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The Barnstable Chronicles - Book 6: The Barnstable Cowboy - 3. Family Love

I'm hoping you don't pass judgment on this chapter based on the title! For my regular readers, you know I'm not going to lower myself to lure readers with a chapter title that looks like it came from and adult video site!




CHAPTER 3 – Family Love


I’m pretty sure I’ve never been this hard in my entire life. Jaime Vega whispered into my ear that he wanted me to fuck him. He wanted to give me the most personal gift he could give anyone—and he chose me!

Yeah, this is exciting as Hell—but it’s also scaring the crap outta me. I mean, I don’t know how to fuck a dude! Hell—I’ve never fucked anything! My cock is kinda big, and Jaime’s hole is small and tight. God! I don’t want to hurt him!

“What do I do? How do I get you ready?”

“You know what to do. Rim me like you always do. Finger me, too—only, after a while, add another finger. And then, a little bit later—add a third finger. That should stretch me out enough.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Pornhub. Now get your hot-as-fuck ass in gear. I need you, baby!”

So I kissed my hot-as-fuck boyfriend before I worked my way down his hot-as-fuck body. I licked up the pre that had gathered in the ridges of his abs. As much as I wanted to suck his cock, I avoided it and moved down to his balls.

I pushed Jaime’s legs up, and he pulled them to his chest. I dove my face into his muscled ass and started in with one of my favorite things—rimming him to the point where he’s about to throw a hands-free nut.

“Finger me now, Hunter! I need you inside me!”

“I put some lube on my index finger and began working it into his tight hole.

As I was fingering him, I moved up to kiss him—kisses that were filled with moans each time I added a finger. When I had three fingers inside Jaime, he begged me to make love to him—not fuck him—make love to him.

Hearing Jaime say that filled my chest with this overwhelming feeling of love for him. I slide down between his legs, lifted them to my shoulders, and slathered my cock with lube. I placed the head of my cock at his quivering hole, slowly easing it in.

Once the head of my cock slipped past his sphincter, Jaime gasped, and his eyes widened. “Oh, wow! Stay right there for a second. It’s so big!”

Jaime’s cock wilted a bit and was sitting in a pool of his precum. I scooped some up and fed it to him. “Yours is better, Hunter. You should know that.”

He smiled at me and nodded, “Okay—I’m ready. But go slow, okay?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe the heat that surrounded my cock as I worked my way into Jaime. I went as slow as I could, but when there were about two inches left to go, he took his legs off my shoulder and wrapped them around the small of my back.

This time it was my eyes that got big as I gasped. Using his legs, Jaime pushed me in the rest of the way. I was buried to the hilt inside this incredible boy. “You okay, baby?”

“It feels strange because I feel so full. But at the same time, it feels fucking awesome because I’m so full of you! I love you, Hunter!”

Jaime started to rock his hips, which caused me to begin moving in and out of his hot, muscled ass. I could feel the firmness of his prostate pass over my cock with every movement—every movement that became longer and deeper as we soon fell into a rhythm that had both of us sweating, panting, and cursing up a storm.

“Go faster, Hunter. This is fucking amazing!”

I straightened my body, hovering over Jaime with my straining arms just under each of his pits. I began to pick up my pace and was soon slamming into his ass fard and fast! The slapping sound of our bodies hitting was accentuated by the panting and moans coming from both of us.

Jaime’s prostate could only take so much pounding, and I’ll be damned if his cock didn’t start throwing his nut all over us—without being touched! Well, that caused his tight ass to pulse around my cock, and the next thing I knew, I was pumping my nut deep inside. Holy shit! There must have been at least ten shots of nut. I’ve never cum so hard—or so much—in my life!

I collapsed on top of Jaime and kissed him with all the passion and love I could muster. That was harder to do than I expected since both of us seemed to be in a near-coma.

My cock was still buried deep inside Jamie when he let his legs fall to the bed. With our arms wrapped around each other, we both kinda fell asleep in a mutual post-orgasmic haze.

