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Please let me know what you think at lakesinclairsstories @ gmail.com and don't forget to donate to Nifty as they do an amazing job. "Not what I thought escape meant" Chapter 102 "Now son I know that it is really non of my business but you are at my home so I am making it my business. Exactly what do you expect out of your visit ?" The farmer's wife asked. "I wanted to see my father." Lance said. "I understand that but the nature of your visit is my concern. I was there when you and your brother and sister tried to have life saving treatment for him denied." She said. "That was them." Lance said. "So your signature was forged ?" She asked. "Well no, that was my signature." Lance said looking down at the porch floor. "So you wanted him dead and now you show up at my door after his life was saved and expect me to just welcome you in ?" She asked. "I signed a lot of papers they put in front of me. I didn't read them." Lance said. I want an honest answer. If you had read it before hand would you have still signed it ?" She asked. "Probably so." Lance whispered. "So your defense of not knowing what you signed is no longer a valid argument so I will ask one more time. Why are you here ?" She asked. "I miss my father." Lance said. "Not a good enough answer son. Are you here to upset your Dad and question him about what has happened ?" She asked. "No Ma'am." Lance said still looking at the floor. "Then it should be an easy answer. Why are you here ?" She asked. "I guess to apologize." Lance said. "You guess ?" She asked. "I am not my brother or sister. They don't know I am here. I have my own business and am doing quite well. They are the ones upset about the money and property." Lance said. "Well I am not going to grill you about everything and make you feel unwelcome here but I will tell you this. I may be old and you may think you can pull the wool over my eyes to get what you want but I will be watching you. As long as you mind your manners you will be welcome in my home but if you show your Texas ass I will assure you that my cast iron frying pan is as old as me and it fits my right hand real well. Ask anybody that knows me. It doesn't have certain names engraved on it. It hits who I aim it at." She said with folded arms. "I can believe you." Lance said. "If you keep your manners and do not start an argument it will serve you the best bacon, corn and cornbread you ever ate. You act up and I promise it will give you a headache that you will remember 'till your dying day. Do we understand each other ?" She asked. "Yes Ma'am." Lance said finally looking up at the farmer's wife. "Enjoy your tea young man. I will go and see if your father is awake and what he says." She said before standing and heading for the door. Lance sat on the porch anxious to see if his father was willing to talk to him. As he thought about what all had happened he realized that he could not be upset with his interrogation. "There is not telling what they must think of me." Landon thought. Lance could hear voices from inside the house. The most clear was B. Lance laughed to himself having known B his whole life. "I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall when he met that lady." He thought. Lance had known B his whole life and to hear this little lady put him in his place and not let him argue back was something he had never seen in his close to fifty years. "I will tell you just like I told him. My skillet has no special names on it. You don't watch your mouth and your tone, I will put it up side your head just I like I promised him I would do to him. Do you understand ?" The farmer's wife was heard as she cornered B. Lance had to smile and laugh to himself at the thought of B being scared to reply to anyone. About that time the screen door opened. As he looked towards the door he saw an older man walking out. Yes he had lost a good bit of weight and his health issues had aged him, but it was his father. Lance went to stand but realized his legs would not hold his weight. His mouth was so dry he could not speak, but his heart jumped at the thought his father was willing to speak to him. Carl and Max had made it home and changed into much more comfortable attire. Both men were naked on the couch watching one of the many ball games of the day. Max kept moving around to try and get comfortable. "What's wrong babe ?" Carl said rubbing Max's back. "Not sure. I just can't get comfortable. Well it's not that. I just feel uneasy." Max said. "Take a nap. You have to be exhausted. You have been going since about five a.m." Carl said. "You may be right." Max said taking a cleansing breath. Carl moved around to get even more comfortable as Max lay across the couch with his head on Carl's lap. Not sure exactly why he felt the way he did he lightly