Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 15:14:52 EST
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: and-a-time-for-reapin'-4

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                       AND A TIME FOR REAPIN'

                            A story by

                         Ritch Christopher

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                           Chapter Four

	Supper was the best ever! Webb and I HAD overdone it a bit.  The
two of us went into the pantry and looked at the treasure Mother had left
for us. Webb grabbed quart jars of canned corn, butterbeans, pickled
squash, and beets. I was on the opposite side of the shelved room and chose
boiled okra, sliced carrots, pickled cabbage, and stewed tomatoes. The two
of us turned to face one another and laughed at the loads we were clutching
in our arms.

	"We can't fix all of these...not for one meal, anyway," Webb said,
amused. "Choose the ones you want."

	I looked at his selections and compared them to mine.

	"ALL OF 'EM!" I said.

	"Shit!" Webb replied, "WHY NOT?" We laughed once more and struggled
into the kitchen toting our booty. "We need some kind of meat, don't we?"

	"There's a big piece of streaked pork in the ice box." I replied.

	"Then, git it! I'll put some pots of water on the stove while you
go out into the vegetable garden and pull some radishes and scallions."

	I placed my jars on the kitchen table and ran out the back door. I
grabbed the tops of some red radishes and then I saw that the really hot
long white ones were fully grown, too. So I snatched up about a dozen of
them. I picked four or five fresh tomatoes; pulled some scallions and shook
the fresh black dirt off them. I saw the long green beans had ripened so I
picked a whole mess of them.

	An hour later, Webb and I had cooked enough food to feed Coxey's
army. The table was so full of fresh and canned vegetables, there was
hardly enough room to set the table with plates and silverware for three. I
swore that I would eat until my stomach burst before I would save any
leftovers for Rita. I was so thrilled that supper was only for Webb,
Grandpa, and me.

	I fixed "seconds" for Grandpa and he ate every bite, as if he
hadn't had anything to eat since Mother had died. I don't know how many
helpings of what Webb and I ate. It was delicious, cooked only with salt
and pepper.....and no dadgummed spices.

	"Whew! I'm full!" I exclaimed as I pushed myself away from the
table.

	"I'm about to bust!" Webb echoed.

	"What about you, Grandpa?" I asked. "You had enough to eat?"

	"Yes, boys, I'm fine. Your Grandma canned food all last fall."

	Webb and I looked at each other, silently agreeing not to correct
him. Let him enjoy his food and his fantasy!  I was so happy. The family,
what there was left of it, was all together enjoying our official "first
meal". I supposed I should've felt guilty, but I was even glad that Henry
wasn't there. I wished it would just be the three of us from now
on...forever!"

	"It's a shame we don't have dessert." I said, "But I don't know
where I would put it!"

	"Who says we don't have dessert?" Webb interjected. "While you were
out in the garden, I put a jar of your mother's peaches in the freezer and
they should be nice and cold by now."

	"Great! Boy, Mother knew just how to flavor them with just enough
sugar."

	The cold peaches topped the supper off, just right. The first bite
reminded me of Mother and the time she had spent storing food for us for
the winter. Maybe she had been a California girl originally, but she had
learned the ways of Tennessee farming.

	Grandpa seemed to enjoy himself. However he was the first that
wanted to leave the table.

	"John," he said, looking at me. "Would you and your brother help me
into the john? I think I feel an urge."

	Webb and I guided him into the downstairs bathroom Webb helped him
lower his trousers and shorts and we sat him on the john to enjoy his
nightly constitutional. I went back into the kitchen to tackle all the
pots, pans, and dirty dishes.  I was pleased and amused at Webb's sudden
domesticity.  Had Rita taught him to help in the kitchen? He dried and put
up the pans and dishes as fast as I could wash them. Webb even took a
dishrag and wiped off the stove, the kitchen counter, and the table. When
we finished, the kitchen looked clean and spiffy.

	"John?". We heard Grandpa calling from the bathroom.

	"He needs help with the toilet paper," I said to Webb. "Stay here
and I'll go help him."

	"No, you stay here and let ME go help him," Webb said.

	I can't explain why such a gesture could've made me get chill bumps
and tears in my eyes, but it did. Webb had NEVER offered to help Grandpa do
anything without being ordered. and here he was, fighting with me to go
wipe Grandps's ass. Gosh! What had come over him? Webb had something new to
offer every day. He was changing right before my eyes into something
wonderful. Gee whiz...how I loved him, more and more!

	I felt like Cinderella when she heard the clock begin to strike
twelve because my evening of bliss was brought to a halt by the ring of the
telephone. Webb answered.

	"Yeah...Fine...No...We ate already...We threw together some
stuff...Yeah...Where are you?...Just wait there and I'll pick you up within
a half hour...OK...Bye."

	"Was that who I thought it was?" I asked.

	"Yeah," Webb replied. "The movie's over and Rita wants me to come
pick her up."

	"Fuck!" I said.

	"Boy, you've got to where that word just comes out of your mouth
like clockwork."

	"I could say THAT and more. You want me to come with you?" I asked.

	"No, you'd better stay here with your Grandpa. Why don't you put
him to bed and read him some Bible verses or somethin' 'til I get back?"

	"How long's that gonna be?" I asked, suspiciously.

