Fourteen year old Ryan Edgecomb has a story to tell you. It might ramble a little bit and his grammar is...different, but I believe it is a cute story so here we go as we collaborate on

Ryan and Jeremy
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The Day Of The Train

by CARL DICKSON

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This story is copyrighted, ©2006. It is therefore illegal to copy or use any part of this story without my writtenpermission.

     There he was. He was crying and begging his father to change his mind. The man had a stern look on his face as he looked down on the boy in disdain. "I will not have that kind of activity in my house. You will learn to work for what you have. You will learn responsibilities. This will help you to grow up. Maybe in a year or two you will be able to face the truth of what you have done and realize how wrong it was. Then, maybe, we can talk about your coming home."
     I hate that faggot. Okay, I'm the faggot, he's the father. The father of my life. My sweet innocent life. How would I survive without him. We did this to ourselves. There is no one to blame, I guess. No, I know, we are to blame but it hurts. Oh, it hurts so much to know that he won't be here. Be near. Be with me.
     I live with my brother. We are orphans. Our parents were killed in a plane crash. Mom was always looking at the funny side of life so at the airport she put her dollar in the vending machine and bought a million dollar accidental death insurance policy on dad and then one on herself. She made out one to pay to me and one to pay to my brother, Ricky.
     Ricky and I stood on the observation platform and watched our folks take off on their dream of a lifetime. Dad was salesman of the year and they were off to Chicago for an award. The plane never left the airport grounds. It was up a few feet, someone told me they were already at five hundred feet but it didn't look that high. Suddenly it just turned nose down and crashed into the ground in the biggest fireball in the world. No one survived.
     Ricky is twenty and had a place of his own but he moved back into our house to take care of me. He and his boyfriend. It was pretty well known where Ricky swung from. Usually it was Bobby Anderson's huge cock. I have watched these two go at it since I was eight years old. I know every inch of Bobby and how old he was when he got that next inch. He has the thickest eight incher I ever saw. But he is the bottom.
     Ricky had started coming by the house after I got home from school everyday. He needed his ass filled. He loves to be fucked but for some reason Bobby won't do it. Jeremy did him. Jeremy, how am I going to live without you, my love?

     The train was moving. I stared at the windows. There he was. He had seen me. I had to hide from his father so I wore my hoody with the hood up over my head. Jeremy knew it was me, I was the only one in town with a tie died hoody. We dressed up like clowns last Halloween. I took a white hooded sweat shirt and tie died it in rainbow colors. Bobby told me that it made me look gay. I pursed my lips at him and flipped my ass in his face. Until then he didn't know that I swung that way too.
     I thought about all of the times that I had watched Bobby and Ricky in their sexy moments. Bobby always took Ricky's spurting cock out of his mouth and rubbed it all over his face. He would have cum everywhere which Ricky was all to glad to lick off as he would bend over and suck face with Bobby while plowing his ass with his own huge cock. Yeah, Ricky and I got into the gene pool with the other two.
     At fourteen I was the smallest of the four of us. I was five foot on the mark but kind of skinny at ninety five pounds. Bobby always called me a ninety five pound weakling but he never hesitated to have me go up in him once he found out that this skinny little fucker had a seven inch cock.
     Ricky says it is wrong for he and me to do anything to each other. He is the big brother so I should just watch him and learn. I watch him. Now that we live together we get into some weird shit. When Jeremy comes over Ricky can not get his clothes off fast enough and get Bobby into their bed. He goes up in Bobby as Jeremy goes up in him. I fuck Bobby's mouth as I watch my big brother pump his eight and a half skinny inched cock into his lover. Yeah, Ricky has a skinny cock. It is only five and a half inches around. Hell, I had that much at thirteen. Dad was proud that I had grown so fast. He took me to the doctor for my highschool physical. He freaked out when the doctor had me pull my pants down. The doctor told dad that it was in the genes, not the jeans. I never saw him but as the doctor talked to my dad I guessed that he was a man of distinguishment himself.

