A boy's voice knocked on his door and he opened it, dry-eyed and ready to face them. Standing there was a boy just like him, tall as he was, and thin as he was, like looking in a mirror, except that the boy had dark brown eyes instead of his own green ones and was a lot stronger and more filled out. "Hey, Gage, I'm Curtis. Welcome to the family. It's lunchtime, come on and meet the others. Most of them, that is, Hughie, Pat and Lily are at work, Hughie will get home in a few hours, and Rose and Violet are at a friend's house. But the rest of us are here. Come on, last one to get to the table eats less!"
Gage smiled and joined Curtis in the rush to the table, other boys and girls were in the hallway going his direction. It turned out he didn't have to scrabble for the food like the others were doing, Milly had fixed him a plate special and rather heavily loaded. Buck beamed at his son as Gage studied the overloaded plate. "Got to fatten you up some." Buck said heartily. "You're practically a skeleton in those clothes, but don't worry, my Milly knows how to feed a boy so he turns out big and strong. Doesn't she, boys?"
"Yeah!" came the general chorus.
Once the plates were full the family settled down to devour their food. They ate less aggressively than they'd grabbed, and the conversation flowed around him. Todd and Curtis (16 and 14 years old, respectively) quizzed him about New York City, and Adam and Eddy (10 and 6 years old) made ooh and ahh sounds as he described the tall buildings and the many people and the shows and lights of the city. The girls all were similarly enraptured, and Todd pretended he didn't care and muffled his expressions, and Curtis did so, too, less carefully.
"Boy, won't you miss the big city?" Adam asked him after a while.
Gage felt the bile rise in his gullet. "No way!" he said. "I hate that place. All the people and sights and happy things and I couldn't get any of it, just had to watch and...." He looked around. "I'm sorry."
Without a word, Milly, who was standing behind him at that time, reached over him and hugged him tight. It felt so good. He closed his eyes, let the love flow over him and opened his eyes again. "Mom, can I have another serving of mashed potatoes?"
General laughter around the table, and this time, Gage was a part of it. He stuffed himself full and then some (if these hulking buffed bodied boys were his brothers, then Milly must be feeding them right, and he wanted in), and felt exhausted afterward. He had to beg off of a game the boys wanted to play and lay down for a nap.
He was awakened an hour or so later by a knock on his door and it was Buck. "Feeling better, Son?"
"Yeah, Dad." Gage said, sat up and yawned.
"You've had a hell of an adjustment to make, and it's okay, we all understand. Just know that you are welcome here in Gullyville. You're a Gully same as us, after all, and that means more than just the family, it's our entire town."
"Yeah?" Gage asked with minor interest.
"Yes." Buck said. "You may have noticed that the men and older boys in our town are much bigger than most Americans."
"Yeah, I did notice." Buck said. "I felt weird in New York City, being as tall as I am, but here, it's like everyone is tall like me."
"Yes, that's part of it. But there's another part of being here in Gullyville, one reason that most of us never leave this town for more than a short period, like getting an education or a vacation."
"Like what?" Gage wanted to know.
Buck sought for words, then just sighed and said, "Look, Hughie and Pat are home from work, so they'll be in the barn with Todd and Curtis. Come on, and I'll let you see how we men in Gullyville are different from men elsewhere, besides being bigger and brawnier. How you'll be one day, Son. How you'll be when you get settled here."
"O...kay." Gage said slowly and followed Buck out to the barn.
He heard the sounds as they got to the barn, male voices in the sounds of passion. Gage blinked at that but kept silent as Buck opened the barn door and ushered him into the interior.
Gage walked in and stopped stock-still. This barn was not used for hay as the Gully family didn't own cows or horses, but did possess a number of boxes and miscellaneous things used on a farm such as a tractor and plow and such. But the closest end was open and had some old mattresses covered in blankets and it was these mattresses where the four oldest boys of Buck Gully were busy.
