Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2007 04:22:12 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Other Little House 24

Chapter 24 Anderson


We finally got to the little town of Anderson just as the sun was
starting to go down and they were rolling up the sidewalks. We went
directly to the livery stables and Brent introduced me to Oleg Anderson,
the blacksmith who, with his brother, had founded the town. Oleg was a
blond, 6' 5" Norse God. He could have worked side by side with Odin and
never missed a beat. Massive arms and legs appeared from behind his
leather apron. One great work-hardened hand gripped a hand sledge like it
had grown there and when he spoke it was like rolling thunder issuing
from the old Norse heavens. To say the least, I was impressed.

Oleg turned to his apprentice, a black haired, husky boy about my age,
"Sam, you run over to the hotel and tell Laka she have guests tonight
and then you get right back here and help with this stock!"

Wide eyed, Sam just looked at Brent and then to me, nodded his head and
ran off.

Shaking his head, Oleg sighed. "Dat boy. He daydream more and more. I
tank he ben going soft in da head."

Brent laughed. "He's just getting horny, Oleg."

"He get horny on de job, I put his man t'ang on da anvil!"

KRANGGG! The anvil sounded as the heavy hammer landed.

I jumped and cringed. Brent laughed, "Oleg, this is Jason. He's my
partner. We're living together now."

Oleg looked me over and then took my shoulders in his callused paws.
Feeling down my sides, his hands covered my arms and his thumbs and
fingers reached to the middle of my body.  When he got to my waist he
casually lifted me up so he could get a better look.

"He purty light in the ass for ranch work, I tank."

"He carries his weight."

"Which ain't much! You work hard, boy?" he asked me.

"I work smart," I shot back at him.

Oleg's deep booming laugh filled the big blacksmith shop. He put me back
on my feet and patted my shoulder. "I tank he be good one for you,
Brent. He tank for you and make speech for you, quiet man. He don't
scare so easy too, I tank."

Brent just smiled.

Oleg held my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes with a lot more
intelligence than his looks and speech led you to believe he had. "I
know dis boy since he bald between the legs. Him's dad and bothers get
too drunk, he come stay with me. He good boy. Now he good man. You be
good to him. He always be good to you. You not good to him, I squish you
like insect."

I put my hand up on top of his, thinking about how hard he'd hit the
ground if I threw him. I locked my eyes on his, "You just don't ever
try to hurt my man." I said.

Oleg patted me on the back hard enough to knock me three steps into
Brent. Laughing again, he told Brent, "Your little kitten, he gonna
scratch someone's eyes out they fool with you, I tank."

Brent just held me. "I think so Oleg. You better be careful."

Full-bellied laughter filled the shop as Sam ran back inside. "Laka says
to hurry up. Dinner's ready."

"So why you just stand there? Why you no got stock put away?" bellowed
the big man as he swung at Sam's butt.

Sam, with the casual ease of much practice, dodged the swing and laughed
as he moved to unhitch the mules. I went over to help him. We sort of
watched each other, but were sort of shy of each other at the same time.
I'd never actually been around someone my own age before, not one-on-one
anyway, and I kind of wondered what Sam was like. We worked well
together. Sam knew exactly what he was doing and I pretty much kept up
with him by watching how he did things. We unhitched the mules and hung
up their tack on racks were they could be cared for easily and then
watered the mules. Then we tied the mules in separate stalls and gave
them a feed of grain and sweet timothy hay. We didn't talk as we brushed
the two beasts down, but watched each other and Brent and Oleg as they
put up the two horses. I noticed that Dancer, who was pretty particular
about letting anyone touch her, didn't mind Oleg at all. She seemed to
like his voice and touch and quit eating to enjoy the way he quickly
brushed her coat to a high gloss.

When the stock had been cared for we all went out to the trough and water
pump and stripped off our shirts and took turns pumping water over each
others head and shoulders. I was seriously impressed by the thick mat of
blond curls that covered the huge muscles of Oleg's torso. Sam's body
showed the barest beginnings of a patch of straight black hair in the
center of his also well-developed chest. I could see where, if he kept up
the hard work, he was going to be muscled like Oleg. We dried off with
some stiff old towels and put our shirts back on before heading for
Oleg's brother's hotel.

Oleg's brother, Sven, and sister-in-law, Laka, wanted us to sit in the
dining room like guests, but Brent insisted that, especially since there
were no other guests, we would join them around the big table in the
kitchen. When Laka started to get hard jawed, Brent just said we'd leave
and go to the `other' hotel. The men started laughing and Laka started
whacking everyone, including me, indiscriminately with her long wooden
spoon. I found out later that the "other hotel" referred to the rooms
over the saloon that the working girls used.

