Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 01:19:32 +0000
From: Josh10 By_Gosh <josh_by_gosh2010@hotmail.com>
Subject: Weekend At Woody's - Part One Of Two (Rural)

	This story contains scenes of sexual activity between a man and two
boys.  If this story might offend you, please leave now.  If you are under
18, please leave now.  If such stories are illegal where you live, do not
read any further.
	This is a work of fiction.  However, it is based, loosely, on my
experiences as a boy.

Weekend At Woody's - Part One Of Two

	I grew up on the mean streets of L.A.  When I was 12, I had already
been in trouble with the law a few times.  My mom was single.  I don't even
think she knew who my dad was.  She worked a lot and I was usually left
alone and unsupervised.
	After the most recent visit from the cops, my mom got really
pissed.  She was sick and tired of my bullshit and it was time to do
something about it.  She was sending me away for the weekend.  My uncle had
a small mixed farm near San Bernardino.  I had never been there but the
idea seemed kind of cool.  Although, I wouldn't have admitted that to any
of my friends.  It was also cool because I would miss school on Friday.
	Friday morning, my mom packed some of my stuff - enough for a
month, I think.  I dressed in the hottest street clothes.  I was the total
picture of cool - my baggy pants threatening to slide off my ass at any
moment. Mom took me to the bus depot and I was soon on a bus headed for the
country.  It was kind of scary, but as I said, I was cool so I wouldn't let
on to anyone.
	The Greyhound eventually arrived at its destination.  I was met by
uncle Cal.  He picked up my bag and soon we were in a dusty old pick up
headed into the lush irrigated farmlands.  We made a little small talk on
the way, but mostly, I just looked out the window.  By the way, my name is
Jack Damon, but my friends just call me Jackie or Jackie D.  I am sort of
tall for my age at 5'10".  I am slim and kind of athletic, although
certainly not from playing any sports or working out or any uncool shit
like that.
	My upper body is tanned due to not wearing a shirt most of the
time.  My legs were mostly white except for a few inches above my high
tops.  Usually, I wore baggy shorts that hung below my knees.  And I almost
forgot.  I have bleached blond hair, spiked with a whole lot of gel,
although my natural color is brown.  The only place my real color shows is
on the little bush that has just started to grow above my four inch dick.
The rest of me is like totally bald, man.  But the chickies all think I am
a good looking dude, which makes me pretty arrogant some times.
	Arriving at the farm, I was shown to my cousin's upstairs room.  My
cousin's name was Martin.  He lived on the farm with just his father.  I had
no idea where his mother, my Aunt, was.  I had never met Martin, so I
didn't know what to expect.  Uncle Cal told me he would be getting off the
school bus in about half an hour.  I was to make myself at home and get
comfortable.
	The room had two single beds.  It was totally uncool.  There were
plaques and ribbons on the wall from something called 4H.  There were also
pics of country and western stars.  In one corner was a small ghetto
blaster with some CD's.  I looked over the stack of disks and found nothing
but Garth Brooks, Shania Twain, and Alan Jackson.  Man, who were these lame
dudes.  I was totally into rap and was a huge Eminem fan.  This weekend was
going to suck, music-wise.
	I unpacked my shit and threw it in a pile beside the bed closest to
the window.  I kicked off my high tops and lay down on the bed.  I think I
must have fallen asleep.  Next thing I know is that I am not alone.  I
cracked open an eye.  There was this short dark kid standing next to my
bed.
	"Hey, you must be Jack," the kid said, holding out his hand.  "I'm
Woody.  Well really, it's Martin but my dad calls me Woody."
	Cool, I thought.  This kid is named after a boner.
	"I am your cousin, I guess," he said.
	"Cool," I answered.  "Nice to meet you, dude."
	"Hey," he said, "I gotta change and go do some chores.  You wanna
come?"
	"Sure," I answered.  "Guess I got nuttin' better to do, man."
	I sat up on the bed.  Next thing I know, Woody is stripped down to
these totally uncool white little kids underpants.  I had to admit he was
kind of awesome looking.  His body was totally tanned and he had muscles.
He was shorter than me, but I doubted I could take him in a fair fight.
The hair on top of his head was brown and he appeared to have none anywhere
else that I could see.
	I watched as he rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a pair of
red shorts.  My eyes suddenly bug out as he strips off his briefs.  Bending
down, he pulls them off and tosses them into a laundry hamper.  His ass is
totally white with two perfect round cheeks.  Now I had always thought I
was totally into girls, but the sight of this naked ass bent over in front
of me.  Well, man, it made my dick stir a bit.
	Woody bent over again and pulled on his red shorts.  I got a good
look at the little pink circle in between his ass cheeks.  I had heard
about guys fucking other guys in the ass, but it was like gay.  So, why had
I all of a sudden thought about it.  This was sick.
	Woody pulled up his shorts and turned back to face me.  I couldn't
help but look at the front of his shorts.  They were a stretchy material
that clung to him like a second skin.  I could see the perfect outline of
his soft cock and balls.  I suddenly felt a little hot.
	"Hey, Jack," he said.  "Maybe you wanna dress in something more
comfortable.  It is gonna be real hot doin' chores."
	"The name is Jackie," I said, trying to recover my cool demeanor.
"I ain't got nuttin' light to wear, man.  All my stuff is big and baggy."
	Woody turned and reached back into his drawer.  He brought out a
pair of yellow shorts and tossed them to me.
	"Here, put these on," he said.
	I looked down at the shorts lying on the bed.  They were the same
clingy material as Woody's.  I guess it wouldn't hurt to get comfortable.
None of my friends were going to see me in these geeky shorts, anyway.
	I turned my back to my cousin and started to strip.  I was suddenly
nervous and embarrassed.  It had been a long time since I had been naked in
front of anyone other than a doctor.  I slipped off my t-shirt and tossed
it.  I undid my pants and slid them off my legs and over my shoes.  I took
a deep breath and grasped the top of my boxers.  I lowered them as fast as
I could.
	Suddenly, I was bare assed naked in front of another boy.  And,
even though I felt a tinge of embarrassment, it felt sorta cool, too.
	I quickly turned and grabbed the yellow shorts, using my other hand
to cover my equipment.  As I bent down to pull them on, I remembered how
Woody's ass cheeks had spread open when he did it.  I quickly sat down on
the bed and squirm ed into the tight shorts.  They were definitely too
small for me and the outline of my package was very prominent in the front.
I stood up, but tried not to face Woody straight on.
	"Come on you guys," Uncle Cal yelled from downstairs.  "The animals
aren't going to feed themselves."
	"O.K., dad," Woody yelled down the stairs.
	I followed Woody downstairs to the kitchen.
	"I gotta go out for a while," Uncle Cal said, looking up from some
papers he was reading.  "You guys get the chores done, and I will bring
back something for supper.  Oh, and you better spend some time with the new
calf.
	Her mother has rejected her and I have been bottle feeding her all
day.  Looks like we may have a long night ahead of us."
	"O.K., dad," Woody answered.
	He turned and headed out the screen door.  He wasn't kidding when
he said it was hot.  I was real glad that all I had on was the shorts and
shoes.  Woody led us across the dirt yard to a large modern barn.  As we
entered, Uncle Cal got into his pick up and waved goodbye.  We waved back.
	Inside the barn it was a little cooler, but man, did it reek.
	"How do you stand the smell?" I asked, gagging a little.
	"What smell?" Woody asked.
	"Man, you must be brain dead if you can't smell that," I said,
holding my nose.
	We walked down an aisleway, past a group of cows all in separate
stalls.  Woody handed me a pitch fork and told me to copy what he did.  He
started to haul hay from a large bale that was sitting at one end of the
barn.  I followed suit and was soon puffing and sweating.  It hardly seemed
to phase Woody.  He worked at twice the speed I did, and, although he was
sweating, he was not out of breath.
	When we had hay in front of all the cows, Woody noticed my tired
condition.
	"You sit down over on that bale.  I'll finish up the rest," he
said, taking pity on me.
	I sat down and watched.  He went to a large bin and started baling
out buckets of some kind of feed.  By the time he was done, he had dumped a
full bucket into the feed bin in front of each cow.  And I was rested
enough to help again.
	"O.K., lets go feed the calf," he said.
	Woody went to a dusty fridge and pulled out two large bottles of
what appeared to be milk.  Each bottle had a large nipple on it.  He handed
me one bottle and we walked towards a small pen.  I heard a rustling noise
as we neared the gate.  As Woody opened it, the small brown and white calf
was getting to its feet.  She immediately headed for Woody and the bottle
he was holding.  He pointed the bottle to her mouth and she greedily sucked
in the nipple.
	As I watched, the calf appeared to inhale the milk without taking a
breath.
	Woody held the bottle steady.  Several times, he reached down to
his red shorts and patted the front.  It was then that I realized he had a
boner.
	"So why do they call you Woody?" I asked, jokingly.
	He realized that I had seen his swollen dick pushing against his
shorts and blushed.  He tried to turn away, but the sucking calf would not
budge.
	"My dad gave me that name.  I guess it's cuz I always seem to have
a woody.
	Usually for no reason at all," he answered.
	"So why do you have one now?" I asked.
	He looked down at the calf and looked back at me.
	"Well," he hesitated.  "There are some good things about living on
a farm."
	"Like what?" I continued, not letting him off the hook.
	To tell the truth, seeing my cousin spring a boner was having a
similar effect on me.
	"Well, you see the way this calf is sucking the nipple."
	"Yeah," I answered.
	"Well, she will suck on just about anything you put in her mouth."
	I thought for a minute and then the light bulb went on.
	"You mean you let her suck your dick?" I asked incredulously.
	"Yeah," he answered.  "It feels great.  Better than jerking off."
	"Cool," I said, my cock now swelling at the thought of a calf
sucking someone off - namely me.
	"You gonna let her do it now," I asked.
	I was really surprised by his answer.
	"Yeah, sure, but only if you do it, too."
	"Well, I ain't too sure, man.  Does she have teeth?" I asked.
	"Yeah, but I ain't never been bit, yet," he answered.  "Been
scraped a little a couple of times."
	"O.K., dude," I said, "but you gotta go first."
	Woody quickly popped the nipple from the calf's mouth.  He pulled
down his red shorts and a four and a half inch boner popped into view.  He
was uncut and had a small patch of brown pubes above the base.  He took the
bottle and shook it over his dick.  Some milk came out, landing on his dick
and his crotch area.  He grabbed the calf by the ears and pulled her head
towards his dick.
