Midnight Blue

Chapter 5

Warning! This story may contain physical violence and strong language. Read at your own risk.

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Story Note: This story is about a father and brother willing to do what is necessary to protect and heal their son and older brother -- to bring him back from the brink of depression after being abused by a member of their community. The story is about a family's unconditional love to heal Jacob and show him sex between men does not have to be violent. The premise is of course that once a boy experiences the intensity of male-on-male sex, he's hooked because that same intensity is seldom experienced in heterosexual relationships and that rough sex is not mutually inclusive with violence. The story is told through the eyes of Jacob's gay kid brother, 13-year-old Spencer.

Dad knelt down next to Jacob and looked him over still not quite believing what he was seeing. Someone beat up his boy and he was livid about it, but he didn't want to give Jake the wrong impression. He wasn't angry with Jacob or me. "Son, tell me what's going on." It was a command but delivered with such tenderness that the compulsion to spill everything was almost overwhelming.

Jacob tried to speak, but no words came out. It was like he was tongue tied all of a sudden, so I spoke up. "It was Buster and some jackass in a Cadillac who came here. I'm the reason that pitchfork is bloody."

"Buster?" Dad's voice rose a decibel at the mention of his old enemy, but he managed to keep it from exploding. I thought that was a feat all on its own. His eyes looked worried, and an alarmed expression crossed his face. "You?" He said looking at me. "How did blood get on the pitchfork?"

"I attacked Buster and the fat man with it." I said. "After Buster hit Jacob, the fat man made him suck his dick. It was so fat that Jake's teeth kept scraping it and the man backhanded him. He told Jake he'd beat him to death if he did it again. Then he proceeded to rape him. I couldn't stand by and do nothing, and I saw the pitchfork, so I grabbed it and cut up Buster's arm and chest pretty badly with it and then I threw it into the fat man's butt cheek. Buster chased me out of the barn, but I got to my bike before he caught me. I yelled at him that I was calling the police. It's probably why he left when he did."

Dad shook his head in disbelief. "That's either the most incredible, or the stupidest, thing I've ever heard." Dad said. "I'm just glad you two got away. How long has this with Buster been going on?"

I nodded my head to indicate I heard him and went on. "It's been going on for a while. I think it started back in May, but it may have been earlier. I became aware of it about a week after school let out for the summer."

"And you didn't think to mention this, why?" Dad was getting mad now.

"It wasn't my place to tell." I said bluntly. I was always blunt with my parents, so much so that they would think something was wrong with me if I tried to beat around the bush.

"Well, I admire your loyalty to your brother, but this is one time you should've told me. Buster is a very dangerous man. He has no scruples. He could've raped or even killed your brother. And god forbid if Zach got ahold of you. That boy just ain't right. I have little doubt he's killed people before just for the fun of it." Dad wasn't yelling, but his voice was so intense that it seemed to boom. He must have seen something in my face because he went as still as a statue. Then in a quieter voice like he realized he was about to lose it he continued. "I'm sorry Spence. I don't mean to lose my temper with you. But trust me when I say you do not want to get on Buster's radar." He stared at me a moment longer before turning back to Jake. "Please tell me son that you didn't let that man touch you?"

Jacob looked down in shame. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a stutter of gibberish came out.

"Son, Jake? Please son, tell me what happened." He gripped Jacob's hands in his own larger ones. "I promise I won't be mad at you, but please tell me."

"Dad." I interrupted. "I really don't think this is the time to tell all. I believe Jake's ribs are broken and they may have hurt his head when they backhanded him. They hit him really hard. Don't they call that a cun... cuncush, or something like that?"

"A concussion son, that's what you're trying to say." Dad corrected me. "Where are you hurt Jake?" He finally asked. My brother pointed to his ribs kind of high up on his right side where a nasty bruise was blossoming spectacularly. The injuries on his face of course were easy to see. "Did they hurt you anywhere else?"

Jake finally found his voice. "Yeah dad." He said. "But I don't want the doctor to know about it." He looked anywhere other than at dad.

