Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2020 11:50:56 -0500 From: Keith Yates Subject: Devyn's Struggle V2 10 This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men. If this offends you, why are you here? If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This story in no way represents any person living or dead. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and no copying or posting to any other website is permitted without the author's written consent. Please help keep Nifty going by donating to the awesome service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I'm looking forward to reading your comments. Please send them to me at keith.96@att.net. You can also check out these other stories: Brent's Struggle https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/brents-struggle/ Jake's tale https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/jakes-tale/ Devyn's Struggle V2 Chapter 10 When Devyn had recovered, he began learning all the ins and outs of Joe's farm. Joe started out by showing him how to feed the baby calf. "This stuff stinks," Devyn said as he mixed the powder and water in the calf's bottle. "I bet it doesn't taste very good." "He doesn't seem to mind," Joe said indicating the calf that was waiting for Devyn at the fence. "But if you like go ahead and fix a bottle for yourself and you can give it a taste test. "I think I'll pass," Devyn said as he climbed over the fence and dropped down to the calf. The calf instantly started budding Devyn wanting fed. "Okay, okay, relax," Devyn said giggling as he offered the calf the nipple. The calf nursed eagerly on the bottle. The sucking sounds filling the barn. "What happened to his mother?" Devyn asked as the calf nursed. "She would not accept the calf for some reason," Joe said. "This is the second calf of hers that I have had problems with. I am going to sell her with the other calves in a few weeks. I have her over there in the feed lot fattening her up for market." "Oh, I wonder why it is that she won't nurse him," Devyn said. "I guess like some women who have postpartum depression she just can't make that connection with her offspring," Joe said. "Weird," Devyn said as he was holding the bottle. Devyn was learning more about livestock and farming than he had ever considered. The whole process fascinated him. He did not mind the work as it did not feel like work. He was getting to spend time with Joe and Devyn definitely like spending as much time with Joe as he could. Devyn's attraction to the man had grown. For Devyn, it was more than just a physical attraction. Joe was kind and so far, seemed to genuinely care about Devyn. Learning to drive the tractor had been a big day for the teenager. He had enjoyed riding along with Joe and watching him and then when Joe had offered to let him try, he had jumped at the chance. Joe was patient as he showed the boy how to steer, shift, and then to use the front-end loader. Devyn was like a sponge soaking it all up. The best part for him was the closeness he felt with Joe. Not just the emotional but the physical as well. While on the tractor having the man standing over him and guiding his hand or having that big arm around his shoulder sent blood surging into Devyn's teenage equipment. "Since you seem to have the hang of this," Joe said as they were riding on the tractor. Devyn was using the front-end loader to pick up the big round hay bales. "I think you can haul them to the house and I'll keep bailing." "You really think I'm ready?" Devyn asked. "I think you are," Joe said smiling. The kid was amazing at the way he had thrown himself into everything. Joe was on Devyn's left side standing on the step and holding onto the tractor with his left hand. His right arm was around the seat where Devyn was sitting. He took that right hand and squeezed the teenager's shoulder. "You picked it up really fast. You are definitely a fast study." "Thanks Joe," Devyn said. "I'm not sure I can stack them in the barn like you do." "That does take practice," Joe said. "Just line them up next to the barn and I'll put them inside." "Sure," Devyn said. Devyn felt as though part of his and Joe's relationship was like father and son. It reminded Devyn of how close he had been with his dad. When he would go to the worksites with his dad, he would often get to ride on some of the equipment. It made Devyn think about the last time he had gone to the site with his dad. Devyn had gone to the site to help his Dad with some odd jobs around the site while his Dad worked in the office getting some paperwork done. Devyn had been hoping to run into Matt again, but he had not seen the older man's truck anywhere on the site. He had hoped that his father had not found a way to fire Matt. He was a nice guy. Devyn would have liked the chance to talk to Matt. He was the only person Devyn felt he could talk to other than Brent. Matt was the only adult Devyn knew that might understand the struggle the young man was going thru. Devyn headed into the office to warm up. The weather outside was cold and felt like it might start snowing. "I finished that up," Devyn told Frank. "Great," Frank said. "here is the inventory list for each of those crates in the shed. Make sure everything is in there so the guys are ready to go Monday. If something's missing just mark it and then if you can find it put it in the crate." Devyn took the clipboard from Frank. He glanced at the long list. "Wow that's quite a bit." "That's why this stuff takes so long," frank said. "If something is missing then, we have to come all the way back to the shed to get it. It slows down the whole project and I mean to get this done on time and under budget." "Devyn flipped thru the pages. It was going to take him most