	At first, she just sniffed it.  Then with one large slurp, she
inhaled Woody's cock completely.  The look on Woody's face told the whole
story.  He was already in another world.  The calf sucked on Woody's boner
furiously.  Every so often, it would slip from her mouth and Woody would
sprinkle on some more milk.  Each time, the calf found his reddening cock
and slurped it back in.
	"Oh, man!  I'm gonna blow," Woody moaned.
	The calf continued to slurp as Woody's almost nude body started to
shake.  His legs started to vibrate and, dropping the bottle, he grabbed
the calf by the ears.  I watched in awe as his orgasm tore through his
body.  He stood on tip toes.  His hips were thrust forward and his ass
cheeks were clenched tightly together.
	After about a minute, he slipped his cock from the calf's mouth.
It was very red, testifying to the tremendous sucking power of the calf's
mouth.  He let out a huge sigh and leaned back against the fence.
	"Man, that was too much," he sighed.
	Pulling up his shorts, he handed me the bottle.
	"Your turn," he laughed.  "Welcome to the farm."
	To tell the truth, I was as much shy as I was nervous.
	"Hey, dude, do you hafta watch me?" I asked.
	"Why not?" he said.  "You watched me!  You a chicken shit or
something?"
	"No, I ain't no fucking chicken," I yelled.  In my neighborhood,
those were fighting words.
	I changed places with Woody and dropped my yellow shorts.  My boner
popped into view, the head all shiny with precum.
	"Hey man, you make white stuff already?" he asked.
	"Yeah, man.  I been creamin' for a couple of months now."
	"Wow, I wish I could," he said, soundin disappointed.
	The calf was already sniffing at my dick as I sprinkled some milk
on it.  Before I was even finished, my cock was in her mouth.  The suction
was fantastic.  It felt like my cock was being sucked by ten mouths.  I
held onto the calfs ears, mainly to keep from falling down.  I could feel
my orgasm coming on like a freight train.  Once the calf let my cock slip
out of her mouth.  Another application of milk and she was happily slurping
away, again.  I dropped the milk and hung on for dear life.
	I could feel my cum boiling up inside me.  I had never been so hard
and never got off so quick.
	"Oh, fuck, Woody," I screamed.
	My whole body tensed up.  It was like this little calf was gonna
suck all my insides out through my hard dick.  Suddenly, I was letting
loose with my full load into the calf's slurping mouth.  My whole body was
tingling as my cum seemed to leave me in one long, hot blast.  There were
several smaller shots and then I was done.  My cock started to get real
sensitive and I had to pull it out fast.  I whipped up my shorts as Woody
fed the calf the other bottle.
	"Oh, shit!  That was awesome, dude," I moaned, still coming down
off my high.
	"How often do you do that?" I asked.
	"I usually only do it once a day," Woody answered.  "Otherwise my
dick gets too sore."
	"Cool.  You got any other surprises up your sleeve, or in your
pants?" I asked.
	We both laughed.  His was kind of "you'll have to wait and see" and
mine was kind of nervous.
	"O.K. Jack ... I mean Jackie.  Time to go feed the pigs," he said.
	We headed out of the large barn and over to a smaller one.  As we
entered, I could not help but think that the cow barn smelled like heaven
compared to this one.  I coughed and gagged as we neared the center of the
barn.
	All the pigs were in metal pens.  There were some with babies.
Some by themselves.  And some in groups in their pens.  When we got to the
feed bin, there was a note on it.
	"After you are done feeding, put the boar from pen 6 in with the
sow in pen 24.  Put him back in his pen when he is done.  Also, the boar in
pen 12 should be milked but be careful as he is a bit rammy."  It was
signed, dad.
	"Wait `til you see this," Woody said, a big grin covering his face.
	We proceeded with the feeding.  It involved filling a large
motorized cart with feed and moving it down the aisles between the rows of
pens.  Woody would scoop out one or more buckets, depending on the number
of pigs in the pen, and dump them in the troughs.  By the time we were
done, I was sort of getting used to the smell.  But it was still totally
disgusting.
	Once we had put the empty cart away, Woody picked up a metal rod
and lead the way to a pen with the number 6 painted on a metal plate.  The
pig inside was huge.  I would sure not want to mess with him.  Woody opened
the gate and poked the pig with the rod.  The pig let out a squeal and
headed off towards the end of the row.  We followed until we reached pen
24.  Woody opened the gate.  The big pig needed no prodding to enter.  He
sniffed the air a few times and joined the sow in her pen.
	"This is so cool," Woody said.  "Just watch what happens."
	We stood beside the pen and waited.  The big pig (I would soon find
out he was a boy) sniffed at the back end of the smaller sow (this is a
girl pig).  The sow kept moving away, but the boar kept following.
	"Look under him," Woody ordered.
	Looking under the boar, I saw that his dick was sticking out from
between his hairy legs.  It was long and funny looking.  The skin was shiny
and sort of pink with gray patches on it.  The end looked really weird.
Almost like the end of a corkscrew.
	Suddenly, the boar pinned the sow in a corner.  He lunged at her
back end and reared up on his hind legs.  His long dick was pointed to a
slit below her ass hole.  He humped his body forward until the corkscrew on
his dick lodged in the sows slit.  Then he sort of walked his hind end
forward, sliding his dick in as he went.  The sow just stood there, letting
it happen.  When the boar had his dick in the sow, he started to hunch his
back and down.  This caused his dick to slide in and out of her.
	"Holy shit," I yelled.  "They are fucking!"
	"Yeah, stupid," Woody said, with a smirk.  "What did you think they
were doin' - dancing?"
	I smacked him on the arm and then watched the boar go at it.  I
realized I was getting a boner watching the boar fuck the sow.  I had never
seen two animals fuck before.  It took a while, but the boar finally let
out a few grunts, humping his cock into the female.  Then he slid off.  The
sow just stood there like nothing had happened.
	Woody opened the pen and the boar walked out.  Woody used the metal
rod to direct the boar back to his pen.  The boar seemed afraid of the rod.
	"What is that thing?" I asked.
	"It is an electric livestock prod," Woody answered.  It has
batteries in it and gives the pig a shock.  Want me to try it on ya?"
	"No way, man," I said.
	"You like to jerk off?" Woody asked.
	This was a weird question.  I looked at Woody and he was wearing a
huge grin.
	"Do you?" I asked.
	"Of course, stupid," he said.
	"Yeah, I do it sometimes," I answered, not wanting to admit it
until he had.
	"Well, you are gonna get to jerk off a pig," Woody laughed.
	"No way, dude," I said, remembering the pigs ugly dick.  "I ain't
touchin' pig dick."
	"You will, buddy," he said.  "I betcha."
	We headed for pen 12.  The boar in this pen looked just plain mean.
He snorted as we approached and bumped the pen gate.  I was a little
nervous and hung back. Woody seemed to know what he was doing as he opened
the gate and used the prod to move the boar along the row.  He worked it
down to the end and through a doorway at the end of the barn.  I followed
Woody at a safe distance.  Woody and the pig disappeared through the door
and I followed.  The room contained a large metal contraption, similar to
the pens.  Only, it was a lot taller and appeared more closed in.  The boar
entered the contraption as if he had been there before.
	Woody poked the pig with the rod and forced it to raise its front
legs up what looked like an angled ladder.  Eventually, the boar was all
the way in.  His front end was well up in the air.  Woody closed the back
of the pen, blocking the boar in.  The sides of the pen held the pig in one
position so that he could not move.
	Woody then lead me around to the side of the device and then under
it.  We were now below the pigs raised front end.  I suddenly realized that
the hairy tip of his cock was pointed at us.
	"What if he pees?" I asked.
	"He ain't gonna pee," Woody said.
	Woody took a squirt bottle from a small table next to the pen.  He
sprayed it on the end of the pigs dick and then all over its balls and
belly.
	"Disinfectant," he said, before I could ask.
	He took his bare hand and started to rub the disinfectant around,
especially on the pigs dick.  He rubbed for a minute and then the pigs cock
started to come out of the sheath it was hidden in (sorta like my foreskin,
I thought).  Woody continued to rub until the pigs dick was sticking out
almost a foot.
	I happened to look down at Woody's shorts and saw that he had a
full boner sticking up in front.  Watching Woody rub the big cock started
to get me horny.  For some strange reason, I reached out and touched the
pigs cock.  It was warm and a little bit slippery.
	"Told, ya," Woody said, a satisfied look on his face.  "Told ya
you'd touch it."
	I really couldn't help it.  Before I knew it, my hand was moving
back and forth along with Woody's.
	"There, you keep rubbin'," he said, and I did.
	The pig was grunting, now and Woody got a big shiny cup.  Well, it
looked like a cup but much bigger.  His spare hand joined mine in stroking
the pigs dick.  My fingers found the weird tip and felt along the ridges.
Suddenly, the pig let out a loud grunt.  Yellowish- white liquid shot out
of the tip into the big cup.
	"Keep rubbing," Woody yelled.  "We gotta get it all."
	I rubbed for all I was worth.  The pig cum smelled really strong
and almost made me gag.  I was glad mine wasn't like that.  As we finished
"milking" the boar, I looked down at my yellow shorts.  Precum stained the
front in a small circle the size of a quarter.
	"Shit, man!  That made me so horny," I said.
	"Yeah, I usually have to jack off after I do it," Woody said.
"Hey, you wanna do it now."
	I had never jacked off in front of anyone before, but the idea
seemed to make my dick harder.  Back home, it would have seemed gay, but
here, it seemed almost O.K.
	"Yeah," I said, "but where can we do it."
	"Hey, city boy.  I got another little farm surprise for you," he
said. "But first we gotta get the boar back."
	Woody moved out from under the pen.  He took the pig cum and put it
in another old refrigerator.  Man, this place had a lot of them.  He then
unlocked the cage.  Using the rod, he got the boar to back out.  It only
took a few minutes to get him locked in his pen.  Woody put the rod back
and we went back to the cow barn.
	"No way, man," I said, "my dick is too tender to try the calf,
again.  Maybe tomorrow."
	"That's not what I had in mind," he said, with a grin.
	Woody went to the fridge and got out a container of milk.  It was
different than any I had ever seen before.  It was very thick and slightly
yellow.
