Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2001 22:27:22 EDT
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Surviving the Depression-1

      This is the standard disclaimer, where no one in this story is real
and the sexual situations are not real.  This story takes place during the
great depression, it is a story that could have happened.  I plan to can
have several chapters to this story, but need to know if anyone out there
wants to read them.  If you do please send your comments to
chartoe@aol.com, They will be read and are appreciated.


			Surviving the Depression-1

	Let me introduce myself before we get on with the story.  Presently
I am well over sixty years old have a loving wife of twenty five years, no
children she wasn't able to have any.  I live in a small California town
with a very nice income.  I don't think I have to worry any more about my
future.  My partner and friend was smart enough to help me sale out my
business.  We both received enough cash to keep us happy for the rest of
our lives.  The company we sold out to also put us on a salary as
consultants.  We travel around and help different branches of the mother
company.  Thus life is at the present very good.  That has not always been
the case and that is where the following story comes from.
	The year before the depression I was living in the mid west with my
grandparents on their farm.  It wasn't a large farm but I was needed to
help with the choirs.  At the time I was sixteen years old and a little on
the large size, not fat just large for my age.  I had yet to have sex with
another person male or female.  The only sex had been with myself when I
could find the time away from my grandparents, this was not very often, as
they were bible toting people that believed that idle hands were the devils
workshop.  This was more my grandmother's teaching than my grandfathers,
after all he was a man and understood the sexual changes and moods that
went through men especially teenage boys.  My grandmother would make me
sleep with the door open to my room so it would take away the opportunity
to jerk off.  I was not allowed to bath with the door shut or anything that
would allow me just a few minutes with myself.  I had heard her several
times talking with my grandfather about the bed clothes she was having to
clean to often because of my wet dreams.  She thought I was jerking off,
but grandfather wouldn't tell her different.
	One day while we were working in the field grandfather decided to
talk to me about it.  He looked at me and said, "Son do you masturbate?"
	I stopped what I was doing and couldn't believe my ears.  "I have
before a couple of times, why?"
	"Well your grandmother thinks you are masturbating every night and
she thinks it is the devils work."
	"Now before you say anything I know the feelings you are going
through."
	"Gramps, I haven't done that in my bed since I have been here,
Grandma makes me leave the door open and I don't dare risk being caught by
her."
	"I do wake up almost every morning with the sheets wet, I don't
know what to do to stop it." I said as my voice started to crack as I was
about to cry.
	"Ok, that's sort of what I thought anyway, but we do need to try to
remedy the situation."
	"Listen tonight at bedtime I will make some excuse for you to go to
the barn, while you are there you relieve the pressure from your balls."
	"Take as much time as you need but not enough to get Grandma
wondering, Ok."
	"If this works like I think it will I will find different times
where you can be alone with yourself without arousing Grandma."
	"Ok, Gramps."  I replied as I kind of looked at him in a different
light.  He wasn't as stiff a person as I was thinking he was.
	We tried the idea out and it worked I didn't have another wet dream
and Grandma thought that the talk Grandpa and I had was the reason.
Actually I was relieving myself three and four times a day with Grandpa's
permission.  All I had to do was tell Grandpa I needed a water break and he
understood.  There were times like when we were moving the livestock and
they would start mating, that Grandpa would look at me and say go take a
water break.  He knew that seeing the animals would get me started.
	Without going into those stories anymore, you can now get an idea
of what my life was up to the point of the depression.  When things started
getting bad I could tell that Grandma and Grandpa talked less and less in
front of me.  They no longer discussed the financial part of the farm in
front of me.  I heard them talking one night about the bank and what they
were going to sell off to keep living.  The day finally came and they sold
all of the land except the four or five acres where the house and barns
were.  They kept just enough land to grow a nice size garden and to keep a
few milk cows and other livestock that would help them keep something to
eat on the table.  I knew it was a lot worse than they let me know.
	One day I caught Grandpa standing in the barn with tears running
down his face, as I looked at him I had to ask him what the problem was.
He let me know that if things did not get better and fast that they would
also lose the rest of the farm.  I looked at him and said I would go get a
job and help out that way.  He grinned at me and said that he was happy for
the offer but it was bad everywhere and jobs were almost impossible to
find.  I asked him about all the jobs that I had heard about in California
with the fruit and vegetable pickers.  He said that most of that was just
stories, that so many people were going out west that there were ten people
for ever job and the growers were paying so little to the workers that a
person could just live off the wages.  I looked at him and had to walk
away.  I made up my mind then that I was leaving and was going to find a
job and send them money.
	That night I wrote a long letter to my Grandparents and left it on
the bed, I placed a sack of clothes and toiletries out the window of my
room.  When my grandparents went to sleep I closed the door in my room and
slipped out the window.  My grandmother had been letting me close the door
every since they had stopped talking in front of me.  I climbed out the
window and started down the road in hopes of finding a ride that would
carry me far enough away that I couldn't easily turn around and go home.
	After about two hours a fruit picking truck came along and pulled
over to the side of the road.  The driver was a man of about 45 or 50 years
of age, he was about six feet tall and had a beer belly.  He appeared to be
someone of some means, he wasn't dirty and unshaven like most of the
strangers I had seen in the past few months.  He looked at me and said,
"Where you headed son?"
	"California, sir." I responded.
	He grinned at the use of politeness and said climb on in that's
where I'm headed.  As we drove along for about three hours we talked back
and forth and he learned why I was going and I learned all about him.  He
was a married man that had enough money at home to keep his wife and three
children from going hungry or cold.  He also knew that if he didn't go
where the work was that they wouldn't have any income.  He had left his
wife and oldest son in charge of their little town store.  He was going to
California to try to get on with some of the larger plant growers and use
his truck and drive workers to the fields, he had heard that if he could
catch on somewhere that he could make a living from it.  This was his plan
until things got better and he could go back home.
	We drove on for a few more hours when he said that he had to pull
over and sleep, and if I would stay awake and guard the truck I could
travel with him.  I agreed and we pulled off onto a side road and he
climbed into the back of the truck with a blanket.  I leaned back in the
seat and sat there wondering what was to happen to me in the future.
	After about five or six hours the old gentleman whose names was
Bill, but told me to call him Dad because it was what his children called
him, plus it also gave the impression that we were father and son and
people may not bother us, climbed out of the back of the truck and walked
around to the side and unzipped his pants and started peeing.  He didn't
know that I could see him in the side mirror and was actually aroused
looking at him.  He walked around the truck, looked inside and grinned when
he noticed that I was awake.  "Good morning," He said.
	"Good morning, did you sleep well?" I responded.
	"Actually that was the best sleep I have had since I left home,
having you here took a little of the pressure off my mind."
	"Talking about pressure, do you need to relieve yourself?"  he
asked.
	"Sure do."  I said as I climbed out the door and relieved myself
for what seemed like five minutes.  As I climbed back in he said, "You
really been holding that back for a while, from now on if you need to go to
the bathroom just say so, no need to be uncomfortable."  He reached beneath
the seat and brought out some sausage and crackers and a bottle of water.
