Date: Thu, 01 Jul 1999 13:02:59 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: 7 brothers-02

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SEVEN BROTHERS FOR MEL BAXTER
by Andrej Koymasky Copyright 1999
Written on June 30 th 1989
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Jer

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"SEVEN BROTHERS FOR MEL BAXTER" is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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2 - RUFUS THE HURLER

You've all surely heard how Mel found Jeff's band and how,
single-handedly, he completely wiped it out. Also the ballad "The Lonely
Revenger" sings of his exploits.

"Sing, his pistols, sing.
His pistol sings
and it's a song of victory...
A song of revenge,
promised on a grave."

About how Mel found his first brother, or step brother, as the tales
tell, the inaccuracies are possibly the larger. The stories tell that
Rufus was unlawfully accused to have... foresaken the daughter of his
master to whom he denied himself...

The truth is rather different. If you want proof, you have to know that
the results of serious investigations prove that Rufus' master didn't
have any daughters. Nary a one. But he had a son, called Martin. Who, as
chance would have it, appears again later in the story of the Baxter
brothers...

About a year after Ben's death, Mel arrived at the Gila Bend. There were
people on the street and they were finishing the preparations of a rope
to hang someone. Mel approached on his horse, Ben's horse in tow.
Arriving near the improvised gallows, he saw they were bringing a bound
young mulatto. The boy was walking tall, serious, towards the gallows,
with a dignity that impressed Mel.

So he asked a man next to him: "Why they hangin' him? What'd he do?"

"That filthy nigger! He screwed his master's son!"

"And they hang him for that? Did he have a trial?"

"No need ta have a trial for pigs and dogs!"

Mel looked again at the mulatto. They were putting the noose around his
neck. They were about to pull the chair from under his feet. Mel drew
his pistols and with one shot cut the rope. Everybody turned towards
him, several goin' for their weapons.

Mel, aloud and self assured, said: "The boy comes with me. The first to
move, is dead!"

Somebody drew, but Mel's pistols fired three shots in rapid succession.
The two guns were blown out of the man's hands. With the third shot, the
man went pale - the bullet cut his hat's chin strap and lightly brushed
his neck.

Mel said: "Next time I'm aimin' at your brain, understand?"

"Why you meddlin', boy? Leave!"

"Nobody's gonna be killed without a trial. I don't recognize lynchin'
law."

"Who are you, a Marshall.... A Sheriff?"

"Nope, I'm one who can shoot. Is that enough for ya? Jump on this horse,
you!" He then said to the ashen faced mulatto boy, who came. Then Mel,
again addressing the men, said: "Now y'all pull out the bullets from
your weapons, and don't try to play smart. Good... now throw all your
weapons here, at my feet. Very good... you too, handsome, if you want to
be able to have your meal, tonight. Now throw all the bullets at your
shoulders... Hey, you, that pistol under your armpit, do you think I
didn't see it? So, good man..."

"You are looking for trouble, brother. We'll find you and we will hang
both of you!" a man said.

"Good, nice! If you want to look for me, ask of Mel the Kid, that's me.
Good bye and... take care not to came in my sights, or this place's
undertaker will become rich... Let's go, boy!"

They both left at a gallop. They crossed the village and continued for a
while. Then they left the road and reached the Gila river and followed
it for a spell, riding in its water. When they reached a rocky place,
they went back on the bank and rode in the woods. When they found a high
place from where they could see if somebody was approaching, they
stopped.

"Why did you rescue me?"

"Because there is no sense in paying with his life for things like those
they said you did. And possibly, it was the fault of your master's son,
and not yours."

"No... I and young master Martin... we were in love. And it's me who
taught him, when we both were fifteen years old..."

"How old are you now?"

"Seventeen."

"I thought a couple more. What's your name?"

"Rufus."

"How do you do, Rufus. My name is Mel."

"Mel... the Kid. And your family name?"

"I never had one."

"It's not possible. Just we slaves don't have family names. Who is your
father?"

"My mother was a whore, her name was Evelyn. And they say that my father
was Matt Riley, but he never acknowledged me."

"So you're Mel Riley."

"No. I don't want the name of a father who didn't want me. What was your
lover's last name?"

"Who? Young master Martin? It's Mac Bride."

"I see. And he goina let you be hanged?"

