Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 16:09:53 EDT
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: and-a-time-for-reapin'-3

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                       AND A TIME FOR REAPIN'

                            A story by

                         Ritch Christopher

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                           Chapter Three


	"Beyond the sunset, O blissful morning..." sang Bonnie Lou
Pickelseimer in her saddest,quivering, soprano voice. Mrs. Tomlinson,
Brother Tomlinson's wife, had asked her to sing it for my mother's
funeral. I had made none of the arrangements, as I didn't know what to
do. I'd never experienced anything like this before. Ralph Kelly, the
undertaker had done that for me. He HAD asked who I would like to act as
pallbearers. I had been too embarrassed to ask Webb since he hadn't spoken
to me since the sexual episode in the barn.  Mother had died in her sleep
three days after that event.  Henry agreed to be one of the six to carry
her coffin into the church and then, afterwards, to her grave at Dogwood
Cemetery. The Baptist church was small, with only about thirty pews but
they were all filled with neighbors and friends. I never thought she would
go as fast as she did. I hadn't said my last goodbye to her...only, "See
you tomorrow, Mother" to which she had replied, weakly, "All right,
honey. Be a good boy."

	Since she was only florist in town, Mrs. Brady had had a difficult
time making all the flower arrangements look different. What really made it
difficult was that all she had had in stock was an assortment of dahlias,
asters, and gladiolas, so the entire floral display looked like one massive
wreath surrounding the bier holding her casket. I doubt if she had known,
or even met, half the people in attendance in the church, but as expected,
ALL Southerners loved going to funerals and most of the women wouldn't miss
one for the world.  Sounds of sniffing and sniveling were heard throughout
the congregation. I tried my best to look around without being obvious to
see who was crying, Heck, I didn't know most of these people and I knew
darned well Mother hadn't known them, either. But crying was customary at
wakes and funerals and they were all doing their civic duty and then some.

	It was decided between Henry and me that Grandpa would not
attend. Heck, he wouldn't know who had died and might create a rumpus if he
thought he was at Grandma Donahue's funeral. With Henry sitting up front
with the other pallbearers, I was left alone on the "family pew" except for
Webb who came in late,to avoid talking with me, I guessed. It was quite
evident that he was angry and holding a grudge against me, even though it
was he, not I, that suggested that I go down on him in the barn, I'm sure
that he would say that he was drunk and I had taken advantage of him.  I
also felt if he hadn't been afraid of a revealing scandal he'd have cried
"rape".

	After he sat down beside me, I couldn't concentrate on Mother, her
death, her funeral, or being an orphan...NONE of that! My thoughts were
solely on Webb and how I could smooth over our "incident". I began to
cry...NOT over Mother, but over Webb. I didn't care what people thought,
since they were probably pitying me, a boy of fifteen who had just lost his
only parent. My tears must've moved Webb because the next thing I knew, he
had scooted next to me on the long pew and put his arm around my
shoulders. I'm sure that the crowd of mourners behind me were watching and
thinking. "That poor boy will grow up bad, just like his worthless
uncle. Poor thing"

	Sure, I was sad that I had lost Mother, but I took advantage of the
situation and chose to bury my face on Webb's chest. Webb comforted me, or
at least he pretended to, by stroking the back of my head. Who knows, I
thought---if his actions were sincere, then maybe he would forgive me for
what had happened.  I know I should have felt guilty about not crying over
Mother, but I played my "bereaved son" role to the hilt. It was all I could
do to keep from putting my arms around Webb and planting a kiss on him,
there in the church in the middle of the service. Maybe Webb had realized
that he was all I had now, Well, sure, I had Grandpa, but half the time he
called me, "John", thinking that I was my dad.

	After the short graveside ceremony, I got back into the big black
Buick which was the Kelly Funeral Home's limousine, alone. Webb had chosen
to drive his Corvette, but we both arrived at the farm about the same
time. Henry had convinced me that it would be all right to leave Grandpa
home alone for about two hours while we went to the funeral. That proved to
be a big mistake, because when Webb and I went into the house, Grandpa was
nowhere to be seen. We looked upstairs and down, all around the house. I
shuddered to think that he might have fallen into the well in the back
yard. Grandpa could never be convinced to fill the well with dirt and close
it down. No, it had been dug by his Great-grandpa Donahue, and he would
hear nothing about shutting it down. Grandpa had felt the same way about
the two outhouses which were old and wobbly and only the Lord knows when
they were built, by whom, and how long they had been there.

	Webb and I must've had the same idea at the same time because we
both headed to the outdoor latrines. I opened the "Ladies" and Webb opened
the door to the "Gents".

	"Here he is," cried Webb. "I found him."

	I ran over to see if Grandpa was all right, He had dropped his
pants and was taking a dump.

	"CLOSE THAT DOOR!" Grandpa yelled, "Goodness gracious! Can't you
see that I'm using it? You'll just have to wait your turn like I did!" he
said to Webb,

	Webb slammed the door, "Senile old fool! What the hell are you
doing out here in this shit house?" Webb shouted at him.

	"You shut up!" Grandpa answered behind the closed door, "Where did
you think I was supposed to go? Out in the woods? Now, go away and leave me
alone, I came out here to take a dump in peace and you're interrupting me!"