"Where son, show me." Jacob pointed at his butt and dad gently spread his cheeks to look and hissed when he saw the bruises and torn skin. "I'm not sure we can keep this from the doctor son. Besides, Emmitt can help keep an infection from setting in."

"Dad," Jacob said tentatively, "if Doc Brenner sees this, he's going to know what happened. He'll be obligated to call the police. I don't want to go through that. I'll never be able to live it down in this small town. Also, you'll be the first person they'll suspect."

I hadn't thought about that, but I figured Jake was right. Dad thought for a few minutes before answering. "Maybe I can get Emmitt to make a house call and keep it quiet, but he needs to check this out son." Dad thought for a moment before continuing. "I'll talk with him and let him know what happened and ask if he can keep the rape quiet, but we must take you in an get your ribs x-rayed and have them check out your head. A concussion can be fatal son, and so can broke ribs if they puncture a lung or your heart." Dad stood to head down to the kitchen to call the doctor. "I'll be right back and then we'll head into Hattiesburg. Maybe we can grab a bite to eat before we come home. Mom's going to be working late, so we're on our own tonight." With that dad went downstairs.

"Fuck!" Jacob exclaimed.

"What?" I asked.

"Dad may trust Doc Brenner, but I don't know if I do. What if he calls the police anyway or says something to the wrong person and this gets out?" He tried to sigh but winced in pain cutting his breath short. "You know how everyone is around here. I'll be the top topic of the grapevine and the brunt of ridicule for years!"

"Dad and Doc Brenner were friends from way back Jake. He probably knows the doc can be trusted if he asks him to keep it quiet and with the doc on our side, he can keep anyone from seeing your butt. We can always make up a story about your ribs and face. Hell, we ride horses for fuck's sake! You were thrown or kicked by Buck. Everyone knows how onery he can be."

"You really think Brenner can be trusted?" Jake looked hopeful, but his voice tremored like he was afraid to believe it.

"I think the doc is one of dad's best friends, right up there with Jimmy's dad."

"You're probably right -- I hope so anyway." Jacob said and then he fell quiet.

It seemed like dad was gone for quite a while but eventually we heard his footfalls on the steps as he came back upstairs and soon, he entered the room. "Let's get you in the bed Jake. Emmitt is on his way and should be here before long. He'll look you over and if he thinks you need ex-Rays or if he believes you have a concussion then he'll insist you go in. About the only thing he can do for the ribs is wrap you up in bandages anyway and he should be able to tell if any of them are badly broken." Jacob nodded his head as he let dad and me help him into his bed. "It's probably a good thing that you're naked too because he definitely wants to check out your butt and make sure you don't have injuries that you aren't aware of. It's a bad place to have an open wound."

"Thanks dad." Jacob said as he lay back onto the bed. "Are you sure he'll be discrete about this?" He looked very worried. "I won't be able to show my face anywhere around here if this gets out."

"He'll be as discrete as he can son, but your health comes first. If he feels you'd be in danger if you're not in the hospital, then he'll insist on emitting you. But he thinks he can treat you here and you'll be fine. In that case, he won't breath a word of this to anyone." Dad sat down on the edge of Jacob's bed and rubbed his leg just above the knee. "Now, tell me what's been going on and don't leave anything out. I need to know so I can decide what to do next." So, Jacob told us everything, how it all got started, how Buster lured him in slowly until that day I witnessed him and his brother Bubba fucking my brother, right up to the present.

Jacob's story (Part 1):

"Well, I was so taken by Midnight Blue that I couldn't think of anything else. I loved that horse, and I guess I still do, but it's tainted now. Do you understand what I mean?" Both dad and Spence nodded their heads in understanding. "I asked him if I could groom Blue and he said no that Blue was a very valuable and prized horse and that he couldn't risk his care to some snotnosed kid. That's what he called me, a snotnosed kid. It pissed me off that he would dismiss me like that because he's seen me riding a lot over the years and he knew I was not stupid when it comes to caring for a horse. Anyway a few weeks went by, and I asked him again and got pretty much the same answer. This went on for a while.

