Soon his brothers had given Leo the nickname "the King" which, as I already explained, means "gold" in Chinese, and was his previous family name. They gave him this nickname because they felt that his acquisition was really "gold" and even more precious than gold, to them.
In fact Leo, inexperienced, sweet, smiling Leo; made the others discover a new dimension in their love making. They all felt enriched, felt they had taken a real and true step forward in their relationships, thanks to Leo's presence. And even if they all shared the pleasure of uniting with each other, at once something special was established between Mel and Leo, as it already had between Red and Peter. All five merged more and more among themselves, understood each other's slightest gesture, hasty glance. Thanks to the fact that they fully shared their thoughts, their emotions, their desires, their affection and, not last but not least, their bodies.
While each one remained himself, with his own character and personality; they were resembling each other more and more. Often people were astounded because of their physical and racial differences -- two white Anglo-Saxons, a mestizo, a mulatto and a half Chinese.
But the young men smiled and explained: "Dad Baxter was an incorrigible philanderer... he scattered his sons over all the territories. Who knows even how many brothers we have around, just here in Arizona?"
That idea was credible... and was believed.
After other well know adventures like the freeing of Senator Jenkin's daughter from the hands of a maniac, or the seizure of smuggled weapons illegally traded near Yuma, or the capture of an escapee from the Yuma prison. One day, they were summoned by Tucson's authorities, as you certainly know, and hired to rid them of a gang of outlaws that was infesting the town and surrounding areas, attacking, plundering and killing.
In spite they of their young age (Mel, the oldest was just twenty-four years old, and Peter the youngest was only nineteen), the fame of the Baxter brothers was already great and widespread.
For the first time they didn't sleep in a hotel, as Tucson's mayor wanted to entertain them in a wing of his large house. They started to explore the town's surroundings, observing, interviewing people on the ranches. After a couple of weeks of investigations and a gunfight with a part of the bandits, where they killed seven of them; the five brothers got a rather precise picture of where their den might be. So they organized themselves and, one night, they left Tucson hoping to catch the outlaws asleep.
Leaving their horses at a safe distance, they entered the forest, silently climbing the slope from rock to rock, stealthily slipping from bush to bush, until they saw the glow of their campfire and started to hear the outlaws' voices. It seemed like if they were enjoying themselves -- laughter, noise, loud shouts. They were amusing themselves and they felt safe.
Leo saw the shadow of an outlaw on watch, against the faint light. He made a sign to Rufus, pointing at him. Rufus threw his knives and the man fell to the ground without a scream. Rufus approached him, confirmed he was dead, retrieved and cleaned his knives and make a sign to the other that the way was clear. Now they could start to see flickering of the flames of the bonfire and also distinguish some of the words shouted by the outlaws. They run into a second sentry, but he too was silently knocked down.
Approaching close enough, they squatted to carefully study the situation -- how many men were there, where they were, with what tactic to overtake them. On one side of the bonfire, seven were sitting almost in a row on the trunk of a fallen tree. They were eating and drinking. Two were crouching near the bonfire and were roasting something. Almost in front, three men were sitting on a low wide stone, they too eating and drinking. Then two more were lying on the ground, almost as if they were already sleeping.
"Hey, Sem, why don't ya tell us how ya caught the two love birds?"
"Yeah, so later we can amuse ourselves a while with 'em -- at last fresh, tender meat!"
"Bah, you amuse yourselves with 'em! I always prefer a woman!"
"We too, Blake, we too! What do you take us fer? But an ass is an ass, right?"
"Sure. 'cause it is almost eight days since we raped the daughters of that farmer! An ass ain't male or female, Blake..."
The five brothers looked at each other without understanding who they were talking about, but then Peter pointed at the two who seemed to be asleep, with a silent question. But from where they were, they couldn't see too well, they were just two shapes on the ground, clearly people, but they couldn't distinguish anything more.
"Hey, Brian, 'stead of having Sem tell us, why don't we have 'em show us what they were doing? At least tonight we'd get a free show!"
"Good idea. Later, we'll fuck 'em. Bring 'em here, in front of the fire. And you, Sem, watch they do exactly what they were doing when you caught 'em."