Jaime was the first to come back to the world of the living. He whispered into my ear, “For the rest of my life, I will never forget how it felt with you sliding into me for the very first time—and everything after. You made me complete, Hunter. I will love you to the end of time.”

Fuck! I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to be crying right then, but dammit! When Jaime says shit like that, there’s nothing else in the world that matters. Nobody has ever said shit like that to me. Hell, no one had ever said they loved me before Jaime did.

I started to ease my cock out of Jaime, but he stopped me. “No—I want you inside me as long as possible. I don’t want to let go of this feeling.”

“I want you to fuck me next time. I want you to feel what I felt. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world. I can’t even begin to describe it.”

“You don’t have to describe it. I could see it in your eyes. And I can’t wait for you to feel what it’s like when the boy you love fills you completely—and makes himself one with you.”

We kissed again and fell asleep.

A couple of hours later—it must have been 1:00 in the morning when we woke up together. I was still on top of Jaime, and my cock had slipped out of him. I started to pull myself off of him, but that wasn’t going to happen. We were glued together from his nut.

Jaime started to laugh and asked what we should do. “I think we need to do the “rip off the bandaid” thing. Ready?”

“Yeah—on three.”



“Two-and-a-half!” More giggles, by the way.


Yikes! All I can say it’s a good thing neither of us has any body hair, or it would have been ten times more painful! We got out of bed, hopped into the shower, and cleaned each other. Of course, we both got to the point where we had to stroke another nut out of each other. Ahhh, the curse of being a horned-up teenage gay boy!

I’m pretty sure I slept better that night than I ever have. Jaime told me the same thing. We slipped on our underwear, shorts, and a t-shirt and went into the kitchen—following our noses to the smell of frying bacon.

Mrs. Vega made waffles and bacon for breakfast. So. Fucking. Good! Life was perfect—until Jaime said he was going to take me home. Fuck! Why couldn’t I just stay here with Jaime—for like the rest of my fucking life??

“I’m going to drive Hunter home this morning. Hunter, I spoke with your mother earlier this morning, and she’s expecting me. I told her I wanted to have a word with her about you. She kept asking if you were being a problem for us. Far from it! And that’s exactly what I told her!”

“My mother is very concerned about what people think. It can make me crazy sometimes.” I just shook my head and finished my breakfast.

Once we finished eating, I went and brushed my teeth and put my shit in my backpack. The next thing I knew, Mrs. Vega was driving me home. Jaime wanted to come with us, but his mom said it would be best if he didn’t go with us. That didn’t make me worry about what was gonna come down—nope—no worries at all! Jesus!

As we turned off the highway and closing in on the house, Mrs. Vega said, “I’m delighted to be meeting your mother, Hunter. Jaime has had such wonderful things to say about her.”

“Yeah. Mom treats Jaime like royalty. I just wish she was that nice when it was just me.”

“Does she—”

“Oh, no! It’s nothing like that. She just doesn’t like me very much.”

“Well, that makes no sense! You’re a perfect angel!”

I could feel the tears filling up my eyes just as the car stopped. I hopped out as fast as I could and wiped my eyes on my shirtsleeve—before Mrs. Vega could catch me.

We walked up to the front door, and I opened it. “Ma, we’re here. Mrs. Vega is with me!”

The mother I never knew—the friendly one with the big smile—walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.

“Hello, Mrs. Vega! Margaret Landrey. It’s so nice to meet you!”

“Please call me Maria. It’s nice to meet you, too. You have a lovely home, by the way.”

“Why, thank you. And thank you for bringing Hunter home. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Oh, not at all. Hunter is a dear boy. It’s my pleasure.”

“Oh! That’s nice.”

“But the main reason I brought him home was that I was hoping that we might get to know each other.”

“Oh. Well—there’s not much to know about me. I grew up here in Abilene, and I’m a ranch wife. That’s about all there is. Tell me about you and your family.”

Just then, the buzzer on the oven went off. Mom asked me to pull the loaves of bread out. I did just that, released them from the pans and set them on the cooling rack.