of the afternoon to get thru all of that. "I'll get started on it." "Maybe this summer you can work as a runner," Frank said smiling at his kid. "It is a good way to start and we can move you up. I think with your smarts you will pick everything up quickly." "Um, thanks Dad," Devyn said. He felt a warm feeling in his belly at Frank's praise. "I'll go get this done." He hurried out and headed towards the shed. He glanced around still hoping to run into Matt but no luck. Devyn spent a couple hours inventorying the crates. He was on the last one. He added the missing items and updated the inventory sheet. He blew on his cold fingers as he wrote. "I'm not sure if it is colder in here or outside," he muttered. He bent over to double check a couple items. Matt had seen Frank's truck and was avoiding the office. He was trying not to add any fuel to that explosive situation. Frank had tried several times to get rid of Matt but his firm was standing behind him. They had offered to reassign Matt so he would not have to put up with Frank but Matt had declined. He was not someone who back down from a difficult situation. Plus, Matt was hoping to run into Devyn again. For some reason the innocent kid and become important to Matt. "I can't really explain it," he told Bryan. "The kid is trying too hard to figure out everything. He wants to be a good man and he seems to have a good spirit. I'm afraid his homophobic father will end up breaking him. I want to be there to support him and to let him know there is life after coming out." "That's why I love you," Bryan said and kissed Matt's lips. Matt had been working on the plans to a small addition the developer wanted to the project. He was trying to find a way to include it into the existing design without making it look like an afterthought. He had been staring out the window when he saw Devyn go by in a hurry with a clipboard. Matt had gone back to work but his mind kept going back to the teenager. He finally tossed down his pencil. "I might as well give up for now," he thought. "Maybe I'll just go meet Bryan early." Matt saved his work and stepped out into the cold afternoon. He headed towards his truck but instead of going there he turned and went in the direction Devyn had gone. He saw the kid thru the door trying to write on the clipboard with cold fingers. Then he saw the teen bend over and start looking thru the crate. "Damn what an ass," he thought. One of the things Matt liked about Devyn was how the teenager had no idea how damn hot he was. "If I were single and you were ten years older and maybe I was five years younger." Matt smiled at the idea. "Pervert," he told himself. "Hi Devyn," Matt said stepping into the shed. Matt had already checked the direction of the office and knew that Frank could not see them out here. Devyn jumped almost dropping the clipboard and the pencil. "Oh, um, hi," Devyn said. His face almost lighting up when he realized it was Matt. "Sorry didn't mean to startle you," Matt said. He moved further into the shed. "You look half frozen." "Yeah," Devyn said. "I think it is colder in here than outside." "It is all the metal," Matt said. "It radiates the cold." He reached and took Devyn's fingers into his hands. "Damn your hands are froze. You should be wearing gloves." "I was," Devyn said. He felt a strange tingle inside at Matt's warm hands in casing his. "I needed to be able to write and I couldn't do that with them." "That takes practice," Matt agreed still holding the teenager's hands in his own. He could feel some of the warmth starting to work its way into the boy's fingers. Devyn glanced over Matt's shoulder towards the door. He knew that Frank couldn't see them in here but he was still nervous. He didn't want to be any trouble to Matt. "It is alright," Matt said. "Frank can't see the shed from the office." "Oh, um, I wasn't," Devyn began. "Sure, you were," Matt said his lips quirked up into a smile at the corners. "I know Frank doesn't want his kid talking to a faggot." " Why do you call yourself that?" Devyn asked a little shocked at Matt's use of the term. "A faggot? If I use the word it takes some of the pain from it when others use it. Especially narrow-minded people like your father. Sorry if you don't like hearing that about your Dad, but it is true." "I know," Devyn said looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry." "Devyn, there is no reason for you to say you are sorry. I understand that those are your father's thoughts and feelings and not yours." "It isn't right how he talks to you," Devyn said still not meeting Matt's gaze. "I don't understand it. Does it bother you?" "Sure, it does, but I am not going to let your father be more than an annoyance. Life is too short to try and change people like him. He thinks men loving men is wrong and doesn't realize that loving someone cannot be wrong. It is never wrong to love someone." Devyn glanced in the direction of the office. He knew his Dad could not see them but knowing he was there and how Frank felt about Matt made the teenager uneasy. "If you want," Matt began seeing the concern in those deep brown eyes, "I can go." "No," Devyn said quickly his gaze locking onto Matt's. "I, um, was, um, actually wanting to talk to you." Devyn knew his father would never understand that Devyn liked Matt. He thought the man was a cool guy. "you were?" Matt asked. He understood Devyn's concern about Frank even if the boy wouldn't voice his concern. Matt knew that Frank was going to have a hard time coming to terms with his kid being gay. "I am not sure the man will ever accept that," Matt thought. He had released Devyn's hands and was leaning against the door looking at the young man. Devyn looked at the man leaning there. The guy was so handsome and looked