	"Jesus Christ!" Webb exclaimed. Then he turned me, "Jerry, we gotta
do somethin' about him. We've got other things to do besides playing hide
and seek with this old codger!  He's either got to be put in the Pine Woods
Home for old people or we've got to hire someone, full-time, to take care
of him."

	"Webb, you know he'd die in that home," I said, "being away from
the farm and all."

	"Well, so be it!" Webb said,

	"It might be well if we did hire a full time housekeeper to watch
him, clean the house, do the laundry, cook meals...," I added.

	"I don't know who in hell we could get to do all that!"

	"Well, Mother did it."

	"That's because she was 'family'. It's different for an outsider."
Webb said.

	"We could place an ad in the 'Courier', couldn't we, and see if
someone wants the job?"

	"You can try, but I'll bet you good money that no one replies to
the ad."

	It seemed that Webb was on the verge of winning that bet. We had
placed an ad in the paper for a housekeeper/caretaker for two weeks and by
the thirteenth day; no one HAD applied for the job. On the fourteenth
morning, however, there was a light knock on the screen door. Not expecting
any visitors, I took my time in seeing who had interrupted my oatmeal. It
was a girl about my age, maybe a few years older. She was dressed in a
drabby gray tight skirt and a red sweater that emphasized the hugeness of
her bust, Tits did nothing for or to me, but I'd've had to be blind not to
notice those knockers. She wore lots of makeup like some hussy with bright
blue eye shadow, black lines around her eyes and penciled black eyebrows
which didn't match her long shiny blond hair, She reeked of some cheap
perfume that I could smell though the screen door. I didn't know whether to
cough or gag. Just the sight of her made me sick. I had expected some plump
old lady, around forty years old, with premature white hair would be the
ideal candidate for our position...not this harlot from hell.

	"Hey," I said, greeting her.

	"Hey, there," she replied in a slow Georgian drawl, In spite of
being neighbors, Georgians and Tennesseans did talk differently, Both
states had the same rhythm of speech, but people around here spoke much
flatter, whereas, if you lived just across the state line in Georgia, you'd
drop your hard "r's" and soften them...like where we would way "rathur",
they would say, "rathuh".  She was definitely from Georgia by the way she
said, "Hey, theuh" as opposed to saying, "Hey, thair."

	"Can I help you?" I asked.

	"I don't know. I saw your ad in the Courier and came to talk to you
about it."

	"Oh, you wanna see my Uncle Webb." I said.

	"Is he here?" she asked with a southern lilt.

	"Yeah, I'll get him. Er..:Won't you come in...please?"

	"Thank you."

	I opened the door and led her into the living room, offered her a
seat on the sofa, and went back to the kitchen to get Webb.

	"Who was it?" Webb asked.

	"There's some girl in the living room, here to see about the job."

	"You're kidding!"

	"Nope."

	"What does she look like?"

	"Why don't you go see for yourself? I told her I'd get you."

	"Well, you oughta be a part of interviewing her. I mean, she's
gonna be livin' with us and I'd like to see what you think of her."

	"I'll come in after I've finished my breakfast." I replied. "Go on,
Webb, she's waiting on you."

	I knew darned well that Webb would be impressed by her, just by the
way that she filled out her sweater. Heck, he'd hire her whether she could
cook, clean house, OR take care of Grandpa. Henry had already said that he
would leave if we found someone for the job. He could take care of Grandpa,
but when it came to cooking or washing and ironing clothes, he would draw
the line. He said he couldn't (or wouldn't) do it. I didn't want to see
Henry leave. He was like having kinfolk around, He didn't mind taking me
places or going on errands. I would miss having someone like him to talk
with. I took the last bite of my mush, wiped my mouth, and went to the
living room to join Webb and the visitor.

	"Oh, hi, Jerry boy," Webb said, He was back to calling me 'boy' all
of a sudden, "This is Rita...Rita Mullins and she's agreed to come to work
for us."

	I seethed with anger and jealousy from the fact that he had said he
wanted my input and inside of a few minutes, he had already up and hired
her. I was furious, but tried not to show it.

	"She can start work, day after tomorrow." Webb continued, "Isn't
that great?"

	"Yeah, great." I said in my most unconvincing voice.

	"Rita used to be a part-time Candy Striper down at the hospital and
she knows all about nursing. Isn't that great?"

	Again with the word, "great". I'm sure that everything about her
would be great, especially the way she showed off her body in those tight
clothes. I imagined that Webb would be spending much more time in the house
now,with her around. Bullshit! Why does a girl with big boobs always
attract men, especially the only man that I was interested in. Ok, she
could be housekeeper and caretaker, but there was one thing she didn't
bargain for...she would also become my rival and enemy. War would be
declared the minute that she moved in...only I wouldn't let on to Webb.

	The next day, Henry packed one suitcase, which held all his worldly
possessions, with plenty of room to spare. Henry and I cried as we hugged,
saying our goodbyes. The place wouldn't be the same without him. And yet I
smiled deviously to myself at the thought of Rita giving Grandpa a back
rub, followed by his expected blowjob. That was a chore that Webb knew
nothing about. I laughed out loud thinking about her between Grandpa's
knees and being caught by my horny uncle. That was something I really
wanted to see when it happened.