	"Just long enough to drive to town and back...maybe forty-five
minutes or so."

	"You aren't taking her to a bar, are you?"

	"Hell, no. Why should I?"

	"You gonna sleep with her tonight?"

	"No, I didn't sleep with her last night."

	"You were in her room long enough to fuck her." I accused.

	"Will you forget about that?"

	"I can't! It's burned in my memory indelibly."

	"Well, just go unburn it or somethin'. You hear? I gotta go."

	Webb grabbed his cowboy hat off the rack and went out the door. I
heard his Corvette tearing up the dirt as it sped toward the highway.  I,
on the other hand, took Grandpa to his bedroom, helped him undress and
pulled out a fresh pair of pajamas from the top drawer of his bureau. He
usually slept in his underwear, but tonight being special, I thought he
might maintain more dignity and pride if he went to bed dressed
properly. He sat naked on the side of his bed while I unbuttoned his pajama
top to slide his arms through the sleeves.

	"Henry, you gonna give me a back rub tonight?" He asked.

	"I'm not Henry, Grandpa." I said reaching for his left arm.

	"No matter," he replied. "You can still rub my back, can't you?"

	"I suppose so, Grandpa."

	He lay down on his stomach. I saw a bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil
that Henry always used on him. I poured a heavy stream of the clear liquid
into my left palm and rubbed my hands together to make the oil nice and
warm. I placed my hands on his bony back and began to stroke upward toward
his shoulders.

	"Oh, that feels good, Henry. Press down a little harder, if you
will."

	I applied more pressure as it I were giving him artificial
respiration.

	"Oooh! That's it...nice and slow."

	My stroking went lower as I returned to his waist, massaging the
cheeks of his butt in a circular motion.

	"You do that just like one of them professional masseurs. Go
further down and get to the back of my legs."

	I complied, reaching down his legs to his ankles. I bent each leg
so that I could squeeze his feet for a good foot massage.  I stopped to
re-oil my hands and went back to his body stroking his back from his
shoulders to his toes and back.

	"You know what you're doing to me, don't you, Henry?"

	"No, what grandpa?"

	"You're making my thing hard as a rcck."

	I hadn't planned on this. This was more than I bargained for. If
Grandpa was in his right mind and knew that it was me and not Henry,
he'd've never let things go this far.

	"Let me turn over on my back and you can give me the usual, Henry."

	"No, Grandpa," I said. "I don't think we'd better do this.

	"Why not? Nothin' ever stopped you before."

	"I,,,I don't really feel like it, tonight, Grandpa." I urged,
trying to stop him before things went too far.

	My plea met with his deaf ears. He turned over on his back quicker
than I could stop him. He had sprung a boner, all right. I couldn't believe
a man his age could have such a long stiff dick. But there it was, standing
up like a flag pole right before my eyes.

	"You see that?" He asked. His eyes twinkled and he had a slight
chuckle in his speech. "Grab hold of it and do what you usually do. You
know that it relaxes me and makes me go to sleep much sooner."

	My objections were going to be ignored. If I jerked him off, no one
would ever know. He'd never realize that it was I and...oh, well, if it
would please him and make him rest...I might as well. My trembling hand
reached for his hardon and I began to stroke it, slowly. Grandpa sighed and
let out a quiet moan when he exhaled.

	"That's so nice, Henry."

	"I'm glad you like it, sir." I gathered up my courage to ask
him. "Do you want me to make you cum?"

	"Sure, you can't stop now. I'd never get to sleep with that thing
being as hard as it is. Don't stop now, Henry, unless you're ready to
finish me off the way you do so well."

	I had secretly seen this procedure when I had seem him and Henry
going through their ritual.,,but surely I couldn't perform oral sex on my
own grandpa! At the same time, he expected it. I wrestled in my mind with
the "do's" and "don't's", wondering how I could halt this
development. Again, I was struck with the realization that "no one would
ever know" except for me. I would know. I wondered how Webb would've
handled this situation if he had put Grandpa to sleep in place of me having
to do it.  Rita had been putting him to bed every night since she had
arrived. Was she blowing Grandpa, too? This idea angered me. I didn't want
her doing something like this to him. Let her save her blowjobs for Webb!
NO! I didn't want her doing that, either!

	Then I thought how I could perform this task without being
embarrassed or revolted. I went over to the light switch and clicked
it. The room was almost pitch black now. I felt my way back over to
Grandpa's bed, took his cock in my hand and nervously covered it with my
lips and mouth. I felt his whole body quiver as I went totally down on his
organ. I kept hoping that he was a quick cummer. I didn't know how long I
could keep up with this action. Webb and Rita would be back soon and if
either of them walked in and caught me, I'd have to leave home tonight. I'd
never be able to face Webb the rest of my life!

	I halfway got my wish as I felt his penis grow soft and limp. I
withdrew my mouth from him. My sucking sound had drowned out the noise he
was making. He was fast asleep and snoring on his back. His old age and his
full stomach from the big meal had saved me. I took the sheet and blanket
and pulled them up to cover his naked body.  To Hell with the pajamas--he
looked so relaxed that I couldn't disturb his sleep.  I leaned over to
gently kiss him on his forehead and quietly crept out the door, closing it
behind me. Almost the very second that I heard the door click, I heard
Webb's car parking in front of the house. Whew! That was a close call!

