Seven Brothers for Mel Baxter

Published on Nov 18, 2022

Gay

Seven Brothers for Mel Baxter 3

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"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.

SEVEN BROTHERS FOR MEL BAXTER

by Andrej Koymasky © 2019
Written on June 30th 1989
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Jer

CHAPTER 3 - PETER THE BLADE


Well, well, well! If you followed me this far and are still awake, I will now tell you about Peter the Blade.

The story of Mel, that one revised and corrected (or it would be better to say... corrupted!) here shows another big inaccuracy. In fact you know that it tells how Mel found his third "brother" in Tucson while he was with Rufus, on their first visit there. This is not correct. He did really meet Peter in Tucson, but after they finished their job for Thompson, that is when they returned to Tucson. So, it was their second visit to this town. This is not so important, but anyway... Moreover, the "official" stories don't tell about the fact that Peter was really Pedro, that is a boy of Hispanic origins. A little chauvinism in who revised the official story?

But let see how this meeting exactly happened.

Carrying out their job for Thompson, took them several months. They returned to Tucson to collect their last pay. They took a room in a different hotel in the town. A rather elegant one, which was where the Board of Trade is now located. They could now afford this hotel, they had earned good money.

After they settled in their room, they went to order more clothes and to buy some other things they needed. Rufus wandered around downtown, waiting for the usual changes to be made to his new clothing. Mel, wanting a good bath, went back to the hotel.

He ordered his bath, then went up to his room and waited. After a while two servants came bringing a wide plate tub, buckets of steaming water, soap and towels.

One of the two servants, a young Hispanic around sixteen, asked Mel: "Senor, want I stop por wash usted?"

"No, thank you, I can wash myself."

"But, senor, I can wash where usted alone cannot. For little money, senor. Verdad that you make me lavar usted?"

Mel looked at the boy who was watching him with a pleading look and a hint of hope in his wide eyes. The boy was slender, not really tall; but well proportioned and shaped. He had really lively eyes, intensely dark, almost black in color. A thick head of shining black hair, just waved. A sly smile surfaced, from time to time, on his perfect face. All together, he was really agreeable.

So Mel smiled and said: "All right, boy. What's your name?"

"Pedro, senor. You'll see, senor, you'll be feliz. Let me pull off las botas."

The boy, eagerly, helped him undress. Then, while Mel entered the tub, pulled off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and told the man: "Now, senor, relax. I pour l'agua on you hair and shoulders, asi ante de lavarse, el senor se descansa."

"What?"

"Se relaxa. Perdoneme, I just arrived from California and my Ingles es pobre."

Pedro, with a small container, slowly poured the warm water on the man's head and shoulders making it stream in a thousand little trickles. Mel was enjoying the pleasant sensation running on his skin like a light massage, and closed his eyes.

After a while the boy said: "Not open you eyes, take them bien serrados. I wash you hair, then I also shave you beard, then we wash the rest of the body, bueno?"

"All right..."

Mel let the boy do whatever he wanted and this was done with very skilled hands. After conscientiously washing and rinsing his hair, he carefully shaved him with a very light touch. Then he washed his neck and his shoulders. The boy's hands moved rapidly and skillfully. Mel was enjoying the caresses on his skin made slippery by the soap foam, he liked that touch, light and yet assured.

"If senor se rise en his knees, Pedro lavale el rest of the body... Todo bien, hasta hora?"

"Yes, very good."

Mel knelt in the tub and at once the boy started to wash his chest, his back, his sides and arms. Then he brushed them with the right firmness. The sensations of those hands on his skin, especially on his chest and sides, soon provoked a glorious erection for Mel. And it increased when the boy's hands lowered to soap his belly.

Mel, not at all ashamed, said: "Do you see what you did to me, boy?"

"Es natural, senor. You is un hombre joven, you have sangre caliente. If you close you eyes, you can think it is a chica to touch you..."

"I don't need that. It's all right seeing it is you touching me. You have skilled hands, I see. You know how to touch..."