drifted off to sleep as Carl lightly rubbed his back. Max was woken by the sound of Carl's cell phone. Realizing that he had been asleep less than five minutes he could feel it as his hands shook a little trying to wake with the rest of him. "Hey buddy. I hope you enjoyed lunch." Carl said. Still unsure of who was calling or for what reason Max closed his eyes again. He could feel the muscles in Carl's body begin to tense. "Do not leave them alone. I will be there in a minute." Carl said. "Apparently the voice on the other end assured him that all was well. "It is for the moment. I will be there in a minute." Carl said. Max was wide awake by this point and lifting himself to an upright position. "What's wrong ?" Max asked. "One of Durk's boys showed up at the house." Carl said quickly getting to his feet. "I am coming with you." Max said. "You just rest babe. Take a nap." Carl said. "You leave without me and you had better stay there for a few days." Max said as he headed to the bedroom for clothes. "You said something wasn't right. I guess that was it." Carl said as he pulled up his jeans. "I doubt one had to do with the other but we do need to get moving." Max said as both men were finally dressed and headed for the door. The farmer sat as long as he could. He had made the call to Carl and knew he was on his way. Walking out onto the porch he could see that the conversation seemed to be going fair but Durk was stressed. "Why don't you two give this reunion a five minute break. Go on inside Durk and get you a glass of water and wash your face." The farmer said reaching out to pull Durk up from the chair. "Butt...." Lance started. "Son I didn't tell him to get in the car and leave. I just told him to get a glass of water and wash his face. We aren't young whipper snappers like you are." The farmer said. "I just didn't want him to leave and not come back." Lance said. "This is his home. He ain't going anywhere." The farmer said. "Is my father doing alright ?" Lance asked. "He smiles a lot so I guess he is." The farmer said. "I mean his health too." Lance said. "Well son the one thing God did not grant us was the ability to get younger instead of older. His cancer seems stable and so does his heart. I am sure he is like me and my knees ache and I take more naps." The farmer said. "Well I know I have made an enemy out of at least one in this house." Lance said. "You must mean B. I don't blame him. Right now you are still on the fence where me and Maw are concerned." The farmer said. "I did not know half the stuff my brother and sister were doing. I have my own business and did not rely on Dad for a living like they did." Lance said. "I am proud for you son. What matters now is what you do moving forward. Don't worry about B, Maw has her skillet." The farmer said. "I thought that was a joke." Lance said. "Oh no son that damn skillet is no joke." The farmer laughed. "Has she ever used it on you ?" Lance asked. "Once." The farmer laughed. "Son I learned early in life that there is really nothing in this world worth stressing over that you hurt someone or hurt their feelings over. We only have a short spin on this earth. Maw and I had only been married for a couple of years. I came in one night and informed her that I had spent a bunch of money on something for the farm. She asked why I did not talk to her about it. I made the mistake of telling her that it was my farm and she was my old lady and I could do whatever I saw fit. I can still hear the ringing in my ears." The farmer said. "What did you do ?" Lance asked. "I said ouch." The farmer laughed. "I mean did you two argue about her hitting you ?" Lance asked. "Another lesson I learned early son was that a happy wife made a happy life. Besides she told me if I didn't get that message that she would tie me up in the bed sheets one night and whip my ass with a broom stick. I believed her." The farmer said still laughing. "I hope my father is alright." Lance said. "He is fine and don't worry about B." The farmer said. The sound of the diesel engine gearing down to turn into the drive brought both men's attention to the drive. "Well here comes the Rexlan boys. I guess you get to meet them too." The famer said. Lance swallowed the lump in his throat as he saw the height and size of Carl's chest and arms as he stepped out of the truck. Max stepped around the front of the truck to walk beside Carl. "Now in that pair the short one is the one you need to fear." The farmer whispered. "But the other guy is so big." Lance whispered. "I'm just saying. Fear the short one." The farmer said as he stood to go greet the guys. "What does he want? Why is he here ? I bet he is here to see how your health is so he can report back to those other two. No , no, I bet he is here to see if he can dig up something on me or you and use it against us." B said