	"This is cream from the separator," Woody said, sensing my
question, again.
	He took some of the cream and poured it into two shallow pans.  He
handed me one of the pans and returned the rest of the cream to the fridge.
He motioned for me to follow.  He lead the way up a steep set of stairs
that went up to the floor above us.  I had to climb carefully so I didn't
spill the cream.  When I stepped off onto the landing at the top of the
stairs, I found myself surrounded by hay.  Bales and bales of it.
	Woody climbed over some of the bales and headed for the back corner
of the hay loft.  I followed until we came out into what looked like a
small cave made of hay.
	"In here," Woody said, quietly.  "Shit, why am I whispering?"
	I followed Woody as he sat the cream down on a bale of hay.  He
peeled his shorts off and laid them out on the floor.  He sat his bare ass
on the shorts.  He spread his legs.  For the first time, I got a real good
look at his four and a half inch, hard cock.  It was uncut, but the skin
was now well back off the head.
	"Come on," he said.  "Don't be a chicken."
	There was that damn chicken word, again.  Before long, I was gonna
have to lay a severe woopin' on this dudes ass.  Fighting my embarrassment,
I pulled off my shorts and then tried to sit on them.  Only I missed.  Man,
that freakin' hay was picky.  I quickly adjusted my shorts to protect my
tender butt.
	Woody started to make some weird noises.  Before long, I heard
another noise.  A cat appeared somewhere out of the hay.  She looked at
Woody, then headed for the cream.  Woody grabbed the cat and held her.
With one finger, he took some cream and coated his cock and balls.  He set
the cat between his legs and pointed the cats nose at his dick.  The cat
started to lick the cream from Woody's cock.  Woody kept adding more cream
to his dick as the cat removed it.
	"Hey, what am I supposed to do, dude?" I whined.
	Woody made some more noises.  Suddenly, a half dozen kittens came
rolling out of the hay.  I put some cream on my finger and held it out to a
little gray kitten.  It started to lick the cream from my finger.  I then
covered my cock and balls, just as Woody had.  I picked up two kittens and
placed them between my legs.  Before I knew it, my cock was being licked by
what felt like sand paper.
	At first, I could not stand it.  The feelings in my dick and balls
were so intense.  I started to squirm just like Woody.  Slowly, my cock
started to adjust to the feelings.  I replenished the cream and the kittens
kept licking.  Soon a third and fourth had joined in.  I could barely hold
still enough to keep applying the cream.
	"Oh, shit," I heard Woody moan.  "I am cumming."
	Woody lay back on the hay.  His whole body seemed to contort as the
cat licked him.  Suddenly, his cock twitched and throbbed.  It was hard for
the cat to stay on it, but she managed.  After almost a minute of acute
pleasureful agony, Woody pushed the cat aside.  He crawled over to where I
was laying.
	"Can I watch you shoot?" he asked."
	I was not too thrilled with the idea, but finally relented.
	The feelings in my cock soon warned me that my explosion was near.
I added several large globs of cream and lay back.  The kittens zeroed in
on my cock and my sac.  I almost screamed as my cum shot up my dick.
Several small squirts blasted out of my dick.  The kittens back off,
momentarily, but then renewed their attack.  My whole body seemed to spasm
uncontrollably as I emptied out the contents of my balls.  Finally, the
tenderness in my cock forced me to move.  I wobbled to my knees, then tried
to stand.  I had to steady myself on several hay bales as my legs tried to
function.
	"That was the best," I said, to no one in particular.
	"Yeah, I know," Woody said.  "It's my favorite."
	We quickly dressed.  Woody left the cream for the cats and we
climbed down the steps.  He informed me that his dad would be home soon and
we still had to feed the chickens.  We rushed through the job, but as we
did so, I noticed he was smiling.
	"What?" I asked.
	"Oh, just another little farm surprise," he said, "for tomorrow."
	We left the chicken house just in time to greet his dad in the
yard.  We had pizza for dinner.  After dinner, I found I was really tired.
I decided on a shower and early bed.  Man, would my mom have been
surprised.
	Woody followed me upstairs.
	"You wanna share a shower?" he asked.
	"No, man," I said.  "That is kinda gay."
	I could tell by the look on his face that my comment had hurt him.
He did not answer.  He hung his head and left the bathroom.  I stripped off
the shorts and dropped them in the hamper.  I took a quick shower.
Normally, this would be my favorite place to jack.  But not tonight.  My
poor little dick was tender after the days activities.  After drying, I
wrapped myself in a towel and headed for bed.
	I heard the shower running.  I got into bed, naked, covered by a
sheet.  A little while later, Woody came in.  He had not bothered with a
towel.  His soft dick dangled between his legs as he headed for his bed.
	"Nite," he said, softly, before switching off the light and sliding
under the sheet.
	"Hey, dude," I had a real cool day," I said, sincerely.
	"Yeah," Woody said.  And that was the last I heard from him.

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	Sometime in the night, I woke up.  I tried to ignore the fact that
I had to piss, but finally, I had to get up.  I looked over at Woody's bed.
Weird.  It was empty.  I walked down the hall to the bathroom.  I didn't
bother with the light.  I emptied my bladder in the toilet and then left
the room.  I didn't flush, not wanting to wake my uncle.  There was a
little light shining through my Uncle's partly open bedroom door.  I
realized that the sun was coming up.  Shit, it was too early for that.
	As I passed Uncle Cal's door, I realized that I could see in,
coming from this direction.  Being curious, I peeked inside.  What I saw
made my eyes bug out.  Uncle Cal lay on his bed.  A sheet covered the most
of the lower part of his body, but it was obvious he was naked under the
sheet.  Woody lay face down, partly on Uncle Cal's chest and partly on the
bed.  One leg was draped over my Uncle's crotch and one arm across his
chest.  That would not have bothered me, except my cousin was completely
naked.
	I could see his balls dangling between his legs.  I was totally
freaked out.  Why would Woody and his dad be sleeping together, totally
naked?  I quickly and quietly left the room and went back to bed.  Strange
thoughts raced through my head as I tried to sleep.  I must have dozed off
at some point.  The next thing I knew, Woody was shaking me awake.
	"Hey, city boy," he said.  "We don't get to sleep all day around
here."
	I think I mumbled something.  I struggled to wake up.  Sensing that
I was at last conscious, Woody went downstairs.  I was about to get out of
bed when I realized something.  My bed felt wet.  I was laying on my
stomach.  I reached down to my crotch area and felt a sticky mess.  Shit, I
had cum while I was sleeping.  How was I gonna hide this from Uncle Cal.  I
got out of bed, making sure the top sheet covered the mess.  I ran into the
bathroom and cleaned my cock and balls.
	I went back to the bedroom.  After eyeing my hot clothes, I opted
for another pair of Woody's yellow shorts.  I went downstairs for
breakfast, forgetting about the mess in my bed.  It was Saturday.  Did they
work on the farm or take the day off like normal people?  I would soon find
out.  We ate a huge breakfast I could not believe how hungry I was.
	After breakfast, Woody said we had to go and gather the eggs.  We
went to the hen house and grabbed a couple of baskets.  Woody explained
that they had just enough chickens to supply eggs for themselves and to
sell some locally.  The hen house, like every other building on this farm,
stunk.
	We gathered up all the eggs into our baskets.  As we finished,
Woody had that damn grin on his face.
	"You up for another surprise?" he asked.
	As all of Woody's surprises seemed to involve getting my rocks off,
I told him I was always ready.  My dick seemed to have lost its previous
nights tenderness.  In fact, just the thought of cumming again was making
it hard.  And, as always, Woody seemed to have a boner in his shorts.
	"Watch the chickens," he said.  "As soon as you see one lay an egg,
grab her."
	I watched some of the chickens but nothing seemed to happen.  Woody
suddenly scooped up a chicken by the legs and held it upside down.  I
watched in amazement as he pulled down his shorts, exposing his hard boy
dick.  Man, this kid was always ready.  Holding the chicken by the feet, he
stroked the front of its neck and chest.  The chicken, which had been
struggling, settled down.
	Holding the feet in one hand, Woody pulled down on the birds tail
feathers with the other.  This exposed the back end of the bird.  There
were two holes there.  Woody quickly stuck his dick in the top one.  The
chicken squawked a bit, but she quickly settled down.  Woody then started
to slide his dock in and out of the chickens hole.  Soon he got that "look"
on his face that I had come to recognize. "Oh shit', he cried out and
started to stroke faster.  His small body started to buck as he fucked the
chicken.  His whole body spasmed as he came inside the chickens hole.
	When he was done, he pulled out and tossed the chicken away,
quickly.  He pulled up his shorts.
	"Now we gotta find you one," he said.  "That was really hot."
	"You always fuck chickens in the ass?" I asked.
	"That wasn't its ass, city boy," he laughed. "That was the hole the
eggs come out.  It is called the ovi-something-or-other."
	We watched the chickens until Woody spotted another one dropping an
egg.  He picked it up by the legs and motioned me to drop my shorts.  When
he handed it to me, the wings were flapping wildly.  He showed me how to
rub its chest and neck to calm it down.  It worked.  The bird relaxed
enough for me to stick my dick inside.  And, he was right.  It was hot - or
at least very warm inside the ovi-whatsit.  I started to fuck the chicken.
It was a tight hole and it seemed to grab and stroke my hard little dick.
	I could already feel my cum welling up inside me and started to
fuck for all I was worth.  Unfortunately, the chicken started to object.
In my pre-orgasm bliss, I forgot to stroke its chest.  With a burst of
squawking and flying feathers, the chicken exploded off my cock.  Its
flailing feet left several long, deep scratches next to my dick.  My cock
was a bright red and felt like it was on fire.
	"Oh, shit, that was wild," Woody laughed.
	"Yeah, right, asshole," I yelled.  "Now I'm bleeding."
	Woody told me to pull up my shorts and we headed for the house with
the baskets of eggs.  I walked gingerly as my cock and groin area were on
fire.  Arriving at the house, we found Uncle Cal in the kitchen.  He
greeted us.  Taking the basket of eggs from me, he noticed the small amount
of blood staining the yellow shorts.
	"What have you guys been up to?" he asked, looking right at Woody.
	"Oh, nuthin' dad.  Just gatherin' eggs," Woody lied.
	"Yeah and messing with the chickens while you were at it, if I know
you," Uncle Cal said. "You little pervert."
