Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2011 18:16:10 -0500
From: Keith Yates <farmerboykeith@hotmail.com>
Subject: Devyn's Struggle 24

This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men.
If this offends you, why are you here?  If you are under the legal age to
read sexually explicit material then do not read any further.  This story
in no way represents any person living or dead.  Any resemblance to any
real person is purely coincidental.

For those of you who have read my previous stories The Coach's Office
(Athletic section), Jake's Tale (College Section) and Rick's Barn (Rural
section) you will find this story a bit different than those.  I hope you
will give it a chance and if it isn't what you are use to from me then
don't worry as there will be additions to Jake's Tale and Rick's Barn that
you might find more interesting.

Character List

Devyn Roberts -- Main character

Judy Roberts -- Devyn's Mom

Frank Roberts -- Devyn's Dad

Brent Watson -- The boy across the street and Devyn's new friend

Linda Watson -- Brent's Mom

Richard Watson -- Brent's dad

Sue Henderson -- Devyn's Girlfriend?

Tracy Rogers -- Brent's Girlfriend?

Matt -- Works at Devyn's father's construction site and is gay.

Bryan -- Matt's partner

Tom fisher -- Man who befriended Devyn

Henry -- Devyn's first client.

Russell -- Devyn's most physically abusive client

Todd -- New boy Tom brought home.

Roberta -- Devyn's Grandmother

Hannah -- cop that arrested Devyn

Dean -- Hannah's partner who also helped arrest Devyn

Joe -- Hannah's Brother and Devyn's new guardian

Chapter 24

Devyn looked around at the shade covered lawn.  He glanced up at the large
porch that wrapped around the front of the house.  The green roof seemed to
blend in with the trees and it seemed to be part of the foliage.  Devyn's
gaze followed the curve of the driveway down to the creak that ran under
the bridge.  It was different than anything he had ever seen.  He could
only hear the birds chirping in the trees.  There was no traffic noises at
all.

"It is really quiet here," Devyn said.

"Probably different than what you are use too being around."  Joe picked up
a couple of the bags of groceries and headed toward the house.  Devyn
grabbed a couple bags and followed Joe up the side walk and the porch
steps.  Joe did not head for the door in the front of the house.  He moved
around to the side and went in through that door.  Devyn followed him.
They entered into a small room that held the washer and dryer.  Devyn
followed Joe through the door that was opposite the one he had just came
through and they were in the kitchen.  The kitchen table was in the center
of the room with the fridge, stove and cabinets on one wall, and a counter
and sink on the other.  There was a separate stove that Devyn assumed
correctly heated the room.  "Just put them down on the table," Joe
instructed as he headed back out for the rest.  Devyn did as he was told
and then hurried back out to help Joe.  In no time they had the stuff
carried into the house.

"I have never seen appliances this color," Devyn said.

Joe chuckled.  "It is called harvest gold.  It was very popular...well a
long time ago when my folks bought them.  They are older than you are, but
they still work great."

"Really," Devyn said surprised.

"Everything in the house is probably older than you," Joe said smiling.
"You have kind of stepped back in time."

"Amazing," Devyn said.

"As soon as I get this cold stuff put away," Joe said pushing food into the
freezer of the refrigerator, "I'll show you around."

Devyn moved to the window over the sink and looked out at the back yard.
The yard was mostly taken up by a garden and then there was a fenced off
section past that where there were a couple of cows grazing.  He had never
actually seen cows before so it was interesting to watch them munch and
chew the grass.

"You grew-up in this house?" Devyn asked Joe.

"Yes, I did.  It was a cool place to grow up."

Devyn followed Joe into a paneled living room.  The room was large with a
sofa, love-seat and recliner.  There was a television on a stand at one in.
The TV looked to be the newest item in the room.  The floor was wood and it
was polished and shined in the light coming in the large south facing
window.  The front door came into the room to the left of the large window.
My bedroom is over here," Joe said indicating a door.  He led Devyn further
into the house and they stepped into another room.  "This is my office."
The desk, computer and phone were set up like any in home office.  There
was also an old cabinet stereo and a shelf of vinyl albums.  There was
another door that led out to the other end of the porch.  Joe led Devyn
through another door and they were in the dining room.  And then back into
the kitchen.  "Your bedroom is upstairs."  Joe led the way to a door that
Devyn had not noticed before because it was on the other side of the
refrigerator.  The stairs were narrow and creaked as they climbed them.  "I
am sorry I didn't have time to clean up here before I left.  It is dusty
and well, needs aired out."  The room was small, but had lots of windows.
It was nothing like the one he had at his parents.  It was definitely
smaller.  He would probably not have much stuff anyway.  "It will be fine."