pacing the floor. "Calm down honey, you have steam coming from your ears." Durk said. "I don't trust him and the nerve of his to show up on Thanksgiving Day." B said. "Both of you calm down. If he is up to no good he just hit a brick wall." The famer's wife said. "What do you mean ?" Durk said. The farmer's wife turned and look through the front window. "Well the old man is introducing him now to Carl and Max." She said. Durk almost jumped from the couch. "That's good. Carl can pond him in the dirt." B said. "If that was necessary Carl would not be needed but we thought it best that they be here just in case there was a legal issue. I got the physical part." The farmer's wife said. Lance was introduced to both Carl and Max. As they walked back up on the porch Durk met them at the door. "I am glad that you got to meet these two special men Lance." Durk said. "They seem to be very nice." Lance said still remembering what the farmer had said. "Ready to talk some more ?" Durk asked. "Whenever you are Dad." Lance said. "Just a quick minute Durk. I would like to speak to Lance in private." Max said. B stepped out the door as if to follow Max and Lance. "I said private, B." Max said causing B to stop and huff. "Let me start by saying that I don't know you Lance but realize also that you don't know me. I don't know why you are here and is really non of my business but Durk is my business. I dug deeper in my soul than I thought was possible to get your father the cancer treatment he needed. When I was at the end of my rope your father reached out a helping hand. No he did not give me money, he gave me a piece of his heart and opened his home to my husband and I until he was able to bring me home. I will not stand by and see him hurt even more. If that is the reason for your visit then don't let the asphalt slap you in the ass on your way out." Max said. "So he is your husband ?" Lance asked. "Yes, Is that an issue with you ?" Max asked. "Not at all. I have known about Dad since I was probably five or six. My brother in law is gay so I have no problem, and I am not here to hurt him. I promise." Lance said. "I know about the will changes and I know about the judges order to not revive him." Max said. "That was my siblings. I signed the papers without reading them and as for the will, that is his business. The stop in money did not devastate me like it did them." Lance said. "I just wanted to set the record straight. It's Thanksgiving. Have you eaten ?" Max asked. "I had a pack of crackers around lunch." Lance said. "I will go inside and fix you a proper plate." Max said. "Mr. B. may spit in it." Lance laughed. "If he does he will wear it and I will fix you another one." Max said as he placed his hand on Lance's shoulder. "Don't hurt your Dad and we will be fine. Let me go fix you a proper meal while you and your Dad talk more." Max said. "Thank you." Lance said. Max entered the house and could tell that B was on the edge. In fact he could see that B was about to fall off the edge. "Come help me." Max said. "Help you how ?" B asked. "I am going to fix Lance a Thanksgiving dinner plate." Max said still walking towards the kitchen. "You think I am going to help feed him. I will grind up the glass to put in the food." B said. "You will do no such a thing, but you will help me prepare his plate and there will be no funny business." Max said. "The nerve of him. The nerve of them both." B said and huffed. "It's Thanksgiving B and my husband is in a really good mood. I know you are anxious right now and pissed off but you piss my husband off and I will get that fry pan." Carl said in a somewhat stern tone before smiling at B. Max opened the refrigerator and began to pull out left over food that had been packed and sent home with Durk and B. Max could tell that B's level of frustration was even heightened being asked to help prepare a plate. "Does Lance eat pasta salad ?" Max asked not looking at B. "Don't know, Don't care. Put it on there and maybe he will choke on it." B. said. "What vegetables does he eat ?" Max said as he opened different containers. "I DON"T KNOW AND REALLY DON'T FUCKING CARE. Where is the rat poison ?" B growled in a loud, deep voice. "BAM" rang out loud through the house followed by a loud screech from B. Carl and the farmer's wife jumped and ran to the kitchen. As Carl turned the corner he stopped quickly as he watched his husband and B. Max was standing on one side of the kitchen bar with an empty frying pan in his hand shaking it in B's face. Carl quickly realized that the loud noise was not the pan connecting with B's head but apparently the counter top to get B's attention. Durk and Lance had been talking on the porch but stopped momentarily when they heard the commotion. The farmer took the remote control and turned the volume up on the television, hoping to