"Eat up, that's breakfast and we want eat for quite a while."  I thanked
him for the food and water and told him that I had some money and could pay
him.  He looked right at me and said, "From now on you take your money and
put it somewhere that no one could find it if they looked and somewhere
that it wouldn't get stolen if somebody took all your belongings."
	"Where we are going don't trust anyone, except maybe me."
	"You save that money so that if things get to bad you can try to
get back home."
	I looked at him a little scared and wondering if he was serious or
was just trying to scare me.  He noticed the look on my face and said,
"Look I am trying to get you to realize that things could be very bad where
we are headed, nothing may never happen to you , but then again it could
get very ugly."
	"The reason that I am coming out here is because I am trying to
stay ahead of the hard times that could come."
	"I didn't have to leave home when I did, but I could see what was
happening and was trying to prepare for the bad times."
	"That's all I'm trying to get you to do."  "You can do as I say or
not, just want you to try to look ahead."
	We rode on for a few miles in silence until he finally asked, "Did
you have a girlfriend back home?"
	"No, I never even been on a date or anything with a girl."
	"The only girls I knew were the ones in my class at school, and
there was never anytime for anything but classes and choirs."
	"Well then I can gather from that that you are probably a virgin."
Dad said.
	"Yeah," I said not elaborating on it.
	"Well how often do you masturbate, and don't tell me you don't
because all boys your age do unless there is something wrong."  Dad said
grinning at me.
	"Yes I do, it varies."
	"Some days three or four times others not as many."  I said.
	"How often do you masturbate?"  I asked sort of as an after
thought.
	"Not as much as you do but usually once a day, when I was home and
with my wife I didn't have to because we had sex about every other day."
"Since I started on this trip I have found that I could jack-off several
times a day if I let myself."  Why do you ask.
	"Just curious."  I responded.  I then just started telling him all
about Grandpa and the little arrangement I had with him.  I told him of all
the places I had done it and how the animals mating had made me feel and
how Grandpa would make me take a water break.  Dad then looked at me and
asked, "Did the sight of the female animals excite me or did it take the
sight of the males?"
	I thought of the question for a few minutes before I replied, "The
males, is there something wrong with that?"
	"No, actually that's normal, I believe that all males become
excited at the sight of another males hard-on, be it man or animal."
	"I know I do."  he said.
	He looked at me for a few minutes and I could tell he was thinking
something through before he asked, "Tell you what, if you feel the need to
masturbate I would love to watch you."
	"As I said it excites me to see another males hard-on and it would
do even more for me to see you."
	"I want touch you or anything unless you ask me to."
	"What do you think?"
	"I will have to think about that before I can give you an answer."
I said.
	"Fare with me."  Dad said.  "If you want you can lie down on the
seat and get some sleep or stretch out in the back and sleep while I
drive."
	I chose to sleep on the seat as we drove back to the main road and
off toward the west.  When I woke we had pulled into a service station and
Dad was filling up with gas.  He saw me wake up and told me to fill up the
water bottles.  I took the bottles and went out back to the outhouse and
relieved myself.  After filling the bottles up I returned to the truck and
climbed in.  As we started down the road Dad handed me a sandwich and a
soft drink.  I looked at him but hesitated at taking the things.  He pushed
them at me and said, "Eat."
	We rode on for hours only talking occasionally about what we saw
along the way.  He finally looked over at me and said, "You need to try to
get some more sleep so that tonight you can stay awake while I sleep."
	I leaned back against the seat and dozed off, only to wake when I
had cum inside my pants.  I jumped when I realized what happened and Dad
noticed and giggled at me.  "Didn't know you were going to soil you pants,
but I could tell you were having a nice dream."
	"Why don't you go ahead and change your pants, nobody to see you
but me, and I don't believe you have anything I haven't seen before.  I
looked at him and slowly removed my shoes and then my pants, I grabbed the
waist of my underware and started to pull them off when I noticed Dad
looking at me.  I hesitated for a second then pulled them off.  I grabbed
my sack of clothes and retrieved a clean pair of underware and started to
put them on.
	"It might be a good idea to clean the rest of the cum off of
yourself before you put those on." Dad said.
	I was a little surprised that he said anything, then noticed the
cum matted in my pubic hair.  I took the soiled underware and tried to
clean the cum from the hair, but it wasn't working.  Dad again giggled at
me and said, "Pour some water on you underware and wash your dick and balls
off."
	I did as he said and then put my clothes back on.  Once I had my
clothes on, Dad said, "Now that wasn't that bad was it, besides you have a
larger than normal cock for a boy your age, don't know why your ashamed to
show it."
	"Guess I'll have to jerk-off tonight before I can get any sleep."
	We rode on in silence until time for Dad to pull over and sleep.
He pulled onto a side road and parked the truck, climbed into the back and
covered up.  After a while I noticed that the truck was moving about, so I
looked back at Dad and could see his hand moving up and down beneath the
blanket.  I couldn't pull my eyes away from the sight, and had a strange
desire to see and feel his cock.  I was able to control myself and he let
out a grunt as the pumping stopped.
	At dawn Dad rose up and had his usual morning pee, while he was
peeing I climbed out and joined him.  We both got into the truck, grabbed
our breakfast of sausage and crackers, and rode off.  The rest of the day
was almost the same as the day before except I kept thinking of Dad
jerking-off in the back of the truck.  We made our usual rest, gas, and
water stops. We talked about what we saw and what we wanted in life.  Along
about the time for Dad to sleep we ran into a rain storm.  He located a
place to pull off then looked at me and said, "Looks like I have to sleep
in here with you tonight."
	"No problem, I can get in the floorboard and you can have the
seat."  I said.
	He stretched out on the seat and I sat on the floorboard and leaned
back against the door.  I was setting there wondering if he would be
jerking off if I wasn't there.  He was breathing deeply as he had drifted
off into sleep. He started moaning and moving around as he was dreaming.
His hand moved down to his dick and he started squeezing and rubbing
himself.  I just sat there watching and then started playing with myself as
I wondered what he could be dreaming about.  He gave a few deep groins then
raised up quickly as he realized he had cum in his pants.
	"Shit," he said and then turned and noticed that I had my dick out
and was jerking off.
	"Well you could have invited me."  he said.
	"Your the reason I'm doing this now," I said as I explained what he
had been doing.
	He looked at me and said, "Don't stop."  He then proceeded to
remove his pants and underware, he told me to move upon the seat beside him
and remove my pants, which I did.  When I had sat down on the seat he
reached over and grabbed my dick and started pumping it for me.  I moaned
and then reached for his.  His dick was about nine inches long and almost
to big for my hand to reach around.  I was staring at it as he started
pumping his hips forward trying to get me to move my hand.  I finally got
the idea and started stroking his cock.  He leaned over and took the head
of my cock in his mouth and started sucking on it, his tongue was sliding
around the head, I couldn't take it as I exploded into his mouth.  I was
expecting Dad to scream at me or hit me or something other than what he
did.  He just kept his mouth on my cock and swallowed all the cum I could
deliver.  All this time my hand was still pulling on his cock.  He pulled
his head up and leaned back against the door.  He looked at me and said,
"Enjoy yourself, and slid his ass down on the seat and at me.  I wasn't
sure what to do so I just kept pumping his cock, by this time pre-cum was
flowing and my hand was covered with it.  It was as if I was hypnotized by
his cock, the more I looked at it the more I wanted to taste it.  Finally I
couldn't take it any more and popped the head into my mouth, since the
taste didn't repulse me, I slid even more into my mouth.  I gagged a couple
of times but Dad would pull his dick out every time it happened.  He looked
at me and said, "Do you want to taste my cum?"
