Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2005 12:44:29 -0400
From: carl5de@netscape.net
Subject: HIGH PLAINS DOCTOR - 7

HIGH PLAINS DOCTOR - 7

Copyright 2005 by Carl Mason and Ed Collins

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the written permission of the authors.  However based on real events and
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.
Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the authors
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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
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands that anything other than safe sex is sheer insanity!


CHAPTER 7

(Revisiting Chapter 6)

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 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...

(Continuing Our Story - Baxter's Pond)

Not all of the boys' contacts with those of their own age were, of course,
restricted to the Pony Soldiers.  In 1873, the small settlements of western
Nebraska and the territories adjoining were isolated, and the isolation of
the surrounding homesteads was even greater.  Further, Jon and Kelly were
beyond the school-leaving age and relied on home tutoring.  Nevertheless,
they did come in frequent contact with their peers, as well as younger
children.  On one of their medical forays into the countryside, for
instance, they met several of the local boys, including one who had come
with them on the Orphan Train.  The upshot of this particular trip was that
they were invited to ride up to Baxter's Pond where the locals got together
to swim on Sunday afternoons when their duties permitted.  Barry,
unfortunately, had drawn duty, but Whitey was invited to join them and
eagerly accepted.

The riders approached the pond with a sense of anticipation and high
excitement.  They had been working long hours and were ready to just cut
loose.  As they rode down into a little depression in the hills, the
foliage began to become thicker.  Baxter's Pond was obviously the result of
a natural spring.  On a hot August day, the shade and the shouts of kids
enjoying the cool water were really welcome!  As they arrived in the
secluded hollow, they saw that several larger trees overhung the water.  At
that point, a really big teen - perhaps 15 or 16 years old - was hanging
from a branch while his contemporaries loudly chanted for him to let go.
"WOO- EE!" Whitey snorted.  "That boy's hung better than my Pa's prize
bull!"  Jon and Kelly chanced a quick, inquiring grin at each other.  When
the youngster finally dropped into the water and swam over to meet them on
the bank, they discovered that Whitey's initial enthusiasm was, if
anything, understated.  Dave was not only the lad who had traveled west
with them on the Train, but he also sported muscle on top of muscle.
"Looks like farmin' agrees with you," Jon exclaimed.  "Yeah," Dave
answered, "this life builds up muscles that you never heard about back in
Five Points!  Got a good family...can't believe how lucky I was to get out
of New York!"  Kelly quickly introduced Whitey, whom Dave greeted openly
and enthusiastically.  "Nice to see new faces," he chortled.  The visitors
quickly hitched their horses near the others, shucked their clothing, and
joined Dave in the melee going on in the pond.  The water was cold, but, oh
man, it felt so good!  Gradually, they met the other seven guys, all teens
other than one eleven year- old, who, it was explained by his frustrated
brother, couldn't be left at home due to their parents "visitin'.  It was a
good bunch, and our boys enjoyed them every one.  Not surprisingly, at
least as far as Jon and Kell were concerned, Whitey was crowned "King of
the Jungle."  That boy had a control over his body that was glorious to
watch.  Hanging from a heavy overhead branch, for instance, he was actually
able move in ways that Kurt, a German immigrant teen, excitedly called
"Gymnastik."

On short breaks, taken lying on the soft grass in the dappled sunshine,
Kell asked where all the adults and young kids were.  (He saw little need
to mention girls and women!)  Manny, another of the locals, said that the
children came to the pond on other days, usually accompanied by one or two
of their mothers.  Though they had very little time for play - or even
relaxation - the adults had still other days and times. Sunday afternoons,
however, were theirs!  "Do you have to guard against kids...and, maybe,
girls...sneaking up and watching you?" Kell asked.  "Nah," Manny answered,
we're too far from the homesteads other than the Baxters, and they only
have babies.  "I know," Kelly volunteered, "I helped my dad deliver the
latest."  "Oh, you're Doc Cabot's son!  Good man," he proclaimed.  And so
the conversation ran on a lazy, hot summer afternoon, a conversation that
could have taken place almost anywhere in America during the year 1873.