“My family.” Mrs. Vega smiled, and she began the story I heard from Jaime. “My husband and I have known each other since middle school. We started officially dating in the ninth grade and were a couple all through high school.

“My husband owns a landscape company in Abilene—we got married once I graduated from college. Frankie—my oldest son—is the family hero. He signed up for the Army after 9-11. But he’s had a rather difficult time since he’s been back. PTSD—it’s taken quite a toll on him. He’s being treated for it, but sometimes I wonder if the treatment is harder on him than the actual PTSD.”

Mom actually looked concerned—but I know she doesn’t give a fuck.

“Carlos, my second son, worshiped the ground Frankie walked on. As soon as he finished high school, he couldn’t enlist in the Army fast enough. He—uhm—he didn’t make it back from Afghanistan—his platoon was ambushed by the Taliban while on patrol.”

“Oh, Maria. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you. It was hard—very hard—on the family, especially hard on Jaime. He and Carlos were best friends. My husband and I were so concerned about Jaime’s state of mind.”

“But he seems like such a lovely young man.”

“He is. But that’s only been in the last several months. My husband and I give credit to his friendship with Hunter. Your wonderful son has helped Jaime feel alive again. Quite honestly, Hunter may very well have saved Jaime’s life.”

“Hunter? I—I can’t even imagine.”

“It’s true. In fact, Hunter has brought profound joy to our entire family. Even Frankie is happier when Hunter is with us.”

Mom turned a gave me a strange look—like I was some kind of alien. What a bitch.

“Hunter, why don’t you slice up some of that bread and serve it to us with some butter and jam.”

“Sure. Okay.” Good, it gave me something to do while Mrs. Vega started in with what I knew what was coming.

“My husband and I are so grateful to have Hunter in our lives, and we were talking the other night. We know your son’s birthday is coming up in a few weeks. We want to do something special for him to show our gratitude.”


Oh, God. Here is comes.

“Carlos’ truck has been sitting in our garage—unused—for over a year. We want Hunter to have it.”

“No. Absolutely not. That’s too much!”

Such. A. Bitch!

“No, it’s not too much at all. The truck is completely paid off, and it’s just sitting in our garage. Honestly? My husband needs his workspace back. Hunter has had such an extraordinary impact on our entire family—this is just a small way for us to show him our appreciation.”

“Hunter’s been giving lessons at the Y so he can save up for a car. He needs to pay for his own vehicle so he can appreciate all that goes into something like that.”

Mrs. Vega looked at me and asked how much I had saved so far.

“I don’t know exactly—around $3200, I guess.”

“Fine. We’ll sell you the truck for $1500. That will leave you plenty for insurance and other expenses.”

“No! My husband and I will not allow it.”

“Hey! Stop! This is my money. I’ve saved this money for everything you and Dad refuse to get me—things every other kid gets from his parents without question. You don’t have any say in how I spend the money I work my ass off to get.”

I turned to Mrs. Vega, “I accept your offer and will bring by a check tomorrow afternoon. Thank you.”

“Who’s going to teach you how to drive the damned thing? Your father and I certainly don’t have time.”

“Oh, that’s not a problem at all, Margaret. Between my husband and I, we will be more than delighted to help Hunter learn. You won’t have to do a thing.”

Oh. Shit. Mrs. Vega’s voice could have cut glass with the way she sounded on her last sentence. Not good—not good at all—especially the way Mom was staring down Mrs. Vega. Turns out that look was not a good idea for Mom.

Mrs. Vega leaned over to Mom and got right in her face. “And let me tell you one more thing, Mrs. Landrey. If I ever again see evidence that Hunter has been hit—or smacked—by either you or your husband, I will have Child Protective Services here so fast, your heads will spin. You will lose not only your son, but I’ll do everything in my power to see that your little farm will never again be successful. Capiche?”

“It’s a ranch—and I think you should go now. Good day, Mrs. Vega.”

