Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 19:29:08 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 15

The usual disclaimer apply.  This is intended for adults over the age of
18, and may not be reproduced without the author's written permission.
This story contains sex between consenting teens and family members and
takes place on a farm so use your imagination.  Yes you read that right,
and this chapter gives some graphic details on that.  So if that offends
you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!

City Boy Farm Boy

*** As we began to surface I felt a hand brush over my cock, then felt it
take ahold of it and squeezing.  I was bothered that Bear would do that,
here with Glenn with us, but as I surfaced saw that Bear was several feet
behind me and could not have done it.

The hand released my cock as Glenn broke the surface.  He averted my eyes
as he swam back from me, his face a bright red color.

Chapter 15

Had it been an accident?  Was it merely a mistake, something that shouldn't
have happened?  Yet he did grab my cock and I know I felt him feeling it,
tugging on it just a bit.  I pushed these thoughts from my mind as Bear
attacked me, swimming over me as he splashed Glenn.

We spent some time swimming and horsing around, but a darkening sky and
distant sound of thunder, cut short or fun.  We headed back to the farm,
running the last hundred yards or so in a complete down pour.  Little
streams of water, coursing down the dirt drive, washing away sections,
leaving a thick sticky mud which caused us all to slip and slide as we
headed for the barn.

Glenn's arms began to wave wildly and his feet began to do a sort of clown
dance as he lost his footing on the now mud slicked drive.  Bear spun
around to help him but was several feet away.  I was closer and reached out
grabbing one of Glenn's arms.  At that moment his feet flew out from under
him, sending him splatting into the mud and jerking me off my feet to
follow.  Bear scampered to keep his footing but his attempt to catch me
sent him face first into the mud, sliding nearly ten feet down the drive.

We were covered in mud.  I mean it was everywhere, even getting down inside
our jeans.  Damion stood in the doorway of the barn laughing his ass off,
as we all tried and failed several times to stand, only to fall again.  Our
attempts to assist each other only causing us to fall again into the
deepening muddy mess.  Finally, now completely covered in mud, we got up on
our hands and knees, slowly crawling up the slope to the concrete floor of
the barn.  We stood and looked at each other as the caked on mud dripped
from our bodies, laughter building as we pointed at each other.

"Check it out," I laughed as I opened my jeans showing my mud covered
privates.  "I even got it down my pants!"  My junk looking like I just dove
into a vat of chocolate pudding.

"Tain't nothing," Bear growled.  He opened his jeans and this huge glob of
mud fell out plopping on the floor!  He shucked his boots and jeans, mud
continuing to fall of his legs.  "I'm covered in this shit!  It's in my
hair.  Up my nose and in my mouth!"  He began spitting as he walked to a
large hose hanging on the wall.  "Come on mud boys, git yer dirty butts
over here."  As Glen and I stripped, Bear began to hose himself off.
Slowly the sexy tanned body I loved seeing came into view.  Damion headed
to the house, leaving us three to finish cleaning, Bear spraying us with
the hose as we helped wash each other.  I lay our filthy jeans and boots
out and Bear sprayed them as best he could.  Damion returned with towels,
saying supper was ready.  We dried off and made a fast naked dash to the
house.



Glenn, Bear and I, went straight to our bedroom, Bear digging around for
something that would fit Glenn.  I plopped back on Damion's bed, happy I
was dry and the warm house.  We were soon dressed and eating dinner.  Glenn
seemed to be keeping his distance, which I think was a good thing.  I had
more than enough with my boys already.



The next day I learned I had to go with my sister to my new school and meet
with my guidance counselor.  She brought me things to wear, but I was
already dressed in some of Bear's nicer jeans and my shirt Mrs. Stewart had
made me.

The forty five minute drive to the school was filled with us talking about
our dad and how he'd come up to make peace with me.  My sister, always the
diplomat, tried to convince me to bury the hatchet and move on.  I remained
silent most of the way, finally telling her, I had listened to him and that
we were on the mend.



