Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2016 11:55:10 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Cherry Pickers Chapter 18

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Cherry Pickers Chapter 17

For once I slept the sleep of the just, the excitement of losing my Cherry
on the giant cock finally left as my head hit the pillow I don't think I
turned or moved until awaking the next morning about 10.  My butt was
pleasantly sore and tingled, yet it let me know it wanted the feel of hot
cock again, as soon as possible.  I got up and performed the 3 S's, the
shit part a little gingerly at first, and got dressed. Lunch today with
General Saxton? I think I have lunch with General Saxton today, I said to
myself. Did I dream that up or did he ask me to lunch after seeding my ass?
I heard footsteps entering the barracks and the intake of breathe as the
many of my friends all still naked as I was, looked up and arose, almost
coming to attention as General Saxton entered the room.

"At ease guys" he laughed realizing that his military presence brought out
the recruit in most men, "You ready to get something to eat, I bet you are
famished," he continued his eyes locked on mine.

"Sir, Yes SIR" I blurted, not knowing where my military response came from.

"Come on Frank, let's go Son" he whispered in my ear, and so I followed him
out and continued to follow him to the most revered building on the Campus
of the Cherry Pickers, the home of the Founder himself. Built in the style
of a Green and Green bungalow, as we entered I realized was probably
furnished with real Stickley furniture I watched as the General's ass
beckoned me to follow him into this sumptuous masculine abode.

"Welcome Frank," I heard a voice, warm in tone, but with authority call my
name. The voice stood up, revealing a man in his late 50's, 60's or maybe
70's. "He IS a treasure son," the Founder said to the General.

"Frank, I'll not beat about the bush" the General said, "I am your
biological father and this Son is your Grandfather, the founder of the
Cherry Pickers." Sit down" he commanded "because it is a fairly long story
and I hope you are not too freaked out that your father blasted his seed
into your hot hole last night, something I have wanted to do since I knew
you existed."

"Let me start the conversation," the warm voice of my Grandfather
interrupted. "Gay rights have come so far, and yet have so far to go. When
I started the Cherry Pickers, I had through hard work amassed 20 million
dollars, which twenty or so years ago was a lot of money. I was in a
loveless marriage which I'm sure was somewhat my fault as I married because
I was gay and trying to prove I was not. About the time your father entered
junior high school, your grandmother and I divorced. She obtained quite a
nice settlement and built this house and bought and planted the Cherry
Orchards. She was not a business woman and she and her second husband
quickly squandered the fortune and mortgaged this place. By the time your
father entered Military College, he came to me, telling me he was
homosexual as we called it in those days and stating that one of his
favorite places on the face of the earth was about to be sold at
foreclosure, and at his behest, I bought the place as my own."

"I was determined to make the place succeed as a working Cherry Farm. I
realized after the first season, that there were young gay men who wanted
to be able to express themselves and live and love outside the confines of
society.  Giving these gay young men a carefree summer away from the
pressures of worrying about their sexuality was my gift to them, but they
responded and put their heart and soul into the business, and this farm
after the first season had the largest harvest, and the workers were the
happiest.  About the same time, the freezing of sperm and invetro
fertization was being developed and I invested in a fledgling company that
succeeded. I opened a sperm bank close to the Cherry Picking Ranch, and
plowed one-half of all profits from each enterprise into the foundation so
that young men could realize that being gay and enjoy the act of men
experience love and sex.  I also realized that I was dealing with some of
the smartest people I had ever met, many who could not continue their
education because they were gay and others who for whatever reason had not
received scholarships.  I really did not want male whores here, and a group
of my friends and I devised the idea of having gay male virgins work here
as Cherry Pickers. Over a game of cards, I revealed to some of my gay
friends that I was an anal virgin, and he responded that he would give One
Million Dollars if I would consent to being fucked by a man of his choosing
in front of him. Instead of repulsing me, the idea of raising a million
dollars and finally being fucked was enticing, and I would not even have to
choose the man, as he would be chosen for me. There 10 men present, all of
whom were gay or bi and had been fucked, and the remaining nine each agreed
to match the one million dollars if they could be present. I assembled the
workers and told them that they did not have to attend, but that in order
to raise funds for a scholarship fund to send them to college, I was going
to get fucked in front of an audience, and they were invited to attend as
they were the beneficiaries. Later that evening, all of the workers came
forward and said they felt that if I consented they would like to offer
their virgin asses if it meant raising further funds. I assured them that I
did not want them to think I wanted to whore them out in order to receive a
scholarship, and dismissed the idea entirely. The next morning a spokesman
from the group said that these men had stayed virginal all summer and many
were knowingly around gay men for the first time and that the hormones were
raging in the barracks. If he could assure them that before the end of the
summer they would have experienced man sex, it would be easier on the
men. And so began the tradition that as long as a man was an anal virgin,
he could be a member of the Cherry Pickers, the students voting that in
order to be fair, every man had to have his Cherry Picked in front of the
audience.  It was there that the idea of a Cherry Picking ceremony began."