so macho as he leaned there in the doorway. He wanted advice from this guy but he also didn't know exactly how to phrase the questions that were on his mind. Matt waited as the teenager studied him. He finally asked, "So how is your friend Brent?" Matt hoped to get the kid to relax so he could ask whatever it was that was on the boy's mind. "He is great. We are, um, great." Devyn knew his voice was telling more about he and Brent than his words were. Matt could see a light in those golden eyes when the teenager thought about Brent. He wondered if the kid always had the air of happiness when the other boy was mentioned. "Really? Does that mean?" Matt let the question hang there not completing it. He hoped the two had found each other. He hoped Devyn and Brent had stopped trying to suppress their feelings for each other. "We are, we are boyfriends," Devyn said defiantly. "That's great," the warmth and excitement for Devyn was obvious in Matt's voice. "Thanks! We both think so," Devyn said. He couldn't believe he had just come out to someone. He had just basically told someone that he was gay. "He is one hot looking guy and he seems extremely nice. You are lucky." "I think so," Devyn said. "It is sometimes amazing how quickly we, um, became friends." "It happens like that," Matt said smiling at the teen. "Well, take things slow. You two have lots of time to be with each other." "Heck we have to keep our feelings hidden because of our parents," Devyn confided. "We have no choice but to take things slow." "let's go for a walk," Matt said. "Away from the office," Matt added when he saw Devyn nervously look towards the building. They walked along in silence for a while and Matt could sense that Devyn wanted to ask him something. He knew the kid probably had hundreds of questions. He wished he could help him but he did not want to overstep their friendship. "Can I ask you something?" Devyn finally said breaking the drawn-out silence. "You can ask me anything," Matt told his young friend. "It is kind of personal," Devyn warned. Matt smiled before saying, "go ahead and ask. If I can't answer, I will tell you that." "I was wondering, what is it like...you know with a guy?" Devyn could feel his face blushing. He hoped that Matt would think it was from the cold. "What is what like?" Matt asked playing dumb. Oh, come on," Devyn sighed. "You know..." "You mean when two guys make love?" Matt said knowing the kid had questions about sex. "Yes," Devyn answered looking at the ground. Devyn felt his ears burning and knew his face was probably as red as the fire truck that was screaming by on the street. He wished he did not blush so damn easily. "Well," Matt began, "honestly Devyn, it is wonderful. Having that closeness and that sharing of each other's bodies. It is great." "Yeah, I bet it is," Devyn said looking at the man briefly before looking away. "Of course," Matt said walking beside the teenager, "you understand there is a difference between having sex and making love." "Um, I um, guess so," Devyn said not sure he knew the difference. "It does not take a lot of effort to just get your rocks off," Matt said. "You can do that all by yourself. On the other hand, to make love means sharing yourself body and soul with someone else. It takes more effort emotionally and maybe physically too to make love to another man or woman for that matter." "I guess I never thought about it," Devyn began, "at least not quite like that." "That is okay," Matt said. "You are young and your hormones are in overdrive. Just remember that it is better if you both truly give yourselves to each other." "Okay, but what about um, the actual act?" Devyn asked wanting to know just what advice Matt might be able to give him. "What do you mean?" Matt asked. "We have read a lot," Devyn began. "About how everything works but, um, we were wondering, um, just, um, does it hurt, um, you know back there." Devyn glanced briefly at Matt's butt. The man's ass looked so hot the way it was being hugged by the man's Levi's. He glanced away hoping that Matt hadn't noticed where he had looked. He couldn't believe he was asking this man this. What was he thinking? "Honestly Devyn," Matt began, "Yeah, it does the first time. It all depends on the person you are with and how they treat you." "So um, do you um, I mean..." Devyn felt his whole face burning now. He wanted to ask the questions, but he did not know how to put them into words. He did not know how to ask the things he wanted to know. Matt could tell the teenager was struggling. The kid had to be more than just a bit embarrassed. "My truck is over here," Matt said gesturing. "Let's go sit in there for a few. I think it will be warmer." They climbed into the cab of Matt's Chevy 4x4. The sun coming through the windshield had warmed the interior up so it was much warmer in the cab than it had been outside. "Devyn," Matt began, "you don't have to beat around the bush. Just ask me what you want. I will not be offended or shocked. I understand you have lots of questions about gay sex." "Well, I um, was wondering. I um, how do you decide who is going to be, um, I mean who is going to..." Again, the words Devyn was looking for escaped him. He did not know how to ask the sexual questions he wanted. Sex was not something they discussed in his house. He had only had his sexual education in health class and they did not cover the acts of gay sex. "If you're asking who gets penetrated and who gets to do the penetrating, there is no set formula." Devyn listened as Matt talked openly and honestly about sex. Matt seemed to not mind that he was sharing intimate information about his own sex life with this teenager. He seemed to genuinely want to help Devyn find out who he was. "Look Devyn," Matt