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

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Chapter 28
Aiden 

"Hey, Rusty. I don't get to see very much of you even though we work together every day."

I grabbed a sandwich and sat down beside him on the tailgate of their pickup, the one his mom had delivered lunch in.

"Yeah, that's the way it is this time of year. But it looks like we'll get a break after this weekend. We oughta be done with our own ranch by noon on Saturday. We won't start at Gramps' place for a couple weeks. If ya want, I can come help ya with the fence construction next week. And you'll have lots of time to help with the barn."

"I'll take ya up on the fence. The materials were delivered Wednesday. We can put it in if we can get the holes dug."

"We've got a tractor-mounted auger. I can drill the fence post holes for ya next week if ya want. Tuesday would work."

"That would be great. And I'd appreciate it if you supervise the fence construction. I don't know how to make a new fence. The crew will be you and me."

"How about if I get Nate to help?"

"I'd been thinkin' about that, too. Yer the boss. Do ya wanna talk with him about it?"

"I can do that. By the way, have ya met Aiden Mason yet?"

"No. That should happen this afternoon. Why?"

"He's a seventeen-year-old bad-boy stud. Think Logan on steroids. And speakin' of older studs, have ya met Gramps' new hired hand, Colton, yet?"

"Nope. Haven't seen him."

Rusty had a reminiscent smile. "He's another hot one. He was skinny-dippin' at the quarry Wednesday when I stopped by for a late-evening swim. I wanted to go around back with him for a little quality time, but he was busy talkin' to some other guys."

This was leading nicely into what I needed to tell Rusty. "So how old is this guy?"

"Seventeen, pushing eighteen. Maybe a little old for me."

I grinned. "Maybe not. I mentioned the fence material delivery. The truck driver had more than lumber to deliver. He's twenty, and he likes younger guys."

Rusty's eyes lit up. "Tell me more."

I could see the others getting ready to go back to work. "Let's just say we spent three hours together, and I was pretty sore the next day. Now you gotta go back to work and I gotta go home. I'll tell ya more as soon as I can."

I rode my four-wheeler home, smiling. I'd told Rusty about Shago, and he was good with it. That was a load off my mind.

************

It had been an early lunch, and I was at the barn site shortly after twelve. When I arrived, Bob was there with another man, introduced as his father, Ralph. This was a three-generation family business. Aiden made up the third generation at this work site. There were other family members involved, but they were on another project.

I was looking around for Aiden when the porta-potty door slammed and he walked towards us. My boner rose to full mast immediately.

Aiden and I were both shirtless, and wearing cargo shorts and work footwear, but that was where the similarity ended. Aiden was about six inches taller and outweighed me by forty pounds, all muscle. He had shaggy blond hair that covered his ears and periodically had to be pushed out of his face. To the critical observer, he needed a haircut. To me, it was sexy as hell. The work he did had given him muscles in places where I didn't even have places. Rusty's short description was accurate - he was a seventeen-year-old stud.

I know I was staring, but I couldn't help myself. I was probably drooling as well. Aiden was staring at me, too. I smiled slightly when I saw the bulge growing in his shorts.

Bob introduced us. "Toby, this is my son Aiden. Aiden, this is Toby Collins, Don's son, and our unofficial help for the week. It's a learning experience for him, but he's already done an excellent job with the site clearing."

Aiden grinned broadly and held out his hand. I took it and received a firm handshake.

"Glad to have you here, Toby. I think we're gonna have a good time."

My boner had to be adjusted, an activity that Aiden observed and which caused his grin to become even broader.

I smiled. "Thanks. I'm lookin' forward to it."

Bob spoke up. "Toby, we're taking our lunch break now. We'll start up again in about a half hour. Go ahead and look around the work site if you want to."

"Thanks. I'll do that."