     I just locked eyes on Jeremy. He is still crying. He is waving goodbye to me as the train gains speed. I watched until the train was completely out of view before I wiped my eyes and walked away. I hate Jeremy's dad. He had his thoughts. He found out, though it wasn't any kind of a secret, about Ricky. He assumed that I must be of the same persuasion. He watched Jeremy and me with a vengeance. He finally forbid Jeremy to come to my house. That was okay, he worked late and we had three hours after school everyday.
     Ricky was the one who suffered the most from the old man's decision. He wasn't getting plowed. I offered, in the name of brotherly love. He sat me down and gave me a long lecture on incest and the dangers involved. The only real danger that he could come up with was that the baby would have two sets of identical genes and would have the more dominant genes shaping his little body into some grotesque creature full of every disease our family had ever suffered from.
     I assured Ricky that I would take every precaution to see to it that he didn't get pregnant. Ricky looked at me like I was stupid and then he realized what he had been saying. By that time Bobby was home and they had a few things to get straightened out between them. I did latch on to Bobby's cock most of the time. I will tell you that Ricky fucked that boy so hard that Bobby could fill me with hot, sweet juice at least twice, every time.

     I unlocked my bicycle and started to ride home. I nearly ran into Jeremy's father as the ass hole backed out, right in front of me. I ducked my head and picked up my bike to book it on out of there.
     I guess the thing that really got Jeremy's dad to thinking of what we might be doing was my fault. We were at the funeral for my parents. It was a closed casket ceremony as the bodies were too badly burned. I hadn't even been able to look at them when Ricky and I went to the morgue that night. Somebody said that it was a wind sheer that literally blew the plane into the ground.
     Jeremy was sitting with me on the front row as the people got up and talked about my parents. I didn't listen. I had my head on Jeremy's shoulder. His dad was seated right behind us. When Jeremy turned to say something to me I kissed him, on the lips. His dad put his hands on our shoulders and cleared his throat as he moved us apart.
     He began to question Jeremy every night. He wanted to know if he had a girlfriend. What did he like most about girls. Did he prefer blondes or redheads. I am dark haired so he told his old man that he liked brunettes with short hair. He liked brown eyes and a tight butt that was curvy. His dad thought that he was on the right track but then one day he came home with a fever.
     He was so sick that a co-worker drove him home and he went straight to bed. He woke up in a heavy sweat and decided to take a shower. He pushed Jeremy's unlocked door open to say hi when his eyes had the scene of his lifetime etched into the back of his tiny little brain for the rest of his breathing days.
     We had each other's cock buried to the hairline in our jawline. We had our fists, yes our fists, all the way up each other's butts. He made some obnoxious statement that brought us both up at once. He just happened in at that critical moment so as we parted we rained our boi juices onto each other. I hurt myself and had to twist around for Jeremy to get his fist out of my ass. My fist was laying there with Jeremy's dad staring at it. First my hand then my cum covered face.
     He slapped Jeremy on the ass and made him bend over. Man, I could see all the way to Schenectady in there it was so wide open. I think that's a town in New York. We live in Arizona. So now I am alone. I can not call or talk to Jeremy so we had to use our money and get him a pre-paid phone. He only called me. His dad would freak if that thing rang where he could hear it. On the third day after we had been caught, Jeremy was on a train to Dallas where his grandmother would pick him up and drive him to her farm in the mountains of southern Oklahoma. Somewhere near a town called Ardmore, he said.
     I thought Friday was worst night of my life. I told Ricky and Bobby how we were caught that afternoon. They had to check out my ass. They couldn't believe that we had actually fisted each other. Jeremy is a little bigger than me. He is two weeks older than me after all. They checked my shorts to see if I had skid marks in them. They asked me how I held my shit with a hole that big. They kept this up for the next two nights as they tried to keep me laughing.
     Finally on the Saturday night that Jeremy left they couldn't make me laugh so they moved it up one level. Bobby fucked me. He was afraid to fuck anybody because at six and nearly a half inches around he was sure he would do permanent damage to someone. I had been taking Jeremy's fist and two inches of his wrist up my ass for three months. We learned how to reach in about an inch, at the very edge up each other's ass chute and squeeze the other's little nut. That brought about so much cum that we were weak for the longest time afterwards.
     Bobby wanted me to fist him but I said no. I would fist Ricky first. We had to get Ricky ready for the largest invasion of his life so Bobby entered him. Ricky was so happy that he cried. He dug his finger nails into Bobby's back and drew blood. He sucked the world's biggest hickey on Bobby's neck that I ever saw. They lay together as Bobby stayed with him for thirty minutes then I got up and went up in Bobby. That renewed him and he fucked another load into Ricky as I pumped his ass full of my little boi batter.
     The next thing I knew the sun was shining in my eyes through a partially opened curtain and my phone was ringing. Bobby and Ricky were wrapped up in a spoon with Bobby up tight against Ricky's back. There was a not so nice mess on Ricky's thighs. I reached for the phone and headed to the john.
     "You are about the most beautiful creature on this entire planet. You looked so cute with your hoodie up over your face. I wanted to jump off of the train and run back to you but when I looked at the ground we were going way to fast. The conductor made me go back to my seat. I couldn't get over to the door to wave back at you because he had his hand on my shoulder."