"One day Buster came up to me when I was over there with Angie. I'd gone there to see Barbara. You know, Barbara Johnson? She's got her horse stabled at Buster's since she lives in town, and I was really sweet on her. Well, Buster came up to me and asked if I was really serious about grooming Blue. Of course, I said `Hell yeah!'" I enthused thinking back on how happy it made me that Buster was finally acknowledging I wasn't some stupid twit wanting to play at horsemanship. "But of course, it was all a ruse." I said riley and there was real anger in my voice now. "He completely took me for the fool I am! He played me good too! Had me eating out of his hand like an idiot!" I sighed and winced again from my ribs. "He said he'd let me groom Blue if I agreed to do odd things for him around the stables. At first it was nothing really, straightening up the tack room, mucking out a stall or two, you know, easy work and I gladly did it. It allowed me to take care of Midnight Blue.

"This went on for a few weeks, but once in a while Buster would put his hand over my shoulder and rub my chest and even tickled my nipples -- only brushing over them really, or he'd put his arm around my waist and rub my hip. One time he dropped something and when he bent to pick it up, he acted like he lost his balance and planted his face right in my crotch. It was odd and it made me feel uncomfortable at first, but then I got used to it. It was about two weeks before school let out that he propositioned me. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my neck, and said I smelled really good. It was then that I felt his hand slip into my groin, and he felt me up. I jerked away from him and said I wasn't that kind of guy, that I wasn't no faggot. He said, `Oh come on now son, don't be like that. I ain't no queer either, but a good time is a good time. You know what I mean? Sometimes guys help each other out, you know?'

I shook my head `no' as I backed away. `No, I don't know.' I said and turned to leave and that's when Buster really got pissed off.

"If you walk away from this boy, you'll never touch Blue again. In fact, you'll never see him again either. There's this fellow over in Jackson who wants to buy him. Said he'd pay my really well for him too. I wasn't inclined to take him up on his offer because I really like `ol Blue, but it really is a good price he's willing to pay for him. I guess if you aren't interesting in him enough to show me how much you really care for Blue, then I could just sell him..." Buster paused then before twisting the knife in a little deeper. "Unless you're willing to show me how much you want me to keep him..."

I was torn between longing to work with Blue and doing whatever fucked up thing Buster wanted me to do for him. But eventually my desire to keep being with Blue won out and I asked. "What do you want me to do?"

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I want from you." He said and rubbed his hand over his crotch. I could see the glint in his eyes, and he bulge that was growing quite large. It looked huge and it was still confined in his pants.

"I don't know..." I paused looking out at Blue in the paddock and then back at Buster before glancing down at his crotch again. It was even bigger now. I swallowed hard.

"Well, I guess I'll give you time to say goodbye to Blue, or..." He paused. "Or you could give me a little head. You know, suck me off. That's all. I swear I won't ever ask you to do it again and you can spend as much time with Blue as you like."

After what seemed like a lifetime, I finally made up my mind and slowly walked over to Buster and followed him into a room that stayed locked. Of all the things I thought it was, I never guessed it was a fucking bedroom right there in the middle of the stables. It had its own in suite bath and everything. The bed wasn't big. It was a full-sized mattress sitting on a box frame on the floor. "Come on in here where we'll be left alone." He said.

I looked around at the small room. It was maybe about the size of our upstairs guest room, and it had no windows. On the opposite wall was another door that I assumed led back outside, but I was dead wrong on that count. I'll get to that later though. "Get on your knees boy. I've been waiting for this for quite some time now. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Only this once, right? You won't ask me to do it again, and I'll get to continue working with Blue?" I asked.

"Why yes, of course. That's what I said, didn't I? Just this once and that's it. You'll never have to do it again and you can keep grooming Blue." His voice sounded a bit more jovial than I thought the situation called for, but I didn't catch the hint of dishonesty in Buster's expression.