"His father locked him up. He defended me. But... now Mac Bride's men
will hunt me until they kill me."

"Just come with me. With me you'll be safe. Agreed?"

"Sure, I can't do different, master Mel. You gave me again life, so I
belong to you."

"No. If you wanta come with me, it has to be as a friend. I never had
slaves, and don't want one. But you are not a black man, you are a
mulatto... and rather fair skinned..."

"Yes, my mother was a mulatto slave, and she was pregnant of Master
Philip, master Mac Bride's brother."

"So you and Martin are cousins."

"He always told me so. He didn't want me to call him master. He said 'We
are cousins and lovers... When I'm an adult, I'll take you away from
here and free you...' he always said."

"You are free, now, anyway."

"Thanks to you... Mel."

They rested, then remounted their horses and went farther from the Gila
towards the backwoods. There was no sign of possible pursuers. When
night was approaching, they camped on a slope, among the rocks, in a
small natural terrace. Mel prepared some food then, spread two rugs.
They half undressed and lay down. They chatted a while, until Rufus
slipped asleep.

Mel couldn't go to sleep. He looked the half naked body of the mulatto
lying at his side. The night was warm, they hadn't covered themselves.
That body attracted him, that boy attracted him. He stretched his arm
and lightly caressed the uncovered belly. It was firm, but the skin was
smooth like precious silk. He let his hand glide down and his fingers
slipped under the wide cotton breeches, made soft by the countless
washings. Rufus moved, stretched, then relaxed and was again still. Mel
pushed a little further down under the boy's breeches until he felt
under his fingertips the frizzy hairs of his groin. Rufus turned towards
Mel and put his arm across his chest. Now he had open eyes, and looked
at Mel with the hint of a smile.

They drew nearer, lying on their sides. Their mouth united, their
tongues intertwined and played, while Mel's hands slowly moved brushing
each square inch of the other's body. Mel's fingertips slowly caressed
each point, everywhere, strongly, yet gently. With his palm at times
quivering, at times calm. With his full flat hand following each curve,
slipping into each fold, feeling the smooth and tense skin on the
muscles used to hard work. He explored the borders of the hairs in his
armpits...Caressed the nape of his neck, the gentle and strong curve of
his jaw, the long sound neck, traveling in the sinuous and sweet sides.
Slipping again under the fabric of the breeches to explore the strong
hips, his firm and small buttocks, climbing up again along his spine and
finally, toured his sides, slowly proceeding on, to seize his fantastic
member, so hard, not huge but conspicuous, throbbing. And then Mel
brushes, feels, massages, handles it while their tongues still play in
an unceasing, passionate kiss.

Rufus is all a quiver, all a tremor. He quickly rids himself of his worn
breeches, and lowers Mel's trousers, almost with urgency. Then pushing
him on his back, goes on top of him with his naked body. Mel sees Rufus'
eyes shining like stars while the boy brushes his body against his own,
and their two parallel members, hard and throbbing, are massaged by
tense bellies.

Then Rufus slides backward and kneels between Mel's legs. Mel guesses
his desire and pulls his knees against his chest, offering himself to
his companion. Rufus lubes his hole with his spit, massaging it for a
long while and putting more spit until he feels Mel quivering in desire.
Then the beautiful mulatto seizes his member with his right hand and
drives it carefully to the hot target and Mel's hole welcomes his pole
almost greedily. Rufus makes a short stop and looks Mel in his eyes. Mel
smiles at him, encouragingly. So Rufus gives a decided but controlled
push, to win the first resistance, then stops again. Then starts to sink
inside him. Rufus bends on his new friend's body, and holds him on his
arms, pulling him against his body, continuing to invade him with
determined slowness, until he is completely inside Mel.

Then he stops again and asks in a whisper: "Am I hurtin' you?"

"Oh, no, not at all."

"Tell me if I hurt you." Rufus says with a warm, low, sweet and sincere
voice lightly caressing his cheek, "I don't want to hurt you."

"I really love it. It's really great!"

Rufus remains still a little more, holding tight Mel against his body,
and only his pole throbs, but without moving, inside the hot channel
that received it.

"You really sure it's OK?"

"Yes, yes, oh yes!"