	The next morning Rita moved into the bedroom next to Grandpa's
which was two doors down from mine on the other side of the hall. She had
two heavy suitcases which Webb was more than willing to hoist up the
stairs. When Mother was alive, Webb wouldn't have bent over to pick up a
piece of crust of bread he'd dropped on the floor from the kitchen table,
He left that for Mother to pick up after him. I didn't know why I had
turned so against my hero. I DID know, too...the reason had a
name..."Rita".

	As for my relationship with Webb, he had not mentioned, or referred
to, our "incident" since the night it happened. I hadn't wanted to pursue
the subject for fear I would suffer physically if he beat me up, or
emotionally if he told me that he hated me. Webb went about his way as if
nothing had ever happened between us. This indifference didn't interrupt my
nightly masturbation fantasies about him, I continued, wanting him more
than ever since I'd had him that one night. I could close my eyes and
re-live every moment...every touch...every taste....each kiss and each
caress. Gosh, if he would only give me one of those lusty looks that I
observed him giving Rita every time she opened her mouth and gushed that
"Scarlett O'Hara" charm on him. Heck, I had been lusting after him for
months.

	Supper that night was the first meal that Rita cooked for us, I
couldn't understand how she could open the jars of seasoned canned goods
that Mother had cooked and canned and make them taste bad. They were
Mother's recipes and all Rita had to do was to heat them on the stove, but
she had decided that the vegetables needed HER touch, so she resalted and
peppered them and added some kind of flavoring from the spice rack. The
stewed tomatoes tasted like Vick's Salve after she had laced them with
thyme or something. The mashed potatoes had a licorice flavor. Only the
Lord knew what she had put on the green beans, I watched Webb take a huge
bite and all but gag. The taste was terrible, but he smiled and bragged to
her how good everything was. I figured I was going to be missing a lot of
meals if she continued doing the cooking. Gosh darn it! Webb didn't even
get mad at her when she spilled Clorox on his favorite jeans or burned a
hole in his blue gingham shirt when she attempted to iron. She was a hoax!
I could see straight through her, but Webb didn't, or chose NOT to,
rather. I all but screamed when he said kindly to her, "That's OK, honey,
accidents DO happen!"  The biggest accident was when her dad had gotten her
mother pregnant and Rita had been conceived. God chose some babies to be
stillborn. Why had He slipped up on her birth?

	That wasn't all. I had passed Grandpa's room and smelled him as he
had shit his pants and she hadn't bothered to clean him. Things couldn't
get worse, I thought. But they did.

	The second week after she arrived---it was a Wednesday night--- I
had watched TV until 11:00 PM by myself in the living room until I decided
it was time to go to bed. I went upstairs and cracked Grandpa's door to
check on him. He was sleeping and snoring, dreaming of days gone by. Then I
heard the moans and groans coming from next door. I hoped that Rita was
dying but I would look in on her, just in case.  Only her bedside lamp was
on, but it was strong enough to illuminate her entire bedroom. That's when
I saw my hero, naked, just as I had seen him on the creek bank, hunching
and humping Rita like she was some whore of Babylon that Brother Tomlinson
had talked about in one of his sermons. Uncle Webb was "doing it to
her". He didn't see me as I peeked, but she did...and then she capped my
fury by smiling at me and winking. If I had been able to get the key that
unlocked the gun rack, I'd've blown both of them away into total
oblivion. I went to my room and wept. I cried long and deep into the night
before I fell asleep. I left for school the next morning before anybody
else had gotten up. I couldn't or didn't want to face either of them. Webb,
my Webb, had betrayed me.  That...that...SLUT...had come between us.

	School was out at noon and I knew I had chores to do in the fields,
but I couldn't bring myself to go home. I COULDN'T!!  I WOULDN'T!! I never
wanted to go home again. As I left the school, I saw Eddie Owens and Ben
Mulkey slipping off to the woods to smoke cigarettes. Everybody knew that
they smoked so I didn't understand why they tried to hide it. The two of
them were probably the meanest boys in my class; they were always getting
into trouble. Some of the farms had missed livestock and the sheriff had
taken them down to the county jail for questioning, but since he had no
solid proof, he had had to let them go. It seemed that whatever went wrong
throughout the county, everyone always suspected it to be the "doings" of
Eddie and Ben. I had made up my mind NOT to go straight home, so I decided
to follow them from a safe distance to see what they did besides smoke. I
suspected that they had hard liquor or beer hidden there and IF they saw me
and offered me a drink, I'd take it. Heck, getting drunk was better than
going home and facing Webb and Rita.

	I must've been some fifty feet back, following Eddie and Ben. I saw
where they entered the patch of woods. It was the thickest part of the
woods, pine trees and cedars, almost like a Christmas forest. There was
just the slightest breeze but the scent of the fir resin filled your
nostrils like some nasal inhalant Mother used to give me when I had a
cold. The trees were tall and full, which cast a shadow, making it like an
entrance to a cave. No grass had grown here for years, only pine needles
covering the entire ground. They hadn't been that far ahead of me, but
somehow I had lost their trail and saw no sign of them. I didn't care. I
would explore on my own... ANYTHING to keep from going home. Maybe I would
get lost too and it would take hours...maybe days for anyone to find me. It
was funny, all the years I had gone to school and had passed by this glen
practically every morning of my life, I had never ventured inside these
woods. So it was like discovering a new land to me. I heard tiny noises
above my head, which turned out to be a couple of squirrels nibbling on
some pine seeds. Gosh, it was truly beautiful. I kept walking deeper into
the woods and occasionally a flicker or ray of the noon sun would find its
way between the branches, almost causing a misty illusion which made me
expect to find a hidden rocket ship from Mars that had landed and remained
hidden for who knows how long. I had traveled far enough that I could no
longer see the school or any evidence of the entrance I had used to enter
this wonderland. I wasn't lost, but then I didn't care if I was. It was
peaceful here. I went maybe 200 hundred yards into the forest and I was
surprised to hear the sound of water spilling over rocks. I had never been
aware of a creek in this area, but I WAS thirsty and sure would welcome a
cool drink from a babbling brook.