drown out what was sure to be a shouting match. "One more word B and I swear I will prove to you that the frying pan up side the head was invented in Georgia. I know that you are nervous and upset but get the fuck over yourself." Max said in a low but stern voice. "I'm scared." B said and finally began to release a couple of tears that he had been holding back. "Scared of what ?" Max asked. "Scared of why Lance is here. Scared of what he may talk his father into doing. I'm just scared. They wanted him dead." B said. "What scares you the most ?" Max asked. "That they sent Lance here to convince their Dad to move back to Texas where they can control him and let him die. I am finally happy after all these years." B said. "Oh so this is about you then ?" Max said with his back to B as he assembled the plate. "No it's about Durk." B said. "Doesn't sound like it to me." Max said. "What are you talking about ?" B said in frustration. "The main things I have heard from you are concerning you and how it may affect you." Max said. "But...... " B started. Max turned and faced B. "Do you trust Durk ?" Max asked. "Yes." B said. "Do you trust me and Carl ?" Max asked. "Yes but that's not the point." B said. "Not the point ?" B said. "Seems like it's the point to me. Do you trust us not to let anything happen to Durk ? Do you trust us to not let Lance hurt Durk or talk him into doing anything crazy ?" Max asked. "Yes, but..." B started. "Sounds to me like you have no reason to worry. Besides last I remember Durk didn't have anything to give them even if he wanted to. He had already given it all to you." Max said as he turned back around to finish preparing the plate. "You know you are right." B said. "Sometimes I hate that he is always right but in this case you have to give him credit." Carl said laughing. "I am just so scared and so mad." B said. " We know that and we understand that but non of us are teenagers." Carl said. "Speak for yourself." came a shout from the farmer still in his recliner. "As I was saying, You trust Max and I to not let anything happen. You trust Durk to be cautious. I don't see the problem." Carl said. "I guess you are right." B said. "Now get over here and warm and butter these biscuits and no spit or glass added. When you finish that you can go out on the porch and get Lance and Durk and bring them in so he can eat." Max said. "Me ?" B said. Max reached over and lay his hand on the handle of the frying pan. "Biscuits and Lance coming right up." B said and laughed. B cleared his throat and took a deep breath before opening the screen door. "Alright you two need a break. Come on inside Lance, your plate is ready." B said. Lance was surprised at the smile on B's face. The real surprise was that he had known B his entire life and this smile was not one of the fake ones. B's smile got even bigger when he saw Lance take a sort of defensive stance towards him. "Come on in and eat. I didn't drug your food but if you think you are getting a fucking penny from your father you might as well know now bitch. He is broke. I have it all." B thought to himself which caused most of his concerns towards Lance disappear. "Are you alright ?" Durk whispered as he walked beside B. "I'm fine. Why would you think otherwise ?" B said. "Right this way Lance." B said as he stopped and opened the screen door. "RUN....... RUN.... ALMOST .....WATCH IT... WATCH OUT..... WOOO HOOOOO." Came a shout from the living room. Zeb stood at the sink and smiled knowing that Joe's football team had either scored, intercepted, or tackled someone in an earth shattering play in Joe's mind. Both men were still stuffed from all they ate earlier in the day. Zeb had cut some fruit and made a couple of small finger sandwiches to put in the refrigerator in case he or joe wanted a snack later in the evening. Wiping his hands dry with a dish towel after finishing cleaning, Zeb turned towards the living room. Standing in the doorway was the man of his dreams naked. Joe stretched his arms and twisted his torso as he yawned. Zeb's mouth began to water watching the muscles all over Joe's body flex as he stretched. "That must have been one hell of a play." Zeb said. "It was awesome. Had me setting on the edge of the couch." Joe said. "Well I gather you were pleased with the out come." Zeb said as he turned and placed the towel on the edge of the sink. "Oh yeah. My boys won. Now what do I get for my team winning ?" Joe said as he started to walk towards Zeb. Zeb picked up a bowl from the counter and stuck it out towards Joe. "Melon ball?" Zeb said. "Hmmm. I think I had rather have some Zeb balls." Joe said as he closed in on Zeb. Zeb placed that bowl back on the counter and before Joe could reach him, dashed out of the other kitchen door in a sprint. "HIKE." Joe shouted as he took off after Zeb. Zeb laughed as he