Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2002 09:41:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  63rd Installment

This is Chapter 63, a continuation of "My Father, My Son."  All the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of the early
chapters of this series apply.  All comments are welcome, constructive or
destructive.


Send To:   Tom Borden,   tombor99@yahoo.com


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is dedicated to Waddie, my old friend and soul
mate, who has in his heart, more than anyone I have ever known, the
sensitivity to feel and express the depth and breadth of the love and
caring that men can have for one another.


My Father, My Son
Chapter 63

Michael drove the car through blinding rain over the soggy grassland.  When
they pulled into the yard near the bunkhouse, Jake jumped out and ran over
to where Jumper lay.  Pulling the blanket back slightly to look at Jumper's
face, Jake could see that he was not conscious.  He unlocked his door and,
picking Jumper up, went in and laid him on the bed.  When he removed the
blanket, he could see how badly injured Jumper was.  His feet were bloodied
and raw and his ankles were swollen to twice their size.  His hands and
arms and legs were covered with bruises and scratches, some oozing blood.
His face was swollen and dirty.

Michael, Jeff, and Paul came in and were appalled at the sight of this poor
boy lying there unconscious and seemingly barely alive.  Tony had stayed
with the boy on the step until the others arrived, and then went back to
the house to change into dry clothes.

Michael said, "We need to get him to the hospital, Jake.  We can't take a
chance.  He may have injuries we don't know about, especially since he's
not conscious."

Jake wrapped Jumper in a large bath towel and put one of his jackets on
him.  He carried Jumper to the car and got into the backseat, where he
cradled Jumper in his arms.  As Michael drove off with them to Goliad
General Hospital, Jeff and Paul went back to the house.  Both were shaken
at the sight of poor Jumper.

Tony said, "I don't know if you've been listening to any of the news.  But
there was a big accident on a road a few miles from here yesterday.  A big
semi-tractor trailer truck rolled off the highway into some ravine and
exploded and burned.  And when they were describing the truck and what they
were carrying, I'm sure it was the same truck that drove off from here with
Jumper in it."

Jeff felt himself shaking.  "My God," Jeff said as he sank into one of the
kitchen chairs.  "I was the one who urged Jake not to go after him."
Covering his face with his hands, he said, "Why doesn't somebody shoot me
when I talk that way.  I feel so responsible."

Paul put his arm around Jeff's shoulder and said, "Jeff, don't.  It's not
your fault.  There's nothing anybody could have done to stop Jumper from
leaving."

At the hospital emergency room, Michael and Jake waited for a whole hour
before they could get Jumper through triage.  When he was finally admitted
for examination, he was taken immediately to X-ray.  Michael and Jake were
told to wait in the waiting room.  The sun was coming up when they were
finally allowed to go back and see Jumper.  He was now awake, but sedated.

The doctor on duty in the emergency room told Michael and Jake that Jumper
was suffering from extreme exposure.  He had also had a mild concussion.
One of his ankles was broken, but there seemed to be no other internal
injuries, except what appeared to be a bruised liver.  Two attendants were
bathing Jumper as he lay on the gurney, and dressing the cuts and bruises
on his body.

Jake sat down next to the gurney and began to sob.  "I told Jumper that if
he ran away again, I was gonna come after him.  I promised him that.  But I
didn't do nothin'.  I jist didn't do nothin'.  I ain't worth livin',
Michael.  Oh, Jumper, will ya ever forgive me?"

Michael stood behind Jake and, reaching down, gently rubbed Jake's neck and
shoulders.  "Come on, Jake.  You're not at fault for this.  Jumper's going
to be okay.  And once we find out what happened, everything's going to be
alright.  Come on, Jake.  When Jumper realizes we're here, you don't want
him to see you like this, do you?"

"I'm okay, Michael," said Jake as he wiped his eyes.  "I jist know I got a
lotta makin' up to do with him when he gits outta here."

By noon, Jumper had been moved to a regular room.  Soon after that, Jumper
became more fully awake and looked over at Jake sitting next to him.  He
stared at Jake a long time and then suddenly tears started to run down his
cheeks, and he held out his arms.  Jake jumped up and took Jumper in his
arms and hugged him as tightly as he could.  Jumper's slender arms were
wrapped tightly around Jake's neck and shoulders.  Neither of them spoke.

Michael felt so moved that he left the room and went down to the hospital
deli on the first floor and sat there for a long time with a large cup of
black coffee.  He thought all of this was happening just because he wanted
to help this poor indigent kid.  If he'd left well enough alone, Jumper
would still be up at the truck stop happily doing what he knew how to do.
But no, there was that fucking agency, who was ready to take him and put
him in some foster home.  This was best.  It was going to be tough for him
and for all of us.  But what I did, he thought, was the best thing to do in
the long run.

Michael returned to Jumper's room and found Jake sitting down again and
holding Jumper's hand and smiling.  Jumper looked at Michael as he came in
and then back at Jake.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "When can I go . . . home?
I mean . . . ."