The three sitting on the stone, who were next to the two lying on the ground, bodily grabbed them and brought them between the others and the campfire. The five brothers now could see they were two youngster 'round twenty years old, hog tied.
"First put them nooses 'round their necks, then untie 'em. Hey, Sem, how were they when you caught 'em?"
"Naked as the day they's born!"
"Good, love birds, get stark naked, then!"
One of the two young prisoners said: "No. If you want to rape us, do it, we can't resist. If you're goin' kill us, do it. But we won't undress and won't do nothin'."
"Hear, hear the cockerel!" one of the outlaws laughed.
"But what cockerel! He is a capon, don't you know?"
"And to think that when I nabbed them they were exchanging little honey words -- 'I love you, I love you'..." the one called Sem said sneering.
One of the outlaws stood up and approached the two boys with his knife in his hand. Approaching them, he started to cut away their jackets.
"It will be better if you obey. Or before you die, I'll first cut off your clothes, then I will flay you, I'll skin you little by little... Yes, sure, first we'll fuck you; then we'll kill you. But you have a choice between a rather fast death or a slow one, very slow, oh, so slow... and painful. So then, love birds, will you give a show for us, or not?"
Then the other of the two prisoners said: "Listen Jeff, anyway we will have to die. I want to make love with you one last time. What damn do you give about these pigs?"
"I'm sorry I drag you in this situation, Marc. I love you. I too would have liked making love with you once again, but I don't want to soil our love in front of these pigs. I prefer a thousand times to be tortured..."
"Hey, hey, hear! The two love birds started to coo! Why don't you kiss?"
The outlaws burst in laughter and started to scan in chorus, beating the time with their hands: "A kiss, a kiss, a kiss..."
"I love you, Jeff... I love you."
"Me too, love you."
"Hey, Marc, made him see how much you love him! Pull out his dick! Or would you rather for me to do it?" an outlaw said approaching Jeff.
"Don't touch him! Don't dare touch him!" Marc shout and tried to throw himself against the outlaw, but the man holding his noose gave a tug and Marc fell on the ground bringing his hands to his neck. Jeff crouched near him and embraced him, ignoring the others, and lightly kissed him on his lips, caressing his hair.
The outlaws yelled abusively and laughed amused. The outlaw who cut off the jackets from the boys, returned his knife to its sheath and started to unbutton his trousers, laughing. The others instigated him with shouts of "Bravo!" and "Make 'em suck it!" and "No, split open their asses!"
Rufus, squatted in the darkness with his four brothers, took his knives and looked at Mel. He drew his pistols and looked at the others. When he saw that everybody was ready, he made a nod towards Rufus. The man threw all his knives in rapid sequence. When the first knife stuck in the heart of the man who was opening his trousers, the other four brothers started their attack. Only three of the outlaws had time to draw their pistols, and only one of them was able to fire a shot which missed its target. In less than a minute all the outlaws were lying on the ground, dead. Six more ran to the campsite, those who were on sentry around the camp, but one after the other they were eliminated without any problems.
Then the five brothers approached the bonfire. Jeff and Marc, almost if they heard nothing, were aware of nothing, were still half lying on the ground, embraced, and were caressing and kissing each other.
Mel, drawing nearer to the two boys and putting back his pistols, said: "Everything is over, boys. You're safe."
Marc lifted his eyes, drew a weak smile and asked: "Who are you? The avenging angels?"
"We are the Baxter brothers. And who are you?"
"I'm Marc Travis, and he is Jeff Palance."
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Then, do you feel like going back with us to Tucson? You can use two of the outlaws' horses..."
"They have also our horses and our luggage. We will take back what is ours."
"Where were you going?"
"Nowhere. We're running away from Texas, we hoped to find a job. We'll settle somewhere and manage a living."
"Running? What were you running away from?"
"Those are not things that..." Marc started to say aloof.
