Ranch Boy Next Door
 
By: Backwoods Boy
(© 2020 by the author)
Edited by: Brayon

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Chapter 13
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I crawled into bed beside a happily-grinning Jason. I could hear the TV upstairs. Knowing I was going to screw Jason in my own bed with my parents in the house turned me on. I ran my hands over his smooth naked body and through his coarse black hair.

"Yer so fuckin' hot, Jace. You'd give a dead man a stiffie."

Jason giggled quietly. "Yer funny! I'm glad Rusty talked my dad into lettin' me do this."

"Rusty could sell a refrigerator to an Eskimo. Nobody can say 'no' to him. What would yer dad think if he knew how we were really spendin' the night?"

"He might shit a brick, but I don't care. I'm havin' fun." He squirmed as my greased finger worked its way inside and rubbed his prostate.

"Like that?"

"Oh, yeah!"

I stroked his boner. He was leaking boy juice. Added to what was leaking from my boner, I wouldn't need any more lube.

Rolling over on top of him, I grinned down into his eyes, nearly invisible in the darkness.

"I bet ya never guessed when ya got up this mornin' that you'd be fuckin' in a strange bed tonight."

"I bet yer right, but I bet I'm happy I'm doin' it. This has been the best day of my life. I know all four of you guys are gonna be great friends."

I ran my fingers through his hair again. "I'm glad ya feel that way. We all like you a lot. Yer gonna be like a little bro to all of us."

He grinned. "I like that."

I pressed my boner against the entrance. Jason gasped with surprise and winced with pain as I penetrated him.

I paused. "I don't wanna hurt ya, Jace."

"It's okay. Yer just a little bigger than the others."

I smiled to myself. He was the only guy who was qualified to make that judgement. I was pleased he thought I was bigger than the twins.

He seemed apprehensive. "Are ya sure yer okay, little bro?"

"Uh, huh. It was like this with the others, too. I'll be fine once ya get goin'."

I grinned at him. "Yer pretty experienced for a kid who's only been fuckin' for eight hours or so. By my count, you've taken three loads already today."

He grinned back. "I hope by mornin' it's at least twice that."

"I think I'll stop with one like the rest. Too much yer first day, and yer gonna be in a lot of pain."

Jason protested. "That's not enough!"

"Okay, after you've fucked me four or five times, we'll see how ya feel about me doin' you again."

"I bet I can fuck ya at least ten times tonight."

"What do ya want if ya win yer bet?"

"I wanna wear yer thong at the swimmin' hole next weekend."

I grinned. "Yer on."

I slowly began to slide in and out. My pole fit snugly inside him, and it felt so good. He gripped my forearms tightly and squirmed with excitement.

"I love this part when yer just startin'. It feels so awesome inside me, especially yers 'cuz it's bigger."

I grinned. Jason was innocently giving me an ego trip for sure.

I'd seen him kissing Austin, so I took the initiative. I'd barely touched his lips before he grabbed my head and pulled it in close, teasing my tongue with his own.

I pulled my head up. "I don't know how Austin and Andy kiss, but I think you've been kissin' with Rusty."

He grinned. "Yeah, I like how Rusty kissed me. The others are okay too, but Rusty is better. Austin bit my lip, and Andy doesn't like the tongue tag."

"Ya better be careful about makin' too many comparisons. Ya might make someone unhappy."

"I'm just an honest guy. But I'm so good-natured about it nobody gets upset very often."

Jason relaxed as I continued to explore inside him. Like a lot of things, one can be nervous at first, but more comfortable after doing it for a while. I slowly worked my way to a climax. I didn't want to push him too hard. We had all night, and the more important thing was to give him as many chances inside me as he wanted. I rode the edge for a minute or so and then shot my load inside.

I came hard. I hadn't really tried to be so explosive. Maybe it was the excitement of doing it at home for the first time, or maybe because Jason was so sexy, or both, but I blasted him over and over with unexpected force. Dropping on top of him, I buried my head in his chest.

"Jesus Christ, Jace. I don't know how ya did that, but it was fantastic."

I leaned up on my elbows and looked down at him. A happy grin lit up his face.

