The Other Brother
Chapter 02
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EXCERPT OPENING
That kid was really starting to affect me in a weird way. I had never felt this way about anyone much less one I had just met a few minutes ago. I mean it wasn’t as if I hadn’t messed around with other boys before in regards to some sex games, but that had been different. That had been more along the lines of discovering our budding manliness and learning about our sexuality. I’ve had jacking sessions with some of my friends and it had been exciting watching them get all sexed up. At times we all had helped each other out as well when we touched one another. Those times had been a wonderful experience, but I had moved on from those types of experiences to different ones when I started dating some of the girls in my school. Now, when I looked at Anatoli my feelings seemed to be at a more heightened state than at any one of my previous experiences, including those with girls.
I shook my head trying to clear these thoughts from my mind. Then another thought struck me. I had recently broken up with my latest girlfriend a couple of months ago. Before our breakup our relationship had progressed to the state of a lot of petting and oral sex which was very stimulating to say the least. However, since my breakup, the closest sexual relationship I was having had been with my right hand. Maybe, it was just my hormones going all catty wonkers on me for the lack of good sexual companionship. That must be it I thought to myself and started feeling a little better about everything by the time I finally reached the kitchen.
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I made my way over to the kitchen and noticed Mrs. Markowsky had wandered over into the living room and was looking over some of the family pictures sitting on the mantle. I looked into the pot of goulash and gave it a quick stir before replacing the lid. The aroma when I had lifted the lid set my mouth to watering. It wasn’t boiling yet, but would be done here in a couple of minutes.
After my mother had passed away I had found out how much I loved cooking. Mr. Markovich was a master in the kitchen and had taught me most of my culinary skills. This dish was one of my favorites because it was chocked full of flavors and very nourishing. It is a wonderful type of comfort food.
When I turned around Mrs. Markowsky had returned back to the kitchen bar and was sipping from her cup of coffee. She smiled warmly at me. “This coffee is very um…tasty,” she said.
I opened the cupboard and removed two bowls and plates placing them on the counter. “Thanks for letting me get cleaned up real quick. I know I must have been a sight all mucked up like that,” I said chuckling a little.
She smiled back at me saying, “You look quite…handsome.”
“Yeah, Anatoli thought I cleaned up really nicely,” I said getting a chuckle from both her and her son. Evidently he had understood enough of the exchange and remembered what I had said earlier.
“You look more like your mother. The hair and body is same as father, but face,” she gestured with her hand, “is like mother. The eyes…um…nose, and mouth,” she emphasized using her hands to point to the different areas on her face.
A brief twinge of sadness coursed through my body as she mentioned how much I looked like my mother. She looked at me quizzically noticing my brief change in demeanor, but I shook it off and thanked her for the compliment.
“So,” I started out, “you seem to have something on your mind. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yes, I need babysitter for Anatoli,” she motioned towards her son. I looked over to the younger boy just in time to notice him wince at the term ‘babysitter.’ I knew how he felt. Every boy reaches a certain age and no longer wants to be looked after by a babysitter.
Anatoli started to protest and she cut him off gesturing for him to be quiet. He opened his mouth again, but must have thought better of it and closed it. I managed a smile of encouragement for him motioning in a way that showed I understood and to be patient. He smiled back giving me a short nod of thanks for my concern.
His mother continued, “Dr. Stanton…your father say to me to come here if I need help. I not to start work for few more days, but my…ah…beeper vibrate for all to come and help with crisis. There is big accident at big factory, much injury, but I cannot leave boy alone in…strange…um, new home. I probably will be needing to stay very late at hospital, maybe not come home until tomorrow. I am hoping he can stay here if your mother will allow.” I heard her say as she followed me into the living room a bit flustered at my abrupt departure.
At hearing about the factory I had jumped over to the living room and turning on the television tuned it to the news station. “Oh shit, please don’t tell me it’s the fireworks plant,” I stated ignoring the fact I had just sworn out loud. I glanced over at Mrs. Markowsky, but she didn’t seem to have noticed, or if she did made like she hadn’t heard.
My fears were realized as the news channel was showing the explosion of the big fireworks factory over on the border of the next county. The blast had been felt for miles and it was total chaos at the scene. I could see some of the hospital choppers landing to take the injured and fly them back to the hospital. Out here in such a rural community, choppers were an integral part of the hospital emergency system.
“Damn, those poor people. It’s going to be chaos at the hospital today,” I mused to myself.
“Robby, I no have more time, is mother going to be home soon, can we telephone her?” She asked me trying to remain calm despite the urgency of the situation.
I looked at her and opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come. I tried again and then looked towards our family portrait as a lone tear trickled down the side of my face.
“Robby?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Robby?” she asked again a little more forceful.
Ever so slowly I turned around to face her and sighed. She must have noticed the streak mark from my single teardrop on my cheek and looked at me questioningly.
“No, Mrs. Markowsky,” I stated simply.
“I not understand…no, she is not here or no you cannot call?” She asked calmly not wanting to upset me further.
Taking a deep breath I tried to smile encouragingly at her. “No, she’s not here and no we can’t call her. She died when I was only eight years old. It’s only me and dad now. But, yes, Anatoli can stay here with me. I’ve been on my own around the ranch here since I was 10 years old. Your Uncle would come over to the house from time to time to help me out, or I would pop over to his house for some company, but for the most part it was just me over here when dad had to be at the hospital. Mind you I’m no babysitter,” I emphasized more for Anatoli’s benefit, “but he’s welcome to stay here with me and help out a little.”
I saw several emotions pass through Mrs. Markowsky’s visage. She was truly shocked at the news of my mother, evidently my father had neglected to inform her of this, and she also seemed to be hesitant at leaving her son all alone with another kid, even though said kid had been taking care of himself for several years now.
“I don’t know… I do not like leaving boy like this…how you say, without parent.”
Anatoli spoke up now asking his mom what was going on. She quickly translated the details and a discussion quickly ensued. He obviously seemed to like the idea, but she was opposed to it.
While they discussed the situation I picked up the phone and dialed my dad’s office. Someone picked up on the other end and I recognized the voice.
“Hey Rose, I was wondering if you could patch me through to my dad.”
“Hi, sweetie pie, I don’t know if I can. Did you hear the news? It’s starting to get hectic.”
“Yeah, I heard, but I need to chat with him really quick. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
“Hold on then, I’ll patch you through to him.” I heard her say knowing she would page him with a certain code indicating he needed to answer no matter what.
Rose was one of those tough as nails types of person, and even though technically she wasn’t in charge you still had better do what she told you. On the outside she was tough as nails but the sweetest of people once you got to know her. If it wouldn’t have been for her my dad would have fallen to pieces after mom died, and who knows how things would have turned out for us as a family. It was Rose who literally ‘bitch slapped’ my dad out of his uncharacteristic melancholy. When I say ‘bitch slapped,’ I literally mean it because after he had been out of action she drove over to the house one day to check up on things.
When she arrived the house was total chaos with both me and my brother barely hanging on to our sanity. My father was a mess not having bathed or anything for days. He was so out of it and when she confronted him about the state of the house and the family he had basically told her to ‘fuck off,’ something else so out of character for him. He had been so devastated about the loss he simply didn’t care anymore. That did it for Rose because she literally hauled off and ‘bitch slapped’ him so hard it knocked him on his ass into the chair.
He had stared at her in stunned silence while she laid into him about how he needed to be here for his sons. By the time she was done with my father he had been ripped a new asshole and he felt it too. She literally manhandled him into the bathroom forcing him to get showered and straightened up while she began to straighten out the house. While dad was getting cleaned up she laid into me and Michael saying if we thought about sulking around forever we had another thing coming. In short order she had us jumping standing at attention as she barked out orders reminding us of our duties around the ranch.
By the time my dad finished, Michael and I had been directed out in the backcountry of the ranch to do some much needed work. It was here that my brother and I came together as a team, which would last the rest of my brother’s life. We had always been close as brothers, but working the ranch together and taking on the responsibility tied us in a way not many brothers experience. By the time we got home from a hard day’s work everything was set in motion for us to heal as a family. All thanks to Rose.