"Yes, senor. I often wash los clientes. If senor stands up and spreads un poquito his legs, I can wash also in there..."

Mel stood up and parted his legs as much as the tub allowed him. He soon felt the soapy fingers of Pedro passing on his butt cheeks, slipping between them, running slowly in his furrow, lingering just a little and gently on his hole, reaching his balls. Mel quivered a little and his member had a jolt.

The boy continued a while, then asked: "Pedro wash also you cono, senor?"

"My what?"

"You... how do you call it you gringos... you... cock do you say?"

Mel laughed, amused: "All right, wash it..." he consented and soon felt the gentle hands of the boy soaping it, smoothing it, massaging it with loving care, pass and pass again on his rod, at this point white-hot, made slippery by the abundant foam. Mel emitted a feeble sigh, barely holding back.

"Al senor, gives bother?"

"No, on the contrary... go on... wash it thoroughly... you really are skilled..."

"Al senor le gusta? You like?"

"Yes, even too much..."

"No es never too much... and it needs wash good..." Pedro said with a cunning smile and went on with his skilled and slow manipulations.

When he felt that the man was intensely shuddering, he took the clear water and rinsed it carefully, then he asked with hope in his low voice: "Pedro chuparselo, al senor?"

"What? I don't understand Spanish..."

"I not know how you say in Ingles... Puedo... can take you cock in my mouth, senor?"

"What? How? Taking it in your mouth? But... why? I don't understand!"

"Why I know that senor le please very much..."

"But how? I don't understand... aren't you disgusted to touch it with your mouth? Piss comes out of it!"

"But I cleaned it well, senor. And then, from there come out tambien the water of life, the male liqueur that make drunk more than el vino... and if senor permite, he will be happy... Por favor?" Pedro asked knelling in front of Mel stretching out his head to meet that stiff and hard pole, already so very sensitive from the preceding manipulations.

Mel felt the boy's tongue touching his member, testing, smoothing, wrapping it, teasing its burning tip, and vibrated from the contact. He never felt emotions so intense, so pleasurable, so unexpected. Then he felt his lips closing on its tip and slipping down, like a warm wet ring, down, down to the hilt. The tip of his member pushing deep inside the boy's mouth in his palpitating throat. Mel now shuddered strongly, and enjoyed the treatment he was experiencing for the first time in his life. The boy continued untiring, moving his head back and forth, making his tongue vibrate under the shaft. Then he stopped, the young man's member still well embedded in his hot mouth, sucked a while, then he grasped the Mel's hips and started an in and out movement.

Mel understood what the boy desired from him, so, taking the boy's head with both his hands, he started to fuck his mouth with slow and long thrusts. Then Pedro started to caress Mel's belly, buttocks, thighs, teasing the sensitive hole, gently kneading the swollen and tense ball-sack. Mel accelerated his rhythm accompanying each push with hoarse moans, filled with passion, feeling enjoyment's tide rising inside him, submerging him, dragging him into a timeless storm, and at last erupting in abundant, spasm jets, flooding the boy's mouth, flowing down his throat. To his amazement, the boy didn't withdraw, but rather sucked greedily, like a calf milking with small pushes of his head, making Mel bend in two with the intense pleasure.

Then the boy withdrew and with laughing eyes looked at the young man: "You know, senor, that you milk has buen savor?"

"You drove me crazy! I never felt anything so good... you are a wizard, really. And I didn't even know it was possible to use one's mouth to give such a pleasure to a man."

"Las putas do that, senor."

"I never went with a prostitute."

"Me neither, but I know."

"It's really a very good thing. And you are a very skilled boy, Pedro,"

"Thank, senor. Now I dry you."

"Pedro, tell me something... but you do that with all the customers of this hotel?"

"Oh no, senor. I try only with those who me gustan mucho. Young and beautiful like you."

"So, then, you like men."

"Seguro que si! Males young and beautiful and well hung like you, senor!"

