BROKEN
By Wes Leigh
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On Saturday, Poppa calls Carson, Monty and me over after we
finish the morning chores. Poppa is frowning and shaking his head from side to
side, looking like he's got bad news to share. "Boys, I know you've all been
working hard this week. Monty and Truman have been running their butts off
training the horses, then taking care of small jobs around here for me while I
work down at the river. And Carson's been helping me every spare hour he can
after school."
I don't know where this is going, but from the sound of it,
we're in for a long day of hard work. When you live on a farm, there's never a
day when you aren't doing chores. The animals have to be fed and cared for
every morning and evening. Saturday is usually a day when Poppa tries to
squeeze in an extra long day, since he has Carson and
me home from school to help. And now with Monty here, Poppa's probably planning
to spend all day down in the river bottom, putting in that new pasture.
Poppa sighs dramatically and says, "I really hate doing this
to you boys, but I've gotta ask you all to take today
off and enjoy yourselves." He looks around at the three of us, and a huge smile
spreads across his face.
Carson and I look at each other, realizing that Poppa was
pulling our leg, but we don't care. We're thrilled to hear Poppa's offer. Wow! Having
an extra day to goof off and do whatever we want?
I grab Poppa and give him the biggest hug my skinny arms can
manage. "That's awesome! Thanks, Poppa!"
Poppa pats me on the back and says, "I just figured all of
us could use an extra day off as a reward for the hard work. Your momma and
sister are going shopping. I thought the three of you might enjoy a day down on
the river, fishing or swimming. I plan to sit back in my recliner all day,
smoke my pipe, and catch up on my farming magazines. Got a couple months of
reading to do."
I grin and ask, "Why don't you want to go shopping with the
girls, Poppa?"
Poppa wrinkles his brow and gives me a pretend-astonished
look. "Shopping with your mother means walking through a dozen stores, looking
at a thousand things and putting them all back because they're the wrong color
or the wrong size or too expensive. Women don't shop. They hunt for hours for
the perfect buy. No, son. I don't want to spend the day shopping with the
girls."
We all laugh. I turn to Carson and say, "It's probably a
little cold for swimming. Should we try fishing?"
"Might be a catfish or two left, hiding away under the
riverbank," Carson says with a wink.
I turn to Monty and say, "Carson is the best fisherman in
the county. If there's a fish in the river, he'll catch it."
Carson smiles at me. I'm not exaggerating. He really is the
best fisherman I've ever seen. Carson explains to Monty, "It's just a matter of
using the right bait. Can't beat nightcrawlers."
"You don't use stink bait?" Monty asks.
"Nah," Carson replies. "Why pay for that nasty smelling
stuff when there are nice fat worms in our garden?"
"I'll dig `em up while you get the
fishing poles," I say, running for the barn to find an old tin can. This is
going to be so great!
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I'm carrying my backpack filled with sandwiches and canned
sodas. We'll put the sodas in the river to keep them cold. Monty and Carson are
carrying the fishing poles and the can of worms. We only have the two poles,
but that's okay. We can take turns fishing, and I don't mind if Monty uses my
pole all morning.
Haha, I just realized that could be taken a couple of
different ways.
The morning is bright and sunny. Not a cloud in the sky, so
it could get hot today. Down on the river, it should be cool enough, especially
under a weeping willow. They grow on the banks of the river, spreading their
branches out over the water and creating nice shady spots all along the grassy
riverbank.
It takes us a half hour to reach the river, but only a
minute or two to find the perfect spot. There's a big tree with lots of shade
and a soft layer of grass. Right next to the tree, the river makes a little turn
that forms a shallow, sandy hollow for keeping our sodas cool. Close by are deep
places right up under the riverbank where the fish can hide in the shadows
until we lure `em out.
When we get there and drop all our stuff next to the tree,
Carson says, "Gotta pee." He unzips and flops his cock out and starts sending a
shining arc out over the river.
"Me too," Monty says, moving up next to Carson and pulling
out his own cock.
I squeeze in between them, unzip, and work my dick out into
the open air. My cock is so small compared to theirs, but for some reason it
doesn't bother me this morning. I'm spending the day with my brother and my
boyfriend, and we're all literally hanging out and peeing in the river.
Carson snickers and says, "Hope the catfish don't see that
worm of yours, Truman. Might come leaping out of the water for a bite."
I push against Carson with my shoulder. "They won't. If they
see my worm, they'll see those two snakes you two have and stay down in the
water where they're safe."