     It was a good thing that I was sitting on the toilet cause I shit. I screamed into the phone. Bobby and Ricky ran to the door to see what was wrong. The room smelled like shit, hehehe. They had to pee. I pointed at the shower then at the goo running down Ricky's legs. They giggled and got into the shower together. They didn't shut the curtain before they started to pee all over each other. Bobby was aiming at Ricky's legs as he hosed down some sort of glop thing that I don't even want to think about.
     Jeremy wanted to know what I was laughing at so hard. Between bouts of mirth I tried to describe what I was seeing. He was trying hard to understand me. He had something to tell me and he wanted me to shut up and listen. Well I tried to listen but if you have ever sat on the can, not a foot and an half away from your brother and his boyfriend making out in the shower you will know how hard it is to listen. But suddenly Jeremy said it where it stuck between my ears and registered on the gray matter in there.
     He wanted me to come to Oklahoma to live with him.

2
     Now that was a no brainer. I was on a plane to Oklahoma City within the hour. I'm a millionaire. I don't worry about the cost. I was going to be with Jeremy. I switched planes in Dallas at was on the final leg to life long happiness.
     Jeremy and the sweetest woman I ever met in my life were waiting for me as I ran off of the plane. The airline company gave me shit the whole way because I didn't have an escort set up. I told them that I had more money then they would ever see and I was paying my own way. I was going to see my lover and there was nothing on earth or in hell that could stop me.

