Taking Care of Brady

by: Peter

(© 2011 by the Author)
 

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Frank Bauer had just sat down to his third and last cup of coffee before going out to do chores.  Breakfast dishes were shoved aside to a corner of the table, along with last night’s paper.  There was no morning paper at that early hour so Frank always saved the evening paper to read over coffee in the morning. Not much in it, as usual.  The third cup of coffee was for just thinking.  He looked up at the sound of footsteps on the porch, wondering who could be calling at that hour. It was barely five o’clock.  He responded to the knock with a loud, “Come in.”  It didn’t matter who it was.  The screen door squeaked then the door opened.  There was John Baines, his hired hand.

“John, you’re not due here for two hours. Something wrong?”

“Well, you could say that, maybe,” John said.

“Sit down, I’ll get you some coffee,” Frank said. His chair scraped across the floor as John drew up another chair to sit down. Frank poured the coffee and set the cup in front of him, then sat down again. There was a moment’s quiet pause.

“Well, what is it?” Frank asked.

John wrapped his big hands around the cup and stared at it for a moment.  Then as he looked up, he said,  “Frank, this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.”

“What?” Frank asked, with a worried scowl.  “You’re not quitting on me, are you, John?”

“No, nothing like that.  You can’t get rid of me that easy, although you might wanta fire me after hearing what I’ve got to say.”

“Can’t imagine what it could be that’d make me wanta get rid of you, John.”

There was another pause.

“Are you going to tell me or not?”

“It’s about your boy, Brady.”

“What about Brady?  Nothing’s happened to him, hell, he’s upstairs in bed.”

“Well….you might wanta check on that, Frank,” John said.

Frank reared back with a bewildered frown.

“What?….what’re you trying to tell me, John? What’s going on?  You better come out with it.”

“First, I’d like for you to go up and check to see if he is in his room.”

“All right,” Frank said, rising slowly from his chair.

John waited while Frank went to check.  He knew from the look on Frank’s face when he returned that the boy wasn’t in his room.

“He’s not there,” Frank said, his voice deep, but hollow, filled with worry. “His bed looks like it's been slept in but he’s not in it. What’s going on, John. Where is he? Nothing’s happened to him, has it? He’s not been hurt….you better come out with and tell me right fast.”

“No, he’s not been hurt, not in that sense anyway. It’s the things he’s been doing that I don’t think you would approve of.”  He held up a restraining hand to Frank when the man started to say something.  “I’m getting to it, just let me get it out.  You know that crew of college boys that Asa Brown has hired on for the summer.”

“Yeah,” Frank said, nodding.

“Well, I guess you could say they’re not entirely at fault, except they’re all older than Brady.  But Brady’s egging them on.”

“You better get to specifics and details pretty fast, John,” Frank said quietly. “How is he egging them on, to do what?”

He goes back in the woods next to where those boys are working. You know your woods wraps around a lot of Asa’s field, and the creek runs right close to the fence line in places. Brady goes back there and takes his clothes off and goes swimming.  I know, there’s nothing wrong with skinny dipping, every boy in the county does it.  But the days they’re working not close to the creek, he goes right up to the fence and takes his clothes off. That get’s their attention, you can understand that.  Well, they, uh….they climb the fence….sometimes Brady climbs the fence and goes over to them, and they….”  He stopped to take in a deep breath then let it out in a loud sigh.  “They have sex with him.”

The silence that followed was near deafening.  Both men sat with their hands wrapped around their coffee cups.

John waited for Frank to say something; for some reaction of any kind. He became worried when Frank didn’t say or do anything. Finally, Frank got up from the table and got the coffee pot from the stove.  He poured them both more coffee then sat down.

John didn’t want the coffee, he wanted Frank to say something. They didn’t look at each other the whole time after John had finished speaking. Finally, when Frank had sat back down, he glanced over at him. Frank was looking at him.

“What’re they doing?” Frank asked quietly.

“What guys like that do together….they….he….he sucks their cocks.  I’ve seen him use his tongue in their asses.  They’re fucking him.”

Frank’s head dropped a little.

“I’m sorry as hell to be the one to tell you this, Frank.  I pondered not saying anything, but I knew if you found I knew about it and didn’t say anything…..”