	I didn't answer because I did and I didn't.  It was to late to
answer as I felt the head of his cock swell and thin shoot right into my
mouth.  The first blast caught me by surprise and I wasn't able to keep it
in my mouth, the second blast along with the rest was expected and I was
able to swallow all of it as he moaned and yelled out, "Yes, oh yes"
	When he was finished he motioned for me to climb up on top of him.
He put his arms around me and hugged.  He then put his mouth to mine and
pushed his tongue inside my mouth.  When he broke off the kiss he said,
"You never kissed anyone before have you?"
	"No."  I replied.
	"Well you will learn to, and will probably like it."
	"I like to kiss and cuddle after I have sex with someone, if you
don't mind."
	"We can cuddle and sleep here tonight, I don't think we have to
worry about anyone during the rain."  Dad said.
	After that he slid over and made room for me to lie beside him with
his arm rapped around me.  At first it felt awkward, but after a few
minutes I enjoyed feeling the warmth and closeness of Dad's body next to
mine.  We both dozed off.
	I woke up the next morning with Dad's mouth doing a number on my
dick.  It only took a few seconds before I was blasting off in his mouth.
	"Good morning to you too," he said as he licked his lips.
	He raised up to rearrange himself when I noticed his big balls
hanging between his legs.  I reached out and started to pull on them as Dad
grunted.  He stopped and said, "Find something you want to play with back
there?"
	I didn't reply but just kept playing with his balls.  All at once I
had this strange feeling that I wanted his dick up my ass, but knew it
would probably tear me apart.  I had played with my asshole a few times but
had never had the feeling I had now.  I supressed the feeling and decided
to just suck on Dad's cock until he fed me his cum.  I turned him around
and pushed as much of his dick in my mouth as I could.  He grabbed my head
and held it still, he then said, "Every time I push in, swallow when it
hits the back of you throat."
	I did as he said as he started pumping slowly.  I noticed that each
time I was able to take a little more.  He then picked up the pace and I
was able to let his dick slid down my throat without feeling as though I
was going to gag.  He started breathing heavily and then thrust his dick
all the way in and let out a cry as his cum shot down my throat, and the
door of the truck swung open.
	"What the hell is going on here?"  I heard some one yell.
	Dad pulled back real quick and I could see a man about six feet two
inches, weighing about 300 pounds dressed in overalls and a shirt with a
sheriff's badge on it.  He had a piece of a cigar in the corner of his
mouth and an old dirty cowboy hat on his head.
	"I said what in the hell is going on here?"  he said as he pulled
Dad out of the truck.  He looked at me and noticed the cum dripping from my
open mouth.  He looked back at Dad and said, "You got yourself a little boy
whore here or what?"
	"No, not exactly, he just started this today."  Dad replied.
	"Oh, a virgin I guess."
	"Is that right son?"  The sheriff asked.
	"Yes sir."  I said.
	"Well then it looks like the two of you are in deep trouble, unless
you want to work this off in trade," he said looking back at Dad.
	Dad looked at me and then the sheriff and said , "Exactly what do
you want?"
	"A little bit of everything," the sheriff said.
	"The boy isn't experienced at much," Dad said.
	"I understand, now the boy will ride with me as you follow along in
your truck, I live just down the rode, that's the reason I stopped was to
see who had parked here."
	I got into the sheriff's car with my clothes half on and Dad
followed us to the sheriffs house.  When we got there he took me to the
bedroom and told me to take my clothes off, which I did.  Dad and him
entered both naked.  The sheriff had such a large belly that it hung down
so far you couldn't even see his dick and balls.  He motioned for me to
come to him as he sat down on the edge of the bed, he grabbed me by the
head and pushed it into his crotch.  I very quickly found his dick which
was still soft, and sucked it into my mouth.  He started moaning and
pumping his hips into my face.  He then told Dad to get behind me and lick
my asshole.  Dad did and I was getting all kinds of emotions running
through my body.  I was loving the attention that Dad was giving my asshole
and also was enjoying the salty musky taste of the sheriff's cock as it was
starting to grow.  My body was starting to thrust back at Dad's face as the
sheriff said, "Thought you said he was a virgin." as he pulled my head away
from his cock and looked at me. "I am, sir" I said.
	He just pushed my head back down on his dick and I continued my job
on it.
	"I want that ass."  the sheriff said looking at Dad who was still
tonguing my asshole.
	"He can't take you, you'll rip him apart."  Dad said.
	"Well I want some ass."  the sheriff replied.
	"Ok, then take mine."  Dad said as he climbed upon the bed and
spread his ass cheeks.
	The sheriff looked at Dad's ass and then pulled my head up and
placed my face in Dad's ass.
	"Get him wet for me," the sheriff said.
	I started doing what I remembered that Dad had done to my ass, as I
slid my tongue as far up his asshole as I could.  Dad started pushing back
against my face and I was really starting to enjoy it.  I was beginning to
moan as my head was pulled backward.  The sheriff moved behind Dad and
placed the head of his dick at the entrance of the asshole.  I could tell
that he had put some kind of oil on his cock as it slid all the way in.
Dad's body contracted as the pain shot through his body.  The sheriff just
stood there not moving, I guess he was letting Dad catch his breath.  He
looked at me and told me to get on top of Dad's back and put my dick where
he could get to it.  I laid down on Dad's back and the sheriff leaned over
and swallowed my dick all the way down his throat.  I could feel as he
started driving his dick into Dad's ass.  Dad would grunt each time his
asshole was filled with the sheriffs cock, but the grunting had changed to
where there didn't seem to be as much pain.  The sheriff was pumping for
all he was worth as he was sucking my cock.  The sheriff had worked up a
sweet and was breathing very hard all at once he raised up and yelled,
"Shit!" as he came into Dad's ass.  The sheriff rolled off Dad and cried,
"Get over here kid." as he rolled over onto his back, and pulled his legs
up as high as he could.  "Old man get over here and help."
	"Hold my legs up for the boy."  He then had me stick my dick into
his ass and start pumping.  Dad had his legs pulled up toward his shoulders
as far as he could.  This also put Dad's dick right in the sheriff's
face. The sheriff reached up and sucked Dad's dick in his mouth as he
started to groan.  Dad told me to fuck him faster and harder which I did.
I started gasping as my cum was shooting in the sheriffs asshole.  As soon
as I pulled out the sheriff had Dad fuck him as I held his legs.  Dad was
fucking him for about a minute when I noticed that the sheriff was shooting
all over himself.  Dad had made him cum by fucking him up the ass.  This
sent Dad off and they both collapsed on the bed.
	After a few minutes the sheriff got up and said, "How about some
breakfast?"  We both agreed to breakfast and started to put our clothes on.
