Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2001 14:06:26 -0500 From: Bob Nelson <Gay_Viking@hotmail.com> Subject: Chapter 16, The Bagboy Warning! This story, especially this chapter, describes graphic sex acts between a man and an underaged boy. It is to serve as a warning, to show the negative aspects, NOT to condone such child abuse and rape. I do NOT approve and post this to show the despicable type of man who would do such acts. If you are underage or do not want to read it, please leave now. All others read it as a bad example of abuse, NOT love or loving sex. Tell me what YOU think. Ralph's Early Years, 2 The Bagboy, Chapter 16 by Bob Nelson We three had a good night's sleep the first night Bob was home with me at my folks' place. Mom made sure both Bob and Ralph knew this is their home as long as they need or want a place. Her cooking makes sure they aren't unhappy about having to live here. Breakfast this morning is a perfect example. "Good morning sleepy-heads! Did all of you sleep all right?" Mom asks as she pours our O.J. "Great, Mom." "Yes'm, Miz Hanson." "Yes Ma'am. Thanks for putting me up while I heal." "Well, you know we won't have you anywhere else, Mr. Bob. My friend Jane, or Nurse Jane as you call her, told me how serious you were hurt and how lucky you were that this fine young man, Ralph, saved your life. Both yours and Greg's." "Aw, it wasn't nothin' -- I mean I didn't do much, Miz Hanson," Ralph replied, looking down with a slight blush. "Oh yes you DID save my life, Ralph!" Bob replied, then continued, "but we've been over that time and again, so let me just say 'Thanks, Lil' Brother,' now come here." he says standing up with a big smile. Ralph gets up slowly, not knowing what Bob has in mind, walks over to him, then is enfolded in a warm hug by Bob, at which he tenses a little, then relaxes and carefully hugs Bob well away from the wound. Ralph is about four inches shorter than Bob, and lays his head against Bob's chest, closes his eyes and smiles, then asks "Do you mean that, Bob? That you think of me as a little brother, too? Greg's called me that for two days and it sure sounds good ! I never had a brother, or even a sister. Like I told you last night, I found some cousins and my mother's folks when I was twelve. That made me feel a whole lot more whole -- more real -- I don't know exactly how to say it." Bob looks down, smiling, "You mean connected and accepted? Because that's the way I feel about both you and Greg. I have one brother but he's twelve years older than me and I never really connected with him. He was grown and gone before I hit my teen years, when I really wanted and needed a big brother." Ralph looks up with a slowly widening grin. He's handsome and gets gorgeous when he smiles. I guess it's because he smiles with his whole body. You know people who smile with just their mouths, others who also use their eyes or their whole faces; but Ralph's whole body responds like a pup that shows how happy he is to be noticed, petted, and praised. Puppies wiggle and wag their tails but Ralph stands straighter and prouder, but somehow melts into Bob's arms. Not sexual, at all -- just a warmth when he realizes that Bob feels about him the same way I do. Well, not quite -- I came perilously close to reacting sexually to him when we first got home from the hospital. I'm SO glad I pulled back! Ralph didn't need my "love" as an introduction to sex. He was so lonesome and probably scared leaving his home in the mountains that he was very vulnerable and would have let me do anything I wanted. But I couldn't do it with him with my lover laying up there in the hospital. These thoughts flash through my mind in less than the five seconds that Bob and Ralph hug. I look over at my Mom, who is beaming. "Now come over here, Ralph, so I can add my hug." His smile widens and lights up like a thousand watt bulb as he walks over to hug Mom, who folds him into her warm embrace. She's put on just enough weight over the years that she's "comfy" to hug. No angles or bones, just a comfortable, loving lady. She puts the icing on Ralph's cake when she says, "Welcome home, Ralph! I said it last night, but I'll keep saying it until you really believe it. I'm not going to thank you again, but want you to know that now, and every day you're here, if you want a Mama's hug, just come and ask me. And if you don't ask me every day, I'll find