"That was awesome the way ya came. I could feel yer boner pulsin' in my hole. Yer havin' more fun than the others did."

"Thanks bro. If it's like that every time, ya won't be able to keep me out of ya."

I pulled out and rolled over on my side. "Yer turn now."

"Are ya gonna teach me what to do?"

"Nope. You've had four demonstrations from four guys now. Do what ya think will work, and if it doesn't, try somethin' else. Sex is all about experimentin', so experiment on me. The lube's beside ya on the nightstand."

Jason knelt between my legs and greased his boner. Leaning over, he balanced himself with a hand in the middle of my chest while he carefully positioned himself for action. Pressing gently, he pushed inside. He gasped with surprise.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good. It's so much better than jackin' off. And it was easy to get inside."

I grinned up at him. "It's all easy. Bottom's easy too, once ya have experience, and yer already doin' real good. Now that yer inside, do what ya wanna do and have fun."

Jason tentatively slid in and out a couple times. Then he did it faster. Then he jammed it all the way in.

"Hey!"

He was concerned. "I didn't hurt ya, did I?"

Now I was laughing. "No, it just surprised me. Keep on with what yer doin'."

Slowly, he developed a steady rhythm, eyes closed in bliss, a smile on his face. Then his breathing grew faster. I knew he was going to cum soon, and he wouldn't be able to control it.

"Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, shit, I'm gonna cum, Toby!"

"Go for it, little bro."

Driving in hard over and over, he silently shot his load into me, finally holding his position deep inside as the last drops spewed out. For a long time he leaned over me on his elbows, head down, his whole body trembling. Then he slowly sank down on top of me, his head on my chest.

It was barely a whisper. "I did it. I really did it."

"Are ya surprised?"

"Yeah, I am. I always thought I'd go soft and not be able to finish, or somethin', and I'd be laughed at forever."

"Well, ya don't gotta worry about that anymore. Now, how about takin' a break for a few minutes. As soon as yer hard, you can do it again."

After Jason had topped me four times, he insisted I screw him again, so I did. I came as hard as the first time, and I liked it. Jason could easily become a habit.

By the time he fell asleep in my arms in the early morning hours, Jason had fucked me five or six times. He wanted me to top him again, but I wouldn't do it. Five times in one day was enough for a kid who'd never done it before.

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I woke up at six-thirty. It took me a moment to remember why that dark-haired kid was in bed with me. I was covered with cum and lube. Jumping out of bed, I opened the window to air out the room and headed for the shower. When I came back, Jason was sitting up grinning at me.

"Can we fuck some more?"

"We gotta get up and get ya ready for when Rusty comes in a half hour. If ya wanna fuck some more, I bet he'll be glad to do it with ya. Ya probably oughta take a shower now."

I pulled the sheets off the bed, piled them on the floor, and dressed for work. As soon as my parents left just before seven o'clock, I put the sheets in the washer. By the time Rusty came at seven, Jason was ready to go.

I gave Jason a hug and a quick kiss. "Sorry to be in such a hurry, Jace, but I gotta go to work. I hope you can stay over again soon."

Jason grinned at me. "It's okay. I understand bein' in a hurry. And I hope I can stay again very soon."

After a quick hug and a lingering kiss for Rusty, I waved goodbye and finished washing and drying the sheets, putting them back on the bed just before eight o'clock. I rolled my four-wheeler out of the garage and drove on the highway the half-mile to Gramps' place. I'd never seen a cop out there, and the ranch roads would have taken at least twice as much time.

I knocked on the kitchen door, and Grams invited me in with a smile and a kiss. Breakfast was ready, and I didn't require a second invitation to dig in. While we ate, Grams outlined the plan for the day.

"We're going to take the tractor and trailer to the alfalfa field. We can use it to pick up the last line. All the other irrigation pipes need to be carried out to the side of the field and piled next to the dirt road. That will take you most of the morning. You can finish tomorrow, because carrying all that pipe will be too much for one day."

"Later in the day, we need to gently herd a few cattle back into the pasture they belong in. We'll use four-wheelers for that. You can use your own if you want to, but I've got one for you if you want to use it. If we have more time in the afternoon, there are some things that need to be moved in the barn, and we need to plow up part of the garden."