We laugh, shake off, and stow our junk back in our pants,
then settle down to the very serious business of fishing.
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I can't think of anything more relaxing and more terrifying
than fishing. It's relaxing most of the time, because you don't do much more
than lie around and wait. Then, when a fish takes the hook, it's terrifying,
because you aren't expecting it and you have to move fast to try to land the
fish before it gets away
I'm not very good at it. Too impulsive, I think. And I drive
Carson crazy by reeling in my line every ten minutes to check to see if the
worm is still there.
About the eighth time I check my hook, I feel something cold
and slimy land on my neck. I reach back and find a worm. Glancing over at
Carson, I see him staring at the river, trying not to laugh. I turn and look at
Monty; he smiles at me and shrugs, as if he has no idea how the worm got there.
I see movement out of the corner of my eye and feel another
worm splatting against the back of my head. I spin quickly and see Carson
turning back to face the river. The can of worms is next to him, turned on its
side. He's having an even harder time not laughing now.
I hand my fishing pole to Monty. "You want to take over for
me, Monty?" I ask.
He takes the pole, but he's watching me to see what I'm
going to do. I stand up and walk back toward the tree and my backpack, acting
like I'm getting out a sandwich or something, but at the last moment, I turn
and rush Carson, jumping on his back and pushing with all my might. He's
sitting on the edge of the river, so the running start is all I need to throw
him off-balance. I give him a good shove and send him tumbling into the water.
Carson lands sideways with a huge splash. He emerges from
the water spluttering and shouting, "Fuck! It's cold!"
I fall to my knees, pointing at him and laughing. "Mess with
me again and see what happens," I yell.
Carson struggles to the riverbank and pulls himself out.
I jump up and run behind Monty. "Don't let him get me," I
plead.
"Hey, this is between you and your brother. Don't get me
involved."
I run behind the willow and watch Carson carefully to see
which direction he's going to go. He doesn't chase me. Instead, he begins
peeling off his wet clothes and hanging them over branches to dry. When he's
down to his underwear, I think that's as far as he'll go, but he strips them
off too and hangs them next to his pants.
My brother has a great body. Muscles on top of muscles. Powerful
arms, massive chest, and a tight six-pack stomach. His cock is pretty big too. He
doesn't seem at all embarrassed to be standing there, butt-naked, in front of
Monty and me. Well, why would he care about me? We see each other naked in the
bathroom all the time. And I suppose, playing football this year, there were
plenty of times he was naked in front of his teammates, so maybe it doesn't
bother him one bit.
He motions for me to come around the tree. "I'm not going to
throw you in the river, Truman. I deserved that for tossing worms on you, so
now we're even."
"I don't believe you," I say, peeking around the tree.
Carson holds up one hand. "I solemnly swear I will not throw
my little brother in the river to get revenge for him shoving me into the
water." He drops his hand. "There. Happy?" He frowns at me, so I don't know if
he's mad about what I've done or upset because I don't
trust him right now.
I walk slowly around the tree, ready to run if Carson makes
one false move. He turns and sits down, shaking his head and slinging water
everywhere.
I sneak up behind Carson, wrap my arms around his wet body,
and say, "I'm sorry, Carson. Are you mad at me?"
"Nah, Squirt," he replies, but then he grabs my arm and
starts tugging on it. Yanking as hard as I can, I try to break free, but Carson
is too strong and jerks me right over his shoulder and into his lap.
I squeal. "NO!" While I'm screaming and twisting and trying
to get away, he grabs my head and rubs my face on his cock. My nose ends up
deep in his wet pubes. "Aarrgh," I shout. "You smell
like stinky river water."
He laughs and lets me go. I struggle to my feet and glare at
him, then we both start laughing. I can't stay mad at him. Never could.
Then I realize something. Carson just rubbed my face all
over his cock, and we're both laughing about it. Shouldn't I be upset or
something? Back in the school showers, when that jerk Clayton pushed his cock
into my hip, it made me furious at first, but it also embarrassed me because I
started to get a boner. Why doesn't this bother me? Technically, what Carson
did was even worse, and it's not upsetting me at all or getting me horny. Instead,
I know that Carson and I are getting closer to each other, as brothers and as
friends. He's starting to treat me as just another of his buddies, and not like
a pesky little kid. It's a nice feeling.
Carson winks at me, picks up his pole and goes back to
fishing, still naked as a jaybird.