"I'll help you clean it up," Joe said.  He ran a hand across the ancient
dresser and then brushed the dust off on his pants.  "I should have cleaned
up hear a little more often."

"It won't take long to clean it up," Devyn said.  He looked out the window
and was looking down at the porch roof.  He could see the road, the creak
and the bridge.  He could also see the barn, a few more cattle and a grain
bin.

"You have a nice place.

Then Devyn heard something on the porch under them.  It sounded like an
animal scrambling across the wooden floor.  He heard it hit the screen door
they had came through and then heard it in the kitchen.  Then there was a
loud bark.

"Up here goof ball," Joe said.

"You have a dog?"  There was thunderous noise on the stairs and the nails
scrabbling on the hardwood floor as the dog stopped and turned to come
through the door.  He launched himself at Joe.  The yellow dog was panting,
wagging its tail and pushing its head against Joe.  "This is Barkley," Joe
said.

"Cool," Devyn said.

"Barkley, sit!"  The dog obeyed sitting down and looking up at Joe.  "Good
boy," he said padding the dogs head.  Joe moved and Barkley moved around so
that he was now facing Joe and Devyn.  He dropped back into a seated
position with his pink tongue sticking out.  "This is Devyn," Joe said to
Barkley.  "Devyn this is Barkley," Joe said.  Devyn leaned down and reached
out with his hand palm up.  "Barkley, shake," Joe said.  Barkley lifted his
paw and pushed it into Devyn's hand.  "Good boy."

"Awesome," Devyn said.

"Okay, get to know him," Joe said.

Barkley leaped up pushing Devyn back and sniffing him all over.  Devyn
landed on his butt and was licked and sniffed.  "I hope you like dogs," Joe
said smiling as Devyn laughed.  It was the first time Joe could remember
seeing the kid laugh.  "Good job Barkley," Joe thought.

"Yes, I do," Devyn said between tongue baths.  "I found a stray...well
shortly after my folks kicked me out.  We sheltered together under a tree.
He kept me warm.  I still miss him.

Devyn got to his feet and was soon greeted with a nose in his crotch.  The
dog pushed at his basket and then went between Devyn's legs.  His tell
slapping against Devyn's legs as the dog came out behind Devyn.

"He's just getting to know you," Joe said at the surprised look on Devyn's
face.  "He sniffed your crotch, so he must like you."

"Great, but that is quite the shock and a little um painful."

"Well, I am a little taller, so he doesn't actually hit the equipment too
hard when he does that to me.  He'll get use to you."

"I hope so," Devyn said and scratched Barkley's ears.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the upstairs.  Devyn
discovered that there were three bedrooms that opened off of the room
upstairs.  He found the house more comfortable than he would have imagined.
All of the furniture seemed to be older than dirt.  Joe obviously did not
believe in buying new until the old stuff was beyond repair and it seemed
that his old furniture was so well made that it would last forever.

Joe left Devyn alone for a couple of hours and went out to do some chores.
He had livestock to feed and water.  Joe had asked Devyn to go with him,
but Devyn was starting to feel sick to his stomach.  He was clammy and was
breaking out into a cold sweat.  He stayed behind and told Joe he would go
next time.  He laid down on the bed and curled up into a ball.  He felt
like he was dying.

Joe was pumping water into the trough for the cattle.  He had just put out
a new bale of hay and the cows were munching on it and were coming over to
drink.  He heard Barkley barking from the porch.  He turned to look at the
dog.  He ran down to where Joe was and the dog whimpered.  "Well, that is
your 'I need to go out now' whimper," Joe said looking at his Canine
friend.  "But you are already outside goofball."  Barkley ran back to the
house and stood on the porch and whimpered.  "I think Timmy is in the
well," Joe thought.  He turned off the hydrant and hurried back to the
porch.  Joe followed Barkley into the house and to the bathroom door.  He
saw Devyn laying on the floor in a puddle of vile looking vomit.  "Devyn,"
Joe said startled.  Joe hurried to his charge and saw the boy shaking and
sweating.  He lifted the slender boy up from the puke and carried him back
to the kitchen.

