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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Stephen Jordan
For me, things soon return back to normal on the farm.
I'm up early in the morning to feed the chickens and milk the cows, but we're not dairy farmers. We focus our energy on wheat, and my job is simple. I help the family by gathering the basics we need to sustain ourselves, without having to go into town to get milk or eggs every day. Saves time and money. I also tend the vegetable and herb garden. I guess I'm simply just doing what has always been my job, since I was a kid. This way, I get to spend more time with my mom.
We're in the kitchen and she's baking bread for lunch. I'm leaning against the backdoor, chewing on a twig.
"Sweetheart. So, tell me about your time in the city. Did you make a lot of friends?"
"No, Mom. People are not like us there. They're mostly too busy or keep to themselves. It's a strange way to live."
"I thought it might be. How did the restaurant thingy go?" She's kneading the dough, sprinkling flour over it every now and then so it doesn't stick to the table.
She's fishing for answers.
"It was ok. I guess."
"So why did you wanna leave?"
The fish bites. "I was getting into some seriously weird situations. Don't ask, Mom, because I don't want to talk about it."
"You sure? They say confession is good for the soul."
"I've nothing to confess, Mom. I just felt very unsafe there and needed to leave."
"But you're a big guy. Why'd anyone wanna cause you any trouble? You've never had a problem standing up for yourself before."
She stops kneading and looks at me. Her arms and apron are covered in flour.
"Let me just say that there are some strange people out there and they don't live by our rules, Mom. I just don't think that world's for me."
"What about the restaurant thingy?" She casts her line in further.
"I'll maybe try something else. I thought of heading out east to a larger town and see if I can't make something of myself there. It'll surely be better than staying in the city."
"I understand. It'll be tougher though."
Nodding, I say, "I know."
The days goes by normally. Well normal for a farm. The topic of my sudden departure from the city isn't raised again, and I spend the time mostly doing my usual chores and then helping my dad in the barn in the afternoons. It's hard labour all-round and soon my well-toned body is in optimum shape.
At bedtime, I try and block out the memories of what happened to me and although I always get a hard-on when I'm alone in my bed, especially in the mornings, I do my best to will it away. I revert back to my cold showers and images of my grandparents to banish my boners. The difference with me now is that I'm more short-tempered than usual, and Charlie and I nearly ended up in a brawl on more than one occasion.
After about three months, I start thinking about my next move. I can't stay here, existing in my brother's shadow. Even though I love my family, they'd like to see me make something more of myself. Time to make plans to move on.
I still have some of the money I saved from working in the city, and my dad insists on paying me something for all my help on the farm. It's not much, but then again, I'm getting free board and lodging after all.
Today is the day that I sit down and figure out exactly how I'm going to make my move. I'll only be able to get to it this evening after dinner though, that time when we all just kinda do our own thing. Charlie will probably head off to see Lucy, a girl he met at church. Well, he didn't just meet her. We've known her since we were toddlers. Suddenly, they started hanging out more and now it seems there are wedding bells in their future.
But first we've got to deal with my cousins from my mother's side of the family. They're coming to visit and I don't recall ever having met them.
It's about noon and my mom and I are in the kitchen getting all the stuff ready for lunch. We're planning on having it under the big old oak tree at the back. We both hear pickups driving up to the house. My mom washes her hands and tidies herself. I do the same, before we head out onto the porch to welcome our guests.
An older lady gets out of one of the two pickups and walks briskly towards us. I suspect this is my mom's cousin. Behind her, a man, who I imagine is her husband, follows suit with a big box in his hands.
"Hi Shirley!" the lady yells out.
"Hi Matilda!" my mom retorts.
"I hope you won't be insulted, dearie, because I brought us some cake. I specially baked it this morning. It was quite an undertaking, keeping it from spoiling on the way here, darlin'. Careful with it, Bill!"
"Yes, dear," the husband mutters back.
"I'm sure it'll be fine," my mom says.
Now I see why Mom didn't want to make any dessert.
The hellos continue, and her husband just nods at me with a muttered "hi." I greet him awkwardly. Poor man.
I glance back at the other pickup truck. A guy wearing a baseball cap gets out. With him is a young woman. They're bickering about something.
I can't hear what they're saying but I can see he's darn annoyed at her from the aggressive way he's gesturing at her with his arms.
He turns towards us and my stomach jumps.
It's Rex! What are the odds?
He also instantly recognizes me and just stands there with a dopey, surprised look on his face. Just a few days ago we spoke briefly on the phone. He told me he was on leave and would be visiting some his family who he'd never met before. I didn't ask him more about it.
My mom comes over to me. "You know him?"
I compose myself. "Yes, Mom. I know him from the city. I didn't know he was family."
"Small world." She turns back to the guests. The young woman who turns out to be Rex's sister, comes up to me and smiles coyly.