	"Come on, Jack," he said to me.  "We better have a look at that.
Chickens carry some pretty nasty bugs.  Don't want you getting an infection
and having your peter drop off."
	"Just kidding," he said, seeing the sudden look of horror on my
face.
	Uncle Cal lifted me onto the kitchen table and lay me on my back.
I went a bright red as he slid my shorts to my knees.  He went to a
cupboard and got out a spray can and a small tube.  He also fetched a wash
cloth.  As he washed my cock, balls and surrounding area, I got even more
embarrassed.  My dick had not managed to get its load off inside the
chicken and was now standing at attention.
	Uncle Cal ignored it.  He sprayed my groin area with a cool liquid.
Man, did it sting.  I let out a gasp as the coolness turned to fire
wherever I was scratched.  Uncle Cal then took some cream from the tube and
applied it gently to the scratches.  I looked down at my throbbing dick.  A
drop of precum had formed on the end and was threatening to run down the
side.  I prayed that he would get this done - fast.
	When he had tended the more obvious scratches, he brought his face
closer to my hard cock.  He took my five inch boner between his fingers and
examined it.
	"Damn," he said.  "You even managed to get this scratched.  Even
Woody never had that happen."
	I cringed as Uncle Cal took some of the cream and rubbed it into
the shaft of my dick.
	"Oh, shit!  Don't do that," I moaned.
	"It will just take a second," Uncle Cal explained.  "I have to make
sure you don't get an infection."
	"B... b... but, I'm gonna....shit...," I whined.
	But it was too late.  As Uncle Cal manhandled my sensitive boner, I
felt my cum rising.  My dick jerked between his man-sized fingers.  A shot
of cum burst free from my dick and hit Uncle Cal in the cheek.  He
continued to rub my dick, but moved his face as several more volleys
erupted from my swollen cock.  He let go and the rest of my cum dribbled
down the side of my cock as its spasms slowly subsided.
	My face felt red and very hot.  I had just been jacked by my uncle.
Yeah, it was an accident, but it had still happened.  Without saying a
word, Uncle Cal took the wash cloth and cleaned up the mess.  Through all
this, Woody never said a word.  When the cleanup was finished, Uncle Cal
lifted me to the floor and pulled up my shorts.
	"You guys better clean these eggs and then wash up for lunch," he
said and then left the room.
	Woody grabbed a basket of eggs and I followed suit.  We headed for
the barn.  We washed the eggs and placed them in what Woody called flats.
These were put into another old fridge.  This place had more fridges than
Sears.  We went to the house and washed up for lunch.  I was pretty
embarrassed as we sat down at the same table where I had just cum on my
Uncle's face.  I thought about it all the time we ate.  When we were done,
Woody and I did the dishes.
	"You guys can either come to town with me or just goof off for the
afternoon if you want," Uncle Cal said.
	"Can we take out the four-wheeler?" Woody asked.
	"Yeah, I guess so," he answered, "but take it slow."
	Woody raced from the house with me hot on his heals.  We went to
what Woody called the "drive shed".  Woody raced to something covered by a
dusty old tarp.  He pulled it off, exposing a shiny blue four wheel drive
ATV.  It was the hottest looking machine I had ever seen.  Woody climbed
onto the seat and motioned me to sit behind him.  I climbed up as Woody
pressed the starter.  It roared into life and we shot out the door.  I had
to put my hands around Woody's bare chest to keep from falling off.
	We rode around the farm for about half an hour.  We followed a
fence line to the very back of the farm.  There was a big pond here that
looked cool and very inviting.  The day was hot and the sun was high, and
we were both sweating.  Woody pulled up by the pond and shut down the
machine.  Before I could even say "what", he had his shorts off and had
dived into the water.  I got off the machine.  I was reluctant to strip,
but common sense soon prevailed.  Woody had already seen everything I had.
There was no reason to bashful.
	I whipped down my shorts and dove into the water.  It was nice and
cool and quickly washed the sweat from me.  The bottom of the pond was
really squishy mud.  If you stood on it for any length of time, you started
to get sucked in.  So mostly, we just swam and floated.  After about 15
minutes, I was getting tired, not to mention bored.
	I decided to relax by floating on my back.  I don't know where my
head was, but pretty soon, I had a boner.  As I floated, it looked like a
small mast on a sailboat.  It was kind of cool.  The more I looked at it,
the harder it seemed to get.
	Then I heard a noise.  I quickly flipped upright in the water and
looked around.  Woody was looking, too.  There it was again.  Over by the
four wheeler.  It sounded like a giggle.  Then I saw my yellow shorts and
Woody's red ones disappear behind the vehicle.
	"What the fuck," I said.
	Then Woody started to laugh.
	"O.K., Margie.  Very funny," he yelled.  "Now, put our shorts back
where you got them."
	"No way," a girls voice said.  "You have to come and get them."
	"I'll come and get `em all right and you'll be sorry," Woody yelled
back.
	Woody swam for the edge of the pond.  He quickly scambled up the
bank and ran for the four wheeler.  His bare ass was smooth and gleaming in
the afternoon sun.  He disappeared behind the four wheeler and I heard a
girl scream.  Gathering my nerve, I swam to the edge of the pond and got
out.  Walking slowly, so that I could keep my hands cupped over my boy
jewels, I approached the four wheeler.  I heard laughing and giggling as I
went around the end.
	There was Woody.  He was on top of what appeared to be a girl.  She
had long hair and wore shorts and a cut-off top.  Woody had her pinned to
the ground, totally oblivious to the fact that he was naked.
	"You wanna mess with me," he yelled.  "Maybe you should go swimming
with is."
	"Hey, Jackie," he yelled to me.  "Come and help me.  This is Margie
and she wants to go swimming."
	I just stood there like a dummy.  Was he going to strip her naked
like we were?  I had seen naked girls on the net but never in person.  My
hard boner poked against my protecting fingers at the thought.
	"Hold her arms for me," Woody yelled.
	Suddenly, all my inhibitions vanished.  I ran to the girls head and
dropped to my knees.  I grabbed her hands and pulled her arms above her
head.  For the first time, I got a good look at her.  She had red hair.
The reddest I had ever seen.  Her face was cute but loaded with freckles.
She was squirming under Woody.  He was straddling her - well right over
where her pussy was.  I could see his balls and his hard cock reaching
towards her belly button.  Her tummy was bare.  The shirt she wore was tied
at the waist.
	"Well, you got to see us naked," he told her.  "Now it's our turn."
	Woody reached for the knot where the girls shirt was tied.  I had
to hold her wrists really tight as she fought like a tiger.  For the first
time, she looked at me.  She looked a bit scared.
	"Maybe we shouldn't do this," I warned Woody.
	"It's O.K.," Woody replied.  "It won't be the first time I have
seen Margie naked.  Will it Margie?"
	She struggled some more as Woody undid the knot.  Once he had the
two ends apart, he undid the four buttons that held the shirt together.
Shit, he was gonna do it, I thought.  I could feel the precum on my dick
where it touched my leg.  This was too much.
	Woody took his time undoing the buttons.  When they were all
undone, he left her shirt closed, with just a little bit of flesh showing.
Then, with a flip of his hands, the shirt was gone and I was looking at -
tits.  Girl tits!  Well, they really weren't all that big.  But they were
still tits.  My first real tits and I couldn't take my eyes off of them.  I
guessed that Margie was probably the same age as Woody and I and probably a
neighbor.
	I looked at the pinkish brown nipples on her chest.  They looked,
well, almost transparent.  The flesh was thin and a little puffy.  They
stood on top of two small mounds that didn't look like much.  Most likely
because she was laying down.  I held on tight and gazed at the milky
mounds.
	Woody slid down the girls legs.  She let out a little scream as he
reached for the button and zipper on her shorts.  Man, he was really gonna
do it.  I started to shake in anticipation.  I was gonna see real pussy.
Again, Woody took his time.  Undoing the button.  Slowly sliding the zipper
down.
	"No, please," Margie moaned.
	Cool!  From what I could see, she had no panties on.  Just the
shorts.  Woody slid the zipper until it was all the way down.  Lifting
slightly, he reached under Margie's waist.  He took hold of her shorts and
started to pull them down from the back.  I was really breathing hard, now.
My dick throbbed like I was gonna cum any second.  I watched in tortured
suspense as the material slid down, uncovering more and more milky white
skin.  Then I saw it!  Hair!  Bush!  Red hair!  She had hair on her pussy.
	I leaned forward for a better look.  My chest was now over Margie's
face and my dick poked into her hair.  I held my breath as, with one final
flourish, Woody bared the girls pussy.  I couldn't see much from where I
was.  Mostly just red hair.  Woody stood up, removing the girls shorts from
her legs and feet.
	"Let her go," he ordered.
	So I did.  She tried to cover herself for a minute.  Then she let
out a growl.
	"I am gonna get you, you little prick," she screamed.
	Woody grabbed her shirt and shorts and headed for the water.  I
could see Margie's white ass as she took off after him.  And, before I knew
it, I was hot on her trail.  Woody stood at the edge of the water.  He
threw her shirt and shorts out onto the pond.  He then grabbed Margie by
the wrists.
	"Let's throw her in," he said.  "Take her feet."
	I hesitated a moment, before bending to grab her ankles.  I got
hold of them and lifted them until they were on either side of my hips.
Then it hit me.  Her legs were apart.  I was staring at her pussy.  Cunt!
Real cunt!  It peeked out from the small bush of red hair.  Just a slit.
Nothing to see, really.  But still, my first pussy.
	"Okay," Woody said.  "On the count of three, toss her."
	He counted to three and we swung the girl out over the water.  She
landed on her back with a big splash.  Woody quickly dove in and I
followed.  Man, my friends would never believe this.  I was swimming with a
naked girl.  What followed was a half hour of sheer joy.  We swam and
played and even wrestled.  It quickly became apparent that Margie was
interested in me as she spent a lot of time wrestling with me.  It was
cool.  Or should I say, hot.  I must have touched every part of her
slippery body at least a dozen times.
	After a while, we started to slow down and finally Woody suggested
we go lay on the bank.  This was okay with me as it would give me a chance
to see Margie naked and out of the water.  We climbed up the bank and lay
on our backs in the bright sun.  I noticed that Margie made sure she was
between Woody and I.  We lay there, soaking up the sun and drying out
bodies.  I was still hard, but somehow it didn't seem to matter.