Jake said, "No.  Home is the right word.  I'm gonna take ya home with me,
back to the ranch, just as soon as ya can git up and about.  But until
then, I'm gonna be right here with ya.  How 'bout another hug!"

Jumper smiled and nodded eagerly as Jake got up and leaned into Jumper's
outstretched arms.

Michael suddenly had the feeling that, yes, he did do the right thing in
bringing Jumper to the ranch.  As he watched Jake and Jumper hug and kiss
each other on the cheek, he just knew that he had done the right thing.

Jake looked up at Michael and said, "I'm gonna stay here, Michael.  Why
don't ya go on back to the ranch and git some rest.  And I know ya got a
lotta fuckin' business to attend to.  Go on.  I'll git something to eat
here and maybe snooze here in the chair when Jumper's sleeping.  I'll be
fine.  Me and Jumper's got a lot to talk about, jist me and him, right
Jumper?  Oh, and by the way, I ain't properly thanked ya fer the great
birthday ya gave me.  I think I'm gonna be sixty-four next week!  Can I
have another party?"

Michael said, "We had a great time, too, Jake.  A birthday party every week
sounds pretty good to me!  We'll have to think about that!  Okay you two.
I'll go ahead.  But I'll be back this evening to see how you're doing."
Michael instinctively leaned over and kissed Jumper on the forehead.

When Michael returned home, Jeff was still feeling guilty and told him
about the truck accident.  Michael said, "If it's true that Jumper was in
that truck, it's a miracle he got out alive.  I think in time, Jumper will
tell us all about what happened."

After supper Michael and Jeff, along with Enrique and Noah, drove to the
hospital to see Jumper.  When they entered the room, they found Jumper
asleep and Jake dozing in the chair.  Jake woke up quickly and smiled.  The
doctor had been in that afternoon and Jumper now had a large cast on his
ankle that extended almost to his knee.  Jumper finally awakened and looked
sleepily at his visitors.  Enrique said, "How are you feeling, Jumper?  I
hope you're feeling okay."

Looking over at Jake, Jumper said, "I'm feeling okay.  I got a headache,
though, and my leg is real sore."

Noah said, "We heard what happened and we're sure glad you're okay."

Jumper wasn't used to having people be concerned about him, and he felt
embarrassed to hear people talk that way to him.  He could never get it out
of his mind that his father had told him he wasn't worth a pound of shit.
And he always believed it.  He suddenly wanted Jake to hug him again, and
raised his arms as a signal.  When Jake responded and took him in his arms,
Jumper remembered what Jake had said: "Every man needs a hug to show him
that everything will be alright."


The next morning, at six o'clock sharp, Marcus J. Filmore, Jared's new
caregiver, arrived at the house, ready for duty.  Michael was eating his
breakfast when he saw Marcus at the door.  "Have you had breakfast, Marcus?
You're welcome to join me."

"No thank you, sir," replied Marcus.  "I've already eaten.  Perhaps I'll
just look in on Jared now."

"Well, in that case, you know where his room is." said Michael.

As Marcus entered the room, he found Jared still in bed, staring at the
ceiling.  "Well, Jared," said Marcus cheerily, "Did we have a good sleep?
Are we ready to rise up and get dressed now and meet the day?"

Marcus threw back the sheet that covered Jared.  "My, my!  We sleep in the
nude, I see.  Haven't we any pajamas?"

"No," replied Jared.

"Well, now.  Do we need a shower this morning?"

"I took one last night."

"Well, I suppose that will do until we go to bed again tonight."

Marcus went to the chest of drawers and found some clean briefs, a t-shirt
and a pair of Bermuda length shorts.  He told Jared to stand up and put his
feet into the briefs.  Then Marcus pulled them up and very deliberately
tucked Jared's penis and balls down between his legs with his hand.  After
Jared was dressed, Marcus said, "I believe we're ready for our medication.
It's supposed to be taken before breakfast."

Marcus fetched a glass of water and told Jared to open his mouth.  When he
did, Marcus popped two tablets in and told him to take a drink of water.
Then Marcus went to the kitchen and told Tony that Jared was now ready for
his breakfast.  Tony told him that there was a place for him there at the
table.

"Oh, no." said Marcus.  "I would like a tray.  He'll eat in his room."

Tony said, "Well, Jared is perfectly able to walk, and Michael expects him
to join us at the table."

Marcus said only, "When the tray is prepared, please bring it to the room."
Tony was beginning to take a distinct dislike of this intruder.

As Jared ate his breakfast, Marcus said, "Now what shall do today?  Do you
know who those people are whose pictures are there on the wall?"

"No, I don't."

Marcus stepped over to wall and took a closer look.  "Well, some of them
have names on them.  Here's one of Benjamin Walker.  I knew of him when I
was growing up on my father's ranch.  He and my father used to do business
together.  I remember he was known as Ol' Ben.  And he was your father,
wasn't he?"

"I don't know."