The lambasting Laka gave everyone seemed to seal us as part of the
`family' and we all sat down to dinner. Laka proved to be a wonderful
cook, having a real touch with the herbs and spices she used. Roast lamb,
two kinds of potatoes, fresh garden vegetables, cool milk and spring
water, fresh bread and rolls and a wonderfully sweet thing she called
"spatcheck", or something like that, for dessert. We all ate ourselves
into a torpor. The men adjourned to the parlor and Sam and me cleared the
table. We offered to help with the dishes, but Laka chased us out of the
kitchen so we joined the men. We all talked about the weather, what was
happening in the town and surrounding ranches, what Brent and I needed to
buy and other general topics. Laka finally joined us and soon suggested
that it was time to go to bed.

Sam showed Brent and me to our room, and seemed reluctant to leave. He
and I had been watching each other while the "grown-ups" talked and I
was intrigued by him. He was a good looking boy, and a lot huskier than
me. I didn't really understand it at the time, but I guess I wanted to
have a friend my own age and Sam looked and acted like he might be a
really good friend. Anyway, we said good-night and Sam headed down the
hall as Brent and I went into our room.

Brent closed the door and then gathered me up in his arms. "You are so
special to me," he said, and then gave me a long, soul searching kiss.
Flustered by his obvious love for me, I didn't say much as we undressed
and got ready for bed and I was still brushing my teeth when Brent laid
down on "his" (the left) side of the bed. I set my toothbrush up to dry
and retrieved a small pot of grease I'd put in my travel bag and greased
my bottom up, hoping that Brent would be in the mood to give me some good
loving. I wiped my hands clean and went to the bed. Brent was laying on
his back with his arm across his eyes and the covers thrown back because
of the heat that still filled the small upstairs room. I started to crawl
over the top of Brent to get to my side of the bed but changed my mind
and laid down on top of him.

Brent dropped his arm back to the pillow and smiled into my eyes. "Did
you have something in mind, little buddy?"

"Yeah." I kissed him on his hot, dry lips. "I want to make love to you
tonight. I want to fuck you better than you've ever fucked me."

Brent just spread his legs so that mine fell in-between his. "That
sounds like a really good idea to me. Ride me cowboy..."

I felt his cock rapidly expanding between our hard belly's and hunched
my cock and balls into his as I reached up to kiss him again. I took his
head between my hands and tenderly, lovingly, firmly took possession of
his mouth. Wetting his lips with my tongue until they were slick and
getting puffy and only then did I flick my tongue into his mouth. Once
his tongue started searching for mine, I left his mouth and kissed his
mustache line and then his nose, licking clean the nares and sucking on
the angular flesh like it was a small cock. I kissed his eyes and
carefully licked them clean like a mother fox would to her pups.

With Brent slowly writhing underneath of me and my hips equally slowly
grinding into Brent, I began to clean behind Brent's ears, and then
carefully mouthed and licked the perfect shells of his ears to gather a
harvest of man taste. The pointed tip of my tongue drove into his ear
canal over and over, removing traces of wax and causing Brent to start
moaning deep in his throat. By the time I'd pretty much finished with
his other ear Brent was moaning deep down in his chest and had wrapped
his legs up over mine which allowed me to grind my stiff rod into his
taint and balls. I pushed Brent's head upright again and kissed his
mouth and lips again until he was hunching back at me with serious
intent.

I reached down and started biting and sucking at Brent's throat which
caused his mouth to drop open allowing loud moans of desire to fill the
room with his increasing ardor. As I worked on his throat ever more
fervently in response to his enthusiasm, his legs spread and he opened
the pathway to his hidden self to me. In response, I slid down his body
and gave his man paps a working over that he swears he'll never forget.
By the time I was finished with them they were three times their normal
size and the slightest touch or breeze wafting across them would make his
whole body react.

Grinning to myself, I continued on down the treasure trail, kissing and
sucking at the ribbed abdomen until I happened to find a funny little
indentation in the flat plane of muscle, I worked this little well over
with my tongue until Brent was forced to hold my head down in place and
was gasping for breath. I swatted his ass hard four or five times until
he got the idea and took his hands off my head. It took several more
hefty swats to get his arms straight out to the sides where they
belonged. Once he was in properly in position with his arms and legs
widespread I reached back down and tickled his bellybutton with just the
tip of my tongue. He quickly learned that it was OK to flinch away or to
try and pull his muscles back from the contact but that if he tried to
move his arms or legs I'd quickly raise another red spot on his butt
with my hand. Brent was quickly in my total control. Laughing and crying,
moaning and begging me to fuck him all at the same time.