I turn to Monty, who didn't help me when Carson was
torturing me. Monty is grinning, looking at the two of us. He seems to think it's
all pretty funny. I give him a dirty look and say, "You should have been on my
side. Just for that, I should grab your hat and throw it in the river."
He raises one eyebrow and replies, "Throwing a cowboy's hat
in a river? Truman, my man, you'd best keep one thing in mind. Your brother may
have promised not to toss you in the water, but I didn't."
He's grinning, but I think he might actually do it. I don't
intend to find out, so I abandon my plans for revenge and decide to get
something to eat. I walk over to the backpack and pull out a sandwich.
"Throw me one of those, Squirt," Carson says.
I take him a sandwich, then offer one to Monty too. We all
three sit down and munch contentedly on our ham sandwiches while Monty and
Carson continue fishing, one wearing his cowboy hat, one wearing nothing at
all.
Carson ends up catching three fish. Monty catches two. I
don't get any, but I don't care. We eat the rest of the sandwiches and sip our
sodas, then sit and talk quietly. It's a great day.
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I must have nodded off, because I feel someone gently
shaking my shoulder, waking me up. I open my eyes and see Monty next to me. He
holds a finger in front of his lips, warning me to be quiet, then he points at
Carson, who's sleeping soundly next to me. Carson is still butt-naked, curled
up on his side, snoring softly.
Monty motions for me to stand up and follow him. We walk
down the river a short distance and find a secluded spot behind some brush,
underneath a big cottonwood tree.
Monty turns to face me and pulls me into a hug, leaning down
to kiss me. I eagerly respond, opening my mouth and kissing him back. I was
hoping for some time alone with him today. I didn't know how it would work out,
with all three of us going fishing. But it looks like Monty had the same idea,
and he's found a way for the two of us to have some fun this morning.
We kiss for less than a minute. Monty pulls back and wiggles
his eyebrows at me. "I want to show you something new, cowboy."
I smile enthusiastically. Whatever Monty has in mind, I'm
eager to try.
He kneels in front of me and unbuckles my belt. I start to
help him, but he playfully slaps my hands away. In seconds, he's unzipped my
jeans, yanked them down to my knees, and pulled my underwear out, revealing my
throbbing boner.
"Does this thing ever get soft?" he whispers, looking up at
me and grinning.
"Not when you keep kissing me," I whisper back, giggling.
He pulls my underwear down to my knees and leans in to kiss
my cock. It's super sexy, and I love it. Then he pulls my hard shaft down so
it's pointing straight ahead and slides it all the way into his mouth in one
quick sucking motion.
I gasp. It's the most incredible feeling I've ever
experienced. I feel his lips touching the base of my cock. I feel his tongue
licking all over the shaft. I feel his throat touching the tip. I want to
scream, `I'm getting my first blowjob!', but instead, I clamp my hand over my
mouth to keep from waking up Carson.
Monty begins sliding his mouth up and down on my cock. It's
amazing. As wonderful as it felt when he jacked me off in the shower, this is a
thousand times better. No. A million.
His lips are soft, but firm. He pauses with just the tip of my
cock in his mouth and uses his tongue to lick all over. My cock is straining,
begging me to push deeper. Monty seems to know that, because he slides his
mouth back down to the base, pushing his lips into my belly. I think the tip of
my cock is actually touching the back of his throat, making him gag just a
little. Hey, I'm long enough to make my boyfriend gag!
My body begins shaking. I'm standing on my tiptoes, arching
my back, pushing my cock as deep into Monty's mouth as I can. When I can't
imagine it feeling any better, Monty pulls off and moves down to my balls,
sucking on first one, then the other. He works them both into his mouth at the
same time. His tongue is poking and prodding. There's barely room in there for
both of them, and they're feeling a bit squished at the moment. It's enjoyably painful.
Monty pulls away slowly, and my balls pop out of his mouth, one at a time. I
groan. This is feeling so good.
He moves back to my cock. It's slippery from top to bottom
with his spit, and he begins sliding his mouth quickly up and down. Every time
his lips slide over my cap, I feel tingles. The tingles begin coming so fast,
one on top of the other, that my cock never has a chance to relax. I feel it
building deep inside, pushing me to the edge. Monty shoves his lips against the
base of my cock and begins sucking. I try to hold back, but there's a powerful
tidal wave of sensation building up deep inside my body. I feel my cum bubbling up and surging into my cock and shooting out
into Monty's mouth. He begins sucking, and it's almost as if Monty is pulling
the cum out of me faster than my body can spew it. My cum pools in the back of
his mouth, and he swallows quickly. I jerk and shake and shoot again, and again.