Ms. Travis, my councilor, was a nice enough woman in her late twenties.
Quite clearly a lesbian, dressed in jeans and a buttoned shirt.  Her hair
cut into a short guy style, a man's watch adorning her wrist.  The three of
us met for a short time then my sister was asked to leave so Ms. Travis and
I could chat one on one.

She took me on a tour of the school which was much smaller that the huge
city high school I'd gone too.  Hell, this junior senior high was about the
size of just one of the four sections of my old school.  I was introduced
to several of the teachers, all of whom were very nice and laid back.

One teacher I was introduced to was an English teacher named Mr. Lord.  He
was a preppy dressed man in his fifties, who gave off a "gay" sense about
him.  His smile was genuine as he shook my hand and I could clearly see his
eyes looking me up and down.

"Whither wander you," he asked a slight lisp in his voice.  Ms. Travis gave
him a strange look at his question, but it was not lost on me.  Well it did
take me a second to realize what he had said, but putting his question with
the fact he was an English teacher, I knew the response I needed to say:

"Over hill, over dale, through brush, through brier, over park, over pale,
through flood, through fire, I do wander everywhere."  The look on his face
was joyous as he realized I just might know Shakespeare.

"Well my, my, my.  Seems we have a young man who either knows the classics
or is just being a smart ass."  Ms. Travis took a step back as Mr. Lord
tapped his finger to his cheek thinking.  "OK smarty pants, try this one.
What is Portia's response to Shylock when the judge finds in his favor?
Ha, I got you on that one."  He took a defiant pose, looking at me over his
half glasses giving me a wink.

" 'But wait a moment. There's something else. This contract doesn't give
you any blood at all. The words expressly specify "a pound of flesh." So
take your penalty of a pound of flesh, but if you shed one drop of
Christian blood when you cut it, the state of Venice will confiscate your
land and property under Venetian law.'  Merchant of Venice Act one, scene
four," I paused.  "No, Act four scene 1 in the Venice court, when Shylock
is going to take payment for the loan."

"OK you two are way over my head," Ms. Travis commented.  Mr. Lord, shooed
her away, saying he'd finish my tour, putting his arm around my shoulder
and leading me away.

"So are you schooled in Shakespeare?  Cody is it?"

"Not really Sir, just like Shakespeare I guess."  I paused, realizing he
still had his arm on my shoulder.  "But you did pick pretty well known
parts."  Mr. Lord laughed.

"When I saw you I was reminded of Puck."  I stopped and looked at him
smiling.

"I did, do?"  I shook my head as I was flustered suddenly.

"Yes," he chuckled.  "I mean no offence son, you have a mischievous look
about you is all."  His hand ruffled my hair, "Hiding any horns up here?"
He gave me a playful nudge as we continued walking.

He led me around ending my tour in the auditorium where we sat a few rows
back from the stage.  He told me he taught high level English than he
thought I would take right away, but that he also taught a drama and a
Shakespeare class that he thought I might enjoy.

Clearly this man was at least BI, but he was non-threatening.  I know he'd
checked me out and it didn't bother me.  I actually felt honored that he
thought me cute enough to continue to check me out.  We continued talking,
him hinting around that his office door was always open should I need
someone to talk to.

"I know a new school can be rough and sometimes making friends is hard."  I
told him I had already made some friends and about Barrett being in the
same grade as me.  Mr. Lord looked up thoughtfully, repeating Bear's name.

"Right, Barrett Stewart, has a brother named Damion."  I nodded.  "Yes, I
had his brother in senior English, smart boy.  Haven't had Barrett yet,"
his words falling short.  "Haven't had him in class..."  A panicked look
spread on his face.  "I have not had the opportunity to instruct him in
class yet," his words carefully spoken, a look of relief on his face.
"Good kids both of them."  He again looked at me to gauge my reaction.  I
nodded looking away.

"Yes sir, really good."  I couldn't believe I had said that.  I could feel
my face blushing and couldn't look at him.  I felt him elbow me and I
finally turned to see him smiling.  He winked at me again.