continued. "I can only speak to my own experiences and I am probably going to use terms that your parents would not like me using. If you want me to stop at any time just say so. I do not want to embarrass you or make you feel like I am trying to push gay sex down your throat." "I know," Devyn said. "I'm sorry I am just not all that comfortable talking about this stuff. We never really discuss sex at home." Matt smiled, "I never got the gay sex talk at home either." Matt started talking giving Devyn a little bit of the physical mechanics of sex. In some ways it made Matt feel like a dad having this serious talk with Devyn. "Maybe Bryan and I should think about having a kid or adopting," Matt thought as he talked. "Of course, our kid might not be gay which would make this a whole different kind of talk." "So, are you a top or a bottom?" Devyn asked before he knew it. He couldn't believe the words had come from his mouth. He looked an apology at Matt but realized the other guy had not minded the question at all. "It's alright," Matt said chuckling. "Cut right to the center of it huh. I like keeping my options open but I mostly top. Of course, with Bryan, I'll bottom in a heartbeat." Devyn found it hard to believe that this studly man this macho guy let Bryan or anyone else fuck him. It was hard for Devyn to wrap his mind around. "You and Bryan are both so, so..." Devyn's words trailed off as he tried to think of the right term. "Butch," Matt supplied. "Um, macho," Devyn said. "I thought maybe one of the guys had to be, um, kind of girly or something." "Nope," Matt said. "Sometimes that kind of guy will only top. It all depends on what gives you the most pleasure and who you are with at the time. "So, does it hurt when, um, Bryan does that to you?" Devyn asked and met Matt's gaze. "For me," Matt said, "it does. It is always a little uncomfortable but with the right guy there can be a great deal of pleasure back there." The first time it hurts quite a bit and if the guy is not caring and does not take his time it will hurt even more." "So, what can you do to stop it from hurting?" Devyn asked. "Well," Matt began. "use lots of lube, take your time, and get loosened up with a few fingers first." "Is that what you and Bryan do?" Devyn asked not believing Matt was being so open with him. "Yes," Matt answered. "Whenever I am going to enter Bryan, I squeeze a large drop of lube onto my fingers and work that into him. I start out with one finger and then two and keep going until I can easily work three fingers into him. Usually before I put my penis inside him, he is almost begging for me to enter him." "Wow! That sounds hot...I wish..." Devyn's voice trailed off as he had been about ready to say that he wished he could watch that. He knew that would be the wrong thing to say. "Just remember Devyn that sex with anyone has its consequences. You always need to practice safe sex. I mean no matter who you are with, you should wear a condom." Matt hoped his words were sinking into the teenager. He knew that when the boy was in the middle of the act, that a condom would not be on his mind. "Oh," Devyn began "but Brent hasn't had sex with another guy." "Yes, but if Brent has had sex with anyone then he is at risk and if you have, then you are putting him at risk." Devyn thought back to Sue and wondered if Brent had done as much with Tracy as he had with sue. He wondered if Brent had been with Tracy without having worn a condom. "Devyn promise me that you will always wear a condom. Please always play it safe buddy. I don't want you ending up with an STD." "Okay, I will," Devyn promised. Devyn realized his friend was honestly concerned for him. Matt seemed to care about him. He seemed to want to help Devyn. Devyn jumped as his passenger side door was jerked open. The blast of cold air ruffling Devyn's long brown locks. "What the hell is going on here?" "Shit!" Devyn said realizing that it was Bryan that had pulled the door open. "Dang Bryan, you scared Devyn and me," Matt said looking into the blue eyes of his husband. "Sorry," Bryan said. "but I had to find out who was trying to fool around with my man." "I um, we weren't we um, were just talking," Devyn said. "He's joking Devyn," Matt said grinning. "He knows my heart belongs to him." "Hey scoot over a bit kiddo," Bryan said. "It is cold out here." Devyn slid over and straddled the drive shaft hump and let Bryan climb into the cab. "I thought you were going to pick me up," Bryan said looking at Matt. Matt glanced at the clock on the dash and could not believe the time. "Sorry babe," he said. "I lost track of time talking to Devyn." "So," Bryan began looking at the two, "what were you two talking about?" "Oh, we were um..." Devyn began not sure what he was going to say when Matt answered. "Devyn had some questions about sex." "Oh really," Bryan said looking from the man to the teenager. "Damn and you're giving him the facts of life talk." "Yes I am." Matt had picked up on the tone in Bryan's voice that made it sound like Matt had no clue about the facts of life. Matt had responded with a slight annoyance tone of his own. "Look Devyn I taught him everything he knows. I will be happy to teach you too." Bryan placed his hand on Devyn's knee and gave it a quick squeeze. Devyn felt his face growing red again. He felt his cock jump at the closeness of the other men and at the warm touch of Bryan's strong hand. "I saw him first," Matt said looking at Bryan's handsome face. "You had your shot," Bryan said squeezing Devyn's knee. Devyn felt his cock jump inside his pants. Was Bryan really offering something. Devyn couldn't believe it. "Relax Devyn," Matt said seeing some of the stress on the teen's face. "Bryan is just teasing you." "Who says. I mean this kid is in