Then finally Rufus starts to move his pelvis back and forth. Mel feels
it moving inside his channel, hot and firm, with an art, with skill,
massaging and pushing against the right parts of his channel with the
right energy. A perfect rhythm, so that he is in ecstasy and yells with
pleasure. The mulatto's pelvis movements repeat skillfully and his belly
pressed against Mel's belly increasingly massages Mel's hard rod, and
their skins slips smoothly thanks to their sweat, teasing the inflamed
tip of Mel's pole.

Then Rufus rotates his pelvis and his member rotates inside Mel, and his
belly too rotates, teasing in a new way Mel's member. Rufus changes the
speed and depth of his strokes, modulates them in a subtle and skilled
way, and Mel, almost on instinct, start to move in unison under him. Mel
starts moving his hole's muscles almost as to milk Rufus' pole, relaxing
them when Rufus sinks inside, and clasping them when he withdraws,
imprisoning his rod in a sweet and warm vice. Rufus murmurs something in
appreciation, and continues, tireless, with a satisfied smile.

And finally, after several false alarms, after reaching several times
the brim of the precipice and stopping just in time, they both, at once,
cumm; jet after jet after jet...

"I didn't hurt you, right?"

"No Rufus, you were exceptional. I never felt anything so wonderful. You
really are an artist. Who taught you?"

"Nobody. I learned by myself, trying to give more pleasure to my beloved
master Martin."

"Do you know that you are fantastic?"

"Thank you. But you too were fantastic. I didn't know that you too
enjoyed making love with men. Is that why you rescued me?"

"No, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout that. Only when you undressed to sleep, I
realized I wanted you."

"Why did you wait 'till I was asleep?"

"I don't know. I possibly feared a refusal."

"Why should I? You're really beautiful, and likable... and saved my
life. I too desired you, but I thought you were not interested in men,
or just not in me."

"You are so handsome, Rufus. Really beautiful. And making love with you,
is better than a dream."

"Then, I'll make you dream any time you wish, my friend. And will you
too make me dream?"

"For sure."

"Will you take me, next time?"

"If you like it..."

"Oh yes, very much. You have a dick that seems just right to take me -
it is rightly big, rightly long, and hard like a rock..."

"But not now..." Mel giggled.

Rufus caressed it: "Now they are resting. They did work hard, our little
brothers. They need to recover their vigor for next time."

"Rufus... I'm happy I took you away with me."

"May I stay with you?"

"As long as you want."

"Then... forever!"

The following day, after washing themselves in a stream, they dressed.
Mel made Rufus try some of his clothes, and Ben's, as he wanted his new
friend to ditch his poor slave's clothes. But for the mulatto,
everything was too tight, he could barely put them on. They both
laughed.

"Don't worry, Mel, I can continue to wear my rags."

"No. My friends have to be elegant like me. As soon as we reach a town,
I'll buy you new clothes, a hat, boots and spurs. You have to be dressed
in the latest fashion!"

"If you want, it's OK with me. But you don't have to spend your money on
me. I can work with you and earn the money..."

"Can you handle a pistol?"

"Me? No, I never had a pistol in my hand."

Mel explained his work to him and told him how important it was to be
well armed and skilled in shooting.

"Well, if I had my throwin' knives... nobody can surpass me in speed or
accuracy."

"I could buy you a set, but... against a pistol or a gun, a knife can do
little."

"No, it can do a lot, believe me. Because I can throw them really far,
and because whoever holds a pistol always underestimates someone who has
a little knife. They seem almost harmless, knives, but... If you really
can buy me a set, I'll show you."

Reaching Tucson, first Mel dressed Rufus from head to toe. Then they
looked for the throwing knives. They found them at the third weapons
shop. Rufus balanced them in his experienced hand, examined them,
weighted them, until he found the set of his satisfaction.

The gunsmith made his compliments: "You, sir, are a real expert. They
don't look that good, but really are the best. Do you want to buy the
entire set of twelve?"

Rufus looked at Mel, who nodded and paid. They went out, on the street.

"Let's go out of town, Mel, so I can show you."

Mel was speechless. Rufus hurled his deadly small knives in a volley,
hitting exactly with each one of them where he said, with strength and
extreme rapidity.

"Deadly! And moreover silent..." Mel commented at the end, then added:
"but you will also carry pistols, at times they can be a deterrent."