I wiped my face with my napkin and drank the last of my coffee. "I'm ready to go when you are."

We quickly cleared the table and went outside. Grams drove the tractor and trailer while I rode my four-wheeler to the field.

It was a long day of hard work. We took a half hour for lunch, and then rode four-wheelers out to the farthest pasture. Grams taught me how to do teamwork using two ATVs to encourage the cattle to go in the direction we wanted them to go. I cringed as smelly cow pies splattered against my new four-wheeler, but it had been bought to be used. Then we went back to the house for a snack before attacking the organization task in the barn. We never got around to doing anything with the garden.

After dinner, I talked with Grams for a few minutes and then headed for the bunkhouse. It seemed strange to be back there, and even more strange because Logan wasn't there. I headed straight for the shower and then went into my bedroom - the one I'd never used because I was always in Logan's bed - and crashed for an hour.

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When I got up, I rode the four-wheeler to my parents' place, by way of the ranch road this time. I gathered some clean clothes and personal items, made sure there was no evidence remaining of having screwed in my bedroom all night, and returned to the bunkhouse. This time when I went in the door, I looked over to the kitchen area. Logan's laptop was open on the kitchen table, and there were two notes and several flash drives beside it.

I picked up the notes and read them:

The first note said: "Toby, I won't be back for a while. I have some unfinished business that needs to be done, and I'm trusting you to do the right thing. Look at the two files on the computer itself. Those files and several more are on the flash drives. Give the flash drives to the right person. You'll know what to do. Logan"

And the second: "Toby, I really love you, and I'm sad things are turning out this way, but it has to be done. I will have good memories of our time together, especially our Saturday lunch in the upper meadow. As we left, I looked at your face, and I knew it had been as important to you as it was to me. But Rusty is right for you. He puts a smile on your face. I wish I did. Take good care of him, and keep him safe. Logan"

There were two folders on the computer desktop and no other files on the computer. One folder was labeled "Watch Me First". It contained a video file named "Nate".

The video began with a kid about thirteen sitting naked on the end of Logan's bed, looking towards the door. Cory came into view, also naked.

"I thought Logan was gonna be here."

"He had to go round up some cows, so he's gonna let me fuck ya instead."

"But yer not my boyfriend. Logan is."

"Well, sometimes boyfriends change without notice. Yer my boyfriend tonight."

"Well.. okay, but..."

Cory pushed Nate back roughly, flipped him onto his stomach, and drug him up onto the bed. Nate tried to get up, but Cory straddled his legs and pinned him down with one hand on the back of his neck.

The video continued for another five minutes or so. When it ended, I sat in shock for a couple of minutes, hardly believing what I'd seen and heard. Then I pulled myself together and looked again at Logan's notes. There was something I needed to do for him. I opened the other folder labeled "Watch Me Second". The video file was called "Insurance". I started the video and watched a scene unfold like I never would have imagined.

Cory was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Logan was standing in front of him.

Cory spoke. "I need a new fuck toy. Ya haven't been deliverin' very well lately."

"Maybe ya oughta find yer own for a change."

"Don't get smart with me or I'll make ya regret it. It's up to you to find them and break them in for me. Jared was a real disappointment. Ya barely got him fuckin' and he left."

"I can't help it if a sixteen-year-old ranch hand finds a better job."

"Well, ya oughta stick to younger ones. They're easier to control. I thought we had somethin' goin' with Toby. He was real hot to trot when I watched ya fuck him the first time, but he turned out to be a stuck up city slicker who didn't wanna play the game. He was the best fuck I ever had, but I only got to do it once at the poker game. Dad would have loved to get inside him."

"He's not stuck up. He was just smart enough to figure out things weren't what they seemed. We introduced him to the poker game too early."

"Yeah, the poker game was a good idea on yer part, I admit, even if it's only produced Aiden and Mikey so far. And gettin' Austin and Andy to play was brilliant. Those two fools are part of the recruitment, and they don't even know it. Those young kids are suckers for gettin' fucked by twins. It's a good way to reel them in. But if the city dude is too smart, ya gotta find another local kid."