"I was the first man to lose my virginity in front of a room full of men.
The Board of Directors choose wisely, and elected the man who had come up
with the idea. We were both in our forties at the time. If you want to know
what I looked liked when I got fucked the first time, just look at your
father now.  He was tall, amazingly fit, with a smooth body and extremely
hairy ass. I was shocked to see a 10 inch cock, but with ten million at
stake, realized that one million per inch was the least I could do for the
cause.  That evening I realized that I was very versatile, that my ass
after the initial shock of accepting a 10 inch cock responded and was a
power bottom ass. My cock remained hard the entire time, and if it could
have fucked an ass at the same time would have gladly done so. What became
the Board of Directors was insure how to treat the remaining men who wanted
to lose their virgin ass status. Fortunately, a member of that class came
up with the idea of the auction. And so, the examining table that you saw
the defloration take place on has a special place in my heart and my ASS,
for that matter," he grinned, "as mine and over a hundred other guys had
their cherry's popped on that very table. Oh the stories those stirrups
could tell" he mused.  It was then, when he smiled that I realized that the
man's mannerisms and build reminded me a mix between Cary Grant and George
Clooney. What a gene pool to draw from.

Grandfather continued, "I formed a Board of Directors from the original men
who contributed one million each to watch me get fucked, and we developed
the rules that you participated in this summer. Only men who had had their
Cherries Picked could nominate new members, making sure that the newbies
were virgins as far as anal sex was concerned. It's ionic how honest men
are about whether they have been fucked or not.  The fourth summer of
induction, the Board decided to honor me in a special way, and the Altar of
the Cock, based upon my shaft and balls was sculpted by a prominent gay
Italian sculptor. I swear I wept when it was unveiled. Over 200 photos had
been made of my cock, and the sculptor came over and had be get hard and
studied my cock from every angle, as he decided the best way to interpret
it in stone. The Board paid for the cock out of their own pocket the cost
of the marble alone being what I thought was ridiculous, but the board
insisting it had to match my skin tone. Every man since then who has had
the pleasure of becoming a Cherry Picker has had his cherry plucked on that
very cock, with the exception of your friend, Bill, who went through the
defloration ceremony, and was the first man in ages to have his Cherry
Popped on the examination table."

Frank: The cock gene in my family must be a strong one, as my grandfather,
father and I all shared identical cocks, as there was no doubt my father's
and my cock matched that of the statue, mine was a goodly heritage I mused.

At this point my father said, "I wondered what was wrong with me in high
school and college as women did not interest me. I held myself in check and
did not act on my emotions to experience another man, for two reasons, one
I guess, since the men I knew were gay didn't interest me and, two, I did
not know where to go to find a guy that would interest me.  An older fellow
classmate and graduate called me one day and said he was in town and would
I be interested in dinner. `Hell Yea' I said and he without going into
graphic detail, he found out I was a gay virgin in every way and bluntly
asked if I thought I was into "man sex."

"And so it was that I became a member of the first class of Cherry Pickers
to offer their virginity on the Altar of the Cock" my father grinned. I
knew it was what I wanted but was nervous as hell that my father, the
leader of the Cherry Pickers would be in the room watching me get fucked
for the first time. There was only one kink in the works, my father said,
"I had done extremely well in Military College and was being recruited by a
preeminent government agency that did not favor gays kindly. We at the
Cherry Pickers thought it would be a wonderful ruse to have a member of
their revered agency to be a member of our group, and I was game, as I had
found out there was a ceremony attached to losing your virginity, thought I
did not know what.