All the holes were dug and the posts were placed in the holes. Most had been braced with two-by-fours so that they were vertical and in their permanent positions. The rest were waiting for that treatment. I looked into one of the holes, and saw that the bottom of the post was prepped with a pattern of large wood screws that would help bind the post to the concrete.

The power pole had been put in position that morning, wires strung, and a temporary power source set up. The generator could go back to the shop.

Parked out of the way in the next field were two pickups with the "Mason Construction" logo on the side. Beside them was a trailer with the Bobcat on it, probably waiting to be towed to their shop.

Aiden interrupted my inspection. "Toby, have you seen the meadow by the creek where your dad wants to put in a picnic and camping site? Dad and I were down there with your dad to make plans for a picnic shelter with a fire pit and a gas barbecue setup. I'd like to go down there for lunch if ya wanna join me."

I smiled to myself. First, Dad's plans were growing, which didn't surprise me. Second, the look on Aiden's face told me I was dessert. My boner grew harder. It was developing a fondness for older guys.

"I haven't explored down there yet, so that sounds like a great idea."

It only took us a couple of minutes to get down the narrow path to the creek. The site was excellent for recreation of all kinds, including what Aiden had in mind.

We sat down by the creek, and Aiden opened his lunch sack. "I've got plenty of food here. Do ya want a cookie?"

I'd eaten plenty already. "No, thanks. I just finished lunch with the wheat harvest crew."

"Yeah, they always put on a good spread for those harvest lunches."

While Aiden ate his lunch, we talked casually about the barn project, his family's construction business, and the differences I'd found between city life and country life.

When he was finished, Aiden turned to me and grinned. "Wanna fuck?"

I grinned back. "Sure! Got any lube?"

His face fell. "No."

I reached in my pocket, and handed him a single-use packet.

Aiden laughed out loud. "Are you always this prepared?"

I grinned smugly. "Uh, huh."

We both stood and quickly stripped.

Aiden greased his pole. "What position?"

"Something rear entry." I was cashing in on my experiences with Logan and Shago.

"Doggy style."

"Basset Hound." Logan had done that too, but now I had a name for it.

Aiden's eyes lit up. "I love that one! Let's do it."

I got down on the grass in position and Aiden moved in behind me. There was going to be no foreplay for us. We had limited time, and we both just wanted pure animal sex.

Aiden worked some lube into my hole and spent a minute or so opening me up. Then we were ready.

Aiden skillfully eased his pole into me. Holding my back down firmly with both hands, he began to fuck me. I didn't have the freedom of movement that I'd given Jason, so this was going to be more of a one-man show. That was fine. It still felt good.

Aiden grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms behind my back, leaving me with my face in the grass.

I turned my head to one side. "Do ya gotta be so rough?"

"I got the feeling you wanted it rough."

"Not that rough. I wanna enjoy this, too."

Aiden went back to his original position, apparently a little disappointed in me.

"Aiden, I know yer tryin' to keep yerself stable, but if ya lean on yer hands on both sides of me and brace your legs next to mine, you'll still be stable. And it'll give me freedom to do something I think yer gonna like."

He replied a little reluctantly. "Okay, we'll try that."

This was how Shago had done it, and he'd told me how to make it better for him. And I knew it worked because Jason had done it for me.

Aiden moved his hands to my sides and gave me more room to respond. Now I was pushing back against him. He pushed harder and drove in deeper. I pushed back to balance what he was doing.

"That was a good idea, Toby. I can tell you've done this before. It's a teamwork thing, like working with your partner in construction."

"Exactly, bro. We can each make it better for the other. And now that I'm more comfortable, please fuck me harder."

Animal sex, it was. Now that it wasn't so painful, he quickly had me moaning and clawing at the ground while he grunted with pleasure behind me. It was rough sex, but we were both enjoying the pure carnal fun it brought us.

We screwed hard for about five minutes, enjoying the process as well as the results. Then I was getting close. With a groan of pleasure I shot my load into the grass. Aiden followed almost immediately, crying out his pleasure to the world.

