 |
Prologue
Logan looked around at the group celebrating his high school graduation with a happiness he hadn't felt for a long time. It was a family gathering of the few people who were truly important to him. Not all were blood relatives, but all were part of his family.
In addition to his graduation, they were also celebrating his upcoming eighteenth birthday. And in keeping with the month of June, wedding anniversaries abounded. His grandparents were celebrating their fortieth. His grandfather's younger cousin and wife, Kevin and Ann Hansen, with whom he'd lived for the past year, were celebrating their twentieth, as were Don and Ellen Collins, the parents of his best friend, sixteen-year-old Toby. Logan and his boyfriend, Dusty, had recently announced their engagement. Furthermore, Kevin and Ann's twin sons, Ryan and Evan, had turned thirteen the week before.
It had been a year of growth and change for the blond, muscular country boy. Caught up as an accessory to a sexual abuse scandal, he'd been forced to leave his grandparents' ranch north of Boise to live near Twin Falls with Kevin, to whom he'd been paroled. More a victim than a perpetrator, Logan had been dealt with leniently by the courts, and although otherwise confined to his cousin's ranch, he'd successfully finished high school and started college under the Idaho Early College Program. Now, besides his advancement to adulthood and graduation from high school, he would soon celebrate his emancipation from the legal system. Then he would be free to join Dusty in his apartment near the college in Twin Falls.
Gramps and Grams had done so much for him during those twelve years after his parents died in a car accident, and he'd repaid them by leaving them with a ranch to run without his help and a legal mess to clean up. He was grateful they still loved him and had helped him dig himself out of the hole he'd been in.
His involvement in the abuse had begun very subtly. He and Cory were in love, so he thought at least. But slowly he got in deeper and deeper, until he was a victim himself and trapped in a web he couldn't escape, supplying new meat for Cory and his dad.
When Toby moved in next to the ranch, Logan had high hopes he could escape the trap he was in and start over with someone new. It hadn't worked that way, and he'd hated dumping his problem on Toby when he had to leave. But Toby was as smart as Logan believed him to be, and with the help of his parents had done exactly what was required to bring justice to the abusers and relief to the victims.
Logan was grateful to Kevin for taking him in and becoming his guardian through this mess. Ann was super too, and the twins were a fun diversion. There was hardly a day when, after school or working with Kevin, he didn't play soccer with the boys, or help them with their 4-H projects.
Ryan and Evan, fraternal twins, were not as dissimilar as movie-twins Danny DeVito and Arnold Schwarzenegger, but their differences did cause occasional surprise. Evan's Norwegian blond good looks came from his father; his brother had inherited their mother's Native American black hair, dark eyes, and dark complexion. Both were developing their father's lean muscular build, though Ryan was two inches taller and fifteen pounds heavier. But the major difference was not visible to the naked eye.
When Ryan had cautiously come out to his parents on Christmas day six months earlier, it caused less stir in the liberal household than the rubber spider Evan had wrapped for his mother. His parents' only concerns were for his well-being and for someone to guide him, and who better to do the latter than his cousin, Logan. As a result, although still close to both young cousins, Logan had become Ryan's mentor and hero.
Of the pictures that Dusty, the official photographer, took at the event, everyone's favorite was a specific group photo. Gramps and Grams were in the center on either side of Logan. To their left, Kevin and Ann stood with Evan in front of them. To their right, Don, Ellen, and Toby were similarly positioned.
Directly in front of Logan stood Ryan, his older cousin's hands on his shoulders, looking as happy as a clam at high tide. The three family groupings were revealing, and would prove to be prophetic as well.
************
As the women brought out the food and set the table for the picnic dinner, Grams looked appraisingly at Logan.
"Ann, you and Kevin are to be congratulated. Logan has done so well here this year. I've never seen him so happy."
Ann smiled. "It's Logan who deserves the congratulations. He's done it for himself. We're the ones who have benefited, in more ways than one. He's been an immense help to Kevin, not to mention what he's done for the boys, Ryan especially, of course."
Grams chuckled. "Yes, I noticed Ryan has never been more than six feet from him all afternoon."
"When they're both home, they're inseparable. Besides Logan's role modeling, having him and Dusty around as a couple is providing Ryan with a relationship example."
Ellen paused from setting the eleven places at the picnic tables.
"It's going to be hard on Ryan when Logan moves to town."
Ann replied. "Yes, I agree. For the summer, Logan will spend most of his daytime hours working here, and that will continue on weekends into the fall. So it's not like he'll disappear completely." She laughed. "We may have to turn Logan's basement room over to Ryan, though. He spends more time down there than in the room he supposedly shares with his brother."