     We sat in the back seat snogging away at each other as Jeremy's grandmother drove home. We stopped in a little town by the name of Paul's Valley for lunch. I wanted to get on home and have lunch in Jeremy's valley. His grandmother had a friend of her own there and wanted to visit a bit. Edith opened Jeremy's eyes to a whole new outlook on his family life.
     She was a, ...what? robust woman. Tall, maybe five ten, five eleven. She could easily tip the scales to about one seventy. F full bosom that stood our like a TV tray from her chest. I'm not kidding. She could put a plate and a cup of coffee on those things and eat lunch without a worry of them falling away. She sat beside Jeremy and kept playing her fingers through his hair and going on and on about how much Franny was going to freak when she got here.
     She and granny Sam, Jeremy's grandmother, were putting Jeremy's dad down at every turn. We were sitting there laughing our asses off as they told of one thing and then another that he had gotten into as a boy. What they didn't tell us and what we weren't prepared for came in the front door of the small town café.
     He, she, it, elifIknow. That's a cross between and elephant and a rhino in case you didn't know. This guy swished in. He blew kisses at some rednecks in the corner talking shit about fags ruining the country and causing God's wrath to come down on us. They blamed fags for everything from 9/11 to the fact that their wives weren't giving them any. Franny told them that they should get themselves a boy.
     He came on to our table. He was six two or more. His hair was super curly and piled up about six inches thick on top of his head. The sides of his head were shaved, baby smooth. He had the curly part bleached blonde so that it almost looked like a wig perched up there. He let me tug at it. It was his hair alright. He wore really tight fitting pants that cut off just above his ankles with low cut loafers that showed his foot almost to the beginning of his toes. His shirt was that pinkish color slick cloth that Jeremy said was silk. It was tied in a knot just over his belly button, showing off one hell of a ripped six pack. There were no buttons on the shirt so it gapped open showing a really smooth and very cut chest. His abs were ripped too. The guy's skin was smoother than mine or Jeremy's. But the kicker, for me at least. You ready? He wore makeup. He had on a pale pink lip gloss, eyeliner and red powder on his cheeks, not much, just enough that he had a kind of blush about him.. His eyes were spectacular. They were azure, you know a sky blue and I could see the clouds and birds flying by as I was lost in his beautiful stare.
     "Don't tell me, mum. Is that Jeremy? My gawd, he looks just like Justy. Mum he is every bit Justy." He reached out a hand, I saw the pink nail polish with sparkle in it, and pulled Jeremy up to his feet. He grabbed Jeremy's package as his mother and granny Sam admonished him about groping a minor in public. He shushed them as he smiled, "He is more of a man than Justy ever was, let me tell you."
     For the next hour Jeremy and I were filled with the best food or our lives. The most bestest deep dish fresh peach cobbler with premium vanilla ice cream on it. And stories of Justy Kincade that had the two of us rolling on the floor.
     Frank was Edith's only child. His father was long gone before the boy was born and she raised him by herself. He knew that he liked to look at naked men when he was about eight or nine. He had gone shopping in Oklahoma City with his mother when he was fifteen and he saw a pair of pure silk boxer shorts with no fly in them. He had to have them and that is what he has worn to this day. I was so glad to hear that. It really made my day.
     He had a reason for telling the story though. At the time the whole bunch of them still lived in a little town about forty miles south of where we were. A town named Ardmore. It was a little larger than Paul's valley but not so large that everybody in town couldn't hear you fart. He giggled in a high pitched lilt that got the women to laughing. It was kind of funny listening to him and watching him flip his wrists around. I kept watching to see if on one of his wrist flips maybe his hand would come off and fly across the room.
     Anyway just east of Ardmore is a little town by the name of Dickson, Oklahoma. It just so happens to be the birthplace of the father of my favorite author in Nifty, but we'll get to him and up in him a little later. The Kincade's had a large cattle ranch that stretched all the way down to the edge of the big state park at Lake Murray. Frank and Justy used to ride their horses down to the lake and skinny dip in the hidden coves along the large lakes shores. By eleven years old they were suck buddies to the first degree.
     Frank developed first. The boys had started being ass hole buddies by the time they were thirteen. These names, suck buddy and ass hole buddy, are Frank's names for him and Justy, not my made up names, okay? So Justy loved getting, what Frank called corn holed. Now all of this time the two women are sitting there listening to every word as were a few of the café patrons nearby. One old lady crinkled her nose and shook her head but laughed at some of the antics of the two boys. Frank told about places that they did it and how daring they tried to be. By the time they were sixteen they were old hands at boy sex and going at every minute that they were together.