	The water wasn't deep. There were rocks jutting above the surface
like stepping stones to get to the other side about 25 feet away. I knelt
and scooped up a handful of the crystal liquid. It was refreshing. I bent
over further to drink with my mouth and get my face and hair wet. I took my
hand and scooped a small handful to wet the back of my neck. It was cold,
but somehow it relaxed me.  All that business about seeing Webb and Rita
had made my neck tight and had given me a headache. At long last I knew
what Mother meant when she talked about tension. I thought about Mother. I
missed her...even more since that Rita had moved in. If Mother had been
well enough to come home from the hospital, then everything I saw last
night wouldn't have happened. It suddenly made me wonder if spirits came
back from death and walked with us. Mother must've been horrified if she
had seen Webb and Rita together. In all my sixteen years, I had never heard
my mother say the word "sex".  She never came close to talking about
it. Mothers didn't talk to their sons about the birds and the
bees---fathers did, and since I didn't have one, I would never have known
what I know now if it weren't for Henry. Gosh, how I missed him, too!

	For the first time in my life, I felt alone. It finally dawned on
me that I was really on my own. Sure, I had Grandpa, but he was more of a
kid now than I was...and, well, Uncle Webb?...I guessed that was all over
now, too. Criminey! What if Webb up and married Rita? Heck! I WOULD move
and he could have the farm and all the land. I wouldn't stick around and
watch the two of them going at it like rabbits all the time! I was an
orphan now, but too old to go to the county orphanage because they let the
kids go when they reached their sixteenth birthday. I was sixteen now and I
was supposed to be a man, but I really didn't know how to be one. I suppose
I was free to go anywhere I wanted to. There was no one to stop me. There'd
sure be no one to miss me if I left. I'd never had the chance or the time
to have a best friend. Sure, there were boys and girls that I had gone to
school with most of my life, but they had jobs and chores to do on their
farms, the same as I did on ours...and, well, we just didn't make
friends. And then, if having a best friend was being like Eddie and Ben,
the county troublemakers, then I guess I was better off not having one.

	Just as I was thinking about them, I thought I heard one of them
laughing on the other side of the brook behind a real dense section of
cedars. I followed the laughter, expecting to see cigarette smoke or
something. As I drew closer, I heard two people laughing. I was sure it was
them. I balanced myself on the rocks leading across the creek. I felt like
Jesus when he walked on water with St. Peter and got amused at myself for
even thinking such a sacrilegious thought. Mother would've had a fit.

	I walked slowly and used my hands to part the cedar branches to see
what they were doing. Good Lord! They were doing the same thing that Webb
and Rita was doing last night, only Ben was sticking his "thing" into
Eddie's rear end. I closed the branches quickly so that they wouldn't be
aware of my presence but, in my haste, I made too much of a commotion.

	"Who's there?" Ben yelled, as he suddenly broke free of Eddie's
bottom and stood, pulling up his drawers as fast as he could.

	Eddie pulled up his pants too and the two of them began running in
my direction. I was sure they had seen me, or at least had seen "someone"
staring at them. I tried to escape by quickly stepping on the stones that I
had used to cross the creek, but in my haste, I slipped and fell into the
water, soaking everything I was wearing to the skin.

	"Hey! Hey!" Ben screamed at me, "What are you doing here?"

	I stood up in the water. The current was not strong enough to
capsize me, "I...I was just taking a walk." I said, sheepishly.

	"Yeah? You were following us, weren't you?" Ben accused as Eddie
joined him by his side.

	"What did you see?" Eddie asked in a threatening voice.

	"Nothing!" I replied. "Nothing!"

	"You're lying!" Ben shouted at me. "Come here!"

	"What?"

	"I said, come here!" he repeated.

	I froze and didn't know whether to obey him or run the other way.

	"Either you come here or we're coming after you."

	I knew their reputations and suddenly felt afraid for my safety. I
might fight one of them off, but they were both bigger than I, and I knew
that the two of them would overpower me. I slowly walked toward them, ready
to accept my punishment. I was only concerned with how severe it would
be. What I had seen them doing was something they would surely want silence
about. Next, I feared for my life. They would want no witness telling
anyone about what he had seen.

	"Were you peeking at us just now?" Ben continued with his
interrogative.

	"I...uh...might have got a glance, but I really didn't see
anything." I lied.

	"If you got a glance, then you saw what we were doin'!" Eddie
sneered. "So what did you see?"

	"I...uh...saw the two of you wrestling over there on that
clearing." I said, hoping my explanation would satisfy them both.