"I too like men very much. And I like you a lot, Pedro. And... do you like my friend Rufus?"

"El senor mulatto que sleep here? Is he you lover?"

"Yes. So, do you like him?"

"Muchissimo, senor! He seem a very good male and I think he has a coño grande... a big cock, truly?"

"Yes, big and beautiful more than mine. So, when my friend is back, will you come to give him a bath like you did with me? Do you agree?"

"But you'll be also here?"

"Yes, I'll be here. I don't want to lose the sight of you sucking him. I want to see him enjoy it in this way... and for him too it will be a surprise! A very good surprise."

"Bueno, later, then."

"Wait, I've got to pay you. I promised you."

"Don't be offended, senor. But from you I want no money. I like you too much. If you really want pay me, invite me in bed to make love, in you bed, tonight, senor."

"With pleasure, Pedro. As you desire. See ya later, then."

Pedro removed the tub and tidied up, while Mel dressed. After a while, Rufus was back. They chatted some time, but Mel told him nothing about the experience he just had.

Rufus approached him, started to caress him and said: "Do you know that I want you?"

"Yes, but... why not to take your bath, first?"

"A bath? I took one three days ago!"

"A bath, yes. I go ask them to bring the tub here."

"I can take one tomorrow..."

"No, now. I go."

Rufus was rather disappointed. It was the first time that Mel refused his advances in all the months they were together. Mel soon returned.

"They'll bring up the tub and the warm water. You'll see, afterwards you will feel... different."

Rufus nodded, not really persuaded and sat on his bed, looking at his friend and asking himself if by chance Mel wasn't getting tired of him. Mel seemed engrossed in tidying his belongings. After a while they knocked at the door. They brought in the tub and buckets of hot water, then Pedro came with soap and towels.

"Here I am. If the senor want undress and enter the tub. I puedo lavarlo."

"No thanks, I'll do it by myself." Rufus answered and started to undress.

Mel sat on the edge of the bed. "No, Rufus, the boy will wash you." he said determined.

Rufus looked at him in surprise, then shrug his shoulders and finished undressing. He entered the tub. Mel smiled at the fascinated look of Pedro while admiring the manly body of his friend, and prepared himself to enjoy the scene.

Pedro started to wash Rufus' hair and everything went as he had did with Mel, who was carefully observing the scene and saw the excitation slowly seizing his friend. But he noticed something that, when it had been his turn, he didn't see - Pedro's breeches were rising like a tent in his front, showing that the Mexican boy had a very strong erection. Then Pedro made Rufus stand up and started to wash his genital area. The mulatto gave a start and looked in surprise towards Mel. The young man smiled at him with an accomplice's air, winked, then Rufus had a hint of a smile and let himself absorb by the sensations that the skilled touching of the boy gave him. Mel saw that Pedro was rinsing the erect and hard member of Rufus, and that his friend closed his eyes enjoying the good sensations. Pedro looked towards Mel, who nodded in assent, so the boy silently knelt and approached, with his parted lips, the shaft of the unaware Rufus.

Mel saw the hard pole of his friend plunging into the slippery, warm interior of the boy's mouth and guessed the hidden intense activity of the boy's tongue.

Rufus startled, widened his eyes and was trying to draw back, exclaiming in surprise: "What the hell..."

"Let him do it, Rufus..." Mel softly murmured, feeling incredibly aroused by the provocative scene.

Rufus' member was completely disappearing inside Pedro's welcoming mouth. Cupping them with his hands, the boy caressed the heavy sack hanging under it, while he reached with his nose to press against the curly hairs of the young mulatto's groin. Rufus emitted almost a sob. His hands lowered instinctively on Pedro's head, seized it firmly. Then the mulatto bent his legs just a little and pushed his pelvis forward, sinking even more of the length of his member inside the boy's throat, filling it, while he pushed his groin against his head. Rufus' body was trembling, his face slightly contracted with a short spasm of pleasure. Then he started to fuck that hot mouth while Pedro put his hands on the young man's buttocks, to add to the fast pistoning movements of his hips.