rounded the corner of the couch. Joe stopped behind the couch placing his hands on the back. Moving from side to side he would laugh as he watched Zeb move in the opposite direction planning his escape. Zeb moved too far in one direction by accident and knew he had to make a break for the breakfast room or he was caught prey. As he jumped the coffee table Joe had made his way around the couch and caught Zeb in mid air and grabbed him in his arms and spun him around before his feet could touch the floor. "Touch down." Joe laughed. Zeb squirmed against Joe's sweaty chest. "What do you do for extra points ?" Zeb laughed. "Oh the extra points are the fun ones. They take some time and effort." Joe whispered. "Sounds interesting." Zeb whispered. Joe leaned forward and began to lightly kiss Zeb's lips. Joe's cock had began to grow and was now wedged between Zeb's legs forcing his balls backwards. "Is this used for extra points ?" Zeb whispered as he reached down and gripped the hard cock. "Mmmmm." Joe moaned as Zeb squeezed the large organ. "Oh yes baby it plays a major role." Joe whispered. "Sounds even more interesting." Zeb whispered. "Clock is ticking. I need to start this play." Joe whispered. "Do wha.... ?" Zeb started before being lifted off his feet and carried around behind the couch. Joe lay Zeb across the back of the couch. One leg was on the couch with his foot on the cushion and the other dangled towards the floor. Zeb lay there with an arm dropping on each side of the couch with the center of his body from his head to his ass cheeks resting on the back of the couch. Zeb's cock began to leak long strings from being turned on from feeling so exposed and vulnerable for his lover. "Now this is what I call a Thanksgiving feast." Joe growled as he took his left hand and lightly ran his hand up and down Zeb's body that lay in front of him on full display. Joe leaned over and began to trace his tongue around Zeb's neck. "I think I will have to refresh this mark in a little while." Joe said lightly rubbing the bruise that was beginning to clear. "You promise ?" Zeb said in almost a gurgled voice. "Anything my baby wants." Joe whispered before returning to his tongue action. Tracing his tongue down he circled one of Zeb's nipples before lightly biting the sensitive flesh. "Uuuuuhhhhh" Zeb moaned as he arched his back off the couch. Joe continued down Zeb's body with a mixture of licks and light nibbles until he reached Zeb's leaking, aching cock. Zeb's body shook as Joe licked the precum from around Zeb's navel and below, allowing the stubble from his chin rub against the hard cock. Joe had to place his right hand on Zeb's chest when he took Zeb's leaking mushroom head into his wet mouth. Zeb's body surged and almost fell from it's perch on the back of the couch. Joe reached around and began to fondle Zeb's balls. Zeb's did not hang low like Joe's but the scrotum was loose enough it was not painful for Joe to play with. Releasing Zeb's cock Joe kissed his way down the shaft until he reached his target. Using his tongue he slowly moved Zeb's balls around and would use his tongue to force them to separate. Trapping one orbe against the couch cushion Joe lowered his lips and put more pressure on Zeb's chest as he sucked the testicle into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. Using two fingers of his left hand, Joe began to massage and apply pressure to the area between Zeb's scrotum and the curved bottom of the ass cheeks. Zeb's body rocked. "Fuck me Joe, pppplllleeeaaaseee." Zeb pleaded. Joe released the orbe from his mouth. "All in due time my love. I am having too much fun giving thanks to every part of your body." Joe whispered. "Ugh.. You are killing me." Zeb whimpered. "Don't worry baby. In a little while I will fuck the life back into you. I promise." Joe whispered. Joe released Zeb's ball and stood. Taking both of Zeb's hands Joe pulled him up so that he stood with his back to the couch. Turning Zeb around he coaxed Zeb back on to the back of the couch again but on his stomach this time. Joe reached under Zeb's waist and pulled the raging cock so that it was resting against the back side of the couch. Joe moved closer and ran his hands up and down the backside of Zeb's body as his cock slid along Zeb's side. Joe moved down Zeb's body and pulled the two ass cheeks further apart. The position on the couch already left Zeb spread open to certain extent. Joe leaned over and began to lick all around Zeb's ass ring. Joe smiled to himself as he saw the rosebud pucker then restrict as if Zeb were trying to capture the tongue when it got close. Joe moved his body around so that he could gain better access. He had intended to keep Zeb at a distance from his body but with out realizing it he had moved close enough that Zeb could grab him to keep him from getting away. As