"Well, surely you must remember your own father, Jared.  And here's one of
you and your brother Michael when you were little boys.  You were cute
little guys then."

Returning to his chair next to Jared, Marcus said, "You know, I know all
about your being cut out of your father's will.  That was such a shame.
You're the oldest, too.  And you harbored great resentment against your
father and your brother, Michael, over that, too.  Do you recall that?"

"No."

"You should have been the heir to this ranch.  I know that you were in
prison, too.  Do you remember that?"

"No."

"You were running a little business where you were having very young boys
engage in sex with adult men, sometimes their own fathers.  You don't
remember that?"

"No."

Reaching over and patting Jared on the cheek, Marcus said, "Well, now,
Jared.  We're going to have to work on getting that memory back, aren't
we?"


Early in the morning after Mario and his son Adriano had talked, Mario set
out to look for an apartment for himself in nearby neighborhoods.  In the
late afternoon, he was able to find a large furnished efficiency apartment
in a fairly new building just two blocks from where Adriano resided.  He
went back to pick up his clothes and his other belongings, but found that
Adriano was still at work.  He left a note on the kitchen counter, giving
Adriano his new address.

After getting everything packed away in drawers and in the closet, he felt
the urge to go out and see what action he could stir up.  He always felt a
little enclosed at Adriano's apartment.  Adriano was always accusing him of
being a common slut, half kiddingly, of course.  But Mario had to admit to
himself there was an element of truth in it.  It seemed to him that he was
horny all the time.  And Adriano was not always ready when he was to have a
romp in the bed.

Mario knew that he was going to have to buy a car, now that he was on his
own again.  But for today, he would walk down the street to the College
Hill Caf^Â for a sandwich, and then take a taxi to The Nest.  Ah, The
Nest!  It was his favorite place for sightseeing and possible action.  But
Adriano was rarely willing to go there.

When Mario arrived at The Nest, he saw about a dozen motorcycles parked in
the lot, with two heavily tatooed men standing around, who looked like they
were guarding the bikes.  When he went in, Mario saw that all the bikers
were standing along the bar talking with one another.  None were sitting
down.  There seemed to be a big age difference among them.  About half
looked to be in their fifties and sixties, and the other half seemed to be
in their twenties.

Since all the barstools were unoccupied, Mario took one of them at about
the middle of the bar.  Standing next to him were two bikers busily kissing
each other passionately, almost violently.  When they saw Mario sit down,
the two broke their clutch of each other, and the older one said, "Hey,
little guy.  You from Austin?"

"Yeah, I live here," responded Mario.

"Yer a cute little fucker!  What's yer name?

"Mario Cinella," said Mario, as he looked at the man's large, thick nipples
showing through his tight black t-shirt.

Mario was about half the size of the smallest of the bikers, and he began
to feel terribly vulnerable.  But at the same time, he felt a sort of
excitement being so close to these rough and thoroughly masculine looking
guys.  He could smell the strong pungent odor of these masculine bodies as
they moved around him..

"What's your name?" Mario bravely asked.

"They call me Frack 'cuz I fractured a guy's arm oncst while I was arm
wrestlin' 'im.  This here's my little buddy, Stu."  Then turning to Stu,
Frack said, "Where's yer manners Stu.  Shake hands with our new friend
here."

Even though Stu was a young, almost delicate looking person next to Frack,
his hand was large and calloused.  As they shook hands, Mario looked down
at his own small slender hand and felt it being crushed painfully in Stu's
grip.

"I haven't seen you guys in here before, Frack," said Mario.

Frack said, "Aw, shit, someone we know told us to check this place out when
we were in the vicinity.  That's all.  Most of the time, we ride the roads
of Texas, Oklahoma, and New Mexico, but we got kind of a friendly base over
in San Marcus when we're in this neck of the woods.  We'll be there fer a
few days."

"Don't you have jobs or something like that," Mario asked.

"Shit, no.  Most of us used to work, and some of us got a good stash of
money we live on.  And sometimes we do odd jobs fer people here and there
to pick up a little extra.  I used to be a ranch foreman.  I saved my money
and that's what me and Stu live on.  Hey, you ever ride?"

"What do you mean?"

"You ever ride a bike?"

"No, I've never been on one."

"Would ya like me to give ya a spin around the block?"

"Well . . . I don't know," said Mario.  "Maybe I would."

"Okay, come on.  Hey, Stu, order me and our friend here another beer.
We'll be back."

Mario climbed on the seat just behind Frack.  As Frack started it up, he
shouted, "Now you hold onto my body tight so ya don't fall off."

As they started off down the street, Mario held onto Frack.  Frack's
t-shirt was riding up and Mario had his arms and hands directly on Frack's
large, hairy belly.  Mario felt his penis rise to it's full hardness.
Frack said, "Now pull up tight against me and hold on!"