Mel was fascinated and excited. He started to undress, almost not aware of what he was doing. He saw Rufus' body vibrating with growing energy, his pelvis moving more and more irregular. It was obvious that his friend was enjoying this unusual way of fucking very much. Mel, now naked again and aroused, went to the back of the kneeling boy, knelt behind him and put his hands into the boy's crotch. Testing what he had guessed was inside the boy's breeches, he pleasantly became aware that the boy, in spite of his sixteen years, already had genitals worthy of a well endowed adult. So, untying the Mexican boy's breeches with feverish moves, he lowered them and uncovered a delicious little ass, lean and sinewy. Mel caressed it. Pedro continued to suck Rufus' beautiful member. Guessing Mel's intentions, he spread his knees a little and rose and pushed his ass backwards, in a silent but eloquent offering. Mel lubed his beautiful rod standing again at attention with his spit. Wetting the hot butt flesh the boy was offering him, seized the boy's waist and started to push the tip of his rod into Pedro's bottom.

He felt it opening its way, reaching the palpitating and yielding hole of the boy. He started to push and felt the flesh ring opening slowly, relaxing, accepting him. Welcoming him, almost sucking him eagerly inside. While he slowly, relentlessly invaded the boy, he looked at Rufus' expression. His friend, his eyes closed, nervously licked his lips. His face showed evident traces of unutterable emotions. Then Rufus opened his eyes and saw Mel penetrating the boy's ass. He smiled him and his hips started to move almost rotating, in a furious, passionate dance. Meanwhile, Mel started to rock inside the boy with the same intense, passionate greed. While his hands were busy with the boy's balls and member, which strongly throbbed, he felt that Pedro was answering to the triple pleasures of emotion that was feeding his body, all at once, his mouth, his ass and his cock.

Rufus felt his glans expand, the velvety tongue of Pedro caressing it, then felt something explode inside him, his balls contracted strongly and his orgasm gushed out from the root of his strong cock, run up it like a flash, foamed out in a sweeping stream at once swallowed by Pedro's throat. This triggered a similar process in Pedro who erupted abundantly in Mel's hands, contracting and twisting in a violent orgasm. And then Mel, spurred by the boy's cannel contractions, flooded him with all his cum, in an uninterrupted set of successive billows.

Rufus slowly pulled out his still hard member from the boy's lips, and emitted a kind of hollow, low whistle, his entire body still quivering, and, his voice still hoarse from the pleasure, exclaimed: "Incredible! This boy makes miracles, with his mouth! He really drained me!"

Mel slowly slipped out of the hot channel and said: "Also his ass is a wonder..."

Pedro stood up with a broad smile, and at his turn said: "It's been fantastic! I never felt anything so passionate, so intense! It is the first time I make love with two young and so handsome men, and so hot, at the same time. It is fabulous!"

Mel looked at him in surprise and asked him: "Pedro! Where is your Mexican accent? You speak perfect English!"

The boy blushed: "Forgive me, mister. My mother was a Mexican Indian, but my father was an American Evangelical Minister. As an American, because of my looks, nobody would gave me a job, or accept me. As a Mexican, I got a job. And also the hotel clients, even those who don't love men, don't have problems fucking a Mexican kid, and give him a few coins. But the pleasure you two gave me, sirs... made me forget my little act..."

The two friends nodded and smiled at him. They dressed again, and Mel asked the boy: "Are you alone in this world, now?"

"Yes, sir. My mother is dead, and my father was ashamed with me, as he is married and has a family..."

"And, do you like your job?"

"At least, I eat and have a roof over my head, sir."

"Will you please remove the tub, and then return to our room?"

"At your orders, sir."

As soon as Mel was alone with Rufus, he said: "What do you think of that boy?"

"He is a bomb! He is handsome, likable, and he knows how to use his mouth in a way I did not even know was possible. And that it was so exciting, erotic, good! And to be so young, he is really skilled... and uninhibited."