************
Unnoticed, Gramps and Don had wandered away towards the equipment shed. They returned in a white Chevy pickup, three years old but in excellent condition. Parking it next to the picnic tables, they casually rejoined the group, leaving Toby to put the large red bow on top of the cab. Dusty, who had deliberately distracted Logan in conversation, now looked towards the vehicle. Logan's eyes followed, and his jaw dropped.
"What the fuck?"
Grams looked at him sternly. "Watch your language."
Then everyone laughed. Don made the presentation.
"Logan, your grandfather, Kevin, and I had a consultation with Dusty concerning your interest in a specific vehicle on a certain car lot in Twin Falls. You'll notice that the vehicle is no longer on the lot. We know you'll make good use of it. Congratulations on your graduation."
The party moved to the vehicle. The twins climbed inside, the better to observe the features of a pickup newer than the one they were familiar with. With tears in his eyes, Logan gave Don and his grandfather hugs, and then added his grandmother and Ellen, knowing that nothing happened in either household without their participation. He finished with hugs for Kevin and Ann, thanking them for the pickup as well as all they had done for him.
Once the gift had been properly admired, attention turned towards the dinner of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green salad. For dessert, they enjoyed the traditional birthday cake, supplemented by the omnipresent apple pie, of course.
************
The previous Christmas, when Ryan revealed his feelings about other boys to his parents and Evan, it was more about feelings than anything else. His knowledge about sexual activity consisted of a few obscure locker-room jokes, understood no better by the tellers than the listeners. Now spending more nights with Logan than in his own cramped lower bunk, it was feelings and relationships that were initially discussed.
An "early bloomer", Ryan was ripe for the seventh-grade sex-education class which started right after spring break. Unfortunately for the class, their aging teacher, Miss Peters, had never bloomed, but had withered instead. And she couldn't get beyond the earlier concepts of "health education". The class material covered visible changes such as pubic hair, and social necessities such as proper bathing and deodorant - things the students knew already. Any questions which concerned actual sex were responded to by, "Ask your parents."
She should have said, "Ask your cousin." That's what Ryan did. Logan gave him a rough outline, but more importantly, got him an XVideos account. Ryan, being a rule-follower, objected.
"It says I gotta be eighteen to have an account."
Logan chuckled. "Am I eighteen?"
"Well, no."
"Here's your first sex-education lesson. If you follow the rules, it's no fun."
That was the end of rule-following, and the beginning of knowledge. Logan directed his young cousin to the gay section and the search tool, and Ryan's education began. He quickly learned how to properly pleasure himself. Once that was mastered, he wanted to move on. In order to steer Ryan clear of bottles, tool handles and garden vegetables, Logan provided his cousin with lubricant and a four-inch dildo. With the help of XVideos, Ryan was soon using his new toy to enhance his pleasure.
Finding it awkward to do all this in the lower bunk with Evan in the upper, Ryan soon took to having fun in the shower. That lasted until Evan complained that Ryan was using all the hot water. Thereafter, the loft of the barn became Ryan's primary pleasure palace. And although the dildo was working out for him, what he really wanted was, in the lingo he was learning online, an older twink to be his daddy.
Evan was disgusted with the sex education class, and said so to Ryan one evening.
"I bet Miss Peters never had a prick in her pussy in her whole life."
Ryan agreed. "Or any place else, either. Her name oughta be 'Miss Nopeters'."
After an adolescent snicker, Evan posed a question.
"What do you mean by 'any place else'?"
Ryan replied by introducing his twin to XVideos, and pointing him in the direction of the straight section, with a quick detour to the masturbation parts of the gay section. In no time at all, Evan was educating himself in his own desired directions.
The next day, Evan mentioned Ryan's alteration of Miss Peters' name to a friend. As might be expected, it soon became common knowledge, and Miss Nopeters became the butt of many locker-room jokes.
************
The party was over. It had been a fun afternoon which ended with a soccer game including Toby and Dusty. Because of the guests, the game didn't terminate with the usual wrestling match between Logan and Ryan. That activity had always ended with Ryan on top rubbing his smaller pole against Logan's bigger one. The sexual implications were clear to both, but never discussed or pursued further.
Ryan lay in his lower bunk with his iPad, watching his favorite video. The guy on top looked a lot like Logan, and although both participants were theoretically eighteen or over, the kid being screwed seemed younger. Ryan always pictured himself in that position.
As his fantasy played out on the screen, making him so horny he thought he'd explode, Ryan thought about rules. His parents had made a rule that to sleep with Logan, Ryan needed to wear his pajamas. He'd never liked that rule because Logan slept naked. It wasn't fair. A voice in his head repeated something Logan had said long ago.