When they finally returned to The Nest parking lot, Frack said, "Now wasn't
that a thrill.  I git a fuckin' hard-on ever time git on this thing."
Reaching down and taking hold of Mario's crotch, he said, "I knowed it was
a thrill fer you, too.  I can feel it right here!"

Mario and Frack and Stu drank together for several hours.  Mario sat and
mentally undressed both Frack and Stu and became so horny, he could hardly
stand it.  He finally excused himself to go to the restroom.  Frack was
right behind him.

As they stood at the urinals, Frack looked down and said, "You got a pretty
big cock for a little guy.  Have ya ever fucked a fat man?"

"No."  Mario watched as Frack let go with the longest stream of piss he'd
ever seen.

Frack said, "Would ya like some of this?  I normally save it up fer Stu.
He does anything I want him to do.  God, how I love that boy!"

It was now close to midnight, and several of the bikers were beginning to
leave.  After ordering one last beer, Frack reached down inside the back of
Mario's pants with both hands and squeezed his ass cheeks.  He said, "How
'bout ridin' back to San Marcus with us.  You got the sweetest little ass.
I'd like to git into that."

Mario said, "But how about Stu?"

"Oh, I loan my little buddy out sometimes when I got other fish to fry, or
asses to fuck.  Come on!  I ain't takin no fer an answer."

Mario's mind whirled in an erotic frenzy.  He had seen bikers on the
highway, but had never given it a thought as to what they did for pleasure.
He always thought their pleasure came totally from riding.

They rode for some time.  San Marcus was farther away from Austin than he
had realized.  When they entered the large frame house just outside of
town, he saw a number of bikers sitting around drinking more beer.  Two of
the older ones were sitting in chairs with their legs sprawled out in front
of them, and two of the younger ones were busily sucking them off.  Without
any preliminaries, Frack took Mario in his strong arms and pressed him
tightly against his body.

As they stood in the middle of the room, Frack said, "I ain't had a cute
little fragile thing like you fer a long time.  I wouldn't mind havin' you
as my slave.  I bet I could git you to do jist about anything I want, huh?
I could tell yer a horny little cuss.  Would ya like to please me?"

Mario's mind was whirling in every direction and he blurted out, "Yes!"

"Okay," said Frack quietly.  "Git down on yer knees and clean off my cod
with yer tongue.  It needs to be nice and clean."

Mario got down and looked at the large leather pouch that covered Frack's
cock.  He ran his tongue over it and could taste the leathery flavor of
cowhide and sweat.

"Good," said Frack.  "Now unsnap it.  Would ya like a little of my cock?"
Mario nodded.  "Then reach in and pull it out."

Mario released Frack's long thick member and licked off the clear semen
that was bubbling from its pee-hole.  Mario thought it was eight inches if
it was an inch.

"Now, little man, if ya want to take it, ya gotta take it all.  Not just
the head.  I don't like wimpy cocksuckers.  Ya ready?"

As Mario nodded, Frack slowly pushed his gorged penis into Mario's mouth.
Mario had a terrible feeling that he was going to gag.  But he did his best
to relax his throat and let the monstrous rod move in to its full length.
Then Frack began to fuck Mario's mouth.  Several others turned to watch
this little Italian man kneeling before this massive hulk, and marveled
that Frack's humongous penis would totally disappear inside of Mario.

Suddenly, Frack pulled out and said, "Yer a little fuck machine, aren't ya?
Git outta them clothes and lemme see yer little body.  Then let me take a
good look at that little asshole of yers."

Mario eagerly tore off his clothes and threw them in a heap on the floor.
He leaned over, as he was told, and spread his ass cheeks with his hands.
Frack turned to the others who were watching and said, "Ain't that the
sweetest little ass ya ever seed?"

Frack removed his boots and his pants and knelt down behind Mario.  He
gently kissed all around Mario's firm round cheeks and then plunged his
face into his ass crack.  Mario could feel Frack's tongue entering his
asshole and tried to relax it as much as possible.  Standing up and
grasping Mario's little narrow hips, he pulled Mario to him, thrusting the
entire length of his penis into Mario's gut.  All the others had now
stopped what they were doing and stared at this little man being filled up
with all of Frack's meat.

Mario wanted to be taken.  He thought to himself that he wanted to be
literally ravaged sexually.  Frack had said he thought Mario would do
anything he wanted and that he wanted him to be his slave to please him.
Mario said over and over to himself, as he felt Frack's huge rod pounding
into him, that yes, he wanted to be Frack's slave.  He would do anything to
please him.  He also thought about Adriano having called him a slut.  Yes,
he was a slut, and he loved it!

Frack soon let out something that sounded like an elephant roar and threw
one powerful stream after another of his hot biker cum into little Mario's
rectum.  Soon, Frack pulled out and looking down at the few drops of cum
that were still bubbling out of his penis, he said, "I need to have this
cleaned off.  Mario?"