"Hi stranger. I'm Kaitlin and you are?"
"Your cousin, Stephen," her mom interrupts her own conversation midstream.
She looks disappointed for a second, but brushes it off.
"Hi Kaitlin." I shake her hand.
"I do declare! How formal, cuz? She stands on her toes and pecks me on my cheek. At about five foot four, she has to really reach up to grab my head and pull my face down towards her. The little peck carries on a bit too long and makes me uncomfortable.
Rex walks up to us and gives me a sturdy handshake. He must notice the panic in my eyes. Especially since he knows what went down during my last few days in the city. He flashes me a mischievous smile. His expression signals that I needn't worry about him spilling the beans.
I relax. "Hi Rex! What a surprise!"
"You know each other?" his sister asks.
"Yes, I met Stephen back in the city through a buddy of mine."
She looks at me and then at Rex and seems to be briefly pondering something.
"You doing ok, buddy?"
"Yeah thanks." I smile back at him.
He suddenly has a gleam in his eye. What now...
"I've never seen you smile." He seems much taken by that.
After a brief and awkward silence, he pats me on the back and we go inside.
We all jump in to help finish setting up for lunch. My dad and Charlie join us just as we are about to sit down to eat.
Lunch is really nice. Being out here in the garden with family is what I miss the most when I'm not living at home. I keep catching Rex looking at me. What's that all about? It makes me a little uncomfortable.
His sister is no picnic. She insisted on sitting opposite me and now and then I feel her rubbing her foot up my leg, but I keep brushing her off with my other foot.
She's pretty and I should find her attractive. She's got shiny, long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Sitting there all radiant in her little white summer dress with small blue little flowers on it, she's any guy's dream girl, but somehow, I don't think it's friendship or a committed relationship she's after. She obviously finds me attractive and is trying her best to turn me on. I just don't think it's...appropriate, her being my cousin and all, distant or not. Besides that, she doesn't do it for me, physically I mean. Probably because she's just coming on too strong. Or simply because she's family. I don't know.
Lunch is over and Rex, Kaitlin, and I carry the dishes and linen back into the house. Charlie had to get back to work, and Mom and Dad have invited the Carlsons to join them in the living room.
Someone pinches my butt. "Ouch! Kaitlin!?"
"Oh, stop being such a baby, Stephen." She smiles at me flirtatiously.
Rex is already ahead of us, in the kitchen, so he didn't see his sister do that.
"Kaitlin. This is inappropriate. We're family," I whisper sternly into her ear.
"Distant family." She grins defiantly.
"Doesn't matter. We're still family and in any case, I don't make a habit of fooling around with people I've just met."
"Mr. goody-goody... Fine then!" She storms off.
Flabbergasted, I join them in the kitchen. We're not saying much, and eventually Kaitlin leaves Rex and me to do the dishes and joins her parents in the living room.
"Ignore her, buddy. She's like that. It's enough that my mom is already so bossy, now Katy thinks she can get away with similar behaviour of her own. My parents spoil her rotten. Don't let her bother you."
I just nod.
After we're done doing the dishes, I excuse myself, explaining to him that I need to get some chores done in the barn before it gets too late. I leave Rex and make my way to the barn. Once inside, I start stacking the equipment and cleaning the horses' stalls. It's my job to make sure everything is left tidy at the end of every day, and when Charlie brings back any equipment or tools he uses around the farm, I sort them and put them back where they belong. It makes Charlie's job easier because then he doesn't have to go looking for it.
After shoveling the hay in the stalls, I'm sweating like mad and take off my T-shirt and chuck it over the side of the stall. My jeans hang loose on me, and just having the little bit of a breeze coming through the doorway makes it more bearable. Even my socks are drenched inside my sneakers.
I hear someone sniffing and turn around. Rex is leaning against the side of the barn door looking at me.
"Hi," I say as I start grooming the mare. I'm brushing her in even strokes with the little round brush especially designed for this purpose, and I know she loves it, because she's standing perfectly still.
He says nothing. I eventually stop brushing. The horse snorts.
I turn my head in his direction. "You gonna just stand there or you gonna say something?"
"Don't mind me, buddy. I'm just enjoying the view." He winks and gives me a sexy smile. Both his dimples are accentuated. Lord, he's cute.
No, no, no! What am I thinking?!
"Oh, ok. Thanks, I guess." I've got no idea what else to say and carry on brushing the mare.
Suddenly Rex strokes my back, from my neck down to the base, and I freeze. His hands then slide down into my jeans and cup both my cheeks.
I spin round and drop the brush in the process. The horse jolts away from me. Rex luckily got his hands out in time before I throw him to the ground.
"What the hell are you doing, Rex?"
"Admiring your body." He gets back up, dusting himself off.