	"You seen us with our pants down, didn't you?" Ben snapped.

	"NO! Why would you have your pants down if the two of you were only
wrestling?"

	"You're a pretty bad liar." Eddie replied. "I know damned well that
you seen us and you knew what we was doin'." Ben added.

	"I...didn't know what you were doing because I've never seen two
boys doing anything like that." I explained.

	"Then you DID see us."

	"Yeah," I said relenting. "I guess I saw."

	"Well, I'm glad you have the balls to admit it." Ben bragged, just
as if he had broken the case of a murderer. "So now, what you goin' to do
about it? Who are you gonna tell?"

	"No one! I swear!" I cried.

	"Yeah, I'll bet." Eddie said, staring me down. "We were butt
fuckin'."

	"Oh?"

	"Yeah, butt fuckin'! You ever done that?"

	"No, I haven't."

	"Well then, maybe you ought to try it." Ben suggested. "That way we
can be sure you won't tell anyone if you've done it, too. Eddie, get his
arm and we'll take him back to our secret place and we'll show him what
it's all about."

	"No, really." I said, "I promise...I SWEAR...on my mother's grave
that I won't tell a soul."

	"Very likely. Come on, let's go."

	Eddie didn't have to take my arm.  I went with them agreeably. I
wasn't as scared now as much as I was curious. Were they going to
demonstrate "butt fuckin'" for me or were they going to let me FEEL what it
was like? My fear had turned to excitement. The only sex I'd ever had was
with Henry, but that wasn't really having sex, and then when I went down on
Webb. The idea of experimenting or doing things with guys my age had given
me a rock hard erection.

	We made our way back through the bushes and cedar branches until we
reached their shady glen. I wondered how they had found their "secret
place" in the first place. It was totally hidden from the sun by the tall
trees...extremely quiet...and cool.

	"Take off those wet clothes." Ben said to me. "All of
'em... everything you got on."

	I was more than happy to oblige because the wetness of my jeans and
boxers was heavy, making me much colder with my nerves. I didn't want to
give the impression that I was willing to abide by his order so I took my
time and said. "Look, you guys, I'm only going to get undressed if the two
of you do, too. That's only fair."

	"That can be arranged," Ben said smiling. "Can't it, Eddie?"

	"Yeah, we wouldn't wanna make you feel embarrassed at being the
only one who's nekkid." Eddie complied.

	They joined me in the mutual disrobing; it took me longer because
of the wetness of my clothes. I tried hard not to look at them, but my
curiosity got the best of me. Their penises were almost as hard as mine as
they sprung forth when they lowered their jeans. Finally, I was out of my
shoes, socks, shirt, and jeans. All that was left was the official
unveiling of me as I slowly removed my shorts. I could feel their staring
at me with baited breath. I had an erection all right, probably the biggest
boner of my life!

	"God damn! Eddie, look at the size of that piece of meat." Ben
exclaimed. "I ain't never seen none of 'em that big before...not up close
and hard, anyway."

	"Who's else's have you seen besides mine?" Eddie asked.

	"Stupid! We both seen everybody nekkid in gym class...I said up
close and hard. We never seen any of the guys at school that way...or at
least, I haven't." Ben replied, waiting to hear how Eddie would respond.

	"Well, the guys in the gym class don't count." Eddie said.

	"Then, have you seen anybody's but mine?" Ben said, almost accusing
in a jealous manner.

	"NOBODY'S, ASSHOLE!" Eddie replied.

	Ben didn't really looked convinced of Eddie's fidelity as he turned
to look at my nude body once again.

	"Hey, Jerry?" Ben continued, "Did anybody ever suck on that cock of
yours?"

	"Good grief, no!" I replied.

	"You ever fucked a girl?"

	"No, I don't know any girls outside of school." I said, and Ben
looked almost pleased that I didn't.
	"Then, have YOU ever sucked someone's cock?"

	I paused before answering. I didn't want them to think I was a
complete virgin.

	"Maybe...just once." I said, reluctantly.

	"Super! At least that's one thing we won't have to teach you."

	My thoughts raced..."one thing?" How many things were there to do?

	"Who wants to do who first?" Ben asked, eyeing my crotch and almost
immediately he added, "Don't anyone speak. I'll go first and I choose to go
down on Jerry." I was afraid I would climax the very instant that he
touched me in any way. I knew I'd been brought close to exploding just by
our conversation. At the moment, I wouldn't have cared if the "county
troublemakers" were armed robbers or murderers.  I had wished so long in my
private dreams for someone to take my cock in his mouth. If I could get my
mind on something else, maybe I could curtail my climax. Maybe if I sang to
myself, that would do the trick! But what song? Heck, all I knew the words
to were hymns. So as Ben got on his knees to engulf me, to myself I sang,
"I was sinking deep in sin...far from the peaceful shore..."

	I thought he was going to swallow all of me as his lips slid down
my shaft until they reached my patch of pubic hair. He sucked hard and deep
on me, with long strokes from tip to base. Just as I was about to get to
the refrain, "Love lifted me..." I shot my full load down his throat. It
must've been a big one because he sputtered and gagged, trying to swallow
all that I had to give and I could feel my spurts still coming.

	Eddie had seen how fast I came and loudly said, "God damn, Jerry!
Why didn't you save me some?"

	"I have more," I bragged.