Mario whirled around on his knees and sucked the last drops of sperm out of
Frack's penis.  A number of the other bikers began clapping their hands in
approval.  Frack announced to everyone that Mario's little ass had given
him a great new fucking experience.  He turned to Mario, who was still on
his knees, and said, "I think the whole club should have this experience.
Would you agree to pleasuring anyone here who wishes to partake of yer
luscious little hole?  Are you willing to please us in that way, Mario?"

Mario was swimming in a state of euphoria and said, "Yes, Frack, I want to
take everyone's cock if it would be their pleasure!"

Frack motioned to Stu.  "Stu, yer my buddy.  You go first."

Stu told Mario to lie on his back on the thick carpet.  Then holding
Mario's legs in the air, Stu mounted Mario and came within a matter of a
minute or two.  Over the next hour or so, a total of fourteen bikers had
pushed their penises into Mario's asshole and fucked him.  By this time
great long streams of sperm were running out of Mario's asshole onto the
carpet.  He was in a total trance.  A feeling of intense warmth was
spreading through Mario's body.

Finally Frack bend down over the exhausted Mario and gently picked him.  He
carried Mario into one of the bedrooms and laid him on the bed.  "Mario,"
said Frack, "It would give me a lot of pleasure if you would fuck me now.
I want to feel your Italian sperm shooting into me."

Mario looked up at him with exhaustion showing in his face.  "Whatever
you'd like, Frack."

Frack lay on his back and brought his huge legs up as high as they would
go.  Mario crouched in position.  He looked down at Frack's large firm ass
cheeks.  Tatooed on one of them was the word, "God bless," and on the other
one, "America."  Frack was spreading his cheeks with his hands.  Mario saw
an ass crack choked with thick black hair.  As he lowered his face into it,
Mario breathed in the hot, moist, sweaty smell of this masculine beast.
Then running his tongue deep into the thicket, he ran it over Frack's
pulsating asshole.  It was wet with a sort of metallic taste.

Frack finally said, "Okay, that's enough!  Now push yer cock in and fuck me
hard."

Several of the bikers had come in to watch and were slowly stroking their
regenerated penises as they did so.  Sperm was still oozing out of Mario's
hole in great quantities and running down over his balls and onto the bed.
Stu jumped up on the bed and positioned himself next to Mario.  Frack said,
"I'd sure love to watch ya suck Stu's cock while ya fuck me, little man."

Mario was so exhausted, he could hardly coordinate the sucking with his
lips and the fucking with his penis.  Frack said, "Do ya want to stop for
awhile and rest a bit?"

Mario shook his head as he continued to suck Stu and fuck Frack.  Soon,
Stu's cum began to flow into Mario's mouth.  It was hot and sweet.  The
taste of it brought on his own orgasm quickly.  Frack began to moan loudly
as he felt Mario's Penis throbbing inside of him, sending his sperm deep
into Frack's rectum.

After everyone had caught their breath, Frack said, "Stu, I want you to go
in the other room.  I want to be alone with Mario for a little bit."

Frack rolled over onto the prostrate Mario and kissed him wildly.  Then, as
he ran his fingers very lightly over Mario's handsome Italian features, he
said, "I'm glad I met you tonight.  I suppose I should apologize fer all of
us fuckin' ya like we did.  We don't normally do stuff like that.  We have
our own partners pretty much.  But you kinda got into the middle of us and
seemed to want to play.  We just kinda took advantage of yer eagerness.
Besides none of us have been with someone as little and fragile as you are.
It was kinda different if ya know what I mean."

Mario said, "Well, I can honestly say it was kinda different for me, too.
I never thought I'd ever have an experience like this."

Frack looked down at Mario and, kissing him gently on the lips, said, "I
would like to have you as my companion, Mario.  Would you consider going
with me?  The life of a biker is a wild and wonderful one.  We live by our
passion.  Our strength comes from our passion and our devotion and our
loyalty to one another.  I want you to be mine, Mario.  Would you like to
be close to me everyday and please me?  I would be your mentor and I would
be your protector."

"What about Stu?" Mario whispered.  "Isn't he your companion.?"

"He's my slave, Mario.  But it hasn't been working out, and he'll suffer
the consequences at the hands of the family."

"What family?" asked Mario.

"All of us here are a family.  We're a group of bikers that gets it's
strength and sustenance from one another.  It's all about loyalty,
comradship, and love."

"And slavery?" asked Mario.  "Would I be a slave?"

"Yes.  But the loyalty and love ya would learn to have for me will take
over yer whole mind, yer whole body, yer whole existence.  You'll find that
there's nothing else in life on this earth that you'll desire.  Yer whole
existence'll be dedicated to the pleasure of serving me.  But in return,
I'll love ya and care for ya and protect ya as no one else could."

Mario could hardly believe what he was hearing.  He realized that he had
been caught in the web of pleasuring Frack.  He had willingly, and with
great desire, done everything that Frack had asked of him.  But it was all
in the heat of sexual excitement.  How could he possibly turn his whole
life into being a slave every minute of the day, of the week, of the year.
He had eagerly submitted to every wish of Frack's, but to be at another
man's beck and call every second of the day was something Mario could not
see himself doing.  He was enormously attracted to Frack, even though he
was not physically beautiful.  There was a magnetism about him, though,
that almost overwhelmed him, even now as he lay beneath Frack's enormous
body, and as he smelled the erotic aroma of it.

