Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2007 09:40:13 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Other Little House 22

Chapter 22
And Our First Day


Brent went down to the stream and retrieved our boots and socks and then
went to the barn to feed the livestock and get the morning milk while I
turned the chickens out and grained them and gathered the mornings eggs.
By the time Brent brought the house milk up to the house I had flat
biscuits in the oven, bacon fried and was ready to pour the omelet batter
into the hot iron skillet. Brent strained the rich Jersey milk through
cheesecloth while I got the omelet started. The skillet was a big one, so
I could make an omelet big enough for both of us at one time. Once the
top was starting to set I sprinkled some coarse-ground pepper over the
whole omelet and then covered half of the omelet with thick slices of
ripe tomatoes fresh from the garden. I crumbled the crisp bacon over the
tomato slices and then folded the omelet in half and let it finish
cooking while I put plates and tinware on the table and Brent put two
mason jars of fresh warm milk at our places.

Brent washed his hands at the kitchen sink again and I cut the omelet in
the skillet and carried it to the table where I slid about two-thirds
onto Brent's plate and one-third onto my plate. Brent started to
protest, but I shushed him.

"Look at the size of us. Anyway, there's plenty more where that came
from if we're still hungry. Now sit down and start eating before it gets
cold."

Brent just said, "Boy, you sure get bossy in the kitchen." and sat
down. I used a folded towel to pull the flat biscuits from the oven and
put them on another dish I'd had warming on the shelf of the woodstove.
I was going to have to make some more butter, plenty for the biscuits and
bread and my butt as well.

I put the biscuits on the table and sat down. Brent had waited for me. As
soon as I was seated Brent folded his hands and bowed his head. A few
seconds later, so did I.

"Thank you for this food Lord," Brent prayed, "and thank you for
bringing Jason into my life. Amen."

Brent was to repeat that prayer every morning we spent together. And I
never ceased to thank heaven for Brent at the same time in my heart.
Brent dove into the food with a hearty appetite and embarrassed me with a
constant stream of compliments for the food. He'd never had an omelet
and he'd never tasted biscuits like that and he made sure I knew that he
appreciated good food. I told him a little bit about the old cook in the
brothel that had taught me to cook ever since I was big enough to climb a
stool up to the kitchen counter. I'd always liked the kitchen and
enjoyed helping prepare the food, and that was paying off now.

After breakfast Brent pulled on a pair of bluejeans, thanked me for
breakfast and gave me a kiss before heading down to the barn. I washed
the dishes and poured the cream off the milk and started making butter.
The rich Jersey milk flaked up quickly and I soon had a good lump of
butter. I made a mental note that since we didn't have a calf to
sacrifice, I needed to get some rennet when we went to town so I could
make some cheese. I made another mental note to get Brent to show me how
to milk the nanny goats so I could make goat cheese as well.

As I cleaned and straightened that morning I made many mental notes about
changes I wanted to make and things I would need. Brent had put in a good
sink with warm water from the storage tank built into the top of the
range and cold water from a hand pump. The stove was small and old and
cranky, but sufficed to work on for now. I saw a couple of fat prairie
hens out the back window and used Brent's old shotgun to begin preparing
them for dinner. The shot flushed a deer out of the garden and the other
barrel did for the doe what the first barrel had done for both prairie
hens. Looked like I had my work cut out for me. Brent was watching me
from the barn and I waved to him to let him know everything was OK.

About one o'clock I went down to the barn to tell Brent that dinner was
ready. I had the doors open to help cool the house, but it was a pleasure
to get out in the open air, hot as it was. Brent was sweating up a storm
in the barn and when I asked him what he was doing he stopped work and
showed me.

He was building a box stall in the corner of the barn for Dancer to birth
her foal in. It was going to be a fancy one, like in the breeding farms
back East. The outside walls were going to be well fitted pine boards but
he was already starting on a slanted inner wall that he was making with
well cured oak boards that he was planing and sanding to a fine, smooth
finish. He already had one six-by-six post set in a rock pit and fastened
with braces to the massive overhead crossbeam and had the other four
posts laid out on the ground.

I was amazed that he'd managed to move the heavy posts, they were at
least sixteen feet long, by himself and told him not to be stupid and to
get me to help when he had something like that to move. He blushed and
said that he was so used to having to do things himself that he'd just
plain forgotten that he had help now. I inspected the piles of pine
boards he'd laid out for the outside walls and marveled at the finish he
was laboring to put on the oaken inside boards. I ended up just staring
at this man who was putting so much hard work into preparing a special
place for my filly to have her first foal. I made up my mind that I was
going to have to make special efforts to take care of this very special
man, starting with getting him cleaned up for dinner.