his sexual prime. It might be nice to have someone in bed that isn't drained after just one session," Bryan's eyes sparkled with his teasing. "Bryan!" Matt's voice conveyed his annoyance to his partner. "Okay, okay," Bryan knew he had been pushing the bounds a bit. His lover was just a little too serious when it came to the proper talk around kids. "Devyn is a young man and I am sure he doesn't mind a little teasing. I know I sure didn't at his age." "Um, Devyn began, "I um, look this is all new to me. I just wanted to know what it was like with two um men." "It is great," Bryan said. "When Matt and I are making love, it is as if our souls have joined together." "Wow that is really similar to what matt told me," Devyn said. "Well, that is good to know that we are both on the same page," Bryan said and reaching behind Devyn and squeezing Matt's shoulder. "We were just discussing anal sex," matt told Bryan. Devyn felt his face blushing again. He could feel Bryan's eyes on him. "Relax," Bryan said squeezing Devyn's shoulder. "You can discuss anal sex all you want with my guy, but I am the only one that gets to perform it with him." "He knows that Bry," Matt said reaching up and giving Bryan's large hand a squeeze. "I hope matt told you to take it slow an easy the first time," Bryan said looking at Devyn's attractive face. "To really have your partner loosen you up or for you to loosen up your partner." "Yeah, he did," Devyn confirmed. "I told him how I loosen your tight ass up," Matt said. "Yeah, well with that damn monster you have," Bryan said his blue eyes twinkling. "you have too." "Does size matter then?" Devyn asked concerned that he might not measure up. "Well," Bryan began, "only to how it can stretch your anal opening. The larger the guy the more time you should spend getting loosened up." "I am not all that big," matt corrected. "Bryan just likes exaggerating." "Well, you could just show me," Devyn said looking down at the floorboard "What?" Matt said surprised. Devyn then looked up his eyes sparkling in the sun light from the windshield and the devilish smile on his face. "Yu little...I thought you were serious for a moment," Matt said returning Devyn's grin. "Oh, go on and show him Matt," Bryan said. "Let the kid see that monster and he might go straight." Matt's door was suddenly jerked open and Frank stood there with a sawed off two by four in his hand and the look of murder on his face. "I told you to fucking stay away from my son. I told you to keep your filthy hands off him. Devyn had gotten so caught up in the conversation and the comradery that he had forgotten all about his Dad. He should not have been so stupid. "Dad, we were just talking. Nothing else. I um, it wasn't Matt's fault." Before Matt could react, Frank had grabbed him and pulled him from the cab of the truck. Matt could not get his feet under him and he landed hard on the frozen ground. "Dad! Stop it!" Devyn shouted. Bryan was out of the passenger side like a shot from a gun. He was scared for his soul mate and was around the truck in seconds. The two by four was whirling through the air and slammed into the side of the pickup where Matt's head would have been if he had not rolled out of the way. "Dad don't! Nothing happened. We were just talking. Matt didn't do anything wrong." Devyn was trying to explain but Frank was not hearing him. Bryan was around the truck now and was coming to grab Frank from behind, but Frank had saw him coming. He turned and swung the two by four at Bryan. The slab of wood slamming into the truck again and breaking the driver side door mirror. "Dad stop it!" Devyn shouted again. The club slammed into Bryan's stomach and knocked the air from his lungs. He went down clutching at his middle. Devyn was scared more for his two friends than for himself. His father was out of control. He had lost his sanity or something. "DAD STOP IT!" Devyn launched himself from the truck slamming into Frank. His weight pushing frank's larger mass to the ground. They rolled there fighting. Frank's elbow slammed into Devyn's nose and blood gushed from it. Frank saw the red blood coming from his son's nose and it seemed to snap him back to the present. It seemed to bring some sense of sanity back into frank's eyes. "Devyn. Oh, my gawd, Devyn. I am sorry. I am sorry." Blood was streaming from Devyn's nose. It had run down over his lips, chin and was dripping onto his jacket. The red blood looked brown as it blended with the browns of Devyn's jacket. "Are you okay?" Frank asked his voice trembling a bit with his concern for his son. Matt had climbed to his feet and saw the red mess that Devyn's bleeding nose was making. He reached behind the seat and pulled out a roll of paper towels. He tore off several and moved over to Devyn. Matt crouched down beside the teen and offered him the paper towels. "Your making quite a mess," Matt said teasing the teen a bit. "Here let me have a look," Bryan said. "It's okay, you can trust him not to hurt you," Matt said. "He was an army medic." "You were?" Frank said shocked. It was obvious that frank had a hard time believing that a gay man could have been in the armed forces. He was learning more than he ever wanted to know. Removing his had from his nose, Devyn leaned his head back and allowing Bryan to look at his nose. Bryan tenderly touched Devyn's nose. His fingers quickly becoming sticky with the teens blood. Frank gritted his teeth and let Matt and Bryan tend to his son's injury. He wanted to push the two queers away from his boy, but for now he would tolerate their help and their touching his kid. "I don't think it is broken," Bryan said as he took the wad of paper towels from Matt. "Just hold this on there and the bleeding should stop soon." Devyn took the towels