"As you wish, Mel. It would be good if I have, in the clothes I wear, a
set of small secret pockets where I carry my knives. Here on back of my
neck, here under the collar, here on my sleeve..." he said pointing at
the various spots.

"Why so spread around?"

"Here, if I have to rise my hands, I can catch them in a moment, here,
you see, just with this movement I have a knife in my hand..." Rufus
explained with gestures and words.

"Really clever. And who taught you all this?"

"An old Indian who worked in a circus. And I always practiced very hard,
any time I had some free time."

"Happily nobody had these knives, when I took you away..."

"Very few people are experts with the throwing knives. They're not a
common weapon. There, from what I know, I was the only one."

"So, I was lucky that the only one who knew how to use them, didn't want
to use them against me. Well, now let's look for a hotel, then you can
have the changes made in your clothing."

Everybody knows how skilled Rufus was, so he earned the nickname of
Rufus The Hurler. His skill was often critical to the missions they
received. Rufus' knifes, like Mel's bullets, never spared a life. Rufus
learned to use his pistols, but in case of a real danger, he never used
them, he preferred to rely on his knives.

So then, with Rufus fully clothed and armed, they went to a hotel and
took a room. You have to know that at those times and in those lands, it
was quite common that people traveling together, especially if of the
same sex, shared a room or even a bed. At times even travelers barely
knowing each other. And at the hotel they didn't care so much about
Rufus color, because he was with a white man, because he was very well
dressed, and because Mel always paid in advance.

Mel was in Tucson because he heard that a certain Thompson had to
transport valuables to Phoenix, and was looking for skilled gunmen to
escort the transport. But he was informed that Thompson would not be
back in Tucson before the following week.

"Well, Rufus, we have all the time we want to amuse ourselves, and to
make the modifications you need to your clothes."

"Yes, we really need to amuse ourselves, I think that when we start
work, we will not have many chances to make love."

"But, do you think only about that?"

"If I have to amuse myself, sure. And then, you still have to let me try
your beautiful rod. You promised to take me, remember?"

"Sure, I remember! Tonight, promise."

"It's a pity that the room they gave us has two small bed instead of a
double."

"Yeah... We will be careful not to fall down..." Mel said laughing.

"When we lock ourselves inside, we can put the mattresses on the floor,
so we can move freely."

"Do you want to make a rodeo?"

Rufus laughed amused, and Mel admired his perfect teeth, white like
pearls, and his fleshy lips, red like corals.

"Yes, why not? And you will be the young bull mounting me!"

"Don't say it so aloud, they can overhear us!"

"Oh, sorry!"

"Rufus?"

"Yes?"

"Do we have to wait 'till tonight? After all, we have nothing to do. We
can go to our hotel, lock us in our room and... start our private
rodeo."

"OK! Let's go!"

After telling the owner they didn't want to be disturbed since they were
tired from traveling, they wanted to rest. They went to their room, put
the mattresses on the floor and undressed.

Rufus was about to lay on them, but Mel said: "No, not yet."

"Why?"

"I want to look at your body, before. Turn round. Slowly..."

"But you already saw me..."

"Yes, but each time I'm amazed by your beauty. You are exciting,
sexy..."

"Here I am... look..."

"Yes, you're beautiful. You really are beautiful... I like your hairless
body. The color of your skin. I like your fine dick awakening little by
little... your firm and sinewy little ass that in a while I will come to
visit... Your wide chest, your hollow belly... You are a splendid male.
Martin had to be mad about you."

"He was 'shamed to be seen naked or look at me. But he liked makin'
love. But you know better 'an him how to caress. You are makin' me
forget him, and very fast."

"Do you miss Martin?"

"A little, but... you're a lot better 'an him. You are not 'shamed of
your body or mine. You make me feel desired, and 'preciate my desires. I
believe that it was fate that make we meet. Do you believe in fate? I
do. You are makin' Martin's memory fade away from my heart. You're
rapidly gettin' hold of it. You are the male I always dreamed about,
even without knowing he really existed."

Mel approached and started to caress him. He leant against him, at his
back, both still standing. Rufus pushed back his pelvis to better feel
his friend's erection. Mel caressed his chest, his member. Rufus spread
his butt with both hands and Mel pushed forward and felt the warm flesh
bud opening and starting to receive him. He embraced Rufus' chest
tightly and pushed forth. He took him.

