Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2005 08:56:02 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: HIGH PLAINS DOCTOR - 6

HIGH PLAINS DOCTOR - 6

Copyright 2005 by Carl Mason and Ed Collins

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places, "High Plains Doctor" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to
actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.  As in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold
gradually.  If you would like to read other Mason-Collins stories, you
might turn to "Out of the Rubble," "Castle Margarethen," and "The Priest
and the Pauper" which are archived in Nifty's "Historical" section.
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
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generally demands that anything other than safe sex is sheer insanity!


CHAPTER 6

(Revisiting Chapter 5)

Sam, of course, passed himself off as believing in the "tough love"
approach.  One day, for instance, he stopped by with Barry's new sidekick.
"Whitey" was a new recruit, a good-looking young cowpoke from the Colorado
Territory who, Sam contended, was an outstanding horseman.  "Guess he'll
get you back in shape soon enough," he growled in Kelly's direction.  Barry
liked him and seemed to respond positively to the Captain's comment that he
had another recruit for him to whip into shape.  When he added that only
his new "Corporal" could do the job right, Barry "got it" - and beamed!
There's one more thing, Sam Culpepper added.  "You gentlemen have been
talking about a trail ride up to Scott's Bluffs for ever.  I know that
country well.  What's the chance of counting us in?"

Within the week, Barry returned to duty.  Yes, his uniform hung a bit
loosely on him, but his eyes were bright and his step was firm - and for
the rest of his life he credited Jon, Kelly, and Ben with having saved his
life.  "You guys are my buddies," he growled.  "I love you all!"

(Continuing Our Story - Good Friends)

Increasingly, Jon and Kelly felt "anchored" in their new home.  Typical
teenagers, they initially missed the endless excitement of Five Points.
For some time, Shiloh struck them as the archetypal "one-horse town."
Gradually, however, their relationship with Ben - the challenge, order, and
security he brought to their lives, not to speak of the love - their
friends (especially at the Post), and the adult friends whose respect they
had earned in the community gave them a security they had never before
enjoyed.  Combined with more than adequate shelter, food, and clothing, the
effect upon the growth of both their personalities and their bodies became
increasingly obvious.

It was a continuing saga.  Reporting to the Post infirmary to work with the
last two of the wounded Pony Soldiers, for example, Jon and Kelly received
a request to report to Captain Culpepper's office.  When they arrived, they
found themselves in the company of Sam, his Adjutant, their dad, and the
chief medic.  Calling them to attention, Sam read Army Medical Department
commendations for Ben, Jon, and Kelly for their services in connection with
the "recent hostile incident" in the Wyoming Territory.  Sam had one more
surprise.  He presented each boy with a white box that had recently arrived
from Chicago via Omaha.  Opening them to general applause, the boys found
white medical coats.  The proud lads didn't dare to put them on until AFTER
they had enjoyed Mrs. Culpepper's refreshments.

They also got to know Whitey a little better - the new recruit who was
slated to be Barry's new sidekick when he returned to full duty.  Like
Kyle, he was another 17 year-old, a good-looking, well-built kid with hair
that was almost white with just a tinge of gold.  The son of a Colorado
rancher from a spread just east of Denver, he had wanted to be a Pony
Soldier for as long as he could remember.  Sam was correct - he was a
SUPERB horseman.  He took Jon and Kelly up to the Post's obstacle course in
the hills, for instance, and had their tongues hanging out within a half
hour!  Equal to Barry at his best, there was simply no distinguishing
between the horse and the rider when they were in motion.  Their movement
was simply molten!  Kelly burbled to Jon for hours after that ride about
how much he had learned.  For once, Jon simply had to agree rather than
argue!

