Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 23:10:57 -0700
From: eyeMrich1@cox.net
Subject: Bareback City 1

Bareback City, Part 01
Story by Richard Barber

Clint meets his Big Brother.

My name is Clint and I had booked passage on a train out of Los Angles and
am going to meet my stepbrother at the train station in Maricopa,
Arizona. I am terribly excited because this will be my first time on a
train and the first time I have left California.

I am going to be 18 this month and I have just graduated from boarding
school. I am heading off to live with my stepbrother Jason in Arizona.  I
can hardly remember much about my stepbrother because Jason had joined the
marines when I was only 14, and has been gone for 5 years.

I enjoyed the train ride but was disappointed since it was a night time
trip and couldn't see much of the desert except a few lights from nearby
towns.  I fell asleep sometime around 3am and was awoken by the conductor
just as dawn was breaking and we were coming into Maricopa." Maricopa!" the
conductor called out as the train slowly came to a stop.  "Maricopa. All
passengers for this station please exit at the rear exit."

I came to a sudden realization I was about to start a new life in a new
area, with a man I hardly knew.  I was going to make the best of the
situation and when I was old enough and had some money, I would leave this
place and go out on my own.  I wondered what Jason looked now, I barely
remembered what he was like anymore. I had a vague recollection of a wiry
boy but it was pretty vague. He had left home to join the Marines right
after I moved in with his family and that was almost 5 years ago.

I got my bag and stepped on the unloading dock at the station. As I picked
up my bags, a masculine voice called out to me.  I turned to discover the
voice was Jason's.  There stood this hot macho looking man about 6 feet
tall and a solid 210 pounds or better: a real solid ex-marine looking stud!
I was shocked to see that such a wiry boy had turned into a solid hunk of
manhood since the last time I saw him. He wore his hair in a butch flattop
marine cut.  His sleeves were rolled up exposing his huge muscular arms of
steel.  I guess I must have looked shocked as he came towards me.

"Hey Clint! It's me, Jason. How's it hanging man? Let me get one of those
bags dude. My Jeeps parked at the end of the building.  Shit. It's great to
see you after all these years. Looks like you've been working out.  You
look great. This way."

"Hi Jason.  I wasn't expecting to see you so buff.  The last time we were
together 5 years ago you look so much smaller."

"Yeah.  We're both bigger, including this." He said as he gripped the bulge
under his tight jeans.

He threw my bags in the back of his Jeep and we were soon speeding down a
black top road thru the desert.  We didn't talk much except when Jason
pointed at certain landmarks and things of interest in the desert.  There
seemed to be nothing around for miles.  Soon we came upon a few older
building and then down a dusty road until we came to a sign that
said. "Bareback City 1 mile"

After another mile of dusty road we came to another group of old unpainted
building that looked like an old ghost town out of the old west. My God.  I
was to live here in this run down town, with nothing to do but watch for
snakes and eat dust? I'll never get away from here.  I'll be a prisoner
with Jason as my jailer.

He drove down the middle of the street until we came to an old fire station
and stopped.

"Well. What do ya think? Isn't it great?  Me and a couple of my Marine
buddies bought this whole city and another 200 acres of desert.  We own the
place and are turning it into a tourist attraction! This old fire station
is my home.  Wait until you see the inside. You'll love it once you get use
to the snakes and scorpions."  He pushed a button and the station doors
opened. We drove inside and parked next to an old horse drawn fire pump
wagon. He grabbed my bag and led me to a wide stairway and up to the second
floor.  He opened 2 large stain glass doors and much to my amazement he had
converted a large room into his home.