“I’m glad you came and told me, John. I don’t like what you said, but I’m glad you were man enough to come to me.”

“I’m really sorry, Frank, but I thought you needed to know so you could do something about it.  I mean, it don’t matter to me if your boy’s got a preference for boys, but those are college guys, they’re older than him.  What is he fifteen, sixteen? These guys are easily nineteen, twenty, maybe older.”

“He just turned fifteen,” Frank said.

John let out his breath and pushed his coffee cup aside a few inches.  “Well, I think I’ll pass on the second cup and get on back home.  I’ll be back on time.” He was at the door when Frank stopped him.

“When does this happen, John?  What time of day? And where is he right now, do you know?” Frank asked.

“It happens various times of the day.  And sometimes at night.  I don’t know exactly where he is, where they go, but I know he meets them along the road at night, he gets in their car and they drive off, I guess after you’ve both gone to bed and he thinks you’re asleep. I’m surprised he’s out this late, I would think he would’ve sneaked back in before time for you to get up.”

Frank nodded, staring at the table.

“Listen, John, you take the day off, with pay. I don’t think we’d get much work done today anyway. I have to deal with this.”

“I hate to do that, Frank.  Just tell me what you want done, I can work by myself.”

“No, you take it off. Enjoy a long weekend. I’ll see you Monday.”

“Well….all right.”

“One more thing, John.  I really have to go to that auction next month.  I hate to leave the boy  home by himself….hell, I can’t, now…..I wonder if you would be willing to take him in for three days.”

“Sure, he can come stay with me.”

“Thanks.  You keep him in tow.”

Frank sat staring at the table for a long time after John left.  Then he got up and moved the coffee pot off the pilot light where it was keeping warm. He quickly cleared the table and washed off the dishes and put them away, then ran cold water in the coffee pot so it wouldn’t be still warm. When he had the kitchen as if it had not been used, he turned the lights out and headed out to the barn.  Not to work, but to wait. He turned on a light that could be seen.

He didn’t have to wait long before he saw Brady walking fast toward the house, in the pasture alongside the lane. There was lots of brush and vines growing on the fence that he could hide behind.  When he reached the yard he made a dash to the porch, slowed to take the steps one at a time and then tiptoed across the porch. He eased the doors open and slipped inside.  No lights came on.  Frank waited twenty minutes or so before he went back to the house.

He set about making breakfast, making plenty of noise with the coffee pot and skillets.  It was twenty minutes or so before young Brady appeared, in his shorts, stretching and yawning. 

“Brady,” Frank said.  “You get a good night’s sleep?”

“I always sleep like a baby, except when you’re in the kitchen. You make an awful lot of noise, Dad.”

“That’s on purpose, to wake you up,” Frank said. “You wanta set the table?”

“Sure.”

They chatted about mundane things, about what they had to do that day, and Frank told him that he’d given John the day off.

“That’s nice of you. With pay, I hope.  John’s a good worker, and an all around nice guy. I like him.”

“Yeah, I’m paying him,” Frank said.

As they sat down to the table, and the conversation continued, Frank began to feel sick at his stomach with the boy sitting to his left. It was hard to accept that he was so sneaky and deceptive, and worse that he was so good at it, had pulled it off.   Frank tried not to think about what John had told him, but when he looked at his son, his cute-becoming-handsome face, he couldn’t help imagine those full lips wrapped around and sliding up and down on the college boys’ cocks. Or pressed into their butts, and his tongue touching their asses.  He wasn’t able to block out the images of the boy bent over, or perhaps lying on his back like a girl, while the college men fucked him.  It was almost more than he could take, but he managed to gulp down his second breakfast, bite by bite. 

As they were straightening up the kitchen, he was so close to tearing into the boy and exposing the truth, but he would bide his time.  He needed to see it with his own two eyes. He wanted to catch them, because Brady wasn’t the only one he was going to nail.  He was going to nail those college men. Brady was at fault, but they were more at fault for taking advantage of a boy so young.

***

John came to pick Brady up shortly after his dad left. They did the chores then John took them out to eat before they drove back to his place to do his chores.  It started to rain and they got soaked.

"You better get out of those wet clothes," John said.

"Guess I'd better change," Brady said as he went into the house, carrying his bag. 