	"Well, you'd better."

	Ben had removed his mouth from me but was still licking me up and
down and, at the same time, was trying to get his breath; He finally looked
up me and smiled.

	"You've been waitin' a long time to do that, haven't you, Jerry
boy?"

	I blushed as I smiled and replied,"Yeah, I guess so."

	"You think you can muster up another load for Eddie?"

	"Sure," I said, "but why don't you let me rest while I do both of
you?"

	"You mean you want to? Without being forced?" Ben asked in
disbelief.

	I hesitated as I looked at the two of them, trying to decide which
one of them I wanted to suck first.

	"You rest up, Ben." I said, "While I do Eddie."

	Eddie was holding his hot rod, offering it to me as I went down on
my knees to take him. I did my best to mimic what Ben had just done to me
and Eddie let out a squeal as I took all of him down into my throat.

	"That's it, cocksucker! Go to it!" Eddie yelled.

	I didn't like being called "cocksucker" and I couldn't explain why,
because that's exactly what I was. I was enjoying every minute of it. Eddie
was younger and livelier by his responses than Webb had been. But Webb was
drunk the night I did him. Eddie placed both of his hands behind my head
and began fucking me as forcefully and deeply as he could. I reached up and
squeezed his balls and he yelped again. He rode my mouth as if he were
trying to break a stallion. I breathed through my nostrils as well as I
could. I didn't want to spoil it for him by gagging because I was enjoying
the action almost as much as he was. Out of the corner of my eye I could
see Ben watching closely as he was beating his own piece of meat. I didn't
want Ben to shoot before I was ready to take him the same way I was having
Eddie. I'd waited all my teen life for this kind of thing to happen and I
wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

	Ben moved close to Eddie's side and nudged Eddie's hip with his
own.  Ben's cock was almost touching my cheek as he continued to
masturbate.

	"Can you take both of 'em?" Ben asked.

	It only took a moment for me to think and nod my head in the
affirmative. I wasn't sure I could do it, but, by gum, I was gonna try!
Before I knew it, I DID have both of them in my mouth at the same time and
they were hunching my head in unison. I took Ben's scrotum in my other hand
and squeezed him the same as I was doing to his best friend.

	"Oh, yeah, buddy boy! DO IT!" Ben screamed.

	They must've been having sex together for a long time as they both
sensed they were about to have simultaneous orgasms. My mouth and throat
must've reminded them of an empty gas tank because they filled me up at the
same time. My larynx tired as I swallowed so much so often until I knew
that they had no more to give...at least for now. The two of them sank to
their knees in weakness and they collapsed backward on the bed of soft pine
needles. I, too, collapsed backward...tired, full... and happy.

	The three of us lay on our backs in silence for five minutes or so,
then we all jumped up to wash ourselves in the cold creek water. We romped
in the water, splashing and playing like grammar school kids. We were all
having a good time in spite of our former differences. We had become
buddies and that pleased me, too. Eddie and Ben shared their shirts by
drying me off since mine was still wet. We sat down Indian style with our
feet folded beneath us and talked, joked, and that's when I had my very
first cigarette. Heck, if I was going to hell for what I had just done, I
might as well experience everything because I might never get this chance
again.

	Experience? That's putting it mildly because for the next two or
three hours, the two of them taught me everything they knew about sex. Ben
let Eddie fuck me first since Ben had gone first with the sucking. It hurt
like heck when he started, but after ten or twelve hunches, I got used to
it and I couldn't wait to fuck both of them. Ben let me do it to him after
Eddie had finished with me and this was totally unbelievable. As I entered
him, I closed my eyes and dreamed that it was Webb, not Ben. In my wildest
fantasy, Ben didn't know it but I wasn't "fucking' him--I was making love
to him by pretending that he was my uncle that I loved and lusted
after. Then, it was all over! Everyone had done each other in every way
imaginable.

	"I'm fucked flat!" Eddie sighed, collapsing once more on the
ground.

	"Me and thee," Ben echoed. "What about you, Jerry? Had enough?"

	"For now." I replied, with a satisfied grin.

	"Damn, boy, Eddie and me've turned you into a sex maniac in one
afternoon."

	"It's nothing I hadn't really thought about," I said. "I just never
knew it would be this good."

	"Well, you know now!" Eddie added. We all laughed.

	"How often do you guys come here?" I asked.

	"You mean 'come' here or 'cum' here?" Ben joked, his inflection
explaining the difference.

	"Either," I said, smiling.

	"Every day." Ben bragged.

	"You're kidding?" I said with wide eyes.

	"Nope! Ev-ver-ry day,"

	"Wow!" was all I could say.

	"You can, too, if you want to," Ben added.

	"I don't know if I could do this every day." I replied.

	"Sure you can, Look, since you know that the two of us are gonna be
here every afternoon after school and since we know you ain't gonna say
nothin' 'cause we sure as hell ain't gonna say nothin', you can come by and
join us any time you wanna." Ben said,

	I wasn't sure whether it was the thought of doing this any time I
wanted or if it was just the fact that I had been "accepted" by two guys my
own age, but I was thrilled and delighted,

	"Thanks" I said. "Do either of you know what time it is?"

	"About four, I guess," Eddie replied.

	"I guess I'd better go." I said, dreading the chores I had
neglected.