I got down on my knees in front of the man and waited. He stepped closer and told me to unzip his jeans and pull his cock free. I did and I realized he was going commando. He had no underwear on, and it was difficult pulling his cock out because he's gotta huge one and it was hard, but I managed it. When it sprung free it slapped me in the face and smeared a generous amount of pre-jizz over my cheek. I winced at the very idea that another man's dick-snot was on my face, but I resolved to do this for Blue's sake. "Now, take it into your mouth boy and watch your teeth. I won't like it if you scrape my dick."

I leaned in to take a whiff of his cock and paused because it looked odd. It had skin covering half the head of his dick. I've heard of uncut dicks before, but I've never seen one before. Fortunately, it didn't smell very bad, maybe a little musky, but not bad, so I opened my mouth and let it slip inside. I was maybe a third of the way down when I heard Buster groan loudly. "Fuck yeah boy! Suck that dick! Make me feel really good now like the little cocksucker that you are." I'll admit it made me feel strangely good to hear him talk to me like that. I didn't understand it and it confused me even more than I already was.

After I'd sucked up and down on his dong maybe five or six times, Buster got impatient, I guess. He grabbed me by my ears and held my head still as he started thrusting deeper and deeper into my throat making me gag. Tears started running down my cheeks as he fucked my face. I found out later that they call it skull-fucking. "Oh, fucking hell this is feeling good. You've got a talented mouth boy. You're a natural cocksucker."

He pumped in and out of my mouth for a while gradually getting faster and rougher until he plowed into me bruising the back of my throat. As I said, Buster ain't small down there and my throat and jaws were getting really sore. He lasted maybe fifteen minutes after that and then he screamed out "FUCK!" I felt his cock unloading right down my throat. About halfway through his orgasm he pulled out enough, so the rest of his load filled my mouth forcing me to taste his cum. I started choaking and Buster growled at me. "You'd better swallow every damned bit of it boy if you know what's good for you." With that he started thrusting into me again as his orgasm subsided and finally, I felt his dick start to go flaccid.

He pushed me off his cock and tucked himself back in, zipping up his pants. "Damn! That was one hell of a blowjob kid. You really are a natural born cocksucker. I can't wait until next time."

"Next time, what the fuck!" I yelled. "You said this was the only time I'd have to do this!"

"Hell boy! You believed that shit?" He laughed out right then. "Damn! You really are stupid, aren't you? I don't give a damn if you groom Blue or not. Hell, you save me from having to do it, but that's it. But now that you've sucked me off... well, I can just imagine what all your little friends over at that school would say if I let it slip you sucked my cock. Yes-sir-ee! I can see it now. You'll become the laughingstock of the year, and everyone will know exactly what a pansy-boy you really are. Especially after I tell them how much you begged me for it until I finally gave in and let you have it."

"You goddamned fucker!" I yelled, tears spring into my eyes. I was so mad and scared.

"Hay, hay, hay, boy. None of that now. You loved it and you know it. Regardless if you really liked it or not, you will love it before I'm finished with you. You'll do exactly as I say from now on, or everybody will know. Do you understand the situation you're in boy?"

I was livid, but I nodded my head in understanding. I was fucked, maybe literally.

"Use your outside voice slut! I can't hear that inside voice of yours. Say it loud and clear." Buster chided me.

"Yes sir, I understand!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, and I'll let you continue grooming and taking care of Blue. In fact, I insist on it. I may even let you ride him, if you let me ride you." He said with a smirk. I gritted my teeth but said nothing. "Now get the fuck out of here. I've gotta get cleaned up so my wife doesn't smell you on me." I turned to go and stormed over to the door. Just as I opened it Buster called out to me. "Oh, and Jake..." He waited until I looked back at him. "I have no intension of selling Blue. That was just to push you over the edge, so you'd do what I wanted." He chuckled then. "Yep, you really are grade A stupid." He continued laughing at me as I walked out the door.

It was a few days before I saw Buster again. Barbara told me he gave her a message for me and handed over a sealed envelope. Nothing was written on the outside of it. I thanked her but didn't open it. She hung around for a bit obviously waiting to see what was in the letter, but I refused to do anything while she was there. Once she left though, I ripped it open. I was tempted just to toss it in the trash, but I was afraid of what he would do if I did that. I was also afraid someone would find and read it, namely Barbara. I liked her, but she was as bad of a gossip as her mother and grandmother.

