Date: Wed, 07 Jul 1999 18:36:33 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: 7brothers-08

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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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Epilogue - THE BAXTER'S OF PHOENIX

The rest of the story you know about the deeds of the Baxter brothers is
really true. One last point to make clear is the reason why, when they
decided to settle, they choose Phoenix and why the Governor granted them
exclusive rights to the weapon's commerce in all the territory.

Well, the eight brothers were in Phoenix when Mel, now thirty years old
and Jack, the youngest, was twenty two, made a speech to the others.

"Listen. Now, we are rather rich. Why not stop? We could buy an estate
somewhere, and start a horse breeding program or a plantation... or even
another business. We can build a nice house and have a quiet, and less
dangerous life. What do you think?"

They discussed everything. They all basically agreed. The discussion was
mainly about where to settle and what activity to start. Each of the
brothers voiced his opinion, trying to foresee all the pros and cons,
but still a single choice didn't emerge. They were just talking, when
somebody knocked at the door of the hotel room where they were gathered.
It was the owner, who told them that downstairs was a man from the
Governor with a message for them. Peter went down to see what was going
on.

After a short while, he returned -- It was an official invitation from
the Governor for a party that would be held in his new residence at the
town's city limits. It said that, having so much heard about their
exploits, he would like to meet them and to introduce them to the
influential people of the town and the surrounding area. The party was
to be held three days later, at seven p.m. But he invited them to come
to his residence around five p.m. to have some time to get acquainted
with them and talk awhile before the party started.

They decided to accept the invitation, so Peter returned downstairs to
bring their answer to the Governor's man. Jeff pointed out that none of
them had clothes really fitting for such an occasion, so all eight of
them at once left looking for the best tailor's shop downtown to order
clothes. The tailor said that he could not cut, sew, have the fittings
and give the finishing touches to eight suits in just two days, even if
he made all his helps work night and day. Mel told him that they were
ready to pay him well, and that he could ask for help from the other
town's tailors; but that he had to satisfy them. Reaching an agreement,
the tailor took the measurements of all eight brothers. They all choose
the same model, just fabrics of eight different colors, that
complimented the color of their skin and hair. Then they went to buy
eight new white hats, of course identical.

The next day they visited the tailor's shop three or four times for
fittings.  Early the morning of the party, they all went to the barber
shop for a hair cut and shave.  Later that morning, they picked up their
new suits.  They went back to the hotel and helping each other, tried on
their new suits.  After adding the final touches -- they were eight
beauties, dressed in the latest fashion.

At the appointed time, they were dismounting their horses in front of
the new residence of the Governor. The servants took their horses to the
stables and a butler in livery introduced them in the residence hall.
They looked around admiringly at the beauty and wealth of the ambiance.

Peter exclaimed, his eyes widened: "Holy Shit! I'd like living in such a
place!"

"Yes, but just think how many servants we would need to keep it tidy!"
Red observed.

A door opened and the Governor entered. He was an elegant man, rather
handsome, about thirty year old. He went towards the octet with a wide
smile.

"The Baxter brothers, right? I finally  have the pleasure of meeting
you. I am Governor Martin Mac Bride."

Rufus' eyes widened and he uttered a small shocked gasp. The Governor
looked at him and his smile instantly froze for an second.

But he at once recovered and asked: "May I know your first names?"

Mel was about to make the introductions, but Rufus interrupted him:
"This is Mel, the oldest. After him, comes Red. Then Leo, that's him,
and then me, Rufus. Then..."

"Rufus?" the Governor interrupted.

"Yes, Martin, I'm Rufus." the mulatto said with a gentle smile.

"I don't understand... you are the Rufus who... that I'm thinking?"

"Yes, the very same... Rufus of Gila Bend."

"Yes... I thought so, but... then, you're not a Baxter."

"I am. If you like, I can explain everything to you."

"I never expected to see you again... certainly not here."

"Neither did I. We thought that the Governor was Reynolds..."

"He was, until last year. Then I won the election and so... But you,
Rufus... I'm really glad to see you again."

"Me too, Martin."

"But I would like to understand, to know... Can you come with me into my
studio, please?"