"No need to if you don't want to, there's just you and me here," John said. "You can just dry off."

"All right."

"I was going up to bed anyway, since we've already eaten. I usually go to bed to watch TV or read. If you want to stay up and watch TV, that's okay. Your room is the second one past my room. You'll see the bathroom."

"I guess I'll stay up for a little bit then and see what's on," Brady said.

"Well, good night then, I'll see you in the morning."

He spent a few minutes flipping channels but then decided to go on up to bed. He was disappointed with the rain; that meant the college guys wouldn't be working. He wouldn't be there if they were, having to stay with John. He would just have to tough it out and do without. He loved having sex with those studs.  He was getting addicted to it. So much so that he barely thought anymore about having sex with a girl.

Upstairs, he stopped at John's door. John was sitting up in bed watching television.

"Your room is right next door," John said.  "Unless you're afraid of storms, you can crawl in here with me."

"I'm not afraid of storms, but do you want me to sleep with you?"

"I wouldn't mind," John said.

Brady went into the room.  "Wow, two TVs."

"Yeah, one of them is for porn."

"Are you shittin' me?"

"Why don't you jump in here and find out?"

"Heck, yeah, if you're sure it's okay."

"I invited you, didn't I?"

Brady quickly stripped down to his shorts. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.  He would've never dreamed it of John, but if things were like they looked maybe he wouldn't be doing without for three days after all.

"You can lose the shorts too if you want. I sleep naked," John said.

"Great. So do I at home."

The other TV was coming on, with the sounds of sex. Brady crawled in beside the older man, his eyes fixed on the TV.  They lay side by side, eyes glued to the television except for furtive side glances.  Brady's cock came to life fast, lifting up from his balls to swing out over his hip then upward and seconds later it was throbbing across his stomach. He laid his hand on it as if to hide it.

John chuckled.  "No need to be embarrassed about that, I'm gonna have one too in a minute.  Don't be afraid to give it some attention."

"I was wondering if you would care."

"Nope. Perfectly normal thing to do. Especially for a boy your age."

Brady watched out of the corner of his eye to see if John really was going to get a hardon.  Even before it was fully hard, he was surprised when John started pulling on it.  He looked over at Brady with a smile.

"Takes a little longer for me cause I'm so big," he said.

"I can see you're already bigger than me and you're not even hard yet," Brady said.

Suddenly John turned off the TV and leaned over and turned the lamp down low.

"Look, Brady, I know about you and those college guys."

"You...do!" His mouth flew open and his eyes got big.

"Yeah, I've seen you.  So why don't we make our own porn."

"You mean....?"

"I mean you do for me what you do for those college guys,"

Brady's eyes lit up.  "Heck, yeah!  You've got a lot bigger cock than any of those guys."

"One thing I never saw....have any of those guys ever fucked you?" It was a lie--he had seen them--but he wanted to bring up fucking.

"Yeah, lots of times.  But I would like to feel this big hunk of horse meat shoved in my ass."

"You will," John said as he reached out with his hand around the back of the boy's head.  "But first I want you to get me off this way, then I can fuck you for hours. I last a lot longer after my first cum."

"You just need to take it easy at first," Brady said as he took hold of the man's cock and leaned over him.

"If you've been getting it from all of those guys, it's just a matter of opening the hole up a little more," John said.

"Man, this is gonna open it up a LOT more," Brady said as he stroked the huge cock.  "Probably drill me a whole new asshole."

"So how about getting down there and giving me some head, then I'll start drilling."

Brady leaned over the man and took his cock in his mouth.

"You eat cum, don't you?" John asked as the boy started sucking him.

"Fuck, yeah, I don't like to waste a drop."

John lay with his head propped up on the pillows and watched the boy's head bobbing up and down, watched his cock disappearing with a steady rhythm in his mouth and listened to his slurping moans. He was good.  He was more than good.  And he was experienced.  He quickly figured out just what made John groan with pleasure, and he seemed to sense when to back off or slow down to let him last longer. He did it so many time that John couldn't take it anymore. He took hold of the boy's head and raised it up just so his mouth couldn't touch his cock.  Brady looked up at him, confused.

"You gotta stop edging me, you're driving me crazy.  Let me cum, fucker," he told him.