I saw red when I read it.

"To Jacob Chastain. Hay there puppy! Come by this afternoon. I've been thinking of that hot, pretty, little, mouth of yours all day long and I gotta friend here between my legs who wants to feel you choking him again. Come by if you know what's good for you. I hate to think what your friends and family would think if I let the cat out of the bag."

The letter was typed on plain white paper and was not signed, so it could've come from anyone.

Fuck me! I thought. I am never going to see the end of this.

Buster was not at the stables when I arrived after school. It was our last week, and I had a ton of homework to do to prepare for my exams, but I dared not disobey Buster. If he told anyone, I was ruined. However, seeing he was nowhere in sight made my hopes rise that he left to go somewhere, and I could honestly say I did show up. I looked around for a bit, but he simply wasn't anywhere. Midnight Blue looked at me over his stall door and neighed. I smiled and walked over to pet the beautiful stallion. While I scratched his forehead, I noticed a note pinned to the wood railing just inside the gate. I wouldn't have noticed it if a breeze hadn't fluttered it. After rubbing Blue's nose, I slipped inside his stall and took the note because that's what it was. Again, it was type written and addressed to me with no signature.

"Jacob Chastain, now that you're here at the stables, come to the manure pile in the back. Go around it and you'll see a trail leading off into the swamp. Follow it to the end. Gotta friend here who really wants to get reacquainted with that soft, warm, wet, mouth of yours. I've got some protein for you to swallow -- a huge load of it. Don't disappoint me if you know what's good for you."

I groaned aloud and pressed my head against Blue's shoulder scratching his neck. "Why the hell is he doing this to me?" I asked the horse as if he could answer. "I told him loud and clear that I'm not into this." I almost felt sick to my stomach, and I feared the feeling would only intensify as I got closer to where Buster wanted me to meet him. No sense in putting it off and risk god only knows what the man would do in retaliation, so I followed his instructions and found the foot path behind the manure pile.

I walked for a lot longer than I thought I would when I headed off into the swamp. The path curved around bogs and trees, over fallen logs and through a small meadow full of dewberries, like blackberries but larger and juicier. I picked a few as I walked through and took a moment to admire a monarch butterfly flitting around the brambles. It was hot as hell out as only it can be in southern Mississippi, and I was working up a pretty good sweat. I took my shirt off to cool down and to keep the sweat from staining it.

I didn't have to go far past the meadow when the trail climbed a hill rising out of the swamp and into a pine grove, ending in front of a pretty large log cabin. It was well tended even if there was no driveway. It had small windows positioned high up on the walls and a tin roof painted red. The wrap around porch added to its size and kind of gave it a quaint feeling. In the yard in front of the cabin was a large firepit circled with a short firewall of bricks and mortar. Around the firepit were rather posh lounge chairs. Standing on the cabin's porch in front of the door was Buster. All he had on was a dirty looking jockstrap that had brownish stains covering the pouch. I'll admit that I had to admire his body. The man was ripped. His biceps had to be at least twenty inches around. I notice these things since I work hard in the school gyn trying to build my body up.

"Well, well, well, look who the cat dragged in!" Buster drawled in his thick Southern accent. I walked up to the porch steps and stopped looking at the man. My eyes couldn't help drifting down to his jock covered crotch where his cock and balls were clearly outlined in the dirty fabric. "Don't just stand there gawking kid. Get on up here and strip."

Slowly I climbed the steps trying hard not to pay attention to his growing meat. "I came, just as you told me to. Do we really have to do this? I told you before, I ain't no queer!"