you and give you one. Is that all right?" "Yes MA'AM! I didn't realize that I haven't had a nice, warm, lady's hug since my own Momma left, over four years ago. It sure does feel good!" "Well, it feels good to me, too, and I'd appreciate it if you'd call me 'Mom' instead of Miz Hanson -- whenever you get ready to." "Yes'm -- I mean yes, Mom Hanson. I'll try just - - - Mom in a few days." When he said the word he blushed deeply, embarassed but so pleased to be truly at home. We dig into the mound of scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon, O.J. and big glasses of milk. Piles of toast appear out of the warming oven Dad had made for Mom. It keeps the toast warm without drying it out or making it soggy, similar to warming ovens above the cooktops of old wood stoves. Mmmmm. GOOD! "Please pass the jam, Ralph" I ask. "Sure, Brother Greg. I had some of this strawberry stuff -- is it jam?" "That's strawberry jam, Brother Greg. Mom gently boils down the whole berries, adds sugar, and keeps cooking it until it's nice and thick. Do you add anything else, Mom?" "No, dear. Some people put in pectin or gelatin but I like to just cook it slowly until it's thick enough, then spoon it into the jars that I've had cooking so when I seal them they can be stored anywhere." "You cook the jars?" Ralph asks, sounding surprised. "I just keep them in boiling water until I get the bubbling jam into them, then seal them and set them aside to cool. Capping them when they're boiling hot seals them when they get cool. I say I have to cook everything so there's no danger of any bugs sneaking into my jam." "She means the little invisible bugs or germs, Ralph. No real beetle, roach or even an ant would dare come into Mom's kitchen!" "Well, it's mighty good! And this other is jelly? I can't find any seeds or pieces. Is it blackberry jelly?" "Yes, it is, Ralph. I make both blackberry jam and blackberry jelly. Sometimes I even make apple-blackberry jelly. We have some nice fruit trees but have to go out to a friend's farm to pick the blackberries every spring." "It tastes just like fresh blackberries. I remember my Momma making some blackberry jam or jelly, cooking it slow and stirring it a lot in the big iron pot over the fire. She used honey for sweetening 'cause sugar was so dear. We had some blackberry vines and bushes up in the mountains. In fact, it was blackberries that I argued about with the bear, on my Spirit Quest." "Argued with a bear?" Mom asks, horrified. "He told us a fascinating story about it, last night, Mom. Some night when Dad's home I'd like you both to hear it -- if you don't mind telling them, Brother?" I finish, looking at Greg. "No, Greg, it might help them know me better, and it made a big change in my life." After breakfast, when we are all stuffed, Bob and I finish our second cup of coffee while Ralph drinks another glass of milk, then we thank Mom and excuse ourselves. We head out of the house into the back yard. It's already ten o'clock, and the sun is warm and feels wonderful. We each stretch out on a deck lounger with its padded mattress. If we had a pool we might dabble our feet in the water, but it fees SO good just to lay back in the sunshine. "Mind if I take my shirt off, guys?" Bob asks. "This sun might help my side heal faster." "Good idea, and I'm going to take mine off, too. Ralph, you want to join us sun worshippers?" I ask. "Sure, brothers. I usually went without a shirt all summer, and it's warmer down here than it is in our woods," he says as he strips his T-shirt off. I admire this young man's body again, able to enjoy it with only a little twinge of lust. I see Bob looking at him the same way, and we smile at each other when he realizes he's been caught admiring our "little brother's" body. But for each of us, looking at him is SO much more than just a lustful look at a teen. This young man has become very special to both of us and to my folks. He is so real, so natural, and so open with his feelings. I wonder if our "civilized" way of life has washed and bleached our real feelings out of most of us, or just covered it over with the crud of "modern living." I know I would not have felt comfortable a month or two ago looking at a young man admiringly. Now it seems the only way to be honest with my own feelings. Bob smiles and nods, as though he's just had the same thoughts and feelings. Bob's body is more mature, and when