"It's time for dinner." I said. "But I need to get you cleaned up
first." I reached over to him and he sucked in his gut so I could start
unbuttoning his bluejeans. I bent over to push his jeans down and
something warm and fleshy flipped out of his pants and thumped me in the
forehead. The smell of hard-working, sweaty male flesh caused my nostrils
to flare and my tongue to swell. My hands automatically left his pants
and skinned down his shaft to retract the loose foreskin and expose the
bright rose colored plum shaped knob to my eyes. My mouth stretched wide
and moved over the primed head as my hands continued down into the sweaty
crotch. His balls and inner legs were slick with sweat and crotch cheese
and he leaned forward into my mouth and lifted and spread his knees to
give my hands free access to the humid depths of his groin.

I pulled back from him and my hands guided his funk covered ballsack into
my mouth. Licking and sucking my face wallowed in jubilation until every
bit of sweat and male effluvia had been cleaned up and replaced with a
coating of my slaver.

"NOW!" Brent said as he grabbed my head and fucked his cock into my
mouth. Trembling up on his toes and keeping his knees spread so that my
hands could work feverishly on his balls, Brent teetered on the edge of
loosing control as he fucked my head and his cock together until he was
able to work my throat open so that he could fuck long strokes from my
mouth to as far as he could reach down my throat. His advancing strokes
kept me on the edge of choking and gaging until he was able to penetrate
me completely, the bile from my stomach burning until the thick mucus was
exuded and gave Brent the slickest of all fuck paths.

Once Brent had me completely opened up to his fucking lust he leaned over
my back and started to fingerfuck me with both hands as he hunched
against my face with ever fiercer thrusts. My arms went up between his
legs and bent over his buttocks, keeping his knees spread as he
face-fucked me, his long ballsack wrapping around my chin and slamming
his balls into my distended throat with each intense thrust as rivulets
of sweat poured from his body to my already sweaty body.

Two fingers from each hand inserted deeply into my asshole, Brent lifted
and strained me against him as he ground his pubic hair against my face
and his cock swelled until I thought I'd rip open. Gasping and crying
out with need, the hard muscled stud above me began to shoot wad after
wad of hot male semen deeply inside of me. Refusing to retreat at all but
trying to bury his cock even deeper into me with every expulsion of his
frothing sperm.

I clamped my butt muscles around his fingers and sucked on him as hard as
I could. Using my tongue and turtle-necking my throat muscles, I worked
on his cock as much and as hard as I could, chewing on the base of his
cock with my teeth, all in an attempt to make him fuck me even harder and
deeper and to force more and more of his cum into my willing, needy,
craving stomach.

Trembling, gasping for air and pouring streams of sweat, Brent and I
clung together as we forced the last of our orgasms, Brent feeding my
throat with untasted dollops of his cream. Trying to service Brent, my
orgasm had started at the same time as his and had matched him spurt for
spurt. My cock had remained untouched throughout the interaction, yet
Brent's intensity had carried me along with him through penetration,
rising ardor, and final culmination as my seed sprayed across the sawdust
and shavings Brent had let collect around his workplace.

From my position under Brent, still nursing on his softening semen
inserter, I was able to peek past his heaving belly. Dancer and
Nighthawk, side by side, were peering over the half-door, watching our
antics with perked ears. It looked to me like Nighthawk was taking notes.
Across from them, all three milch cows stood chewing their cud, their
soft brown eyes placidly observing and wondering what all this new
activity portended. Through the open door on that side I could see the
curl-horned Billy goat attending to some business of his own with one of
the nanny goats, his big balls swinging with his efforts. Around us,
various chickens searched the floor of the barn for insects and bits of
stray grain, totally unconcerned by anything either Brent or myself might
be doing.

Reluctantly, Brent and I separated and went out to the barnyard water
pump and washed most of the dirt and sweat off of each other, Brent
taking a careful time to clean the insides of my mouth with his tongue.
Laughing and talking about the days work, we air dried as we walked back
to the house.

Brent stayed naked while I put dinner on the table. Buttermilk, fresh
baked biscuits and bread and unsalted butter, fried green tomatoes and
okra, steamed peas in the pod, chard and cabbage salad, roasted deer
liver, and baked prairie hen, stuffed with carrots and rice and wrapped
in ransom leaves. Finally, I put down a thick crusted pie I'd made from
dried apples Brent had stored.

Brent just sat, blinking, watching all the food appearing on the table.
When I finally laid down the pie on the last open place on the table, he
turned to me, "Well, I wasn't actually hungry." he said.

Stunned, I just stood there staring at him until he finally cracked up
and started laughing, pointing at the look on my face. Furious, I
barreled into him, knocking him and his chair over onto the ground with
me on top. I tried to punish him and he was so weak with laughter that he
wasn't very effective fighting me off. We tussled across the bare floor,
me trying to control him and he easily avoiding my traps until he finally
rolled over on top of me and pinned me down, quieting me with a lingering
kiss. I felt his gathering erection tracing across my belly and looked
down between us just as the moisture seeking eye came up to center and
stared back at me.