Anatoli and his mother were still in discussion mode. I clicked on the speaker button so we could all hear one another and then ambled over to the pot of goulash lifting up the lid. The pot had started to boil and I knew it was ready. I turned off the heat and lifted up the pot to the table and then grabbed some lunch meat, bread, and all the fixings.
I heard my father’s voice and I turned towards the phone. When Anatoli and his mother heard the new voice they stopped their heated discussion.
“Robby? Is everything alright son, I don’t have a lot of time to chat” I heard my dad ask on the other end.
“Yeah, sort of. Mrs. Markowsky is here and she needs to talk to you.” I motioned her over to the phone. She hesitated a moment and then walked over to talk to my dad. I could hear her start in on the dilemma she was facing.
I motioned for Anatoli to take a seat at the bar pointing at the pot for him to eat some of the goulash and to make a sandwich. He snuck a peek inside the pan smelling the delicious scent and smiled.
“Goulash?” he asked pointing to the reddish colored substance in the pot.
Chuckling, I smiled back toothily and nodded my head in the affirmative.
He seemed to think for a moment as if he was trying to come up with the proper words and simply stated as he pointed to the pot, “like home?”
I considered his statement for a moment and thought I understood what he meant.
“Do you mean is it just like at home?” I asked him.
He beamed and nodded his head emphatically.
“Well, I guess it should because it was your Great Uncle who taught me the recipe. The big trick is to add red paprika at the very beginning when you are cooking the onions in a tiny bit of oil. If you add the paprika after you put in the water then the color just separates into globs.”
He looked a little confused as he tried to interpret my words. I tried again as I first pointed in the direction of their home, then said “Uncle Markovich,” then pointed to the goulash, then pointed to me and simply said “teach.”
He smiled his understanding as he started scooping out pieces of chicken and potatoes into his bowl followed by the savory broth. I scooped out some for myself and we both prepared our sandwiches with lunchmeat, cheese, and the essential condiments.
I could hear my father assuring Mrs. Markovich it would be just fine if Anatoli stayed over at the house, and how I was very responsible. He explained it was me who had worked their ranch the last couple of months to ensure all was ready for their arrival and how I was the one who looked after our own ranch. Anatoli would be in good hands, he assured her.
Anatoli had been listening to the exchange as well trying to decipher what was transpiring. It may be a little difficult for the youngster to speak and come up with the proper words, but he seemed to understand most of what was said when he heard things. I guess it is easier for the brain to process what is being said than it is trying to actually remember words to speak out loud.
Glancing at the boy, I gave him a nudge on the elbow and looked at him encouragingly. “Don’t worry,” I said gesturing over to his mother. “She’ll come around. It’s a lot better staying here than getting stuck in a Daycare center with a bunch of little kids.”
I don’t know how much of it he understood, but he smiled back at me nodding his head. “Yes, you…correct,” he managed to get out before stuffing his mouth with another spoonful of goulash, followed by a big bite of his sandwich.
“Damn, you sure must love my cooking,” I stated as I followed suit.
“Love goulash,” was his reply.
“Yeah, I love it too. It’s one of my favorites.”
By the time Mrs. Markowsky was done speaking to my father, both Anatoli and I had filled up our bellies full and we sort of leaned back with a quick sigh of contentment. I got up and headed for the pantry pulling out one of our regular coolers and a large collapsible soft carry bag which was lined and used to keep things either hot or cold. Mrs. Markowsky was speaking to her son with what I assumed must have been some extensive instructions. You know the kind where the no doing this, no doing that, and oh yes…more of no doing this was emphasized. Of course everything was ‘no’ and none of it a ‘yes’ with what we were and weren’t allowed to do. I smiled inwardly at the age ole tradition of parental instructions which of course for us kids only went in one ear and out the other.
While she was talking with Anatoli, I took the opportunity to line the corners of the collapsible bag with towels and carefully placed the commercial sized thirty five quart pot of the cold goulash from the refrigerator inside of it. The fit was tight since the pot was about fifteen inches in diameter and a little over eleven inches deep, but with it fitting so snuggly I knew it wouldn’t spill out. I zipped closed the top of the carry bag ensuring the lid to the pot would not topple out of place. I quickly packed the cooler with all the lunchmeat in the refrigerator, and opened up the freezer dumping in more from there. I wrapped up several loaves of bread and placed them inside the cooler along with several large bags of chips, cheese, and condiments. I even grabbed a stack of those cheep wax lined paper bowls placing inside the cooler and all the packaged soup spoons we had stored away in the pantry.
By the time Anatoli and his mother had finished I had everything all packed up. I watched as Mrs. Markowsky walked over towards me to have a little chat.
“Here is some money, for babysitting Anatoli,” she stated trying to hand me some cash. I saw Anatoli wince again as he looked away in embarrassment.
“Whoa, wait a minute there. I told you I’m no babysitter. If he wants to stay here with me that’s fine, but I will put him to work so he can earn his own way. We work hard at our ranch, but the rewards are great and we do have our fun moments too. Don’t worry it will all work out just fine. Besides, I can’t count how many times your Uncle helped look after me…um…I mean kept me company, and we never paid him a cent. He would have been horrified if we had, not to mention he probably would have disowned us,” I said putting on my most insulting look I could muster.
She laughed at me holding up her hand in defeat. “If boy gives you problem, you…how do the cowboys say…ah, yes, ‘you box his ears?’ She asked questioningly.
I giggled and nodded my head. “See, I told you that your English is pretty good. I don’t think there will be any problems, but I will ‘box his ears,’ if he does give me any grief. Don’t worry it will be fine.”
“Good then, it is settled. We go to get Anatoli’s bag from cab and I then go.”
“What, a cab? Oh good grief, this is going to cost you a pretty penny. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you had a cab waiting for you or I would have made sure you got out of here quicker.”
“Not to worry, it will be alright. Next week I go to take driver’s exam, then it will being better.”
“You should try to talk to my dad and get your schedule changed so he can drive you until you get it all worked out.”
I hoisted the cooler from the kitchen and motioned Anatoli to grab the basket.
“What is this?” she asked looking at me inquisitively.
“Oh, usually when I make goulash I do a huge batch and then separate it out into smaller portions to freeze so we have enough for months and months.” I chuckled shaking my head because it really was a huge batch I had cooked up for just us even after handing huge portions of it out to some of our neighbors and friends who loved the recipe.
“Anyway, when you get to the hospital give this stuff to Rose in my dad’s office. She’ll know what to do with it. The food at the hospital is horrible and she’ll make sure some of the staff will get fed properly. You guys are in for a hectic few days and she will see to it everyone finds the time to eat.”
I followed her out to the cab so we could load up the food and retrieve Anatoli’s bag of stuff he would need for his stay. I recognized the cab and driver. The cabbie had been one of Michael’s closest friends, and his little brother a friend of mine. So, after I loaded the cooler into the back seat I went around and leaned on the driver side door.
“Hey, Jessie, how are you doing?” I asked him.
“Pretty good sport. I was getting ready to head towards the city for some shopping when I received a call someone else needed a ride over there to the hospital.”
“Oh good, then you were heading over there anyway. Hey listen, I’m hoping you can do me a favor?”
“Yeah sure, no problem. I sure owe you for all those times you got me out of a jam. What can I do?”
“You heard about the factory right?” I asked seeing him nod in the affirmative. “Well Mrs. Markowsky, she’s ole’ man Markovich’s niece by the way, works over at the hospital and needs to get to work and help out with the mess that is about to hit there. She’s also taking over some food and stuff for my dad. I’m hoping you will be able to help her out and not charge her cab fare. Maybe, instead you two could split the cost of gas; especially, since you were heading that way anyway.”
Jessie turned in his seat looking back at Mrs. Markowsky, and then out to the younger boy standing off to the side.
“You looking after the kid then, I suppose?” He asked me.
“Nah, you know how I am, it’s more like he’s going to keep an eye on me to make sure I don’t do anything dumb.”