I look at him I start getting a little tight in my shorts. I just jumped into a T and shorts this morning, so I don't have underwear or thick Levis to hide my developing wood. I smile a little more broadly as I look for the bird that's singing to us. Bob, lying on the lounge next to me, reaches over and runs his hand down my chest to my abs, stopping just above my navel. "Happy thoughts, Greg?" he asks. My semi-boner hardens completely as he touches me, as I reply "REAL happy thoughts, Bob-lover." Bob's hand flexes a tiny bit, but enough to make my hardon lurch again. WOW! Much more of this and I'll start leaking precum! I didn't realize I was so horny, but I'm so comfortable with both of these guys that I can show it. Bob removes his hand as he reads my facial and body language. "Don't want you to make a mess out here, Greg-lover. Later, tonight, maybe?" "You've got a date, Lover." Then I realize we're ignoring Ralph. I look over at him and see him smiling at us through half-closed eyes. He obviously is very comfortable with us touching and talking about possible sex, later. Still, it seems selfish for us to flaunt it in front of him. "Ralph, when we were in the hospital, waiting for Bob to wake up after his operation, you told me about your seeing your cousins feeling each other's stiffy at the swimming hole, how it made your stiffy so hard that you squirted out your cum for the first time. But you said there were two other times when something happened that made you pretty sure you're gay -- we don't use the word "queer" like Cain did. Would you tell us about those times? We're far enough from the house here that Mom and Dad can't hear us, and no one lives in or uses the field behind this chain link fence. We'd love to hear more of your story, lil' brother, wouldn't we, Bob?" "We surely would, Ralph," Bob says. "Well, I guess it's part of my growing up you brothers should know. I hope you don't feel different about me after I tell you." "No, never!" Bob quickly answers. "Ralph, we could never love you less. You ARE our little brother, now and forever!" I add. "OK. The next time I saw anybody having sex and got a stiffy was when Cain and I were visiting a bunch of people whose cabins and buildings were in the next hollow to ours, down near the flat. I'd never been there and thought it was a town 'cause there were five cabins that people lived in, with a big barn, a little house just for chickens to live in, and a shed with a plow and wagon in it. The barn was so big it had an upper part. They called it a loft. We'd been invited for Thanksgiving the year Momma left, the first time we'd ever had dinner with another family. Cain always grumbled about the fuss Momma made over it, but she insisted that we should always remember that the Indians had welcomed the white men into this country with a feast, after they had taught the settlers how to farm here. Anyway, after the big meal I was so full I had to go walk around, so I went outside to look at all the cabins, how they were built, which ones had a porch, how many windows, and such. I saw one that had two chimneys! They must have had a fireplace at each end, and were warm from one end to the other! That was my first idea of "rich folk," people rich enough to be warm all night and have enough to eat every day. So, after looking at that one, I went to see what all was in the big barn. I walked in through the big door, so big that two horses could go in side by side. None were in there now, but I saw where they kept them when it was real cold out. Then I heard some people talking in kind of angry or excited tones, but I couldn't hear it clearly. THen I saw a ladder leading up there from the horses' feed bins so I slowly climbed up to see if someone was in trouble and might need my help. When I raised just my eyes above the level of the upper floor, I almost lost my grip and fell back down the ladder. There was a man fucking a boy about my age, while a girl a little older watched, laying on her back with just a pair of panties on, but with her titties uncovered. The man was slamming his cock into the boy and saying "Push back when I push in! Harder! That's the way! UH! UH! UH! Oh, YEAH! Now you're loosening up. Oh, man, that boy-pussy is still so tight I can't hold it much longer. I'm gonna use my Key to open your Gates of Heaven and we're about to enter the Holy Land when I fill your boy tunnel with