Pushing against Brent's chest, I said, "We'd better stop this now or
dinner will get cold."

All Brent said was, "I like cold food," as he laid his weight on top of
me. Forgetting all about dinner, I lifted my legs out and around until I
could hook my heels over his broad shoulders. Brent shifted back a bit
and when he came back forward the accuracy of the moisture seeking eye
was proven as it impinged dead center on my weeping, pulsing damp spot.
Brent reached up to the table and, the successful eye still buried in its
target, slathered a handful of butter over his shaft and head and my
bottom. That task taken care of, the big body laid back down on me, the
thick shaft seating itself totally inside of me in the process.

I was in no mood to be teased any further and began to work myself
against the hunky body covering mine. Brent soon responded with some
pretty severe action of his own and we were soon rolling across the floor
again, our wrestling match renewed, only with Brent's cock up my ass
this time. I used just a little bit of my martial arts knowledge to
maneuver Brent under me so I could give him a thorough fucking with my
asshole. He fought back gallantly, but soon succumbed to my efforts with
hard hunching slams of his pubic region against my anal region as his
inner region emptied itself into my hard worked slippery region.

Panting and smiling at each other, still excited and emotionally high
with our joyful fucking we scrambled to our feet, Brent's still
half-hard slithering out of my greased up fuck sheath. Holding hands like
a couple of kids on holiday, we ran out to the outhouse and quickly
washed each other clean.

Our other appetite at a demanding peak, We barreled back into the house
and did our best to eat everything on the table, our teenaged appetites
raging with need. After gorging ourselves, we went out front and Brent
laid down in the grass on the berm under the big shade tree on the south
side of the house. I snuggled into the space between his side and his arm
and laid my head on the broad, flat plate of his chest. Within seconds,
we were both softly snoring the heat of the afternoon away.

After our siesta, Brent cuddled me for a little while and then went back
down to the barn to continue his work and I went back to the house to
clean up the dinner mess and to make further plans.

Just before dark, I went down to the barn to help Brent with the chores
again and to inspect the work he'd done. Nighthawk greeted me from
Dancers back, where he was busy making sure she was in foal. Brent
greeted me with a heated erection that he'd gotten watching his stallion
and managed to cum inside of me at the same time Nighthawk was once again
impregnating Dancer. Both Dancer and I seemed to be equally happy with
the efforts of our respective stallions.

Brent had made considerable progress in preparing the oak boards and it
looked to me like he'd be able to start the actual construction of the
box stall in a couple of days more work. We fed the stock and gave the
evening milk to the pigs and calves. We cleaned up the shavings that
Brent had made to reduce the fire hazard and then went down to bathe,
followed closely by our guardian horses. Our evening routine was being
set.

In the middle of washing me, Brent held me down and sucked me off while
he fingerfucked me but he refused to let me touch him sexually. Said he
had some special plans for me in bed that night and figured he was going
to need all the energy and spunk he could save up. My butthole kept
clenching and throbbing just thinking about it.

In response to his teasing I told him that I had something special that
I'd planned to share this evening, but if he was mean, I'd keep it to
myself. In conciliation, Brent let me wash him, but made me promise to
hold back on any more sex until we were in bed. Happily, I agreed and
very much enjoyed washing and touching Brent without any overt sexuality.

On the way back to the house, I walked with Dancer and she let me know
that she was very happy. That pleased me to know that she seemed as
satisfied with our new environment as I was. When  we got to the barn we
put the horses up for the night in the same paddock and gave them a
special feed of grain. Both horses stayed with us, begging for attention
until we started to leave and they wandered over to their manger to
nuzzle up the grain.

I led Brent into the barn where I gathered up my saddlebags and asked
Brent to carry my saddle up to the house. He hefted the saddle and said,
"I meant to tell you that we ought to find a decent saddle for Dancer.
This old Spanish saddle weighs entirely too much for a little filly like
her.

I just smiled at him and said, "I agree."

When we got up to the house I asked Brent to put the saddle on the
kitchen table and to take a seat. I put the saddlebags over the back of
one of the high, ladderback kitchen chairs.

"Did you mean what you said about being partners, Brent?"

He looked at me closely. "I did."

"You're willing to take me on as an equal partner. You've got the five
sections of land claimed and paid for, the ranch and all you've built,
the livestock and all the planning and work and all I've got is some
clothes, some old tack and my butt. And you call that even?"