“Yeah right,” he retorted laughing. “Even your dumbest things never compared to the trouble most of us get into at your age. You’ve saved me a boat load of grief with my younger brother over the years, not to mention that stupid stunt I did on your property a few years back, so yeah, no problem. I’ll drop ole’ man Markovich’s niece off at the hospital. I’ll also make sure to help her haul in the food to Rose. I tell you, your dad is one lucky man to have a lady like Rose looking out for him. She’s tough as nails but always has your back.”
“Yeah, I think he would have been totally lost without her. Hey listen, I know you’re probably hungry. There’s plenty of bread and lunchmeat in there to go around. Why don’t you grab a sandwich on your way over? I’m sure Mrs. Markowsky won’t mind making you one.”
“Sounds great, thanks. I was thinking I’d starve before I got there, but that’ll be perfect.”
I moved over to the back door and leaned in to say goodbye to Mrs. Markowsky.
“You are good boy…no…young man Robby. I’ll be sure to make Jessie good sandwich. Take good care of my boy. He is like my…um…how you say…my treasure.”
“I will,” I assured her. “Be sure to eat something as well. You are in for a long and bumpy road at the hospital. There are bowls and spoons in there for the goulash so that Rose won’t have to worry. I have it on good authority,” I said motioning towards Anatoli, “that I got the family recipe correct.”
She smiled appreciatively at me. “Yes, I think he is friend to you for life. He so loves the goulash. It is his favorite and I think you make him feel at home with it. Thank you for being such a good person Robby.”
I heard Jessie snort up front in the driver seat. “Lady, you don’t know the half of it. I can tell you stories,” he stated as he started up the cab chuckling to himself and shaking his head.
“Alright Jessie, don’t you go stirring up any problems. She’s already missing her son and if you tell her all the secrets she’ll be having you turn around before you get ten miles down the road,” I said winking at Mrs. Markowsky conspiratorially.
Anatoli and I watched the cab head down the gravel roadway of our ranch. We stayed there until the car disappeared around the corner, and after it was out of sight I bent over picking up his bag. We headed back inside and I took him back to the guest room.
We have a four bedroom ranch style house, which basically means everything is located on one level, but ours was a bit different. Originally the house only had three bedrooms on the main floor, but when my father and mother got married and moved into the house they decided to have some renovations done so built a basement. They added a Master Bedroom in the basement with a bathroom, and then a recreation area. It was actually nice having a basement because on those really hot summer days the recreation room stayed nice and cool.
I dropped Anatoli’s bag on his queen sized bed and sat down. His room was on the opposite side of the hall from mine just on the other side of the bathroom. Anatoli looked around and seemed pleased with the accommodations.
“Hey, Anatoli,” I started out to get his attention. He stopped looking around his room and gazed at me with a beaming smile on his cute little face. Once again my stomach started to get that fluttery butterfly feeling.
“Ah, let’s see about getting you changed and into something more suitable for work.”
“Work?” He asked questioningly quickly loosing his smile.
“Yeah, work.” I replied chuckling a little. “Don’t worry it will only be for about an hour or so, and it won’t be anything all that strenuous. And there are some perks to this work that you will see a little later.” I watched him as he assimilated my words.
I unzipped his bag and looked up to see if he would object, but he didn’t seem to mind. I rummaged through looking for something he could wear. He had a pair of jeans inside and a regular t-shirt that seemed to be on the worn side. I didn’t want him to get any of his good stuff messed up so I pulled it out along with his jeans. Normally I wear a long sleeved shirt, but we won’t be doing anything major today where he would need it.
I tossed them over to him and he started stripping out of his soccer jersey. I had planned on getting up to let him get changed, but he didn’t seem to mind me being there, and to tell you the truth once he had stripped off his shirt I just couldn’t move I was so mesmerized by his milky white smooth and soft skin. I know that my own body was already getting that golden tanned look from all the sun we were having. I assumed since he was still pretty pale that wherever he moved from it might still be a little cold there.
I watched him closely as he dropped his shirt on the ground and then without any hesitation pull down his shorts. Oh fuck, I said to myself. I couldn’t help but stare at this near naked wonderful boy. My eyes took in every square inch of his statuesque like physique. His body was pretty fit for a kid his age. He had a nice firm stomach with just the hint of some baby fat which in my opinion added to his beauty rather than detracted from it. He had nice smooth but firm legs without any sign of hair on them just like me.
He bent over to pick up his t-shirt off the floor and I noticed his cute small apple shaped butt jiggle just a little before they firmed up again as he rose up. As he lifted his shirt over his head my eyes finally found what they truly were looking for, the nice little outline of his sausage and grape sized fruit. He was wearing soft cottony whitish type of bikini style underwear with some cartoon figures on it I didn’t recognize. The soft weave of the fabric was different from our tighter weaves we had by us and it really accentuated his little package and I could almost see what he had beneath the material.
I gasped and almost came right there and then. His near nakedness with only a small piece of fabric in the way of his boyhood was almost too much to bear. At that moment, if he would have stepped out of those little bikini underwear I would have had a major orgasm on the spot.
His shirt dropped into place around his waist and he adjusted it a little straightening it out. I could tell he was starting to get a boner as the flimsy bikini material started to tent outwards a little. He quickly bent over and struggled to slide his legs into his pants. He hopped around a little on one foot which sent more shivers down my spine as his little pecker wiggled a little in the fabric and his nut sack shifted around. At one point while he was hopping around, I actually got a quick glimpse of one of his little testicles when it popped out for a second along the seam of his underwear.
The elastic part around the leg finally had given away to Anatoli’s left little marble and it just sort of popped out. The strain from the elastic band pulled his nut sack tight against his little grape sized testicle. It was a brief glimpse but enough to give me a hint as to what lay below the fabric material. In my mind I could see a nice pair of oval shaped testicles for a boy his age. At that age many boys still had nut sacks that were pulled up tight against the body. His weren’t like that, but they also didn’t seem to be the kind that sagged down really low.
I continued to watch him as he finally managed to get his other leg inside his pant leg and then pull them up. When they reached his crotch area everything sort of bundle up at that point. You know how it is as the fabric from the jeans sort of scrunch up against the little bulge of your pecker and balls. When that happened I could see my assessment of his little boy knockers were correct as the fabric tugged up against his satchel.
He leaned backwards a little tugging his pants over his little package as he finally buttoned them up. Before closing the button I could see his little pecker pop up a little straining against the material of his underwear. He clearly had a boner as he zipped up his pants making a quick adjustment to his package with the palm of his hand. I could see the little bulge in his crotch area as it struggled to be freed from its confinement.
Throughout this episode I had just ogled at him not able to tear away my eyes. Now I blushed a little realizing I had been perving on this kid and hadn’t even been discreet about it at all. I just hoped he had been too busy to notice my open gawking of his gorgeous body and little budding boyhood.
When I finally did manage to look up at him I noticed he was still adjusting his clothing getting them settled into place. Finally seemingly satisfied he looked up and smiled innocently. I sighed in relief because it seems like he hadn’t noticed me getting all perved up over him.
He spread his arms out wide and mimicking what I had asked him earlier, simply stated “better?”
With that simple comment I just couldn’t contain myself as I busted out laughing so hard. I could hear him giggling as well because he knew it had been one of those ‘gotcha’ moments on me.
I settled down a little and patted on the bed motioning for him to take a seat next to me. I wasn’t ready to get up yet because I was sporting a raging hard-on and needed a little more time to get myself under control. I noticed he was still sporting one as well from the looks of the little bulge. He gladly accepted my offer and sat down next to me.
I leaned over and nudged him a little. “That was a good one,” I said to him grinning as he smiled back in acknowledgement and nudged me back. I figured he must have understood what I meant.
“Hey, how old are you?” I asked now kind of curious because I really didn’t know. He looked to be about ten or eleven years old. He wasn’t quiet four and a half feet tall, maybe an inch or two smaller, and looked to be around seventy five or eighty pounds, kind of typical height and weight for a ten to eleven year old boy. I was a wrestler and we tend to get a pretty good idea about weight since it is such an integral part of the sport.
He looked at me a little puzzled trying to decipher my words, and I got the sense he had the gist of it, but just wasn’t sure so I smiled and pointed to myself saying, “Fourteen,” and then held up all ten of my fingers and then lowered them raising up my right hand holding up four of them to indicate I was fourteen.