Looking around, he spotted Dave and Whitey talking.  The conversation was
clearly animated, and Whitey had one arm around the big teen's shoulders.
He wasn't particularly surprised, therefore, when he went into the heavier
bushes to pee and found Whitey trying to deep throat one of the biggest
dongs he had ever seen on a human being!  Holy shit!  Dave's cannon was not
only long and thick to begin with, but he was a GROWER!  Kell grinned and
made his exit quietly.  When the sun began to dip lower into the western
sky, Kelly motioned to Jon (who was still in the water) that it was getting
to be that time.  Reaching one of the few wide spots in the trail on the
way home, Whitey drew up alongside the two brothers.  "Guys, I really want
to make the Cavalry my life," he began nervously.  "Relax, Whitey," Jon
growled.  "You're among friends.  You do have to be awfully careful,
though.  It only takes one mistake.  You have to be awfully sure before you
open yourself up to the other guy.  Just know who your friends are before
you get into trouble that a Pony Soldier can't get out of.  We can talk
later...if you'd like."  "Thanks, Jon," the youngster said with relief
painted all over his handsome face.  "Barry said that you two guys were the
salt of the earth."  With that he fell back and they rode on through the
rich, dusty light of the late afternoon.

(Shoot-out at Kitty's Place)

It was shortly after nine o'clock in the evening when someone pounded on
the surgery door.  Ben, who was reading in the apartment sitting room
above, stuck his head out the window and was told that there had been a
shooting over at Kitty's Place.  Jon was out for the evening, but Kelly
grabbed his father's medical bag and was standing at the top of the stairs
before Ben got there himself.  Together, they crossed Main Street and
entered the mean little saloon.

Actually, it wasn't all that "little."  It's just that it shared few of the
cultural pretensions of the Crystal Palace.  Dark and dingy, for instance,
it attracted a far different crowd, a crowd that was there primarily to sop
up some of the cheapest rotgut in town.  Only after the rough cowhands,
transients, and an occasional NCO from the Post were thoroughly inebriated,
might they relieve their physical needs with some of the cheapest girls in
town or, perchance, crash on some sheets that were often as suspect as the
establishment.  The only thing in its favor was that it provided nearly
half of the ammunition for the Rev. Eziekiel Long's sermons.  In Ben
Cabot's view, this suggested that there had to be redeeming features not
immediately visible.

The sheriff had already arrived as the doctor and his son pushed their way
through the crowd.  Three men lay dead of gunshot wounds.  Kelly started as
he recognized one of the victims.  After quickly examining them and
clearing them to be moved to the morgue at the county seat, Ben looked
around.  The player piano had resumed batting out its hollow tunes; most of
the customers had resumed drinking and playing cards.  The burly giant
behind the bar had resumed pouring liquor and washing glasses, although his
shotgun still rested on the counter.  The customers standing at the bar
kept their distance.  A young teen in typical cowboy garb, his face white
with fear and tear-stained, sat crouched on a stool behind the barrier.

"What happened here, Sylvester?" Ben asked the sheriff.  "Pretty messy,
Doc," he grunted.  "If the stories are correct, seems that the
fancy-dressed dude, a professional gambler named Denning, kept pawing at
the little dude who's sitting over there behind the bar.  After several
warnings, his father and a friend finally had all they could take.  Rather
than leave, they tried to protect him.  He shot them both in cold blood.
One bullet each...  Tom, who always keeps a shotgun, a pistol, and a knife
behind the bar, shot Denning.  I've got to check the story, but if what's
been said is true, I'm probably going to decide that the bastard got what
was coming to him."  Thanking the sheriff, Ben moved over and sat down with
a rough old sergeant who sat drinking at a table near where the shootings
had taken place.