Mel felt himself sinking inside his friend and an intense warmth
welcomed his quivering rod, and from there irradiated all over his body
stretched out to take and give pleasure. Rufus pushed back his head, to
meet Mel's lips, and they kissed while Mel, now completely inside him,
started to move back and forth with strong but slow pushes.

The two bodies wove in a kind of erotic dance, full of virile passion.
Rufus, at each of his friend's thrusts, held out his pelvis to be better
penetrated, to fully savor that blazing hot staff that was filling him,
and making him feel quivers of emotion. Mel's hand on the chest of the
splendid mulatto brushed his small and firm nipples, hard like two
chickpeas, titillated them, teased them provoking in his companion
sparks of pleasure. His other hand lowered from his belly to seize the
column of sound palpitating flesh, brushing it against the tense belly,
making the top skin slip down (at the time circumcision was still rare,
especially for slaves) and manipulated it, tickled it, at times with the
lightness of a feather, at time with the rugged energy of his hand
closed to brandish it, at times in a gentle massage with the palm
spread.

Suddenly the strong legs of the boy surrendered and Rufus started to
gently slide onto the mattresses, moaning with the ecstasy of his
senses. Mel, firmly embedded inside him, accompanied him until they were
kneeling. Rufus went on all fours and Mel started again to move inside
him, rotating his pelvis, slipping out with extreme slowness to then
plunge again inside with a fast and strong stroke. Rufus encouraged him
moaning at each push for his intense pleasure.

"Yeah... so... yeah... harder... aaah... go on..."

The pleasure of one increased the pleasure of the other. The enjoyment
of one exalted the enjoyment of the other. Mel's hands continued to
tease his nipples, the member and balls of the boy, who writhing in
pleasure, strongly panting, enjoying that ride worth a leap's stallion.

Now Mel had increased his rhythm in a kind of unbridled gallop, and felt
that Rufus was near the chasm of pleasure, and that he was pushing him
inside it. And Mel let himself fall inside it, becoming still and well
planted in his depths, all his muscles tensed to spasm. Rufus' muscles
tensed like a bow ready to shoot his arrow, and finally their members,
in unison, started to throb and at each contraction threw a jet of
boiling lava, in a set of decreasing spasm, until both exhausted their
primeval energy.

Then the two boys' bodies, still firmly united, started to relax and a
kind of deep languor seized them, and together glided on the mattresses.
Mel held his friend tight to himself, feeling his wide shoulders panting
against his panting chest, the small firm butt still quivering against
his groin.

They remained so, still, slightly panting, savoring the last sparks of
emotion, until Rufus felt Mel's member withdraw little by little, slip
away, and at last leave him.

Then he turned between Mel's arms, and embraced him, gently caressing
him.

"Wow! You're a hurricane! How good it was feeling you, alive, powerful,
inside me. You made me feel yours, all yours. I would have liked it to
never end..."

"Do you know that you have a good smell, while making love? A musky,
manly, inebriating smell."

"And do you know that your lips, your tongue, have the taste of a spring
of fresh water?"

"You are really exciting, boy."

"Will you take me again this way?"

"Yes, sure. But I too desire to feel you again inside me. How can we do
it, when we will have to escort the transport?"

"We still have several days before that. And then, when the job is over,
think how many accumulated energies we will have to spend, you and I.
You with me, and I with you..."

"God, how much I like you, Rufus!"

"Do you like best taking me or being taken?"

"I can't make a choice. And you?"

"Me neither. So, we'll alternate, so we can enjoy both in both ways."

"Promise. Do you know what... I'm feeling that... I'm starting to desire
you again?"

"Happily. Me too, and I didn't know if I had to tell you or not..."

"Even if you didn't, your little brother, who is waking up, is telling
me..."

"He is a rascal, my little brother! You have to punish him..."

"Sure, putting him in and I'll chastise him putting him in my dark
tunnel..."

"Dark, but warm and welcoming..."

So, gently joking, they started making love again with renewed desire
and passion.

When they went downstairs for supper, they ate with a good appetite,
cheerful and satisfied, joking aloud about their little brothers, amused
at the idea that nobody could understand they were talking about their
dicks.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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