When Brent was on the verge of losing control entirely I nuzzled down
through his crotch and sampled the curly hair and scent filled body
creases before nudging his legs upwards so I could attack his deep and
hairy cleft. I quickly found the bulls eye and skewered it with my
tongue. Brent's legs shot up and out to the sides as the air whooshed
out of his lungs and my face fit neatly and tightly between his buttocks.
Lightly caressing his thighs and buttocks, sides and tummy with my
long-fingered hands, I made languid, intense love to the pile of sensuous
meat before me. I covered every bit of territory between his buttocks
with my lustfully lyrical lips, combed all the hair between my tingling
teeth, and bored deeply into his body with my turgid tongue. Brent was
soon arching up to me, moaning and begging for me to fuck his brains out.
Holding his legs up to his chest he presented me with the most perfect
target he could give me.

Twisting until my back was against Brent's spit and sweat slick butt, I
pushed with my legs until I slid up the thick thighs, cradled in the
groove between the pulchritudinous pillars of my lovers legs. When I got
up high enough, I reached down between my legs and pulled down on
Brent's long ball sack until his engorged erection erected erectly, and
then I slid down until the pole entered my hole and I stole the whole
into my sole. In a juvenile excess of poetical imagination I began to
bounce on the springy arches formed by Brent's arched back and legs,
fucking him hard with my asshole. Balancing myself with my grip on his
balls, I bounced up and down, fucking for all I was worth. The squealing
of the iron bedsprings attesting to the vigor of my attack.

Brent quickly entered into the spirit of this athletic event and began
bouncing me up and down on his thighs. Grabbing hold of his legs, I
turned myself around until I was folded in half, my legs extend up along
Brent's and my arms wrapped around both our legs while Brent continued
to bounce my flopping bottom up and down on his extended stick. It was
hard to breathe like that so I swiveled my legs out to the sides and
grabbed Brent behind the head, folding him even more tightly together
with his legs sticking up past his head so that he couldn't hardly move
at all. Only then did I truly show him just how hard I was going to fuck
him. With my cock between his legs and stroking his belly I used my grip
on his cock to fuck him viciously. No quarter allowed and no mercy for
the bleeding or breathless. Brent's eyes got wider and wider as his
breath was squished out of him and he realized that I was fucking him
with his own cock.

A big grin spread across his face. "Fuck me, boy. Fuck me good..."

"I'll fuck you stupid..."

"Harder... harder... oh yes, fuck me, fuck me...."

"Fuck you senseless. Show you how to do some real fucking. Drain your
brain. Suck your balls flat."

"YES! FUCK ME! F*U*C*K! M*E*E*E*Eeeeeeee!"

Bed thundering and springs screaming, Brent squalling and head pounding
into the wall, I fucked his balls dry like a man dying of thirst in the
desert. And I continued to fuck him long after he was begging me to stop,
that it hurt, that his dick was too sensitive. Without pity I fucked him
until his nerves went over into a new threshold and he was seeking ever
more gratification. In one smooth move I went up and off of his cock and
down until I cock fucked his ass to my ultimate depth, pounding his butt
with my eager loins until he was crying with the need to be fucked even
deeper and harder. I shifted into high gear and gave him what he need.
All my cock. All the way. Hard. Deep and hard and fast until his ass was
on fire and he was screaming for me to cum inside of him.

I felt it coming and bit into his neck so hard that blood welled up into
my mouth as great jerking shudders took over my body, my total muscular
effort ejecting my cum into him so hard that it was hurting me beyond
ecstasy. Brent responded by splattering our bodies with cum that had to
be coming directly from the balls that he had sucked almost totally
inside of his body. Thrashing and screaming I took us both over the edge
into a flaming swirl of mind-boggling release.

Panting, my ears still ringing with the squeaking of the bedsprings, I
laid on top of Brent's folded body with my cock still plugged up his
ass, my small movements bringing both of us continuing tingles of the
immense pleasure we had just undergone. Brent finally opened his eyes and
put his arms up around me. His eyes rolled up towards the wall behind his
head and he started a silly giggle. It dawned on me that my ears weren't
ringing, I was actually hearing bedsprings being punished on the other
side of the wall.

Brent laughed out loud and in a soft voice said, "I think all four of
them sleep in the same bed together."

"No way," I whispered.

"I know Oleg and Sven fuck each other cuz I walked in on them in the
livery stable one time. I think they switch partners with Laka and Sam
too."

"No way!"

"Almost certain. Listen. That's got to be four people fucking."

We listened for a while, my dick getting really stiff inside of Brent
again but neither of us had the energy to actually fuck again. Brent got
unfolded and I laid on top of him while we listened to the activity next
door. It did sound like more than one couple humping. I was interested,
but both Brent and I dozed off before long. Replete, and happy in each
others arms.

I don't know how much later it was when I finally woke up, but I felt
all sticky and needed to go to the bathroom. I carefully got off of Brent
and crawled out of bed. I checked my boots for creepy-crawlies and
slipped them on and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.
Quietly, I went down the hallway and out back. The moon was out and the
night was pleasantly warm and it was just far enough to the outhouse for
me to enjoy the night and relax. When I pulled the door open there was a
noise inside and I jumped like I'd been bitten by a rabid polecat. Sam
had been sitting in there and he was just as startled as I was.