The sheriff informed us that we needed to leave them off because he would
be ready to go at it after breakfast.
	We had a nice breakfast and then had sex with each other until
about noon.  I fucked and sucked the sheriff, I fucked and sucked Dad, they
sucked and fucked each other, but they never fucked me up the asshole.  We
finally all took baths and put our clothes on and we were on our way.
	As we drove along Dad inquired as to my well being, wanted to know
if I was alright.  We talked about what we had just done, and if it was
normal for men to do what we did.  At some point I inquired why they had
not fucked me up the ass.
	"That would be kind of like raping you, and neither of us really
wanted to do that?"
	"Why do you ask?" Dad asked.
	"Well this morning when we were jerking each other off, I was
wanting you to fuck me up the ass, don't know why just felt like I wanted
to" I said.
	"If you want to do it later, I will be happy to do it."  Dad said
as he told me to slid up next to him so he could hug me.
	We rode on for several hours not talking about anything particular,
when I asked him how much longer it would be before we made it to
California.  He informed me that we were two or three days away depending
on the weather and the terrain.  We couldn't travel as fast in the mountain
areas as we did in the flatter lands.  We were presently climbing some
mountain range and the weather was a bit cooler than we were use to.  At
night time when it came time for Dad to sleep he grabbed his blanket and
started out the truck, a few seconds later he returned and said it was too
cold to sleep outside.  I was a little chilly just sitting in the truck.
	"I tell you what." he said looking at me "We can both sleep on the
seat and use the blanket and help keep each other warm."  He then looked at
me with a little grin and said, "I know a way we can really be warm."
	I looked at him and had a general idea of what he was talking
about, and said, "Ok, but let's lock the door this time, don't want any
uninvited guest."  He looked at me and giggled as we started taking off our
cloths. We slid beside each other as Dad grabbed my head and started to
kiss me full on the mouth.  At first I didn't respond and then opened my
lips ever so slightly, Dad forced his tongue into my mouth and started
swirling around in my mouth.  The feeling was different and my dick started
growing as I started to suck on Dad's tongue.  I could feel his cock as it
was pushing against mine.  The feeling made me push my hips forward and rub
our cocks together.
	Dad looked at me and said, "Slid up against the door so I can get
at you cock."
	I did as he said and he proceed to swallow all of my cock and run
his tongue up and down the shaft as he moved up and down it.  All I could
do was moan as he did this for about five minutes, he would deliberately
slow down when he felt me getting closer to coming.  I was rising to the
peak of explosion when I felt him start to slow, I grabbed his head and
started pumping my dick down his throat as hard as I could.  After about
three thrust I was squirting down his throat and he swallowed every drop.
When he pulled his head off of my dick he was laughing and said, "Wondered
how long you could take that action before you did something about it.  He
then slid my semi-hard cock back into his mouth and sucked until I was hard
again.  He removed his mouth and said, "You remember what you talked about
earlier, about your asshole, do you want to try it now?"
	I grinned at him and said, "Yes I do, but be gentle."
	Dad raised himself up and allowed me to slid down further on the
seat and roll over.  He placed his face right in the crack of my ass and
started licking all around my asshole.  He kept getting closer and closer
to the entrance but would just tease it.  Finally he got to close and I
shoved my ass at his face and his tongue slid part of the way in, he
giggled at me as he pulled back.  He then started pushing his tongue in and
out and twirling it around as much as he could.  He moved his hand up and
slid one of his fingers inside, my ass clamped down when the pain hit me,
my breathing stopped and I let out a cry of pain.
	"Relax, just relax the pain will slowly go away."  Dad said.  He
then waited until I was able to relax my ass, when he felt the muscles
relax he started a slow pumping motion as he licked around his finger
keeping it as wet as possible.  After a couple of minutes he slid in
another finger, the pain was back but it immediately eased off.  He finally
pushed a third finger in and started moving the fingers around inside, I
felt a strong surge go through my balls and cock as he rubbed against
something inside me.  As he noticed my reaction he said, "Found the spot."
I wanted to ask him what he was talking about but was to caught up in the
desires running through my body.  He moved up onto my back and started to
spread my legs as far as he could.  He placed the head of his dick against
my asshole and pushed, the pressure was too much and was hurting as I cried
out in pain.  He eased off and said, "Have something in the glove
compartment that will help, it will be messy but we'll worry about that
later."  I watched as he opened the compartment and pulled out a little can
of axle grease. He opened it and stuck his fingers in, pulling out a fair
amount with his fingers, he spread it on his cock and then cleaned his
fingers off on my asshole.  He then placed the head of his cock back at the
entrance of my asshole and pushed.  The head and about two inches popped in
as my ass again contracted.  The pain was not near as great as before and
what there was started diminishing quickly.  Dad started a very slow push
into my ass, it was sliding in every so slowly and I was starting to push
back against the pressure.  Dad pulled his dick out and then pushed back in
a little harder, more of the cock went in.  We continued this for quite
some time before all of his dick was inside.  When he bottomed out on my
ass he said, "That took a while, you have the tightest asshole I have ever
been in, now relax as I try to find that spot you felt a while ago."  He
started pulling and pushing his dick in and out but was moving his hips
sideways to force his dick in at different angles.  About the fifth time he
felt me moan and my ass contract.
	"Found it," he said, "Get ready for the ride of your life."
	With that he started pumping harder and harder as I started moaning
and then spraying cum all over the seat.  He felt the convulsions and
slowed down for me to catch my breath and then did it again.  He went at if
for about ten minutes and I must have cum at least seven times.  I could
feel the cum all over the seat beneath me it was covering me from my knees
all the way up to my chest.  My body was covered with sweat and so was
Dad's.  I was beginning to wonder how he was able to continue for so long,
and was about to ask him when I started cumming again.  I was so exhausted
that I just collapsed on the seat.
  	Dad leaned over on my back and asked, "Mind if I finish my self
off?"
	I could only moan and he took that as a sign of approval.  He
started pumping his cock in faster and harder until he finally came and
collapsed on my back, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over both of
us, while leaving his dick inside me.  The next thing I remember was waking
up with Dad still on my back, his dick had softened and pulled out during
the night.  I rolled over and he slid off of my back as he woke up.
	"Good morning." he said as he sat up, "What a mess we made." I
looked at us an noticed the axle grease smeared all over my ass and Dad's
dick and balls.  The seat was caked with dried cum and so was my thighs,
cock, balls, stomach, and part of my chest.  Dad looked again at us and
said, "No problem, hand me the water and a towel."  He used the water and
towel and washed me off front and back, then cleaned himself off.  He said,
"We may need to find a place to take a bath before we start to get real
ripe."  I looked at Dad and questioned, "What did you mean when you said
you had found the spot last night?"
	"Oh, well you see a man has a prostate located beside his asshole,
and if you rube just right you can make a person cum, as you very well
found out."  Dad said.  "I must admit I have never seen anyone that came as
many times as you did last night."
	"Hell I have only cum twice during a fuck."
	"How do you like it anyway?"