He smiled quickly at me finally understanding for sure and held up ten fingers and then one saying in his thick accent, “eleven?” He posed it in sort of a questioning type of manner inquiring of me if he had gotten it right.
“Yeah, eleven,” I nodded my head letting him know he got it right.
He then pointed to me “fourteen?” Again it was only kind of in a questioning manner, because this time it wasn’t so much as questioning if he had said it right, but to actually confirm my age. He must have thought I was younger because of my size.
I laughed and nodded my head. “Yes, fourteen, almost fifteen, in three months,” I said holding up three fingers.
He scrunched up his face trying to decipher what I had said and then smiled. He pointed to me and said “ninety days, fifteen.”
“Yeah, you got it, don’t look so surprised,” I said as I nudged him again.
He smiled back shrugging his shoulders in that sort of kid language of ‘hey, whatever, it’s cool.’ He pointed to himself and said “eleven, five ago.”
“Oh, I see…you just turned eleven about five months ago.” I did a quick calculation and asked, “December or January?”
The boy looked at me a bit confused so I tried it a little differently holding up one finger and said “January,” then held up a second finger and said “February,” before holding up ten fingers and then adding two more and saying “December.”
He nodded his head, held up one finger, and said “January.”
“I see, so you turned eleven in January…cool.” I replied smiling.
He nodded his head and grinned back at me. I was really liking him more and more and his easy going smile brightened everything up around him. I could have sat there forever just looking at his beautiful face and smile, but I finally sighed and got up. My little pea shooter had finally gotten under control and it was time to get to work.
We headed out through the mud room and Anatoli seemed to stall there for a moment with a smirk of a smile on his face and I caught him adjusting himself. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. I must have given the little guy a fantastic show, and then I frowned as I realized how the little guy had given me one hell of a show as well. I shook my head trying to get it out of the gutter. ‘Damn, what the hell is getting into me?’ I thought to myself as I tried to shake the butterfly like feeling in my gut.
Anatoli was looking around outside trying to figure out what if anything we were going to work on. He spotted our pool and ran over to it all excited. I wandered over to stand next to him at the gate.
“Swim?” He asked me excitedly jumping from foot to foot.
I smiled at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, maybe a little later.”
Anatoli nodded his head, but still gave me an exaggerated sad sulky look, which was just too damn funny as I literally busted a gut before steering him towards the barn while he craned his neck and leaned back while he walked trying to show me he was still pouting about it.
I laughed at his sense of humor and shook my head, “don’t look so sad, wait until you see what I have over here,” I gestured towards the barn. He seemed to brighten up a little at my comment.
We entered the barn and Anatoli straight away saw my sorrel colored quarter horse with orangey yellow like undertones on her coat standing in the stall. The boy immediately ran over and admired the mare that stood at about fifteen hands high and had an easy going temperament. I didn’t get her out as much as I should these days so made a mental note about it, but in the meantime I could let her wander in our lower gated area next to the running creak with plenty of shade from some trees.
“That’s Amber,” I introduced, with the boy nodding and stroking her muzzle.
“Horsy…ride?” Anatoli asked me curiously as I led her out the back of the barn and towards a gate.
“No not today Anatoli.” I told him letting Amber go so she could wander around in the cool areas under the trees by the creek.
The boy seemed a bit disappointed as I led him back into the barn, but brightened up when I pointed out my ATV. He squealed and ran towards it running his hands over the machine and checking it out. “Awesome,” he managed to squeak out after thinking of the proper terminology. I could tell it wouldn’t be long before his English would be well enough to hold a decent conversation.
“Is yours?” he asked as I approached the ATV and nodded my head in the affirmative.
“We go…ride?” he asked making that motorcycle throttle motion with his hand.
“Yes, we are going for a ride,” I stated planting my hands on my hips, “but you’re not riding on my ATV.” I stated firmly shaking my head back and forth while he looked at me a little hurt and puzzled.
Anatoli tried to digest what was going on and in his mind he must have misunderstood something. He really wanted to go for a ride on the ATV, but now he was learning he wouldn’t get to. Maybe the older boy thought he was too young or something. He really hated it when people treated him like a baby.
Noticing how the boy looked like he was about to cry, I started to feel bad for my little joke. “Over here,” I pointed towards the other side of the barn.
Motioning for Anatoli to follow me, I walked over and pulled off the cover to my old 110cc ATV. It was a dependable 4 stroke engine with large 16” tires, and automatic transmission, which was perfect for a beginner because he didn’t have to worry about shifting. As a novice though I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much power for him. There are a lot of kids who get into accidents on these ATV’s because they get careless and forget just how dangerous they can be. I decided I would give him lessons before we head out and make sure he understood he has to be careful and safe about riding around.
The ATV was still in great shape. I always took good care of my things, and this was no exception. It may have been my work horse around the ranch for the last several years, but I always maintained it on a regular basis. The cobalt blue coloring on the ATV still shone from its last cleaning. After I had gotten my new ATV, I had spent some time cleaning up my old one to put away as my backup vehicle, or if I decided to maybe sell later. I hadn’t decided what I was going to do with it, but did make sure it was in good shape running it every once in a while and still keeping it clean. It really hadn’t taken me all that long to get it all spiffed up because I had taken good care of it over the years.
Anatoli’s hand shook a little as he reached out to touch it. He stopped short and looked over towards me. “Go ahead,” I encouraged him. “Get a feel for it because you will be driving it.”
His deep blue eyes got big and round because of my statement looking at me incredulously before shifting his gaze over to the ATV. I watched as he looked over the smaller vehicle gauging how well he would be able to fit on it. After a few moments he looked up and then leaped towards me wrapping his arms around my waist in a huge bear hug. It caught me off guard and I almost fell over, but I managed to regain my balance and hugged him back.
I could feel the heat from his body and took in his scent which sent me swooning. He had a sort of sweet scent with just that hint of earthly muskiness that boys seem to have, along with a subtle smell of soap, probably from an earlier bath. I heard a term used once in a movie and for some reason it popped into my mind. He smelled like cookies and dirt, all boy.
His body was pressed up tightly against mine and it felt so wonderful and natural that I didn’t want to let go. It seemed like he was feeling the same because we both stood there embracing each another and neither one of use taking the first move to step apart.
He was standing on his toes to gain some height and I had stooped down a little so we were almost on an even level. He felt wonderful in my arms, but I knew it would start to become too awkward here in a moment. So instead of allowing an uncomfortable moment to just happen, I decided I would maybe create one. In other words create one where we both knew it is supposed to be awkward, but now in the end is funny instead.
My hands were in the small of Anatoli’s back and I moved them downwards cupping his beautiful apple shaped butt cheeks. I gave them a firm squeeze and heard him squeal as his body jerked away from my hands and further into me. Even though he was wearing jeans I could feel his small bulge as it pressed into my stomach. It happened quickly and we untwisted ourselves apart.
“You’re such a tease,” I said mockingly as we both giggled like little girls.
Anatoli cheeks turned red as if he was realizing how embarrassing it must have been, but his eyes sparkled a bit mischievously. I also noticed how his eyes had seemed to turn a different shade of blue. Boy is that hot or what I whispered to myself. I didn’t want him to feel bad about the lingering hug so just kind of ignored it acting as if it was the most natural thing.
To take his mind off of the awkwardness, I motioned for him to follow me. We headed over to the side of the barn and rummaged through a locker. I pulled out some of my older smaller gear and handed them over to Anatoli. He turned them over in his hands and smiled thanking me. I helped him slip on his gear and made sure they fit properly. He looked charming in my older outfit, a lot cuter than me I muttered to myself pleased at how adorable he looked in his riding gear.
I put on my own gear and we pushed the ATV’s out of the barn. I couldn’t help myself as I fished out my iPhone and took some pictures of Anatoli in his riding gear standing next to his ATV. He posed some more thanking me for taking the pictures. I told him he can have whichever ones he liked.
We spent some time around the area as he became familiar with the ATV and I made sure he understood there were a lot of injuries on these machines because people don’t understand the limitations and dangers. He promised to be very careful, so with the lessons given we headed down the path leading back up into the hills.