Brent slammed his fist into the table. "Dammit, Jason! It ain't your
butt! It's you! I want you to be with me and to share my life with me
and the only way we can do that is 50--50. As EQUAL partners. Sharing
everything right up the middle. Oh, there's some sorts of work you do
better that me, and some sorts of work I do better than you. But that's
just natural. Don't you understand, Jason. I love you, and I want you to
love me --- on equal terms. I don't want to be the boss and you to be
like a hired hand. I want to share with you , Jason. It's like we can
fuck each other, but we both know that we both like it most when I fuck
you. So what! That just means we each have our special ways. We're still
equal anyways."

I smiled at Brent's red face. Sweeping my arm across my possessions, I
said, "So you think that what I'm bringing to the relationship is
enough to be equal partners?"

"YES!"

Standing up straight, I said, "OK. Equal partners. Fifty--fifty. What's
mine is yours, and what is yours is mine and it's all ours, right?"

Still a little angry at me, Brent said, "YES!" quite emphatically.

"Seal it with a kiss?" I asked.

Brent got up and took me in his arms, taking a handful of hair at the
back of my head he tilted my head back and gave me the strongest,
longest, most loving kiss I'd ever experienced. Happy, I stood there and
took it and tried to give back as good as I was getting. By the time
Brent was done sealing the bargain, I was flustered and so ready that
Nighthawk could have fucked me without trouble. I pushed Brent back and
shook my head to clear the cobbly-wobbles.

"Sit down," I said to Brent. "It's time you knew more about me."

I went over to the board counter by the stove and picked up a knife I'd
specially sharpened that afternoon while Brent sat back down. I went to
the table and started cutting the waxed linen threads that held the
saddle leather together over the high, wide  and thick cantle and pommel
tree. Once all the threads were cut I started pulling the covering tooled
leather away from the underlying wood and rawhide. The front opened like
a clamshell and I reached down and started extracting rolls of gold coins
that had been firmly packed in the hidden space by sheaves of paper 100,
500 and 1,000 dollar bills. All in hard Union gold notes. Once the cantle
was empty I pulled the leather back from the wide pommel tree and began
scooping out gold and silver and platinum jewelry that was liberally
covered with diamonds, rubies , emeralds and less precious stones, all of
which had been packed in more paper notes, including four $10,000 notes,
one of which fell to the floor as I worked to empty the second hidden
chamber in the big saddle.

Brent just sat dumbfounded, staring at the ruined saddle and unruly pile
of gold, gems and cash as I cut the lacing holding the saddlebags to the
carrying strap that fitted over the back of the horse and saddle. The
space between the bags and the strap contained more paper, printed in
fancy designs. I gathered them all in my hand and put the on the table.

"The last I checked, these bonds were worth a little over $500,000."
Holding my breath, I waited for Brent to react.

He just sat there, staring at the trove for a long time and then, without
moving his eyes, "Jesus Fucking Christ," breathed out of his lips.

He finally snapped out of his shock and shot to his feet, glaring at me
with wild eyes, "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, Jason! We've got to bury this
stuff RIGHT NOW! I doubt they'll ever find you out here, but if they do
I'll stand by you, no matter what."

It was my turn to be dumbfounded until it finally dawned on me that Brent
thought all of this was stolen. I broke out laughing.

"GOD DAMMIT," Brent roared, "What's so fucking funny?"

Trying to control my laughing, I gasped, "Brent. None of this is stolen.
It's all mine. It's my dowry. My half of the partnership. You're going
to stick by your bargain aren't you?"

"You're wealthy. You could buy this place a thousand times over."

"No! WE have enough resources to start this place right instead of
working ourselves to death for forty years just so someone else can
gather in the benefits when it's too late for us to enjoy the results of
our work. WE had land and WE had hopes. Now WE have land and hopes and
cash --- and a real chance to make something of this place. But only if
you are willing to stick by our bargain."

"Our bargain? You! You set me up for this. You knew you were going to do
this and you made me promise before I knew that you were wealthy."

"Oh. So it was OK as long as I was poor and didn't have anything, but
now it's not OK?"

Flustered, Brent started to stammer...

"Well, is your word good or not?" I demanded.

It took a bit of talking, but the shock of seeing all that money finally
wore off Brent and he realized that if he was willing to give to me, he
had to be able to take from me as well. He also realized that the money
didn't really mean much to what was actually important to both of use,
except that we could safeguard the land we wanted and bring in pedigree
stock a lot sooner than he'd ever planned. It was still going to be a
lot of hard work and sweat, but we now had a better chance of success.

Realizing that everything was OK again, I stood up, "Can we go to bed
now?"

"Do I still get to be on top?"

"Only if you can catch me," I teased and ran off.

I didn't even get two steps before Brent snagged me. He threw me over
his shoulder and lugged me up the ladder where he threw me on the bed and
jumped on top of me. I woke up the next morning with Brent pumping my ass
again and my guts sloshing with all the cum he'd pumped into me during
the night.

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