	"It was the greatest thing I have ever experienced in my life."  I
replied.  "If I hadn't felt so tired I think I could go on forever."
	"By the way, how were you able to go so long without cumming?" I
asked.
	"It wasn't easy, but since it was your first time I wanted it to be
good for you, plus your asshole is so tight that every time you came it
clamped down on my dick and I couldn't move until you relaxed."  he said.
"I have heard of men and boys that can't get enough dick up there ass, you
could be one of those, not saying it's bad or good, but you need to be
careful or your desires could do you in."
	"It is not good to let people know you like sex with men, some
people will actually hurt you because of it."
	"Never start anything with anybody that you don't know."
	"While I am around I will try to feel anyone out before I let you
do anything with them, but remember I may not always be around." he said.
	"Now I have a deal for you if you want it, you don't have to answer
it until we get to California."  Dad said.  "The deal is, you know that I
love your ass, and it is apparent that you like sex so to help keep us both
safe I would be willing to keep you with me and try to get you a job where
I would be hauling."
	"That way you can stay with me after work and we can help please
each others desires."
	"If this works out we can both help protect each other."
	"Now don't answer until after we see where we are headed, ok."
	"Ok." was all I said in reply.
	The next day we entered the state of California, but it was still
another day before we would reach the fertile valley.  This was where most
of the work was supposed to be.  The following day we entered what was
called a work camp, as we drove along I noticed the families that were set
up in make shift tents beside the cars and trucks that they had.  The small
children ran around and played in their dirty old clothes, and most of them
had no shoes on.  After passing what was probably a hundred of these sites
we kept going toward a large building.  I looked at Dad and asked, "Do you
know where we are headed?"
	"Yes, that house is the work headquarters, that is where we will
see if they can use our services or not."  he replied.
	"Why are there so many families here?"  I asked.
	"It's the depression son, there are people from all over the
country trying to find work."
	"There are probably about five hundred workers, not counting family
members, here for probably a hundred jobs."  "This place is full of people
who are down to their last penny."  Dad said as he pulled his truck into
the drive of the house.  He got out, but told me to stay in the truck, and
went inside.  He was there for about thirty minutes before he returned.
	"Good news, we start working tomorrow morning."
	"It will be ten hours a day and you can help pick the vegetables
for five cents a bushel, I will also pick vegetables but will also be paid
for the use of my truck."  "The wages aren't much but it is a job and a lot
of these people don't even have that." he said.
	As we rode off we went around the house to another area of tents
and vehicles.  I looked at Dad, and he said, "This is where the unmarried
men camp."
	"Need to keep you eyes and ears open here."
	"Don't know how they will except us or how they will treat us."
	We found a spot at the back of the tents and sat up a little camp.
Most of the tents were empty.  A few men walked over and started a little
conversation with Dad.  They just wanted to know where we were from and how
long we had been in California and stuff like that.  I noticed one of the
men kept looking at me and scratching his balls.  I would look away and he
never said anything to me.  They enquired to our relationship, and Dad lied
and said I was his son.  This kind of made the gentleman that was looking
at me change his attitude toward me.  He no longer stared and scratched
himself.
	When they left Dad looked at me and said, "Did you notice the way
that one man kept looking at you and groping himself?"
	"I noticed." I replied
	"That's the kind of men you have to watch out for, did you notice
how he stopped watching you when I told him you were my son."  he asked.
	"Yes, I noticed."  I said.
	"Now if you want to stay safe then tell no one that you are not my
son, you understand." he said.
	"I understand, and thanks" I replied.
	The next morning started off very early as we got into the truck
and went up to the house.  A man stood out on the porch and started calling
out names and then proceeded to point to men that were standing around
wanting a job.  He sent enough men to Dad's truck that the back was
completely full.  We followed several other trucks to the fields and the
people got off and started gathering the ripe fruit and placing them in
bushel baskets, when a basket was full it was taken to another truck and
emptied, an entry was made in a book by a man that was next to the truck.
This went on until about twelve o'clock and the workers were given a thirty
minute lunch break.  Dad called to me when it was time for lunch and I
returned to the truck where he had crackers and sausage for the both of us.
	"How is it going," he asked.
	"The work is not bad, a lot like what I did back home, but some of
these men can hardly pick, they seem so sick and tired."
	"They are, some of them have been doing this for years."  he said.
	"How many bushels have you picked so far?" he asked.
	"Ten or twelve don't really know."  I replied.
	"You have to keep up with exactly how many bushels you pick so you
want get cheated."
	"This is what you need to do every time you bring in a bushel you
find a little pebble and place in your pocket, always your left pocket, and
little pebbles."
	I looked at him but understood what he was telling me.  The foreman
yelled out for everyone to go back to work.  I remembered what Dad had said
about the pebbles and that afternoon I had sixteen pebbles in my pocket.  I
felt rather pleased with myself when I found out that I had pick just as
many as Dad had.
	That night we both slept in the back of the truck.  There was no
playing around because Dad said we had to get the feel of the camp.  We
didn't want to get caught.
	We worked at that place for about two weeks and I had managed to
make a little money and sent five dollars back to my grandparents.  Dad had
made even more because of his truck and had sent some home to his family.
He said it was better to send the money home than to keep it own us.  We
had a couple of places on the truck where we hid what we kept and thought
we would need.
	In the middle of the third week all the work on those fields was
done and we had to move on, the foreman gave the name of a man to Dad and
told him to get in touch with him and he would have work for us.  We
traveled about half a day before we reached the next place.  When we
arrived the man took the message from Dad and we were showed a little hut
at the end of a drive.  It wasn't anything special but it did have a bed
and a little stove with running water.  We both immediately stripped off
our clothes and began to bath out of the sink. After we settled in Dad went
and talked to the foreman. He returned to let me know that we had work for
at least a month but the wages were not as good as the place we had left.
Dad said that the wages for picking the vegetables was a penny a bushel
less, but the hut was free as long as he used his truck.  The pay for the
use of his truck was the same as before.  He looked at me and said, "If you
want to stay here I can make up the difference on the bushels for you."
	"Thanks, but you don't have to do that, I still will be making more
than enough to live on."
	"I can still send some home to my grandparents, besides I can make
up the difference by picking faster."
	Dad looked at me, grinned and said, "That the right attitude to
have about the situation."
	That night we slept together for the first time since we had
arrived in California.  The sex was great but when Dad was fucking me he
came quickly and pulled off.  He said that he didn't want to tire me out
before tomorrow.  We cuddled up and both fell to sleep.
	The next morning we fell into the same routine that we had at the
other place.  I really tried to make up the difference in the wages by
picking as fast as I possible could.  At lunch time Dad noticed that I was
a little more tired than usual and told me to slow down it was not worth
working so hard that I would become sick.  I looked at him and said, "I
thank I have it figured out, if I work fast in the mornings while it is
still cool I can get far enough ahead that I can work at a normal pace in
the afternoon in the heat, that way it's like getting a little rest after
lunch."
	He looked at me and said, "That may work, but if you start getting
really tired I will tell the foreman you are sick and need to take a day
off."
	The next few days went along with no problems, my idea was working
and I was making just as much money as I had before.  Dad was making as
much also and we were able to send money home to our families.