"Hi, Mulroony," Ben greeted the NCO.  "May I buy you another one?"  "Yeah,
thanks, Doc," the grizzled old veteran mumbled.  Ben signaled to one of the
serving girls who had returned to the bar, noticing that Kelly was talking
with the kid.  "You heard the Sheriff tell me what happened, Mulroony.  Did
he have it right?" "More or less," Pat Mulroony answered.  "At first, the
kid seemed rather interested in the gambler.  He sure wasn't getting any
attention from his father and his uncle.  Eventually, however, the kid
didn't want to play, especially when the rotgut started to make the guy
mean.  Strong stuff..." he breathed. "It would eat the plaster off the wall
of a hacienda.  When Denning started pawing the boy and wouldn't let him
go, he called to his dad for help.  At first, his dad and uncle didn't want
to be bothered, but finally he started crying and making a scene.  I looked
over.  The fancy-pants dude had his hand inside the kid's jeans.  The
father and his brother were pretty far into their liquor and made the
mistake of staggering to their feet and rushing the guy.  You know what
happened.  Well, Denning wasn't down in Texas.  We don't 'low that queer
shit up here!  They're all dead - and, as far as I'm concerned, good
riddance to them!"  Ben reported his conversation with the sergeant to the
Sheriff and headed over to the bar where, by now, Sal (the proprietress)
stood somewhat apart from Kelly and the boy, seemingly waiting for him and
the Sheriff.

"Evenin', Ben.," Sal greeted him.  "I sure didn't pick the best night to be
away from the Place, did I?  Peggy Svensen had some things she'd just
finished for Paddy."  "It was a rough one for sure," Ben grunted.  "Know
anything I don't know?"  "Not really," the Boss Lady replied, but I don't
think Tom did the wrong thing.  The guy who shot the other two was
molesting the kid.  More, he was drunk as a skunk and there's no telling
what he would have done next."  "How about the kid?" Ben asked.  "He's in
pretty bad shape," Sal answered.  "I don't know what we're going to do with
him, Doc.  He tells me that he doesn't have anyone else back home, and
there's no orphanage between Omaha and Denver.  Going to talk with him?"
"Yeah," Ben muttered and, making eye contact with the bartender, moved over
towards the huddled pair of teens.  Sal called out to him as he approached
the boys.  "Would you like to talk with them in my office, Ben?"  The young
doctor turned around, nodded his head in thanks, and motioned for the boys
to come with him.

In the office, young "Shorty" Blanding sat between Kelly and Ben.
("'Shorty'?" Ben thought to himself.  The 15 year-old was a bean pole!
Obviously, he had just finished a major growth spurt.  Reminded him a bit
of a slightly younger version of Chip, a.k.a. Rawhide.) Though he appeared
to be in shock and said nothing about the sexual angle, he basically
confirmed what Ben had heard.  "Shorty, you can't stay here.  I live
nearby.  Kelly is my son.  He has a brother named Jon.  How about spending
the night with us?  We'll try to sort things out in the morning."  Kell
threw his arm around Shorty's shoulders and murmured, "Yeah!"  Confusion
and pain in his dull eyes, the boy nodded and followed Kelly out of the
office.  After thanking Sal and speaking briefly with the Sheriff, Ben
caught up with the boys as they crossed Main Street.

(On Using and Being Used)

Two hunky kids stole into Ben's room around midnight.  No matter, he was
still reading.  Noticing their drawers, he grinned and said, "That's a
first!"  Looking down, they suddenly realized that they still had them on.
Kelly grinned before saying, "Well, Dad, we had a real battle getting
Shorty to sleep.  He's pretty much out of it."  Continuing in a lighter
vein, he added, "Besides, we didn't want to scare him with our manly
physiques!"  In the background, Jon posed, flexing some new muscle that he
seemed to have added recently to his chest and arms.  "I finally had to go
downstairs and get a sleeping potion for him," Kelly continued.  He dead to
the world now."  "Listen, DOCTOR Kelly, unless I tell you 'what,' 'how
much,' and 'when,' you can't give ANYONE medicine until you've got that
degree on your wall," his father growled. "I'm serious!  Hear?"  "Yeah,"
mumbled a suddenly subdued young man.  Taking mercy on his monsters, Ben
waved them both onto his bed.  Quickly dropping their drawers on the floor,
they hopped up, their high spirits instantaneously revived.  For a few
minutes, he just held them, one on either side of his body, rubbing his
hands across their broad muscled backs, nuzzling their hair, and looking
down appreciatively at their beautiful rounded butts.

