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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 146 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 Matador
called Preludio 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.
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