"Fear not my handsome Puck, your mischief shall remain my secret."  He held
out his pinky and looked at me.  "Pinky swear."  My first thought was how
queer, but I quickly took his pinky with mine and repeated his words.

"Pinky swear."  He ruffled my hair and said we should get going.



He dropped me off at Ms. Travis' office, commenting that I might be
interested in his drama and Shakespeare classes.  I was given a class book
and told to pick five classes so they could set up my schedule.  My sister
was not happy that I asked for time to go over the booklet so I could make
good choices, but Ms. Travis agreed that it was a step in the right
direction and would let me have a week.  She highlighted Mr. Lord's classes
and let us know he held several degrees in English and Literature.



My sister and I left, heading into town for lunch.  After burgers and fries
she had an appointment to arrange a funeral and left me to myself to
explore.  I wandered the main street, actually the only street with
anything on it.  There were lots of boutique type stores as this was a
tourist town and most everything was way overpriced.  I saw one place
called Blackthorn's where a huge fake horse stood out front.  The paint was
worn from all the people petting it, but it was anatomically correct
reminding me of Lancelot.  I wandered in just looking to kill time.

A myriad of souvenirs in all shapes and sizes cluttered every inch of
space.  Quite a few tourists milled around, as I wandered aimlessly among
them.  I was checking out the many different snow globes when I felt a hand
to my shoulder.

"Cody?  Wow, never thought I'd see you in here," I turned to see Joel, the
football jock from the BBQ standing there.  Dressed to the nines in a shirt
and tie, his name badge proclaiming him assistant manager.

"Hey hi, you work here?"  I asked him shaking his hand.

"Yeah parent's place, kinda expected to do time here."  His laughter was
genuine and his smile real.  "What brings you to the big city," he joked
spreading his arms wide in jest.  I explained having to register for school
and that my sister was planning funeral.  He was quick to comment on
knowing who had died and how she'd been a pillar of the community.

I followed him as he went to the counter to ring up sales, our conversation
mostly about life in the small town.  I admit I couldn't help myself and
checked him out as much as I could without getting caught.  He was a good
looking guy, ruggedly built.  He was close to six feet tall and his slacks
showed off his muscled butt.  He reminded me of a preppy from back home,
but his accent didn't fit well with how he was dressed and was making me
smile.

"So ah, you and Barrett are kinda tight huh?"  His eyes slowly looking to
mine.  I knew he was fishing for information.

"Yeah, he was the first person to be nice to me.  We met up at Miller's
pond."  I shook my head, "Most of the others were just looking and
whispering with each other.  Bear wasn't like that at all."  I paused for a
second thinking back.  "He's a really nice guy, I'm glad we are friends."

"Yeah, people round here can be jerks until they know you.  Most will
tolerate you but some will just not ever like you."  He patted my back.
"I'm sorry if I appeared like an ass, guess I'm like the others."  He shook
his head as he turned and faced me leaning back on the counter.  "Schools
gonna be weird bud, lots of cliques and most of um don't like the others."
He looked at me with a sort of worried look.  "I'm not trying to be a dick
or nothing, but two of the biggest cliques are the farmers and the jocks
and shit, they hate each other."  I knew what he was saying, I'd seen
similar things at my old school.  He slapped the bill of my ball cap down
playfully, "Don't you worry none boy, I'll have your back long as you have
mine."  I looked up at him from the stool I sat on, from under my hat and
smiled.  He patted my leg with a huge smile.  "Who knows, maybe you and me
can break down the walls and bring peace to the jocks and farmers."

Before I could answer a tall lanky man came out from the back.  He was
clearly the owner and although older, still had that athletic look about
him.  I was correct this was Joel's dad and he recognized me right off as
the jumping champ.

"Nice to see you boys becoming friends," he said shaking my hand.  He
excused himself, taking Joel with him, Joel telling me to not move, that
he'd be right back.  I sat there alone watching the tourists as they
marveled at all the nick nacks.