the Seeds of the Joy of Life! Oh, GOD! Oh, YEAH! Feel it! Feel the Holy Hardshaft of LOVE! My Key to Heaven is unlocking your Heavenly Hole! Pray with me, Boy! Oh, THANK YOU GOD, for showing us this way to Heaven! Here it CUMS!! Oh, YES, God! Here we CUM on our Holy Way to Heaven...." He had his eyes squeezed tight shut and stopped ramming, just kind of quivered while he was holding that boy's hips back right against his own hips. About that time I must have made a sound or moved, becuase the man stopped. Just stopped still with his cock still buried all the way in the boy's ass, and they both turned to look at me. The girl did, too. "YOU! BOY! Come HERE!" the man hollered at me as he eyes flew wide open. He really looked mad -- maybe just mad that I'd caught them. "I said COME HERE!" he hollered, louder than before. I was shaking so bad I almost lost my hold on the ladder, but I couldn't move. His eyes just speared me dead still like light does to a deer at night. I couldn't go back down no matter how I wanted to. I just climbed one hand and one foot at a time until I was on my knees on the rough board floor. I started knee-walkin' toward him, too scared to go fast, too scared not to go. He knew he had me. I kept going until I was close enough for him to reach me. He grabbed me by one arm so tight it really, really hurt. "NOW -- what were you doing spying on us?" he said fiercely. Not as loud, but it seemed louder, as he was only a couple of inches from my face. "No, Sir! I wasn't spying! I just was looking around, came into the barn, then heard somebody up here like they were hurt or in trouble. I just came up to see if I could help." Now the fierce and angry look on his face turned into a Devil's smile. "Well, well, WELL! Yes! You CAN help! You probably heard Sammy holler and cry a little when I first slid my Key of Heaven into his Lock on Heaven's Gate. But he's not hollering or crying now, are you Sammy?" he said, as he hit the little boy on the back of his head. "No, sir" Sammy answered so quietly I could barely hear him. It sounded like he was trying to keep from crying. "See? He likes it! And now that you're here, I'll show you Heaven, too!" "You mean HE has another Lock on Heaven's Gate?" the girl asked, kind of loud. "Of course he does! I can he does from the way he's so surprised by seeing us opening Sammy's Lock. But he's curious, so I know he wants his Lock opened too. Lucky that I have the Key to all your Locks!" "But you told me that *I* had the only Lock to Heaven't Gate!" she grumped. "That once you opened it, we'd both be in Heaven and live there together! You didn't say you'd bring everybody else in with us! You opened my lock and then as soon as Sammy came looking for me, you decided to open his Lock, too! Does everybody have a lock you have to open?" "No, of course not! Only you young ones whose Locks have never been opened are the way to enter Heaven!" He started banging into Sammy's butt again, closed his eyes, tilted his head up and started prayin', "Thank you God for bringing these young persons here to share the Heavenly Glory You have offered us! THANK you for giving me the Key to all their Heavenly Locks! AMEN!" That's when I remembered where I'd seen and heard him before. He was one of the Saddle Preachers who came through the mountains a couple of times each year, holding Church wherever there was a cabin big enough, with people enough to give him some food or money. Most people up here never had money, so he'd eat as much as he could, then take a ham or a couple of live chickens for the rest of what he called his "Love Offering" from the people. And now here he was, giving back something that looked so sinful, so bad that I wasn't able to move or talk. He was one of the travelling preachers who shouted and hollered about the sins of the flesh, about men lusting after women, women lusting after men, and worst of all, boys lusting after other boys. The "Worst Sin of ALL, from Sodom and Gomorrah!" he'd called it when I heard him. That had made me feel real funny and scared inside, as it was only a few months after I'd seen Jakie and Luke playing with each other, then sucking on each other's stiffies. And liked what I saw so much that I squirted my cum for the first time. So here he was, fucking the boy. I guess he was the kid brother of the girl that he'd fucked first. And he was saying I was next! Oh Hell, oh DAMN! I