	"Hey, Jerry," Webb yelled at the foot of the stairs, "We're home."

	I didn't reply, I came down the stairs, avoiding Webb's eyes as if
he knew what I had just done...or almost done.  I did pause long enough to
shoot a daggar with my eyes at Rita. She sensed it and shot back a look of
fire back it me. The Southern Belle was a Southern Bitch as far as I was
concerned.  The way Webb had criticized her cooking to me earlier, I was
hoping that he was beginning to dislike her, too.

	"Is there anything left for me to eat?", she all but sang to Webb.

	I quickly replied, "Nope, everything that was left...I put in the
slop jar and fed it to the pigs."

	Webb knew I was lying but he showed no sign of betraying me to her,
which pleased me.

	"There ought to be somethin' in the ice box that you can find to
eat," Webb said to her.

	"I'm really not all that hungry. I filled up on popcorn and jelly
beans at the movie."

	"Did you enjoy it?" he asked.

	"It was wonderful! Doris Day and that dreamy Rock Hudson. I could
look at him all night."

	"Too bad you didn't stay and sit through it again," I quiely
snarled.

	"What did you say, Jerry boy?" she gushed with restrained venom in
her voice.

	"Nothing, I was just thinking out loud to myself."

	"Do you think there's a hot dog or a link sausage I could munch
on?" she asked Webb, insinuating something sexual.

	"I don't know, but you can go look," he replied to her.

	I tried to hide my jealous rage by turning awsy and going up the
stairs to my room. Maybe it was evil of me, but at least I felt I had
placed a small wedge between them from Webb's earlier remarks about her
cooking. I was too upset to get aroused and perform my nightly "Webb
fantasy" ritual. I undressed, went to bed, and stayed awake to see if I
would later hear any moans and groans coming from her room. Somehow, two
hours later I was fast asleep. Since I had heard no activity in her room, I
was satisfied that the two of them were not having sex.

	It must've been 2:00 AM when I was awakened by someone crawling
into my bed and feeling a hand searching for my cock.  I didn't move but
pretended to be asleep as I felt my dream coming true. Webb had come to
spend the night with me. My passion for him soon deveoped a quick erection,
The hand grasped me tighter and I almost came instantly. I longed for Webb
to hold me in his arms and kiss me deeply, so in the darkness, I rolled my
body over to face him.

	"I see that you're ready for some action," the voice said.

	It wasn't Webb, it was that goddamned slut, Rita, It was SHE who
had invaded my private territory and my dreams. My immediate thought was to
strangle her and let her die right here in my bed.

	"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE...IN MY BED...AT THIS HOUR?" I
yelled, hoping to wake up the whole household.

	"I got the feelin' or at least Webb implied, that you were virgin
and had never had a woman," she drawled.

	My anger turned to hurt as I thought about Webb talking with her
about me. Did he hate me so much that he would betray my secrets to this
whore?

	"Tbat's none of your business!" I replied emphatically.

	"I could make you feel real good, honey. I've had plenty of
experience making lots boys into men," she oozed.

	"I'm not a boy!  And I wouldn't let you try for a million dollars!"
I said.

	"Maybe not a million dollars but how about a nice blowjob or a nice
fuck?"

	I was getting angrier by the minute. I wanted to knock her out of
my bed and across the room, but Mother had always taught me that no man
should ever hit a woman for any reason. It was only my promise to my mother
that kept me from sending Rita reeling across the floor.

	"What ever gave you the idea that I'd ever have sex with you in the
first place?" I asked, cutting her down.

	"Nothin' really," she said, "It's just that I got the feelin' that
you didn't like me too much and I thought that if you got to know me
better, then we could get along real nice and peaceful."

	"You know that I'm in line to own this farm someday, so in that
respect I'm sorta your boss and I should fire you." I threatened.

	"Right now, it's not your place to fire me. It's Webb's since your
granddaddy ain't quite acting like hisself...and I don't think Webb wants
to get rid of me, just yet. He enjoys the delicacies I can bestow upon
him."

	"Wait until tomorrow morning and we'll see about that!" I replied.

	"Jerry boy, don't be too hasty until you see what I have to offer
you," she said as she flicked on my bedside lamp and began raising her
nightgown to reveal her private parts to me. As if that wasn't enough to
make me sick, she sat on the floor, took her hands, and spread the sides of
her vagina wide open for me to look at."Ever see one of these up close?"

	"No! And I don't want to, either." I exclaimed.

	She ignored me and coninued her exhibition. "Now look at this
part. It's called a clitoris and that's what makes a woman cum. Wanna touch
it and see what happens?"

	"No, I don't," I replied.

	"Then why do you have a hardon?" she asked.

	I wasn't aware that I was naked, even after she had turned the
light on. I was watching her to see how far she would go with her
seduction. I looked down at myself and I was hard as a brick. I quickly
covered myself with the blanket on my bed.
	"I've gotta pee," I lied. "That's why it's hard. It's certainly not
because of you, in case you're interested!"

	"Oh, I'm interested all right and from the looks of that thing of
yours, you seemed to be interested in what I have between MY legs."