But Jeff put his finger on his lips and answered with a smile: "They rescued us. And anyway they must have overheard, seen and understood, so... We are running away from Texas because we're lovers. My father is Allan Palance, one of the richest landowner in Dallas. Marc is the son of Bob Travis, one of the richest herders in Dallas. Our families have been enemies for the last three generations, and at war for boundaries and water rights. But we two met by chance, when we were fifteen. We both discovered we are... different... and we fell in love. It was becoming more and more difficult, and dangerous to meet. And we didn't want to be involved in the absurd feuds of our families, and have to kill each other's brothers, relatives, friends... So, we decided to run away together. To try to live our life, our love, in peace."
"I see. You did the right thing. What are you able to do, to earn a living?"
"We can read and write, and reckon... we are good with our pistols... He knows how to raise animals and I know how to farm... But we want to find the same job, so this last doesn't matter. We don't know much more, I'm afraid."
Mel looked at the others, rather quickly, but got the answer he was asking: "We work using our weapons -- we were here in the employ of Tucson's citizens to rid them of this outlaw gang. You can work with us..."
"Are you killers?" Jeff asked.
"No, we kill only if strictly needed."
"Bounty hunters?"
"Neither. We mainly do armed escorts."
"And... you'll take us with you, even knowing that we are... lovers? Many would be bothered by that, would condemn us..."
The five brothers laughed: "If we confide a secret to you, will you swear to keep it?" Rufus asked.
"Yes... sure... we swear." the two youths said, somewhat puzzled.
"Everybody believes we are brothers. But in reality we are five lovers. The only difference from you is that we are not a couple, but a... set of five!"
"Are you joking? But then, why you pass yourselves as brothers?"
"Because we really feel like brothers, and this way it is a lot easier to justify our living together, sleeping together, and when some gesture of tenderness slips out at times... It is a very useful and effective cover. Even if you don't join us, I suggest that you sway you're brothers -- you will have lot less problems."
"Twins, in that case, as we are exactly the same age -- we were born at just eleven days apart!" Jeff said smiling.
"But if we join you... we will have to make love all seven of us together? That is, with any of you?" Marc asked hesitantly.
"We do so, but nobody will force you. If you two want to remain a couple, to us is all right." Mel answered and everybody nodded in assent.
Leo added: "You don't need to decide now. Let's go back to Tucson. There you will get back to you feet again, rest, consider our offer and decide what to do. Meanwhile, you will be our guests. We will give you a room for you two alone -- you surely need to make love in peace, after so many emotions."
"Thank you, you are very kind. We accept your hospitality, for the moment." Jeff said.
They went back to Tucson taking with them the outlaws' horses loaded with their belongings and corpses. They reached town at dawn. Soon the city was awake. They handed over to the sheriff the horses with their load and went to the Mayor's house to rest.
Mel said to the two youths: "Well, you'll sleep here. I'll ask to bring you a tub, so you can wash and then lie down a while. Later, something to eat, then you will have a good sleep."
"Thank you, you really are kind." Jeff said, "But you will be crowded, five in just three beds..."
"On the contrary, we will feel better. After all, you too will use only one bed, isn't that true?" Rufus merrily answered.
Marc smiled and nodded, then said: "It is great for us to be able to make love without hiding, without feeling ashamed. To have friends who understand and share the same feelings. Thank you for this also..."
They parted. When they were in their rooms, Peter said, with his usual mischievous air: "I would have liked to stop in their room to help them wash... You know how skilled I am, right?"
"They will do it very nicely between themselves, for sure. They certainly don't need you, kid!" Rufus said.
"Come on, come on, you too liked and like it!" Peter laughed.
In the afternoon they went to wake them up. The two boys were in one bed, embraced, their bare bodies covered with just a sheet.
"Had a good sleep, little angels?"
"Yes... very good, thank you. We feel a lot better." Marc said sitting up on the bed, then caressed Jeff's chest, smiled to him and said to the others: "If you all still agree... we are thinking of joining you. To become two Baxter brothers too."
"Wonderful! Welcome into our family, then." Mel happily answered.
"We will have to buy you two hats like ours, it is our trademark." Red explained.
"And tell you the history of our family, the real one and the official one." Peter added, sitting on the bed's edge and brushing the handsome chest of Marc with his fingers.