“Good day, Mrs. Landrey—and Hunter? If any hand so much as touches you, I want you to pack a bag, walk out the door, and call me. I’ll come to get you immediately. We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

I think I was in total shock. As soon as Mrs. Vega walked out the front door, I could see the anger rise in Mom’s face. She stood up so fast that the chair she was in flew across the floor behind her.

“You ungrateful little bastard! How dare you bring a complete stranger into our family business! What kind of nerve does that woman have to talk about you like you were part of her pathetic little family—one dead son, one half-dead son, and another son who can only find you to be friends with.”

That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve always respected my parents—even though I couldn’t stand them. I slammed my hands down on the table so hard that everything on it bounced into the air.

“Shut the fuck up, Mother! You wanna know what pathetic is? Look it up in the dictionary—the picture right by the word will be of you and Dad! Pathetic is the little show you put on whenever someone is here to visit—that little performance that ends the minute it’s just you and me in here!

“Pathetic is caring so fucking much about what everybody else thinks about you! So much that you won’t even try to take charge of your pathetic life and leave that asshole out there sitting on a tractor and hating you! Noooooooooo! You can’t get a divorce! What will the fucking neighbors think?

“I’ll tell you what they fucking think! They don’t waste their time thinking about you because you are so fucking rude and hateful to all of them—just like you are to me—your son—your fucking only son!

“Don’t you fucking ever say a bad thing about the Vega family again. I get more love from them in one hour than I have from you in the last ten years. Pathetic?? You wanna see pathetic?!?”

I walked over to the counter and grabbed the shiny silver platter Mom was going to use for her next batch of cookies. I put it in front of her so she couldn’t help but see her reflection.

“Take a nice, long look, Mother. You’ll see nothing but pathetic!”

That’s when it happened. My mother took the platter in her hands and smacked me on the side of my face.

“You bitch! You pathetic bitch!” I grabbed my phone and dialed Mrs. V’s number.

“Mrs. Vega? Can you come back and get me? I’m going to go pack a bag, and I’ll meet you out front.”

Through the tears that were welling up in my eyes, I told my mother that I was going away for a while. She told me I couldn’t leave. I told her to get fucked, and turned to go up to my room.

After packing, I went back downstairs. Mom was still sitting at the table. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they don’t call CPS—this time!” I walked out the front door, and Mrs. Vega was waiting for me.

That night, Jaime held me in his arms while I cried my eyes out. I was so embarrassed when I told him how my mother really was, and how I had said all those horrible things to her. He held me, running his fingers through my hair, or making little circles on my back with his fingers. The next thing I knew, it was morning, and we were getting ready for school

After school, Jaime took me to the bank, and i withdrew $1500 from my savings account. I think Jaime was as excited as I was about getting the truck. I smiled at him and said he was just excited that he wasn’t going to have to haul my ass around anymore. Jaime just smiled and shook his head—and then made me promise that I would fuck him once we went to bed. Easiest promise in the world, I have to say—and both of us were excited as Hell!

That night at dinner, I handed Mr. Vega an envelope with $1500.

“What’s this, son?”

“It’s the $1500 to buy Carlos’ truck—just like Mrs. V and I agreed on.”

“I think you must have misunderstood. Maria, didn’t you suggest $15.00?”

“Of course, dear. Fifteen dollars is more than fair. Wouldn’t you say so, Jaime?”

“Yes, ma’am. Sounds good to me!”

“Bu—but—my mother would never agree to that. You saw her!”

“I won’t say anything to her. Jaime?”

“Nope! Dad?”

“Nope—not a word from me!”

“I—I—I don’t understand. Why are y’all doing this?”

Mrs. Vega got up from her seat and walked over to me. Standing being me, she wrapped her arms around me and said, “Hunter Landrey—you have brought more joy to Jaime than anything has in his entire life. When you give something so beautiful to Jaime, you are also giving it to us. We love you, dear boy. If there’s a way we can make your life a little easier, then we are more than happy to do that for you.”

I was speechless—and completely embarrassed as tears ran down my face. Jaime took his napkin and wiped the tears away.