I laughed. "I hope the creek drowned out the noise."

Aiden chuckled. "I think it did. In any event, we're far enough away that muffled noises wouldn't cause any alarm."

Aiden pulled out, and we both stood up and looked at each other, grins spread ear to ear.

"That was a great fuck, Toby. I love it when I find a guy who loves to screw because it's fun. None of this romantic kiss-me shit. Just get down and dirty and shoot some sperm."

"I can take it either way, bro. I enjoy the romantic experiences, too, but I've learned lately that, to put it simply, I just like to fuck."

We waded into the creek and cleaned up the evidence before dressing and heading back to work.

When we got back to the job site, Bob had instructions. They were mostly for me, but it was a group briefing.

"The concrete will be here at three o'clock. Between now and then, we need to get the rest of these poles in position. We'll work in pairs. Toby, you'll work with me, and Aiden will work with Dad. Toby, your task, for the most part, will be pounding stakes in the ground and holding the post in position while I nail the braces to the stakes and posts. It's not complicated. You're smart. You'll figure it out quickly."

Even though I was an unofficial member of this crew, I was being put to useful work. It was a confidence-builder to be working successfully on something new.

Time went quickly. The six-by-six posts were twenty feet tall, with four feet of that in the ground. The holes had been dug accurately, so the task was to fine-tune the position so that the post was vertical and lined up with the rest and then braced in place. Bob was experienced and my tasks were simple. By the second post we were moving along almost as quickly as Ralph and Aiden.

We finished before three o'clock. Bob made a phone call to check on the concrete.

"Good job, guys. The first truck is about twenty minutes out. Let's take a break."

Aiden and I sat down on a pile of lumber, and he opened the conversation.

"We've got something in common that you may not be aware of. That would be Logan. He was my boyfriend about a year and a half ago."

"No, I didn't know that."

"Yeah, we broke up and then I got involved with Cory, and then the abuse, but you probably know about that since you found the evidence and I'm one of your dad's clients."

I immediately made the connection between this Aiden and the anonymous Aiden of Logan and Cory's video conversation. So I knew he came to the abuse via the poker games. I hoped that Austin and Andy hadn't been involved that early.

"A couple of things here, bro. First, I'm not allowed to talk about what I found. Second, my dad never says anything to me about his clients. But I don't say anything to my dad about what my friends tell me either. Be assured that anything you say to me goes no further."

"That works for me. There are very few people I feel like I can talk to, but yer one of them. You and I made a connection here that surprised me. I hope we can become good friends."

"I was surprised too, and it was a pleasant surprise. We have a lot in common. I have no doubt we'll become good friends. But I interrupted what you were sayin' about Logan and Cory and the abuse."

"Well, I was in and out of the abuse early and quickly, so I've been hunkered down for a year now. Like the others, I didn't feel I could talk to anyone, so I'm only now getting it out. The reason I brought it up was that it relates to liking rough sex. I was rough with Logan, and then very rough with Cory because they liked it that way. I figured you'd like it, too. I don't talk about what Cory's dad did to me, not even with my counselor yet, but the end result is that I'm angry and aggressive, so my counselor says. You picked up on that aggression because one way it comes out is being rougher with sex than my partner likes."

I was interested to learn that Logan and Cory would let someone else top, let alone be rough with them. I hoped I'd learn more about that later.

Aiden continued. "I've joined a support group that's sponsored by your dad's law firm. The idea is to share how the abuse affected us and what we're doing that's helping us. That way we can learn from each other. Listening to the other abuse victims, I'm learning that the after-effects are different for all of us. I can't name names, but there's one kid who'd never had sex before the abuse, and after that it was hard for him to even think about sex at first - everything seemed abusive. For him, 'sex' meant 'abuse'. But he has a group of friends that are helping him. In my case, I kept having sex, but I have trouble understanding when it's too rough. So when you see me being aggressive in any way, sex or otherwise, please bring it to my attention."

