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Look, I'm sorry for killing Jax off and in such a gruesome manner. From the lack of feedback I was getting I just felt like interest in the story had waned and I don't like continuing things that people aren't even reading anymore. Hopefully, you'll enjoy this story more. I promise I won't kill off any of the main characters.
Chapter One
Gray, early dawn light and barely enough of it to make out the shapes of the trees. A breath blown out hangs in the air languidly then slowly disappears. The temperature back at the cabin read 38º, but after last night's rain, the humidity in these woods makes the cold just sink in all the way to the bone. The first rays of sun are starting to appear as a highlight on the ridge of the eastern peaks then, minutes later, the pale-yellow light illuminates the western slopes across the valley. Bennett is trudging across soft ground, almost mud, slowly making his way all the way around the outer edge of the field. As the youngest, his job, almost always, is to be the one to flush the game out of hiding. Ben's goal is to move quietly as possible around the brush where the deer bed down and spook them from behind so they run out in the direction of his older brothers, Carter and Dixon, who are waiting on the other side of the big field. The whole scheme is a proven strategy used by hunters since the dawn of time. Ben has been taught to walk in these woods as quiet as a Ute since he was a small boy. When the time is right, he takes a wide step to cross a small branch and on the other side purposefully steps on some dried twigs making them snap loudly. Several whitetails in the bushes jump and run toward the field. Ben watches the big buck break through the underbrush into the open field immediately followed by a single rifle shot; it echoes off the mountains. That sounded like the 30.06, Ben thought to himself, had to have been Carter. When Ben himself breaks out of the tree line, the other two are already kneeling by the animal, Dixon has made quick work of removing the head and to Carter's left is a huge pile of steaming guts. Carter is already busy pulling away the skin.
"Good job, Benny" Carter says. Bennett nods as he sets about helping Dixon put together a makeshift stretcher to haul the meat out on. It's a long hike back to where they left the four-wheelers. Carter, at 18 years old, has become an expert at dressing deer, and in very short order the meat is stacked and they're on the way. Since Carter made the kill, that means Dix and Ben are the carrying crew; it's an old family tradition. At least they're going back with meat this time, otherwise their dad would be pissed. Walking across the big field with rifles slung across their backs, Ben and Dixon's hands are full of branches holding about 110lbs. of meat. Dixon is in the lead, and Ben, carrying the back end, is unable to see where they're walking. Dixon sucks in his breath and cusses; Ben finds out why a couple of seconds later when his left foot drops off into a hole deep enough to fill his boot with ice-cold water. "What an asshole," he mutters to himself; Dix's head snaps back in his direction. Ben bites his tongue. If he calls Dix out for not warning him, Dixon will blame him for not paying attention so he just keeps his mouth shut and slogs on fuming in silence.
Back at the four-wheelers, Ben leans against a tree to empty his bladder before sitting down to take his boot off and empty about a pint of water from the soggy thing while his brothers are loading the meat onto the ATV racks. He glares at Dixon as he pulls his sock off and wrings it out as much as he can, then puts it all back on for the ride home. Dixon doesn't care a whit that Ben is pissed at him, which Ben reckons is understandable since Dixon's an asshole. Bennett's never been able to work out why Dixon seems to hate him so much; it doesn't make any sense. There'd never been any bad blood between them that he could remember. Only 10 months separates Dixon and Ben, but Dixon acts like Bennett's a little pissy-pants kid. Ben turned 13 on September 28th, and Carter turned eighteen on September 30th. Dixon will be 15 on November 26th.
"You okay over there, Benny?" Carter asks, picking up on the steaming anger from his little brother.
"I'll live" Ben replies sharply; he already knows the routine, if he complains, Carter will say something to Dixon, but later Ben would be the one to pay for it. They mount up on the ATVs and start back up the trail to the cabin. Ben hangs back as he can tell that the asshole in front of him is deliberately going through mudholes trying to drench him.
Jake, their dad, hears the ATV motors and walks outside to meet them as they drive up; from the lumps on their racks, he can tell their hunt was successful. Between the meat in the two freezers and the hard work canning fruits and vegetables for the last two months, they will have enough to make it most, If not all, of the winter. When the Ute trader-man comes again they'll probably have enough extra meat to trade for flour and other staples.