Taking a deep breath, my father, General Saxton continued, "And so it was
that entered as a newbie under an assumed name and became one of the guys,
which I did and which is why you will not find my name in the minutes of
the annals of the Cherry Pickers. Due to the fact that homosexuality was so
disfavored, and the idea of having an auction for virgin asses would be so
abhorrent to many, we had made this a secret society and brotherhood from
the beginning. " I hope I'm not boring you he said. I assured him I was not
and he continued "That was the summer that the Sperm Bank opened in this
region, I made several deposits. Your Grandfather as the owner knew which
test tubes were being used, and he kept tabs of each and every
fertilization made using my sperm. Any sperm that was yours, he also, in
the art of science followed the pregnancy and the growth of the
children. Your grandfather monitored you at least on a yearly basis, and
was able to find out many details of your home life. "

"Frank, The man who married your mother was a stoic and great man," my
grandfather said," I think he realized shortly after your birth that all
your mother was interested in was social standing and the trappings of
wealth.  I think she wanted a child solely to suck up to his parents who
were very wealthy. He was able to keep your mother in check and I have
always wondered if he would have been a member of the Cherry Pickers if he
had been given the opportunity.  As your father said, I was able to follow
your growing up as there were members of the Brotherhood in your hometown
who looked after you for me. After the man you loved as a father was killed
in the wreck, your mother became a raving bitch and the Brotherhood feared
for your safety. A bi member of the Brotherhood, who had a daughter by his
first marriage dated and eventually married your mother and became your
step-father.  Bob loves you very much and ran much interference for you,
which you will never know about. He protected you from her.  Your mother
sensed you might be gay at an early age, and did all she could to `keep you
from depravity' as she put it."

"Your step father knew that one false move on his part result in his
divorce and further your mother's plans for you.  He intervened as your
mother wanted you to attend a community college so she could monitor your
every move and get you engaged to the "right girl" of her choosing.  It was
he who persuaded her that you would not be around `faggots' at the Military
College, and this you escaped her clutches. The ironic thing, it was Bob
who was ultra-rich and except for a few days each summer here, never
strayed. Once your mother threw you out and Bob made sure you were here in
the safety of the Cherry Pickers, he found that your mother was fucking the
tennis coach at the County Club and started divorce. To avoid scandal, your
mother accepted a few million dollars as settlement and now your mother and
"Kind Mary" are now living an upper middleclass lifestyle, and she has
entered law school."  Bob, your stepfather is the man who had the honor of
taking my cherry, a founding member, and board member.  I had the honor of
taking your father's cherry, and now Bob claimed seconds on you,"

My father spoke up and said "I was offered a chance at Military
Intelligence, at a time when homosexuality would have precluded me from
service.  I guess you can figure the branch. Because of my summer here was
spent under an assumed name, the US Intelligence was told I had spent the
summer here as a worker. Although we think they suspected the true nature
of the Brotherhood, even that agency could not prove that anything out of
the ordinary happened here or that I was a member."

"The proudest moment of my life was the evening, I had the honor of being
the first person to have his Cherry Picked on the Altar of the Cock." While
I did not know who would pluck my cherry, I had hinted strongly to my
father that he had been there for me for every important event of my life
and that I would feel much more assured if a man with experience who I
trusted with every fiber of my being was the one to bring me to
manhood. And so it was when I stood up to meet my fate, knowing my life was
to change forever in those few moments, I breathed a sigh of relief as your
grandfather strode on stage, proudly naked at age 49, and took me by the
hand and led me to the Cock. He positioned me so he could eat my ass, and
eat it he did, he tongue probing my inner being. He sucked on my cock, and
balls and then nibbled on my tits, and I began to beg him to fuck
me. Burying his tongue in my right ear, he then squeezed by left nipple as
hard as could, concentrating exquisite pain in my left nipple, and absolute
pleasure in my right ear. I really did not realize that his cock was buried
in my ass until he began to slowly fuck me to truly make me is son a
man. My cock has never shot as hard as it did as I felt my father's sperm
seed my virgin ass. The only thing that has ever come as close to that
feeling was as my cock let loose last night and I flooded your manhole with
more of the sperm that created you."