	Margie leaned over and whispered something to Woody.  They
whispered back and forth for a minute then Woody laughed.
	"Margie wants to know if you shoot, yet," he said.
	"Shit, yeah!  You know I do, dude," I answered.
	Oops!  I had just told her that Woody had seen me shoot.  Damn!
	"Margie wants to see it," Woody laughed.
	My face went red.  I thought about it for a minute then the light
bulb went on again.
	"The only way she is gonna see it is if she makes it happen," I
answered.
	"Cool," Woody said.  "She has helped me jerk off the pigs before,
so your little wiener shouldn't be a problem."
	I was ready to get up and lay a beating on the boy.  At least my
dick was bigger than his.  I lay there waiting to see what Margie would do.
She was still facing Woody, but turned her head and looked at me.  He face
was red enough that most of her freckles had merged into one big red
blotch.
	Without warning, she rolled towards me.  She reached for my stiff
cock.
	"No way," I said, pushing her hand away.
	This was my big chance and I wasn't about to lose it.
	"If you get to play with mine, I get to play with yours," I said.
	Margie looked me straight in the eyes.  We stayed like that for
what seemed an eternity.
	"Okay," she said.
	The girl got up and turned her body in the opposite direction to
mine.  We rolled on our sides.  My dick was pointing at Margie's face and I
was looking at her pussy.  As the hair was still wet, I had a great view.
	Margie reached for my cock and started to stroke it.  It was all I
could do to keep myself from shooting.  Instead, I reached for her small,
wet lips and tried to concentrate on them.  My finger parted the hair and I
stroked up and down the smooth slit.  Margie must have liked it.  She
raised her uppermost leg, causing her pussy to open slightly.  My finger
slipped into the opening.
	Although I had never done this before, I had seen pictures and read
stories.  My finger quickly located her clit and I started to stroke it.
Margie let out a deep sigh of contentment.  I was barely aware of her
fingers stroking my swollen dick.  My mind was totally focussed on the
little opening in front of my face.  I still don't know what came over me,
but I suddenly had a great urge.  My fingers spread the lips of her pussy
and I leaned forward.  My tongue found her clit and I started to lick it.
	The taste was indescribable.  It had a fresh odor and flavor that I
found intoxicating.  Margie started to moan slightly as my tongue bathed
her erect little clit.  Every so often, I would give my tongue a rest and
suck on her clit.  She seemed to like it as her hips pushed towards my
face, more and more.
	I was hoping she would get the hint and take my cock in her mouth.
But she didn't.  She seemed content to play with it and look at it.
Suddenly, a series of shudders rang through her body.  Her hips pushed
forward until my tongue was deep inside her.  Slowly the shudders subsided.
She lowered her leg, closing herself off to me.
	Without warning, a great surge of pleasure swept through my young
body.  My hips bucked forwards and my cock swelled slightly.  A clean,
white shot of cum burst from my cock head and arced over onto Margie's
face.  She continued to stroke my hard dick as more cum exploded onto the
grass and then onto her hand.  I heard a strange moaning noise and was
startled to realize that I was the one doing the moaning.
	As I came down off my high, I looked over at Woody.  He had his
cock in his hand and had that "look" on his face.  He had just cum and was
slowly winding down.  Margie got up and went to the pond.  She quickly dove
in and retrieved her clothes.  I watched as she came back to the bank and
struggled into the wet shorts and top.  None of us spoke as she quietly
disappeared behind the ATV and across the next field.
	After she was gone, Woody and I rested.
	"Man, you are lucky," Woody said.
	"Why?" I asked.
	"She never did that for me," he replied.  "I sure wish she would."
	"Yeah!  I hope so," I said.  "You'll love it."

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	We had been there quite a while when I realized my legs were
starting to burn.  We got our shorts on and climbed aboard the ATV.  It was
late in the afternoon when we got back to the house.  Woody had chores to
do and I helped him as best as I could.  Which probably wasn't a whole lot.
	When we returned to the house, Uncle Cal told us to wash up as
supper was ready.  Woody and I raced upstairs and washed.  By the time we
got back to the table, dinner was sitting waiting for us.  There was roast
beef, potatoes, carrots and beans along with a big bowl of gravy.  I dug in
and managed to devour two plates before I pushed back from the table.  It
was weird.  Being on a farm had given me a real appetite and had turned a
usually picky eater into a glutton.  I rarely ate vegetables at home.  My
idea of a vegetable was fries at McDonald's or Burger King.
	After dinner, we made one more trip to the barn.  We fed the new
calf and put down fresh bedding for the cows.  We crawled back to the house
at about eight.  I was ready to have a hot shower and get under the covers.
Another minor miracle for a kid who never went to bed on time, let alone
early.  I usually pretended to sleep then got on my computer until two a.m.
Here I was ready for bed before it was even dark.
	Woody and I went upstairs to his bedroom.  When we got there, he
sat on his bed, staring at me.  It made me a little nervous.
	"You can shower first, if you want," I said, breaking the silence.
	"What was it like when Margie jacked your dick?"  He asked.
	His question was totally unexpected.
	"It was cool," I said.
	"How come she has never done that with me?" Woody asked.
	"I don't know," I answered.  "Maybe she was just interested in
seeing somebody shoot."
	"Maybe.  She has watched me get sucked by a calf and licked by the
kittens.  She even pulled down her pants and put milk down there.  She got
real noisy when the kittens licked her.  But she never would let me touch
it," he said.
	"Don't get all bent out of shape," I said.  "Girls are usually just
weird.
	Nobody can explain why they do shit."
	"Maybe," he said.
	Woody looked sad.  His face was a mix of worry and disappointment.
Man, maybe I had been messing with someone he thought was his girlfriend.
I felt like a piece of shit.  I liked Woody.  Why had I done something
stupid?  Trying to think of a way to cheer him up, I remembered his offer
of showering together last night.
	"You wanna shower with me?" I asked.
	"Yeah!  Cool!" he said.
	His look changed instantly.  He was happy again.  I wasn't sure
what the big deal was about showering together.  Unless Woody was gay?
Maybe that was why Margie never did stuff with him.  Maybe she sensed it.
	I was now a little nervous.  Woody peeled off his shorts and headed
for the bathroom.  His semi-hard dick flopped up and down as he went.  I
peeled off my shorts and followed.
	Woody started the water and set the temperature.  When it was okay,
he got in.  I was somewhat apprehensive about following him into the
shower.  I wasn't too sure why Woody wanted us to shower together, or what
might happen if we did.  I mean Woody was straight, wasn't he?  I mean he
had talked about wanting Margie to suck his dick.
	But then my brain flashed back to the what I had seen in his
father's bedroom.  I mean what was that all about.  Were Woody and his dad
gay?  But how could that be?  Uncle Cal had been married.  He was Woody's
father.
	Although I had learned a lot about sex on the net, I was still too
young to have learned that there was a middle ground in sex.  But, I was
beginning to wonder if there was one.  Could Woody get off on guys and
girls?  And did I want to find out?
	There was one part of my anatomy that didn't seem apprehensive.  As
I stepped over the side of the tub to get in, my hard dick was pointing the
way.  Woody pulled the smoked glass door shut.  Man, it was small in here,
I thought.  Woody and I were real close together.  There was no way that we
could move around without touching each other.  We both were pretty well
wet when Woody surprised me.
	"You want me to wash your back, Jackie?" he asked.
	I thought about it.  What could it hurt?
	"Guess so," I answered.
	"Okay, put your hands on the wall and lean forward," he instructed.
	I put my hands on the wall opposite the shower head.  I leaned
forward.  Shit!  This put my ass in a very vulnerable position.  I was
almost shaking as Woody's warm soapy hands came in contact with my
shoulders.  He massaged the soap into my shoulders and upper arms with
deep, strong strokes.  Man, it really felt good.  I had not realized that
my upper body hurt from the work I had done this weekend.  Woody's strong
hands seemed to absorb the aches and draw them from my body.
	The boys hands massaged my upper back.  Slowly, they travelled down
past my shoulder blades and into the valley just above my bum.  It felt so
good that I had lost most of my initial nervousness.  That is until I felt
his hands slide downwards and cup my ass cheeks.  I debated on what to do
as Woody's strong hands explored the mounds that stuck out behind me.  It
still felt good.  I think I even let out a sigh as his hands worked some
kind of magic on my naked butt.
	I lurched forward suddenly.  Woody's hands had slipped between my
ass cheeks and his fingers had grazed my hole.
	"Relax," Woody said.  "I'm just makin' sure your clean."
	Reluctantly, I resumed my forward leaning stance and allowed him to
continue.  As his hands rubbed up and down my crack, I was aware that my
dick was rock hard against my stomach.
	"What did it feel like when Margie sucked you?" Woody asked.
	The question startled me.
	"Uh!  It was cool man," I said.
	"You ever been sucked before?" he continued.
	I thought about lying.  Telling him I had been sucked by lots of
babes.  But, for some reason, I found it hard to lie to Woody.  It didn't
seem right.
	"Naw!"  That was the first time," I answered, blushing.
	 "Do you think it would be any different if a guy sucked your dick?
I mean if you closed your eyes, would you be able to tell the difference?"
he asked.
	What kind of a question was that?  I didn't answer.
	"I always wondered what it would be like," Woody said.
	"Would what be like?" I asked.
	Woody was silent for a moment.
	"What it would be like to suck a dick," he finally said.  "I mean,
if you closed your eyes, you'd never know who was suckin' you.  Would you?"
	What did all this mean?  Was Woody offering to suck my dick?  Did
he really want to do that?  For a moment I was repulsed by the idea.  I
almost blurted out "that's so gay", but didn't.  I mean if Woody was gay, I
didn't want to hurt his feelings.  I had sort of gotten to like the guy.  I
turned around and looked at Woody.
	"Are you sayin' you wanna suck my dick?" I asked.
	He had a far away look on his face.  His eyes were glazed over as
if he were seeing something other than what was here.
	"Would you be mad at me if I wanted to?" he said.
	"I don't know," I answered.  "I just never thought about it before.
But I think your right."
	"Right?  What do you mean?" he said.
	"Like not being able to tell the difference.  I mean if you closed
your eyes it would just be a mouth on it.  Anybody's mouth."
	A tear rolled down Woody's cheek.
	"Don't be mad at me.  Please," he said.  "I just can't help it."