(J&K's Excellent Adventure)

At the supper table that night, Ben had to report a major disappointment.
The Scott's Bluffs trail ride had to be postponed.  He had just been asked
to serve as a major speaker at a medical conference on "Frontier Medicine"
in Omaha.  On the one hand, Jon and Kelly were upset, for they had really
looked forward to the ride.  On the other, they knew that their father was
increasingly respected in his profession and there was no way that they
could deny him their congratulations and support.  It was worse.  Inasmuch
as the conference would have him out of Shiloh for at least five to six
days, he was unwilling for them to stay alone in the apartment.  Rather,
Harry Parsons had invited the boys to stay at the Crystal Palace - as his
"honored guests," Ben added...with a note of hope in his voice.  Ezra had
promised to look in on them from time to time, and they could continue to
travel to the Post for the last of their horsemanship lessons.  Jon and
Kell were incensed.  Didn't their dad trust them?  Hadn't they worked hard
to become more responsible?  Wouldn't there be minor problems that they
could handle in the surgery?  Ben was adamant - and hadn't changed his mind
where he boarded the eastbound train at Shiloh station and turned the
youngsters over to Harry.

True to his word, Harry checked the lads into one of the finest suites in
the hotel.  Located on a section of the second floor apart from the
"hostesses'" rooms, it was normally reserved for the most important
travelers and trail bosses.  Only the "Presidential Suite" - thus far
unused by any President - was more luxuriously appointed.  Harry apologized
profusely for the fact that this suite did not have its own bathroom, but
there was a nice one right down the hall.  Kell had to giggle when the boys
were shown into their richly decorated two-room home-away-from-home and he
noticed the fruit and soft drinks on the table.  He had heard about places
like this in New York City, but urchins from Five Points didn't get to stay
in them very often!  For some time, the two lads explored their quarters,
pretending that they were among the "Filthy Rich" who wouldn't have spat on
them back East.  "Look at this bed!" chortled Kelly.  "Three people could
sleep in it - and there's one for each of us!"  "Do you think that we
should try it out, Kell?" Jon asked with a leer.  "Yeah, but let's not get
it dirty," his irrepressible brother replied.  "Shed the clothes!  Last one
in's a rotten apple!"  A few minutes later, Jon exclaimed, "Oh, God!  It's
so soft.  Wow!  I'm almost asleep!"  Kelly, of course, had other ideas.
Beginning with a finger that he drew down between his brother's pecs and
just kept curling around his torso, the young lads quickly found themselves
in one of their patented "69s."  "I think I'm going to enjoy this place,"
the auburn-haired one moaned as he lazily rested his head against Jon's
chest.  Their orgasms had been memorable...even for them!

Their arrival had naturally not gone unnoticed at the finest facility in
Shiloh.  Confidence men, sipping drinks at the bar, wondered if they might
be newcomers interested in purchasing, say, the stockyards.  Gamblers
wondered if young men taken directly to a suite they normally could not
afford might have a few gold pieces that were wearing holes in their
pockets.  Above all, however, the girls of the Crystal Palace were all
atwitter!  A check at the front desk quickly established who they were, as
well as the fact that they would be in the "hotel" for the better part of a
week.  Clearly, these were not rough cowhands just off the trail who
smelled worse than their horses and cattle - nor were they fat old men who
had nothing to offer but money...as important as that was!  Rather, these
were the clean, handsome sons of the highly-respected town doctor - young
men who would go somewhere in life!  Several of the younger girls already
had wedding bells in their eyes!

At supper, Jon and Kelly normally sat at Harry Parsons' table, together
with guests of some importance, plus any trail boss in town with his son or
sons, and the like.  The first meal was not yet over when Harry decided
that he might have to do this sort of thing more often.  Never in his
experience had he received service of the quality he had just enjoyed!  A
napkin dropped on the floor was instantly retrieved; he had occasionally
seen spotless tableware and glasses at the Crystal Palace, but NEVER
perfect settings for an entire table; a lighted match was at the tip of an
after-dinner cigar scarcely before it left the case!  However superb the
service was for him and for an Army Brigadier and his wife on their way to
California after seeing the Culpeppers, the service afforded Jon and Kelly
was breathtaking!  Four or five gaily-dressed young women always seemed to
be hovering nearby to meet their every need.  Even the General's wife
noticed, smiled at the boys, and said lightly, "I think you have some
admirers."  They blushed slightly, smiled politely, and kept right on
eating!