So Aiden and Nate were in the same support group. Now I had something more to keep my mouth shut about.

"I'll be glad to do that. And if ya wanna talk, now or any time, I can listen. If I have personal experiences to share that aren't part of the evidence, I can do that, too."

"Thanks, Toby. I appreciate that. And one more thing. I'd like to share our experience today with the support group tonight, anonymously and edited, of course. I'd like to explain how sex with an understanding person can help victims learn how to get back to normal."

"I have no problem with that, bro. I appreciate you asking though."

"Thanks, Toby. Now, I can hear the concrete truck coming up the road, so we need to get to work."

The process was simple. The driver filled the holes half full using a hose from the truck. The four of us followed with eight foot two-by-twos, working the concrete in. We worked in pairs like before, but this time Aiden and I worked together. When we were done, all of the holes were half full. Forty-five minutes had elapsed. The second truck arrived. The process was repeated and the holes were full. For each post, a dome of concrete was created above ground. This would aid water runoff and avoid post deterioration.

Bob was pleased. "That was fantastic, guys. Thanks for helping us Toby. You definitely earned your pay."

That brought a laugh from the other two since my pay was zero.

Bob continued. "We'll begin again on Monday morning. Toby, we'll expect you in the afternoon. I have one request. Would you keep an eye on the project over the weekend? In the unlikely event that an elk uses one of the posts for a rubbing pole, I'd like to know so we can fix it. Seriously, sometimes strange things happen. If the posts all stay in position, that's what's important for now."

"I'll be glad to do that Bob. Thanks for the education yer givin' me here."

************

As I walked into the house, I had a text message.

"Wanna come over and spend the night? You won't have to commute in the morning that way."

"You're not working this evening?"

"Taking it off. We'll finish tomorrow."

"Does that invitation include dinner?"

"That's what Mom says. At seven o'clock."

"What's for dessert?"

"You. And bring your sleeping bag."

"Okay"

I texted Dad to let him know. I realized that in less than two months, I'd gone from asking parental permission to informing parents of plans. Maybe mama's little boy was growing up too fast. I smiled to myself. No way would I go backwards. It was too much fun to make my own decisions, even if they were sometimes questionable.

************

Rusty met me at the front door.

"This is an impromptu celebration dinner for finishing the wheat harvest, even though it's not quite done yet. The yield has been unusually good, the prices are up, and Dad and Pete are very pleased."

"Thanks a lot for inviting me."

"Yer part of the team, not to mention part of the family."

Rusty and I went into the dining room where everyone else was already gathered. We sat down at the table, Rusty next to me.

Rusty's dad Patrick welcomed me. "Thanks for joining us, Toby. This is a harvest celebration dinner that's a tradition in our family. While the harvest team is always included, you're part of the family, too."

I held Rusty's hand under the table. "Thanks very much for includin' me. I appreciate the opportunity you've given me to learn more about ranching the last few days. And I also appreciate bein' considered part of the family. Rusty is part of our family, too. As far as my parents are concerned, we're already married. Mom thinks Rusty is a prize that shouldn't be passed up."

Pete responded with a sly smile. "I think that attitude is present here, too. Mom and Dad are expecting an engagement announcement any day. I saw Mom looking at wedding cake recipes the other day..."

Their mom Gloria interrupted. "That's not true, Peter, and you know it. You're trying to embarrass Toby. Now, let's eat before the food gets cold."

I wasn't embarrassed at all. A proposal had been on my mind for some time. The only thing holding me back was Nate. He needed to recover, and he and Rusty needed to establish their own relationship before I dropped a bomb like that.

The food was passed around, and we all began to enjoy a dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, and assorted vegetables.

Pete spoke up again. "Toby, I think you need to clarify something. Why is it that your mom thinks Rusty is such a prize?"

Now I was embarrassed, only because Rusty's parents were there. "Well, it's his... reliability and his... cheerful personality and his..."