"Is that what it's called when you make a guy hold off; edging?"

John laughed.  "Fuck, I don't believe you're so good at something you don't even know what it's called. Yeah, edging; when you keep a guy right on the edge but don't let him cum."

"If I let you cum, will you fuck me?"

"I'll fuck your brains out," John said.  "I'll drill you a new asshole, like I said."

It was a hard cum, followed by a short rest, followed by a near brutal fuck that made the boy squeal and cry out and whimper with pleasure. They were lying in the aftermath, letting the ceiling fan cool their sweaty bodies.

"Damn, Brady, I don't know how a boy your age knows how to do the stuff you do."

"I don't think a boy my age knows or learns it till he knows he wants it," Brady said.

"When did you know?" John asked.  "When did  you start messing around with other guys....men or boys?"

"I was nine the first time I had sex with another boy from school," Brady said.  "We hid out in a corner of the playground, behind some big boulders, hidden by some bushes."

"What'd it consist of that first time?"

"I sucked the other boy's cock for him.  He didn't do anything back that first time  He always wanted me to do him.  After a few times I told him I wouldn't do him anymore unless he did me, too.  After that we did sixty nine all the time."

"Hell, at nine, you weren't even able to cum, were you?"

"No, that happened when I was twelve.  My first load shot right in the other boy's mouth.  He didn't know what was happening, but he kept right on sucking and he even swallowed it before he sort of came out of his daze and asked what happened."

"Listen, Brady....I oughta tell you, your Dad knows about you and those college guys, too."

He sat up, wide-eyed.  "Did you  tell him??!!"

"Didn't have to. He's seen you with them," he lied. "So you can probably expect to be hearing from him about it. That's the reason you're staying with me, so you wouldn't go hog wild while he was gone."

"Oh, Shit! He's got all this time to think about what he's gonna do to me. He's gonna kill me."

"I don't think so. He might kill the college guys, but you're his son.  Dad's have a way of understanding their sons."

"I hope you're right."

"You know, I ought to feel guilty, taking advantage of your Dad's trust.  He left you in my charge and here I am having sex with you.  You won't tell him, will you?"

"No, or course not.  As long as we keep on doing it," he added with a sly grin. 

"If that's all it takes to keep your mouth shut......" 

***

"Asa, I wanta borrow your truck," Frank told his neighbor

"All right....but Geezuss!  What're you doing with the gun?"

"That bunch of college boys you've got working for you, they've been messing around with my son.   I want to drive your truck back and surprise them.  They'll think it's you."

"Yeah, sure, but geezuss, don't shoot 'em.  You're not going to shoot 'em, are you?"

"No, I just intend to scare the BeJeezuss out of them. Make 'em thank God they've still got their balls."

He drove back to the field.  The young men were laughing as they sat in the shade of the tractor drinking water. They were still smiling as they saw Asa's pickup approach.  Till they saw someone not Asa get out of the truck with a shotgun. They all jumped to their feet, scared white.

"What the hell.....who are you?" one of them asked.

He walked toward them with the shotgun up and aimed.

"Don't spread apart, I can reload this thing faster than you can blink an eye," he warned. "All of you stand away from the machinery. If I decide to fire this thing, I don't want to mess up Asa's machinery."

"Who the fuck are you?  What do you want?  We don't have any money."

"I don't want your money.  You know that young boy you guys have been fucking and messing around with?  That's my son."

"Oh, Shit!'

"Oh, Godd!"

"Godd, no!"

"Please, mister, don't shoot. We were only having some fun with him. We didn't mean any harm. We didn't hurt him."

"I know you didn't hurt him. He's the one who kept coming back for more.  But he's underage, and he's my son, and you all should've known better."

"We did know better. And we shouldn't have done it, but he kept coming on to us.  We finally gave him what he wanted."

"Yeah, you said yourself he came back for more."

"That's no excuse. I could have you all arrested. But since he's partly to blame, I'm not going to bring the law into it."

"That's smart, because it would drag his name through the mud along with ours."

"Don't get smart with me. I'm doing the talking," Frank barked.  "I'm doing the deciding. I could blow your balls off and no jury would convict me. Now I want all of you to strip down to your bare asses and toss your clothes in a pile over there.  Take out your wallets first and toss them to me."