	"You WILL come back, won't you, Jerry?" Eddie asked hopefully.

	"You betcha!" I said as I put on my wet clothes. Neither of them
dressed so I could only assume that they would finish what I had
interrupted earlier.

	"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you soon." I said.

	"Sure thing." Ben replied.

	I stood there for a moment staring at my new friends. I didn't want
to leave but I knew I had better; I smiled, turned, and started making my
way back through the brushes.

	"Hey, Jerry," Ben called.

	"Yeah?"

	"You sure this was your first time?"

	"Positive...but it won't be my last."

	We smiled again. Ben winked at me. I turned and left them.

	I had missed the noon bus home, so now I was faced with many
problems. First, get a ride home?; second, what kind of excuse could I give
to explain why I was so late? Explain to whom? Grandpa? Shoot, he usually
didn't know what day it was, let alone the hour of that day. Henry was
gone. I was grateful in a sorrowful way that I would never have to face my
mother's condemning or suspicious eyes. Webb? He'd never bossed me around,
so I really felt I owed no one an explanation as to my whereabouts. I began
to feel grown up all of a sudden. The way I saw it I was my own boss now. I
was my own person. I felt mature and manly and I changed my gait as I began
walking down the highway. I begin to whistle the theme from "The Andy
Griffith Show", walking in time with my music. I could hitch a ride if I
was lucky or I could walk the five miles back to the farm. Either way, it
didn't matter now. If I was late, then I was late and that was that!

	Several cars passed me and I chose not to stick out my thumb. I was
enjoying my "freedom march".

	An hour and a half later, I reached the dirt road leading to the
farm. I was tired from the long walk. Heck, I'd been worn out from the
activities with Ben and Eddie before I had ever begun my journey home, but
worn out in a good way. The trek down the drive seemed longer than the
miles I had traveled down the highway; I was both thirsty and hungry and I
dreaded the concoction that Rita would have thrown together for supper.

	I went into the house and headed for the stairs toward my room. If
I could sneak by and avoid whoever might be in the living room or kitchen,
then maybe no one would know what time I came home. As I was passing
Grandpa's door, I noticed it was slightly cracked and I peered in at
him. Grandpa was sitting on the side of his bed. He had donned his shirt
and pants and was trying to put on his shoes without socks.

	"Whatcha doing, Grandpa?" I asked.

	"Is that you, Johnny?"

	"No, Grandpa, it's me, Jerry."

	"Oh, Jerry boy! Can you help me with these consarnit shoes? John
said he would help me with them. He was here just a moment ago and said he
would be right back." Grandpa's mind seemed to grow worse every day. He had
seemed more alert when Mother was taking care of him. But since her death,
he'd gone downhill much faster.

	"Grandpa, listen to me," I pleaded.

	"What?"

	"I said, listen to me. John, your son, my dad, is dead."

	"What are you talkin' about? He's alive the same as I am."

	"No, Grandpa, he was killed in the war almost sixteen years ago."

	"Why do you say things like that? Are you tryin' to hurt me or just
confuse me? Lord knows. your Grandma keeps me confused enough."

	"Grandpa, Grandma is...Oh, skip it!" I said, giving up. "Here, let
me help you with your shoes."

	"Thank you, son."

	I knelt in front of him, put his shoes on and tied them.

	"Well, now that you're all dressed. Where do you want to go?" I
asked.

	"I'm expecting Charlie Callahan to come by with some papers for me
to sign."

	Charlie Callahan had been Grandpa's lawyer and financial advisor
for years, that is, until he died last year when he was hit by a car while
crossing the street downtown. I decided to placate Grandpa and not upset
him any more than he was already.

	"Oh? What kind of papers?"

	"He's bringing me a copy of my last will and testament to sign. I
made a few changes and I want to make sure that it reads the way that I
want it to."

	"I want you to read it too, John," he continued. "I want you to see
that it's worded so that YOU get the farm and all the land. I don't want
that brother of yours to get his hands on anything that belongs to me!"

	"Why, Grandpa?" I played along. "Why are you cutting Webb out of
your will?"

	"Because he's the way he is. That's why! If he ever got his hands
on the deed to this farm, he'd sell it for cash and spend the whole amount
on drinkin' and loose women."

	"Grandpa? Did you ever think you had it all wrong about Uncle
Webb?"

	"No..and stop calling him your uncle! He's your Cain. So be careful
when you're around him!"

	"My Cain? What does that mean?"

	"It's like you're Abel and he's Cain. Boy, don't you know your
Bible? Cain killed Abel because he wanted Adam's money all to himself."

	"Grandpa, I don't think that they used money in those days," I
said, amused at him.

	"Well, how do you think that Adam got that garden he was livin' in?
He had to buy it from someone originally."

	"Oh, I know now, Grandpa. I remember the whole thing."

	"Well, it's about time you did. Now help me up and let's go to the
living room and wait on Charlie."

	"OK, Grandpa, but if you feel weak, just lean on me."

	"I know I can always lean on you, John."

	I put my arm around him for support and helped him down the stairs
to the living room for his futile vigil. About halfway down the stairs, I
saw Webb standing at the bottom of the case.

	"Where you goin' with that old man?" Webb asked.

	"He wants to go to the living room."

	"Here, let me help you with him." Webb said, climbing the stairs to
join us.