"We'll all come together... What I have to explain to you, concerns all
of us, my brothers."

"Yes, certainly... please, come..."

They entered the studio and Rufus told him how, just at the moment they
were about to hang him, Mel rescued him. He told how he became Mel's
lover, and then how, slowly, they "found again" all the other
"brothers". How and why at one point they decided to pass themselves as
brothers, and then the rest of their story... to Jack joining them. He
explained how, even if they all made love among themselves, in reality
they were bound as open couples, and now his lover was Jack.

Martin listened, asked questions, nodded. When he ended his narrative,
Rufus asked Martin what happened to him after they were caught by his
father.

"As you probably know, my father locked me up in the space under the
staircase while they were dragging you away to hang you. I felt I was
going crazy -- not being able to do the slightest thing while they were
going to kill you, my boy! Then I heard that a stranger rescued you and
in my heart I thanked that stranger, to whom I can now finally give my
personal thanks... My father searched for you for months, but finally he
gave up. They kept me under control for about two years, so that I could
not repeat my 'mistake'. To be able to live, to breath, at a certain
point I started to court a girl... who now is my wife. So, finally, I
was left in peace. I studied law, then started my political career with
some success. I have four children -- Mary is seven, Rufus... yes, of
course Rufus, is six years old.  Joel is three and Liz is two years old.
My wife is a good person, and pretty... she knows nothing about me and
you, of course. In all these years, I've had some men... But all of them
were just short flings, ones that couldn't last, as a politician is
always under everybody's eyes. At this moment I have no lover. Nobody.
I've often thought of you, Rufus... I loved you, I swear..."

"Me too, Martin. But it's an old story now, ten years ago. Anyway, I am
really more than happy to be able to see you again."

"The same for me -- glad and excited. Life was cruel to us, ten years
ago..."

"Yes, perhaps. But then its repaid us very well.  I'm now a very happy
man. Aren't you?"

"I can't complain. My wife is delightful, the children... well I'm proud
of them. My career has been quick and successful. I'm rich...
respected... and wear a golden mask. And now I've found you again, but
it's too late."

They talked some more.

It was almost time for the other guests to arrive, when Martin said:
"I'm really glad to have met you all. I would like to do something for
you... for you, Rufus, of course. For Mel who saved your life, but also
for your very likable... brothers. You told me that you were planning to
settle somewhere... Well, after the party I could possibly offer you a
proposal. But I have first to talk with some of my guests, especially
two who are coming from Washington. After the party, please, stay here,
be my guests. I will tell the servants to prepare your rooms. I would
really like to have you all as my guests. If you agree, I can send my
staff to the hotel to retrieve your belongings."

They willingly accepted.

Martin introduced them to his wife and children, then the party started.
As they clearly became the guests of honor, they were confronted by many
guests, and not a few girls of good families, who did all their best to
attract their attention.  Much to the embarrassment of Leo, Jack and
Red, the indifference of Jeff, Rufus and Mel, and the amusement of Mark
and Peter.

That evening, when the party was over, Martin bid good night to his wife
and withdrew again to his studio with the eight brothers.

"Good, I have a proposal to make to you . Washington wants all legal
commerce in firearms, ammunitions and explosives to be centralized and
entrusted to qualified and trustworthy people. If you agreed, I intend
to get the Government's license for you eight. You are well known,
admired, respected and your past deeds are the best letter of
introduction. My guests from Washington already said that they agree
with my project. You should have a very good profit, and a respectable
and honored position. Of course, you would have to settle here in
Phoenix. I can help you find a good piece of land where to build your
house and your depots. What do you think?"

They clarified some details, then asked the Governor to allow them some
time to reflect and to make a decision. One of the problems was that
none of them had any legal documents, of course. But Martin took care of
that, and got them all the necessary papers with their data -- so now
even in front of the law, they were really brothers. They accepted the
Governor's offer.

The Government license arrived by return mail. They started to build
their villa and depots. Meanwhile they remained Martin's guests. They
became friends with his wife and, especially Jeff, Leo and Peter, also
with the Governor's children.

One day, Rufus and Martin met alone in the latter's studio to check some
papers.