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End of Chapter Two
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EXCERPT OPENING
That kid was really starting to affect me in a weird way. I had never felt this way about anyone much less one I had just met a few minutes ago. I mean it wasn’t as if I hadn’t messed around with other boys before in regards to some sex games, but that had been different. That had been more along the lines of discovering our budding manliness and learning about our sexuality. I’ve had jacking sessions with some of my friends and it had been exciting watching them get all sexed up. At times we all had helped each other out as well when we touched one another. Those times had been a wonderful experience, but I had moved on from those types of experiences to different ones when I started dating some of the girls in my school. Now, when I looked at Anatoli my feelings seemed to be at a more heightened state than at any one of my previous experiences, including those with girls.
I shook my head trying to clear these thoughts from my mind. Then another thought struck me. I had recently broken up with my latest girlfriend a couple of months ago. Before our breakup our relationship had progressed to the state of a lot of petting and oral sex which was very stimulating to say the least. However, since my breakup, the closest sexual relationship I was having had been with my right hand. Maybe, it was just my hormones going all catty wonkers on me for the lack of good sexual companionship. That must be it I thought to myself and started feeling a little better about everything by the time I finally reached the kitchen.
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I made my way over to the kitchen and noticed Mrs. Markowsky had wandered over into the living room and was looking over some of the family pictures sitting on the mantle. I looked into the pot of goulash and gave it a quick stir before replacing the lid. The aroma when I had lifted the lid set my mouth to watering. It wasn’t boiling yet, but would be done here in a couple of minutes.
After my mother had passed away I had found out how much I loved cooking. Mr. Markovich was a master in the kitchen and had taught me most of my culinary skills. This dish was one of my favorites because it was chocked full of flavors and very nourishing. It is a wonderful type of comfort food.
When I turned around Mrs. Markowsky had returned back to the kitchen bar and was sipping from her cup of coffee. She smiled warmly at me. “This coffee is very um…tasty,” she said.
I opened the cupboard and removed two bowls and plates placing them on the counter. “Thanks for letting me get cleaned up real quick. I know I must have been a sight all mucked up like that,” I said chuckling a little.
She smiled back at me saying, “You look quite…handsome.”
“Yeah, Anatoli thought I cleaned up really nicely,” I said getting a chuckle from both her and her son. Evidently he had understood enough of the exchange and remembered what I had said earlier.
“You look more like your mother. The hair and body is same as father, but face,” she gestured with her hand, “is like mother. The eyes…um…nose, and mouth,” she emphasized using her hands to point to the different areas on her face.
A brief twinge of sadness coursed through my body as she mentioned how much I looked like my mother. She looked at me quizzically noticing my brief change in demeanor, but I shook it off and thanked her for the compliment.
“So,” I started out, “you seem to have something on your mind. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yes, I need babysitter for Anatoli,” she motioned towards her son. I looked over to the younger boy just in time to notice him wince at the term ‘babysitter.’ I knew how he felt. Every boy reaches a certain age and no longer wants to be looked after by a babysitter.
Anatoli started to protest and she cut him off gesturing for him to be quiet. He opened his mouth again, but must have thought better of it and closed it. I managed a smile of encouragement for him motioning in a way that showed I understood and to be patient. He smiled back giving me a short nod of thanks for my concern.
His mother continued, “Dr. Stanton…your father say to me to come here if I need help. I not to start work for few more days, but my…ah…beeper vibrate for all to come and help with crisis. There is big accident at big factory, much injury, but I cannot leave boy alone in…strange…um, new home. I probably will be needing to stay very late at hospital, maybe not come home until tomorrow. I am hoping he can stay here if your mother will allow.” I heard her say as she followed me into the living room a bit flustered at my abrupt departure.
At hearing about the factory I had jumped over to the living room and turning on the television tuned it to the news station. “Oh shit, please don’t tell me it’s the fireworks plant,” I stated ignoring the fact I had just sworn out loud. I glanced over at Mrs. Markowsky, but she didn’t seem to have noticed, or if she did made like she hadn’t heard.
My fears were realized as the news channel was showing the explosion of the big fireworks factory over on the border of the next county. The blast had been felt for miles and it was total chaos at the scene. I could see some of the hospital choppers landing to take the injured and fly them back to the hospital. Out here in such a rural community, choppers were an integral part of the hospital emergency system.
“Damn, those poor people. It’s going to be chaos at the hospital today,” I mused to myself.
“Robby, I no have more time, is mother going to be home soon, can we telephone her?” She asked me trying to remain calm despite the urgency of the situation.
I looked at her and opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come. I tried again and then looked towards our family portrait as a lone tear trickled down the side of my face.
“Robby?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Robby?” she asked again a little more forceful.
Ever so slowly I turned around to face her and sighed. She must have noticed the streak mark from my single teardrop on my cheek and looked at me questioningly.
“No, Mrs. Markowsky,” I stated simply.
“I not understand…no, she is not here or no you cannot call?” She asked calmly not wanting to upset me further.
Taking a deep breath I tried to smile encouragingly at her. “No, she’s not here and no we can’t call her. She died when I was only eight years old. It’s only me and dad now. But, yes, Anatoli can stay here with me. I’ve been on my own around the ranch here since I was 10 years old. Your Uncle would come over to the house from time to time to help me out, or I would pop over to his house for some company, but for the most part it was just me over here when dad had to be at the hospital. Mind you I’m no babysitter,” I emphasized more for Anatoli’s benefit, “but he’s welcome to stay here with me and help out a little.”
I saw several emotions pass through Mrs. Markowsky’s visage. She was truly shocked at the news of my mother, evidently my father had neglected to inform her of this, and she also seemed to be hesitant at leaving her son all alone with another kid, even though said kid had been taking care of himself for several years now.
“I don’t know… I do not like leaving boy like this…how you say, without parent.”
Anatoli spoke up now asking his mom what was going on. She quickly translated the details and a discussion quickly ensued. He obviously seemed to like the idea, but she was opposed to it.
While they discussed the situation I picked up the phone and dialed my dad’s office. Someone picked up on the other end and I recognized the voice.
“Hey Rose, I was wondering if you could patch me through to my dad.”
“Hi, sweetie pie, I don’t know if I can. Did you hear the news? It’s starting to get hectic.”
“Yeah, I heard, but I need to chat with him really quick. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
“Hold on then, I’ll patch you through to him.” I heard her say knowing she would page him with a certain code indicating he needed to answer no matter what.
Rose was one of those tough as nails types of person, and even though technically she wasn’t in charge you still had better do what she told you. On the outside she was tough as nails but the sweetest of people once you got to know her. If it wouldn’t have been for her my dad would have fallen to pieces after mom died, and who knows how things would have turned out for us as a family. It was Rose who literally ‘bitch slapped’ my dad out of his uncharacteristic melancholy. When I say ‘bitch slapped,’ I literally mean it because after he had been out of action she drove over to the house one day to check up on things.
When she arrived the house was total chaos with both me and my brother barely hanging on to our sanity. My father was a mess not having bathed or anything for days. He was so out of it and when she confronted him about the state of the house and the family he had basically told her to ‘fuck off,’ something else so out of character for him. He had been so devastated about the loss he simply didn’t care anymore. That did it for Rose because she literally hauled off and ‘bitch slapped’ him so hard it knocked him on his ass into the chair.
He had stared at her in stunned silence while she laid into him about how he needed to be here for his sons. By the time she was done with my father he had been ripped a new asshole and he felt it too. She literally manhandled him into the bathroom forcing him to get showered and straightened up while she began to straighten out the house. While dad was getting cleaned up she laid into me and Michael saying if we thought about sulking around forever we had another thing coming. In short order she had us jumping standing at attention as she barked out orders reminding us of our duties around the ranch.
By the time my dad finished, Michael and I had been directed out in the backcountry of the ranch to do some much needed work. It was here that my brother and I came together as a team, which would last the rest of my brother’s life. We had always been close as brothers, but working the ranch together and taking on the responsibility tied us in a way not many brothers experience. By the time we got home from a hard day’s work everything was set in motion for us to heal as a family. All thanks to Rose.