A young adult that must be Hughie was busily fucking Todd doggy-style. All the males of the Gully family were easy on the eye, but Hughie had that intangible male beauty that strikes right at the heart of the observer, his powerful muscles' proportions, the lines of his body and the quality of his skin was enough to make him stand out among his Gully siblings. His hips were busily pumping hard at sixteen-year-old Todd, the teenager was on his knees and his face was down to the ground resting on his forearms and moaning as his older brother athletically pounded his soft, young ass. Hughie's face was a rictus of intense concentration softened by delight into a look that Hollywood leading men strive (and usually fail) to affect in their art with their leading lady. Todd's voice was the loudest of the moans proceedings from the quartet of lustful Gully males on the mattresses.
Beside the two bodies joined in passion was Pat, a youth in his late teens with strawberry- blond hair, lying supine on the mattress, his upper body resting on his elbows, his arms bent at right angles to hold him up enough to watch fourteen-year-old Curtis busily bobbing up and down on his dong. Gage could see that Pat's cock (the first Gully dong he had seen thus far) was a virile ten-inch shaft that glowed from Curtis' saliva.
All four of the Gully males, from the early-twenty-ish Hughie to fourteen-year-old Curtis, were muscled, all were well over six foot in height, all were well-formed, virile and the sounds from every male throat was of uninhibited, carefree passion.
Pat saw him and said, "Hey, you must be Gage! Come on over and join in."
Gage flinched back from this invitation, though his stomach was churning and his cock was surging at the sight of these virile studs enjoying each other's bodies. "Uh, thank you, but not...not now. I just got here and, and..." He turned on his heel and tore out of the barn, pushing past Buck.
"Hey, Gage!" Buck called to the boy, but Gage didn't stop until he was back in the house and in the room, the smiling cartoon animals seeming to mock him. What had he gotten himself into in this place? He was surrounded by a household family of...of.... He couldn't bring himself to complete that thought.
His cock was screaming at him, and he yanked his shorts down to his knees, gave his cock a quick jerk and sprayed his young jizz all over his body.
A knock at his door and he hastily reached for the bedsheet and wiped his stomach frantically.
"Gage? Gage?" It was Buck. "Hey, Son, I didn't mean to freak you out. Come on, let me talk to you, okay?" Pause. "Gage? Gage?" Pause. "All right, I'll leave you alone. But when you're ready, come talk to me, okay?"
A few minutes later, another knock. "Gage, honey?" It was Milly. "Gage, come on. Your dad didn't mean to shock you. It's what the men do in this town. All of them, honey. It's just how the Gully men are. They have their needs and that's one way they deal with it. Nobody's going to make you do anything you don't want to do. He was just trying to show you that it's okay and to go ahead and have fun with who you want and how you want. But if you don't want to, that's okay, too. Please, honey, think about it. We all love you and want you to be happy here. Please?"
Almost an hour later, a third knock. "Gage? Gage?" It was Curtis. "Gage, we were just offering. You don't want to play around with us, that's okay. We just didn't want you to think you couldn't come over and do whatever you wanted with us. But if you don't want to, that's okay, too. We won't mess with you until you want us to. If you don't ever want to, that's okay and.... Well, that's all I wanted to say. Don't be mad at us. Please?"
Gage stayed and the day went on, the boy thinking about what all he had seen since the morning. It was like he'd arrived to another world! A new father, new mother, new brothers and sisters, and now this, too?
As the sun grew lower in the sky, Gage sat and thought and thought and sat. A fourth knock. Milly again. "Gage, honey? It's dinnertime. You want to come down or should I bring you up a plate?"
Gage had had time to think. His choices were to (a) go back to his mom and beg to be allowed to return to her and Mortimer, whom he hated, (b) go to the police and end up in foster care or (c) try to live with this family of his. He'd been fitting in so well until Buck had shown him that...that....
Bite the bullet. Those words held a new meaning to him now. Wounded soldiers having medical procedures done on them without anesthesia would be given a bullet to bite on to help him endure the pain. Well, that was him. Bite the bullet. "I'll come down. I'm sorry...Mom."
"We all love you, Son. It'll all be okay."
He went to the dinner and it was okay. Everyone acted like the barn incident hadn't happened. Adam and Eddie were as inquisitive and cheerful as ever and by the end of the meal, he didn't have to pretend to be happy. He was happy. This was such a nice family. So they had weird ideas about sex. He didn't have to join in to join the family. That much was clear. He could live with this.
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