He chuckled at me. "What, and you think I am because I like the way that pretty little mouth of yours looks when its wrapped so lovingly around my dick?" He ran his fingers through the sweat beading my chest and rubbed his thumb over my nipple making my dick respond in record time. "Trust me kid. I love pussy just as much as you do. What we're doing here is just taking care of the needs a man has that a woman ain't willing to tend to. You'll learn when you get older and married that women only like having sex about once or twice a week, if that, and they never like giving head. You'll also learn that nobody gives head like another dude. We all have the same equipment, you, see? Now, take those pants off and let me see that pretty perk little ass of yours." Seeing the look of alarm in my eyes he added. "I ain't gonna fuck you today kid. I just want to look at it. Even though I'd really like to sink my hammer deep into that tight little thing. I bet it's tight as a fucking drum!"

I pulled my jeans and then my underwear off while he talked not saying a word. My nerves wouldn't let me speak. Hell, right then my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow. "Fuck yeah! Look at that perky little thing. God that's so fuckable!" Buster said as he rubbed my ass cheek before letting the tips of his fingers glide along my crack. I jumped at the intrusion like someone shocked me. "Easy there kid. No need to be skittish. I said I wasn't going to fuck you, but I couldn't resist feeling you up a bit. Now get on your knees. Old Buster Junior here wants to say hello." With that he rubbed his palm over his bulge and ticked his nuts through the course fabric of the jock.

I really didn't want to do this, but somewhere in the back of my head, I remembered the last time his dick was in my mouth, and it really wasn't that bad. I feared it'd taste horrible, but it didn't. So maybe, this time wouldn't be that bad either. The jockstrap was my only real concern. As dirty as it was, I feared it'd stink. Unfortunately, my fears were not unfounded as I dropped to my knees putting my face only inches away from his groin. It didn't reek, but it did stink -- or rather, it smelled musky, and a little bit like stale piss, and that all too familiar scent of chlorine that every post-pubescent guy knows so well, sperm. It surprised me that I didn't find the odor repugnant. In fact, it made my dick throb and that only confused me more. Why was the scent of this man turning me on?

"That's it boy. Get in there and take a deep whiff. The sooner you get used to it, the sooner you'll enjoy this more." He gripped the back of my head and shoved my face into his dirty jock pouch until his cock and balls were smashed all up against my face. I got a really good taste of his body odor after that when he told me to lick his balls, especially up in there between his sack and his thigh. "Yes, fuck yes! Get in there good and learn to recognize my scent boy. Get a good taste too while you're at it."

Again, it shocked me that I wasn't sickened by this other than having trouble wrapping my head around the idea of having my face crushed into another dude's crotch, but then it wasn't entirely foreign to me either. After all I've had my face in several of my buddy's crotches during wrestling practice and matches. None of them smelled this ripe though.

After a bit of this Buster commanded me to pull his jock down and take a good taste of his throbbing cock. I was conflicted. On one hand I really didn't want to do this. I wanted to jump up and run away as fast as I could. On the other hand, I was almost eager to see his fat hog again. I remembered the way his uncut meat felt in my hands from before, how it tasted, and how it felt in my mouth. I remembered the way his sperm tasted and felt as it slid down my throat, and I wanted it. I would've given anything right then for it to be my best bud Jimmy standing in front of me instead of Buster. Jimmy and I snuggle in private when no one else could see us. Often times it was in the privacy of his old childhood treehouse and more often than not we were naked when we did it. But Buster was a prick, an asshole. Yet for some reason I wanted his stink all up in my nose. I wanted his taste going down my throat. I wanted to feel his fat cock pumping in and out of my mouth again. I wanted it no, I almost needed it.

"Fucking hell kid. It won't be long at this rate, and you'll make a first-class cocksucker." Buster growled out as I sucked his cock down almost to the root. He seemed surprised and to be honest he wasn't half as surprised as I was. His dick, as grungy as it was, tasted... good!" The revelation shocked me.

Am I gay and just didn't know it until now? I thought to myself as I sucked Buster's dick. I was a virgin until Buster got ahold of me, and where my butt was concerned, I was still a virgin, so I had nothing to compare it to. I had only vague ideas what a woman's body felt like, what her pussy would feel and taste like, how my cock would feel fucking her tits. But that's all it was, a vague idea with no substantial experience backing it up. Somehow an excitement started building up in the pit of my stomach as I continued sucking Buster's cock, as I felt his pulse under the flesh of his turgid pole, as I felt the silky smoothness of the skin on his shaft, and the hairy softness of his nut-sack. As that male scent permeated my senses, I felt myself getting hooked and it scared me.