My sister walked in, saying she knew I'd be in here.  Joel and his dad
reappeared and my sister began talking to his dad about some cards for the
funeral.  Seems in addition to the store they also ran a printing business.

"So hey, my dad is giving me the day off and well I was thinking, if you
ain't doing nothing, maybe we could go riding?"  I looked at him.  "I could
say meet you at your place and we could hit some trials."

"I gotta check if I can go, see if I got work to do but sure."  I said.  He
smiled nodding.

"That's right, you're a working stiff now huh?"  How did he know that I
wondered?

"Yeah, so I gotta check in and see, that OK?"

"Yep.  How bout I just come over and if you're working no big deal, maybe I
give you a hand?  Say I meet you at your place in an hour?"

"OK, but I don't live with my sister..."

"Yeah I know your living at Barrett's place."  I was stunned by his words.
He started laughing, then slapped the bill of my cap up.  "Bud one thing
that sucks about living in a small town, we all know everything."  He gave
me a little shove.  "Ain't no secrets round here."  He smiled and winked,
"No secrets."



My sister dropped me off at the farm and I learned that all the work was
done.  Bear said his parents had gone up north for the afternoon and how
bored he was without me around.  I told him about my day as I stripped
outta my clothes, flopping to Damian's bed pulling him on top of me.

He was out of his clothes in a flash, me kissing his salty skin as he
stripped.  I had my face buried in his moist pits, sniffing the scent that
was only his, tasting his sweat, twirling my tongue through his course pit
hair.

As he wriggled on top of me, my cock pressed between his cheeks, my head
rubbing over his hole.  I was pleasantly surprised when Bear began pushing
back on my cock, his pucker kissing my cock head hard.  He attacked my
mouth with his.

"Ya wanna fuck me stud?  Does my city boy wanna ram his big ol' cock in his
farm boy's tight ass?"  I moaned that I did as we continued to kiss.  I
hear the click from the lube bottle and felt as Bear smeared the cool slick
lube on my cock and his ass.  Even though I was going to fuck him, he
remained in control.  This was his role in our relationship and I would
always submit to him.  We were equals in all other things, but here, in our
personal times he was my king and I his prince.

My cock pushed up into him, his tightness gripping my cock, almost pushing
it back into me.  We groaned together at this feeling and he moved around,
his ass tugging on my cock.

"I ain't gotten fucked by Pa in a long time, so I'm a lot tight."  His
words laced with lust as he said that.  My cock throbbing hard as I heard
him say his dad fucks him.  He pushed against my shoulders, sitting up, his
ass swallowing my entire cock.  "Pa loves it when I do that to him.  Says
he likes my tight pussy sucking on his big dick."  He leaned down and
kissed me passionately.  "Only time I get bent seeing someone else fucking
my boy is when I see Pa doing it to you.  I mean I loves seeing his daddy
cock tearing into ya, but like I want it in me too."

My cock lurched deep in his ass and I began to cum like I had never cum
before.  My orgasm ripped through every nerve in my body as I pulled him
tight to me.  I was mad I came so fast, but it was too late to stop.  I
gave in and filed him with my boy cream.

Bear pulled from me and began riding me like he was on a bucking bronco.
His strong legs lifting himself up and down on my cock.  His big meat
slapping against my abs as I twitched and jerked under him, the severe
sensitivity of my cock driving me crazy.  I reached for his cock, but he
moved my hand away.

"No I ain't gonna nut yet," he growled through clenched teeth, his spit
flying out onto me.  "I'm gonna ride yer cock and make ya pump more of that
ball juice in me.  He was so sexy like this.  Like a lunatic, humping his
tightness on my cock.  "Come on Cody, fuck me dam it!"

I began to thrust up into him with all I had to give.  His tight ass
pulling and sucking on my cock hard.  I could feel his hand roughly pulling
on my balls, grunting that they were too tight and he needed to pull them
down to make me last.