	With that, Woody slowly dropped to his knees on the shower floor.
The water was splashing over his head and back.  He placed his hands on my
hips and pulled me to him.  I watched in amazement as his mouth opened.
His tongue reached out and licked the head of my dick.  A huge shudder ran
through my body.  I could not believe the sensation of my cousin's tongue on
my dick.
	Woody worked his tongue all around my little helmet.  It was ten
times better than what Margie had done.  Slowly, the tongue worked its way
down my shaft.  I thought about closing my eyes.  About forgetting that it
was a boy who was tonguing my cock.  Not just any boy, but my cousin.
	But there was no way I could.  I had to watch.  I had to see this
boy slowly bathing me in his saliva.  Woody pushed my cock up against my
stomach and his tongue found my balls.  More shudders ran through me as he
tongued my nuts.  Then, slowly, deliberately, his mouth closed over the two
little stones and he sucked on them.  It felt like I was gonna cum any
second.
	I found it hard to breath as he sucked my nuts through their thin
covering.  Woody seemed lost in himself.  His eyes were closed and he had a
dreamy look on his face.  I watched as his mouth slid off my nuts and
sucked the underside of my cock.  The sucking continued until he had
reached the sensitive ridge behind my dick head.  My knees almost buckled
as he tongued and sucked it.
	"Oh god!" I gasped.  "Suck it!  Please!"
	And he did.  His mouth slid up to the head of my cock.  I watched
as his soft lips closed over the crown.  His lips sitting in the ridge
behind my head as he started to suck.  I moaned loudly as his mouth applied
a suction that threatened to suck my nuts right up through my dick.
	When I thought I was about to go insane, Woody slid his mouth all
the way down my cock.  I could feel the head in the back of his throat.  I
felt his lips wrapped around the base, his nose nestled in my small bush.
I wanted to scream.  I wanted to cum so bad.  I was in so much pleasure, it
was like being in pain.  I ached for my release.
	Woody did not tease me any longer.  His mouth moved back up my
shaft and then he proceeded to caress my dick with long sensuous strokes of
his mouth and tongue.  I put my hands on his head to help him in his task.
My hips thrust forwards to meet his mouth in time with his downward motion.
I could feel it now.  Boiling deep in my sac.  My seed was eager to venture
forth into the warm, inviting mouth.  I leaned back against the wall,
pulling Woody with me.  I instinctively knew that this orgasm was going to
be mind blowing and would require all my efforts to survive it.
	"Oh god, Woody!" I moaned.  "Swallow it!"
	Woody must have sensed my need.  Felt the urgency in my body.  His
mouth tightened around my cock.  His movements became faster.
	"Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggh!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed.
	My lungs were bursting.  My knees like jelly.  I felt the burning
as my seed sped up my shaft and became one with Woody's mouth.  My hips
thrust forward, almost knocking Woody back on his ass.  He hung on and
sucked sweetly.  Another shot burst forward and my butt slid down the wall,
coming to rest on the edge of the tub.  Woody held on.  His knees between
my outstretched legs.  He milked the seed from my rod until I begged him to
stop.  I had reached the peak and was now falling down the far side.
	Woody held my cock in his mouth as if he were afraid to let it go.
As if ending this glorious blow job would cause me to question him.  To
judge him and find him less than I thought.  In my euphoria, I loved Woody
and wanted to tell him so.  But the words could not be spoken.  I could not
bring myself to express the alien thoughts that ravaged my brain.
	Was I gay?  I had enjoyed this so much.  And I wanted more.  And
worst of all.  I had the urge; the desire; no, the absolute need to get on
my knees.  To worship Woody's dick as he had worshipped mine.  But years of
living in the "hood" had poisoned my mind.  This was gay.  Woody was a fag.
And for that reason, I should hate him.
	I quickly stood up and clambered to open the door.  I rushed
headlong from the tub.  Grabbing a towel, I went to the bedroom and quickly
dried off.  Before Woody even had a chance to react.  I had put on my own
clothes and dashed out the door.  I didn't know where I was going, but I
was running.  Away from Uncle Cal.  Away from Woody.  And away from myself
and my thoughts.  My evil, bad, gay thoughts.
	By the time Woody found me, I was in the hay loft.  Hiding from the
world.
	Hiding from myself.  He had tears streaming down his face when he
climbed the ladder and crossed the bales.
	"Go away!" I choked, as tears started to flood my eyes.
	"I'm sorry," he said.  "I'm sorry."
	I looked at Woody.  He must hurt so bad inside.  What was he
thinking?  I wanted to know.
	"Why?" I pleaded.
	"I don't know," he said, softly.  "I needed to.  I had to."
	"Are you gay?" I asked.
	"I don't know.  Maybe," he said.  "I didn't want to hurt you.  I
thought it would be okay.  That you would like it."
	"I did," I said; the words tumbled from my mouth before I could
stop myself.
	"You did?" he said, looking puzzled.  "But why did you run?"
	I thought about it for a minute.
	"You wouldn't understand," I said, cruelly.
	"Maybe I would," he said.  "Maybe I would."
	"How can you understand what it is to live in hell.  To live in a
place where fags get beat up and even killed.  You live here.  This is
fucking paradise.  You don't know jack about the world," I said, almost
screaming the words.  "I can't be gay!  I can't!"
	"But you aren't gay," Woody answered.  "I mean I saw you.  You
stuck your tongue in Margie.  And she sucked you.  That's not gay."
	"Yeah!  Well, how come what you did was a hundred times better?" I
spat.
	"It was?" Woody said, a smile showing through the tears.
	"Yeah, asshole," I said.  "I liked it alright.  No.  That's a lie.
I loved it.  It was fucking awesome.  So that makes me a fag."
	"No, it makes you a horny twelve year old," he said with a grin.
"Look at how many ways we have gotten our rocks off.  A calf.  A kitten.  A
chicken."
	Remembering the chicken suddenly made me laugh.  I could not help
it.  Maybe he was right.  We were just a couple of horny kids, getting it
anywhere we could.  Then a frown stole the smile from my face.
	"What's wrong?" Woody asked.  "You look like you saw a ghost."
	"No.  What you said makes sense except for one thing...," I said.
	"What's that?" he said, looking puzzled.
	"I didn't run because you sucked my dick.  I didn't run because I
thought you were gay.  I...I ran because I wanted to suck your dick.  To
make you feel like you made me feel," I choked.
	Woody looked at me.  That same dreamy look came over his face.  He
stood up and walked towards where I was sitting.  When he was directly in
front of me, he looked deep into my eyes.  His gaze burned into my soul.  I
felt naked in front of him.  Exposed.  As if he were reading my mind.
	Slowly, Woody's hands went to the waistband of his shorts.  He slid
them slowly off his hips and down to his feet.  He stood in front of me.
Naked.  His dick not hard; not soft.  It was so inviting.  I stared at it.
It was uncut.  Thin.  I wanted to touch it.  I wanted to do more than touch
it.  Woody stood there, staring at me.  Waiting.
	Somewhere in my brain, a door opened.  A bright light shone in
through the open door.  I reached out and held Woody's dick in one hand.
It was warm to the touch.  The skin was soft and silky.  My other hand
found his small testicles.  I sat there.  Holding Woody.  Trying not to
think.  Way back in the farthest corner of my brain, a voice yelled out.
It tried to warn me that I could never turn back.  If I didn't stop now, I
never would.
	Once again, I ran.  Fast.  Out of the barn.  Out into the field.
Leaving Woody standing there, naked.  The feel of his cock and balls still
hot in my hand.  Running away.  From myself.
	This time, Woody didn't follow me.  I was alone.  I stayed there
until darkness threatened to swallow me.  It was Saturday night.  I had one
more day, here.  How could I face Woody?  I wanted him.  I didn't want him.
And, in the process, I knew I had hurt him.  Hurt him bad.
	When I finally retreated from the field; back to the house; Woody
was in bed, asleep.  I quickly shucked off the yellow shorts - Woody's
shorts.  I slid under the cool covers and started to cry.  How long I
cried, I had no idea.  I woke up in the middle of the night.  I had to pee,
bad.  I did not want to get up.  I did not want to find out that Woody was
with his dad, again.  But damn it, I had to go.
	As I got up, I saw Woody's empty bed.  I walked quickly past the
open bedroom door and into the washroom.  I peed, long and hard.  I looked
at my dick.  I flashed back to Woody's mouth on it.  NO!  My brain screamed
the word.  I turned and went back towards the bedroom.  As I passed Uncle
Cal's room, I heard a noise.  I stopped in my tracks.  It was a series of
low soft moans.  Bed springs creaked.  There was a rustling noise.
	Drawn like a moth to a flame, I approached the partially open door.
I stood in front of it.  The noise was louder.  As much as my brain tried
to fight it, the urge was too strong.  My hand, driven by a mind of its
own, reached for the door.  Slowly it pushed open.  Slowly, my eyes were
filled with a sight that they were not ready for.
	There, on the bed, were Woody and Uncle Cal.  Definitely not
asleep, this time.  Woody lay across the bed, sideways to me.  Uncle Cal
was over top of him.  Both were naked.  In a trance, I watched.  My brain
started to pick out details.  The sweat on Uncle Cal's forehead.  The oh so
familiar dreamy look on Woody's face.  Woody's bare legs, drawn up to his
shoulder's.  Uncle Cal's hands hodling his body over his son.
	And the cock.  The large, sleek, powerful cock.  It glistened as it
slid silently between Woody's cheeks.  Deep into his ass.  Back out it
came.  In and out.  Like a giant piston.  And all the while, there were
Woody's soft moans of pleasure.
	My brain finally kicked into gear.  I screamed, I think.  I ran
into Woody's room - my room and slammed the door.  I buried myself under
the covers and cried.  I wanted to go home.

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	At some point, I felt a weight on the bed.  I fought to keep the
covers over my head as hands tried to remove them.
	"Come on, Jack.  We need to talk," a voice said.
	Slowly, I lost the battle.  My head was uncovered and I was rolled
over to face Uncle Cal.  In the background, Woody stood.  Uncle Cal wore a
dressing gown.  Woody had a towel around his waist.
	I looked at Uncle Cal and he looked at me.
	"I guess you saw some things tonight that you didn't want to see,"
he said.  "I apologize.  We should have been more careful."
	"But... you... were...," I stammered, unable to form the words.
	"Woody and I were making love," he said.  "I guess that is hard for
you to understand."
