Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2019 10:29:21 -0700
From: Backwoods Boy . <backwoodsnatureboy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ranch Boy Next Door - Part 13

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I crawled into bed beside a happily-grinning Jason.  I could hear the TV
upstairs.  Knowing I was going to screw Jason in my own bed with my parents
in the house turned me on.  I ran my hands over his smooth naked body and
through his coarse black hair.

"Yer so fuckin' hot, Jace.  You'd give a dead man a stiffie."

Jason giggled quietly.  "Yer funny!  I'm glad Rusty talked my dad into
lettin' me do this."

"Rusty could sell a refrigerator to an Eskimo.  Nobody can say 'no' to
him.  What would yer dad think if he knew how we were really spendin' the
night?"

"He'd probably shit a brick, but I don't care.  I'm havin' fun."  He
squirmed as my greased finger worked its way inside and rubbed his prostate.

"Like that?"

"Oh, yeah!"

I stroked his boner.  He was leaking boy juice.  Added to what was leaking
from my boner, I wouldn't need any more lube.

Rolling over on top of him, I grinned down into his eyes, nearly invisible
in the darkness.

"I bet ya never guessed when ya got up this mornin' that you'd be fuckin'
in a strange bed tonight."

"I bet yer right, but I bet I'm happy I'm doin' it.  This has been the best
day of my life.  I know all four of you guys are gonna be great friends."

I ran my fingers through his hair again.  "I'm glad ya feel that way.  We
all like you a lot.  Yer gonna be like a little bro to all of us."

He grinned.  "I like that."

I pressed my boner against the entrance.  Jason gasped with surprise and
winced with pain as I penetrated him.

I paused.  "I don't wanna hurt ya, Jace."

"It's okay.  Yer just a little bigger than the others."

I smiled to myself.  He was the only guy who was qualified to make that
judgement.  I was pleased he thought I was bigger than the twins.

He seemed apprehensive.  "Are ya sure yer okay, little bro?"

"Uh, huh.  It was like this with the others too.  I'll be fine once ya get
goin'."

I grinned at him.  "Yer pretty experienced for a kid who's only been
fuckin' for eight hours or so.  By my count, you've taken three loads
already today."

He grinned back.  "I hope by mornin' it's at least twice that."

"I think I'll stop with one like the rest.  Too much yer first day, and yer
gonna be in a lot of pain."

Jason protested.  "That's not enough!"

"Okay, after you've fucked me four or five times, we'll see how ya feel
about me doin' you again."

"I bet I can fuck ya at least ten times tonight."

"What do ya want if ya win yer bet?"

"I wanna wear yer thong at the swimmin' hole next weekend."

I grinned.  "Yer on."

I slowly began to slide in and out.  My pole fit snugly inside him, and it
felt so good.  He gripped my forearms tightly and squirmed with excitement.

"I love this part when yer just startin'.  It feels so awesome inside me,
especially yers 'cuz it's bigger."

I grinned.  Jason was innocently giving me an ego trip for sure.

I'd seen him kissing Austin, so I took the initiative.  I'd barely touched
his lips before he grabbed my head and pulled it in close, teasing my
tongue with his own.

I pulled my head up.  "I don't know how Austin and Andy kiss, but I think
you've been kissin' with Rusty."

He grinned.  "Yeah, I like how Rusty kissed me.  The others are okay too,
but Rusty is better.  Austin bit my lip, and Andy doesn't like the tongue
tag."

"Ya better be careful about makin' too many comparisons.  Ya might make
someone unhappy."

"I'm just an honest guy.  But I'm so good-natured about it nobody gets
upset very often."

Jason relaxed as I continued to explore inside him.  Like a lot of things,
one can be nervous about starting, but more comfortable after doing it for
a while.  I slowly worked my way to my climax.  I didn't want to push him
too hard.  We had all night, and the more important thing was to give him
as many chances inside me as he wanted.  I rode the edge for a minute or so
and then shot my load inside.

I came hard.  I hadn't really tried to be so explosive.  Maybe it was the
excitement of doing it at home for the first time, or maybe because Jason
was so sexy, or both, but I blasted him over and over with unexpected
force.  Dropping on top of him, I buried my head in his chest.

"Jesus Christ, Jace.  I don't know how ya did that, but it was fantastic."

I leaned up on my elbows and looked down at him.  A happy grin lit up his
face.

"That was awesome the way ya came.  I could feel yer boner pulsin' in my
hole.  Yer havin' more fun than the others did."

"Thanks bro.  If it's like that every time, ya won't be able to keep me out
of ya."

I pulled out and rolled over on my side.  "Yer turn now."