"Pa saws tight balls mean yous gonna nut so drop them balls boy.  Yeah come
on stud boy fuck me hard.  Breed me like our Pa does."  Oh my God, his
constant reference to his dad fucking us was making it so hard to not cum.
My cock was aching, thrusting harder and harder into my love's tight hole.

Bear suddenly rose up and my cock pulled from his ass with the most
seductive sucking sound I ever heard.  He nearly jumped over my head,
shoving his wet hole to my mouth.

"Eat me," he demanded moving his hole over my mouth.  I gripped his legs,
pulling him down, my mouth sucking his pucker which began to give up my
ball juice.  The musky taste made my head swim, bringing me closer to
cuming again.  "No, not yet boy," he growled smacking my side.  "You can't
nut again till I say so."  He pressed his ass to my lips harder, "lick it
all outta me stud," his balls hot on my eyes.  "Awe fuck you're good boy,
yeah keep eating my pussy boy.  I could feel him working his ass, giving me
my cum in little bits, then rubbing his tight hole over my lips.  He again
suddenly rose up and moved back, pushing my cock into his ass.  His face to
mine, he started licking my mouth, cleaning me of his ass juice.

He pulled up so just my head was clamped in his hole.  He was leaning back,
one hand gripping my balls, squeezing them almost to the point of pain.
His cock seemed bigger than normal, dark in color, drooling a near stream
of pre which slide off my abs like a river.  I could see his piss slit
winking at me and then with a sudden lurch, it spit white hot cum, blasting
my face with long ropes of his boy seed.

His hole gripped my head as his hand squeezed my shaft and I too began to
cum an epic amount into him.  I was nearly blinded as his cum covered my
face, his cock, still throbbing, now drooling his juice as his orgasm
subsided.

He lifted up and I watched as my softening cock plopped from his ass,
followed by a large amount of my cum, which drooled over my limp cock.
Bear wasted no time and began to lick and clean my cock.  He moved to my
face where he sucked up his cum then kissing me, shared our loads with me.
We were a mess.  Covered in sweat and cum, we lay together laughing.

"I really do love you city boy, ya know that right?"

"Ayup," I replied rubbing my cumy face to his.

"Let's see if we can go again," Bear said seductively.  "Ma and Pa are gone
till tonight and Dami is gone for another hour."  He began rubbing his semi
hard cock on mine, as we heard the sounds of a horse outside.  "Sounds like
Kenny's here, wanna see if he wants to join us?"

"Um, I think its Joel," I said.  I quickly told of how I'd met up with him
in town and how he'd suggested a ride.  Bear seemed shocked at first, but
as I told him quickly about meeting him and the conversation, he relaxed.



"Cody?  Barrett?  Hey you guys around?"  Joel's voice called out.  I went
to the window and leaned out to see him on his horse.

"Hi, down in a second."  I saw how his face changed as Bear leaned over me.
A quick look of surprise followed by a smile as he waived at us.  I
realized my nakedness and now Bear nearly climbing over me made it clear to
even a dork we'd been messing around.  We pulled back from the window, Bear
immediately pulling me into a kiss which I know Joel saw.  I looked at
Bear, not resisting his advance.

"Just want jock boy to know who you belong to and that he don't stand a
chance," Bear said biting my lip.  I smiled at him.

"It's not like that, I don't think he is looking for anything but
friendship," I ran my fingers through his long hair as I knew he liked.
Bear slapped my ass.

"Good cuz he can't have you.  You are all mine."



We washed and dressed quickly, heading out to find Joel sitting on the
porch, his horse, a shiny black, spirited beast tied to the railing.  Joel
blushed as we walked out, Bear taking his time to button his shirt, then
opening his jeans to tuck it in.

"Hey, hope I didn't interrupt nothing," Joel said as his eyes quickly
scoped us out as he stood.  He was such a jock, dressed in a NIKE t shirt
and Reebok shorts and sneakers.  Bear and I were as always, dressed
similarly, with button shirts, jeans and boots.

"Nah," Bear said, hitching his belt lower.  Joel smiled.  I realized Bear's
'coolness' was breaking the ice between them and lightening the mood.  We
saddled our horses and headed off.