"I want to die," Devyn said.

"No you don't," Joe said.  He grabbed a rag and wetted it under the faucet
in the sink.  He went back to the kitchen chair where he had sat Devyn and
wiped his face with the cool cloth.

Devyn was shaking and trembling.  His body was broke out in a cold sweat.
"I, I, am going too..."  Devyn did not get to finish the words.  He turned
his head and poured forth more vile looking fluid.  If Joe had not had a
strong arm holding Devyn, the teen would have fallen from the chair and
landed in the puddle on the floor.  "I need the pills," Devyn managed to
say after his stomach had heaved up all it could.

"What pills?"  Joe asked.  He was growing more and more concerned about the
boy.

"Tom, gave them to me.  They were to help me relax," Devyn said.  "I would
sometimes get shaky after not taking them.  I guess I went to long."

Joe picked Devyn up again and carried the teenager to the truck.  He was
again surprised by how light the teen was.  He opened the door and sat
Devyn on the passenger seat.  He jumped behind the wheel and drove for
town.  He just hoped that the doctor would be in the office.

As Joe drove, he pulled out his cell phone and called.  The receptionist
confirmed for him that the doctor was in and they would be expecting him.

Joe parked in the small lot at the doctor's office.  He turned to Devyn who
was slumped against the door.  "Devyn," he said softly.  "Can you walk or
should I carry you."

Devyn only moaned in response.  Joe took it to mean that carrying the teen
was the answer.  He picked Devyn up and carried the boy into the office.
"Oh my!" Shirley the receptionist said.  "What happened?  Bring him in
here."  She moved and opened the door to the exam rooms.  Then she hurried
ahead of Joe to open the door on the free room.  "He is in with another
patient, but he will be with you soon."

Joe placed Devyn on the paper that covered the vinyl exam table.  Devyn
curled up into a fetal position and moaned again.  "Please give them to
me."

Joe paced while he waited.  He did not like seeing anyone in this much
discomfort.  For Joe, it felt like an eternity before the doctor entered
the room.

"Hi Joe," he said and then spotted the boy on the table.

"Doc," Joe said.  "My, my cousin is very sick.  I came in from doing chores
and found him on the bathroom floor.  He was throwing up.  I don't think it
is the flu."

"Is he on any medication?"  The doctor moved to Devyn and began examining
him.

"I, um, well don't know."

"You don't know?" the Doctor looked puzzled.

"He just came to stay with me today.  He was just fine earlier.  He said
something about some pills, but I have no idea what."

"Can you call his parents?" the doctor asked.

"Damn!" Joe said.  "I can't reach them Doc."

"Don't worry," Doc said.  "We will take care of him."

Joe waited as the doctor examined Devyn.  It took longer than Joe could
ever remember an exam taking.  "I need the pills," Devyn shouted and
grabbed the doctors white coat.  "I need them.  I need them now.  Give them
to me.  Please give them to me."

"What pills?" Doc asked Devyn.

"The ones that make me feel better, please let me have them."  Devyn was
pleading with the doctor.

"Doc?" Joe asked.

"I am going to give him something to make him relax," the doctor said.  He
gave Devyn and injection and then turned back to Joe.  "Step outside Joe."

"Doc?" Joe asked outside the exam room.

"Come into my office.  Close the door Joe.  Have a seat."

Joe sat.  He looked at the Doctor.  "What is it?"

"I think he is going through withdrawal.  Is there something you would like
to tell me?"

"Doc," Joe paused and took a deep breath.  "I don't know.  It, well, he..."

"Joe, I have known your family for years.  I stitched up your arm, set your
broken leg, nursed your mother, and more.  I think you know me well enough
to know I don't gossip and I also don't recall you having any cousins this
age."