At one point Martin interrupted his talk and said, almost in a whisper:
"Rufus... I have something to tell you..."

"Yes, Martin?" the mulatto quietly answered.

"I... it's difficult, but... in all these days I've done nothing but
think of you... of us. I would like so much... making love with you
again, Rufus."

"But, what for? Past is past... Now, you have your life, I have mine. I
like you, Martin, and I still love you in a way. But I think it would be
dangerous thinking to start again from where we were forced to stop,
don't you think?"

"But I desire you..."

"Me too, somewhat, but..."

"At least once... My last memory of you is when my father caught us... a
painful memory. I would like you to help me erase it, change it to a
different memory..."

"Yes, I can understand that. For me too the last memory is the
expression of terror and despair in your eyes... Martin, we could make
love once more, if you need it. But just once, the last time. I am now a
Baxter, don't forget that. For the others it just means that I am bound
to my brothers by the ties of blood... but you know that it is not so.
And I want to remain a Baxter, Martin. Forgive me, but that's that."

"Yes, I understand. But just for once, would you make love with me? It
would not only please me so much, but also do me so much good, believe
me."

"Me too.  One time, I would be pleased. But it will really be the last
time, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. When?"

"When do you like, for me there is no problem."

"Then... now. My wife is out with the children and they will be back
just before supper... And you too, now, are free..."

"All right. Will you come upstairs to my room?"

"Yes, it would be better."

"Then, come."

They went to Rufus' bedroom and locked themselves inside. Rufus
approached Martin and started to unfasten his jacket.

"Do you remember, Martin? It was always me to begin to undress you..."

"Yes... and I let you, a victim of strong excitation, until I was
completely naked and I was a little ashamed, to be so in front of you
while you were still completely dressed. Then, you started to undress
for me..."

"Yes... let me undress you, Martin."

Like in a dream, they repeated the ancient gestures, the one for the
other. Rufus undressed Martin and felt him quiver like at that time. Ten
years had passed, they were no longer boys. They were now mature men,
but for both of them it was exactly like ten years before. Rufus was
uncovering Martin's body, caressing it, making him feel his desire and
absorbing Martin's. Then he slowly undressed himself, looking at his
friend, into his eyes, and letting Martin admire him. Then he took his
hand and guided him to the bed, he gently pushed him on it, French
kissing him and intimately caressing him. Martin, like then, was all a
shudder. Lying on the bed, he caressed his mulatto lover's back while
Rufus bent on him and kneaded his blazing genitals. Martin spread his
legs and girdled Rufus' sides, stretched his hand to take the fully
erect member of his ancient lover and drove it towards himself, between
his thighs, offering himself in a silent prayer. Rufus smiled and
lowered to kiss him in the mouth while Martin continued to guide him to
the penetration. Then Martin took his spit and spread it on his hole,
then spread his buttocks with both his hands.

Like ten years before, he murmured, excited, upset: "I'm ready, Rufus.
Take me, make me yours."

"Here I am, Martin, I'm coming to you... Here... I'm taking you..."

The same words. The same gestures sprouted spontaneous, not by thought.
Rufus felt Martin opening under his push and started to make his firm
and big pole slowly slip inside him. He relentlessly sank inside him,
while he was kissing him in his mouth with all the passion that,
renewed, was devouring him.

Then, when it could sink in him no more, Rufus whispered: "Here I am,
Martin. You are mine!"

"I feel you... I like it... But I would like feeling you even more..."

So Rufus started to slightly rotate his pelvis and Martin sighed with
pleasure. Rufus retracted a while, slipping out, then suddenly plunged
inside again.

"Yes, so... I like it... Let me feel I'm yours!"

"You... are... mine... Martin... mine... Yes... you... are... mine..."
Rufus panted, accompanying each word with a powerful thrust.

Martin at each stroke jerked, and smiled with happiness: "Oh, what a
great male you are, Rufus! What a beautiful male in heat. Oh, fuck me,
yes, fuck me... so, harder..."

"You are my man, Martin, you are all mine. Do you feel how I'm taking
you?"