He swallows everything I have and then places his lips halfway down my cock. He
begins sucking even harder, and I can actually feel the cum being pulled up the
shaft of my cock, out the tip, and into his mouth.
When it becomes so sensitive that I can't take anymore, I
push Monty back. My cock is red and throbbing, and there's a creamy drop on the
tip. Monty leans forward and licks it off. I jump. It's still very touchy. He
places one finger behind my balls and pushes in, moving forward with a milking
stroke, between my balls, up the shaft of my cock, and right to the tip. Another
glob of silvery liquid bubbles out. Monty places his lips right on the tip, as
if he's kissing my cock, and sucks it all up.
He looks up at me and smiles. "How was that?" he whispers.
I lean down and kiss him on the lips. I can taste something
there. A little tangy. Salty? Bitter? It must be my cum. I'm tasting myself! I
kiss him anyway, moaning a little at how excited it makes me feel inside.
When I finally pull away from the kiss, Monty is grinning
happily. "It was that good?" he asks, teasing me because I never actually
answered his first question.
I nod, pull him to his feet, and kneel before him. "It was
incredible, and now it's your turn," I whisper.
"You don't have to—" he says, but I interrupt him.
"I'm not doing it to you because you did it for me. It's not
like that, Monty. I've always wanted to know what it's like to have my cock
sucked, and now you've shown me. And I've always wanted to suck another guy's
cock, and now I'm going to find out what that's like too. I'm probably not
going to be very good this first time, so tell me what to do." I yank his pants
down, pulling the underwear with them, and point his boner at my mouth.
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Fifteen minutes later, we walk back to the weeping willow
where Carson is sleeping.
My mouth is tingling from the taste of Monty's cum. I
swallowed most of it, though there was so much of it that some trickled out of
my mouth and down my chin. Monty licked the extra dribbles off my face, which
didn't seem nasty at all, but even more sexy.
He said I gave him one of the best blowjobs he's ever had. At
first, I thought he was saying it simply to make me happy, but then he reminded
me of all the things I did. Sliding my lips up and down his cock along both
sides and the front. Holding just the tip in my mouth and sucking gently,
poking my tongue in the hole, teasing all around the ridge. Licking his balls
and holding them in my mouth.
I was only repeating what he did to me, but I added a few
extra steps that I thought he'd like, and judging from all the moaning he did,
I think he's right. I think I give great blowjobs.
My body is relaxed now, and I just want to lie down in the
shade and fall asleep. I'm careful getting down on the ground. I don't want to
wake up my naked big brother. Monty stretches out behind me, wraps me in his
arms, and cuddles me until I fall asleep. Which takes about 5.5 seconds.
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I wake up hearing voices. Monty and Carson are talking,
softly, obviously trying to keep their voices down. I think what woke me up was
hearing my name. They're talking about me, and I know it's rude to eavesdrop,
but I think it might be okay this time, because it's about me.
"I hope you don't think I'm a being an overly-protective big
brother," Carson is saying.
"Not at all," Monty responds. "You're watching out for
Truman, and I wouldn't expect anything else from you."
"We haven't always been close, but I love the little
squirt."
"That's obvious, Carson."
"All his life, he's been a small kid, so he's needed my help
and protection. He's still small, but it doesn't seem like he needs me as much
now. He's become more confident and assertive, and I think a lot of that is
because he's spending so much time with you."
"Give yourself some credit, Carson. Teaching him to lift
weights has been a huge confidence booster for him."
"I suppose you're right, but it's also helping that he's
found another gay guy to show him the ropes."
"I really appreciate how cool you're being about that."
I suck in a quick breath, trying
to be as quiet as possible. I can't believe what I've just heard. Carson knows
about me and Monty! And he's fine with it?
Then I hear Carson say something that surprises me, but
explains why he's okay with us being boyfriends. "Monty, you've seen what this
town is like. I've really been worried about Truman, growing up in Hickville, USA, being a gay boy with no one to teach him. I'm
glad you came along, and I'm glad he has you now."
"Wouldn't you rather have him learn from a boy his own age?"
"Nah. Monty, I actually think that would be a bad idea. With
you, I know he'll be safe. I don't have to worry about the other kids finding
out and bullying him. I know you'll be gentle and loving with him. You won't hurt
him. You won't break his heart."
"Thanks, Carson. I'll do my best."