Gloria didn't want this to go any further. "It's going to be a beautiful day to finish the wheat harvest tomorrow, don't you think?"

Rusty gave Pete an evil grin. "Yes, it is, Mom. Pete, please pass the mashed potatoes. And perhaps you'd like to tell Toby what Heather was doin' to you behind the barn the other day."

Now it was Pete who was turning red. Gloria looked around at all of us.

"You are all impossible! Any more of that, and none of you are getting dessert!"

There was a "Yes, Mom." from all three of us. When mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.

The conversation turned to farm issues, including what needed to be done the next week. The fair would be starting soon, and all of them had some form of involvement. Gloria was on the fair board, so she was particularly busy.

Dinner was followed by dessert - apple pie. I was convinced that every mom in the country had her own recipe, passed down for generations, and used it regularly. Rusty and I would have to be diplomatic on that issue when we were married.

When we were married. That was a little bit scary, in a way. Not that I didn't want to commit, but there were so many unknowns. A little more time to think about it would be useful, but I could envision a small A-frame with a loft overlooking the creek on the isolated five-acre lot. But it would have to be a bigger house with room for our twin boys and probably a room for Uncle Nate...

Pete was looking at me with a grin. "A penny for your thoughts."

I grinned back. "They're worth a lot more than a penny. You couldn't afford them."

After dinner, Pete, Rusty and I went out to prepare the equipment for the morning. With the heat of the day gone, the cool evening breeze brought the odor of fresh-cut wheat stalks and the gentle sounds of cattle talking to each other as they milled around the watering trough. Overhead, a pair of ravens spoke to us as they headed for their home in the nearby woods.

The evening maintenance was something I hadn't seen. There were always some sort of repairs to be made to the combine, an aging and complicated piece of equipment. We put gas in all of the vehicles. That was a task that wouldn't have to be done in the morning this time.

************

Rusty and I had retired to the barn loft.

"So, how was yer day with Aiden."

"Well, we got along really well. He was helpful in teaching me how to build pole barns..."

"Cut the crap. I wanna know about the pole that got used during lunch."

"I don't know what yer talkin' about."

"Don't fuck with me. I know better."

I grinned at him. "At lunch we went down to the creek and he fucked me silly."

Rusty gave me one of his classic grins. "I knew it. Yer a sucker for the bad-boy type, and he's a bad boy for sure."

"Yeah, he's a little too rough, but he's a nice bad boy."

"Aren't they all? Tell me honestly, what was the first thing you thought of when you saw Logan?"

"Well, to be honest, that he was exactly the type of bad boy my mom had warned me about."

"And how much good did that warning do?"

"None."

"Now tell me about yer truck driver. Was he a bad boy, too?"

I thought for a moment. Rusty was right, in a way.

"Well, now that you mention it..."

"I rest my case."

"So, should I reform?"

"I doubt if that would be possible. In the meantime, don't marry one of them."

"I won't even fall in love with them. They're nothing more than my fuck toys, the same as I am to them. So, have ya seen Nate this week?"

"No. We've all been too busy, including him. I did line him up for the fence project, by the way, and I was gonna invite him to join us tonight, but he had an abuse victims support group meeting. So I hope to get together with him tomorrow. I don't know when or where yet, but do ya wanna join us? I think it would be a good idea if the three of us got better acquainted. He and I are getting it together, but he needs more than me right now."

"That sounds like a plan."

"Good. Now, tell me about yer truck driver."

I told him everything, in detail. By the time I was done, he was stroking a raging boner. We took care of that promptly. Actually repeatedly. And he was a lot rougher than usual. I think my story inspired him. If I wanted it rough, he could do that, too.

I liked everything about being in a barn loft - talking, fucking, and sleeping included. I hoped ours could be retrofitted for a loft. I'd have to talk about that with Dad soon, but I'd have to think of a better reason than sex.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/11/2020