"I knew one of those guys at Kitty's Place tonight," Kelly mumbled.  "Which
one?" his dad asked.  "Denning," came the answer in a low, angry voice.
Commenting that he didn't sound as if he liked the individual very much,
Ben waited patiently.  Though he was curious as all hell about what had
gone on during his trip to Omaha, he knew that he would learn more by
keeping his mouth shut.  "Yeah," Kelly continued, "he was at the Crystal
Palace last week.  I hate him!"  "Why's that?" Ben asked quietly.  "He used
me!" Kelly almost shouted.  "I'm confused," Ben said calmly.  "What do you
guys mean by the word 'used'?"  "That's easy," Kelly snorted.  "It means
that a guy just did something for himself without giving any thought to the
feelings of the other person.  It doesn't matter whether the other person
gets paid for it or not," he snapped.  "Yeah," Jon added, "and he gets what
he wants by unfair means, like liquoring a kid up!"  "Right, Jon," Kelly
says more calmly.  "I also think it leads to the other person's feeling
'cheap' rather than 'better about himself'.  As Dad is always saying, 'We
need to build people up rather than tear them down.'" Tens of specific
questions about the incident or incidents in question sprang to Ben's mind,
but he knew teenagers well enough to keep them to himself, at least for the
time being.

"Ok, I get it - but there's something that's bothering me about your
explanation," Ben countered.  By now, of course, the boys had gotten off
their stomachs and were lying on their sides, facing his legs, their faces
raised to his.  How he would have loved to reach down and grab those
luscious baskets, but, he sighed, that would have to wait...a little while.
"Yeah," he continued, "don't some people go around LOOKING to be used?"
When both Jon and Kelly answered in the affirmative, he continued, "Why do
you think they do that?"  "Maybe they feel angry and want someone to do
something that will make them feel even angrier," Kelly suggested.  "Or,
maybe, they feel deep down that they're losers and want some proof."  Kelly
gulped as he made his second suggestion, but he added nothing more.  "Maybe
it's easier being a bottom than a top," offered Jon who was clearly on
high.  For that he got a shove in the middle of his chest from Kell.  Ben
growled and asked another question.

"If you don't like the feeling of being used," Ben asked (very) carefully,
"how do you prevent or at least minimize it?"  "Well, I guess you could do
things that would make you feel better about yourself - like spending your
time helping to build people up rather than feeling sorry for poor old
you," Jon suggested.  By now, Kelly was deep in thought.  "If you
occasionally get caught and ARE used," he mumbled, "don't act like a creep
and start doing the same thing to others.  Above all, LEARN from it!"
After a sort pause to let the ideas sink in, Ben made his own contribution.
"At Harvard, I learned something that might help.  'Beware of Greeks
bearing gifts!'"  Kelly and Jon grinned up at him, ripped off the sheet
that covered his body, and hugged his legs until Ben yelped.  When two
mouths began licking and sucking simultaneously and he felt himself go hard
erect, it was difficult to interrupt them, but he did.

Saliva dripping from their lips, the boys looked up at him questioningly.
"You've worked hard all day...really hard.  I think that you deserve a
special reward."  Wiping his lips on the back of his hand before smirking,
Kelly asked, "Are you Greek?"  "Nope, English...English...and more English
- though I obviously LOVE the Irish!" Ben snorted.  "What's this reward?"
Jon asked.  "If you're willing to experiment," Ben answered, "I think I can
show you something new.  Sex, you know, can be enjoyed by one person.  It's
just that it's so much more fun with two.  Do we agree" "Yeah," Jon and
Kelly answered simultaneously, their interest aroused.  "Well," Ben
continued, "tonight's little reward will show you how it can be enjoyed by
THREE!"