Completely naive to the ways of the world - and, perhaps, even more to the
ways of women - it still wasn't long before the boys DID notice that they
had "some admirers."  In fact, missing their father and the stability
afforded by their routine, they found themselves increasingly caught up in
the constant attention, the flirting, the little touches.  In fact, totally
ignorant of the fires they were stoking, they began to take part!  Nervous
and embarrassed at first, it became easier and easier to laugh lightly, to
run a finger down the back of a smooth little hand, or to say "Thank
you"...with a certain look in one's eyes.  "Better than nuthin'," Kelly
mumbled to Jon on one occasion.  Nevertheless, the "game" - basically
meaningless to both of them - eventually became boring.

It was at that point, that they volunteered to help with the heavy bathtubs
out back for the trail hands. (The Crystal Palace's indoor plumbing was, of
course, reserved for guests in the most expensive suites.) Lugging water,
refilling tubs, pouring buckets of rinse water over soapy cowpokes was hard
work, but they gloried in the fact that they were using their muscles again
- and that the scenery had improved! Most of the trail hands clearly wanted
the girls to wash them, but there were a few exceptions - and Jon and Kelly
did their duty when requested. As a matter of fact, a growing trickle of
rough trail herders began asking for them, even waiting for them to finish
with previous customers. Jon particularly remembered one muscular cowpoke,
heavily haired, who sat in front of him. He was so filthy that Jon had to
soap him up three times before his stiffest brush even BEGAN to loosen the
dirt! One layer of hair seemed stuck to the next by the grime! At one
point, he even had to ask Kelly to lug over several buckets of clean, hot
water before he could continue. (When free, they backed each other up.)
When the cowboy looked up, Jon merely murmured, "On the house." When he was
nearly finished, he saw that the guy, probably in his mid 20s, was actually
good looking...in a rough sort of way. Softly, he muttered, "Need anything
else, cowboy?" The man looked up into his eyes and, evidently seeing what
he was looking for, grinned. "Yeah, it's been a long, rough ride,
buddy. Thanks."  Jon thoroughly soaped him up again, giving him a quick
massage in the process. Below the water, the massage evidently removed the
last of the dirt.  At least, the cowpoke grunted in pleasure! After a
moment or two, he stood for Jon to rinse him off, thanked him, and gave him
a damned good tip. Unfortunately, when Harry Parsons began to hear a few
muttered comments from trail hands, he had to pull Jon and Kell off the tub
detail. He continued to believe, however, that they were only trying to
help and to keep busy and never mentioned the comments to Ben.

The girls were overjoyed that they once again had a straight shot at the
boys.  (For them, working the tubs was a menial job, and they kept their
distance.)  Overhearing Harry's comment that the boys needed to keep busy,
they proposed that they put on a "private play" in the Crystal Palace's
small theater...just for the staff and invited guests.  When Harry agreed,
they spoke to Jon and Kelly who, at first, were resistant.  Eventually,
probably out of pure desperation, they agreed.  One will guess that they
were even more resistant when they found out what the girls had in mind!
With malice and forethought, the young ladies proposed a staple of the 19th
century stage, a multi-scene "tableau vivant" or living picture.  It would
be filled with minimally clad wild Indians, damsels in distress, Pony
Soldiers lying dead on the wild plains, villains, and all the other
favorite features of the period's pulp fiction.  At first, the boys wanted
no part of wearing their breechclouts - or standing over a nearly naked
woman lashed to the tracks!  It took two days' cajoling before they finally
gave way to feminine tears and sighs plus a harried comment from Harry that
he'd "personally appreciate" their taking part.