"Why??"
"Because I want you..."
What! "I'm not gay, Rex!"
"You could've fooled me." He comes close to me.
I don't need this bull-crap in my life, and I'm about to storm off when he suddenly grabs me and thrusts me passionately against the wall, placing the palms of his hands against the wall on either side of me. The horse is now really uneasy. So much so that our other horse is starting to stomp his hooves restlessly.
He kisses my neck and gently bites my left earlobe. A jolt of electricity hits my groin and I start to harden.
I don't move a muscle.
He kisses me under my chin, on my Adam's apple and down the crevice of my chest, between my pecks. Moving sideways, he licks my nipple, carefully nibbling on it with his teeth. I let out a moan before he moves on to the other one. My cock is rock hard by now and straining to escape its prison. It's pushing up against my belt, slightly lifting my jeans upwards in the process.
He lets go of my nipple, and my moans intensify as he trails his tongue down my belly until he reaches the top of my jeans.
He unhooks my belt buckle and undoes my button. While he's still licking my lower tummy with wet drags and flicks of his tongue, he's trying to push his tongue down the front of my jeans.
He unzips my fly and with great reverence, pulls my cock out from its confinement.
"Oh nice!" he gasps.
In a second he has nearly half of it in his mouth and is trying desperately to take as much of it as he can down his throat. He jerks from his gag reflex kicking in.
"Aargh, yes," I moan.
He starts concentrating on my foreskin and with only his tongue, he unwraps the head from its blanket, deftly swirling his tongue around it.
I let out a whimper.
It's as if Rex is in a world of his own. All that matters to him is my cock in his mouth and he makes an event of it. While slurping on me, he pulls my jeans down to my knees and takes my balls into his one hand and squeezes and tugs them at the same time.
"Oooh, Rex! Don't stop!"
He keeps on sucking me like a well-oiled machine and I am drenched in his saliva. It's running down my shaft and onto my balls. Some of it's smeared all round his mouth.
I'm going to explode soon if he carries on like this. He suddenly stops and quickly stands up. He takes off his plaid shirt, unbuckles his belt, and strips off his jeans down to mid-thigh. His 7-inch, circumcised cock is raging-hard and curves slightly to the left. His purple helmet looks aggressive with pre-cum oozing from the slit. Licking my lips, I suddenly want to taste him with all my might. I move closer and bend down.
"No. I want you to fuck me with that thing."
He throws his shirt onto the hay and goes down on all fours. I know I want this and I want this bad! I go down on my knees behind him, spit on my hand and rub my cock with as much of it as I can.
"I want you to fuck me, Stephen! Please fuck me?! I need you. I need your cock inside me!"
No need for further encouragement. I hold the tip of my cock against the entrance of his hole and start pushing in. The resistance is great, but I persevere. He wants me to fuck him, so then he'll get the FUCK of his life!!
I push with all of my might, and he screams. I feel reckless! I'm in and go for it with one steady, but unrelenting thrust!
"My God! "Urgh, that's painful, but oh...so... Good! Fuck me!"
I pump into him with as much force as I can. All the humiliation, pain, and anger that I felt over the last six months returns and I take it out on him! On Rex. I fuck him hard and mercilessly. His snug insides envelope my cock and the heat is bliss.
He rocks back and forth, sliding back into me, and at times he uses his one hand to try and push me away from him, but I ignore it and just fuck right on. I fuck him and fuck him and fuck him, and his tight ass grips my cock like a starving mouth. I can barely contain myself any longer.
"You like that, don't you?! That's what you wanted, bitch! Isn't it?!" I can't believe what I'm shouting, but I don't care.
"Yes, please, Stephen! Don't stop! It's what I wanted. You're right!"
"You know what's gonna happen? I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum! ...Plant my seed deep inside you! You'll remember me for a long time when I'm done with you. Let me trash your warm cunt so you'll remember me!" I pant.
Somewhere deep down I can't believe what I'm saying or feeling, but I just carry on fucking him hard, like a madman... It sounds like he's almost sobbing by now.
Then suddenly...
"I'm cumming! Oh God, yes! Take that, you motherfucking bitch! Whore!!!!" I pound my fist hard into the center of his back while his asshole grips tight around my raw cock, and I blast my cum and shoot loads of it deep into the tunnels of his asshole!
The orgasm totally overwhelms me, and my entire body starts shaking and jerking wildly. Sweat streams off me in tiny waterfalls. At some point, he started stroking himself. Did he enjoy it? I keep myself locked and sheathed inside his man-pussy for a while.
It's probably what he needed because a second later he sprays his cum.
"Ohhhh, Stephen...!" He splatters his creamy load all over his shirt.
His ass clenches around my still rigid cock as his orgasm ripples through him.
I hear a cough behind me.