and pressed them gently to his throbbing nose. He could not believe his dad had given him a bloody nose. Matt and Bryan stood up and each of them held onto Devyn as they helped the kid to his feet. They looked from Devyn to his father. Frank still looked like he could bite a nail in half. "Have you calmed down?" Matt asked. "I, Um, yes. I am fine," Frank answered. "I understand that you do not approve or understand anything about my sexual orientation," Matt said his eyes meting franks. His gaze was strong and defiant. "I think it is sick," frank said meeting Matt's gaze. "The things the two of you do are perverted." "Love cannot be perverted," Bryan said. "Whether you understand or not is beside the point," Matt said. "Attacking us is not setting a good example for your son." "I will not just stand by and let you two molest my boy," Frank said. "Dad they were not molesting me," Devyn said his voice sounding nasally as he still pressed the towels to his nose. "We were just talking. Matt and Bryan, they are, well they are cool guys. It doesn't matter to me that they are gay." "It matters to me," Frank said, "and it should matter to you. You cannot let their kind near you." "What do you think they are going to do?" Devyn asked. "Do you think they are going to rape me?" "They might," frank said glaring at Matt and Bryan. "Their kind like taking advantage of innocent young boys like you. They like trying to convert you to their perversion." Devyn wanted to tell his father that you could not be converted to being gay. He wanted to tell him that he was already gay. He wished he had the courage to just tell his Dad that he was just as big a queer as Bryan and Matt. "You can't go around trying to attack them like this. I am not a little kid. They did not force me into the truck. I just wanted to talk to Matt. That is all." "And just what was it you wanted to talk to this faggot about?" Frank Demanded. Bryan and Matt both tensed at Frank's tone and the derogatory word. They knew this man would never understand about being gay. They knew he would never get over his prejudice. "Um, I um, just wanted to um," Devyn stammered trying to think of a reason, "talk to him about stuff." "What stuff?" Frank persisted. Devyn felt his stomach doing a flip flop. He could not tell his Dad that he wanted to know about gay sex. He could not say that, for if he did, his Dad would know he was gay. If his dad knew that, he would hate him. "I um, well, um had a couple of questions to ask him," Devyn said. "Questions about what?" Frank persisted again. "He was asking me about being Gay," Matt said trying to help Devyn and stick to the truth. "It seems there is a kid at Devyn's school that is gay and he wanted to have a better understanding about being gay." Devyn's eyes conveyed his thanks to Matt without saying a word. He wanted to hug the man for coming to his rescue like he had. "It seems Devyn wants to be a better man by understanding what it is like being a faggot," Bryan said. Devyn could see the anger in Bryan's eyes and the controlled way he spoke seemed to make him very dangerous. The guy looked like he could attack Frank at any moment. A gentle touch from Matt and a quick squeeze on Bryan's shoulder seemed to relax him. It seemed that Matt knew just how to take care of his partner's tension. "Well, you don't need to understand about being one of them," Frank said. "You just need to stay away from the little fairy. Just have nothing to do with him and you won't have any problems." "Yeah, sure Dad," Devyn said not meeting his father's eyes. "Now go get into the truck," Frank ordered. "I'm going to go lock up the office and then take you home." Devyn moved slowly to the truck. He watched as his father disappeared inside the office. "Thanks Matt and Bryan." Devyn turned and faced the two. They looked concerned for him. "Are you going to be okay?" Matt asked. "Yeah, my nose has stopped bleeding," Devyn answered. "I wasn't talking about your nose," Matt said. "I, um, guess so." Devyn looked down and shrugged. He knew that his father was never going to understand him. "He is going to find out someday," Bryan said moving closer to Devyn. "No, I don't think I will ever tell him. It will just be a secret I will have to keep forever." "You shouldn't," Matt said. "That will not be easy," Bryan said. "These things have a way of coming out. I wish I could say that he would understand, but I am not sure he will." "I am never going to tell him. I will hide it for the rest of my life." Devyn sounded and felt certain that he would be able to hide his sexual orientation from Frank. "Devyn, that is hard to do. I mean especially since you want a relationship with Brent.," Matt pointed out. "I have no choice," Devyn said. "I, I will just have too." Devyn's voice trailed off as he didn't know what he would do. He was not sure how he was going to deal with his being gay. "There is time to decide to tell him and there is a way...I am just not sure that keeping it hidden is the best idea." Matt's voice was tinged with the worry he felt for his young friend. "He's young," Bryan said. "He has plenty of time to come to terms with it." "If you need anything Devyn, just give me a call." Matt handed Devyn one of his business cards. His name and his company numbers printed on the front. "My personal phone is on the back." "We both just want to help you. We know how hard it is to be a faggot," Bryan said. Devyn could hear the sarcasm in Bryan's voice. "Thanks guys," Devyn said. "I appreciate it a lot." Looking at the ground he added, "I, um, am sorry about everything. I mean with my, um, Dad. I don't have the money right now but I'll pay for the mirror and the dent." "No, you won't," Bryan said. "Don't worry about it Devyn," Matt said