After saying nothing for a long time, Mario said, "No, Frack.  I'm just a
guy who likes the simple life.  I'm not looking for that kind of excitement
or the commitment involved in it.  I'm not a biker, and never will be.  I
have to admit to you that I was scared to death when you rode me around on
the street back in Austin and when we rode out here to San Marcus.  I had
an exciting time tonight, one that's beyond the dreams of most people.  I
would love to do it again.  But I can't enter into your kind of life.  I'm
really sorry."

Frack kissed Mario very gently on the lips.  He whispered, "I could love
you with every cell in my body, Mario.  And I know you could come to love
me, too.  I happen to know that would happen if you gave it a chance.  Of
course, I wouldn't force you to do anything.  That would be wrong, and it
would work against forming any bond between us.  We're not into slavery in
that way.  The slaves in our family must be there because they want to be
there, and want to commit their lives to a master.  I realize it's easier
for a young man in his teens or his twenties.  But someone your age . . . I
can see it's not as appealing."

Mario took hold of both sides of Frack's head and kissed his face many
times.  "Thanks, Frack."

"Come on, then.  If ya can stand being on the back of the bike agin, I'll
take ya home."

Mario took the harrowing ride back to Austin on the back of Frack's bike.
When they arrived in the drive in front of Mario's apartment building,
Frack said, "Well, little buddy.  You got a sweet ass, and yer one of the
best cocksuckers around.  I'll never fergit ya.  I coulda fallen in love
with ya.  And I promise ya.  With training, you'd fall in love with me
too."

Mario got off the bike and leaned over and kissed Frack on the lips.  He
said, "I think I already fell in love with you, Frack.  But I'm just not
into biking.  And as much as I would love to have you in my bed every
night, or be in your bed, I'm also not into slavery.  That takes a special
type, I'm afraid.  But I'll tell you what.  If you ever come through here
again sometime, I wouldn't mind being your slave for one night again.

Frack reached around and pinched Mario's ass a couple of times, kissed him
on the lips, and rode off.

It was almost dawn, and Mario was exhausted, but still wide awake with the
excitement he had just experienced.  His ass was beginning to hurt and his
pants were wet from the constant drip of sperm from those fourteen bikers.
He looked in the bathroom mirror and smiled at himself.  He felt sort of
proud.  How many other guys in this world had fourteen hard penises up
their asses that night, or any night, for that matter.

All the sperm in him had acted like a laxative.  He quickly sat on the
toilet and let go of a big load, all mixed with sperm.  He thought to
himself that he had never taken a shit like this before.  As it passed out
of him, his asshole burned.  Mario then jumped into the shower.  He left
the glass shower door open so he could see himself in the large
wall-to-wall mirror on the opposite wall.  As he lathered up his body, he
began to stroke his penis.  As he looked at himself, he wondered what it
was about him that was so appealing to those bikers.  His body was of a
dark Neopolitan color, he was slender, not very muscular, and his body
couldn't have been more than half the size of any of those bikers.  As he
felt his orgasm rushing upon him, he watched himself in the mirror shoot
stream after stream of his cum onto the wall of the shower.

Now Mario felt more exhausted than ever.  He quickly dried himself, brushed
his teeth, pulled the blinds to shut out the rising sun, and collapsed on
his bed.  As tired as he was, he lay there with his eyes wide open thinking
about Frack.  Frack was a big oversized hulk of a man, not attractive in
the sense of physical beauty, but he was sensuous and gentle and caring,
and had a way of "taking charge" of Mario's body and thoughts.  As a
father, Mario had always taken charge of family matters and the upbringing
of his children.  Now to have someone totally overwhelm him and take charge
of him was so appealing, and something Mario felt he had always really
wanted.  He rolled over and held his pillow in his arms tightly against his
chest, finally drifting off to sleep.


The second day of Jumper's residency in Goliad General Hospital was now
dawning.  Jake had stayed by his bedside through the first night, sleeping
fitfully in a chair.  At 7:00 a.m., a man in a white coat brought in
Jumper's breakfast tray and asked Jake if he would like something, also.
Jake told him he wanted a large bowl of Oatmeal, his usual breakfast.

When they had finished eating, Jake got up and stood next to Jumper's bed
looking down at him.  As Jumper looked up into Jake's face, he raised his
arms.  Again, this meant he wanted Jake to hug him.  Jake sat on the edge
of the bed and put his arms around Jumper and kissed him on the forehead.
As they parted, Jumper didn't say anything, but continued to look into
Jake's eyes.

"What're ya thinkin' about?" asked Jake.

"Nothin'," replied Jumper.  "I was jist wonderin' why yer doin' this."