"What do you think if we ask him to come with us, to join us?"

"Fucking hell, yeah! But... he surely doesn't know how to handle a weapon..."

"We can teach him... and he will teach us to give pleasures with our mouths. Are you game?"

"Sure yes!"

By the time Pedro knocked on their door, they had decided. So Mel told him of their proposal.

Pedro looked at them, one then the other, surprised. Then brightened up: "You really want me with you? And we could always make love all three of us together?"

"Yes, sure. But there are some conditions..."

"Oh, sir, any agreement is good! Tell me, sir!"

"First, we will always use our first names, no sir, mister or master between us."

"As you like, si... as you like, Mel."

"Second, you need to learn to use a weapon. Just as I explained to you how we earn a living; you must understand how important is to be skilled in the use of weapons."

"I am rather skilled in the use of a machete. When I was a kid, a Mexican Indian taught me. But if you want, I can learn to use what you ask me..."

"Third, as I don't want there to be any difference between us, we will have everything, truly everything in common."

"I have everything to gain and nothing to lose... But if even I had to lose, I'd accept. And then, we will have common sex, right?"

"Fourth, you will have to stop playing the Mexican. From now on you will be Peter. Cutting your hair in the right way, and with good clothes, you could be an American like many."

"All right, but my last name will still be Mexican, my mother's last name was Gonzales."

And it was at this point that the story of the "brothers" was "born".

In fact Mel thought for a little while, then brightened in a wide smile: "After all, we three are all bastard children, even if more or less we can guess or know who our fathers are. Therefore, we will say we are brothers, and as we are bastards, our last name will be... Baxter!"

Rufus laughed at the pun, but objected: "But you are white, I'm a mulatto and he is Hispanic... how can we possibly pass for brothers? Each so different than..."

Mel nodded, thought a little again than said: "It is really simple. Our father was a small landowner, and really a womanizer. He had me with his wife Evelyn, you, Rufus with a mulatto slave, and you Peter with his Mexican governess. But, since he was after all a responsible man, a honest father, he recognized you and gave you his name and raised you. It will not be too strange, don't you think?"

Rufus and Pedro started to laugh and Rufus asked: "And what was the first name of dad Baxter? Where did he live? Where is he now?"

"Joshua, like my father!" Pedro exclaimed.

"Sure, and he lived in California. One of the first settlers..." Mel added.

"And now, unhappily... he is dead!" Rufus said with an comically sad air, and all three burst in laughter.

"And now, as you are officially our younger brother, let's go get you a good hair cut, buy you some decent clothes and a horse."

"Yes, but... here in the hotel they all know me, and..."

"We will move to another hotel, or better yet, we will leave Tucson."

"Yes, all right. But there is another thing I would really like..."

"Tell us."

"To have a hat like yours, Mel!"

"We will look for it and buy one." Mel said.

"But then, me too! Three brothers, the same hat" Rufus said merrily.

"Why not? I like the idea. It will be our trademark!" Mel agreed.

The next day, they went to order clothes for Peter. They bought another horse, pistols and a machete, and the three identical white hats. And everything else they needed. Then, as soon as all was ready, Peter quit his job and took his last pay. Changing his clothes in Mel and Rufus' room, mounting their horses, the three "bothers" left Tucson in search of a new job. On the way Mel taught Peter to use the pistols, but also saw that Peter was so skilled handling his machete, that the boy was nicknamed "the Blade".

They toured, working and making love among them, in perfect harmony and happiness. And knowing each other better and better so that, especially in moments of real danger, their harmony was often their best weapon.

You all know the deeds of these three brothers, as they won a challenge against the men terrorizing Mesa. As they escaped the ambush of Derrick's men. As they recovered the booty that the bandits took from the Salt City Bank and how they found and freed the wife of the rich Mister Hollingsworthy.

They toured all of Arizona, far and wide. Their fame was starting to spread and their legend began to take shape.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4


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