Mel seized Peter by his arm and drew him away from the bed: "Peter, stop it! Remember that they already are a couple and that they want to be such. They love each other."
"But we too love each other..." Peter protested pretending to pout.
"Forgive him," Mel said addressing the two boys, "Peter is our family rascal. But he won't bother you."
"I didn't want to bother them! I like Marc, and also Jeff, I like. I wanted just to give them a warm welcome!"
"Stop it, Peter!" Red said seriously.
Jeff sat up in the bed: "This morning we discussed this aspect. If we join the Baxter family, we cannot demand a room just for us, a life just for us. Moreover, even if we've been in love for five years, it's not that at times, me or Marc made love with somebody else. I made love at times with some of the youngest cowboys of my father, and Marc with more than one of the youth slave of his father. This doesn't diminish at all our love. So, even if it's true we want to remain a couple, we don't exclude making love with some of you brothers too. We would not be annoyed at all, on the contrary. You all are youth, and handsome, and likable. We think it could rather be pleasant. Let's say that the relationship between me and Marc will be... privileged, right for the love that binds us for so long a time."
Rufus drew nearer and brushed his lips with his fingertips in a gesture of tenderness: "You too are beautiful, youth and likable. We like you two. I'm happy that our family is enriched by you two. But, about making love, just always feel free to say yes or no as you feel at that moment, agreed? Among us too it is so..."
"Agreed. We will have to get used to this new life, get to know you and to be known. But one thing is clear -- that womanizer of out Dad Baxter, had to be a really handsome man, and he always chose as his companions very pretty women, to make sons like us! We would like to know a little more about our Dad Baxter and about each of you. Will you please stay awhile with us, Peter? We would like to start, by getting acquainted with you, the rascal of our family. Since before you offered yourself to... give us a welcome." Jeff said.
The others, smiling, left, while Peter, smiling as happy as a sand-boy, literally jumped out of his clothes and slipped into the bed between the bare bodies of his new brothers.
When Peter came downstairs for supper, he was radiant: "Jeff and Marc are pure dynamite. You see them so calm, sweet, but... they upset me, literally upset me. God how great it has been! Two young bulls in heat, two thoroughbred stallions... They too are coming to eat, now..."
Jeff and Marc arrived, smiling, sat at the table and, while eating, chatted with the others. Red asked them how it came that, if they were skilled in using pistols, they were caught by the outlaw that had captured them.
Marc explained: "We thought we were alone, in the spot were we camped. After having our lunch, quietly, we banked our fire to just embers and undressed. We lay near the warmth of the embers and started making love. We never heard his arrival. He caught us naked, intertwined in full embrace, our pistols too far to reach..."
The following day they invited Rufus to sleep with them.
Rufus meeting the others again, told them: "It was wonderful making love with Marc and Jeff. It has been like riding in the wild through the vast prairie under the caresses of sun and wind. Full of warmth and fresh, these two boys. I didn't get at all the impression of two bulls in heat, Peter..."
Then it was Leo's turn. He commented: "Yes, I too liked Jeff and Marc very much. But my impression is not that of Rufus nor of Peter. I found then extremely sweet and gentle, calm even if passionate. They were able to dominate and to excite the emotions in a really wonderful way. They are two exceptional boys..."
Red, after having spent a night with them, said: "I didn't know what to expect, after hearing your so different opinions. I thought I could at last understand who among you were right... but instead, my impression has been still different. To me it has been like rowing in a mountain stream, at times swift and sparkling in a thousand little falls, at times quiet in its surface but fast, anyway of fresh, crystal clear, pure waters. It has been all an alternation of emotions various in their intensity, but unceasing and beautiful..."
At last the two boys invited Mel to make love with them.