	Rita was really asking for it! My thoughts were still focused on
killing her, but if I did, I'd spend the rest of my life in jail, only IF I
didn't get the electric chair for murder. In biblical times, if a woman had
acted the way she was, she'd've been stoned and fed to the dogs like
Jezebel. I could always throw her body into the pig sty and let them eat
her...bones and all.

	"Come here and touch it, Jerry Boy, You know you want to..."

	"No, I don't."

	"Oh, my Lord, it just occurred to me...you're not a queer, are
you?"

	"NO! I'M NOT A QUEER!" I said, rather loudly.

	"I'll bet you are! I also bet you want to have sex with your uncle
and you're jealous of me!"

	"Don't flatter yourself. Why would I be jealous of a tramp?"

	"Only because Webb's fucking ME and not you," she snapped at me.

	"Who says he isn't?" I screamed.

	"I DO!" yelled the voice at my bedroom door.

	It was Webb's voice. I didn't know how long he had been standing
there, or how much or what he had heard and seen. Surely, he wouldn't have
put her up to this...or would he? Was this all a scheme or ploy of his to
try to make a man out of me? I knew that he had women on a regular basis,
but is this what he expected me to do als


	"I ain't never fucked you," Webb exclaimed, "nor any other man, for
what it's worth! I ain't never goin' to, neither."

	Rita sat on the floor, smiling at both of us...Webb and me.

	"Rita, pull down your nightgown and get the fuck out of here and
leave the boy alone! He ain't gonna fuck you and I ain't sure I'm ever
goin' to, either...not again, anyways." Webb announced.

	Slowly, Rita arose and tiptoed, barefooted, past him and back to
her bedroom.

	"I'll talk to both of you later, but separately." he said as he
left my room, slamming the door behind him.

	I was crushed. My hopes and dreams had melted before my
eyes. Everything was ruined now. I turned out my light and cried myself
back to sleep. God, if only Henry were here...or if Grandpa was back in his
right mind...!

	It must've been 4:30 AM when I re-awoke. I looked at the clock and
got out of bed to go to the bathroom.  I sat down on the toilet seat and
re-lived the early morning events and the catastrophe they had brought
about. There was no one around to see my anger and embarrassment but I knew
my face was beet red. I would have to leave home now. But then, if I did,
who would take care of Grandpa? Rita would probably poison him or something
and find some way of tricking Webb into marrying her and the farm would be
half hers. I couldn't let this happen! I owed this much to Grandpa, not to
mention the farm itself and all of my ancestors that had strived to keep
the place going. But how was I going to keep living here, having to face
Rita and Webb every day until Grandpa died or something worse happened? Why
hadn't my daddy lived to show me how to cope with problems like this? Would
Mother have known what to do? Sure, I know---Mother would've prayed about
it. Praying was Mother's answer to every problem, only I didn't believe in
prayer as strongly as she had. I couldn't imagine that the dear Lord wanted
to get involved in this sort of thing...especially if He knew about the
feelings I had for my uncle. Damn! What a predicament!!! If it weren't for
Grandpa's failing body and mind, I could kill myself, That's one way of
escaping but the fear of the raging fires of hell that Mother had instilled
in me soon got that notion out of my head.

	It was around 5:00AM when I finished my "business" and flushed the
commode. I went back into my bedroom and got dressed for school. I left the
house at 5:30 while everyone else was still asleep. I decided to walk to
school. I would still arrive there early, but I would escape facing
everyone at the breakfast table.

	I arrived at school approximately at 7:00 M, forty-five minutes
before the first bell. There was a slight morning mist hovering about three
feet off the ground which was the first sign of the approaching fall,
signaling it was just about time for the autumn harvest. Us guys who worked
on farms made up about 95% of all the male students and 25% of
females. This was the time for our fall term break. Students up north got a
spring break but for us farm kids, we were excused to reap the fruits of
our spring planting. We would be out of school for two weeks to gather all
the corn, wheat, and various other crops which kept our farms going
throughout the winter until it was time to refurbish the rich black dirt
with fresh seeds and cuttings.

	Grandpa always had hired a bunch of helpers to harvest our corn
crop. Those that could, would sleep in the barn for the two weeks and
others would sleep in their cars or the flatbeds of their trucks covered in
thick blankets to ward off the early morning chill. I could only imagine
that we would need fewer workers this season, since we had lost most of the
southern fields due to the drought. With Grandpa's mind being in worse
shape than in previous years, I wondered how much responsiblity Webb would
take in gleaning the fields of Grandpa's labors.

	By 7:15 AM, my classmates began to arrive, the first being Kenny
Langley, the bookworm. He was always the first to get to school and the
last to leave. If there was anything to learn in the ways of scholastics,
ask Kenny. Kenny had to know everything. Fellow students always predicted
that he would be President some day. I always thought he would be lucky if
he lived long enough to be the county librarian. He was so skinny and puny,
his skin was lily white from not doing any outdoor work, and his tiny hands
were as smooth as any girl's in my class. If there was one queer in the
county, then it had to be Kenny. I took a long look at him. Since I had had
my first homosexual encounter yesterday with Ben and Eddie, I wondered if I
could ever have sex with Kenny. "No way," I thought. I'd have to be mighty
desperate to have sex with him. Heck, anybody would. I wondered how he did
get his rocks off?  Maybe with a farm animal, but certainly not with
another guy.