Cindy Sue from Amarillo (who had her "wedding eye" on Kelly) and Bettsy,
originally from Maine (who was determined to land Jon in her net) were
given the task of going over the script with the boys.  Taking a "divide
and conquer" approach, Cindy Sue cozied up to Kelly on the sofa and laid a
small hand on his powerful thigh.  Looking up at him with innocent eyes,
she smiled prettily and said, "Kelly, you're going to be the star of the
show."  "Oh," the innocent lad mumbled.  "Yes, and you're going to play a
Pony Soldier as well as an Indian.  I knew that you didn't want to play the
Indian alone, and I had the script changed."  "OH," a somewhat mollified
(but still innocent) lad mumbled.  "I am so grateful that you agreed to
take part.  I do understand from Jon that you both have full Indian
costumes.  Can you bring those to the theater on the night of the play?"
"Oh, sure," Kelly said in a relieved voice, having thought that the girls
only wanted them to appear in breechclouts.  "How about the Pony Soldier
part?" he asked.  "Well, after the Pony Soldier is killed by the wicked
Indians, he lies dead and naked on the plains."  "NAKED?" screeched a
suddenly terrorized 14 year-old.  "Oh, silly, of course you'll be covered!
You didn't think..." and she giggled into her fan.  "Oh," replied a still
innocent young man.

On the night of the performance, a full house of staff and seemingly
well-to-do guests in the audience, Jon and Kelly were curious that they
still hadn't run through the entire tableau.  "Well, maybe, that's the way
they do it," Jon volunteered.  When he was called to the other end of the
stage, Cindy Sue (from Amarillo) came over to Kelly and led him to a
curtained area back of the stage.  "First, put on your breechclout," she
directed.  When he grunted that it was on, she called for him to come out
from behind the curtain.  Hesitantly, he did so.  Relatively narrow as it
was, it didn't cover much.  "Kelly!  You're so handsome!  You simply can't
put anything else on!"  Not waiting for an argument, she gripped the
breathless boy's hand and pulled him onto the stage - where he found Jon in
similar attire.  The pianist and the sound effects were ready.  Fitted with
Indian wigs, the braves were positioned with arms crossed proudly over
their muscular chests on a platform covered with a dirt-colored cloth.
They were also told that they would be standing and watching a train pass
across the front of the stage.  They were not to move an eyelid.  After a
wooden train pulled across the stage by ropes to realistic sound effects
had passed, the curtain closed to wild applause.  Cindy Sue immediately
returned Kelly to the curtained area.  "Ok, Pony Soldier, get out of your
breechclout and put on your uniform.  Hurry!  We only have one minute!"
Harried, Kelly almost began to strip in front of her, but caught himself
and completed his change in back of the curtain.

The second scene called for a mustached villain (Jon) to have just lashed a
(nearly naked) young damsel to the tracks.  He was observed by a young
soldier (Kelly) who peered at them from the bushes.  In position, the
curtain opened and, after two minutes punctuated by wild applause, closed.
Again, Cindy Sue guided Kell to the back stage area.  "Ok, Kelly, this will
be your last scene.  Get out of your clothes and wrap yourself in this
blanket!  Hurry!"  Not quite believing that he was doing as ordered, Kelly
came from behind the curtain, clutching the blanket tightly around him.
Downstage on the left, the damsel (still lashed to the tracks) wept in
distress.  Kelly was led to the covered platform just right of center
stage.  There he was to stretch out on his back on the slope facing the
audience, head down towards the stage, arms thrust loosely back and out.
Jon stood over him (in his breechclout), at first holding the blanket over
him as he arranged himself, then laying it aside and holding a spear to his
chest.  Working at the speed of light, one of the girls retrieved the
blanket, as a second splashed a red liquid on Kelly's chest and tittered as
she barely covered his heavy genitals with a dainty handkerchief.  A
trooper's hat and yellow kerchief lay on the slope for the sake of
authenticity.  Before Kelly could do more than gasp in protest, the curtain
was opened - and the audience rose to its feet with cheers and applause.

As the lad tried to regain his poise backstage, the cavalry (four boys from
the Post) came to the rescue.  In the last scene, their wooden hobbyhorses
stood tethered in right center stage as the fair (still nearly naked)
maiden swooned in the Lieutenant's arms.  In downstage center, the clothed
body of the villain (Jon) lay sprawled in death.  The audience was still
applauding and pounding on the seats when Kelly caught up with his brother.
"I never thought you would sell me out to those..." he growled.  "What will
the guys at the Post think?  Just you wait, Jon!"  His brother protested
that he had been had, too, but he giggled...which rather spoiled the
effect.