"Oh, fuck Jake, I'm so fucking close! Keep sucking it cocksucker!" He ran his fingers through my hair almost tenderly and I felt an odd connection to the guy, like I wanted to serve him, and this frightened me even more. Alpha guys like me didn't submit -- yet here I was, submitting. I pushed down on his cock in an attempt to help jerk him off when I tasted a much stronger flavor than what I was tasting so far, and it was like a bolt of lightning hit my senses. At no time when I sucked him off before had I tasted this but then I never pushed down on his dick like this, and it took me a moment to register what I was tasting. Buster was uncut and I'd uncovered his gland. I was tasting his dick in all of its raw glory and instead of being repulsed, I was enthralled.

Right about then Buster lost his control and started nutting into my mouth and down my throat. "Oh, fuck yeah bitch! Swallow that load. Swallow all of it you nasty assed cunt!" I don't know how much sperm he actually shot down my throat, but it seemed like gallons. There was so much of his juice that I couldn't hold it all in my mouth or swallow it fast enough to keep it contained and I felt it running down my chin and dripping onto my chest and stomach. I could taste it, and smell it, because it completely overwhelmed me.

At first Buster pushed his dick deep into my throat and held himself there making me choke on his meat and then he pulled all but the head out and held it there riding out his orgasm and making sure I got a very good taste of his spunk. He laughed aloud as he pulled his cock from my mouth. "I guess you really enjoyed that kid." He said pointedly looking between my legs. I looked down and only then realized I'd nutted while sucking the man off and I wasn't even touching myself. "Yep, busted your nuts good while sucking me off, didn't you? God! You really are a slut for my cock!" I felt ashamed after that. How the hell was he roping me in like this? How was I, an alpha teenaged guy who loves girls, getting off sucking another dude's dick? I had no answers.

"There's a creek just that way about a quarter of a mile. You need to go wash up before you go home, or people are going to cotton-on to what you've been doing." I didn't say anything, because far too much was racing through my mind, but I nodded my head and reached for my clothes. "Leave em!" He barked, and it wasn't a suggestion. "You don't need them to go to that creek. Ain't nobody out here but the two of us. Nobody's gonna see ya puppy." I didn't think about it other than to pause a moment before heading to the creek in nothing but my sneakers.

I took my time at the creek. It was actually a small river and for once the water was almost clear. I found out later a spring fed it. The cold water felt great against my overheated flesh. I took longer than I probably should have to clean up, but eventually I headed back to the cabin only to find Buster gone along with my clothes when I got there. I cursed up a blue streak when I realized what he'd done. "You god damned fucking cunt!" I screamed out as loudly as I could. All the frustration and guilt that'd built up over the last few weeks finally burned to the boiling point and now the top blew. I kicked the cabin walls and door before heading out to the firepit and tossed about the lawn chairs, basically throwing a temper tantrum.

It worried the shit out of me how I was going to get back home naked, but when I got to the end of the trail leading back to Buster's stables, I saw my clothes half covered over in fresh muck on the manure pile. They were covered in horse shit, but at least I didn't have to walk home naked.

Spence's Story (Continued):

I sat there listening to my brother tell his story and I was both amused and pissed off at Buster for what he did to Jacob so far and I wanted to hear the rest, but there was a knock at the door. "That'll be Emmitt." Daddy said and headed off downstairs to let the doctor in.

Jacob refused to look at me as we sat there in silence. I couldn't stand not saying something, anything, to help Jacob feel better about himself. "If it's any consolation Jake, I really enjoyed the sex we've shared and with James too. Besides, I don't think it makes you gay just because you found you enjoy it, but even if you are gay, you'll always be the bestest big brother a kid brother could ask for." Jacob gripped my hand firmly in his and I could tell he was holding back tears. It was then that dad and Doc Brenner came walking into Jacob's room.

