Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2011 18:48:03 -0600
From: Leon Hall <leon@hallmountain.com>
Subject: daddy and me chapter 2

Later on that summer my mother decided we were going to visit her brother
Bill in Chelan, Washington. He worked for the BB apple orchards. She
thought it was a good idea that I do a little bit of work the summer. Uncle
Bill told her I could help him by thinning some apple trees. So off we
went.

When we finally arrived it was almost 9 o'clock in the evening. I couldn't
believe the sun was still out. Apparently the further north you go the
longer the day last. Uncle Bill and Aunt Lois met us at the car. Mom and
Uncle Bill hugged and dad and he shook Dad's hands. Uncle Bill was a tall
thin man, most of the men in my mom's family were. Even Mom was taller than
normal for a woman. Uncle Bill was 6'8" at somewhere around 220 pounds. His
hair was blondish red. He also hosted a full face of freckles. Aunt Lois,
on the other hand, was short. No, I mean really short. When she stood next
Uncle Bill the top of her head was just above his belt line. She couldn't
have weighed more than 75 or 80 pounds. I can still remember when they
visited us and West Covina. Aunt Lois was complaining about something and
Uncle Bill picked her up and sat her on top of the refrigerator. Boy that
pissed her off.

"My Lord boy, have you grown". Uncle Bill said as he gave me a hug,
squashing my face against his chest. After everybody was finished saying
hello aunt Lois said we should come in to the house and have some iced
tea. We had a light meal, bologna sandwiches, because we had just had
dinner on the road. The girls stayed one of the guest rooms while us boys
bunked on the furniture in the living room. It was a small house rule
Washington surrounded on three sides by forest and a few of Lake
Chalan. Lake Chalan was huge.  You can stand next to it and see the blue
sky and an outline of snow on the mountains. As warm as it was, about 70°,
it was hard for me to imagine snow on the mountains.

Next morning we awoke to the smell of ham and bacon cooking on the stove. I
slept on the couch. When I opened my eyes I could see Aunt Lois standing
next to the stove. She had on one of those grandma type dresses and an
apron. We were not really settled in so I slept in my clothes. I got up and
walk toward the kitchen. There was nothing separating the kitchen from the
living room. "That really smells good Aunt Lois".

"Well, let's see if it tastes as good as it smells. how many eggs do you
want?"

"Can I have three?"

"You sure can. How do you want them hooked?"

"Could you just make sure the whites are done?"

"You bet I will. The milk and orange juice is in refrigerator, help
yourself."

I grabbed the orange shoes out of the refrigerator and walked over to the
kitchen counter where the glasses were sitting. I really like a cold number
hundred doses spellcheck and glass of orange juice in the morning. Some
people don't like the pulp but I think it feels good squishing around my
mouth. My dad was next one to get up. I mean everybody was awake but nobody
was moving. He came from the hallway squinting and scratching his head.

"Is it just the three of us this morning? I know they're alive I can hear
them breathing." With that, the other boy sprang to their feet, all running
to the bathroom at the same time.

"Hey, you guys be careful and no pushing." Finally, mom and the girls
joined the rest of us. It wasn't a big table but we did manage to all
fit. I could see out of the front window from where I was sitting. The sun
was bright and the lake was clear as a bell.

"I can't believe we slept as late." I said after taking a drink of orange
juice.

"Late, it's 5:30 AM."

"Is it always this sunny so early in the morning?" My sister Jane asked.

"Yep, sun comes up early and goes down late around these parts."

We finished breakfast and start to get our stuff together. "You girls give
Aunt Lois hand with the dishes, you hear me?"

"Okay mom." They all said at one time.

I walked out stood on the front porch. I put my hands in front of me start
clean on the railing. My dad came out and stood next to me. He put his hand
around my neck and cheek and gave me a gentle hug.

"You know, you and I could have a lot of fun around here if we ever got
away from everybody else."

"Oh yeah, anything special in mine?" I said in a jokingly sarcastic
voice. "I thought I was supposed to be picking apples or something like
that."

"You will. Your mom is set on busting your ass in the apple orchards. I
don't know what you did to piss her off." Uncle Bill came out of the house.

"Well boy, time you and me to work." With that, I followed him out and
climbed into an old pickup truck. I don't know exactly how old it was but
the windshield was divided into two sections. I know they stopped doing
that a long time ago.

That day I thinned apples off of trees until my hands were raw. Uncle Bill
said we stopped work at sundown. It was a 7:45 and the sun was still
bright. Standing on that ladder in the orchard I felt like I was the only
person around. Finally, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind
me. I turned around and saw two boys walking up between the trees. They
were obviously teenagers. They both had blonde hair that went down past
their ears.  They were walking with both hands inside the bib of their
coveralls. Only one of them was swearing shoes. The other was barefoot.

"Hey, my name is Billy. This is my brother John." The one with shoes
said. They both had good bodies with obvious tans. Billy was wearing a
grayish pair of overalls which looked faded. He wasn't wearing a
shirt. >From the looks of it I knew he worked out because he was really
buff. His face was cleared and he had blue eyes. John was a little shorter
not quite as well built. He had a white T-shirt on under the
coveralls. There was a hold over the right knee.

"Hi, I'm Leon. But Uncle Bill lives here and works in these orchards. I'm
supposed to help him a little bit this summer. But I can tell you right now
this really sucks."