got hard when I first saw his big thing going in and out of Sammy, and seeing Sammy's stiffy but I sure went soft when I thought of him putting his big thing in me! I couldn't see how long it was, but it was so BIG around! It was so big that Sammy was bleeding some around where it went into his bung hole. He was still whimpering, but the Preacher man didn't notice. He was looking at me, grinning his Devil's smile. Just then Sammy said, "Take it out -- it still hurts! PLEASE take it out!" "SHUT UP, you little queer boy! You like it, you KNOW you like it! And I'll keep going until I fill you with more Seeds of Holy Life and take you all the way to Heaven! Uh, UH -- UH! UH! UH!" he said as he started slamming his cock back into Sammy. Sammy was quivering, whimpering but trying not to cry as he seemed to know it would only make the Preacher Man madder and make him hurt more. I kind of woke up, then. I knew it would NOT be fun or Heavenly if he put that thing in my bottom! It had been really exciting when I thought the boy liked it, but I knew it was all just fun for the Preacher Man -- with any kid who hadn't been fucked before! Not for ME! I was going to get away somehow before it was my turn! The girl saw the look on my face and decided to help me, I guess. She said "Hey, Preacher Man, want me to come hold your balls up while you slam into Sammy? Like I did when you opened my Lock on Heaven's Gate?" "Oh, YEAH! GOOD idea! I'm getting closer, but I don't want to finish, yet. Play with his dick while you jiggle my balls and maybe he'll like it better, too," he said. She got between him and me and started holding and jiggling his balls, then rubbed Sammy's little stiffy. He stopped whimpering, kind of, but still didn't look like it was any fun for him. The Preacher Man closed his eyes to enjoy the new feelings, so I slowly started crawling backward toward the hole in the floor where the ladder was. I moved real slow, so he wouldn't hear me, but I had to get out of there! I turned my head to see where the hole was and it was still about four feet behind me. I made sure there was nothing between me and the hole that would make noise if I moved it, and kept on. Just as I reached the hole and put one foot through it, the Preacher Man opened his eyes. He had a huge smile on his face as he was slamming into Sammy hard as he could, until he looked over the girl's shoulders and saw me, almost gone. "BOY! YOU, Boy! STOP! Come BACK here, RIGHT NOW!" Oh, I was so scared -- but I wasn't about to stop or go back to him! I just shook my head no, turned to make sure my feet were on the ladder rungs, then dropped over the edge. I don't know if my feet touched the rungs on the way down or if I just let the ladder slide between my fingers. All I know is that I hit the floor of the barn a little hard, but not hard enough to get hurt. I turned and raced out the door, still hearing the Preacher Man hollering for me to come back. He wasn't so loud, down here. Guess he didn't want any of the other grownups to know what he was doing to their kids. Well, he wasn't going to do it to me! I ran to the cabin where we'd had the big dinner, where the men were still sitting on the front porch. Cain was there, smoking a cigar somebody'd given him, looking like he was just as good as they were. Well, one thing was for sure, he was a hell of a lot better than that Preacher Man! I slowed down as I got in sight of the porch and kind of mosied over to sit on the edge of the porch. Real quiet, but close to the adults who could keep the Preacher Man away from me. I was still real shaky and scared inside, kind of confused as to whether I'd wanted to do anything like that and the sick feeling when I saw that a big man was raping a little boy after he'd raped his sister. UH! A man of God? I don't think so! Not like any of the others who came through here. One, Pastor James, always was nice, talked of love, showed that he liked everyone, and even tried to bring some things in that we didn't have, like some sugar, or another time bananas. First ones I'd ever seen and I didn't know if I liked them until my second bite. GOOD! Thinking of him and that man up in the barn, I knew one was a man of God, the other was Son of the Devil, using God's name all wrong! So, that was my second time to see people having sex. It wasn't near as much fun or as exciting as watching my cousins play with each other's