Ben's boys had no further time to talk, for Cindy Sue and Bettsy showed up,
fastened onto their favorite's arm, and walked him towards the dining room.
"You are being honored with a Champagne supper," Cindy Sue whispered in
Kelly's ear.  On the way they passed through corridors crowded with
employees and guests who applauded them enthusiastically.  As they crossed
the lobby and approached the dining room, the great cut glass doors opened
and revealed a sparkling room crowded with guests.  Working their way
through the applauding crowd, the two couples were welcomed to the head
table by the mayor and other town dignitaries.  Bidding them be seated, the
mayor rose and proclaimed, "The Theater has come to Shiloh!  We welcome our
cast, especially the stars of the evening, Jon and Kelly Cabot!  This very
evening, town leaders have come to me and said that Shiloh must build an
Opera House.  It has also been suggested that if Jon and Kelly consider
entering upon a theatrical career, resources will be found to support
them!"  With that, the crowd rose to its feet and cheered until the great
chandelier shook.  "Oh, what the hell," Kelly thought, rose, and waved
jauntily to his admirers with all the savoir-faire of a renown star of the
stage and patron of the arts.

If the boys thought that Cindy Sue and Bettsy's campaign had ended, they
were sadly mistaken.  That very night, still somewhat befuddled by his
first encounter with Champagne and weary from signing autographs, Kelly
stepped out of a late shower only to face an enormous towel that appeared
to be standing before him on its own.  When he discovered that Cindy Sue
was holding it on tiptoes, he couldn't have been more embarrassed.  At
least she wasn't looking!  Young, painfully naive, and reluctant to cause a
scene, he submitted to her drying him...from head to toe.  At first, of
course, he was completely covered and nothing "sensitive" was touched.
When, however, she draped the bulk of the towel over his head and shoulders
and told him to dry his hair...and sensitive parts WERE touched, it was as
exciting as all hell!

On another evening, perhaps around midnight, Kell returned from his shower
dressed only in his short cotton drawers.  He found that the door to the
boys' suite had been mysteriously locked...with the help, he later
discovered, of his good brother!  Suddenly, five or six of the girls
appeared and laughingly chased him all over the second floor.  When he
decided to play the part of the "'mature male' who is above such childish
games" and "allowed" himself to be caught, they managed to wrestle him to
the floor, work his drawers off, and tickle him mercilessly.  A few
inquisitive fingers did considerably more than tickle!  True, he didn't
resist all that strenuously.  After all, they were GIRLS - and it was all
in good clean fun, yes?  Eventually, they ran off giggling.  Drawers in
hand, still a bit swollen, he pushed angrily against his suite door only to
fall face forward onto the carpet.  "What's the problem, Kell? Jon asked
calmly.  "The door was open."  Kelly refused to speak to him for a full
day!

As the week came to a close, Jon and Kelly had to admit that the chase had
been exciting.  During the course of the day, anticipating its end, they
found themselves celebrating with just a few too many drinks.  After
supper, their inexperience caught up with them and they allowed themselves
to be staked to a $50.00 (over $700.00 in today's money) strip poker game
with several girls and well-heeled gamblers.  ("No obligation, boys,"
Mattie, an older woman who was obviously in charge, said.  "You could win a
lot of money.  Nothing but gold is allowed on this table.  If you lose your
stake, all we ask is that you keep the drinks coming - and be a good
sport.")  Their luck was terrible. They were naked within half an hour and
found their chairs taken by gamblers who had been standing in the
background.  Further, they soon discovered that being a "good sport" meant
allowing themselves to be fondled by anyone who cared to do so.  Their
hormones having shifted into overdrive, they were as aroused as they were
unsure about how to get out of the situation.  In truth, neither was
COMPLETELY sure he wanted to escape!  As the evening went on, they were
further sedated with small amounts of liquor, usually from the glass of one
of the gamblers.