John said, "We know Bill and Lois and working the apple trees is not the
only things that suck around here."

I wasn't really sure what he meant by that. But it didn't seem to be said
in a nasty, mean way. We talked for a while as I stood on the letter
pulling apples from the tree. It was almost noon and getting pretty hot. I
heard the sound of &Uncle Bill's truck. When he stopped the truck he got
out carrying a brown lunch bag.

"Well, I guess I got to feed you." He said, laughing at the same time.

"Hey Billy, hey John, how's your dad and mom?"

"Oh, they're okay. Mom is about done with her cold and Dads knees are still
giving him trouble." Billy said.

"Well, tell them both hello for me." Uncle Bill said as he drove off. I
climbed down off the ladder and opened the bag. I pulled out of Apple and
bologna sandwich.

"Shit, I hate eating bologna sandwiches.

"We have some nice tube steaks you can eat." Billy chuckled. I couldn't
help but notice the bulge they both had at the crotches. John's fly was not
buttoned and I saw the outline of his hard cock. It looked really thick. I
could tell John was stroking his cock by the way his hands were moving
inside the is overalls. I didn't know what to say. I was dumbfounded.

"There's an old shed over there near the tree line. You want to eat your
lunch there?" Billy asked.

"I don't know. What else is over there?"

"Don't worry. It'll be fun". Billy said as he turned and started walking
toward the shed. I couldn't tell if these guys really serious. I wasn't
sure if I should go with them. I stood there by the letter, watching, as
they disappear into the shed. Then I figured, "what the hell. Nothing bad
can really happen in broad daylight. They're not going to beat me up or
anything like that"

I start to walk towards the old shed. It was old dilapidated missing part
of its roof. The wood slats door was just barely hanging on the
hinges. Look like the glass in the windows have been broken out long time
ago. I approached the door and opened it. My jaw dropped to the floor. They
were both naked and John was sitting on a milk stool feeding his cock into
Billy's mouth. He held the back of his head with both hands. He pushed his
head down onto his cock. His head was tilted back, eyes closed and mouth
open.

" I'm not going to eat all of this. Do you want some?" Billy asked as he
took his mouth away from John's meet. My cock really sprung to
attention. The bulge in my jeans made it hard to hide.

"See Billy, I told you he was a cock hound."

"Yeah John, you can pick them. You want some of this, faggot boy?"

I didn't say anything. I walked over to where the boys were and stared at
both of their cocks. Billy reached up and grabbed my waistband, pulling me
close to him. "Holy shit, what if someone comes in?"

Billy told me nobody ever comes in that place because their afraid it's
going to fall down around them. "Why don't you wrap those lips around my
baby brothers meet?" He said as he undid my waistband. My jeans fell to the
floor. My cock was sticking straight out because I wasn't wearing
underwear. I had pre-cum dripping off the head of my cock. Johnny reached
over and white the head of my cock with his finger. He stuck his finger in
his mouth tasted my juice. Without any further invitation I moved close and
get on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I hate to admit it but I
love this. He put his hand behind my head and pressed my head down to pubic
hairs. This time, having a cock deep in my throat didn't scare me. When I
came up for air all I could do was look into his face and smile.

Billy lifted me up by the waist. There I was standing on my feet bending
over and sucking the cock of a boy I just met. Billy moved close behind me
and I could feel the head of his uncut cock against my ass.

" Let's see how tight this little faggot's ass is." And with that he plowed
that 7 inch cock deep in my ass. It felt like he was ripping me apart. I
couldn't scream because I had a cock down my throat. He didn't move. He
just stood still to allow my ass to get used to his meet. When I started to
softly moan he began working his cock in and out of my ass. I began
stroking my own cock. What a picture. Cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass
and me stroking my meet. It was a real Kodak moment. John began to moan and
his cock stiffened even more. I could feel his uncut head begin to expand
and throb.

"Holy fuck, here comes lunch." He said as he began depositing load after
load down my throat and into my mouth. This time I made sure I didn't lose
a drop. With everything I had in me I began swallowing over and over. This
sent Billy over the edge and he started pumping his juice into my ass. I
could feel the warmth sensation of his seed filling my ass. I started
shooting my load onto John's chest. Load after load. Exhausted, Billy
pulled out and slumped over a bale of hay. I cleaned John's cock with my
mouth. I moved down and licked my juice off of his chest. The three of us
just sat there saying nothing.

I heard the horn of the pickup truck honking. I scrambled to get my jeans
back on. Billy and John didn't scramble they just slowly got up and got
dressed. It appeared to be just another walk in the park for. I ran out of
the shed towards my uncle struck.

"Where the fuck you been boy?" He sounded pretty annoyed.

"I was just over there with the brothers uncle Bob. I'm sorry; I know I
should have been working."

"Oh, who really gives a shit about the work? If it was up to me I would
just let you play and mess around and enjoy your summer. But it looks like
your mother wants me to stick it to you."

Billy and John came out from the trees. Bob could see what was obviously
cum near the fly up John's overalls. The excess juice on his chest must've
got on the fly. I can't believe I missed that.

"It looks like your mother is not the only person wanting to stick it to
you." With that he just smiled and shook his head. He climbed back into his
truck and drove off. He appeared to be laughing as he drove off. I gave a
sigh relief and sat down on the first death of the latter. It looks like
this is going to be a very interesting summer.