"Are ya gonna teach me what to do?"

"Nope.  You've had four demonstrations from four guys now.  Just do what ya
think will work, and if it doesn't, try somethin' else.  Sex is all about
experimentin', so experiment on me.  The lube's beside ya on the
nightstand."

Jason knelt between my legs and greased his boner.  Leaning over, he
balanced himself with a hand in the middle of my chest while he carefully
positioned himself for action.  Pressing gently, he pushed inside.  He
gasped with surprise.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good.  It's so much better than jackin' off.  And it
was easy to get inside."

I grinned up at him.  "It's all easy.  Bottom's easy too, once ya have
experience, and yer already doin' real good.  Now that yer inside, just do
what ya wanna do and have fun."

Jason tentatively slid in and out a couple times.  Then he did it faster.
Then he jammed it all the way in.

"Hey!"

He was concerned.  "I didn't hurt ya, did I?"

Now I was laughing.  "No, it just surprised me.  Keep on with what yer
doin'."

Slowly, he developed a steady rhythm, eyes closed in bliss, a smile on his
face.  Then his breathing grew faster.  I knew he was going to cum soon,
and he wouldn't be able to control it.

"Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, shit, I'm gonna cum, Toby!"

"Go for it, little bro."

Driving in hard over and over, he silently shot his load into me, finally
holding his position deep inside as the last drops spewed out.  For a long
time he leaned over me on his elbows, head down.  His whole body
trembling.  Then he slowly sank down on top of me, his head on my chest.

It was barely a whisper.  "I did it.  I really did it."

"Are ya surprised?"

"Yeah, I am.  I always thought I'd go soft and not be able to finish, or
somethin', and I'd be laughed at forever."

"Well, ya don't gotta worry about that anymore.  Now, how about takin' a
break for a few minutes.  As soon as yer hard, you can do it again."

After Jason had topped me four times, he insisted I screw him again, so I
did.  I came just as hard as the first time, and I liked it.  Jason could
easily become a habit.

By the time he fell asleep in my arms in the early morning hours, Jason had
fucked me five or six times.  He wanted me to top him again, but I wouldn't
do it.  Five times in one day was enough for a kid who'd never done it
before.

************

I woke up at six-thirty.  It took me a moment to remember why that
dark-haired kid was in bed with me.  I was covered with cum and lube.
Jumping out of bed, I opened the window to air out the room and headed for
the shower.  When I came back, Jason was sitting up grinning at me.

"Can we fuck some more?"

"We gotta get up and get ya ready for when Rusty comes in a half hour.  If
ya wanna fuck some more, I bet he'll be glad to do it with ya.  Ya probably
oughta take a shower now."

I pulled the sheets off the bed, piled them on the floor, and dressed for
work.  As soon as my parents left just before seven o'clock, I put the
sheets in the washer.  By the time Rusty came at seven, Jason was ready to
go.

I gave Jason a hug and a quick kiss.  "Sorry to be in a such a hurry, Jace,
but I gotta go to work.  I hope you can stay over again soon."

Jason grinned at me.  "It's okay.  I understand bein' in a hurry.  And I
hope I can stay again very soon."

After a quick hug and a lingering kiss for Rusty, I waved goodbye and
finished washing and drying the sheets, putting them back on the bed just
before eight o'clock.  I rolled my four-wheeler out of the garage and drove
on the highway the half-mile to Gramps' place.  I'd never seen a cop out
there, and the ranch roads would have taken at least twice as much time.

I knocked on the kitchen door, and Grams invited me in with a smile and a
kiss.  Breakfast was ready, and I didn't require a second invitation to dig
in.  While we ate, Grams outlined the plan for the day.

"We're going to take the tractor and trailer to the alfalfa field.  We can
use it to pick up the last line.  All the other irrigation pipes need to be
carried out to the side of the field and piled next to the dirt road.  That
will take you most of the morning.  You can finish tomorrow, because
carrying all that pipe will be too much for one day."

"Later in the day, we need to gently herd a few cattle back into the
pasture they belong in.  We'll use four-wheelers for that.  You can use
your own if you want to, but I've got one for you if you want to use it.
If we have more time in the afternoon, there are some things that need to
be moved in the barn, and we need to plow up part of the garden."

I wiped my face with my napkin and drank the last of my coffee.  "I'm ready
to go when you are."

We quickly cleared the table and went outside.  Grams drove the tractor and
trailer while I rode my four-wheeler to the field.