"He could very well be on drugs.  He, well, he got mixed up with some bad
people.  I am, I am just trying to give him a new start."

"Then my guess is that he was addicted to something.  He is going to be
going through hell for the next 48 hours or more as the stuff works its way
out of his system.  He, well he is going to need you to be strong."

"Isn't there anything you can do for him," Joe asked.

"I would only prolong it.  I think it is better if he goes through it.
Maybe it will make him think twice about doing them again."

"What can I do then?"  Joe looked down his eyes were sorrowful.

"Just be there for him.  Get him to drink when you can, make sure he
doesn't dehydrate.  If you need anything call me."

"Great," Joe said.  "Thanks Doc."

Joe carried Devyn back through the waiting room and placed him gently on
the seat of the truck.  He drove home.  The shot the doctor had given him
kept Devyn sleeping through the night.  The next morning it was back to
hell for Devyn and Joe.

Joe stayed by Devyn's bed.  He wiped the sweat from Devyn and cleaned the
puke from his face after the teen vomited.  He held him tight and rocked
him.  He listened as Devyn begged for Joe to give him the pill or let him
die.  Joe gave up on keeping Devyn in fresh clothes.  He just let the teen
wear the tight white briefs and Joe held the almost naked youth as he cried
and begged and cursed.  He started taking out some of his feelings on Joe.
He hurled insult after insult.  Joe took it all.

"I hate you.  You are a fucking ass hole.  You son-of-a-bitch."  Devyn
pounded his fists against Joe's muscular chest.  His blows landing loud and
hard against the man.

Devyn then curled up and drifted off to sleep with Joe holding him and
wiping the sweat from his face with a cool damp cloth.

It had been a long three days for Joe.  He had gone out only to do his
chores and nothing else.  The rest of his time was spent with Devyn.  He
kept Devyn down stairs where the teen would be closer to the bathroom.  It
seemed to Joe that he no more got some fluid into the teen than Devyn was
throwing it up.  Joe kept sponging off the boy's body with damp cloths and
helping Devyn perform all of the normal bodily functions.

Joe just came in from doing his morning chores.  He was dead tired.  He had
gotten very little sleep over the past few days and the dark circles under
his eyes told the story.  He started to fix some Oat Meal for breakfast.
He popped the bowl into the microwave and then heard a noise from his
bedroom.  He wondered if Devyn was waking up.  He stepped to the door and
heard Devyn call his name.  Devyn's voice was weak, horse, but the teen
sounded more normal than he had in the past several days.

"I am right here," Joe said.

"What happened to me?  I feel...well...I feel like shit."

"Did I have the flu or something?"

"No, you didn't have the flu."  Joe moved and sat on the bed next to the
pale teen.  "Devyn, you were going through some really bad withdrawal.  You
have been on drugs."  Joe decided to just be blunt with Devyn.  He thought
it was the best way to handle the situation.  "Do you want to tell me what
they were?"

"I, um, I don't know," Devyn said.  He could not meet Joe's eyes.  "I just
took what Tom gave me.  The first time...the first time..."

"Devyn," Joe said touching Devyn's bare shoulder.  "You can tell me
anything.  I won't judge you.  It will not affect how I feel about you at
all."

Devyn took a deep breath before he spoke.  "I was really nervous the first
time...the first time I worked for Tom.  He gave me something to relax me.
He said it would take the edge off or something.  It didn't take long
before I was relaxed and able to...well...do the job Tom got me.  After
that, he started giving me the pills on a regular basis.  It got to where I
had to have them to just feel normal.  Then tom would threaten to withhold
them if I didn't do exactly what he wanted me to do.  He liked being in
control of everything."

"I am very sorry Devyn," Joe said.  "I wish I had known...You scared the
shit out of me.  I was afraid you were dying."

"I am sorry Joe.  I had no idea...I didn't know it would be like that.  I
don't even remember anything from it.  The last thing I remember was being
upstairs with Barkley and then feeling a bit sick to my stomach."

"Yeah, you didn't quite get to the toilet.  It was quite the mess."

"Oh, sorry!"  Devyn's face burned a bet from his embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it.  I am just glad you are better."

"I don't feel better," Devyn said.  "I still feel like I need the drugs.  I
want to feel good again.  I need to feel..."