A certain routine developed.  When one of the gamblers wanted another
drink, he would signal to Jon or Kelly who would come over to his chair.
(Kelly found it strange that the women didn't drink - though Mattie would
occasionally get up and bring a girl some seltzer water.)  A couple of the
gamblers were nice guys.  Kelly, for instance, rather liked Mr. Denning, an
immaculately dressed man in his later 30s, who handled himself with a grace
that he hoped someday to emulate.  As he bent down to hear the gentleman's
quiet request for a whiskey and water, he felt a hand rest lightly on his
buttocks.  When he returned, the gambling man thanked him politely and
handed him a one dollar gold piece from a large pile in front of him on the
table.  Wow!  On another occasion, as he bent over, he felt Denning's hand
reach up between his legs and fondle his genitals.  This time, however,
Denning not only thanked him, but smiled and gave him a Quarter Eagle, a
gold piece worth two dollars and fifty cents!  Kelly was on high.  Five
Points had never been like this!  In addition to feeling the alcohol, his
greed and his sexual excitement were rising exponentially. After performing
a few small tasks for the other gamblers, he was actually happy when the
biggest winner at the table again called him over.  Rather than ask him for
a drink, the gentlemen had Kelly come close and face him.  Slowly, calmly,
in perfect control of the situation, he discretely masturbated Kelly until
the boy gasped and came into his silk handkerchief!  Then he put his hands
on Kelly's shoulders and guided him to his knees under the table in front
of his open fly.  Kelly fully understood what was expected of him and, in
any case, was happy to comply.  When the deed was done and the residue
licked from his heavy cock, the gambling man actually stroked the boy's
hair and kissed him on the forehead.  For a moment he felt like Dad.  When
he helped the youngster to rise, he smiled and put a Half Eagle in his
hands, a gold piece worth all of five dollars!  Suddenly, unexpectedly,
Kelly felt a wave of deep embarrassment sweep over him.  As he straightened
up, however, no one seemed to be looking, the game was still in progress,
and Jon was in the process of standing up on the other side of the table.
Feeling a bit better about himself, the youngster actually repeated this
activity with one of the other gamblers.

Jon's experiences didn't seem to be all that different from his own -
except for the fact that he was called on to service the trail boss, a
rough and seemingly piggish individual.  Not only did he fondle and
masturbate Jon without partially shielding him from the others, but he
ended up giving the lad a one dollar tip.  By way of contrast, Kelly's
singular experience came with the only woman to signal for his attention.
Mattie, by then naked from the waist up, asked Kelly to massage her sizable
breasts.  In truth, she treated him affectionately and gave him a Half
Eagle.  As the game came towards its inevitable close - most of the gold
being piled up in front of Mr. Dunning - Kelly's favorite indicated to
Mattie that he would really enjoy "spending a little time" with the young
man.  She quietly reminded him that was against the "House rules" explained
at the beginning of the evening.  He took it like a gentleman, swatted
Kelly on the rump (saying that he was a "great kid"), gave him an extra
five-dollar gold piece, and departed affably.

Perhaps forty-five minutes or so later, Denning, clad in his nightgown,
robe, and slippers, opened his door to a light tapping.  Smiling softly, he
placed his hand on Kelly's shoulder and guided him into the room and his
arms.  "I was hoping you'd understand my message when I spoke to the old
broad, kiddo," he said, rubbing his nose into Kelly's auburn curls.  You're
the most beautiful thing that's come into my life in a long time."
Realizing his youth, he added, "You're sure you're comfortable being here?
I'm not into the 'scare and hurt' business."  By way of answer, Kelly
reached up and kissed him.  "Come over here and sit on my lap," the
debonair gambler murmured.  Once seated, he stroked the youngster's neck
and back with one hand, while he traced a lengthening shape that pushed
down the boy's thigh with the index finger of the other.  "You're a big
one, aren't you?" he chuckled.  "Unfortunately, I can't do much more with
all those clothes on.  How about shedding them?  As he stripped, Kelly's
mind and body turned to liquid fire.  All of the liquor he had consumed,
the excitement of the game, the fact that his passions were again rising,
the alcohol-fed fear that somehow his father would never return as no one
else in his life ever had, all fused into an ovewhelming desire to be
protected and loved.  Naked, he turned to face the suave, inviting stranger
he had met only a few hours before.  He, too, had doffed his clothing.  The
14 year-old suddenly panicked, ran over to him, threw his arms around his
body, and sobbed into his chest.  "Here now, what's this?  Being together
has to be fun, kiddo.  No tears.  Come, sit and have a drink with me and
tell me about yourself."  Kelly was just about to tell Denning that he
couldn't drink any more liquor when the man pressed a heavy crystal glass
that held a healthy amount of whiskey into his hand.  "Hold it up against
the firelight," he murmured.  "Beautiful, isn't it?  Now drink, drink it
all."  Obediently, Kell did as he was told, aware of the burning sensation
all the way down to his toes.  Slowly, he melted back against the man,
feeling secure and oh, so comfortable.  They talked quietly as Denning
softly caressed his body.  Finally, his host felt that it was time for
more.