	I guess the one thing that you wonder about after you've learned to
masturbate is just how many of your fellow schoolmates know how to do
it. My new experiences made me look at every guy in the school in a
different light. How many other Eddies and Bens were there that no one knew
about? Tommy Wilson and Freddy Cox were best buddies. Were they doing
"something private" together? Practically all the guys AND girls were
virgins just like me. No girl would ruin her reputation by giving in to a
guy. If the guys had any taste of pussy, then they must've paid for it
downtown with the same tramps that Webb screwed. None of them ever bragged
about it because, if their girlfriends ever found out that they had been
humping whores, that would be the end of their relationships.  I figured
most guys had tried jacking off, but just didn't talk about it or else they
would be busting their balls the way Webb said that those monks had.

	I'd neither heard nor seen any of the guys in the gym shower
showing any signs of having scrotum damage, so I could only assume that
they were fantasizing in the beds at night, just as I was.

	Next I saw Larry Tomlinson, the gym captain, get out of his
Chevrolet and open the door for his steady girlfriend, Bridget
O'Malley. Lord knows, they SHOULD be "doing it". After all, they had been
going together since the eighth grade, but since his dad was the Baptist
preacher, I was sure he hadn't endangered his chance of going to heaven by
having sex out of wedlock. Still, he was the best looking guy in school
with a very muscular body. He wore tight Levis and you could see the
impression of the length of his penis by the faded white patch of the
denim, leading down his right pant leg from his crotch. I'd never noticed
the size of his thing, but the next time I saw him in the shower, I would
most definitely take a long gander at it now. My sexual awakening had made
me some sort of pervert or sex maniac in the past few days. I still had no
desire to look at girls' tits.

	Rita had showed me her vagina and clit earlier this morning and I
did wonder it all girls had them. I knew that they must have a hole down
between their legs somewhere, otherwise how else could they pee? It didn't
dawn on me to look for Rita's hole, but I'm sure there was one there some
place. Heck, I didn't want to see it. I DID want to see Larry Tomlinson's
dick, though. I had second period gym with him at ten o'clock. Maybe today
would be the day! Lord knows, I had to do it subtly. I sure as heck didn't
want him to see me looking at his pecker because, besides leaving home, I'd
never go back to school again if word got around that I might be queer like
Kenny. To be perfectly honest with myself, I was probably MORE queer than
Kenny. No one would ever know...that is, except for Ben and Eddie, and I
was sure that my secret was safe with them and vice versa.

	Civics class dragged on forever. Ten o'clock gym would never get
here. I just hope that Coach Kimsey had planned some strenous exercises or
sport for us which would make us all sweaty enough to warrant a
shower. Anything but a movie about sports legends or some old black and
white film about sex education where sex was just talked about but nothing
ever really shown.

	Hot dang! Calisthenics for a whole forty five minutes! Everyone
would be perspiring, even if we had been out in the cold weather of
January.

	The last exercise consisted of our doing fifty push-ups non-stop. I
wasn't as fast or as strong as Larry, but I could keep up with him. I had
developed pretty good size biceps. triceps, and pectorals accidentally
doing the chores I had with farm work. Most guys who did the same were
built the same way.  There were very few sissy bodies among us who worked
all day in the fields, hoeing, digging, cutting down weeds with a scythe.
We had to be strong just for survival. I suppose that's why I never paid
that much attention to my gym-mates' bodies, but now I was more interested
in looking at what they kept hidden under their Levis and Lee Jeans. My
biggest problem was how to control myself and make sure that I didn't
spring an embarrassing "tell all" boner in the shower.

	Shower time came and I got my wish. Coach Kimsey left us alone as
he had to go get ready to teach a third period Biology class at 11:00,
There were only twelve of us in the one large shower stall. All of us
bathed, lathered, rinsed, fooled around with some horseplay or grabbass. We
couldn't stay long for we had to be finished, dressed, and get to our next
class all in fifteen minutes.  Still, for however short a time that it
took, a "look" was a "look" and I would get to see what I wanted to
see...Larry's cock!

	Delmar Reynolds and Red Phillips were standing under the shower
faucets between Larry and me and the two of them were blocking my view. I
thought that they would never leave. I took my time by soaping myself three
times, hoping that Larry wouldn't notice. Finally, the two that were
hindering my vision left and there was no one left except Larry and me.

	Larry had his back to me. He was facing the shower spray with his
eyes closed. He was far more muscular in the buttocks than I. His back
muscles appeared to be about the same as mine. Luckily for me, he still had
soap in his eyes when he turned around to rinse the backside of his
hair. That's when I saw him and "it". Damn, it was huge...not so much in
girth but in length.  All it took was one long stare and I felt myself
erecting down below. Shit! I did not want Larry to see me this way, but all
the while I was looking at his organ, he had been peeking at me throw his
partially opened eye, still burning from the soap.

	I almost slipped and fell backwards on the tile floor when he spoke
to me.

	"Did I cause that?" he asked.

	"What?" I replied.

	"That hardon you're sproutin' there?" He said, wiping both eyes so
that he could get a full view of my rising problem.

	"No," I said, lowering my voice in embarrassement. "I guess I
washed myself too much down there.  It happens sometimes when I'm not aware
of it."

	He laughed and said, "It happens to me ONLY when I'm aware of it."