     Justy had fallen in love with the silk boxers and had Frank buy him some. The two boys loved the feel of the slick cloth on their goods. They had eyeballs popping in the restroom though. Justy always wore Levi™ button front jeans. He had to undo his big cowboy belt with his junior rodeo champion rider belt buckle on it. He let his jeans fall open so he could pull the waist band of the silk drawers down under his balls. Most often his jeans would slide down his thighs to show his tight bubble butt encased in outlandish colored silk.
     That was the late eighties and certain freedoms were coming, into some parts of the country, but not in redneck America. Boys looked at Justin Kincade with a questioning type glance but this star of rodeo and football could not be anything but a man's man. And he was. He was Man Frank's man, but it was kind of a secret between them.
     Now something that perked my ears up was that in Oklahoma a fourteen year old farm boy could get a farm to market driver's license. I wanted one of those. Justin had one. Frank lived in town and the Sheriff wouldn't let him have one. That was okay. Justy could drive while Frank suckled his favorite joy stick.
     The old woman in the booth sat her coffee cup down with a very loud thud and stood up to leave. She gave our table a glare from the grave as she stalked out of the café. Her husband paid the bill and went out after her.
     "'s matter honey. Never polished your man's knob with that fat tongue?" Franny chided after her.
     No one really caught on to the two boys. They seemed to be in a world of their own. It came time for their prom. Girls were few in their school. At least the ones that didn't look like the south facing end of a north bound cow. That put me on the floor again with Jeremy rolling on top of me in his hysterics. The floor area around our chairs was the shiniest, brightly polished part of the entire café floor.
     The two boys decided to go stag and just enjoy the evening. Justin arrived and didn't see Frank around so he headed up to the door. Just as he opened the door and the principal greeted him Frank jumped out of nowhere. He was dressed pretty much as he was at our lunch meeting except that he had on high heels. His hair wasn't long enough to fix on top of his head so he shaved the sides and had his mother fix one of her hairpieces into his real hair.
     The principal stood with his mouth open as Justin tried to run inside the gym with Frank hanging onto his arm. Frank convinced Justin to stay and have fun. This was the last big fling of their highschool years. A few more weeks and it would all be over. They would have to go out and work for a living. Amid the hoots and scowls, and yes a threat or two, the two boys danced together. Frank had to admit that they danced closer than Justin was comfortable with. He always worried about what other people thought, not about what he wanted to do.
     When Justin got home that night his father called him out to the barn There were two other men there. Justin was shown pictures of him and the aberration. They were dancing very close and many of the pictures showed the two of them kissing. One picture especially showed their tongues in each other's open mouths and one showed both boys erect and Justin groped Frank in another.
     The two men with Justin's dad grabbed him and pulled him to an upright timber. They tied his hands to a hog ring seven feet above the floor then stripped him naked. Justin's dad was known around the state as a bull whip champion. He always bragged that he could skin a cat on the run and the cat wouldn't even know it till it got cold.
     Justin will remember the snap of that tiny strip of leather on the end of that whip for the rest of his life. His dad snapped that thing around the boy's naked frame for over two hours. Jeremy has seen six to eight inch scars on his father's back all of his life but he learned at a very young age that he didn't need to ask about them.
     Justin hung there until dawn. The sky was barely gray when his father rose up off of the bales of hay where he had slept all night. He had a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He took a big drink and walked behind Justin and poured it over the boys flayed back. He took out his knife and cut the boy's bonds letting him fall to the ground in agony. Justin picked himself up and ran to the house. He grabbed his clothes. Still naked threw everything he owned into the back of his truck and drove away. Never to return.

     Mr. Kincade walked into the house to be verbally beaten by granny Sam. He told her that he had wronged their son. He beat him over something that he himself might have done in his day. The other two men being there made it hard for him to stop and think what he was doing. They didn't do anything but stand and watch but their presence had been enough.
     He picked up the phone and called his best friend the sheriff. He told him in detail what he had done. Granny Sam heard him say that it was no more then the two of them had done when they were boys.
     Next he called the preacher at their church and told him in gory, blow by blow, how he had abused his son and he asked forgiveness for his sins. The pastor told him that he was on his way out to their place. Mr. Kincade got up and walked out to the barn. He told Sam where he would be. When the pastor arrived they found the man hanging from the beam above the timber post where he had beaten his son the night before.