As we rode, the conversation was on-going.  I was happy to see Bear and
Joel chatting openly.  We rode for several hours, giving the horses a nice
workout ending up at the quarry, where we unsaddled them and let them cool
off at the small shore.  We lounged for a bit in the grass nearby until
Bear slapped my chest saying we should take a dip.  I was worried how Joel
would react but was happy when he jumped up and began to strip off his
shirt.

"Fuck, thought you guys would never ask," he said tossing his shirt at Bear
with a slight snap.  Bear grabbed at the shirt, tugging it from Joel's
grip.

"Didn't know if-n you'd want to, you knowing bout us now."

"You think you are the only butt pirates I know?  Christ, you need to walk
in the locker room after practice."  He shucked his shorts standing over us
exposing the top portion of cock and pubes.  "Now don't be thinking I am
pirate, cuz I ain't OK?"  his smile was friendly and fun.

"K," Bear snapped.  "Just don't be a freaking if-n we be a looking."

"Look but don't touch," Joel said as he slid his shorts off, kicking them
to me.  He then ran off into the water.



We spent the afternoon goofing off at the quarry, Joel terrified of jumping
from the top, saying he was scared of heights.  I was happy to have made a
new friend and even more happy that he and Bear were getting along.  We
rode home, heading back via Kenny's ranch but he was not home.  Joel left
us at his house, which I learned was on the same road as Bear's and Kenny's
place.

Back at home, we bedded the horses and were planning on a night together,
when Mr. Stewart drove in alone.  Bear and I were shirtless tidying up the
barn when he walked in.

"Howdy studs, how's it hanging."  He chuckled playfully adding, "Knowing
you two bucks, it ain't hanging at all."  He grouped himself with an evil
smile on his face.  Bear was leaning on a post and I was backed up to
moveable fence.  "Ya Ma's staying up with yer Aunt for some girl time, so
it's just us.  Y'all know what that means right?  Yer Pa needs some
loving," he rubbed his crotch again, using his fingers to show us his cock
stretching down his leg.  I stood up and Mr. Stewart held out his hand.
"Nope, not now, not here."  I was confused at this.  "Get your tight
pussies in the house.  Get yer butts washed and make me my dinner.  Time
you learn how to really make a real man happy."

Bear and I started for the house, Mr. Stewart grabbing our arms as we
passed.  He swiftly lifted his leg bending me over it and slapped my ass
hard making me squeal.

"Y'all best be on yer best behavior or else I will paddle yer butts."  We
responded with a clear 'Yes Sir' and ran to the house, Mr. Stewart
following close behind.  "Go on, get your nasty butts showered and make me
my dinner, go on git!"  This was a new side of him and I was liking it.



We wasted no time, and were showered, changed and running to the kitchen in
no time flat.  We passed Mr. Stewart as he relaxed in the living room, his
voice bellowing for us to 'STOP'!  We went and stood before him, his eyes
looking us up and down.  His shirt was open exposing his hairy chest and
his jeans were folded over a nearby chair, leaving him in just his thin
boxers.

"Y'all gots too much on.  Strip, now," he growled.  We did as instructed
and as soon as I was pulling my boxers down he yanked me over his lap.  His
hand smacked my ass hard, but each slap was followed with a loving rub.
"Sometimes a Pa needs to spank his sons for no reason.  Gots to show um who
the daddy is."  Bear stood watching, a smile on his face as his dad
continued to spank me.  Wipe that smirk offa yer face turd brain, yous
next."

Before I was released, Mr. Stewart spit on his hand, rubbing it in my crack
and shoving his fat middle finger in as deep as he could.  I groaned loud,
pushing my ass back on his finger.

"MMM, uhh, yes.  Thank you sir."  He removed his finger giving it a sniff.