“I love you, Hunter. You are the reason for everything good in my life.” He paused and looked up. “Oh, crap. I think I gave my mother a little TMI.”

Mrs. Vega squeezed me harder and then pulled Jaime into her hug. “Boys, you might be excellent students. You might even be exceptional swimmers. But, let me tell you something—you are horrible actors. We all can see the way you look at each other whenever you’re in the same room. We all can see the smiles on your faces when you come out of your room in the morning. We can all see that you love each other in an extraordinary way.

“It may have been a bit of a challenge for us at first, I’ll be honest. I mean—we’re Catholics and Latinos, and that’s an entirely different set of challenges. But then it hit me—How can God make two such beautiful boys, bring them together, and then not approve of what is probably the purest love I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Damn! I’ve never experienced so much love and acceptance in my life! Of course, that made me think about my parents. That’s when the tears started to flow, and soon enough, I was sobbing.

“May I be excused, please?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I got up from the table and ran to the bedroom. I threw myself down on the bed, squeezed the pillow under my face, and just let it go. Fuck! How could my life be so good on the one hand—and totally fucked up on the other?

About ten minutes later, I was still crying—but not nearly as hard. There was a knock on the door. I knew it wasn’t Jaime—he wouldn’t have knocked—so I shouted out that I was okay.

Whoever it was came into the room, anyway. It was Mr. Vega. Oh, fuuuuck!

“Son? Hunter? I know this must be so difficult for you. I guess you could say that this family knows as well as anyone how life can throw crap at you. As tragic as some of that crap can be—whether it’s losing one of your children, or losing the love and trust from the people who should be the first to give it to you—God always finds the good and sends it our way.

“You’re that good for Jaime and our family. Jaime and the love in this house just might be the good God has found for you. I feel like it’s our job to embrace all the good that’s sent our way—and by all means, let that beautiful goodness push the crap to the side.

“You’re so good, Hunter. You’re some of the best good God has ever sent to this family. I know Carlos would have loved you, too. You two are so much alike in so many ways. Hell, he would have given you the truck himself if he could.”

It blew my fucking mind that the entire time he was talking to me, Mr. Vega was holding me in his arms. I have never felt anything like that before. While Mr. Vega was saying all that cool shit, it sunk in. I got it. Instead of having some big-ass pity party over all the shit I didn’t have from my family, I get to accept the loving embrace from Mr. Vega and his family—especially Jaime.

Mr. Vega took my envelope of money and tossed it onto the bed. “I want you to take the money that you had planned to use on the truck and do something special with it—something that might make a difference in someone else’s life. I’ll make sure there is paperwork that shows you paid for the truck—just to be safe.

“Tomorrow afternoon—we’ll get the truck in tip-top shape. Then we’ll get you started on your driving lessons. Sound good?”

I nodded my head—which was still buried in Mr. Vega’s chest.

“Now—I need to let Jaime in here. He’s so worried about you—he’s worried about you because he loves you, Hunter. We all care about you—because we all love you.”

Mr. Vega kissed the top of my head and let me go. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, and he laughed.

“You look like mierda, chico. Go wash your face, and I’ll get your boy in here.”

“Thanks, Mr. V. Thanks for everything.”

“De nada, Hunter. We love you—don’t you ever forget that.”

I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I looked in the mirror, and Mr. V. was right—I looked like shit! I took care of nature’s call and washed my face with cold water. I found some Visine in the medicine cabinet and washed the red out of my eyes.

When I went back into the bedroom, I found the most beautiful surprise! Lying on his back was a totally naked—incredibly hard—totally hot boy. The boy that God sent my way to make everything right.

Damn! Hunter's mother is one effed up piece of work! I love love LOVE Jaime's parents! They are just too cool for school!

Maria Vega is going to have quite a bit to say to Mrs. Landrey in the next chapter! I'm looking forward to writing that scene. I'm especially looking forward to the end of the next chapter--where I PROMISE we'll get Hunter's ass to UT and his Freshman year of college!