stiffies, but I had liked looking at Sammy's butt and stiffy. I didn't see anything exciting about his sister's titties. That made me think more that maybe I didn't want to play or have sex with girls. The third time I saw guys having sex was what decided me, though. But that's another story, and I'm kind of dry from all this talking. I didn't mean to go on so long. Brother Greg, can I have another glass of orange juice or a big glass of water?" "Sure, brother Ralph, or we could all have a cold soda. We have Coke, ginger ale or root beer in the 'fridge in the kitchen. I'll get us each one. What'll you have, Bob?" "Root beer sounds good. Have you ever had one, Ralph?" "No, Bob, I don't want a beer. I don't need to start drinking that stuff. My Grandpa told me it makes us way crazy when we drink it." Bob and I smile as Bob explains, "Well, root beer isn't really beer. I don't know why it got the name, but it has NO alcohol in it. And you can have the first sip of mine, to see if you like it. If you do, Greg will get you one, OK?" "OK, brothers. I know that YOU two will never lie to me or make me do something I don't want to." It feels so good to have this young man's complete trust. He had a hell of a life with Cain, with almost being raped by a "preacher" and all the other things we don't know about. But he found his mother's people and began finding his own heritage. I'll bet he's always been honest, open and caring, willing to help anyone who needs his help. He's seen adults hurting kids, which I guess helped him decide to help Bob and me after Cain had us tied up, ready for slaughter. Thank GOD he came along! Time for sodas. This sun has us all thirsty. I bring back a small cooler with three kinds of soda plus a couple of half liter bottles of water. Bob unscrews the cap of his root beer, wipes the bottle neck off and hands it to Ralph, who takes a very cautious sip. Then he smiles and says, "Hey, that's good! Can I have one of my own?" "Sure! I brought three of them, in case you liked it. I want one, too. Here. You open it by twisting ...." "I know, brother. I watched my other brother." He unscrews the cap, wipes it like Bob had, and takes a big mouthful. TOO big! It froths up in his mouth and some comes out his nose as he coughs and gasps. "Hey! It's too full of bubbles! HOOO, boy!" "Just pour a little at a time into your mouth, Ralph. Let it sit on your tongue until it loses some of its bubbles, then swallow it. Too big a mouthful will do that to anyone." He tries it again, slower and less of it, lets it sit on his tongue to lose some of its fizz, savors the taste, then swallows. His famous Ralph grin spreads across his face, as he says, "Well, here's another new thing for me. I like it! But guess I have to be a little careful of all the new things that might choke me or be bad for me." My last vestiges of worry about this Nature Boy being overwhelmed by "Civilization" evaporate. I know now that he has his feet firmly planted in reality, has his priorities straight -- well, maybe not "Straight" but very clear. We'll find out from his next story whether he is just curious and aroused by watching sex, or whether he is only turned on by men and boys.... It's his choice, his life. We'll help him, but never push him. He's too precious and unspoiled a young man for us to ruin or to let anyone force him into anything that is bad for him. With his caution on trying root beer, I'm pretty sure he'll be careful when he tries other new things down here. We'll see, and we really enjoy the way he's curious and is learning what he likes, finding what he wants to do. Best of all, we get to share his wonder at this world that is all new to him. What a boy -- no, What a MAN, and what a joy to be around! My new brother, Ralph! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Ralph has told two stories of watching sex. What was his third experience like? Did it convince him to come out to Cain and save Bob's and Greg's lives? He is a very deep, mature young man, with more surprises in store! Stay tuned, and please send all comments, questions or suggestions on the story to Bob, Gay_Viking@hotmail.com. All will be answered. To get these chapters sooner, and to see pix of hot young men, join my website, Gay Vikings. Its URL is http://communities.msn.com/GayVikings It is Private, to keep kids out, so you have to ask to join. Please put "Bagboy sent me" to alert me.