"Doin' what?"

"Stayin' with me and bein' nice to me.  I ain't worth nothin'.  Ya know
that.  I don't know why yer botherin' with me.  I could be out doing my
business like I always done."

"Like I told ya, Jumper, when ya git outta here, yer free to go back to
sellin' yer asshole agin any time ya want," said Jake.  "But in case ya
haven't noticed, I care what happens to ya, and all I ask is that ya don't
pull none of this shit like runnin' off naked down the fuckin' road, or
runnin' off with them fuckin' truck drivers without sayin' g'bye.  Maybe ya
gotta learn about other people's feelin's.  You ain't used to havin'
someone care fer ya.  I know that.  But if ya can git used to it, you'll
find it's a mighty nice way to live.  Ya like to have me hug ya, don't ya?"

"Yeah."

"Well, as I told ya, that's a way fer me to tell ya I care fer ya and that
everythin's gonna be okay.  Do ya understand?"

"Yeah," said Jumper, as he raised his arms again for another hug.

As sore as Jumper still felt, he had a good feeling that he'd never felt
before.  If Jake said he cared for him, Jumper thought that would be okay.
Jake made him feel good, like he really was somebody who someone cared
about.  He knew that he was beginning to crave Jake's hugs.  He had never
craved anything in his life before, except getting five dollars from as
many guys as he could.  That's all he ever cared about.  It was the only
way he knew how to live.  Jumper covered his face with his hands and
started to cry.

"I'm sorry," said Jumper through his tears.

"Aw, come on, Jumper," said Jake as he reached down and took Jumper in his
arms once again.  "Don't be sorry 'bout nothin'.  I cry sometimes
. . . even when I'm real happy.  I want ya to tell me somethin'.  Are those
big tears becuz yer happy or becuz yer sad?"

"I don't know."

"Are ya sad about somethin'?"

"No."

"So there!" said Jake, holding Jumper out at arm's length.  "If ya ain't
sad, ya gotta be happy!  Right?"

"I guess so," said Jumper as a little smile crept over his face.

"Ya know," said Jake.  "When we git back home, I'm still gonna git ya on a
horse.  It's just a lazy old nag, so it won't bite ya.  If ya don't like
it, ya don't have to git on one no more.  That's a promise.  Hey, would ya
like me to rub yer back a little.  Ya need to lie on your stomach once in
awhile.  Otherwise, you'll git them fuckin' bed sores."

Jumper quickly and eagerly rolled over.  His hospital gown was open in the
back, revealing the clear white skin of his back and buttocks.  Jake could
feel his penis take a little jump in his pants.  He started at Jumper's
neck and worked his hands slowly down his back.  Then he gently ran his
hands over Jumper's firm, round ass cheeks perched on his very narrow hips.
As he was lovingly fondling Jumper's orbs, a rather large square-shaped
nurse came clomping into the room, dragging a vital signs monitor behind
her.

"What are you doing, sir?" she demanded.

Jake quickly jerked his hands up in the air and said, "Well, I was jist
. . . uh . . . nothin'."

The nurse stepped over to the bed and closed up Jumpers gown and tied the
little ties to keep it closed.  "Now roll over on your back so I can take
your BP and your temp."

When the nurse left, Jumper and Jake smiled at each other.  Jake said, "Did
that feel good.  Ya know, what I was doin'?"

Jumper laughed and said, "You were really makin' my ass tickle!"

"Ya liked that, Jumper?" said Jake.

"Yeah!"

"Well, when we git home, I'll give ya a backrub from yer neck all the way
down to yer little ass anytime ya want me to.  Okay?"

"Okay!"

"Tell me somethin', Jumper," said Jake.  " Do ya think yer maw and paw are
lookin' fer ya?"

"Nah, they ain't lookin' fer me.  They don't give a shit about me.  And I
don't give a shit about them, neither."

"Did ya have any brothers or sisters," asked Jake.

"I had a brother.  He come along late.  They never wanted him around,
neither," said Jumper.

"What was his name?"

"It was Joe."

"Did yer old man do to him what he did to you?"

"Yeah.  He was only seven years old when he started fuckin' Joe.  But I
knowed it hurt him because he screamed all the time.  I laid in my own room
coverin' up my ears so I wouldn't hear it."

"Where's Joe now, Jumper?" asked Jake.

"I don't know.  One night when he was screamin', I heard the old man
yellin' at him and then heard him beatin' the shit out of him.  Then the
screamin' stopped.  Then the next morning, Joe didn't come outta his room
and I asked them where he was.  And he jist told me Joe was gone.  He was
gone fer good.  And I never seen him again."

"Well, did ya ever find out what the fuck happened?" asked Jake.

Tears started coming to Jumpers eyes, and he said, "I think that old
son-of-a-bitch killed Joe.  They wouldn't talk about him and told me to
stop askin' questions."

Jake asked, "Do ya know fer sure he killed Joe?"