	I froze. I couldn't think of a thing to say as he stepped closer to
me.

	"Don't be shy," he said. "Take your hands away and let me see that
thing of yours."

	Geez! What did I do now? Take my hands away and spring up like a
flagpole or excuse myself by saying I was going to be late for Algebra?

	"Come on, come on, let's see it," Larry persisted.

	"Here, you've seen mine and don't say that you haven't, because I
saw you staring at it."

	Damn! He HAD seen me and I had gotten caught. I figured if this was
just a one time thing, I might as well make the best of it. I slowly
removed my hands and just as I expected, my huge hardon arose.

	"You're pretty good sized down there," he said. "That thing of
yours get much action?"

	"Enough," I replied.

	"Solo or duo?" he asked.

	"Excuse me?"

	"I meant do you do it by yourself or with someone else?"

	I took a deep breath and swallowed what little saliva I had
remaining in my dry mouth before answering, "Both."

	I thought I would faint when he reached out and grabbed my cock and
gently skinned my partial foreskin back.

	"Lucky them," he said giving my penis a little squeeze.

	"Lucky who?" I asked, hiding my gulp.

	"Them...whoever you're giving action to."

	I couldn't decide where to focus my eyes..,look into his soft brown
eyes or stare lower and gaze at his cock which was slowly becoming hard. I
almost felt it was time for meto ask if I had caused his erection, but I
thought better, since I didn't know where this momentary action was headed.

	Saying that I was saved by the bell was putting it mildly, because
the third period bell DID ring and the two of us were still standing naked
in the shower with his hand grasping my cock. The bell caused me to go
almost limp and I slipped out of his fist.

	"We'd better get to class," I said to him, running to put on my
clothes, "or else we're gonna be late."

	"We're ALREADY late," Larry answered.

	"Shoot, what'll we do?" I asked in desperation."

	"Skip!"

	"What?"

	"Skip class."

	"Won't they notice that the two of us are missing?"

	"Let 'em," he smugged. "Have you ever noticed when I'm not in
class?"

	"Very frankly, no," I said, being honest.

	"So?"

	"Yeah, but the BOTH of us?"

	"They'll think we've gone to get a start on the harvestin'. Your
folks are planning' on harvestin' today, aren't they? I know mine are," he
said.

	Apparently he didn't know about my family situation...my being an
orphan with a grandpa and uncle.

	"What'll we do?" I asked, trying to hide my eagerness.

	"I don't know...go somewheres and get to know each other a little
better," he smiled.

	"Like where?"

	"Oh, maybe the janitor closet."

	"Uh uh!" I said, "That's too dangerous. We might get caught."

	"Then where do you suggest? Do you know some secret place here at
school?"

	"No, but I DO know a place nearby." I replied, thinking about Ben's
and Eddie's clearing in the woods.

	"Show me the way! We can slip through the lunch room and go out the
back door."

	I was so dad-blamed excited that I almost put my shoes on the wrong
feet in my haste. Was this happening? To ME? Fuck class! Fuck the school!
Fuck harveting AND the farm AND Rita. Fuck EVERYTHING! Fuck Larry (oh, how
I wished)!!!

	The two of us threw all caution to the wind as we made our way out
of the school and ran toward the road which led beside the woods. I ran
toward the opening that I remembered from the day before.

	"Where we goin'?" Larry asked.

	"Don't worry, just follow me."

	I got my face scratched from hanging branches and my jeans
accumulated cockle burrs as I hurried to the creek.

	"Damn, I never knew there was a brook here," he said in amazement.

	"Be careful not to slip on the rocks," I pointed out as we crossed
onto the other side. We only had one more patch of cedar obstacles and we
were there. Eddie and Ben were not there, which meant that Larry and I had
the whole clearing to ourselves.

	"This is beautiful!" He exclaimed. "How did you ever find it in the
first place?"

	"That's a secret." I answered.

	Well, we were here, We were alone. We had made it this far. Now
what did we do? Who did what first and just how far did Larry mean to go
when he suggested that we get to know each other better? Perhaps I
should've been apprehensive about being in a position about to engage in
who knows what with the best looking and most popular guy in the school,
but my fear was somewhat lessened by knowing that it was Brother
Tomlinson's son, so if I was about to sin, maybe the good Lord would
forgive me because of Larry's religious station.

	"What now?" I asked in eager anticipation.

	"Why don't you drop your jeans and let's continue where we left off
in the shower," he suggested.

	"You, too," I replied.

	"No problem," he said, unbuckling his belt and reaching to unbutton
his jeans. I complied by following his lead. Soon we both had our trousers
pulled down to our knees. Once again, he reached for my cock and it only
took a moment to assume its former erect condition. With his free hand, he
took my right hand and placed it on his cock which was already nice and
hard.

	The pre-fall air was much chillier today than it had been yesterday
when Ben, Eddie, and I had been able to take a dip in the water. His cock
was warm from the nest of his lowered brief shorts,Slowly, Larry began
pumping on my meat and I did the same to his.

	"God, this is so much better than jerking off by yourself," he
said.

	Whatever thrill he was getting by beating me off, I felt twice as
excited looking at my sexual partner.

	"Didja ever do this with anybody else?" he asked.

	"Uh...yeah..."

	"Who?" he inquired.