"Here's your first sex education lesson. If you follow the rules, it's no fun."
Ryan smiled to himself. It was time to break the rules and have some fun. In the bunk above, Evan was asleep. Ryan turned off his iPad and stripped off his PJs. A careful check into the hallway revealed that his parents were watching TV. Quickly and quietly, he descended the stairs into the basement.
Logan's door, usually standing open in welcome, was closed. Ryan knocked softly, and after a brief pause Logan responded.
"Come on in, Ry-Ry."
Ryan entered and closed the door. Logan lay on his bed with his hands behind his head. Except for a towel across his midsection, he was naked. Ryan's eyes locked onto the towel and the hard abs above it.
"How did you know it was me? And stop calling me Ry-Ry."
"Who else would be down here this late? You're the only one who comes down to talk with me and spend the night."
Logan slid over to make room, and Ryan quickly dropped onto the bed beside him, his face buried in a pillow. Logan turned on his side and rubbed Ryan's smooth bubble-butt.
"Where's your jammies, Ry-Ry?"
The voice was muffled. "In my room."
"What would your mom say if she knew you were down here naked?"
"Shut up!"
Logan rubbed Ryan's back and then slid a finger down his ass-crack, stopping to tease his pucker. Ryan's body jerked and he squeaked with surprise. Logan pulled his hand away and grinned.
"I think you liked that."
"Maybe."
"Why did you come down naked, Ry-Ry?"
"Because I wanna sleep naked like you do."
"Is that the only reason?"
"Maybe."
"Can I play with your cock like you play with mine when you think I'm asleep?"
Ryan sat up cross-legged on the bed.
"I don't do that."
"Yes, you do. You like my cock, don't you, Ry-Ry?"
Ryan playfully pounded Logan's chest with closed fists. "Don't call me Ry-Ry! So what if I like your cock? I like to feel it and think about mine being that big someday."
Logan laughed and pushed Ryan's fists away.
"Is that the only thing you think about?"
"Maybe."
Ryan changed the subject.
"I've got some questions."
Logan smiled. "You usually do. What's on your mind?"
"We talked about how some animals can be gay, like the sheep we have. I've seen the rams try to mate, but never actually do it. But today I saw our two tomcats mating. Have you heard of that?"
Logan thought for a while. "Rams trying to mate is common. Sometimes they succeed, but I've never seen that happen either. I've heard of male cats having sex, but it's rare. By the way, do you know the word 'homosexual'?"
"Yes."
"You should use that instead of 'gay'. Gay means people. Homosexual means the same thing, but it's used for any animal."
"Okay, thanks for telling me that." He paused. "You told me about the baboons and - what were the others?"
"Bonobos."
"Yeah, them. You told me about the males actually mating. I found some videos online of them doing it."
Logan laughed. "You're watching animals screw? Isn't XVideos enough for you?"
Ryan scowled. "I just wanted to find out how they do it. But what I really wanna find out is what it's like having another guy screw me. I'm tired of watching videos. I wanna do it myself."
Logan ruffled Ryan's hair playfully. "We've talked about that. You gotta be older to have another guy screw you. In the meantime, maybe you could get the ram to screw you. Or the cat might help out."
Ryan poked Logan in the ribs. "Not funny."
He paused, and then jumped to a different topic.
"I like Toby."
"So do I."
"I bet you had sex with him."
"Yeah, I did, when he lived next door to me up at Gramps' place."
"I want you to have sex with me too."
"You gotta be older to do that."
Ryan scowled. "You gotta be older. You gotta be older. That's all I ever hear."
Logan reflected for a few moments. How old had he been when sixteen-year-old Clayton took him to the empty bunkhouse, tossed him giggling and naked onto a dusty mattress, and filled him with cousin-cream? Probably twelve? Maybe Ryan was old enough. Logan smiled to himself. Live demonstrations weren't included in his mentoring agreement, but neither were they excluded.
Ryan pulled off Logan's towel. Logan made no effort to stop him.
"You could do it right now. You're hard and your cock's got lube on it." He grinned. "I bet you were jacking off. That's why the door was closed."
Logan grinned back. "Yeah, that's what I was doing. We didn't get to rub poles after soccer today, so I thought I'd rub my own."
"I can rub it for you."
Logan put some lube on Ryan's hand, and then put his hands behind his head.
"Go for it."
Ryan stroked his cousin's boner a few times. Logan smiled.
"Not bad, kid. I'm glad XVideos is teaching you something useful?"
"Well, I gotta get my sex education somewhere. All you do is talk about it. You never actually do it."