"No.  But why would he disappear like that?  I jist know he killed him and
took his body somewhere.  It weren't too long after that that I told my old
man I didn't want him to fuck me no more.  And that's when he threw me
outta the house and told me never to come back.  I was glad to git outta
that fuckin' hole.  I hated both of them sons-of-bitches."

"Oh, Jumper, I feel so bad about what happened," said Jake.  "Ya ain't
never knowed what livin' in a good home with people that loves ya is like,
do ya?  I feel so bad about Joe."

Jumper said, "Joe's better off dead, I guess.  At least he ain't bein' hurt
and screamin' no more."


The next afternoon, Michael, Jeff, and Paul came to visit Jumper.  They had
talked to the doctor who told them that Jumper could go home anytime.  It
would take a good while for all his abrasions to heal, and he would need to
wear the cast on his leg for several weeks.  But there was no reason the
boy couldn't continue his recovery at home.

It was good news for both Jumper and Jake.  They would spend one more night
in the hospital and be checked out the following morning.  As Michael was
about to leave, he asked Jake to step out into the hall for a moment so
they could talk.

"Jake, I want to tell you something," said Michael.  "The truck that Jumper
had driven off in that day was the same truck that crashed and burned.  I
think that Jumper needs to know that we know about that accident.  Do you
think you could get Jumper to tell us what happened after he left the ranch
with those truckers?"

"Maybe," said Jake.  "But I don't want to git too fuckin' pushy about that.
I think whatever happened, it was a nightmare for Jumper.  Maybe I can git
'im to talk about it as time goes on.  But right now may be too soon."

"I understand, Jake.  Just use your own judgment.  The important thing is
that he recovers from all this and for us to do our best to make him feel
welcome and needed back at the ranch."

When Jake returned to the room, Jumper said "I gotta take a piss.  Where's
that guy that comes in and helps me?"

Jumper was unable to get out of bed and go to the bathroom, so a man
usually came in and helped him with the urinal.  Jake said, "Aw, shit.  I
can help ya."

Jake threw back the sheet and pulled up Jumper's gown a little, exposing
his penis.  Jake took the urinal in one hand and grasped Jumper's soft
penis in the other and gently pushed it into the neck of the urinal.
"There ya go, Jumper.  Jist let her squirt!"  Jake could hear Jumpers piss
spraying into the urinal.  When it stopped, Jake lifted Jumper's penis out
of the urinal, which he placed on the bed stand.

Still holding onto Jumper's penis, Jake said, "Ya got a pretty good sized
wanger there fer a fourteen year old.  Ya ever done much fuckin' with it?"

"Nah," answered Jumper.  "I ain't never fucked nobody in my life."

"Christ!" said Jake.  "I thought ya made a livin' by fuckin'!"

Jumper laughed and said, "No, Jake!  I'm the one what got fucked.  Truckers
fuck, but they don't git fucked!"

"Ya mean ya never had a orgasm?"

"Sure I have!  I jerk off all the time.  I told ya that before.  Remember!"

Jake was still holding on to Jumper's penis, and he could feel it begin to
harden and lengthen.  He very gently began to run his fingers up and down
the stiffening shaft.  Jumper stared into Jake's eyes and smiled his
approval.  Soon Jake had his fist tightly around Jumper's hard penis and
was stroking faster and faster.

Noticing that Jumper was still staring into his eyes, Jake said, "Everybody
who jerks off has to think about erotic stuff, or they couldn't cum.
What're ya thinkin' about Jumper?"

"I'm thinkin' about you," said Jumper as he continued to stare into Jake's
eyes.  Then he brought his hand up and began running it over the soft hair
on Jake's free arm.  As Jumper looked down at Jake's arm, he thought it was
the most beautiful arm he had ever seen.  He craved the feel of Jake's arms
around him.  They were as much a sexual object to him as anything he had
ever known.  His jack-off fantasies had always been just that
. . . fantasies.  But now it was not a fantasy that he was having.  It was
a living, breathing guy who he could feel in the flesh.  It was a guy who
excited him more than any fantasy ever had.

Jake could feel Jumper's penis hardening even more and could see the
distortion coming on Jumper's face as a sign that he was entering an orgasm
of enormous proportions.  Every muscle in Jumper's slim body began to
contract as he let out a cry.  Jumper's sperm began to shoot out in
powerful streams all over the front of his hospital gown, and then onto
Jake's hand as he continued to stroke until the last drops oozed out.
Jumper lay there panting breathlessly with his eyes closed, but with his
hand still clutching Jake's arm.

Jake went to the bathroom where he licked the sperm off of his hand.  He
then brought back a towel and wiped up as much of the mess as he could.
Just then the large square-bodied nurse came in again and saw the thick
mess on the front of Jumper's gown, as well as his wilting penis.  She
said, "Well, I see we're feeling better!  I'll bring you a fresh gown.  But
next time, please use a towel!"

As the nurse clomped out, Jake took Jumper into his arms as they both fell
into uncontrolled laughter.


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