep in Jacob’s hole. I was so hyped up that I busted another nut against the house’s wall. At that moment another man walked into the kitchen from the darkened dining room. He only wore a heavily stained jockstrap. The man was tall and fit. He had ropy, powerful looking, muscles. He also clearly had a huge dick that overfilled the jock forcing it away from his torso. An unruly tangle of pubes stuck out all around the pouch. Like Buster, this man had jet black hair sticking out from under a baseball hat, he sported a furry treasure trail from his pecks down to where it disappeared into his dirty jockstrap. The man had a scraggly beard and a thin mustache, and he looked to be several years younger than Buster. I’d never seen him before, but I figured he was probably Buster’s brother.

“Damn big bro! Sounds like your stuffing a real piglet in here the way he’s squealing.” The new guy teased.

“HA! He ain’t no piggy yet, but he will be before I’m through with him. Just the right age to train too.” Buster quipped back as he pulled his spent, but mostly sill hard cock from my brother’s ass. “Your turn!” A pinkish froth was plainly visibly smeared around my brother’s hole, and I realized his ass was bleeding from Buster’s onslaught. I was angry at that, but I didn’t dare expose my presence. God only knew what they’d do if they caught me.

My brother jumped when he heard what Buster said. “What? You never said anything about anyone else doing this to me.”

Buster roughly pushed Jacob back down prone over the table. “Get back down there boy. I didn’t say you could get up yet. If you ever want to touch Blue again, you’ll fuck anyone I tell you too! Understand!” He pressed his hand down hard over my brother’s neck holding him in place while the new guy stepped up slipping the jock off over a cock that had to be eleven or twelve inches long and about as big around as the man’s wrist. He was not a small-boned person. Buster didn’t let up on the pressure he held on my brother’s neck until his brother pushed his meat balls deep into Jacob’s hole letting out a relieved sigh, while my brother cried out in pain again.

“Bubba, this young lad is Jacob and as you now well know, he’s got a nice tight hole even if I did just fuck the hell out of it. Jacob, this is my younger brother, Bubba. Now you just lay there and relax as best as you can boy because Bub here fucks like a beast!” Buster chuckled as he strode over to the fridge and pulled out a cold Bud, popped the cap, and downed half the bottle in one swig. “Want one Bub?” He asked his brother

“Don’t mind if I do. I’ll probably need to get my whistle after this ride.” Bubba was already building up speed while holding my brother in place with both his hands on Jacob’s shoulders. “Damn bro! You ain’t kidding. This pup’s gotta real nice tight hole. You say he’s gotta younger brother?”

“Fuck yeah, he does. Cute little thing too. Maybe about thirteen or so. Gotta nice bubble butt on him too. I bet he’s twice as fuckable at this piglet.” Buster chuckled at his appraisement of me, and I shrank back a little more away from the window in fear they’d rape me too if they saw me. Say what you want about Jacob agreeing to this and therefore it is not rape, but as rough as these men were being with my brother, I couldn’t think of it any other way.

“You fuckers stay away from my little brother! He ain’t a part of this!” My brother spat out. His outburst only afforded him a hard slap on the head from Buster.

“Don’t be like that Jake! We don’t mean the kid any harm. I think you know as well as I do that Spence would be all up for this – the little faggot he is.” Buster laughed at his less than flattering appraisal of me. I squirmed at the idea that a man like Buster could read me so well. Nobody knew I was gat, or at least I didn’t think so – until now.

I watched in horrified amazement as Bubba slammed repeatedly into my brother’s hole. The smacks from his hips slapping my brother’s cheeks sounded like pop guns going off. “Awe FUCK! B this is some really good ass you found here. The best yet by far!” Bubba grinned at his brother as he fucked my brother into oblivion.

Jacob held onto the edges of the Formica topped table with death grips turning his knuckles white as Bubba fucked the shit out of him. His face had gone slack, and drool dripped from my brother’s lips. “Yeah, that’s some prime ass there little bro. Enjoy him while you got him, because I suspect it’ll be a while before he can handle this again.” Buster downed the rest of his beer and reached for a new one.

“Oh FUCK I’m close! Bubba yelled at he slammed deep into my brother’s ass over and over again as he lost his rhythm. “ Fucking hell bitch! Take my load!” He pushed in deep and held still as he bread my brother. He started moving again slowly as he recovered from his orgasm drawing out his intense pleasure. Bubba smacked my brother’s ass cheek hard with the flat of his palm as he pulled his python from Jacob’s hole. His dick fell heavily over his fuzzy sack as it came free from Jacob’s ass. “Hope you invite him over again next time I visit you bro. Right now, though, I’ve gotta get showered and dressed so I can get out of here. Bubba shoved two fingers deep into my brother’s ass and twisted them around before pulling them out and sucking them into his own mouth. Deep moans echoed through the room as he sucked them clean. “Mmmm! A McGavin cocktail with a Bloody Mary chaser. Best damned taste there is!”

Buster dropped two aspirin and a glass of water down beside my brother’s face. “Take these and drink all the water. Don’t know if it’ll help, but it sure can’t hurt. Come by tomorrow and I’ll let you ride Blue provided you can sit in a saddle by then. Be sure and close the door when you go.” Buster followed his brother’s example and shoved a couple of fingers up Jacob’s ass, pulled them out, and sucked them clean. “Bubba’s right. That’s the best cocktail there is. He looked right at me and winked as he slipped out of the room. Without realizing I’d been stroking my hard cock the whole time I watched Bubba fuck Jacob. I shot my third load across the side of Buster’s house. I was in so much fucking trouble. Buster knew I was there the whole time. Now I understood why he repositioned Jacob on the tabletop. It was so I could see everything they did to him.

My brother lay there for what seemed ages before he straightened up and hobbled over to his clothes. He tried to dress himself but could hardly manage it. That’s when I said “Fuck it!” and ran to my brother’s aid.

Jacob looked shocked when he saw me. He also looked pissed off. “What the fuck are you doing here Spence?”

“I followed you.” I admitted. “Its probably a good thing I did too because it’s after-noon. Buster’s wife and kids will be back from church soon and you’re in no shape to get dressed and out of here on your own.” I helped him get dressed although he was reluctant to accept my help.

We heard a car drive up out front as I helped my brother out the back door, but we made it back to stables without being seen. When we got to Angie, I helped Jacob up onto her and I pushed my bike home while the horse walked beside me. Jacob stood in the stirrups because his backside was too sore to sit in the saddle.

“I’m sorry you saw that Spence, but you had no business following me. It was wrong and sneaky of you.”

“Yeah well, I was, and I am still pissed with Buster for doing that too you, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it turned me on.”

“Fuck me!” Jacob cried out. “You got off watching me get fucked?”

“Well, to be honest, I nutted three times while I watched you get the shit fucked out of you. Buster and his brother may be class-A assholes, but they’re both sexy as fuck. And I’ve always thought you’re sexy, so yes, I got off watching you get fucked.”

My brother didn’t say anything for a while. “Damn! You think I’m sexy?”

“Fuck yeah!” I grinned at my big brother. “Sexiest dude I know!”