"Come on in and look around.  We've converted this place over the past
year.  I'm pretty much finished except for a few minor pieces of furniture
a buddy is making for me.  We've connected the solar panels and have
converted the power to run most of the city lights and electricity.  Our
windmills are also connected just up on that knoll outside the city.  We
have plenty of fresh spring water that's pumped into a water tank on that
other hill over there and gravity gives us pretty good water pressure.  The
county has a water canal that runs through our land and has given us water
rights to pump water from it to use for our gardens and fire hydrants.  We
have developed a self controlled city and have no water or electric bills,
in fact the electric company pays us for the extra power we supply from our
solar and wind power.  Isn't it great?"

The room had high beamed ceilings and 2 large black iron light fixtures
centered in the room. At the end of one wall was a large wrap around stone
fireplace. An open kitchen with modern appliance was centered to one side
of the large room.  One wall was completely covered with glass windows with
pull down shade coverings.  On the back side of the kitchen area was a
large balcony facing south into the desert with a great view of the nearby
mountain range.

I was astounded at the surroundings and the things they had accomplished.
When we first drove down that dusty street and I viewed the unpainted
rundown buildings, I was beginning to wonder what I had gotten myself into.
Sure Jason was an outstanding physical hunk with a great personality, but
where was I going to fit in his life. I felt so insecure.

"You haven't seen my bedroom and bathroom suite yet.  Come look at this.  I
left the urinals and toilet stalls intact and upgraded the 4 headed showers
to suit my purpose, but you can still have half dozen men showering here at
the same time.  We've done it several times.  I've repainted the walls but
left the old black and white subway tiles on the floor. I tried to keep it
as it was when it was a fire station.  Don't be shocked at the large round
holes between the booths and by the 2 urinals. I thought they were for
ventilation, but one of my marine buddies explained to me that they were
used for other things.  Can't imagine how they got there.  I guess those
firemen of the late 1800 liked some action as much as we do today."

Jason then showed me his large bedroom.  The fireplace opened into both the
living area and the bedroom. His huge 4 poster California king size bed was
centered against one wall and covered with sheep skin coverings.  The other
hand made furniture was large and in scale with his bed. Original Cowboy
oil paintings by George Quaintence hung around the wall and a painting of a
bullfighter was spotlighted at the head of his bed.  It was overpoweringly
a man's room.  Another opening at the end of the room was set up as a small
gym with more equipment than we had at our high school.

"Well? What do you think?  Do you think you might be comfortable living
here?  You might ask where you are going to sleep.  I have a guest room but
am waiting for the furniture to be made.  Meanwhile you'll have to sleep
with me in that king size bed.  I think we can manage.  By the way.  I
always sleep naked and most of the time I run around the place naked, so
get use to it.  Hope you don't mind, but I think you'll adjust"

"Sorry I haven't offered you any refreshments so while I'm getting us a
brewski why don't you put your clothes away and get comfortable.  We can
jump in the shower later after I show you my city. We might have to do
something about your wardrobe.  If you haven't got any western gear don't
worry about it.  I'll take you into town and have our tailor fit you with
some gear.  You should wear jeans and boots around here, mainly because of
the desert environment."

" Damn, Clint.  It gonna be great having ya 'round.  I think we'll have a
good time together.  We'll find some sort of job you might like so you can
earn your keep."

"How'd ya like the school you were attending?.  I chose that one so you'd
get a good education.  I bet you didn't know that did ya? They were gonna
send you to some county school, but I convinced them to send you to that
school.  Now you are going to get another type of education."  Jason
grinned.

I continued to put away my clothes and get accustomed to my new
surroundings with my macho brother.  I was still adjusting to the unusually
fastidiously remodeled firehouse.  Jason came back into the room carrying
two beers.

"Here's a beer, Clint. Do you ride horses?  I have a small stable on the
lower level stocked with 2 pintos and 2 palomino horses. There's a corral
behind the stable.  The stable was here when I moved in.  Horses were used
to pull the water wagon downstairs and when we have tourists, we hook up
the wagon and demonstrate putting out a fire.  If you don't ride I'll teach
you but one thing at a time.  If you'd like to shower before I take you
around and introduce you to some of my fellow marines and workers we can do
that.  We can also run by the tailor to pick out a few western clothes.
You already have a good cowboy name so let's get you some duds to match. "

"I think I'd really like to take a quick shower.  I feel so dusty from that
long ride from the station."  I stood to go to the showers.