Lightly kissing their heads as he passed - and quickly checking on Shorty -
Ben worked himself off the bed and stood on the rug.  "Come over here, you
two."  "I know it's difficult to be spontaneous when I'm around, but for a
minute just pretend that you're alone in your bedroom.  Close your eyes.
For a few minutes, I want you to kiss each other as if you've been away for
a month and can scarcely believe that you're back together.  Right!  The
hottest kissing you've ever done, gentlemen!  Above all, don't let anything
I do disturb you.  Just let it add to the sensations...and ENJOY!  Ok?"  In
fact, Jon and Kelly DID love each other, they were imaginative kids and,
when it came to sex - or almost anything else - they'd try anything!  Eyes
closed, they began some heavy kissing.  Slowly, their equipment began to
swell.  Ben gently cupped Jon's tackle in his hand and thoroughly licked
it.  Then, turning his head, he gently enveloped and licked Kelly's.  Both
boys moaned lightly and began kissing even more vigorously.  As he knelt
between them, he moved his head back and forth between the boys, taking the
heads of their now hard cocks into his mouth.  Passions fast rising, the
boys' muscled arms gripped each other tighter and tighter as their mouths
and tongues worked frantically.  Not quite sure that he could manage it
with these two, Ben waited until it was late in the game.  Stretching his
mouth as wide as possible, he suddenly held their two pulsing cocks
together and inhaled them.  Steadying himself by gripping their thighs, he
sucked as he had never sucked before until he felt their cocks spasm.  He
remembered the absolute flood of cum propelled into his mouth until even he
coughed and choked.  Suddenly, he realized that all three of them were on
the floor, laughing and kissing.  "You ok, old man?" Kelly was saying as he
licked his right ear and inserted his tongue.  "That was nice," Jon
laughed, "but is there more?"  Ben cleared his throat and snorted, "Bet on
it!"

"While this 'old man' recovers from you two, I want you to prepare
yourselves anally.  Thoroughly now, guys...  Remember that if there's pain,
it's because you haven't relaxed or been sufficiently stretched and
lubricated.  Have fun as you prepare your brother and help him to relax."
Ben lay back at the top of the bed, relaxing and enjoying the sight of his
beautiful, muscular sons preparing to give themselves to each other and
receive the other's love.  Their soft words, kisses, and touches gave ample
witness to their feelings.  He was as hard as a rock!  Eventually, he
quickly lubricated himself, lay on his back on the rug, and invited Jon to
enter him.  Kelly knelt well forward over his father's head, Ben's mouth
playing with his long scrotum while Jon sucked on his cock.  Occasionally,
Ben would lift his head and quickly lick Kell's perineum.  It took a little
time for the inexperienced trio to get into sync, but when they did, the
motion was magical.  Thrusting and retreating, Jon had never before
experienced such glory as the warm inner muscles of Ben's canal gripped and
caressed his long cock.  Kelly, feeling sensations coming from every
direction, was ecstatic, thrusting into his brother's mouth as Jon thrust
into his father.  Suddenly, there was an electric pause, every muscle
frozen...their bodies transmuted into bronzed Roman statues.
Simultaneously, they felt the cum rise in their rock-hard cocks and
EXPLODE!  Their arms around each other, they lay in a tumbled mass on the
carpet, their chests rising and falling convulsively as they gasped for
air, Kelly sensually licking the remaining cum from their bodies, their
feelings for each other deepening and softening the pressures of their
lives.

Before the light appeared in the East, Ben had gently entered Jon as Kelly
entered his father from behind.  This time, their movements took less time
to coordinate, and their kisses, thrusts, and murmurs quickly merged into a
kaleidoscopic expression of love, trust, and physical release.  Kelly felt
the self-doubt caused by Denning's mistreatment slipping from his soul as
love spread throughout his body and mind.  For at least a couple of hours
they lay together on Ben's bed, laughing, kissing, talking quietly about
what the future might bring.  Relaxed with Ben as never before, Jon told an
hilarious story about how Bettsy at the Crystal Palace had allowed him to
suck off her (willing) younger brother as an inducement to locking the
suite door and allowing the girls to trap Kelly as he returned from his
shower.  Kelly only growled and swatted his butt.  Finally, noticing the
light, Kelly raised up on one elbow and yawned, "That was quite a 'special
reward', Dad.  Thanks!"

"Oh, that's not all," Ben chortled.  In three days time, we leave for
Scott's Bluffs!"


(To Be Continued)