	"You... were... sticking...  your...," again I faltered.
	"Woody and I have always been very close.  And living on a farm.
Well, it sort of breaks down a lot of inhibitions.  Since your Aunt left
us.  Well, Woody and I have found comfort in each other.  We didn't mean
for it to happen.  It just did.  We needed each other for support and love.
And things sort of evolved from there."
	"But how can you be.... gay?" I asked.  "You were married."
	"I don't think we are gay," he said.  "I still think about women.
I know Woody is interested in at least one girl.  No, I think we are just
very close.  Both of us are doing what we want to do.  No one was forced or
tricked into this relationship.  Although, sometimes I think that Woody
seduced me in such a way that I never realized what was happening.  That
doesn't mean I didn't want it to happen.  And we are both glad it did."
	"Leave me alone!" I yelled.  "I don't want to hear anymore.  You
are just a couple of fucking fags!"
	Uncle Cal suddenly looked very sad.  He got up off the bed and took
Woody's hand in his.  Together, they left the room.  At some point, I
managed to fall asleep in spite of the tears.  I felt betrayed in some way.

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	Sunday morning arrived bright and sunny.  I was vaguely aware that
Woody had returned to his own bed.  I heard him get up.  I sneaked a peak
at him as he slid into another pair of those damned Woody shorts.  Fag
shorts I now thought of them.  I feigned sleep as Woody left the room.  I
did not want to face my Uncle or my cousin.  I was due to leave at four
p.m. and planned to hide in the bedroom until then.
	Unfortunately, hunger and the need to piss subverted my plans for
the day.
	I got put of bed.  I put on a pair of my boxers and a pair of my
baggy jean shorts that covered my knees.  Never again would I be caught
dead in faggy yellow shorts that showed off my dick.  I headed for the
bathroom and unloaded a nights worth of pee.  It felt soooooooooo good to
get it all out of me.
	I headed downstairs quietly.  There were no sounds coming from the
kitchen, so I entered.  There was a plate of bacon an eggs in the fridge
that looked like it might have been left there for me.  I nuked it for a
few seconds and then wolfed it down.  I had not realized how hungry I
really was.  After cleaning my plate with a couple of pieces of toast, I
did what was left of the dishes.
	I debated on going back to the bedroom, but the day was bright and
sunny.  Instead, I opted for a walk.  I left the house, being carefully not
to bang the screen door.  Uncle Cal and Woody were nowhere to be seen.  As
I had no desire to run into either, I started to walk down the newly mown
hay field towards the pond.  It was getting close to noon when I arrived
there.  I regretted my choice of clothes as they were hot.  Woody's shorts
may be faggy but at least they were cool.
	I sat beside the irrigation pond.  The urge to swim was strong as
the water looked cool and inviting.  However, I had no desire to get naked
and risk having Woody find me that way.  So, I sat on the grass at the
edge, looking at the cool water.  My knees were pulled up almost to my chin
and I rested my arms and chin on them.  I probably sat there for about a
half hour before I heard the ATV.  Its roar got louder.  I debated on
finding a place to hide, but there was nowhere to go.
	Woody wheeled in on the large machine.  He got off.  Without even
glancing at me, he slipped out of his shorts and dove in a flat arc into
the water.  I tried not to watch him.  I tried to hide within myself.
	For some reason, I could not keep myself from watching my cousin.
He was cool and comfortable in the water.  I was aware of the flashes of
bare skin as he swam or floated.  Strangely, I was drawn to the sight.  My
mind kept trying to find some connection between the beautiful water nymph
and the boy I had seen in his father's bed.  The two just didn't make sense
to me.  In the few short hours that I had been here, I had been drawn
closer and closer to Woody.  I liked him a lot.  In some way, I almost felt
like he was my brother.
	Eventually, Woody tired of his water play.  He came and lay on the
grass several feet from me.  No words were spoken as he stretched out on
his back on the grass, legs apart.  The sun sparkled in the water droplets
that covered his golden skin.  As much as I wanted to hide, I could not
help but look at him.  His nipples stood out sharp and hard on his tanned
chest.  The results of his immersion in the cool pond, no doubt.  His
stomach was flat and smooth with a hint of the abs built up by his farm
labors.  And of course, he had a boner.  It lay just above his belly.  The
smooth skin resting against the hint of pubic hair that crowned his
slightly whiter fleshed mound.
	The hard organ flexed occasionally as the golden boy breathed.  I
could see the tip of his cock head peaking out of its skin covering.  Shit!
Why was I staring at him?  Why did this boy fascinate me so?  I was drawn
to him like a moth to a flame.  Not wanting to get burned, but drawn by
destiny to the brightness.
	My mind flashed through various scenes of my last two days.  Woody
and I with the calf and the kittens.  Woody sleeping comfortably on his
fathers tummy.  My time with Margie and Woody's apparent jealousy.  Woody
bending over, pulling up those damn red shorts over his smooth bum.  For
some reason, all my visions were sexual.  I saw flashbacks of Woody and
Uncle Cal.  The big cock sliding in and out of the smooth bottom.  That
vision caused my body to shake uncontrollably as if I were suddenly cold.
	Then there were visions of Woody and I in the shower.  I had loved
what he had done to me.  And yet, after, there was a bad feeling.  Guilt, I
think.  Guilt that I had enjoyed an act that was considered "gay" where I
came from.
	Had I enjoyed it because I was gay.  Secretly.  Afraid to admit to
myself, let alone anyone else, what I felt.
	I looked at Woody, again.  Tears flowed down my face.  Woody seemed
to sense my feelings.  The arm that had shaded his eyes from the bright sun
moved to his side.
	"Why are you crying?" he asked, partially sitting up and leaning in
one elbow.
	"I don't know," I cried.  "I am confused.  I don't know what I am.
Or what I want."
	Woody reached out his free hand and stroked my arm and back.
	"Can we talk about it?" he said.  "Is it about what happened last
night."
	"Yes.  No.  Shit!  I don't know," I wept.  "What you did in the
shower - what I saw last night - it made me feel sick inside."
	"You were that disgusted by it?" Woody asked.
	"I am not sure," I said.  "Where I live, guys who do shit like that
are fags.  They get beat up sometimes.  Some even get gang-raped and
killed.  It is totally uncool to be gay, man.  It scared the shit out of me
that I could feel anything but hate for you and what you did."
	"But part of me," I continued, "liked what you did.  I think I was
even jealous of what you and your dad were doing together.  When I left you
in the shower, it was because I had the urge to... to...  suck you, man.
And later, after I saw the two of you, I felt really lonely.
	You have a dad.  Shit!  I don't even know who my dad is.  He never
held me or said he loved me.  I miss having a dad.  You and your dad share
so much."
	"But you have a mom," Woody said.  "I miss my mom and wish I had
her back.
	What my dad and I have is great.  But I still wish mom were here."
	For whatever reason, I felt a need for physical touch.  I held out
my arms to Woody.  He fell into my arms and we hugged each other tightly.
My tears fell on his bare shoulder.  I could feel his falling on mine.
There was so much in that hug.  Years of denying that I missed my dad.
Years of being a tough punk.  It all melted away.  I was a sad, vulnerable
little kid.  My cool was gone - maybe forever.
	I released Woody slightly and started to stroke his bare back.  It
felt warm as the sun beat down on it.  I felt Woody's hands caressing my
back.  I leaned back a bit.  I looked into Woody's eyes.  In those deep
pools, I saw nothing but love.  We would be brothers from now on.
	I have never understood why, but the urge was too strong to deny.
I leaned forward and my lips met Woody's.  At first, they just brushed
gently together.  The touch was soft and yet electric.  I pressed slightly
harder, starting to move my mouth on his.  Not wanting to scare me, Woody
let me take the lead and allowed himself to be kissed.
	My mouth pressed firmer and my kiss became driven by a fever deep
inside me.  My arms held Woody tightly.  His fingers caressed my naked back
as my lips parted.  My tongue pressed against Woody's lips.  Slowly, they
parted, allowing my tongue to slide between them.  At first, I was content
to slide my tongue over the soft surface of his lips.  Back and forth,
tasting his saliva as I went.
	Suddenly, as if driven by a mind of its own, my tongue pressed
forward.  It met Woody's His tongue was docile as it lay in his mouth.  He
allowed my tongue to move over top of it.  Along the sides and even
underneath.  My mouth was on fire, now.  I pressed feverishly between his
lips.  I needed a response and I got it.
	Woody's tongue started to dance with mine.  We caressed each other
in a slippery, hot oral embrace.  I could not believe the surges of energy
that passed between us.  I had never felt feelings like this - for anyone.
	Carefully, I withdrew from Woody's mouth.  Our lips rested together
for a moment.  I leaned backwards, slightly.  I looked into Woody's face.
His half closed eyes were waiting in anticipation.  His lips slightly
parted.  His breath coming in hot spurts.
	I leaned into him, again.  Our chests touched and exchanged our
body heat.
	My lips found Woody's eyelids.  I kissed both of them, then bathed
them with my tongue.  I tasted the slight saltiness of his sweat.  I licked
the bridge of his nose.  The smooth cheeks and his upper lip.  Down past
his mouth until I was bathing his chin and neck.  Woody leaned backwards.
Drawing me down with him as he lay back on the grass.
	His head tilted back, offering me his neck and upper body to
explore.  And explore, I did.  My tongue ravished his neck and shoulders.
His skin shone in the sun with the slickness of my spit.  Woody raised his
arms above his head, opening up his hairless armpits to my mouth.  I bathed
one pit and then the other.  Here, the salt was stronger with a slight
sweaty boy smell.  As I completed his pit bath, Woody arched his back,
offering me the two swollen buds that stood out from his bronzed chest.
	My tongue found the left one first.  I teased it with the very tip
of my tongue.  Licking back and forth across it as Woody let out a soft
moan.  I took the small bud between my lips and nipped at it.  Woody thrust
his chest forward and moaned again.  I nipped and sucked on the little
button until Woody pushed me off of it.
	Or should I say, directed my mouth to its companion.  I was happy
to repeat my treatments on the other little teat.  As I worked at it, I
looked at its brother.  It was swollen and raised from the surrounding
circle of brown skin.  The tip was red from being sucked and bitten.