"Because of the nature of my work, I told my father, your grandfather that
it would be wise for me to marry. Single men were suspect in the agency,
and I wanted to succeed.  I found a woman that I could love, and although
for me the sex was not of the quality and intensity that I felt with men
that summer, I functioned and my life went on as I served my county and
helped prevent some disasters."

"That is an understatement", Grandfather said, "I personally some national
disasters that were averted due to your fathers diligence, that will never
come to light.  Your father retired a couple of years before 9/11. His wife
and daughters, were meeting with the Head Chef at Windows on the World the
morning of 9/11 to plan a surprise birthday party for him, which I had
agree to pay. The guest list was to be extensive and include many, but of
course the party was scrapped following the death of his wife and
daughters.  Your father was devastated and I wanted to let him know that he
had a son, but could not as you legally belonged to another person.  Your
father became a shell of the man he had been after 9/11. It wasn't long
thereafter that the man you thought was your father was killed and Bob,
your father and I all watched and waited to see what would happen with your
life. Were you gay? It appeared you were, but we didn't know.  We agreed
that you were the fruit of our loins and that we would provide for you once
you graduated from college or were free from your mothers clutches,
whichever event occurred first.  He and I set up the trusts for you, to
become yours, even if we never had the opportunity to meet you.  A sudden
phone call to your Grandfather from Coach Jerry and Bob set the wheels in
motion.  At last, the Brotherhood and your family were free to act on your
behalf. Had you been straight, your trust would have sent you to college
and provided for you, as we in no way wanted to pressure you or have you
choose to be gay from pressure, which would be just as bad as your
pretending to be straight to avoid social stigma.  It is ironic that what
was probably the worst night of your life, feeling betrayed by all who you
thought would love and support you was in fact the best night of my life,
as I knew my son and grandson would be united. Not only united, but the
blood that had created the Cherry Pickers was in your veins and that you
longed to become a part of the Brotherhood. That is how you received your
invitation to become a Cherry Picker," my loved and treasured grandson.

Hearing my Grandfather tell me my genealogy, and how I had arrived at the
ranch to become a Cherry Picker, one of the elite, my true father, the
strong General, who had stood before cameras calming the Nation in times of
national disaster or tragedy, began to weep and sob, as he reached out his
hand and stoked my palm.  Grandfather said, "And so my very Grandson, I
welcome you as a true member of the Cherry Pickers. I have invested part of
my wealth in trust accounts in your name, which became yours this very
summer. You are now worth about 100 million in liquid assets as well as two
thousand acres of land adjacent to the Cherry Pickers Ranch. You my
Grandson are loved and respected".

"I plan to make my home here" my father said. "I spent much time talking to
Coach Jerry this summer learning about you, and what a positive influence
he had in your life. In fact, I found myself waking up each morning ready
for the free time when Jerry would talk about you, his matters and his
philosophy of life. I had the option of taking his cherry or yours last
night. He urged me to take your cherry, just as your father had taken mine
. Telling me that you should have the same experience that I had, knowing
that a loving father had thought enough of his son to bring him to
manhood. I waivered until the end, afraid that you would not want me to be
the one.  My mind changed when I found that two Coach's former students had
salivated over his ass in school and wanted both the honor of popping the
Coach's cherry and taking seconds. I was happy to pay any amount necessary
to grant their wish so these members of the Brotherhood welcomed their
Coach.  I plan to build a home on a smaller tract of only 1000 acres
adjacent to your tract and will invest in the procreation of Cherry Trees
and developing better strains of cherries, as we begin to run the Sperm
Banks and Reproductive Centers which will help gay men have their own
children. Do you want to be a part of this enterprise or do you have dreams
of your own to follow?" he asked.

"I am for the first time in my life at home", I replied," And will finish
my MBA and take courses in both the family enterprises over the next few
years so I can really learn the family business, and have a great time as
well.  My Father and Grandfather you are both extremely wise, handsome and
virile men. If I can ever do ANYTHING for either of you, it shall be my
honor to so."



End of Chapter 17

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