"No Devyn," Joe said firmly.  "I know you might still crave the feeling
they caused, but you do not need them.  You cannot afford to start down
that road again."

"I guess," he said softly.

"Are you hungry or thirsty?"

"I am a little thirsty, but not really hungry."

Joe brought him some water and Devyn sipped at it.  "If I made some toast
would you at least try to eat it?  You have not had anything for several
days, and you need to eat something."

"I, um don't know," Devyn said.

"You are just skin and bones," Joe said.  "You need to eat.  At least try."

"Um, Joe," Devyn began hesitantly.

"Yes Devyn?"

"Um, over the past few days, how did I...I mean did you...was I able to go
to the bathroom without help?"

"No, you weren't," Joe said.

Devyn felt his face burn red.  He wanted to die.  He had never felt so
ashamed before.  "You helped me?"

"Yes," Joe answered.

"Um, thanks."

"No problem."

"You are one of a kind Joe."

"Yeah, they broke the mold after me," Joe said.  "The world could only
handle one of me."

"The world could use a few hundred thousand of you," Devyn whispered as Joe
left the room.  He watched the man walk out.  His eyes slid over the strong
back, broad shoulders, and down to the fit waist and hard buns inside the
faded denim of the tight wranglers.  "That ass could sell jeans like no
other," Devyn thought.

It took several more days for Devyn to even begin to regain his strength.
He felt as weak as a new born.  He would lay in bed and then move to the
living room and flip through the channels.  It did not take him long to
flip through them as Joe did not have anything but the most basic channels.
Whatever the TV antenna could pull in was all there was to choose from.
Devyn was going to be glad when he felt stronger.  He wanted to get outside
in the warm sun and feel more like a person again.

Now that Devyn was feeling better, Joe did not spend as much time in the
house.  He would eat breakfast with Devyn and then go out and work all
morning.  He would pop back in for a quick lunch and then go back outside
and spend the afternoon hard at work.  He was trying to get caught up on
all of the things that he had let go while Devyn was sick.  Finally on a
warm Friday Devyn felt like he was going to go crazy if he didn't get out
of the house.  He pulled on one of the new pairs of jeans that Joe had
bought.  They were loose on him so he knew he had lost more weight.  He
wondered if he could lose any more.  He stood in front of the mirror on the
dresser and studied his reflection.  He could count his ribs.  "Joe was
right you are nothing but skin and bones."  He pulled on a shirt to hide
his wasted appearance from his own eyes.  He knew there was little chance
anyone would find him attractive now.  The person he wanted to find him
attractive was the one that was least interested.  Devyn had decided that
Joe had no interest in guys.  He seemed to not have much interest in the
opposite sex either.  Devyn wondered if maybe Joe had lost his one true
love and had no desire to try for love again.

Devyn walked down the stairs and stopped in the kitchen to catch his
breath.  He couldn't believe how such little things made him weak for a
minute.  He wondered if he would ever feel strong again.  He walked out on
to the porch.  It was his first time outside since he got here.  It was a
beautiful day.  The sky was blue, but scattered with some white puffy
clouds.  The birds were chirping and there was a light breeze.  He stepped
off the porch and into the warm son light.  The sun felt good on his face
and bare forearms.  He had been inside for far too long.

Devyn walked toward the driveway.  Joe's truck was parked there, so he
assumed Joe was around somewhere.  Devyn followed the driveway around to
the barn.  He looked inside the open door.  The place smelled like hay,
which Devyn had not smelled before.  He looked around the dim interior.  He
saw a large tractor, a contraption he did not have a clue as to what it
was, and no Joe.  He walked on to the next barn.  There were three large
barns in a row.  The first one seemed to house all of the machinery.  This
second one seemed to have more machinery and hay.  He found Joe in the
third barn.  He was inside the fenced area with a large bottle feeding a
baby calf.  Devyn moved closer to watch.  The calf seemed focused on
nursing every drop of milk from the bottle.  In no time the calf was
sucking air and Joe quickly pulled the nipple from the animal's mouth.  The
calf balled in protest.  He butted against Joe's leg.  "You will get more
later," Joe said pushing the animal back and quickly scaling the fence and
dropping to the ground beside Devyn.  "You must be feeling better?"