	I was sorry that Grandpa was aware enough to appreciate Webb's
gallantry. I knew that it was genuine and that, somewhere deep inside, Webb
cared for Grandpa. That day in the cornfield when I discovered how much the
farm meant to Webb and he'd never let anyone know about it. I felt that he
had always kept his feelings for Grandpa hidden the same way.

	The two of us set Grandpa down in his recliner with the ottoman and
he seemed content. Webb smiled and became aware that I had seen him and
changed his expression when he looked at me.

	"Where were you all day?" Webb asked.

	"I had things to do. I missed my bus and went swimming with a
couple of guys from school and then I walked home."

	"You walked all the way home from school?"

	"Yeah. I tried to hitch a ride but no one would stop."

	"Why didn't you call me to pick you up?"

	"I figured you had your own chores to do." I said and then quickly
added, "Besides, I didn't want to interrupt anything that Rita needed you
to do.
	"What's that supposed to mean?"

	"Oh, nothing, Webb, I just thought maybe she'd need some help with
her cooking that you seem to enjoy so much!" I said, sarcastically.

	"Who said I liked her cookin'?"

	"You did! You're always bragging on it..."how good everything
tastes"...and to me, it tastes like shit!"

	"Christ, boy, I've never heard you say a cuss word in your life."

	"Well, maybe it's time I started. I know lots of words I've never
said and I'm gonna start saying them, too." I said.

	"Come outside on the porch," Webb said. "I want to talk with you."

	"Well, maybe I don't want to talk with you." I sassed.

	"I said, NOW! and I mean it!"

	I had never heard Webb raise his voice to me. I decided to
obey. First of all, he WAS my uncle and I owed him that much respect, and
second, I didn't want to ire him enough to take a swing at me with his
fist. So I followed him out on the porch, leaving Grandpa looking at some
book, totally oblivious to Webb's and my heated conversation.

	"OK, now what?" I said to him.

	"What were all those remarks you were insinuatin' in there about me
and Rita?"

	"Just what I saw." I replied.

	"And what was it that you saw?"

	"I saw you fucking her. There! I just said my second cuss word! You
were fucking her in her bed last night. I saw the both of you going at it,
stark naked."

	"Oh, that," he said, admitting his guilt.

	"Yes, that!"

	"You're jealous of her, aren't you?"

	"Hell, no! That's three," I bragged, "Why should I be jealous of
a...cunt? Should I get you a pad and pencil so you can keep track of the
words I'm using?"

	Webb looked at me a long time before he broke out in laughter. His
laugh was so warm and light and infectious, I began thinking how stupid my
remarks to him were and I joined him, laughing. The two of us just stood
there laughing as hard as we could.

	He continued to smile. "Boy, how you've grown up since your mother
left us! Cussin'...comin' home late. Why I bet you're smokin' when nobody's
lookin' and drinkin' too, ain't you?"

	I smiled a sheepish grin as if I had been caught red-handed in the
cookie jar. "Maybe...and maybe not."

	"Havin' sex...?" he tried to continue.

	I turned red with the mention of sex. Did he know about Ben and
Eddie earlier today?

	"Tryin' to take advantage of your poor old uncle in the barn while
he was drunk?"

	I was relieved that it was THAT sex he was referring to, not my
latest episode.

	"I did NOT take advantage of you!" I said, strongly, in my
defense. "If you think real hard, you'll remember that it was YOU who
offered himself to me."

	"Oh, I did, did I?"

	"YES, YOU DID!"

	"And did you like it?"

	I spoke the truth without caring about the consequence. "Yes. I
did. Didn't you?"

	"I'm not sure," he replied. "Maybe we should try it again, this
time when I'm not drinkin'."

	Did he mean it? Was this an invitation?

	"Very frankly, I'm not sure if I want to," I said, coyly. "I'm not
sure I want to put something in my mouth that's been inside Rita's pussy."

	Again he stared before laughing once again.

	"Where is she, anyway?" I asked.

	"I gave her the day off. She wanted to go into town and buy
somethin' or other and then stay late and go to the movies."

	"And you didn't want to go with her?"

	"Nope. Someone had to stay home and fix your Grandpa's supper."

	"Why you? You can't cook."

	"Hell, I can open some cans and heat somethin', can't I?"

	"I suppose," I said and added, "just as long as you don't put those
fucking spices in them and ruin the taste, like Rita does!"

	"It IS pretty awful...her cookin', I mean."

	"Then why don't you say something instead of bragging on her
cooking so much? The more you brag, the more spices she throws in. God, I
hope she didn't go into town to buy some more thyme and stuff!"

	He looked at me quietly for a moment. "You didn't really give me an
answer a while ago."

	"About what?"

	"About...you know...tryin' what you did in the barn to me, but when
I'm sober."

	"I'll...I'll think about it."

	"Just let me know."

	"I will...when I'm ready," I said.

	"OK, now why don't you go into the kitchen with me and help me open
up some of your mother's canned goods?"

	"OK."

	He put his hand around the back of my neck, flooding me with a
feeling I liked so much, and led me back into the house. The incident with
him in the barn hadn't done as much damage as I thought.  If anything, it
had given me hope. Now, if I could only find some way to get rid of
Rita. Then I'd have him all to myself.

(to be continued in Chapter Four)