Kissing Kelly's hair, his eyelids, and the dimple in his square chin with a
growing fervor, his fingers lightly twisted the boy's nipples until they
peaked of their own accord.  Riffling over his sharply defined abs, they
pressed lower until they stroked the smooth, magnificently muscled thighs.
Gently, the fingers coaxed them to open wider.  Sleepily, Kelly complied,
feeling that if he wasn't in Heaven, he was surely on his way.  "Come now,
let's get you down on the floor."  With one muscular heave, Denning lifted
the heavy teen as he rose from the chair and then gently deposited him on
the thick Oriental carpet in front of the flickering fire.  Inasmuch as
Kelly's legs were still separated, he was able to work his tongue in
between them and lathe the soft creamy skin of the youth's inner thighs.
Kell moaned with pleasure.  "Like that, eh?"  Dunning laughed and continued
to work his tongue up until he touched the boy's substantial scrotum.
First inhaling one hefty ball and then the other, he nibbled on the lad's
sack and blew on his shaft until Kelly's moans turned to groans and he
began writing on the carpet.  Denning allowed himself a moment's pleasure
with the teen's frenulum and enflamed, weeping head before he softly
directed the youngster to turn over.  Kell was shaky, but he made it.
Muttering softly to himself, the tipsy lad was determined to give the man
everything he wanted.  Slowly he struggled to his knees, spread his thighs
wide, and leaned forward to burrow his reddish brown hair into muscular
forearms that rested on the blue carpet.  Denning caressed his buttocks and
reddened, swollen genitals and praised him.  Securing an ample amount of
precum from their flowing cocks, the gambler slicked his heavy sword before
working a goodly amount of the sticky liquid into the lad's wide-open anus.
Gripping Kelly's hips, he pushed in without stopping until his bush was
against the lad's butt.  "No virgin, barely an amateur, but so very, very
beautiful," the man murmured as he began thrusting and retreating.  His own
passions enflamed, he played the youngster for a long, absolutely
delightful fuck.  With a grunt of deep pleasure, he finally withdrew from
the lad and helped him sprawl on the carpet on his stomach.

When Kelly came to, early morning light was already entering the large
windows of the sitting room.  For a few minutes, he found himself
completely disoriented, but finally rose to his knees and looked around.  A
note lay on the richly polished wooden table beside the chair.  "Thanks,
Kelly, you were wonderful.  Have a good life.  The ten dollar gold piece is
yours.  You earned it.  Sincerely, N.D."  "I EARNED it?" Kelly asked in
horror.  "I GAVE him something because I liked him and I thought he liked
me.  SHIT!"  A very confused youngster got himself together and headed for
the facilities down the hall.  Unfortunately, the water couldn't quite wash
away the sensation of filth.  Indeed, he slunk towards the suite feeling a
sense of self-loathing that he hadn't experienced since Dad had said he
loved him.