Joe's tongue breached the ring of Zeb's cock, to his surprise the mushroom head of his cock breached Zeb's lips. Joe had gotten so turned on by playing with Zeb's body and making him wiggle and moan that the surprise of the warm wet lips and tongue almost made him shoot his load. Joe moved a little further away from Zeb with lots of protest. Zeb was still able to capture the mushroom head but not much more. Joe gasp as Zeb sucked hard enough to cause the mushroom head to feel like it was about to explode. Joe quickly spit twice on the rosebud in front of him and slipped two fingers in quickly. Zeb gasp which cause him to release Joe's aching cock. Joe moved quickly so he was out of reach. Leaning over he began to bathe Zeb's balls while he moved his fingers into Zeb's ass, twisting them, wiggling them around before pulling them back out again. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the rosebud gape and twitch trying to recapture the removed digits. Quickly forcing the fingers back in got a welcomed moan and gasp from Zeb each time. Joe pushed the fingers in and felt around for the magic button. Once he found his target he sucked one of Zeb's testicles into his mouth and as his tongue played with it, his fingers released a massive finger fuck assault on Zeb's prostate. Joe could barely hold Zeb on the couch. "FFFFFFfuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccc...." Zeb screamed as his cock shot it's load down the back of the leather couch. Joe was reveling in the pleasure that he had given his lover and was caught off guard when Zeb forced himself up off the couch. Quickly taking Joe and pushing him to the floor on his back. Zeb quickly straddled Joe's waist. Reaching over to the back of the couch he scooped up the seed sliding down towards the floor. Quickly reaching behind he applied it to Joe's cock , took in a deep breath and sank down on Joe's cock balls deep. "I said fuck me " Zeb growled. It took a few seconds for the two men to get their rhythm. Joe's eyes had almost glazed over because at this point his cock wanted to unload so bad inside Zeb but just would not shoot. The building orgasm had his entire body tingling. Joe lifted his hips lifting Zeb's body off the floor. Zeb quickly placed his knees on the floor and began to lift his body and bottom out again on Joe's cock while Joe held still. Joe could not move. His entire body was ready to erupt and the extra friction from Zeb's actions almost caused his eyes to roll back in his head. Opening his eyes he saw a string of mixed cum and precum bounce off Zeb's leaking cock and he lost it. Quickly lowering his hips, Joe grabbed Zeb to keep him from loosing his balance. Sitting up quickly he placed his head on Zeb's chest and held his arms around him tight as his cock began to erupt inside Zeb. Quickly sucking one of Zeb's nipples between his lips, Joe applied enough suction to cause it to turn purple. Zeb's head shot back and he roared. "UUUUgghggggghhhhhh." as his cock shot it's second load. Joe released some of the pressure as he felt the first shot of Zeb's orgasm hit him under his chin. As he let go of the pressure trying to come down from his own orgasm Zeb quickly grabbed his head and pressed it tight back onto the nipple. Joe lightly nibbled on it and whispered. "Gladly my love." Joe pushed Zeb up and slid out from under him. He smiled to himself as he watched some of his seed leak from Zeb's ass onto the floor as Zeb quickly tried to close the muscles. Joe pulled Zeb to his feet and pulled him around to the front of the couch almost like a rag doll. Pulling the coffee table over Joe quickly sat down. He turned Zeb around so that he was facing away from him. Forcing his legs in between Zeb's and placing them on the coffee table, he pulled Zeb's body back towards his still hard cock. Slowly aiming his cock at the still open ass ring he felt Zeb's body shake and heard an accepting moan as Zeb slowly slid back onto the hard cock finally resting his back against Joe's chest and his ass cheeks resting in Joe's lap. Joe reached around and ran his fingers through the semen splattered all over Zeb's torso. "Find a good, long movie baby." Joe whispered. "I may need a nap instead of a movie." Zeb whispered. "Nap away then." Joe said. Joe smiled to himself. At this point his cock was lodged deep inside of Zeb, his right hand cupped Zeb's sensitive cock and balls, his left hand teased the soar nipple and his lips sucked the skin of Zeb's neck in to create an even larger mark. "Awwww fuuuccc...." Zeb moaned as he pressed back into Joe's body. "You like ?" Joe whispered. "This game just went into extra innings." Zeb whispered. "That's baseball baby. Football goes into over time." Joe whispered. "Extra innings, overtime, who the fuck cares baby just keep doing what you are doing." Zeb whispered.