"Yes, I feel you... and you drive me crazy with pleasure. You have a
wonderful cock, big, strong... God, how good you fuck me!"

Rufus increased his rhythm and Martin jolted under his methodical
strokes. Then Rufus glued his belly against Martin's imprisoning between
them his friend's erect member massaging it with his back and forth
movements. Martin was enraptured and caressed his back, sides, firm
buttocks, thighs. Their mouths again searched each other and joined in a
kiss full of fire. Their excitment was very strong.

"Oh Rufus... I'm near... cumming... You drive me... crazy..."

"Me too, my handsome male! Me too, my sweetest man. Now I'll flood you
with my jism, I'll fill you. Here... here... here I am... you are
mine... mine..."

"Yes... yes... yes..."

They both cummed, holding tight each other, adhering to each other,
shouting with hoarse and choked voices all their pleasure.

Rufus, still firmly embedded inside Martin, caressed and tenderly kissed
him.

Martin murmured: "Thank you, Rufus. It has been wonderful. I really
needed it. You are the man of my life, the fabulous male to whom I gave
my virginity. Your body has ripened, you are even more handsome than
before. But you remain for me the Rufus of old."

Rufus gently answered: "Martin, not only my body has ripened... I made
love with you like we used to, because I knew it was what you desired.
But I am no more 'your' Rufus. Yes, it has been very pleasurable, it's
true. But now I'm with Jack, and my other brothers. I liked taking you,
sure, and you too liked it, I could feel it, and I'm happy for that. But
the past is past, remember."

"But I... I still want to make love with you..."

"We agreed that this was our last time, my tender Martin."

"That's true, But I can feel you still inside me, still hard and
strong... Take me again, please... At times you did it, do you remember?
At times you took me twice in a row. When we leave this bed, I'll never
again ask you to make love with me, I swear. But now... take me
again..."

"I too still want you, that's true. All right, then, let's make love
again. But this time with the Rufus I became, in my way..."

The handsome mulatto slipped out from his companion, took a cloth and
cleaned up himself and Martin's belly. Then went again on the bed and
started to caress and to kiss him all over his body. Martin was in
bliss. Then, maneuvering so that they were in a sixty-nine position, he
offered his member to Martin's lips, while he started to suck that of
his ancient lover. At first Martin was startled, but the pleasure that
Rufus' mouth was giving him, soon involved him in this way to make love,
so new and unknown to him, so that he reciprocated. They continued for a
long while with exhausting passion, with renewed desire, in a sweet and
gentle crescendo, until both quenched their mutual thirst at their
companion's spring.

"It's so, how you make love with your Jack and the others?"

"In this way, and in a thousand more..."

"It has been wonderful, also in this way... I loved having your hot rod
inside my mouth. I didn't guess it was possible, it was so beautiful."

"Yes, Martin. But now perhaps it will be better if we dress again, and
we go back to our business, before the others get worried for our
disappearance. Let's go, go on!"

"Thank you Rufus. Thank you for having given me much more than just some
sex..."

They dressed and went back to Martin's studio.

Rufus asked him: "Why don't you try to find a steady lover?"

"Where can I find another like you? And then, with the life I have to
carry out, how could we manage to be really together without raising
suspicions, here at home or elsewhere? See each other in a hurry, in
secret... and where? At my place no, it will be impossible. At his
place... my regular visiting him would seem strange. In hotels... never
to think about it. I can not offer such a relationship to someone I
love, it would not be right. So, you see, my fate is to have, when I am
lucky, some fleeting adventure, nothing more. One night stands, as they
say..."

"Yes, it seems an almost impossible situation. But not insurmountable.
First of all, stop searching somebody like me. It's not possible.
Everyone is a different person and even if you thought you found him,
you would only be deceiving yourself. And then, who knows, it could be
possible to find a solution. He could become your private secretary,
living here with you in your home, and following you on your many
journeys. And it would just be logical that your hotel rooms are
communicating. Sure, he has to be somebody understanding your situation,
willing to adapt himself to it, and helping you to overcome it. But if
he loves you, he will do that, it would not be hard for him. Don't lose
heart, Martin. Keep your eyes open, not to let the occasion, when it
comes, slip away."