"Fuck boy, yer pussy is sweeeet tonight."  He then yanked Bear to his lap
where Bear squirmed and writhed, begging like a little boy to not be
spanked.  I saw the joy on his dad's face at this.  Mr. Stewart smacked him
hard, Bear grimacing with each reddening slap.  "I gots to teach you boys
not to be so damn sexy.  Strutting about half naked.  Teasing yer old man
like y'all do every day."  SMACK, SMACK.  "Y'all's tight asses wiggling
about in yer jeans.  Dang little perverts teasing yer Pa, making his pecker
all hard and wet.  Making yer Pa want to just rip your clothes off and
pound yer tight boy pussies."

I was so loving this aggressive dominant side of Mr. Stewart.  I was so
horny right then my cock started to drool pre.  Mr. Stewart collected some
and repeated the fingering I had received on Bear.

"Looks like I gots me two tight boys who need their Pa to stretch them wide
tonight."  He released Bear and stood up, his hard on nearly ripping though
the thin fabric.  He spun us to inspect out butts, I thought he was going
to just fuck us right there but no.  He spread out cheeks and quickly
licked his tongue over our puckers.  "MMM, ain't nothing better than some
sweet, tight boy pussy to drive an old man crazy."  He kissed both of our
holes, rubbing our cheeks.  "Naw y'all don't be touching yer peckers or
each other's fer that matter.  Yer Pa here is gonna shower and when I'm
done y'all better be naked and ready on my bed."  He headed up stairs
leaving me and Bear standing there.

I shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.  Bear looked at me and
smiled.

"You ready for Pa to make you his son?"  Bear turned to face me.  "I ain't
seen him this hot and horny in a long ass time.  Last time he fucked me for
hours and I could hardly walk in the morning."  He grabbed my hand and
pulled me along with him.  "Come'on boy, Pa don't like to be kept waitin."

I entered Bear's parent's room, the walls adorned with photos of the boys
at different ages and pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Stewart.  There were even
some of him in uniform and some of him serving in Vietnam.  Bear motioned
me over to a closet where he pulled out a large framed object.  Attached
inside were medals and ribbons from his father's time in the military.
Bear quietly telling me what each one was.

"I don't like showing um off much.  Too many bad memories," Mr. Stewart's
quiet voice came from behind us.

"Sorry Pa," Bear whispered looking down.  I also whispered an apology, now
feeling very bad I had invaded his private things.

"S'OK boys," he said stepping between us, his hands on our shoulders.
"They give you this shit for stuff ya done.  All of it is crap.  The glory
of war."  He fell silent, his hands gripping us hard.  "I'll tell y'all
bout it later.  Right now, yer Pa needs you to make him happy.  He rubbed
Bear's back.  "Y'all are my special boys and make me a happy man.  I'm so
proud of you, both of you."  He griped my waist and lifted me up.  I
wrapped my legs around him as he looked at me.  "I ain't about to try and
replace yer real Pa Cody.  Ain't my place to even try.  But this
Mr. Stewart crap has gots to stop."  I nodded.  I felt safe in his strong
arms, safer than I had ever felt in my own dad's arms.  This was not the
security I felt when Bear held me that was love.  This was safety and
protection from a man.  A big strong sexy man.  I hugged him tight, making
him groan at my grip.  I felt his lips kissing my shoulder and Bear coming
to hug us both.

We were suddenly falling back, crashing to the bed in a heap.  The sounds
of our young laughter and his gruff manly laugh filled the room.

"Yer Ma won't be back till tomorrow afternoon and yer brother is staying
down at college.  Yer Ma done told me to make sure I take good care of
y'all or she'd tan my hide."  He wrestled us around, his strength amazing.
Now under him he acted like a big bear, growling and snapping at us
playfully.  He kissed his son their tongues clearing fighting with the
others.  He pulled back and told Bear to go get his box, their eyes looking
over to me.  Bear squealed happily.

"Baby," Bear said to me, "you are so gonna love this."  Mr. Stewart moved
over me.

"Oh yeah yer gonna love it kiddo, trust me."  He mashed his scruffy face to
mine, kissing me like he had just kissed his son.









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