Anatoli and his mother were still in discussion mode. I clicked on the speaker button so we could all hear one another and then ambled over to the pot of goulash lifting up the lid. The pot had started to boil and I knew it was ready. I turned off the heat and lifted up the pot to the table and then grabbed some lunch meat, bread, and all the fixings.
I heard my father’s voice and I turned towards the phone. When Anatoli and his mother heard the new voice they stopped their heated discussion.
“Robby? Is everything alright son, I don’t have a lot of time to chat” I heard my dad ask on the other end.
“Yeah, sort of. Mrs. Markowsky is here and she needs to talk to you.” I motioned her over to the phone. She hesitated a moment and then walked over to talk to my dad. I could hear her start in on the dilemma she was facing.
I motioned for Anatoli to take a seat at the bar pointing at the pot for him to eat some of the goulash and to make a sandwich. He snuck a peek inside the pan smelling the delicious scent and smiled.
“Goulash?” he asked pointing to the reddish colored substance in the pot.
Chuckling, I smiled back toothily and nodded my head in the affirmative.
He seemed to think for a moment as if he was trying to come up with the proper words and simply stated as he pointed to the pot, “like home?”
I considered his statement for a moment and thought I understood what he meant.
“Do you mean is it just like at home?” I asked him.
He beamed and nodded his head emphatically.
“Well, I guess it should because it was your Great Uncle who taught me the recipe. The big trick is to add red paprika at the very beginning when you are cooking the onions in a tiny bit of oil. If you add the paprika after you put in the water then the color just separates into globs.”
He looked a little confused as he tried to interpret my words. I tried again as I first pointed in the direction of their home, then said “Uncle Markovich,” then pointed to the goulash, then pointed to me and simply said “teach.”
He smiled his understanding as he started scooping out pieces of chicken and potatoes into his bowl followed by the savory broth. I scooped out some for myself and we both prepared our sandwiches with lunchmeat, cheese, and the essential condiments.
I could hear my father assuring Mrs. Markovich it would be just fine if Anatoli stayed over at the house, and how I was very responsible. He explained it was me who had worked their ranch the last couple of months to ensure all was ready for their arrival and how I was the one who looked after our own ranch. Anatoli would be in good hands, he assured her.
Anatoli had been listening to the exchange as well trying to decipher what was transpiring. It may be a little difficult for the youngster to speak and come up with the proper words, but he seemed to understand most of what was said when he heard things. I guess it is easier for the brain to process what is being said than it is trying to actually remember words to speak out loud.
Glancing at the boy, I gave him a nudge on the elbow and looked at him encouragingly. “Don’t worry,” I said gesturing over to his mother. “She’ll come around. It’s a lot better staying here than getting stuck in a Daycare center with a bunch of little kids.”
I don’t know how much of it he understood, but he smiled back at me nodding his head. “Yes, you…correct,” he managed to get out before stuffing his mouth with another spoonful of goulash, followed by a big bite of his sandwich.
“Damn, you sure must love my cooking,” I stated as I followed suit.
“Love goulash,” was his reply.
“Yeah, I love it too. It’s one of my favorites.”
By the time Mrs. Markowsky was done speaking to my father, both Anatoli and I had filled up our bellies full and we sort of leaned back with a quick sigh of contentment. I got up and headed for the pantry pulling out one of our regular coolers and a large collapsible soft carry bag which was lined and used to keep things either hot or cold. Mrs. Markowsky was speaking to her son with what I assumed must have been some extensive instructions. You know the kind where the no doing this, no doing that, and oh yes…more of no doing this was emphasized. Of course everything was ‘no’ and none of it a ‘yes’ with what we were and weren’t allowed to do. I smiled inwardly at the age ole tradition of parental instructions which of course for us kids only went in one ear and out the other.
While she was talking with Anatoli, I took the opportunity to line the corners of the collapsible bag with towels and carefully placed the commercial sized thirty five quart pot of the cold goulash from the refrigerator inside of it. The fit was tight since the pot was about fifteen inches in diameter and a little over eleven inches deep, but with it fitting so snuggly I knew it wouldn’t spill out. I zipped closed the top of the carry bag ensuring the lid to the pot would not topple out of place. I quickly packed the cooler with all the lunchmeat in the refrigerator, and opened up the freezer dumping in more from there. I wrapped up several loaves of bread and placed them inside the cooler along with several large bags of chips, cheese, and condiments. I even grabbed a stack of those cheep wax lined paper bowls placing inside the cooler and all the packaged soup spoons we had stored away in the pantry.
By the time Anatoli and his mother had finished I had everything all packed up. I watched as Mrs. Markowsky walked over towards me to have a little chat.
“Here is some money, for babysitting Anatoli,” she stated trying to hand me some cash. I saw Anatoli wince again as he looked away in embarrassment.
“Whoa, wait a minute there. I told you I’m no babysitter. If he wants to stay here with me that’s fine, but I will put him to work so he can earn his own way. We work hard at our ranch, but the rewards are great and we do have our fun moments too. Don’t worry it will all work out just fine. Besides, I can’t count how many times your Uncle helped look after me…um…I mean kept me company, and we never paid him a cent. He would have been horrified if we had, not to mention he probably would have disowned us,” I said putting on my most insulting look I could muster.
She laughed at me holding up her hand in defeat. “If boy gives you problem, you…how do the cowboys say…ah, yes, ‘you box his ears?’ She asked questioningly.
I giggled and nodded my head. “See, I told you that your English is pretty good. I don’t think there will be any problems, but I will ‘box his ears,’ if he does give me any grief. Don’t worry it will be fine.”
“Good then, it is settled. We go to get Anatoli’s bag from cab and I then go.”
“What, a cab? Oh good grief, this is going to cost you a pretty penny. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you had a cab waiting for you or I would have made sure you got out of here quicker.”
“Not to worry, it will be alright. Next week I go to take driver’s exam, then it will being better.”
“You should try to talk to my dad and get your schedule changed so he can drive you until you get it all worked out.”
I hoisted the cooler from the kitchen and motioned Anatoli to grab the basket.
“What is this?” she asked looking at me inquisitively.
“Oh, usually when I make goulash I do a huge batch and then separate it out into smaller portions to freeze so we have enough for months and months.” I chuckled shaking my head because it really was a huge batch I had cooked up for just us even after handing huge portions of it out to some of our neighbors and friends who loved the recipe.
“Anyway, when you get to the hospital give this stuff to Rose in my dad’s office. She’ll know what to do with it. The food at the hospital is horrible and she’ll make sure some of the staff will get fed properly. You guys are in for a hectic few days and she will see to it everyone finds the time to eat.”
I followed her out to the cab so we could load up the food and retrieve Anatoli’s bag of stuff he would need for his stay. I recognized the cab and driver. The cabbie had been one of Michael’s closest friends, and his little brother a friend of mine. So, after I loaded the cooler into the back seat I went around and leaned on the driver side door.
“Hey, Jessie, how are you doing?” I asked him.
“Pretty good sport. I was getting ready to head towards the city for some shopping when I received a call someone else needed a ride over there to the hospital.”
“Oh good, then you were heading over there anyway. Hey listen, I’m hoping you can do me a favor?”
“Yeah sure, no problem. I sure owe you for all those times you got me out of a jam. What can I do?”
“You heard about the factory right?” I asked seeing him nod in the affirmative. “Well Mrs. Markowsky, she’s ole’ man Markovich’s niece by the way, works over at the hospital and needs to get to work and help out with the mess that is about to hit there. She’s also taking over some food and stuff for my dad. I’m hoping you will be able to help her out and not charge her cab fare. Maybe, instead you two could split the cost of gas; especially, since you were heading that way anyway.”
Jessie turned in his seat looking back at Mrs. Markowsky, and then out to the younger boy standing off to the side.
“You looking after the kid then, I suppose?” He asked me.
“Nah, you know how I am, it’s more like he’s going to keep an eye on me to make sure I don’t do anything dumb.”