As he entered in their room, Jeff and Marc hugged him between their bodies, still standing. They started to brush against him, making him feel their erections and feeling his. They were kissing, caressing him and soon they were unbuttoning his clothes, slipping their hands under them to caress his skin, to delight him. Slowly their clothes fell to the floor, until all three were naked. Mel noticed a subtle change -- while one of the two boys was treating him in an impetuous, strong, decided way, the other was gentle, delicate, light. But then gradually the roles were swapped so that Mel each time was feeling caught off guard, but agreeably surprised. They gently pushed him towards their bed, and here continued in their erotic games, bringing him alternatively to the edge of enjoyment, then giving him a rest. They seemed to understand at once what he wanted, and they lent themselves with spontaneous dedication, but at the same time they were guiding him on new paths. It was like an unending skirmish, like a duel in which in turn one of the two boys sided him and the other faced him. Mel was pleasurably bewildered. That love skirmish lasted a long time, unceasing, relentless, enrapturing.
Mel was also fascinated by the two boy's physiques, so alike and yet different. Both were slender and had sinuous, elegant moves, both hid under a smooth, silky skin an unsuspected strength. But Jeff had arms and legs covered by a light golden down, a tuft of light brown hairs on his groin and under his armpits, and the rest of his body was completely hairless. While Marc didn't have any visible hairs on his arms and legs, but a triangular tuft of dark hairs on his chest and a line of the same intense brown lowered from his navel widening on his groin to frame his member. Jeff had a slender, long, member as straight as a ramrod and circumcised. Marc's was sound, massive but not too big, slightly bending upward, he too circumcised. Also their faces were similar and yet different -- they were of the same perfect oval, but Jeff had a dark blond, rebel mane of wavy hair, while Marc had auburn hair, straight and thick, soft and fluffy. Jeff had straight eyebrows, narrow and long, and his eyes were aquamarine, iridescent. Marc had full eyebrows, arched over green eyes with hazelnut sparkles. Jeff had a gentle, disarming smile and Marc's was warm, fascinating.
Mel was lost in contemplation, was lost in pleasure, was lost between the arms and legs of the two lovers.
Finally, after an uninterrupted set of peaks brushing their orgasms and sweet moments of relaxation, the three passed the no return point and Mel, tight between their bodies, felt his guts flooded by Jeff's lava, and filled with his own those of Marc, while this last was cumin in the four hands that were caressing and feeling him at that point. For a while they remained still, until the sweet contractions of their orgasms calmed down, then they parted to unite again in a threefold embrace.
"Are you happy with us, Mel?" Jeff asked him.
"How could I not be? You are fantastic, both of you. But... I would like to ask you something."
"Tell us..." Marc murmured.
"Now, you made love to all five of us. Well, each of us has been more than happy to make love with you. But each of us got a very different impression. Like if you made love in a different way with each of us... Why? What is 'your' way to make love?"
"I don't know, Mel. With each of you we made love in our way, the only one we know. But each of you is different, reacts in a different way to our caresses, to our glances, to our kisses. And so we probably reacted in a different way. For us too, in fact, has been very beautiful, and different, with each of you." Jeff said.
Marc added: "Yes, each of you, I think, brought us to make love in a different way and it has been an unusual experience, and very beautiful. Jeff and I are a couple, we love each other, we want to remain together, but now we feel that we really are part of this strange, beautiful family. There are no problems for us, now, to sleep in the same room with all of you. And there will no be problem if we all happen to make love together again. Eventually also if it is more than a threesome. We felt that in each of you, even if expressed in a different way, there is lot of affection, there is love, and we like that and return that. But... don't be offended if often we would like to make love just between the two of us..."
"Certainly, none of us will be offended by your relationship as a couple. We told you that before and I repeat it now. Sure, it's great to share our love with all of us, but I think that privileged relationships are natural, that they bloom spontaneously. There exists one between Peter and Red, and between Leo and me... But we all love each other and we are able to show that also physically. After all I believe that the Baxter brothers are a formidable group because we share everything, even our love. To have you two in our family, enriches all of us."
"We too feel enriched having met you, having become members of this family. Life at times plays strange tricks -- when we thought everything was lost, that we were at one step from death... we instead found a new life, a new family!"
So, Mel and his six brothers, resumed crossing Arizona far and wide, offering their services to anybody needing them, always protecting the law and the weak, fighting against abuses of power and criminals, being feared by the dishonest people and welcome with joy by the good people.