It was a long day of hard work.  We took a half hour for lunch, and then
rode four-wheelers out to the furthest pasture.  Grams taught me how to do
teamwork using two ATVs to encourage the cattle to go in the direction we
wanted them to go.  I cringed as smelly cow pies splattered against my new
four-wheeler, but it had been bought to be used.  Then we went back to the
house for a snack before attacking the organization task in the barn.  We
never got around to doing anything with the garden.

After dinner, I talked with Grams for a few minutes and then headed for the
bunkhouse.  It seemed strange to be back there, and even more strange
because Logan wasn't there.  I headed straight for the shower and then went
into my bedroom - the one I'd never used because I was always in Logan's
bed - and crashed for an hour.

************

When I got up, I rode the four-wheeler to my parents' place, by way of the
ranch road this time.  I gathered some clean clothes and personal items,
made sure there was no evidence remaining of having fucked in my bedroom
all night, and returned to the bunkhouse.  This time when I went in the
door, I looked over to the kitchen area.  Logan's laptop was open on the
kitchen table, and there were two notes and several flash drives beside it.


I picked up the notes and read them:

The first note said:  "Toby,  I won't be back for a while.  I have some
unfinished business that needs to be done, and I'm trusting you to do the
right thing.  Look at the two files on the computer itself.  Those files
and several more are on the flash drives.  Give the flash drives to the
right person.  You'll know what to do.  Logan"

And the second:  "Toby, I really love you, and I'm sad things are turning
out this way, but it has to be done.  I will have good memories of our time
together, especially our Saturday lunch in the upper meadow.  As we left, I
looked at your face, and I knew it had been as important to you as it was
to me.  But Rusty is right for you.  He puts a smile on your face.  I wish
I did.  Take good care of him, and keep him safe.  Logan"

There were two folders on the computer desktop and no other files on the
computer.  One folder was labeled "Watch Me First".  It contained a video
file named "Nate".

The video began with a kid about thirteen sitting naked on the end of
Logan's bed, looking towards the door.  Cory came into view, also naked,
lubricating his boner.

"I thought Logan was gonna be here."

"He had to go round up some cows, so he's gonna let me fuck ya instead."

"But yer not my boyfriend.  Logan is."

"Well, sometimes boyfriends change without notice.  Yer my boyfriend
tonight."

Cory pushed Nate back roughly, flipped him onto his stomach, and drug him
up onto the bed.  Nate tried to get up, but Cory straddled his legs and
pinned him down with one hand on the back of his neck.

"We can either do this the easy way or the hard way, Nate.  Which way is it
gonna be?"

Nate didn't answer, but he stopped resisting.  Cory leaned over and roughly
penetrated Nate, who screamed with pain.

"Yer hurtin' me, Cory.  Ya don't gotta be so rough."

"I like it rough, kid.  It turns me on.  That's the way it's gonna be."

Cory began pounding Nate hard.  Nate continued to howl with pain, but Cory
ignored him.  It didn't take long for Cory to cum.  That was all he was
after.  He pulled out and stood up.  Nate was crying.

"Yer gonna meet me tomorrow behind the rodeo arena at the fairgrounds if ya
know what's good for ya.  If yer not there, I'll come lookin' for ya.  If
ya say a word to anybody, I'll explain how well ya like takin' it in the
ass.  That oughta go over real good with yer parents."

The video ended abruptly.

I sat in shock for a couple minutes.  Then I pulled myself together, and
looked again at Logan's notes.  There was something I needed to do for
him.  I opened the other folder labeled "Watch Me Second".  The video file
was called "Insurance".  I started the video and watched a scene unfold
like I never would have imagined.

Cory was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Logan was standing in
front of him.

Cory spoke.  "I need a new fuck toy.  Ya haven't been deliverin' very well
lately."

"Maybe ya oughta find yer own for a change."

"Don't get smart with me or I'll make ya regret it.  It's up to you to find
them and break them in for me.  Jared was a real disappointment.  Ya barely
got him fuckin' and he left."

"I can't help it if a sixteen-year-old ranch hand finds a better job."

"Well, ya oughta stick to younger ones.  They're easier to control.  I
thought we had somethin' goin' with Toby.  He was real hot to trot when I
watched ya fuck him the first time, but he turned out to be a stuck up city
slicker who didn't wanna play the game.  He was the best fuck I ever had,
but I only got to do it once at the poker game.  Dad would have loved to
get inside him."

"He's not stuck up.  He was just smart enough to figure out things weren't
what they seemed.  We introduced him to the poker game too early."