Martin nodded in agreement.

When their house was ready, they furnished it and settled in. On the
first floor there was a wide hall with a great staircase in front of the
entrance. On its right there were the offices for their new activity,
directly linked to the depots. On its left a wide studio, the library,
the dining room and the kitchen. On the second floor the guests' rooms
and on the third floor their rooms. Making a wide L with the villa at
its back, there was the building having on the first floor the depots
and the stables, and on the second floor, the servants quarters, linked
with the second floor of the villa. Between the two buildings there was
a wide and nice inner garden.

Now, even if not in a rigid and exclusive way, four couples had formed
-- Mel generally was with Leo, Rufus with Jack, Red with Peter and Jeff
with Mark. Following the advise of Martin, not to make the servant
gossip and therefore all the town, they made eight bedrooms all
communicating, all with king size beds. Even if they normally used only
four of them, each of them kept all his belongings and clothing in his
own room. The corridor going to the great staircase was closed by a
door, and the servants could enter there only when they were not there,
and the door was left open.

Jeff and Mark took care of the correspondence and the accounts of the
Baxter Company, as they were the more learned, anyway they helped to
teach all their brothers, who were not able to do so, to read and write.
Mel was tacitly recognized by all as the head of the family.  Rufus
supervised the smooth running of the house, and Leo of the depots. They
were a perfect organization, functional, mainly for the perfect harmony
that reigned among them.

Their wealth was rapidly increasing so they decided to invest some of
their money in the building of a railway line, the new means of
transportation. It was mainly Red to take care of the railways sector.

A couple of years had elapsed since their settling in Phoenix, when at
last Martin, thanks to the Baxter's, found his "personal secretary". He
was a cousin of his wife, a fascinating young man twenty five years old
that Martin liked very much.

Martin knew him since when he was a fifteen year old boy and gradually,
as the boy was growing older, Martin felt more and more attracted by
him. They were soon bound by a strong reciprocal liking. Martin started
to suspect that the youth could like making love with men, as he never
had a girlfriend, but he could not at all be sure of that. And anyway,
if even the youth was as he suspected, he couldn't know if he would ever
accept to make love with him... And he didn't feel like risking and
exposing himself.

So, he decided to talk about that with Rufus, and asked him for advise.
Rufus told his brothers. So, they started to invite the young man, whose
name was Noel, to their parties. And Peter started to work on the young
lawyer. So once, when they were alone in the library Peter, who in the
meanwhile got the impression that Noel could really be the right man for
Martin, and having noticed how Noel was throwing more interested glances
to the handsome men than to the pretty women, decided to slowly play his
cards.

"Noel, would you think odd if I tell you I find you fascinating?"

"Thank you Peter. You too are very likable."

"I meant also... physically. You are a really handsome man, with a fine
body. You must play many sports..."

"Yes, mainly riding and swimming."

"God only knows how much success you have with girls..."

"Well, in fact they seem to hang willingly around me. Even too much."

"Is there among our guest at this party some one you like?"

"For an agreeable conversation, more than one..."

"No, I meant, on a... physical level."

"No, not one."

"And yet, many are... tasty, It seems to me."

Peter, continuing to talk, was making him drink, hoping that the alcohol
could help to untie his tongue. Noel, sitting on a small armchair near
Peter, his slightly parted legs tightly wrapped by his beautiful silk
trousers, lightly brushed his hand between his legs and, smiling, said:
"Not one of the girls made it awaken, anyway..."

"And yet, to look where you have your hand, it seems rather the opposite
-- there is a generous bulge, I must say."

"No no, now it is at rest, believe me." the young man giggled.

"I can't believe you! Let me feel." Peter said stretching his hand and
slipping it under the hand of his neighbor, fingered it. Noel made a
light jolt backwards, and looked at him amazed, but didn't try to escape
from him or complain. Peter added: "You are right, and yet I can feel it
is swelling, awakening..."

"Of course, if you continue to touch me this way..."

"And yet, I'm not a pretty girl. Do you like how I'm touching you?"

"Well... I'm not insensitive..."