his voice gentle. "It wasn't your fault." "It kind of was," Devyn said. "If I hadn't been bugging you..." "You were not bugging me," Matt said interrupting Devyn. "Frank is responsible for his own actions." "He's not going to pay for your truck," Devyn said. "I don't give a shit about the truck," Matt said. "I care about you. I want you to be alright." "I'm fine," Devyn said. "It will be fine. "I hope so," Matt said. "Now you had better get that hot little ass of yours into the truck," Bryan said, "before your Dad gets back out here." Devyn blushed at Bryans words. "Is my Dad right. Do you two really want to take advantage of an innocent boy like me?" "I don't think you're as innocent as your Dad thinks," Bryan said smiling. "Neither do I," matt added with his eyes twinkling. "Thanks again," Devyn said moving to his father's truck. He climbed into the cab only moments before Frank came out of the office. Matt and Bryan had moved back to Matt's truck. They stood there watching Frank drive out of the lot. "You really care about that kid, don't you?" Bryan said to Matt looking into his partners eyes. "Yeah, I do," Matt said. He still didn't understand how or when Devyn had gotten under his skin but the kid had. "He is going through the same things both of us tackled in the past. You know how hard it is to be queer in a straight world. "Yeah, but he is strong," Bryan pointed out. "He will be okay." "I hope you are right," Matt said. "But I am worried about him. His dad has some unreasonable issue with gay men. I'm not sure he will be able to accept his son being gay. I'm not sure Devyn can keep that from his parents forever. You know as well as I do, it is something that you cannot hide." "They will work it out," Bryan said. "He's a smart kid." "He is," Matt agreed, "but I am still concerned." Bryan slid his arm around Matt's waist and pulled him close. Matt's arm slid around Bryan's shoulders and they held each other for a long moment as the truck disappeared around a corner. "Never go near him again," Frank said as they drove away from the site. "Um, Dad," Devyn began. "They are just guys." "NO, THEY AREN'T!" Frank shouted. "Stay away from them." "Dad they are people," Devyn said. "It shouldn't matter if they are gay or not." "It matters Devyn," Frank said. "You stay away from this messed up kid at school and you stay away from them." "alright," Devyn said and sighed. The silence stretched as Devyn looked out the window. He wanted his father to accept him for who he was but he was beginning to realize that it was not going to happen. He would never be able to be truly honest with his parents. "I, um, did get the inventory done," Devyn said trying to break the uncomfortable silence. "I, um, put everything in the crates. The, um clipboard is on top of the last crate." "Thanks," Frank muttered. "I appreciate the help but I think for now you won't be going to work with me. Maybe when we start a new job." The silence stretched on until they were nearing the neighborhood. "Devyn," Frank said. "Let's not tell your mother about the bloody nose." "Um sure Dad," Devyn said. "But I think she will see it on my coat." "Maybe it is rust from the tools," Frank offered. "Um, maybe," Devyn said skeptically. "I am sorry about that," Frank said. "I, um, went a little crazy." "I know dad," Devyn said as they were pulling into the driveway. "I just don't understand the big deal." "Let's not start that again," Frank said. "Right," Devyn said. Devyn was certain now that he would never be able to come out to his parents. He wondered if his Mom was as prejudice as Frank. "You definitely have a knack for this," Joe said pulling Devyn's mind back to the present. "Um, thanks," Devyn said looking up at the man standing next to him. The speed at which Devyn bonded with Joe reminded the teenager of how he had bonded with Brent. There was also the sexual interest that Devyn had in Joe. He could not stop himself from being attracted to the man. The guy was hot with those broad shoulders. That brown hair that had a reddish tent to it when he was in the sun and those warm bedroom blue eyes. Devyn tried to keep the sexual thoughts out of his mind but when Joe was close and looking so good, it was hard. Devyn found that he enjoyed working on the farm. He liked taking care of the livestock and helping Joe in the field. He watched as Joe drove the combine to harvest the wheat. Then Joe let him operate the huge machine. The days were flying by and Devyn was feeling better and better. He was regaining his strength and was dealing with the urges for the drugs. "Do you think you can drive the truck?" Joe asked Devyn one afternoon. "Um, I don't have my license yet," Devyn said. "You have done fine driving the tractor," Joe said. "The truck should be easier. I want to take the combine over and if you can follow in the truck, then I'll have an easy way back. "Um, sure," Devyn said. Joe gave Devyn a couple of lessons driving up and down the road before they headed out on the highway. "See you already have it," Joe said as Devyn was pulling back into the driveway. Joe's confidence and trust gave Devyn a warm feeling in his belly. "Thanks," he said. "Just take it slow," Joe said as he was sliding out of the truck. "Stay behind me and there won't be any problems." "Right," Devyn said. The going slow part was not a problem. The large farm equipment only went slow. Devyn listened to the radio as he followed Joe the few miles to the field. He saw a cop car behind him and he began to sweat. "Am I breaking my probation?" Devyn wondered. The cop continued to follow them as they turned onto an oiled road. Devyn stayed behind Joe and when Joe turned into the field, Devyn did as well. Devyn put the truck in park and then wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He thought the cop was passing them but then the car stopped. "Oh fuck," Devyn thought. He could feel his hand starting to shake. He did not know what he would do if they took him away from Joe. Joe had climbed down from the combine and was doing something to a belt. Devyn could see the cop in the mirror. He had gotten out of his car and was walking towards the truck. Devyn licked his lips. His mouth had gotten suddenly dry. He flashed back to the hotel room where he had been forced face down into the carpet and his hands pulled roughly behind his back. He could still feel the metal of the handcuffs. He unconsciously rubbed his wrists as the cop stopped. Devyn had already rolled down the window. "Did you know your hazards aren't on," the cop said. "My, um, what?" Devyn said his voice cracking. The cop studied Devyn's youthful face. The boy did not look old enough to drive. "How old are you kid?" the cop asked. "I, um, I," Devyn stammered. He did not know if he should say he was only 15 and did not have a license. "I'm going to need to see your license," the cop said. "You don't need to see his license," joe said. "The cop turned. "Don't try your Jedi mind tricks on me," he said. "Don't freak the kid out," Joe said. Joe could see that Devyn was afraid. "He's just screwing with you." "He doesn't have a license does he," the cop said. "Yu know half the farm kids around here drive without a license," Joe said. "Hell, you were driving when you were thirteen." "Now the law is the law," the cop said. "I'll have to take him in." "Lee," Joe barked. "Look at him." Lee turned and saw the fear on Devyn's face. "Shit," Lee said. "Relax kid. Aint nothing going to happen. If I even tried, I would probably get my ass kicked." "You would," Joe said. "Devyn, this is my friend Lee. He likes screwing with people. But he's mostly a good guy." "Your, um, friend," Devyn said. "Yeah," Joe said. "Although sometimes I'm not sure why." "Fuck you," Lee said. "I'm the one that makes you have fun." "Lee and I have been friends for a long time," Joe said. "You will probably be seeing a lot of him." "I am usually at Joe's place a lot," Lee said. "I help him farm when I'm not on duty." "He drinks a lot of my beer," Joe added. "Um, nice to meet you," Devyn said. Devyn was just beginning to relax. "Wow," Lee said his voice jovial. "This kid has manners. I'm not sure I know how to deal with that." "That's because you have none," Joe said. "Fuck you," Lee said. "I do have them. I just don't use them." Devyn sat and listened to the two talk. It was obvious that they were really good friends. Devyn shouldn't be surprised Joe was a very likable guy. He wondered if Joe and Lee might be more than just friends. He wondered if the two were lovers. Maybe Lee was the reason Joe was not interested in anything physical. Of course, if they were boyfriends, why hadn't Lee been out? "Well, I better get back to work," Lee said. "Yeah," Joe said. "Stop harassing innocent kids." "Use your hazards," Lee said to Devyn. "yes sir," Devyn said. "Drop the Sir stuff," Lee said. "you can just call me Master." "Or asshole," Joe said. "I'll see you later," Lee said. "Call me if you need a hand." "Will do," Joe said. Devyn watched the man walking towards the cop car parked on the side of the rode. Devyn was only now able to relax a bit. He watched the man striding confidently and how the tight uniform pants hugged the man's ass. Maybe he and Joe were friends with benefits? Joe walked around the truck and slid into the passenger's seat. "Um, you don't want to drive," Devyn said watching Lee getting into the car and pulling away. "You were doing fine," Joe said. "Lee is just giving you shit. He does that. Don't worry about him. He is a good guy. He's the guy you want in your corner." "I guess," Devyn said. "Um, is he, um, around a lot?" "Yeah," Joe said. "usually more when he and his girlfriend are fighting." "Oh," Devyn said as he drove back out onto the road. He guessed that answered the question about Lee and Joe being more than just friends. "He's been keeping his distance," joe said. "He was out while you were, um, sick. He thought it best if you got a chance to settle in before meeting a bunch of people." "I, um, appreciate that," Devyn said. "Does he, um, does he know everything?" "He will only know what you tell him," Joe said. "He knows that you got into trouble and Hannah and I are helping you out of it. That is all I have told him. If you want him to know more, you will have to tell him." "Thanks," Devyn said. He really did not want to be the talk of the small town. He was sure there would be enough of that without his whole story becoming public knowledge. "Keep in mind," Joe began, "Lee is not dumb. He might try and act like that but he isn't. He can add the numbers up and draw a conclusion. He's a good cop. He should probably be in a city and be a detective or something but he likes being a small-town cop." "If he figures it out," Devyn began and licked his lips again. His mouth was still dry. "Um, will it be a problem?" "Yu won't have any problems with Lee," Joe said. "At least not regarding your past. He's going to look at what he sees from you now and he isn't going to talk about what he knows or doesn't know." "You trust him then," Devyn said. "I trust him completely," Joe said. Devyn guessed if Joe did then he would just have to trust the cop as well. He still felt nervous about the guy. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just being followed. He was going to have to just take everything one day at a time. Copyright 2020 by Keith yates (keith.96@att.net all rights reserved. No copying, posting or reproduction is permitted without the author's written consent. Stay home and stay safe.