"Jeeze, you don't gotta scare a guy like that!"

"Sorry, I didn't know you were out here."

"Well, you could walk a little louder and give a guy some warning."

"I said I was sorry."

"Yeah. Well. You didn't mean nothing I guess. You gonna sit down, or
just stand there?"

"You don't mind?"

"I've heard guys fart before. Sit down before you bust."

"Thanks."

I went inside and Sam watched me as I took off my towel and sat down.
Neither of us said anything as we sat there in the dark, grunting and
pissing.

Finally, Sam quietly said, "Sounded like you and Brent were really
having a good time earlier."

"Yeah! What's it to ya?"

"I didn't mean nothing bad by that. It's just that it's nice to have
someone you can have that much fun with."

"Well, it sounded like you guys was having some fun yourselves. Is it
true you all sleep in the same bed?"

"We got two beds in there, but sometimes, like tonight, we end up in the
same bed together, at least till the fuckin's over. Listening to you two
sure got us wound up tonight."

"Yeah. It sounded like you enjoyed it."

"Did you guys listen to us?"

"Some, but we were pretty tired and fell asleep."

"I wonder why?" Sam laughed. "Can't imagine what'd make you so tired
you couldn't listen to the show we put on. I thought Laka's howling
would'a woke the devil."

"I didn't hear nothing like that. Were you screwing her?"

"No. Sven was. Oleg was fucking my butt. He fucked me so hard I think he
broke something back there. Sure is sore anyway."

"Let me see..."

Without hesitation Sam got up and bent over, butt turned into the little
bit of moonlight coming into the outhouse. I grabbed some pages from the
Sears catalogue and wiped his butt clean.

"Can't see much in here, but I don't see no blood or anything.
Sometimes I bleed a little bit if Brent fucks me really hard."

"Wanna go get washed up a little bit?"

"Yeah. I feel all sticky."

"Bend over and I'll wipe you clean."

I got up and bent over and Sam used some more pages from the Sears
catalogue to clean my butt. Then he led me down to the pump by the horse
trough. Two lean young men, pumping water for each other in the silvery
moonlight. Washing and laughing and quietly talking. Becoming friends.
Neither of them had ever had a real friend their own age before and both
were hungry for the adolescent bonding so common to young men. After
cleaning up they both climbed into the horse trough and played in the
water together for a while. Agile young bodies slickery against each
other as they played and laughed. Ducking each other and having about as
much fun as two boys in a tub of water can have.

Tiring, they finally got out of the trough and grabbed their towels.

"I'm a prune!"

"Yeah. My fingers are all wrinkled up." Jason touched Sams back.
"Feels weird, huh!"

"Yeah!" Sam poked his finger into Jasons stomach. Quickly, both boys
were down in the dust and mud wrestling. Straining against each other,
testing each other with adolescent eagerness. Sam was stronger, but Jason
was lightening quick and while both boys were scoring points, neither
could gain a real advantage over the other since Jason was unwilling to
use any of the tricks he'd learned.

Panting, stretched out on the ground, chins on each others shoulders and
arms intertwined, they sued for truce, as equals. Laughing, and a bit
breathless, they helped each other up. Scooping double handfuls of water
from the horse trough, they washed the mud off of each other, grabbing a
quick feel here and there as the spirit moved them.

"You wanna talk for a while?"

"Yeah!, I ain't tired at all."

"Come on!"

The two lithe boys, blond following dark, ran into the livery stable,
moonlight shining off their slick wet bodies. Across the shop floor and
up the ladder to the hay loft. Around the side and across the back.  A
door opened into a small room tucked under the eves of the barn. A small
glazed window let in enough light to see by and the air was redolent with
the scent of clean hay and sacked grain. A blanket wrapped around a pile
of hay made a mattress with a second old blanket for a cover. An old
fruit box made a table and a bookcase all in one. Some old tack and bits
and pieces of this and that hung from the walls.

"This is my private place. Ain't nobody but me comes up here."

"I like it."

"Ain't got no light. Fire's too dangerous up here."

"That's smart."

Suddenly bashful, being naked and alone together the boys looked
everywhere but at each other.

"I'm getting cold." Sam said. He sat on the mattress with his back
against the wall and pulled the blanket up around himself. Holding one
side open he said, "Come on, it's warm in here."

Jason sat next to Sam and they pulled the blanket up under their chins.
Soon, their embarrassment was forgotten and they were laughing and
telling secrets like they'd known each other all their lives. Sharing
their dreams and aspirations. Their hopes and fears. Talking the night
through until, leaning against each other under the old blanket, they
fell asleep.

---eof---