"Maggie, it looks like a pretty good haul" he says kicking the door open, as they carry the venison inside. Mom has the kitchen decked out into a makeshift butcher shop. She and the oldest daughter Sandy dig in and start cutting the big chunks of meat into smaller cuts and package them for the freezer. Meanwhile Laura is finishing up breakfast on the stove. The table is occupied with the butchering and wrapping so the boys take their plates and sit by the fireplace to eat. Ben sets his plate on the bench and takes off his wet boot and sock and hangs them by the fire to dry; all the while glaring at Dixon.
"Boys, when you're done with breakfast, I want you guys to go with me to check the traps. Standing Wolf should be here in the next day or so, and he'll be wanting pelts and jerky" Jake told them. Ben heaved a heavy sigh, no way his boot and sock would be dry by the time he got done eating. He looked over at the wet items and then back over at Dixon, the asshole glared at him and mouthed the word `pussy'. Jake figured they most likely really had enough, but he'd learned a long time ago that bodies full of testosterone with nothing to do can lead to brawls; he and his own brother were proof of that, so he found things to keep the boys busy and work off some of their excess energy. When Ben gets done, he takes his plate and fork into the kitchen and pumps a little water to rinse the plate off and goes ahead and washes it. He tries to save his sister's a little work when he can. He goes back to his seat by the fire and pulls on his not-as-damp sock and pulls it on and then the boot. He hurries outside when he hears the ATVs crank back up. Dad is on one, Carter has tools and a stack of bags onboard with him, so that means he'll have to double up with Dixon. Heavy sigh again as he gets on and presses himself up against his brother's back.
In the narrow end of the box canyon, they stop and get off to check the traps. The proximity to another warm body, even though its Dixon, had made Ben stiff in his camos. He pulls at his pants as he gets off the ATV, trying to point it downward and make it less obvious. Dixon catches him as he's getting off and whispers "faggot". Dad and Carter have already taken off toward the west end of the trap line, so now the two are stuck together to work the from the east end back to the middle. Dix takes off at a fast pace and Ben runs to keep up with him.
"Why do you hate me so much?" Ben asks him as they walk the well beaten trail.
"Well, you're a pussy who everybody thinks is better than me for one thing. Maybe I should tell them about what you and Micah get into over in Peterson's barn" comes Dixon's verbal assault. At the end of the summer, Dixon had been sent over to Peterson's to bring Bennett home, when he found the two boys hiding out between some hay bales in the barn. Ben was bent over a bale on an old horse blanket and Micah was bent over his back with his milky white ass flexing as he pounded Dixon's little brother. What Dix didn't know is if he'd come a few minutes earlier, he would have seen the scene reversed; Ben went first.
"What's any of that to you?" Bennett asked.
"It's just not right, that's all" Dixon said, speeding up his pace and effectively ending the conversation. That was the problem Ben encountered whenever he tried to fix things with Dix; Dixon simply wouldn't have the conversation, he'd just stomp off. The two walked along quietly, each with his own thoughts. Dixon was thinking maybe he should tell his parents about Ben and Micah, but he knew if he said anything Ben would damn sure tell about the time he found Dixon by the creek with Micah's brother Jamie. That was different, he thought, it was just one time, trying out stuff. There wasn't any love or anything when we sucked each other; we just made a deal to try it on each other, and a deal's a deal. Anyway, Ben and Micah were supposed to be in the barn playing, that's where we left them, why did they have to show up at the creek. Ben is always fucking something up for me. The more he thought about it, the madder he got toward Bennett.
It's not right? Bennett repeated in his mind, then why were you doing the same stuff? Calling me names for doing stuff me and Micah only knew about from seeing you and Jamie. Go ahead and tell on me, you won't like how that turns out. But even in his thoughts, Ben couldn't be as mean as Micah. No, I actually probably wouldn't say anything. Carter always says its best to mind your own business, you can go crazy trying to mind everybody else's. I just wish I could make him sit down and talk about it, maybe he would finally understand. I like Micah the way he likes that girl Kenzie Sims now. I don't know why he thinks he should be happy, but nobody else should.
They reached the far end of the trap line and start back. The first three are empty. There's beaver in the fourth one but something's already been eating it, from the prints it looks like a grizzly; the boys go on high alert from this point onward. As they get back to the ATVs, they're only carrying two beavers, it looks like dad and Carter haven't fared any better. They skin the animals and start back toward the cabin. The bumpy ride and the closeness on the ATV always makes Ben hard; he can feel his peter poking into Dixon's back. When they get to a big hump in the trail Dixon's had enough and shoots an elbow backward knocking Ben off the four-wheeler. He rolls and lands in a mudhole. Dixon doesn't even slow down. They were almost home, so it's a short walk for Ben who's not only pissed off at being pushed off the ATV, but also freezing cold and soaked to the skin with ice cold muddy water. He catches up with Dixon before his brother has had time to get off the ATV. Ben reaches out and grabs the hood of Dixon's sweatshirt and drags him off onto the ground where he jumps on top of him and starts punching every open spot he can find. Once Dixon is over the surprise of the attack, he uses his extra weight and height to gain advantage over Ben and begins to take out his anger on him. Carter runs over and breaks them up. Dixon walks away with just a few bruises; Ben stands by Carter, blowing blood out of his nose and holding his ribs.