None of them moved.  They just stood looking at each other.

"Don't even think about it, fuckers.  I can have your brains blown clear across the fuckin' county before you take a step.  I wouldn't aim for your heads, though, I would blow your balls off first.  Now your wallets!  Then strip!! Now!!!"

They scrambled to dig out their wallets and toss them at his feet then they began undressing, hurriedly, and tossing their clothes in a pile.  When they were all naked he pointed gun at the short, muscular one. 

"You, on your knees."   The young man slowly went to his knees with his hands in the air.  "Put your hands down, I'm not gonna execute you."  He aimed the gun at one of the taller ones, with a lean, muscular build and an oversized swinging cock. "You, step over there and feed him your cock. He's gonna give you a blowjob."

He hesitated a few seconds then moved over in front of his friend.  "Man, I'm sorry I have to do this," he said as he lifted his thick cock out for his buddy.

"Don't be sorry," Frank said. "You're gonna get your turn to return the favor."

He made them all suck each other.  He thought about making them fuck one another but he didn't want to take the time for them to recuperate.  He did make them all take cum in their mouths and swallow. Only one of them managed to get it down without gagging.  One of them threw up his lunch along with the cum.

Frank took out a book of matches and tossed it to one of the men. 

"Set fire to the pile of clothes," he ordered.

"No, man, we gotta......"

"Stop whining and strike the matches!"

When the fire began to take hold he waved the shotgun at them. "Now boys, I want you to take off running that way, across the field. You'll come to a road at the end of the field. You can find your way back to town.  Maybe you'll even get a ride. Maybe a big burly trucker will come by and take a liking to your bare asses."

They didn't move.

"You can't do this," one of them said in a low voice.

Frank fired the shotgun well over their heads but not straight up.

"Wanta bet?  Next shot is gonna be lower.  Next one after that blows your nuts off."

"Can we at least get our shoes?"

He nodded to the burning clothes.   "If they've not already caught fire."

They scrambled to retrieve their shoes and put them on. One boy had to beat out the flames on his.  When they were all shoed, they took off running across the field. Frank squatted down against the tractor tire to watch. 

***

The boy started to climb the fence to the field where the college boys were working in Asa's field.

"Don't come over here!"

"Stay on that side of the fence!"

"Stay away from us!"

"Why?  What'd I do wrong?"

"Your dad came back here with a shotgun, made us strip naked and suck each other off, then he burned our clothes and made us get back to town on our own, naked."

"Yeah, we had to suck some trucker off to get a ride."

"Please, guys, I wanta get fucked so bad! You can double fuck me.  You've been wanting to do that to me. I'll let all of you double fuck me, as many times as you want." All the time he was talking he was taking off his clothes and tossing them over the fence into the field.  When he was naked he climbed the fence.

"Stay over there!"

But the big football player, watching the boy's tight, firm ass spread apart when he came over the fence, began undoing his jeans.

"What're you doing?"

"Fuck it, guys, he's wanting it, I'm gonna give it to him. You can join me in a double fuck or not."

"Man, if his dad comes back here with that shotgun......"

"If I've got my cock in the boy's ass, he's gonna have a hell of a time shooting me without hitting his own son."

Another one started taking off his clothes  "Fuck it, anyway, I'll die happy."

Frank Bauer crouched down in the brush and weeds further down the fence line, shotgun in hand.  John, his hired hand, was with him.

"I told you he would go back," John said.  "What're you going to do?"

Frank was silent for a long moment as he watched his young son bent over one of the college guys who was on his hands and knees, being fucked by a burly football player. 

"Well, my son's gay; no denying it," he said, without emotion.  "Not much I can do about that."

"What're you going to do about the college guys?" John asked.

"I've asked myself that question....thought a lot about it," Frank said.  "I can't deny my son, that's for sure, and I can't deny who he is, especially not now.  Just as surely, I can't deny him happiness.  That his brand of happiness is different from yours or mine shouldn't natter, should it? If you had a son, John, and you found out he was fucking around with other boys, would you disown him or would you go on loving him?" 

"I would have to consider that he was my son long before I found he was gay.  I would have to go on loving him," John said.

"Well, that's about how it is, then," Frank declared.

The End.

Posted: 03/11/11