"Yeah, the poker game was a good idea on yer part, I admit, even if it's
only produced Aiden and Mikey so far.  And gettin' Austin and Andy to play
was brilliant.  Those two fools are part of the recruitment, and they don't
even know it.  Those young kids are suckers for gettin' fucked by twins.
It's a good way to reel them in.  But if the city dude is too smart, ya
gotta find another local kid."

"We've fucked all the local kids that are available.  The rest have cued in
on my short turn-around time.  'Logan's new boyfriend' has become a catch
phrase.  Yer lucky nobody's figured out yer the one I pass them off to so
you can play with them until they're worn out, unless ya pass them on to
yer dad, of course."

"If we're out of local kids, go for some younger ones.  Eleven, ten,
they're still fuckable.  Speakin' of Dad, he's gettin' pretty horny for new
meat.  If ya don't find someone else soon, yer gonna have to let him fuck
you again."

Logan looked disgusted.  "That's too young.  And I've taken enough of yer
father's cum in the last five years.  He'll have to drop back to fuckin'
you since you were his first anyway."

Cory stood up and buried his left fist in Logan's stomach, and then
finished up with a right to the jaw.  Flat on his back, Logan looked up in
shock as Cory stood over him, fists still clenched.

"Find me another fuck toy soon, or I'll turn a few old videos over to yer
grandfather.  We both know how that would go.  Why don't ya try for Rusty?
Toby already screwed him, but I bet yer charm would work on him anyway."

Logan sat up rubbing his jaw.  "I thought ya loved me.  You've turned into
a monster.  What happened to us?"

"What happened is that ya stopped providin' me with boy toys.  Now, go find
another one."

Cory walked out.  Tears filled Logan's eyes as he walked over and shut off
the camera.

I now knew who Logan had meant when he told me he wasn't the person I
needed to be concerned about.  Chills ran down my spine as I thought about
Cory watching Logan fuck me and what Cory and his dad had done to other
kids.

Logan had given me sensitive confidential information and expected me to
direct it to the right person.  Why hadn't he done that himself?  Was it
timing?  Didn't he know what to do?  Who was the right person?  And why two
notes?

Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I locked the outside door and checked the
windows.  Then I sat down to think some more.  There were two notes because
one was personal and one was not.  I folded the personal one and put it in
my pocket.  Now what did I have?  I had evidence of a crime or crimes, and
a note instructing me to deliver the evidence to the right person.  The
note was evidence too.  It seemed silly, but I got a quart freezer bag, put
the note and the flash drives inside, sealed the bag with duct tape, and
wrote my name and the date and time I'd found the items.  Okay, that was a
start.  This needed to be taken to the authorities.  But why hadn't Logan
done that?

I thought back to the auction.  Cory was walking with a man I assumed to be
his father.  I focused hard on what I'd seen, trying to remember the
details.  Suddenly I knew the answer.

I ran over to the main house and knocked on the back door.

Grams was surprised to see me.  "Hi Toby, what can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry to bother ya, Grams, but what does Cory's father do for a
living?"

"Why, he's the chief deputy sheriff.  I guess you wouldn't know that, being
new here."

"Thanks, Grams.  It may sound like a silly question, but I needed to know.
I'll see ya in the mornin'."

Back in the bunkhouse, I sat down for a minute to think.  The "insurance"
file was very important, and I wanted to make sure a copy was preserved at
all costs.  I found a new flash drive in Logan's room and copied the file
onto it.  Then I shut down the computer and put my makeshift "evidence bag"
and the file I'd copied into my travel bag along with my personal
belongings.  Walking out the door, I locked it and closed it behind me.

I drove my four-wheeler home on the private roads.  Entering the basement,
I dropped my bag on the bed, pulled out my "evidence bag", and went
upstairs where my parents were watching TV.  They were surprised to see
me.  Dad started to say something, but I interrupted him.

"Dad, I gotta speak to you alone in your office.  It can't wait."

In the office, I closed the door, put my "evidence bag" on the desk, and
told him everything I could about my interactions with Logan since the
blowup.  I told him everything I knew about the contents of the "evidence
bag".  I showed him the personal note Logan had left.

Dad picked up the phone and dialed 911.  "This is Don Collins, legal
assistant to the Governor of Idaho.  I need to speak to the sheriff
immediately....No, the sheriff....Then make him available."

In a minute the conversation continued.  "Sheriff, you probably were told,
but this is Don Collins, legal assistant to the Governor of Idaho.  Are we
on a secure line?... Good.  I have evidence in my possession, at my home,
of multiple child abuse crimes in your jurisdiction involving one of your
officers...Thanks, you know where I live?... We'll be expecting you."

Dad hung up the phone.  "While we wait, tell me everything else you can
think of, even if you don't believe it to be important."


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