"What was that all about?" Carter asked.
"He's an asshole!" Ben answered, breaking away from Carter and going into the house. Ben was headed for the stairs when his dad intercepted him and turned him around.
"You'll wait until he's done" Jake told him, "The two of you need to be separated for a while."
"But, dad, I'm soaking wet. He pushed me off into a mudhole." Jake seemed to just notice that Ben was dripping both muddy water and blood from his nose all over the floor.
"Go strip in the laundry room, you can wrap a towel around yourself" his dad tells him. Dixon is always saying that I get preferential treatment, but who's having to dry off in the laundry room and sit around in a towel? Ben thinks.
"Here. Take this with you" his mother says, handing him a pan of warm water and a bar of soap wrapped in a washcloth. The so-called laundry room is a crude unheated shack behind the cabin. Bennett closes the door behind him and turns on the single LED light hanging from the ceiling. The button-front shirt comes off easy; the camo pants take more effort as they stick to his legs. He has to sit bare-ass on the wooden table to pull the legs free and get them off his feet. It hasn't gotten cold enough for long johns and winter is the only time he wears underwear; they're just extra clothes to wash in the summer, unnecessary. He finally wrangles the pants free and tosses them in the pile and starts pulling the tee-shirt over his head to add it to the rest of his outfit. Last of all he throws the filthy socks into the pile.
Before the water gets completely cold, he grabs a cup from the table and pours some of the water over his head, rinsing away the mud. The trickle of the water down his back give him goosebumps. He takes the pan bath quick as possible and rinses off with the remaining water, then picks up one of the folded towels from the shelf to dry off. Looks like a few more hairs came in under my arms, then looking downward, more around there too. Last minute, he remembers what dad says about washing under his foreskin. He's already used the warm water so he gets some from the rain barrel and rinses the head of his pecker with the ice-cold water, making it shrink more than it already had. He wraps the towel around his waist and tucks it in and prepares to make a dash for the back door and into the cabin.
Upstairs in the boys' bedroom, Dixon is appraising his condition. I can't believe that little pussy got the jump on me. First, he acts all innocent, asking `why do you hate me?' then he's getting off rubbing his dick on my back. Looking in the mirror, Dixon can see his skin is already turning color around his ribs. He has to admit Ben is closing in him in size and strength and judging from the way the lump riding his crack felt on the ATV, he was probably catching up down there too. Dix put on a clean shirt; the pants still looked okay; they could wait till later to be cleaned. He straightened up and went back downstairs.
"Dix, why the hell did you push Ben into that mudhole?" Dad asked angrily.
"He was bothering me" was all Dixon would say. Jake shook his head. "You two are on laundry detail tomorrow morning. If you can roll around and get stuff dirty from fighting, you can damn sure wash them clean too."
"You said I could go over and see Kenzie" Dixon whined.
"Should have thought of that before you picked that fight, shouldn't you?" Jake said.
"Can I go over now? There's still plenty of daylight" Dix asked. Jake thought about it a minute.
"Two hours. That includes travel time" he told Dixon.
As soon as Dix was out the front door, Ben came in the back. He sulked over to the bench by the fireplace and started to sit down. Jake told him to go up and get dressed, Dix was gone now, so he climbed the steps and went in to get some clean clothes out of his footlocker. An old pair of jeans and a tee-shirt will probably be okay for now, he thought. He pulled on some socks and went back down to the living room and this time sits down on the couch next to his dad.
"It's high time that you and Dix settle whatever beef the two of you are harboring with each other, Benny" Jake says to him.
"Yes, sir. I wish we could. I don't know how to make up with him. I really don't know why he stays so mad at me all the time" Ben says.
"Me and Carter are going out to fix that break in the fence line. You don't need to get dirty again. Why don't you go with your ma and the girls over to Peterson's? They got to pick up some milk and eggs. While the hens talk you could go visit with Micah" Jake suggested. Bennett nodded. "Take the 9mm with you, in case you run into any trouble" Jake added. He doubted there would be any problems between here and Peterson's but you never knew these days.