"I am.  I just had to get outside for a while.  I hope you don't mind."

"This is your home now.  You can go anywhere you like...of course don't
mess with any of the machinery or leave gates open or mess with the
livestock."

"But I can go anywhere right?"  Devyn grinned.

"Yeah," Joe said smiling back.  "It isn't that I don't trust you," he said
explaining.  "It is just you are new to the farm and you probably don't
know all of the rules and on a farm there are a lot of rules.  It is for
your own safety and that of the animals."

"I look forward to learning," Devyn said.

Joe smiled.  "Yeah, I bet you do.  It has been a long few days."

"It sure has," Devyn agreed.

Devyn followed Joe around while Joe did the remainder of his chores.  Devyn
was interested and fascinated in almost everything.  He watch closely
listening to Joe explain things as he went.  Devyn listened closely.  He
knew one of these days he would be helping Joe with the chores.  Joe lifted
a 50 pound bag of feed effortlessly.  Devyn wondered just how much the man
could bench press.  He could not help but be drawn to the hard biceps and
muscular shoulders as they flexed lifting the heavy bag.  Joe poured the
feed into a trough and the cattle came up and started picking it up before
he was even done pouring.  Devyn stayed on the other side of the fence and
watched.

"What do you do with the, um, cows?" Devyn asked as Joe climbed back over
the fence.

"These calves," Joe emphasized the word, "are going to be sold as feeders.
I have about 100 head of cows in the pasture and this lot are their
offspring.  I have more calves in the pasture to wean, but I want to get
these gone first."

"It sounds complicated," Devyn said.

"It isn't really," Joe said.  It will all sort its self out in your mind.
Just give it time.

"Sure," Devyn said skeptically.

The next day Joe took it easy and only did the chores that had to be done.
He was going to have to harvest wheat soon, but it was not quite ready yet.
He also was going to have to start mowing down his hay crop.  He was hoping
to teach Devyn a few things so the teen would be able to start pulling his
weight around the farm.  Today however, was going to be just a quiet
relaxing day.

"Ever been fishing?" Joe asked Devyn during breakfast.

"Sure," Devyn said.

"Want to go with me today?"

"Yeah, it sounds fun," Devyn said his eyes sparkling a bit in the morning
light coming through the panes of the kitchen window.

"Cool," Joe said.  "If you will do the dishes, I will go find the poles."

Devyn did the dishes.  He was still surprised that Joe did not have a
dishwasher.  It was amazing how many of the conveniences he had at home
were missing from Joe's place.

Joe drove them back to the pond.  He showed Devyn how to open the gate and
close it behind the truck.  It would save him time from not having to jump
out and back in.

The pond was quiet and the breeze was cool.  There was a tree or two next
to the water, so they sat down and relax letting the fish nibble at the
bate on the hooks.

"You know," Devyn said softly, "the last time I was fishing it was with
Brent."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was the best trip.  It was when we discovered we were interested
in each other.  You know sexually.  It was on that trip that we
first...um...well..."

"Did you two have sex?" Joe prompted.

"No, not exactly.  We got off together, but we didn't really do anything.
We just...we just humped each other.  You know the friction set us off."

"It can do that," Joe said grinning.

"We didn't really know what to do with each other.  We were both naive."

"I bet," Joe said grinning.  The picture he had in his mind was quite
erotic of Devyn and the boy known as Brent.

"I wish I could go back to that time," Devyn said his voice wistful.

"I am sure you do, but you can't go back.  You will just have to deal with
the present.  You learned a lot since then."

"Oh yeah," Devyn agreed.  "I know more about sex between guys than I ever
thought I would."

"I think you learned more than just about sex."

"Yeah, I learned about the hard knocks you get along the way."

"Just don't repeat those past mistakes."

"I won't," Devyn said and he honestly meant it.

Copyright 2011 by farmerboykeith@hotmail.com

Wow Devyn's life has sure taken a change hasn't it?  Do you think this is
going to be great place for Devyn?  What about Joe?  Is he a great guy or
have we just not found him to be a scum bag yet?

Please send your comments to farmerboykeith@hotmail.com

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