	"Can't say," I answered. "It's a secret."

	"Aw, come on and tell me." he begged. "Look if we're close enough
stand here and hold one another's dick, why would you keep a secret like
that?"

	"Just because," I replied. "Would you want me telling anybody about
your doing this with me?"

	"No, I guess not," he replied, halfway satisfied with my answer.

	I couldn't decide which felt better...his hand on my dick or his
warm dick in my hand. Both were equally exciting.

	"Tell me one thing, if you will...that is, without divulging your
secret."

	"What?"

	"These other guys...or other guy that you did this with...did you
do anything else? I mean, did you go any farther?"

	"A little bit," I lied.

	"What did you do?"

	I hesitated before answering, "We...well, we traded blowjobs."

	"You went down on a guy and he went down on you?"

	"Yep."

	"Do you think it would be all right if...we traded blowjobs?"

	Boy, did I? I asked myself, Never in my widest or wildest
imagination would I or could I have conjured this up in my fantasies.

	"Since you've done it before, why don't you go down on me first and
show me what to do," he suggested;

	I was more than willing to oblige his notion as I quickly sank to
my knees before his stiff icon that I longed to worship. I took him slowly
into my mouth. His body quivered at my first contact.

	"Oh, man..." he sighed. "Oh, yeah...Don't stop."

	I had no intention of stopping. Again, if this was a one time shot,
I wanted to relish every moment of it and make it last as long as I
could. I followed the procedures that I had learned from Ben and Eddie, by
cupping Larry's scrotum with my right hand while going behind his legs with
my left, exploring the back of his thighs and wriggling my fingers into the
crack of his ass. He released the tight muscles in his buttocks and let my
hand go deeper to find his butt hole. I inserted my middle finger up to my
first knuckle as he let out a verbal moan.

	"Oh, yes, baby, do it!" he said, "Dig in a little deeper."

	I obeyed by sticking my finger as far as my hand would permit. I
duplicated the rhmthm of my finger fucking with the bobbing of my head and
mouth, still clinging onto his cock.

	"Yeow!" he screamed as I struck his prostate gland with my
finger. "Do that again!"

	Who was I to refuse? I had waited long enough to have this moment,
I could go on forever with my actions, but I knew that he couldn't go on
much further. I figure he would reach his climax in about thirty seconds. I
was wrong, it was only twenty seconds before felt him begin to shoot his
thick liquid into my mouth and throat.

	"God damn!" he screamed. I was a bit shocked to hear the Lord's
name taken in vain by a preacher's son. The fact that he was letting me
suck his dick didn't seem to bother me that way.

	When I was sure that he was through, I looked up at him for the
first time since I began. He still had his eyes closed, trying to make his
ecstatic moment go on a little longer. I pulled away from him and sat back
on my ankles. That's when I saw him smile and stare at me with his wanton,
piercing, brown eyes.

	"You are somethin' else." he said, grinning, "but you already know
that, don't you?"

	"No, not really." I said, fishing for him to say more.

	"Well, you are! You made me feel more like a man than any girl I've
ever had."

	"Do you mind if I ask how many?"

	"A few...but nothin' they ever did compares with what you did just
now."

	"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I enjoyed it, too." I
replied.

	"I kinda thought so," he said. "Now, are you ready for me to do
you?"

	I was so enthralled by having done him, I'd practically forgotten
about myself. But then, before we started, we had agreed that we would do
each other and I guess it was my turn. Only, I had done this before. I
suppose in many ways I was a queer, but the thought of him...a straight
guy, going down on me, was more than I could fathom or wish
for...especially Larry Tomlinson. Gosh, life is full of surprises!

	I stood up to look into his eyes once more and, without a moment of
hesitation, Larry dropped to his knees. Before I knew it, he was servicing
me in the same manner that I had done him...the cupping of my balls...his
finger stuck up my ass ... everything! Everything was just perfect, more
than I could ever dream of.

	I placed my hands on his head and ran my fingers through his dark
brown locks, taking time to brush them away from his forehead. I could see
his face better and watch what he was doing to me. Nightly, I had
visualized Uncle Webb on his knees, doing what Larry was doing. I could
never believe that, inside of 24 hours, I had had sex with three boys I'd
known nearly all my life without ever imagining that something like this
could happen between us.

	I had no idea what time it was or how long we had been there, but
the idea did occur to me that Ben and Eddie might be along soon for their
afternoon ritual and I sure as heck didn't want the two of them catching
Larry and me together...especially not like this! I made up my mind to
hurry up and reach an orgasm because time was a big factor now. But, the
more I thought about it, the more nervous I became and now matter how hard
I tried, I just could't ejaculate. Larry became aware of my difficulty as
he began probing deeper into my rectum with his finger, striking my
prostate with his finger on every stroke of his lips.  My balls ached from
filling up too much. I had to cum, but I just couldn't! Gosh, this was
becoming embarrassing.

	 The next minute, I froze and felt that my life was over when I
heard the two familiar voices behind me.

	"Go to it, Larry! Suck him harder!" Ben yelled.

	"Shoot, Jerry boy, fill his mouth full!" Eddie echoed.