"My jacket's wet, I had it on when I went in the mud puddle" Ben said.
"You can use that old green one of mine" Carter said.
Jake went upstairs and pulled the jacket out of the closet. It smelled like Carter, it made him feel calm. When he came back downstairs, the men were already gone. Maggie got the keys to the old Ford diesel, they all piled into the truck. Mom and Sandra got the front, he was in the back with Laura. It was only about 15 or 20 minutes to the Peterson's, less if you were walking through the woods like he usually did. Deborah Peterson heard the loud diesel pulling up and came out to greet her guests. Micah appeared in the doorway behind her. As the women settled in to catch up on gossip, Ben and Micah took off for their hiding place.
Ben assured Micah that nobody would be looking for him today, Dixon was with Kenzie. Micah said Jamie and his dad were in town getting a part for the hay baler. They sidled though the narrow space to the back corner where they'd made a tunnel under the bales and a small warm space to handle their business. As soon as they got inside, Bennett's hands were busy unbuttoning and unzipping Micah's pants in the light of the battery lantern. When Micah's peter cleared the placket, it stood almost straight up toward his belly. Ben pulled it down and slid the foreskin back; the smell of unwashed dick hit him and he instantly went hard. He sucked the boy's tool into his mouth and partway down his throat in his excitement. Micah was busy opening Ben's jeans to get to what he wanted. He skinned the slimy pole but disappointedly said "You smell like soap."
"Sorry" Ben said before he went back down on Micah's rod and buried his nose in the small patch of soft hair waiting at the bottom. Micah seemed to get over his disappointment and began bobbing up and down on Ben's penis as fast as he could until Ben pushed him away; he was about to cum and didn't want to, at least not this soon. He slipped off the old second-hand tennis shoes he'd put on while his boots were drying, and slipped the jeans the rest of the way off and sat them aside. Micah did the same. Next came both boy's shirts; now they were naked but for their socks. Ben's hand started toward Micah's butt, but Micah stopped him and told him it wasn't clean, tomorrow is bath day. Undeterred, Ben picked up the lantern and held it up by Micah's rear end, assessing the situation. He didn't see any actual shit or anything, it looked okay. He leaned in for a quick lick; a little tangy but not gross; he got busy eating Micah's hole. Micah saw he was having trouble holding the lantern and keeping the cheeks pulled apart, so he reached back with both his hands and pulled his ass open for Ben. Ben rewarded him by sticking saliva covered fingers into his back door. Micah tensed up a second, then pushed back and let the fingers slide in until the hand they were connected to was touching his taint.
Ben stretched him for a good while, twisting and turning the fingers and spreading them apart before adding a third one. Micah pushed Ben onto his back and straddled his hips, then spit into his hand and added the spit to his hole before sitting on Ben, taking in all five inches he had to offer. Ben and Micah were young, healthy, horny teenagers so as Micah made frenzied movements on Ben's pole, Ben grabbed Micah's peter and jacked him, matching Micah's pace. It didn't take them long to get the results they were after. Micah squeaked when Ben slammed up into his hole and started shivering. He took control of his dick from Ben and jacked it lightning fast before Ben's pecker was able to start getting soft.
"Keep fucking me until I get there" he told Ben. Ben obliged, even though the sperm was coming out around his shaft and getting his crotch all wet. A couple of minutes hard work and he felt Micah's but muscles clamping on him as the fiery-hot pulses of semen shot out of Micah's peter onto his stomach. Micah slumped forward and kissed Ben's neck and inhaled the faint odor coming from under Ben's arms; his dick lurched one more time. He sat back and dug between the bales until he found the old rag they'd hidden and cleaned them both up. The quickly got dressed and went back out into the barn. It was a good thing; they'd only been back out sitting on the bench by the horse stalls a minute when Laura came in telling Ben that mom's ready to go.
"Okay, I'm coming" Ben said, and waited until Laura walked out to turn around and give Micah a big kiss.
"I'll see you again soon" Ben told Micah.
"I'll walk to the truck with you" Micah said. While Sandra and Laura were arranging the stuff mom had bartered for, Ben took the opportunity to jump into the front seat. Sandra rolled her eyes but just casually got into the back.
"For a boy who was supposed to be washing himself earlier, you sure do smell" Maggie said as she got in the truck.
"Sorry, mom. I'll do a better job next time" he said, smiling inwardly.
Lambodara 6/30/21
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