"We've fucked all the local kids that are available. The rest have cued in on my short turn-around time. 'Logan's new boyfriend' has become a catch phrase. Yer lucky nobody's figured out yer the one I pass them off to so you can play with them until they're worn out, unless ya pass them on to yer dad, of course."

"If we're out of local kids, go for some younger ones. Eleven, ten, they're still fuckable. Speakin' of Dad, he's gettin' pretty horny for new meat. If ya don't find someone else soon, yer gonna have to let him fuck you again."

Logan looked disgusted. "That's too young. And I've taken enough of yer father's cum in the last five years. He'll have to drop back to fuckin' you since you were his first anyway."

Cory stood up and buried his left fist in Logan's stomach, and then finished up with a right to the jaw. Flat on his back, Logan looked up in shock as Cory stood over him, fists still clenched.

"Find me another fuck toy soon, or I'll turn a few old videos over to yer grandfather. We both know how that would go. Why don't ya try for Rusty? Toby already screwed him, but I bet yer charm would work on him anyway."

Logan sat up rubbing his jaw. "I thought ya loved me. You've turned into a monster. What happened to us?"

"What happened is that ya stopped providin' me with boy toys. Now, go find another one."

Cory walked out. Tears filled Logan's eyes as he walked over and shut off the camera.

I now knew who Logan meant when he told me he wasn't the person I needed to be concerned about. Chills ran down my spine as I thought about Cory watching Logan fuck me and what Cory and his dad had done to other kids.

Logan had given me sensitive confidential information and expected me to direct it to the right person. Why hadn't he done that himself? Was it timing? Didn't he know what to do? Who was the right person? And why two notes?

Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I locked the outside door and checked the windows. Then I sat down to think some more. There were two notes because one was personal and one was not. I folded the personal one and put it in my pocket. Now what did I have? I had evidence of a crime or crimes, and a note instructing me to deliver the evidence to the right person. The note was evidence, too. It seemed silly, but I got a quart freezer bag, put the note and the flash drives inside, sealed the bag with duct tape, and wrote my name and the date and time I'd found the items. Okay, that was a start. This needed to be taken to the authorities. But why hadn't Logan done that?

I thought back to the auction. Cory was walking with a man I assumed to be his father. I focused hard on what I'd seen, trying to remember the details. Suddenly I knew the answer.

I ran over to the main house and knocked on the back door.

Grams was surprised to see me. "Hi Toby, what can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry to bother ya, Grams, but what does Cory's father do for a living?"

"Why, he's the chief deputy sheriff. I guess you wouldn't know that, being new here."

"Thanks, Grams. It may sound like a silly question, but I needed to know. I'll see ya in the mornin'."

Back in the bunkhouse, I sat down for a minute to think. The "insurance" file was very important, and I wanted to make sure a copy was preserved at all costs. I found a new flash drive in Logan's room and copied the file onto it. Then I shut down the computer and put my makeshift "evidence bag" and the file I'd copied into my travel bag along with my personal belongings. Walking out the door, I locked it and closed it behind me.

I drove my four-wheeler home on the private roads. Entering the basement, I dropped my bag on the bed, pulled out my "evidence bag", and went upstairs where my parents were watching TV. They were surprised to see me. Dad started to say something, but I interrupted him.

"Dad, I gotta speak to you alone in your office. It can't wait."

In the office, I closed the door, put my "evidence bag" on the desk, and told him everything I could about my interactions with Logan since the blowup. I told him everything I knew about the contents of the "evidence bag". I showed him the personal note Logan had left.

Dad picked up the phone and dialed 911. "This is Don Collins, legal assistant to the Governor of Idaho. I need to speak to the sheriff immediately... No, the sheriff...Then make him available."

In a minute the conversation continued. "Sheriff, you probably were told, but this is Don Collins, legal assistant to the Governor of Idaho. Are we on a secure line?... Good. I have evidence in my possession, at my home, of multiple child abuse crimes in your jurisdiction involving one of your officers...Thanks, you know where I live?... We'll be expecting you."

Dad hung up the phone. "While we wait, tell me everything else you can think of, even if you don't believe it to be important."

To be continued...

Posted: 10/23/2020