Ryan stroked his older cousin's pole for a while.
"Does that feel good?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Aren't you gonna cum?"
"After a while."
Ryan stopped. "This is taking too long. And you're the only one having fun. If you'd fuck me, we could both have fun."
Logan pretended to be shocked. "Ryan! I've never heard you use the f-word before. I oughta wash your mouth out with soap."
Ryan grinned. "Well, you heard it now, 'cause that's what I want you to do."
He climbed on top of Logan and rubbed their stiff bare poles together. Logan grinned up at him.
"It feels better when we're naked, doesn't it, Tiger?"
"Yeah, it does."
Smiling happily at his new nickname, Ryan leaned down and gave his big cousin a kiss. Logan looked up at him.
"Hey! You never kissed me before. Where did that come from?"
"I don't know."
Logan pulled Ryan's head down and gave him a more serious kiss in return. The boy grinned.
"I like that."
Logan reached for Ryan's butt cheeks and squeezed them. Then he let his fingers drift into Ryan's crack. Finding the entrance, he slipped the tip of his finger inside. Ryan squirmed with pleasure, which rubbed their poles together again. Logan grinned at him.
"Does that feel good?"
"Oh, yeah! But what I want is your hard cock in there."
"Then go ahead and put it in."
Ryan sat up straight. "What?"
Logan handed him the lube. "You heard me. Put it in. Just like it was your dildo."
Smiling happily, Ryan sat back a little and spread more lube on Logan's pole, as well as in and around his boy-hole. Holding his cousin's pole with one hand, he positioned himself over it and pressed down firmly. His eyes grew wide as the head popped inside. A huge grin spread across his face.
"Cool!"
Logan laughed. "Good start, Tiger. Now, slowly slide down on it."
The first four inches slid in easily. There were at least three more to go. Ryan looked at Logan, worried.
"Will it all go in? It's a lot bigger than the dildo."
"Take your time, Tiger. It'll all go in."
With his face contorted from effort and concentration, Ryan slowly dropped down further. When he bottomed out, he looked at Logan with a satisfied smile.
"Now what?"
"Move up and down a little to get used to it."
Ryan did as suggested, and then grinned. "It feels a lot better than the dildo."
Logan laughed. "The real thing always feels better."
He gently pulled Ryan down on top of him and kissed him. Ryan responded, and the kisses quickly became more intense. Carefully maintaining their connection, Logan rolled them over, putting himself on top. Resuming the tongue tag, Logan began to move his pole inside the younger boy. Surprised, Ryan broke off the kiss.
"You're gonna fuck me!"
Logan chuckled. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"You said I wasn't old enough."
"I changed my mind."
As Logan began to drive in deeper, Ryan clutched at his back, moaning happily.
"Oh, yeah! That's what I want. Just like in the video."
"Did they go all the way in the video?"
"Yeah."
"You understand what I mean, right?"
"Yeah, the guy on top came in the kid on the bottom."
"Is that what you want me to do?"
"Yeah."
Logan looked into his cousin's eyes. "You're sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
As Logan continued with his slow steady rhythm, Ryan's eyes took on a faraway look, like he really wasn't there any more. Logan smiled. He knew that feeling, and he knew how to make it last.
Lost in another world, Ryan was barely aware of what was happening. A soft glow of pleasure spread throughout his body. He clutched at Logan's back and squirmed with excitement, wanting this to last forever. At last he was feeling what he'd watched and wanted to feel for weeks. Logan grinned at him.
"Want me to make you cum?"
"Can you do that?"
"I think so."
"Yeah, do it."
Watching Ryan's face closely, Logan increased his speed little by little. As Ryan approached the edge, his breathing turned to short gasps. Logan slowed down slightly. Moaning softly, Ryan clutched at his cousin's back and tried to push up against him.
"Make me cum!"
Logan chuckled. "Not yet."
"Please, I wanna cum!"
"Not until I'm ready to cum too."
"Please..."
Logan drove in hard. With a gasp of excitement, Ryan blew his load onto his abs. Driving in hard once more, Logan held his position as his body pumped sperm deep into his younger cousin.
************
As Logan lay on his back recovering, Ryan climbed on top of him again and gave him a kiss.
"Thanks, Logan. That was awesome."
Logan ruffled his hair. "Glad I could help you with your first time, Tiger."
"I like it when you call me that. Do you have a nickname? Something special that only your closest buddies call you?"
"Back home at Gramps' place, the guys called me Ranch Boy."
Ryan softly repeated it. "Ranch Boy... that's so cool."
He laid his head down on his closest buddy's chest and promptly fell asleep.
|
Lifeguard