"He needs you, Monty. All the other boys are finding out
about sex the old-fashioned way, from someone like my sister. Where can Truman
go in a small town like ours?"
I hear Monty chuckling, then asking, "What about you,
Carson? How did you learn about the birds and the bees?"
"I was twelve. An older neighbor kid showed me."
"How old was she?"
Now Carson is chuckling. "HE was fifteen."
"Oh, really? Another boy."
"Yeah. He taught me about jacking off and a little about
sucking cock. Turns out he wanted blowjobs because he was too incompetent to
get a girl to do it. And he was manipulative and pushy and made me scared to
even attempt sex for two years. That's why I'm glad Truman has you."
"So are you gay or bi or what?"
"I'm straight," Carson says. "It turns out I was pretty good
at sweet talking the ladies. They thought I was cute, and it wasn't long before
I was the one getting the blowjobs instead of giving them."
"Way to go, stud!"
Carson laughs softly. "Nancy Jo won't give me a blowjob. She
won't even let me touch her boobs. So I reckon she's
the one I'll end up marrying one day."
I'm shocked to hear this, and I gasp softly. Apparently,
they don't notice, because they keep talking. I keep my eyes squeezed shut,
pretending to be asleep. I want to hear more!
"Yeah," Carson says. "I haven't had a good blowjob since I
started dating Nancy Jo. I figure I need to stay faithful to her, if we're gonna get married one day."
"I bet you miss the blowjobs," Monty says.
"Sure. I have to admit I'd love to get one." Carson pauses,
then I hear him say, "With you being gay, I've been thinking about asking you
to help me out. You know, give me a quick blowjob. I don't think I'd be
cheating on Nancy Jo if another guy sucked my cock."
What!? I can't believe what I'm hearing. No way am I letting
my boyfriend give Carson a blowjob! I open my eyes and sit up quickly, only to find
both of them looking at me, grinning.
Carson laughs and says, "Don't you know it's rude to listen
in on a private conversation?"
I wrinkle my nose and say, "It's not very private when
you're sitting three feet away, talking so loud you wake up someone who is
trying to sleep."
Carson looks at Monty. They smile at each other, then launch
themselves in my direction. I squeal and start scrambling to get away, but they
get to me before I can move very far. Carson, still butt-naked, grabs my legs
and begins tickling my knees and thighs. Monty grabs my shoulders and holds me
down, licking my nose and cheeks.
"STOP IT!" I scream. "Let me go, you fuckers."
"Is he allowed to say that word?" Monty asks.
Carson shakes his head. "Absolutely not." He grabs my balls
and squeezes gently.
"Ow!" I shout. "Let go of my nuts."
"You didn't say please," Carson responds, squeezing a little
harder.
"HEY, okay. Let go of my nuts ... PLEASE!"
Carson releases my ball sack, but he holds on to my legs,
refusing to let me up. And then he pinches my cock, laughing.
Monty stops licking my face and leans down to kiss me. Suddenly,
I don't feel like struggling to get away any more. His tongue probes my mouth. I
respond, touching his tongue with my own, wrestling with him, inviting him
deeper into my mouth.
Carson chuckles as he comments, "Ewww
... boys kissing."
Monty pulls away and turns to look at Carson. "What's wrong
with that?" he asks.
"Yeah," I add. "I've had to watch you and Nancy Jo sucking
face for six months, so it won't kill you to watch Monty kissing me."
"But you're using tongues and everything," Carson says,
grinning.
I roll my eyes at Carson. "I'm pretty sure you kiss Nancy Jo
with your tongue."
"True," Carson replies. "Well, go ahead then. Show me how
it's done."
Monty leans back in and presses his mouth into mine. I close
my eyes and melt underneath him. He's doing all the kissing, all the thrusting.
I'm letting him in, sucking on his tongue, enjoying the taste of him inside my
mouth. When we finally stop, I sigh and breathe slowly in and out.
Carson grunts, "Wow. I'll, ummm,
go for a walk and give you two some privacy." He releases my legs and stands
up. His cock is jutting out a little more than normal. Is he getting a boner? He
grabs his underwear and jeans off the tree branch where they've been drying and
starts walking along the river.
I turn back to Monty and pull him down for another kiss. This
time, I'm the one thrusting my tongue into his mouth, and he's the one sucking,
drawing out the sweet taste of my tongue.
I close my eyes again, thinking, `This has been a great day.
A great, great, GREAT day!'
The end of BROKEN, Chapter Fifteen