	On Sunday's there wasn't any work and we had the day to do as we
pleased.  The foremen and truck owners usually would go to town to enjoy
the company of the woman at some club.  Several times the men had asked Dad
to go with them, but he would tell them he couldn't leave me alone.
	He later told me that the men were going to a whore house and
usually would come back with all their money spent.  He said that if he had
to pay someone for sex it could just as well be me.  I never even thought
of asking for money for something that I enjoyed so much.  It just didn't
feel right, and I told him so.
	Every thing was going along just fine until the axle on Dad's truck
broke.  He had it hauled back to our shack and a man in town told him it
would cost twenty five dollars to fix.  We had just sent most of our money
home and didn't have but about five dollars between us and had to eat the
rest of the week before we were paid.  The foreman told him that he could
only stay in the shack if he was going to get the truck fixed by the
weekend.  If not we were going to have to move on and let some other
trucker have the shack.  He sat down on the bed and tried to figure out
what to do, he knew it would take too long for his wife to send him the
money.  We had only four days to get the money and get the truck fixed.
The next day I stayed at the shack to meet with a repairman that was coming
out to give the actual cost of fixing the truck, and let us know how long
it would take to fix it. Dad went on to the fields so that he would at
least have the money for picking.
	At about nine o'clock the repairman showed up as I was setting on
the back of the truck.
	"Is the truck that needs fixing?"  he asked.
	"Yes, sir." I said
	He was about average height with a little pot belly, he was wearing
overalls without a shirt.  The button on the left side of his overalls was
missing and they gaped open enough to reveal that he didn't have on any
underware.
	He walked up to me and held out his hand and said, "Hi, my names
Joe, what seems to be the problem with the truck?"  he asked.
	"Dad said to tell you the axle was broken and to find out how much
it would cost, and how fast it could be fixed."  I said.
	"Well, let me have a look at it and I can give you a better answer
to your questions."  he said smiling at me as he crawled underneath the
truck.
	"Ok, son the cost will be twenty five dollars, that includes parts
and labor."
	"Do you and your father have that kind of money on you, be truthful
to me and I might be able to make a deal."
	"No, sir, we don't have that much but will get some this Friday,
but it still want be enough, is there some way we could pay you some this
week and the rest next week?"
	"We can get someone to send us some money from home but it would
take five or six days to get here, and we need the truck by Friday or we
have to give the hut to someone else."
	The man stood there thinking for a while when the foreman walked up
and said, "Can it be fixed by Friday Joe?"
	"Yeah, no problem." Joe said as the foreman walked away then turned
around and said, "See Sunday at the club."
	Joe turned around to me and said, "I can get some second hand parts
from a friend of mine for a couple of bucks."
	"That will cut down on the cost about eight dollars, but I need the
two bucks when I leave."
	"I can come back tonight and put the parts in and have the truck
running by tomorrow."
	"That will still leave you owing me about fifteen dollars."
	"I don't usually make these type of deals but I don't like your
foreman and if wants to bring in someone else and pay them less then I want
to help you."
	"Sounds great to me, come on in the hut while I get the two
dollars, and have a cup of coffee."  I said.
	He followed me into the hut and sat down on the bed as I got him a
cup and gave him my share of our daily coffee.  While he was drinking I
asked him what type of club the foreman was talking about.  He said it was
a club where the men went to forget there troubles for a while.  I looked
at him and asked if it was the whore house that Dad had told me about.  He
turned red in the face and then finally said it was.  I then asked him what
the men actually did there.  He hesitated but then informed me that some
went there to talk to the women, others to dance, some to get a blow job,
and those with the money to actually fuck the women.  The whole time he was
looking right at me to see what my reaction would be.
	I thought for a second and then asked, "What do you do when you go
there?"
	He turned very red and for a second I didn't think he was going to
answer. He took a big gulp of coffee and said, "I always get a blow job,
don't trust the women to be clean enough to fuck them."
	"Why are you asking?"
	"Just curious, how much do you pay for this blow job?"  I inquired.
	"One dollar."  he said.
	"What would you pay me if I gave you a blow job?" I asked.
	He almost chocked on the coffee when he heard this.  "Kid do you
know what you are asking?"
	"Yes, I have done it a few times, just thought it was a way to make
some money quick that's all?"  I said as I was almost to tears.
	"Don't start crying, if your serious I might consider it, and I
guess if it was as good as a women I could pay the same price."
	"Are you offering?"
	"Yes."  I said wondering if I was doing something I shouldn't.
	"Ok, then see what you can do."  he said as he rose and undid his
overalls and let them fall to the floor.  He stood there with about four
inches of uncut cock hanging over his balls.  I walked over and dropped to
my knees and placed the whole cock in my mouth and then pushed my tongue
inside the foreskin. He immediately moaned and grabbed either side of my
head.  As I ran my tongue around inside his foreskin his cock began to grow
and push it's head out.  I started sucking and bobbing my head up and down
on his cock.  I reached underneath and grabbed his balls and started
pulling on them.  He looked down at me and said, "Damn, we have to lie
down."  He laid down on the bed and I didn't let the cock leave my mouth as
I followed him.  He was moaning and driving his hips at my face and was
about to cum when I pulled off of him and said, "How am I doing?"
	"Great....mmmph.....Great."  he mumbled.
	I immediately went back to work on his dick and then slid down and
gave his balls a tongue bath.  He grabbed his cock and started to jerk it
when I slapped his hand away and replaced it with my mouth.  I started
pumping my mouth faster and faster until he couldn't hold it any more.  He
shot stream after stream down my throat and I swallowed every drop and kept
sucking on his cock even after it had gone soft.  When it started getting
hard again I released it and looked at him to see how I did.
	"Damn, boy you do that better than the women at the club."  he said
as he rose up and pulled his overalls on.  "Don't worry about the two
dollars consider that paid, I'll be back this afternoon and fix the truck."
"Will you be open for business tonight?"  he asked.
	"Have to ask Dad."  I said as he gave me a funny look and walked
out.
	Dad came home and looked a little more worn out than usual.  He sat
down on the edge of the bed and I handed him a cup of coffee.  He drank the
coffee for a few minutes before he asked about the truck.  I had to tell
him everything including the sex.  He just sat there and looked at me, I
couldn't tell if he was mad at me or what, finally he said, "I don't want
you to do what you did, but we are in a fix and it is your body, and it was
only this one man, I know I can't be mad at you because I know you enjoy
sex."
	"We will have to talk with this Joe when he gets back."
	Dad was eating what little food we allowed ourselves to have each
day when Joe pulled up.  He knocked on the door and entered.
	I looked at him and said, "Joe this is Dad, Dad this is Joe."
	Dad looked at Joe and said, "First I am not really his father, Dad
is just what my children call me and it just seemed natural for him to call
me that."
	I could see the relief leaving Joe's face as he sat down in the
only chair we had.  He looked at Dad and said, "Did he tell you what we did
today, and the deal I made about your truck?"
	"Yes he told me." Dad said.
	"I have the parts for the truck and it will be fixed when I leave,
but I also have a plan if the boy and you are interested."  he said.