	After a few seconds or minutes - who could tell - Woody's hands
pushed down on the top of my head.  His arched back caused his stomach to
rise up in a curve that lead down to his groin.  As I looked across this
expanse of brown skin, I could see the head of his cock, rising above the
flesh.  It seemed to beckon to me as a pearl of moisture glistened at the
tip.
	I licked his lower chest and his abdomen, much as a mother cat
would lick a kitten.  My tongue reached the small navel opening.  My mouth
closed around it and sucked the small raised centre.  I tasted the small
piece of flesh that had connected Woody to his mother and felt a pang.
Woody missed his mother just as I missed the father I had never known.
	I leaned my cheek on Woody's belly button.  Directly in front of me
was the swollen cock that I had been afraid to touch last night.  I could
not believe what I felt.  I wanted to taste it.  To suck it into my mouth
and throat.  To make Woody cum and feel total pleasure.  Man, I must be
gay.  But, at that moment, what the rest of the world might think did not
matter to me.
	I slid my head down Woody's belly.  As my lips came to rest on the
flared red head of his boycock, it jerked.  It came back to rest on my
lips.  I held it there, not wanting to proceed any farther.  The sooner I
took it into my mouth, the sooner it would be over.  And I might never have
the nerve to do it again.  And I knew I wanted to do it over and over.
	My lips parted and my tongue touched Woody's slit.  The wetness
that sat there melded with the moisture on my tongue.  Moving ahead a
fraction of an inch, I allowed my lips to close, covering about half of the
smooth cock head.  My tongue retreated and I tasted the saltiness of that
pearlescent drop.  The taste was at once totally foreign yet strangely
familiar.  I had tasted my own cum and this was a lot like it.
	I could feel the moan deep inside Woody's body as his hips tried to
push his cock into my mouth.  I held him there, not wanting to rush.  My
lips parted again, and my tongue approached the red tip.  I licked it
several times, moving my tongue from side to side.  Each time I made
contact, Woody's cock jumped.  It was cool that I could have such an effect
on him.
	My position was uncomfortable.  I decided to move down between
Woody's legs.  Woody started to complain, thinking that I was going to
leave him.  I shushed him as I repositioned myself.  Woody spread his legs
as wide as he could as I knelt between them.  His stiff cock was only a few
inches from my face, throbbing in time with his laboured breathing.
	I lowered my face until my nose rested halfway up his stiff shaft.
I stuck out my tongue and started to lick the base of his cock, just above
his sac.  My tongue moved slowly upwards.  Woody moaned out loud as my
tongue rose slowly up the short stick until it was lapping at the area just
below his swollen knob.
	"Oh, god!" he moaned.
	My tongue remained in this sensitive area, licking and playing with
it.  I turned my head sideways and placed my mouth over the split in the
underside of his cock.  Using my mouth, I pushed his dick down onto his
belly and began sucking the tender spot.  Woody's hips started to move as
electricity surged through his body.  I sucked for several minutes, certain
that I was giving him incredible pleasure.  Nothing was too good for him.
	Sensing that it was time to move on, I turned my head back and
slowly enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth.  As I sucked the very
tip, my tongue lapped at his little slit.  Once again, I got that salty
taste.  I wondered if Woody was ready to shoot for the first time.  That
would be so cool!
	I licked and sucked his head, while slowly lowering my mouth.
Soon, I had half his shaft resting between my tongue and the roof of my
mouth.  As I sucked, I swirled my tongue on the underside of his dick.
Woody seemed to be liking it, as his fingers tangled into my hair and tried
to force me farther onto him.  I could almost taste the excitement that was
overtaking his body.
	I gagged slightly as I pushed farther onto his sweet cock.  The
head hit the back of my throat and I swallowed.  I could feel the moan that
came from deep within my cousin.  Somehow, I managed to force him into my
throat without bringing up my breakfast.  My lips circled the base of his
stiff erection and I could feel it throbbing.  My fingers encircled his sac
and squeezed his balls.
	Woody started to writhe underneath me.  His hips buck as he tried
to satisfy the incredible need he felt.  I pushed him downwards with my
other hand and began a slow ascent up his shaft.  My lips and tongue were
in overdrive as they bathed the stiff organ.  Woody was almost crying with
delight.  Over and over, the words escaped his lips.
	"Oh, please!  Oh, please!"
	His fingers grabbed handfuls of my hair and forced me downwards.
When I was half way, Woody pumped into my mouth.  I held my lips tightly
around his shaft and allowed him to fuck my mouth.  I could taste more
saltiness as he pumped his way to his orgasm.  I held firm, giving as much
tongue action as I could.
	I felt Woody's shaft stiffen and become rock hard.  His hips bucked
upwards, almost throwing me off.  His cock throbbed in my mouth.  I felt a
surge of warm cum blast into the back of my throat.  Woody gasped loudly.
His fingers almost scalped me as he pushed his organ into my throat.
	His hips fell back onto the grass.  As if that one spurt had
drained him of all energy.  I quickly started to pump my mouth up and down.
Several more warm spurts surged out of Woody's cock and into my mouth.
	"Oh, God!  Oh, God!," he moaned.
	 Worked on his cock for another minute until he started to push me
away.
	"Oh shit," he moaned.  "I can't take anymore.  That was the best,
Jackie."
	I looked at his flushed face.  Suddenly my own face went red.  The
full realization of what I had just down filled my head.  But it wasn't
wrong, anymore.  All that mattered in this world right now was Woody and I.
If I were gay, so be it.  If this is what it felt like to be gay, man.
Then I didn't give a shit.  I was so happy.
	I sat on the grass looking at Woody.  He was starting to regain his
breathing and had a cute smile on his face.  He reached out his hand to me
and I took it in mine.
	"I love you, Jackie," he said.
	"I think, I love you, too," I said.
	The words felt good as they rolled off my tongue.
	"I don't want to leave," I said.
	I had suddenly realized that my departure was only a few hours
away.
	"Hey, we can talk to my Dad," he said.  "Maybe you can stay another
day."
	"No.  You don't get it man," I whispered, a tear rolling down my
cheek.  "I want to stay here forever.  With you.  With your dad.  On the
farm."
	"Maybe you can," Woody said.  "Let's go talk to my Dad."
	"You mean it!" I yelled.
	"Of course, stupid," he chastised.  "I always wanted a big brother.
Especially one who gives cool blow jobs."
	I tackled him and pushed him back onto the grass as we both
exploded in gales of laughter.  I put all my weight on top of him and found
his mouth with mine.  We lay like that; kissing each other; sometimes
gently; sometimes passionately.  How long, I can't remember.
	"Come on," Woody said finally.
	Pushing me up, he pulled on his shorts.  He got up and I followed
him to the ATV.  He fired up the engine and, together, we roared towards
the house.
	It felt neat riding on the back, my arms wrapped around Woody's
chest.  For once in my life, I felt like I belonged.  We raced onto the
yard and Woody skidded to a stop.  We dove off the machine and raced to the
door, almost tripping each other.
	"Dad!  Dad!" Woody yelled.
	"What is it Woody?" a voice said from the den.  "I am trying to do
the books."
	We both charged into the den and stopped breathlessly in front of
Uncle Cal.
	"Jackie wants to stay here," Woody said, his words tumbling
together.
	"What do you mean, stay here?" he asked.
	"Like live here!  Forever!" Woody blurted.
	"Whoa, boy!  Just hold onto your hat," Uncle Cal said.
	He looked at me for a moment.
	"This is a big change from last night, Jackie.  I think you guys
better explain yourselves," he said.
	Woody and I looked at each other.  Both our faces went beet red.
	"I think I am beginning to get the picture," Uncle Cal said, with a
smile on his face.  "Now explain.  And I mean everything."
	Slowly Woody related the story of the shower last night and our
morning together.  It was extremely embarrassing.  For a moment, I thought
Uncle Cal might be jealous.  Woody finished by repeating his request that I
stay there - for good.
	"I think you guys better go do some chores," he said.  "I need to
do a whole mess of thinking and I don't want you two staring at me while I
do it."
	Woody and I looked at each other than headed at a dead run for the
door.  We did the chores faster than humanly possible.  Well, it seemed
that way.  An hour later, we burst back into the house and stormed into the
den.  Uncle Cal was waiting.  He motioned for us to sit across from him on
the couch.
	"I called your mom, Jackie," he began.  "You can stay for another
night.  But she doesn't want you missing too much school.  Seems you aren't
the greatest student in the world."
	"I can try harder," I blurted out.
	"Well, that might be a good start towards getting what you want,"
he said.
	"As for you living here permanently, that is a hard one.  Your
reasons for wanting to stay here right now are based on sex.  Any wise man
knows that sex is only a small part of life.  You might change your mind in
a week, or a month, or a year.  Once the novelty wears off, there is no
telling how you will feel."
	"But, I love Woody!"  I said.
	The words scared me at first.  And embarrassed me.  Then, looking
at Woody, I knew I meant them.
	"I know you THINK you do," he said.  "And, maybe right now, you do.
But that can change."
	He sat there, contemplating his next words.
	"Then there is the problem of the relationship between Woody and
I," he said.  "I think I know how Woody feels about that.  I don't think
either of us could give that up.  At least not right now."
	He looked at Woody.  Woody nodded in silent agreement.  My face
must have dropped a foot.  They both looked at me as if I were about to
pass on.
	"I don't mind sharing," Woody said, in a quiet voice.
	"And neither do I," Uncle Cal added.  "But then there are you
feelings to consider, Jackie."
	"I... I think I can... share, too," I said, hesitantly.
	"Yes, but you are not really sure of that are you?" he asked.
	"No," I said.  "But I am willing to try anything, just to be with
Woody."
	"Yes, but you were pretty disgusted with Woody and I last night,
weren't you," he said.
	I couldn't answer.  I knew he was right.  I might be able to accept
that I was gay.  That I loved Woody.  But could I accept their
relationship?  Could I sleep in my bed, knowing that Woody was with his
dad... doing... stuff.
	"I thought so," Uncle Cal continued.  "I think you guys better go
clean out the barn while I make supper.  Then, we will need to sit down and
have a long talk.  You okay with that?"
	We both nodded.  Our trip to the barn was much slower.  Much of our
earlier enthusiasm had warn off.  We both knew it would be very hard -
especially for me.  We cleaned the barn in almost total silence.  Sometime
later, we heard Uncle Cal call.  We headed to the house for dinner and
whatever else lay ahead.

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the story will continue in part two - The Decision