	Gosh darn it! We had been caught! I couldn't look at Larry. I was
too humiliated. I couldn't imagine what Larry was thinking. But Larry
didn't stop what he was doing. He continued sucking me harder, trying to
get me off without paying a bit of attention to our intruders. Surely he
must've heard them, especially as Eddie and Ben came closer to continue
their chiding.

	"Work it, man! Chew on that meat!" Ben said directly to Larry, not
more than three feet away from him. "Yummy! Wait 'til you get a mouth full
of that stuff, Lar, Jerry's sweeter than cider!"

	I knew darned well that Larry had heard Ben now, but why wasn't
Larry stopping? Was he too embarrassed or angry?  I could see this scene
turning into a bloody battle. I kept waiting for Larry to spring up and
beat the crap out of all three of us. I figured the only way to stop this
was to fake an orgasm or cum for real, then it would be over and the fist
fight could begin. I took a deep breath and sighed, trying to relax. It
must've worked because the next thing that happened was me filling Larry's
mouth with the last drop of semen I could muster. Larry still didn't stop!
He swallowed my milk as fast as he could while Eddie and Ben were taunting,
"GO! GO! GO! Swallow it, Larry, all of it!"

	Larry finally released me from his mouth and finger, swallowed one
last time, opened his mouth with a huge sigh just like he'd downed a full
quart of beer, wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his sweater, looked up at
me and smiled from ear to ear,

	"Did you get it all?" Eddie asked Larry.

	"I think I did!" Larry replied. "It was better than you said."

	I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Was this all a
premeditated joke. Had Eddie and Ben told Larry about what we had done
together yesterday? When? How? Why? I was dying for some answers. I looked
down at Larry.

	"They told you about me...and them?" I asked.

	"Sure, last night." Larry replied. "Why do you think I lingered so
long in the shower, just to tempt you?"

	"You planned this?"

	"Part of it. You did most of it. I just strung you along and let
you do the leading."

	Ben and Eddie broke into hysterical laughter and Larry joined in
with them.

	"You guys are all friends?" I asked in amazement.

	"Sure. Do you think that a preacher's son and the county's two most
notarious troublemakers can't be friends?" Larry replied.

	"No, it's just that..."

	"I know. The three of us know what you were thinkin'. That's what
everyone thinks, but secretly, Ben and Eddie are really my two BEST
friends." Larry explained. "Why hell, they've been taking the blame for
things I've done for years. That's why the sheriff never could prove
anything on them. All the things they were accused of were actually my
doin's.  They just got blamed for them and thought it was funny when they
found out that it was me they were takin' the shit for."

	Once I had heard Grandpa mention that preachers' sons were the
meanest and got into more trouble than anyone. Now I knew Grandpa was
right.

	"Are you guys gonna stay while Eddie and me play around or are you
leavin'?" Ben said. "Watchin' you two had made me horny as hell."

	"Me, too," Eddie chimed in.

	"I don't know," Larry answered and then looked at me, "What do you
want to do, Jerry boy?"

	"The two of you could stay and we could make it a foursome. We've
never done that before." Eddie said.

	"You mean the three of you have...?" I almost got out before Larry
interrupted me.

	"Sure, Jerry. Ben, Eddie, and me having been going at each other
for a long time."

	This whole scenario was beyond belief. How could you know three
people all your life and never really know them?

	"I gotta find out something first." I said to Eddie and Ben. "Was
this some sorta plot that you hatched with Larry to see if I would tell
about the three of us?"

	"Nope," Ben replied. "He didn't tell though, did he, Larry?"

	"Not one word. He said it was his 'secret' and wouldn't tell me
names or nothin'," Larry answered.

	"I didn't think he would," Ben said. "Jerry was too afraid of being
caught hisself"

	"Hey," Eddie interjected, "are we or ain't we?"

	Eddie and Ben looked at Larry and then the three of them stared at
me.

	"It's up to you, Jerry Boy," Larry said, holding out his hand like
an invitation.

	It only took me a second to make up my mind as I stared back at the
three of them.

	"Sure! Why not?" I said.

	"I know it's kinda chilly," Eddie said, "but let's all take off our
clothes and get buck nekkid!"

	"Last one undressed has to suck the other three," Larry yelled as
he sat on the ground to remove his jeans which were already half off.

	Sweaters, jackets, shirts, jeans, socks, shoes, and underwear were
flying left and right as we hurled them hurriedly into a huge heap. Larry
lost the bet...on purpose, I think...because he was trying to get Eddie,
Ben, and me in his mouth all at the same time.

	For the next two hours, the four of us did everything imaginable
and then some. Each of us took turns fucking, sucking, licking, fingering
every part of each other's bodies. I think I came four or five more times,
as I lost count. It was the ONE afternoon I would never forget! After we
had finished and had spurted the last drop that anyone of us could summon,
we left, feeling satisfied... physically, yes, but we had created a bond
between us that would last for years to come. In spite of our differences,
we had become friends, buddies, brothers in a way that no one else in the
world would ever understand. I knew I would remember this day for the rest
of my life.

	Now I had to go home and face Webb and Rita and worry about how to
make amends with them and to think about what needed to be done about
harvesting Grandpa's corn. Somehow, some way, I had to find a way to keep
the farm going, whether Webb stayed there or not.  Gosh! If it was just me
and Webb...well, I'd have to work on that, too.

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(to be continued in Chapter Five)