	"Let's here it."  Dad said.
	"Ok, but here me out before you answer."
	"Well you see I have a house about a mile from here, and me and
most of my friends who are not married go to the club on Sundays when we
are not working."
	"We pay for sex from women and what the boy did for me today was a
lot better than anything I have ever received at the club."
	"My proposition is if the boy could come to my house say for a
couple of hours each week night and service these men we would pay him at
least what we pay at the club, some would probably tip."
	"I know that a lot of the men from this camp go to the club, but I
would select the ones who could see him, and no one from here would be
allowed so that you both could stay here and no one would know."
	"What do you think?" Joe asked.
	Dad looked at him and said, "You fix the truck and I will talk with
the boy, we will have your answer when you have finished."
	Joe looked at both of us and said, "Ok," and left the hut.
	Dad told me to sit down beside him and he placed his arm around me
and said, "Do you know what Joe is talking about?"
	I nodded my head yes.
	He looked me right in the eyes and said, "This is strictly your
choice."
	"You would probably make plenty of money, and I know you would
enjoy the sex."
	"What do you want to do?"
	I sat there for a few seconds and said, "I want to do it."
	"Thought so." he replied.
	I then grabbed him around the neck and started kissing him.  He let
his hands run down to my ass and he started rubbing it.  We both started
pulling our clothes off and were sucking each other off within seconds.
After I had cum I looked at him and said, "I want you to fuck me."  He
didn't have to be told a second time as he rolled me over and started
loosening me up with his tongue.  Within seconds I was moaning and telling
him to fuck me.  He slid a couple fingers in and started opening my asshole
open.  I started screaming out "Fuck me, fuck me" apparently a little too
loud as Joe came into the door and was amazed as he saw Dad's fingers
driving in and out of my ass.  Dad looked up at him and just grinned.
	"You don't know what you have bargained for here." he said to Joe
as he motioned for him to get at my head.  Joe walked up to my face and
dropped his overalls to the floor.  His dick was already at full mast and
was dripping pre-cum.  I leaned out and slurped the pre-cum and then drove
the shaft all the way down my throat.  Dad had put in the third finger and
was spreading my asshole even wider.  Joe just stood there staring at Dad's
hand.  Dad pulled his hand out and lined his dick up to my asshole.  He
looked up at Joe and winked as he shoved it all the way in.  This was too
much as Joe started blasting his cum down my throat. I kept on sucking even
after he stopped cumming and he just stood there.  Dad was overly excited
by having Joe watch him and within a few strokes he was cumming.  After the
last blast he pulled out and motioned for Joe to have a go at it.  Joe
pulled out of my mouth as I whimpered. "He moved to my ass and noticed the
cum running out of my hole.  This seemed to arouse him even more as he
stabbed his dick up my ass.  He pumped and groaned every time he did.  The
next thing I knew he was cumming for the second time.
	"Holy shit!"  was all he said as he sat down in the chair.
	Dad looked at him and said, "Watch this," as he slid his dick in
and found the right angle and started pumping, I started moaning and then
convulsing as I shot cum all over the bed, Dad slowed down for a second and
started again, within ten strokes I was cumming for the second time, he did
this about three more times until I finally collapsed down on the bed, and
he pumped real hard and fast until he was ready to cum.  Just before he
came he pulled out and moved around to my head and pushed his dick down my
throat and shot his load.  I was able to take all of it and then rolled
over and closed my eyes.
	Joe just sat there with his dick hard and couldn't say a word.  Dad
looked at him and said, "I think we are going to take you up on your
offer."
	Joe just sat there and shook his head forward, the whole time
looking at my cock and all the cum smeared over my cock, balls, stomach,
and thighs.
	Dad looked at him and said, "Help you self to what ever it is that
is bothering you."
	Joe all but jumped on me as he positioned his dick above my head
and then started to lick the cum from every part of my body.  He saved my
dick for last and swallowed it whole.  I took his dick and started sucking
it slowly as I was enjoying the attention I was getting.  Joe was moaning
as he started driving his dick down my throat.  Dad walked over and placed
his hands on Joe's ass and started running his fingers in the crack of his
ass.  He then pushed a finger into his asshole and Joe shot off into my
mouth.  That was enough for me and I let go into Joe's mouth.  We both went
limp and laid there for a few seconds.
	Dad looked at Joe and said, "When you want that ass of yours fucked
let me know and I will be more than happy to do it for you."
	"Now we need to get a few rules set about the men that the boy will
service."
	"I want only middle aged men, preferably not married, they must be
clean, not hobos or such."
  "They can have thirty minutes at a time unless special arrangements are
made through you or me."
	"If that's alright with you he can start tomorrow if you can get
someone that soon."
	"Sounds great to me, there want be any problem getting men"
	"I think I will start out with just two tomorrow until the boy gets
the hang of it."
	"Got two men already in mind, he should really enjoy himself, and
probably will get tipped."  Joe said, "Oh, by the way the truck is fixed,
and don't worry about paying for the labor, the parts come to five
dollars."
	Dad paid Joe and he left and said he would see us at dark and gave
Dad the directions to his house.
	The next morning we got up and headed to the fields with a little
more vigor than usual.  The day would not go fast enough for me and Dad
noticed, but only giggled each time he say me grabbing myself.  When the
day was over and we got back to the hut I jumped out of the truck and ran
inside and started washing off.  When Dad came in I was naked and my dick
was sticking strait out from my body and I started to jerk it.  Dad said,
"Don't do that, wait and you will enjoy what is going to happen to you."
	We ate our little supper and I was all but dragging Dad from the
chair wanting to go.  We got there about five minutes later and Joe met us
at the door.
	"How you two doing?"  he asked as he led us into his house and into
the living room.
	There on the sofa sat two men in business suits.
	Gentlemen let me introduce you, " Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith, this is
Mr. Jones and Mr. Jones." Joe said.
	I laughed at the introduction and then just looked at them.  One of
the men looked to be about fifty, was around six feet tall but almost three
hundred pounds, he was one of those men that had to lean to one side and
shift his weight to get off a sofa.  The other man was shorter and a little
on the normal weight side.  They were just sitting there sipping on some
tea.
	Joe looked at Dad and me and said, "I know you said that only one
man at a time buy, these men like to help each other out when they are
enjoying themselves, they are very respectable men in the community and I
don't thank they will hurt the boy, if any thing they may make him enjoy it
more."
	"I told them what happened last night even about me, they fully
understand the problems that could arise if this got out."
	"What do you say"
	Dad looked at me and said, "Your call."
	"Ok."  I said probably a little to excited.
	"New that was coming," Dad said, "Been horny all day."
	Jeff looked at the men and said, "Your welcome to the room at the
end of the hall, want disturb you for an hour, not even then if you let us
know."
	The men got up and started down the hall with me in tow.  As we
entered I started to unbutton my shirt, but the big fellow stopped me.  He
wanted to undress me so I just stood there as he slowly unbutton my shirt.
As the shirt opened he started kissing my bare chest then my nipples and
then slid down to my belly button.  He then reached down and undid my pants
and slid them down.  He leaned down and started sucking my cock that was
already as hard as it could be.  He grabbed my balls and pulled on them.