That afternoon, stiff and sore beyond belief, Jon and Kelly returned to the
Crystal Palace from a particularly rough workout at the Post.  Both Barry
and Whitey had really poured it on.  (During the course of the afternoon,
they had agreed that despite the money and the fun, they "hadn't liked"
last night's activities.  As Kelly put it, "I felt like one of the girls!")
On arriving at the Crystal Palace, the limping, staggering duo was spotted
by Cindy Sue and Bettsy.  The girls told them that they had a liniment in
their rooms that they kept only for the "bosses."  As described, it was
both odorless and guaranteed to provide instant relief.  Their discomfort
was so great that neither boy could resist.  By now, Kell was less
sensitive to being around girls in the nude - and, not feeling under
attack, had dropped his defenses.  Stretching out naked on Cindy Sue's bed,
he received quite a rubdown!  He didn't even resist the blowjob - though he
knew he had experienced better.  When Cindy Sue wanted something very
specific in return, however, there were problems.  Her first request was
that Kelly eat her.  The simple fact is that he had only licked Ben's
perineum, sucked on his anus, and tongue fucked him once.  At 14, even a
pretty experienced and open-minded 14, it simply wasn't his favorite sexual
activity!  The youngster did his best.  He knew there was no free lunch -
he owed her!  He touched her body in all the right places, he stroked her
perineum; he kissed her around the vulva and upper thighs.  He kissed her
hair and her lips.  He even inserted a couple of moistened fingers into her
vagina.  He did EVERYTHING that the guys at the Post barracks had suggested
was a surefire winner!

Her dream was within reach, and her body was at an absolute fever
pitch...exquisitely sensitive and trembling violently.  Cindy Sue had never
felt anything like it in her duties at the Crystal Palace.  As Kelly
approached the young lady's sexual parts, however, a smell ascended that
was something straight out of the netherworld.  The smell...oh, God, the
smell...  THE STENCH!  Bravely, Kelly soldiered on.  As his saliva-laden
tongue lathed the young lady's clitoris, the boy was of the firm opinion
that he would almost rather be lapping at horse pucky!  Unfortunately, as
Cindy Sue's sexual arousal continued to rise, Kelly's continued to drop.
In ecstasy, she asked him to insert his penis in her vagina and make her
his.  The only problem at this point was that Kelly's penis was a long,
thick, almost gelatinous noodle.  Increasingly frustrated, he tried to
stimulate it manually.  He even asked Cindy Sue to suck on it.  There was
some stiffening and he managed to begin penetrating her.  Rather than the
educated male mouth or the wondrous anal canal, however, Kelly felt that
her vagina was more reminiscent of a bag...a large, soft, loose bag.  There
was...nothing...neither excitement nor, really, disgust.  Just NOTHING...
Defeated, he finally fell onto his back, tears in his eyes.  It was
actually Cindy Sue who kissed them away and said that it was ok.  They
would do better "next time."  "Can't make a purse out of a sow's ear,"
Kelly thought, dressed, uttered a few kind words, and escaped.

When Kelly discovered that Jon had experienced much the same fate as he -
namely, that his straight sex experience had varied from 1 to 2 on a
10-point quality scale - he insisted that they immediately move back home.
Discovering that Dad would arrive that afternoon, they decided that they
would tough it out.

Over time, Ben heard some details of the story from Ezra, some from Harry,
and some when they accidentally slipped out or were disclosed indirectly by
the boys themselves.  For the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to say
much of anything critical to them, at least at that time.  Later on, there
were discussions about dealing with physiological and psychological
peculiarities of the female of the species - and far more about being a gay
man in a straight world.  Nevertheless, as Sam Culpepper had said some time
ago, teenagers have to learn some things on their own.  One just hopes that
the experience isn't fatal!  For years, he howled about those bits and
pieces of the story that came his way.  Ezra, for instance, had reported
that he stopped by one night to find the two brothers (augmented by four
good looking young cowpokes) engaged in naked, four-legged "horsey" races
up and down the upstairs corridor!  Not a girl was in sight!  The saddles
were the hollows of their backs, the riders grabbing and lashing anything
they could reach to stimulate their steeds to greater speed.  One guy who
was bucked into the next county when he grabbed and twisted the wrong thing
should have taken some riding lessons from the Pony Soldiers!  Teenagers...


(To Be Continued)