"He's over here Emmitt." Dad said as he led the doctor into the bedroom.

Doctor Brenner took one look at my brother and frowned before reining in his emotions. "What have we got here young man?" The man asked bending down over my brother to check out his wounds. There was a lot of "Hmmm's" and "I see's," but nothing much else until the examination was over. Occasionally he'd press an area and ask if it hurt and once, he shown a light in Jacob's eyes and had him follow the light without turning his head.

Then he had dad help him wrap Jacob's torso up with bandages to help keep his ribs still. "I don't really think you have a concussion Jacob, but those ribs look bad. I'm pretty sure they are broken, but without e-Rays, I cannot tell how badly. I think we can fix you up though if you follow my instructions exactly. Otherwise, I'll have to admit you to the hospital, if that happens, I won't be able to keep this from the law." His gaze was gravely serious when he said that last to drive the point home.

"I've brought some ointment for your rectum too. It should keep infection at bay and soothe the pain a bit. Apply it every morning and night, after every shower, and after every bowl movement. Be sure and clean yourself back there with water and mild soap every time after you use the bathroom before applying the ointment. I want you to come and see me in my office in two weeks and I'll come by here at least a couple of times in between now and then. Keep it clean and stay in bed until those ribs heal, probably a couple of weeks." The doctor told my brother.

"What about school?" Jacob protested.

"Don't you worry about school. I'll write a note to your principle and tell him a horse kicked you and you are bedridden until you heal. But I want to keep an eye on your rectum son. An injury like that can cause quite a bit of trouble if it gets infected. Unfortunately, where it's at, infection is a real problem. Have your father let me know if you bleed excessively when you have a bowl movement, or if you see blood in your urine. I'm also giving you some pain medication that'll help you sleep at nights and to ease the pain if it gets unbearable during the day. But it will knock you out, so don't take it if you aren't laying down." The doctor stood and patted Jacob's shoulder. "Get some rest and we'll have you right as rain in no time."

Jacob nodded his understanding. "Thank you, Doc Brenner, for everything!" He put emphasis on the word `everything.'

"Don't you worry Jacob. Your secret is safe with me unless there are unforeseen complications. What you've been through is not easy for a fellow your age to deal with, much less so if everyone in the neighborhood knows about it. I wouldn't wish that on a broke dick dog." He smiled at my brother as he turned to leave. "Mitchell, may I have a word with you in private please?" My father simply nodded and led the doctor from the room. They talked quietly at the top of the stairs and all Jacob, and I could here were murmured words, but we couldn't make out what they said.

I crawled into bed with Jacob and snuggled up behind him being careful not to disturb him much. "I love you little bro." Jacob said to me. "And I want to thank you for all you've done for me this last summer. I'm not sure what I would've done without you."

"Don't mention it you big oaf!" I chuckled and kissed the side of his head. "You're my brother. That's what brothers, and friends, are for." Dad found us like this when he walked back into the room.

"What do you boys want to eat? I can go get pizza, if you like?"

"Pizza sounds good to me dad." I said. Pizza was always good as far as I was concerned.

"Yes, pizza sounds good dad." Jacob chimed in.

"Good. Peperoni sound good?" Dad asked and we both nodded yes. "Alright then. You get some rest Jake and I'll be back soon. We can wait until later to continue discussing what Buster did to you." He ruffled Jakes and my hair before turning to leave the room. "Spence don't bother your brother now. Let him rest. I probably should wait until after you eat to give you the pain meds too considering they'll knock you out."

"Alright," Jacob said. "and he's not bothering me dad." Jacob added as he left the room. "It feels good to have you snuggled up to me like this Spence."

"I love you too Jake."

This concludes chapter five. Please feel free to write to me and share what you think about this story so far. Please remember that constructive criticism, comments, and complements are welcome, but if you just want to flame the story, then I respectfully ask you to keep your opinions to yourself. I may be reached at: akecheta@live.com