“Yeah right,” he retorted laughing. “Even your dumbest things never compared to the trouble most of us get into at your age. You’ve saved me a boat load of grief with my younger brother over the years, not to mention that stupid stunt I did on your property a few years back, so yeah, no problem. I’ll drop ole’ man Markovich’s niece off at the hospital. I’ll also make sure to help her haul in the food to Rose. I tell you, your dad is one lucky man to have a lady like Rose looking out for him. She’s tough as nails but always has your back.”
“Yeah, I think he would have been totally lost without her. Hey listen, I know you’re probably hungry. There’s plenty of bread and lunchmeat in there to go around. Why don’t you grab a sandwich on your way over? I’m sure Mrs. Markowsky won’t mind making you one.”
“Sounds great, thanks. I was thinking I’d starve before I got there, but that’ll be perfect.”
I moved over to the back door and leaned in to say goodbye to Mrs. Markowsky.
“You are good boy…no…young man Robby. I’ll be sure to make Jessie good sandwich. Take good care of my boy. He is like my…um…how you say…my treasure.”
“I will,” I assured her. “Be sure to eat something as well. You are in for a long and bumpy road at the hospital. There are bowls and spoons in there for the goulash so that Rose won’t have to worry. I have it on good authority,” I said motioning towards Anatoli, “that I got the family recipe correct.”
She smiled appreciatively at me. “Yes, I think he is friend to you for life. He so loves the goulash. It is his favorite and I think you make him feel at home with it. Thank you for being such a good person Robby.”
I heard Jessie snort up front in the driver seat. “Lady, you don’t know the half of it. I can tell you stories,” he stated as he started up the cab chuckling to himself and shaking his head.
“Alright Jessie, don’t you go stirring up any problems. She’s already missing her son and if you tell her all the secrets she’ll be having you turn around before you get ten miles down the road,” I said winking at Mrs. Markowsky conspiratorially.
Anatoli and I watched the cab head down the gravel roadway of our ranch. We stayed there until the car disappeared around the corner, and after it was out of sight I bent over picking up his bag. We headed back inside and I took him back to the guest room.
We have a four bedroom ranch style house, which basically means everything is located on one level, but ours was a bit different. Originally the house only had three bedrooms on the main floor, but when my father and mother got married and moved into the house they decided to have some renovations done so built a basement. They added a Master Bedroom in the basement with a bathroom, and then a recreation area. It was actually nice having a basement because on those really hot summer days the recreation room stayed nice and cool.
I dropped Anatoli’s bag on his queen sized bed and sat down. His room was on the opposite side of the hall from mine just on the other side of the bathroom. Anatoli looked around and seemed pleased with the accommodations.
“Hey, Anatoli,” I started out to get his attention. He stopped looking around his room and gazed at me with a beaming smile on his cute little face. Once again my stomach started to get that fluttery butterfly feeling.
“Ah, let’s see about getting you changed and into something more suitable for work.”
“Work?” He asked questioningly quickly loosing his smile.
“Yeah, work.” I replied chuckling a little. “Don’t worry it will only be for about an hour or so, and it won’t be anything all that strenuous. And there are some perks to this work that you will see a little later.” I watched him as he assimilated my words.
I unzipped his bag and looked up to see if he would object, but he didn’t seem to mind. I rummaged through looking for something he could wear. He had a pair of jeans inside and a regular t-shirt that seemed to be on the worn side. I didn’t want him to get any of his good stuff messed up so I pulled it out along with his jeans. Normally I wear a long sleeved shirt, but we won’t be doing anything major today where he would need it.
I tossed them over to him and he started stripping out of his soccer jersey. I had planned on getting up to let him get changed, but he didn’t seem to mind me being there, and to tell you the truth once he had stripped off his shirt I just couldn’t move I was so mesmerized by his milky white smooth and soft skin. I know that my own body was already getting that golden tanned look from all the sun we were having. I assumed since he was still pretty pale that wherever he moved from it might still be a little cold there.
I watched him closely as he dropped his shirt on the ground and then without any hesitation pull down his shorts. Oh fuck, I said to myself. I couldn’t help but stare at this near naked wonderful boy. My eyes took in every square inch of his statuesque like physique. His body was pretty fit for a kid his age. He had a nice firm stomach with just the hint of some baby fat which in my opinion added to his beauty rather than detracted from it. He had nice smooth but firm legs without any sign of hair on them just like me.
He bent over to pick up his t-shirt off the floor and I noticed his cute small apple shaped butt jiggle just a little before they firmed up again as he rose up. As he lifted his shirt over his head my eyes finally found what they truly were looking for, the nice little outline of his sausage and grape sized fruit. He was wearing soft cottony whitish type of bikini style underwear with some cartoon figures on it I didn’t recognize. The soft weave of the fabric was different from our tighter weaves we had by us and it really accentuated his little package and I could almost see what he had beneath the material.
I gasped and almost came right there and then. His near nakedness with only a small piece of fabric in the way of his boyhood was almost too much to bear. At that moment, if he would have stepped out of those little bikini underwear I would have had a major orgasm on the spot.
His shirt dropped into place around his waist and he adjusted it a little straightening it out. I could tell he was starting to get a boner as the flimsy bikini material started to tent outwards a little. He quickly bent over and struggled to slide his legs into his pants. He hopped around a little on one foot which sent more shivers down my spine as his little pecker wiggled a little in the fabric and his nut sack shifted around. At one point while he was hopping around, I actually got a quick glimpse of one of his little testicles when it popped out for a second along the seam of his underwear.
The elastic part around the leg finally had given away to Anatoli’s left little marble and it just sort of popped out. The strain from the elastic band pulled his nut sack tight against his little grape sized testicle. It was a brief glimpse but enough to give me a hint as to what lay below the fabric material. In my mind I could see a nice pair of oval shaped testicles for a boy his age. At that age many boys still had nut sacks that were pulled up tight against the body. His weren’t like that, but they also didn’t seem to be the kind that sagged down really low.
I continued to watch him as he finally managed to get his other leg inside his pant leg and then pull them up. When they reached his crotch area everything sort of bundle up at that point. You know how it is as the fabric from the jeans sort of scrunch up against the little bulge of your pecker and balls. When that happened I could see my assessment of his little boy knockers were correct as the fabric tugged up against his satchel.
He leaned backwards a little tugging his pants over his little package as he finally buttoned them up. Before closing the button I could see his little pecker pop up a little straining against the material of his underwear. He clearly had a boner as he zipped up his pants making a quick adjustment to his package with the palm of his hand. I could see the little bulge in his crotch area as it struggled to be freed from its confinement.
Throughout this episode I had just ogled at him not able to tear away my eyes. Now I blushed a little realizing I had been perving on this kid and hadn’t even been discreet about it at all. I just hoped he had been too busy to notice my open gawking of his gorgeous body and little budding boyhood.
When I finally did manage to look up at him I noticed he was still adjusting his clothing getting them settled into place. Finally seemingly satisfied he looked up and smiled innocently. I sighed in relief because it seems like he hadn’t noticed me getting all perved up over him.
He spread his arms out wide and mimicking what I had asked him earlier, simply stated “better?”
With that simple comment I just couldn’t contain myself as I busted out laughing so hard. I could hear him giggling as well because he knew it had been one of those ‘gotcha’ moments on me.
I settled down a little and patted on the bed motioning for him to take a seat next to me. I wasn’t ready to get up yet because I was sporting a raging hard-on and needed a little more time to get myself under control. I noticed he was still sporting one as well from the looks of the little bulge. He gladly accepted my offer and sat down next to me.
I leaned over and nudged him a little. “That was a good one,” I said to him grinning as he smiled back in acknowledgement and nudged me back. I figured he must have understood what I meant.
“Hey, how old are you?” I asked now kind of curious because I really didn’t know. He looked to be about ten or eleven years old. He wasn’t quiet four and a half feet tall, maybe an inch or two smaller, and looked to be around seventy five or eighty pounds, kind of typical height and weight for a ten to eleven year old boy. I was a wrestler and we tend to get a pretty good idea about weight since it is such an integral part of the sport.
He looked at me a little puzzled trying to decipher my words, and I got the sense he had the gist of it, but just wasn’t sure so I smiled and pointed to myself saying, “Fourteen,” and then held up all ten of my fingers and then lowered them raising up my right hand holding up four of them to indicate I was fourteen.