It took only seconds before I was cumming, mostly from being so worked up
all day.
	The other man had removed all his clothes and his dick was sticking
out and wanting attention, I started to reach for it but he moved back and
simply said not yet.  We both helped undress the large man and I was told
to follow the smaller man's lead.  By the time we had undressed the large
man my dick was already standing by itself.  The large man laid down on the
bed with his ass on the edge, we picked his legs up and spread them apart.
The younger man went back to his jacket and returned with two straps, he
placed them on the larger man's ankles and then tied them to the bedpost on
either side of the bed.  This held his legs up and his ass was spread open.
The smaller man said do what I do as he started kissing the large man's
balls.  He was kissing on the left side and I started kissing on the right
side.  The large man started moaning.  The younger man slid all the way up
to the big man's cock and started licking up the side of the shaft.  I
followed suit and we were finally licking on both sides of his cock and met
at the top of the head and he slid his tongue into my mouth.  While he was
kissing me he slid the head of the dick into my mouth.  That was all it
took for the larger man as his sperm started gushing into my mouth.  I
quickly slid the length of his cock down my throat so I wouldn't lose a
drop.  When he was through cumming the smaller man pulled me away from the
cock and gave me a deep kiss.
	The larger man started yelling, "Fuck me, Fuck me now"
	The younger man broke off the kiss and moved down between the
larger man's legs.  He started kissing the little asshole and then pushing
his tongue in.  He motioned for me to come over and I did, he reached up
and slid my dick in his mouth.  He thin placed the head of my dick at the
entrance and told me to fuck him.  I shoved my dick in and started pumping
with all my might, the large man was moaning and yelling out, "Yes, yes,
harder, harder, yes , faster."  The younger man moved to where he could
suck the larger man's dick in his mouth.  I was pumping with all my might
when the larger man started shaking all over and them blasting away in the
younger man's mouth.  As I saw this I too exploded, sending stream after
stream up the big man's ass.  The younger man noticed that I had cum and
moved around behind the big man and placed his dick into the big man's
asshole.  I moved around to the other side of the bed where I could see the
expression on the big man's face.  He was moaning and rolling his head from
side to side with his eyes closed.  I moved where my dick was right at his
mouth, he took one whiff of my cock and opened his eyes, when he saw my
soft dick he grabbed it and sucked it all the way in.  It only took a few
seconds and it was hard again.  The younger man was cumming and was
motioning for me to return, when he pulled out he pushed me back between
the big man's legs and said, "Fuck him again and make him cum."  I didn't
need any prodding as I rammed my dick in as far as I could.  It was about
that time that I remembered how Dad had searched for that special spot in
my ass.  I started changing the angle and was watching for any reaction
from the big man.  All at once I noticed that his body contracted and he
groaned, and I knew I had found it.  I started pumping as fast as I could
in the same spot and the larger man was going crazy.  He started shooting
cum all over his large belly.  When he came his asshole tightened around my
cock and I remembered what Dad had told him about waiting until it relaxed.
As soon as it relaxed I started pumping and he started groaning again and I
knew I could keep this up as long as I kept my attention on making the big
man cum.  I kept it up for at least fifteen minutes and the large man had
cum at least six more times.  The sweat was rolling off the big man's body
and was making it very slippery.
	All at once I felt the smaller man's mouth at the entrance of my
asshole.  He told me to lean over but to keep fucking.  After a few seconds
the smaller man pushed his dick up my ass and I had to stop for a second to
get use to the intrusion.  The smaller man started pumping in my ass as I
continued to fuck the larger man.  We finally got the pumping together and
settled into a few minutes of slow fucking.  The smaller man hit my spot a
few times but wasn't making contact as much as I was with the big guy.  The
large man started cumming but very little came out, I figured that there
wasn't anything left.  About that time the smaller man hit my spot and I
started unloading in the larger man's ass.  The younger man hadn't cum but
as soon as I was finished cumming he pulled me off the big man and placed
his mouth on the big man's asshole.  He started sucking and licking all the
cum that was running out of the asshole.  I noticed that as he was cleaning
out the big man's asshole he shot his load on the floor.
	We all sat there for a few seconds when the larger man said, "Take
these straps off me."
	"And you need to show my friend how to fuck an asshole boy."
	"That was the wildest thing I have ever had done to me."  "Son if I
could I would marry you , but if I did I would fuck my self to death."
	"Come over here so I can hug you, I like to cuddle after I fuck."
"Is there any thing we can do for you?"
	"I'm ok, besides I kind of thank Joe might want to do something
later on."  I replied
	The two men dressed slowly as they both looked as though they
wanted to sleep.  We all three went back into the living room and looked at
Joe and Dad lying there with Dad's dick still up Joe's ass.
	Joe looked up and said, "How was it fellows, was it as good as I
said?"
	"No, Joe you were wrong, it was better."  The larger man said.
"Come by in a few days we might want to set up another meeting."
	"Who do I pay anyway."  the larger man said as he pulled out his
wallet.  Joe said, "Just put it on the table."  as he pushed his ass back
into Dad's crotch.
	The larger man walked over to the table and placed some money on
the table, he then walked back to me and gave me a big bear hug, as he did
he slid his hand in my back pocket and gave me a peck on the cheek.  The
younger man reached out and shook my hand and left a bill in it.  They then
left and Joe and Dad finished what they were doing.  I sat down and looked
at the bill in my hand, it was a five dollar bill and I couldn't believe
it.  Joe looked at me and said, "What did they leave on the table?"
	I walked over to the table and there was another five dollar bill.
"Five dollars," I said as the two were putting their clothes back on.
	"Not bad for a few hours work, is it?"  Joe said.
	Dad walked over to me and gave me a hug, he asked how I felt.  He
then slapped me on the ass and said, "What do you have in your pocket
there?"
	I reached into my pocket and pulled out a note and a hundred dollar
bill.  The note read.
		My name is John Thompson and I own the local bank, if you
are ever in any trouble please let me know.
	I read the note to the other two and they just looked at me.
	"Seems like it went better than anybody expected."  Dad said.
	"Well Dad we have the money to pay off Joe with a lot to spare,
tomorrow we are going out to eat steak, and Joe you are invited."
	"Joe don't line up any men until after nine, please."
	We finished cleaning up and Dad and I headed back to our hut.  When
we got there I started talking about all the things we could buy with the
money I had when Dad said, "Listen, it is fine that you want to go out and
eat good, but I don't believe you should just blow the money on what ever
you want."
	"You need to take the money and send most of it back home to your
grandparents just as you were doing with your other wages."
	"I hope it keeps coming in like it did tonight, but I don't believe
that it will, so save some for a rainy day."
	"I know your right but I just got to do something, right now."  I
said.
	Dad looked at me and said, "Come here I'll try to calm you down."
	"Take your clothes off and get ready, I'm going to fuck you until
you pass out."
	I did as he said and he climbed on my back and slid his dick in my
asshole he took a few strokes to locate my prostate, but when he did he
started in as fast as he could and I was cumming, he kept this up until I
fell asleep from exhaustion.