"Mine too is awakening now... would you like to feel it?" Peter asked.
Noel blushed, but after a short hesitation he stretched his hand and
very lightly and gently brushed Peter between his legs. Peter smiled and
said: "So lightly, you can feel nothing. Push a little more... feel how
hard it is becoming..."

Noel pushed a little harder, and blushed again. Peter stood up, then sat
on Noel's lap, his legs widespread, facing him.

The young man tensed and asked in an alarmed voice: "What are you
doing?"

"I like you Noel. I want to kiss you..." Peter answered and kissed him.
Noel for a moment resisted, but then yielded and reciprocated the kiss
with wild passion.

But then he pushed away Peter, his breath heavy, red like embers, and he
confused murmured: "Stop it... if we are caught..."

"I locked the door with the key..."

"Even worst, if somebody tries to enter... would understand!" he said
standing up nervously.

"Come upstairs to my bedroom, then. I want you... If we pass through the
kitchen's stairway, nobody will see us... Come..."

Noel was troubled. Peter took his hand and said again: "Come, go on!"

Noel nodded and followed him. As soon as the bedroom door was shut
behind them, they feverishly undressed each other, reached the king size
bed and started to make love. Peter understood that the young man was
all but new to this experience. He was hot, wild, uninhibited. A real
thoroughbred stallion. They took each other, enjoying very much their
intercourse. Then, reaching an intense orgasm, they were relaxing on the
bed upset like a battlefield.

Peter, caressing him, said: "It has been great, Noel. You already made
love with men, haven't you?"

"Yes. And only with men." Noel admitted.

"And... do you like best men younger than you or older?"

"Mature, like Mel or Rufus, for instance. Or you."

"And a man like your cousin Martin? Would you like him?"

"Martin Mac Bride? He is a splendid man. But unhappily he is married, as
you know. He's just a forbidden dream, unhappily."

"You already dreamed of Martin?"

"Well, I did, I must admit. Since I was a lad, I did..."

"Do you have a man, now?"

"No. It's almost two years I could not make love, you know. It's not
easy at all to find, to understand with whom... But you, how did you
guess about me?"

"Intuition. I observed you for awhile. The way you look at men, more
than women. And how, while looking at them, you were... undressing them
with your eyes."

"My god! Was I so visible? I didn't think..."

"For me who observed you hoping you were like me... But I don't think
that the others could be aware. But, tell me, would you like to became
the lover of your cousin Martin?"

"Why are you continuing to insist so much about Martin? Sure I would
like, but they are just hopeless fantasies..."

"Do you really think so? In my opinion... I noticed that he also looks
at you in a certain way... you understand me, don't you?"

"Are you serious? Are you sure of that?"

"As much as I felt sure about trying with you."

"It would be wonderful... but... I cannot risk to revealing myself to
him. Can you guess what a scandal it would come out if I was wrong?"

"But if I am right... it would be a lot easier between you two than with
others, wouldn't it?"

"Ha, fantasies... just nice fantasies. He is married, he has four
children, he fits nicely with my cousin, and she with him... It is so
clear he likes women."

"It means nothing. I met more than a few fathers with a family who in
reality prefer being in bed with a nice man or boy, rather than with
their wives!"

Noel shook his head and repeated that it was just a nice dream. Peter
didn't insist -- he now knew what he needed to know. When they went
downstairs, he told Rufus that the way was free, completely free.

We don't exactly know how things went, but it seems that Martin's wife,
a few days later, suggested Martin hire her cousin Noel as his personal
secretary and, she added, he could live with them, in their home.... Of
course Martin at once embraced this suggestion. And Noel at once
accepted the job offer.

Some time later Martin told Rufus that Noel and him were now happily in
love and lovers, and that they wonderfully fit together...

Years passed, and the Baxter's, now famous and respected, faithful and
powerful allies of Martin in his following election campaigns that he
always won, were often coveted guests not only in the Arizona Territory,
but also in the neighboring States as well as in Washington. And very
often during the parties in their honor, they told about that womanizer,
their late father, and how Mel went in search of his brothers and they
met, and about their adventures and exploits...

And so their legend, the official one, had its beginning.

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