He smiled quickly at me finally understanding for sure and held up ten fingers and then one saying in his thick accent, “eleven?” He posed it in sort of a questioning type of manner inquiring of me if he had gotten it right.
“Yeah, eleven,” I nodded my head letting him know he got it right.
He then pointed to me “fourteen?” Again it was only kind of in a questioning manner, because this time it wasn’t so much as questioning if he had said it right, but to actually confirm my age. He must have thought I was younger because of my size.
I laughed and nodded my head. “Yes, fourteen, almost fifteen, in three months,” I said holding up three fingers.
He scrunched up his face trying to decipher what I had said and then smiled. He pointed to me and said “ninety days, fifteen.”
“Yeah, you got it, don’t look so surprised,” I said as I nudged him again.
He smiled back shrugging his shoulders in that sort of kid language of ‘hey, whatever, it’s cool.’ He pointed to himself and said “eleven, five ago.”
“Oh, I see…you just turned eleven about five months ago.” I did a quick calculation and asked, “December or January?”
The boy looked at me a bit confused so I tried it a little differently holding up one finger and said “January,” then held up a second finger and said “February,” before holding up ten fingers and then adding two more and saying “December.”
He nodded his head, held up one finger, and said “January.”
“I see, so you turned eleven in January…cool.” I replied smiling.
He nodded his head and grinned back at me. I was really liking him more and more and his easy going smile brightened everything up around him. I could have sat there forever just looking at his beautiful face and smile, but I finally sighed and got up. My little pea shooter had finally gotten under control and it was time to get to work.
We headed out through the mud room and Anatoli seemed to stall there for a moment with a smirk of a smile on his face and I caught him adjusting himself. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. I must have given the little guy a fantastic show, and then I frowned as I realized how the little guy had given me one hell of a show as well. I shook my head trying to get it out of the gutter. ‘Damn, what the hell is getting into me?’ I thought to myself as I tried to shake the butterfly like feeling in my gut.
Anatoli was looking around outside trying to figure out what if anything we were going to work on. He spotted our pool and ran over to it all excited. I wandered over to stand next to him at the gate.
“Swim?” He asked me excitedly jumping from foot to foot.
I smiled at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, maybe a little later.”
Anatoli nodded his head, but still gave me an exaggerated sad sulky look, which was just too damn funny as I literally busted a gut before steering him towards the barn while he craned his neck and leaned back while he walked trying to show me he was still pouting about it.
I laughed at his sense of humor and shook my head, “don’t look so sad, wait until you see what I have over here,” I gestured towards the barn. He seemed to brighten up a little at my comment.
We entered the barn and Anatoli straight away saw my sorrel colored quarter horse with orangey yellow like undertones on her coat standing in the stall. The boy immediately ran over and admired the mare that stood at about fifteen hands high and had an easy going temperament. I didn’t get her out as much as I should these days so made a mental note about it, but in the meantime I could let her wander in our lower gated area next to the running creak with plenty of shade from some trees.
“That’s Amber,” I introduced, with the boy nodding and stroking her muzzle.
“Horsy…ride?” Anatoli asked me curiously as I led her out the back of the barn and towards a gate.
“No not today Anatoli.” I told him letting Amber go so she could wander around in the cool areas under the trees by the creek.
The boy seemed a bit disappointed as I led him back into the barn, but brightened up when I pointed out my ATV. He squealed and ran towards it running his hands over the machine and checking it out. “Awesome,” he managed to squeak out after thinking of the proper terminology. I could tell it wouldn’t be long before his English would be well enough to hold a decent conversation.
“Is yours?” he asked as I approached the ATV and nodded my head in the affirmative.
“We go…ride?” he asked making that motorcycle throttle motion with his hand.
“Yes, we are going for a ride,” I stated planting my hands on my hips, “but you’re not riding on my ATV.” I stated firmly shaking my head back and forth while he looked at me a little hurt and puzzled.
Anatoli tried to digest what was going on and in his mind he must have misunderstood something. He really wanted to go for a ride on the ATV, but now he was learning he wouldn’t get to. Maybe the older boy thought he was too young or something. He really hated it when people treated him like a baby.
Noticing how the boy looked like he was about to cry, I started to feel bad for my little joke. “Over here,” I pointed towards the other side of the barn.
Motioning for Anatoli to follow me, I walked over and pulled off the cover to my old 110cc ATV. It was a dependable 4 stroke engine with large 16” tires, and automatic transmission, which was perfect for a beginner because he didn’t have to worry about shifting. As a novice though I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much power for him. There are a lot of kids who get into accidents on these ATV’s because they get careless and forget just how dangerous they can be. I decided I would give him lessons before we head out and make sure he understood he has to be careful and safe about riding around.
The ATV was still in great shape. I always took good care of my things, and this was no exception. It may have been my work horse around the ranch for the last several years, but I always maintained it on a regular basis. The cobalt blue coloring on the ATV still shone from its last cleaning. After I had gotten my new ATV, I had spent some time cleaning up my old one to put away as my backup vehicle, or if I decided to maybe sell later. I hadn’t decided what I was going to do with it, but did make sure it was in good shape running it every once in a while and still keeping it clean. It really hadn’t taken me all that long to get it all spiffed up because I had taken good care of it over the years.
Anatoli’s hand shook a little as he reached out to touch it. He stopped short and looked over towards me. “Go ahead,” I encouraged him. “Get a feel for it because you will be driving it.”
His deep blue eyes got big and round because of my statement looking at me incredulously before shifting his gaze over to the ATV. I watched as he looked over the smaller vehicle gauging how well he would be able to fit on it. After a few moments he looked up and then leaped towards me wrapping his arms around my waist in a huge bear hug. It caught me off guard and I almost fell over, but I managed to regain my balance and hugged him back.
I could feel the heat from his body and took in his scent which sent me swooning. He had a sort of sweet scent with just that hint of earthly muskiness that boys seem to have, along with a subtle smell of soap, probably from an earlier bath. I heard a term used once in a movie and for some reason it popped into my mind. He smelled like cookies and dirt, all boy.
His body was pressed up tightly against mine and it felt so wonderful and natural that I didn’t want to let go. It seemed like he was feeling the same because we both stood there embracing each another and neither one of use taking the first move to step apart.
He was standing on his toes to gain some height and I had stooped down a little so we were almost on an even level. He felt wonderful in my arms, but I knew it would start to become too awkward here in a moment. So instead of allowing an uncomfortable moment to just happen, I decided I would maybe create one. In other words create one where we both knew it is supposed to be awkward, but now in the end is funny instead.
My hands were in the small of Anatoli’s back and I moved them downwards cupping his beautiful apple shaped butt cheeks. I gave them a firm squeeze and heard him squeal as his body jerked away from my hands and further into me. Even though he was wearing jeans I could feel his small bulge as it pressed into my stomach. It happened quickly and we untwisted ourselves apart.
“You’re such a tease,” I said mockingly as we both giggled like little girls.
Anatoli cheeks turned red as if he was realizing how embarrassing it must have been, but his eyes sparkled a bit mischievously. I also noticed how his eyes had seemed to turn a different shade of blue. Boy is that hot or what I whispered to myself. I didn’t want him to feel bad about the lingering hug so just kind of ignored it acting as if it was the most natural thing.
To take his mind off of the awkwardness, I motioned for him to follow me. We headed over to the side of the barn and rummaged through a locker. I pulled out some of my older smaller gear and handed them over to Anatoli. He turned them over in his hands and smiled thanking me. I helped him slip on his gear and made sure they fit properly. He looked charming in my older outfit, a lot cuter than me I muttered to myself pleased at how adorable he looked in his riding gear.
I put on my own gear and we pushed the ATV’s out of the barn. I couldn’t help myself as I fished out my iPhone and took some pictures of Anatoli in his riding gear standing next to his ATV. He posed some more thanking me for taking the pictures. I told him he can have whichever ones he liked.
We spent some time around the area as he became familiar with the ATV and I made sure he understood there were a lot of injuries on these machines because people don’t understand the limitations and dangers. He promised to be very careful, so with the lessons given we headed down the path leading back up into the hills.
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End of Chapter Two
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