"Come on then my young cowboy, I'll have to show ya how this shower works,
so I'll just jump in the shower with ya.  Okay?"

We headed to the large shower room.  I started undressing and hung my
clothes on the wall hooks.  Jason stripped and was adjusting the showers
and turned on all 4 heads at once.  Steam began to rise in the cool air.  I
was nervous and timid undressing in front of Jason.  He had such a
magnificent body.  I had always been proud of my body at school with my
equals but Jason was such a hunk, I felt insecure.  I also feared of
getting a boner around him even though I was also proud of my 8 inch cock.
I quickly glanced at his crotch to observe his cock, but the way he was
standing I could only see him from the side.

"Little brother, your water is drawn." He said jokingly, then he got under
one of the middle shower heads and waited for me to enter.

"Get over here and let me soap your back.  I'll show you the way we do it
in the Marines."

I slowly turned my back to him as he proceeded to run his hands and soap
over my tense shoulder and firm buttocks.  I had started getting a hard on
before I got in the showers but now that he was so near and touching my
body, my cock was standing out like a ball bat.

He continued to soap and back but when he turned me around to lather my
chest my hard cock touched his leg.

"WOW. I called you my little brother, but you are anything but little in
that department.  Good for you.  We can use another stud around here." He
said as he lathered down my chest, stomach muscles and then to my hard cock
and balls.  I thought I would cum if he continued to excite me with his
hands.  I felt his hard cock against my leg and looked down to see a large
uncut cock between his legs. I was only going to take a quick glance but
when I saw his beautiful manhood my glance became a stare.

"Yeah, my friend, I have a good size cock also.  Would you like to lather
me up too?"  I'd like to feel your hands touching me. . Go ahead.  Take a
good feel.  This will be the first step in your current education."

I couldn't resist.  I lathered his penis for a few wonderful minutes, then
moved down to his big balls.  I had felt some of my buddy's cocks in the
school showers but nothing like Jason's cock.  It was the biggest cock I
had ever seen.  As he became harder the foreskin eased back over the large
bulbous cock head. His piss slot was starting to ooze clear liquid. I was
mesmerized by such a big and perfect cock.  I wanted to get closer but
before I did, he turned me around, held me close and started massaging and
rubbing my cock and balls. I could feel his strong arms wrapped about
me. His large cock was sliding between my legs and touching my balls.

"Here is the way we do it in the Marines when a buddy needs to relax and
relieve tension.  It also helps cure his aching balls when he needs them
drained."

Jason wrapped his large rough hand around my hard penis and began to slowly
masturbate me.  He started licking and kissing my neck and caressing my
left nipple as he jacked on my cock with his right hand.  It felt
unbelievable and I wanted to cum so badly. He continued to jack me very
slow at first but when he knew I was ready to shoot, he began moving faster
and faster.

The feeling of his hard cock between my legs was a sensuous feeling and I
wondered if he would ever try to fuck me with his big man meat.  I was
still cherry but had used a small battery operated massager up my ass hole
and had shot a big load. What would his cock feel like up my hole?

I was going to cum.  I shook and gasped as my balls released my cum from
their prison.  It was so fantastic being jacked off by Jason.  He sure knew
what he was doing.  I came so hard that I saw it hit the nearby shower wall
6 feet away.  Just as I had shot the last of my cum, Jason turned me
towards him and started kissing me passionately while he masturbated and
quickly shot his load right on my drained cock.

We stood kissing for a few minutes then withdrew our kissing lips and held
each other under the warm shower.

"Now that is only one way we do it in the Marines." Jason said.

"Let's get dressed and walk downtown and get you some western duds."
Continued.

8/5/2008-WC 2,568