Love you all! PLEASE stay safe! Wear your masks, wash your hands, and don't touch things you're not supposed to touch!


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The way you described that intimate scene between Jaime and Hunter ,Hunter said they were both almost in a coma hell I was almost in a coma after reading it.

Way to go Mrs. Vega.What an awesome person to have on your side.So Maria and Margaret part two next chapter.Take cover Mrs. Landry you don't stand a chance


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Great chapter. Great scene between Jamie and Hunter, almost put me in a coma. Mrs Landrey is one messed up mother f***er

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There may or may not be a surprise in store for you readers regarding Margaret Landrey. Of course, If you read Vic's story, you'll know it's only temporary--if there IS a surprise coming up--which there may or may not be! 😋

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Of all the uteruses in all the towns in all the world, poor Hunter had to come from THAT caca-filled carbon-based maternal unit!  I find it miraculous that someone as good, kind, and loving as Hunter could have ever been raised by such diabolically dystopian, dimwitted, demented, disgusting, damnable, dastardly, dark, deadbeat, decayed, deceptive, degenerate, dehumanizing, degrading allegedly human breeding stock.

The Vegas are as saintly as Hunter’s family is sinister. Child abuse pisses me off like almost nothing else.

Potent chapter!

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5 hours ago, weinerdog said:

YOU! needing a book of dirty words????LOL

In other languages, im fluent in english and british insults. Workimg on australian😉

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On 9/25/2020 at 9:05 PM, tesao said:

Of all the uteruses in all the towns in all the world, poor Hunter had to come from THAT caca-filled carbon-based maternal unit!  I find it miraculous that someone as good, kind, and loving as Hunter could have ever been raised by such diabolically dystopian, dimwitted, demented, disgusting, damnable, dastardly, dark, deadbeat, decayed, deceptive, degenerate, dehumanizing, degrading allegedly human breeding stock.

VERY WELL SAID tesao!!  Hunter IS amazing and we've only seen  half of the maelstrom he lives in - dear old Dad, the sperm donor, doesn't seem much better!!  Thank goodness for the Vega's and I can't wait for the scene between the two mothers!!!  Great chapter/story Geoff.  Thank you, David!

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Excellent chapter! The first time Hunter made love to Jaime was so touching and emotionally fulfilling. The first meeting between the two mother’s was confrontational, with Maria making it very clear that she won’t allow any further abuse of Hunter, that she will bring in C.P.S. to sort out the mistreatment of her only son, and then she will systematically ruin their social lives and ruin their business. This is not the kind of woman you want to piss off, she will make destroying them her one and only mission. Hunter is so overwhelmed by the unconditional love being shown to him, he cannot understand why they treat him as they do since he has never experienced any type of loving before. I am really looking forward to the next meeting of the mothers. I think it is going to be epic. The way that you express the emotions of your characters leaves us wiping our eyes, blowing our noses and cheering the happiness you so eloquently write for us. Thank you for all of the hard work that you and your team put into these stories. I’m definitely looking forward to the next chapter! 😃❤️

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On 9/26/2020 at 2:05 AM, tesao said:

Of all the uteruses in all the towns in all the world, poor Hunter had to come from THAT caca-filled carbon-based maternal unit!  I find it miraculous that someone as good, kind, and loving as Hunter could have ever been raised by such diabolically dystopian, dimwitted, demented, disgusting, damnable, dastardly, dark, deadbeat, decayed, deceptive, degenerate, dehumanizing, degrading allegedly human breeding stock.

The Vegas are as saintly as Hunter’s family is sinister. Child abuse pisses me off like almost nothing else.

Potent chapter!

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On 9/26/2020 at 4:24 AM, Wesley8890 said:

In other languages, im fluent in english and british insults. Workimg on australian😉

Cooee cobber, yobba dinga mate 😂 a little bit of Strine for you 

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I despair that there are people who have children but have absolutely zero interest in their children and it’s all for show, much like Hunter’s egg and sperm donors, they are not fit to be called parents 

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