Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 20:24:14 -0500
From: MS
Subject: Daddy's Little Boy Ch. 9 Gay/Incest

Daddy's Little Boy
Chapter Nine

(This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is
purely coincidental. This story contains sexual encounters between adults
and minors and gay incest; if this material is illegal in your area or this
material offends you please don't read any further. The author does not
condone or practice the behavior depicted by the characters, this is purely
a work of fiction. So read on, and keep the letters cummin'!)

   In June of 1976 at the age of fourteen Mason Smith took his first summer
job picking tomatoes for a local commercial farmer named Glenn
Morris. Morris owned over one hundred acres of good rich bottom land near
the banks of the Ohio River only a three mile bike ride from Mason's house.

   Mason was nervous the first day because he recognized a few guys from
school but by lunch he was more relaxed. He'd been afraid the other boys
would continue the taunting and hazing he received every day at school but
the work was too fast and hard for anyone to do more than pick their
allotted rows. By the end of the first week Mason was just another sun
tanned local boy picking with the best of them, it was nice to be an
anonymous face in the crowd rather than singled out as an outcast.

   He was still a little leery of the Mexican migrant workers with their
dark looks and quick Spanish, of which Mason knew only two words, Si and
Hola. Morris warned the local boys to stay away from them and let them do
their jobs. Some of the other boys said it was because the Mexicans would
rape you if they caught you alone because they traveled without
women. Mason wasn't so sure about that particular rumor but on his third
week he was about to find out.

   It was a typical Saturday starting at five a.m. when the ground was
still misty with dew and the sun was only a pearly glint in the fading
night sky. But as the sun rose the temperature soared making it one of the
hottest days of the season so far. The pickers were making more trips than
usual to the 'water wagon' a large flatbed pick up truck with several large
metal water urns ringing its bed.

   By the time the call for lunch break was shouted across the rows of
green plants Mason was too hot and tired to even think of eating. Instead
he headed across the green sea of tomato plants toward a stand of trees
that marked the riverbank. They were given an hour for lunch and Mason
thought that a quick dip in the river followed by a nap under a shade tree
would satisfy him more than the soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich
waiting for him on the lunch wagon.

   As Mason waded through the rows of plants he noticed that five of the
younger migrant workers were also heading in the same direction. He pushed
away a twinge of fear; over the past few weeks the Mexicans had never
bothered anyone, they stayed to themselves content to pick tomatoes at
lightening speed until it was time to quit. He waited watching where the
small group was headed then chose a place a little further away.

   He walked carefully through the tall grass that bordered the end of the
field looking for snakes then waded into the stand of trees. Sloping gently
down from the small rise was a natural sand beach with a large dead tree
laying parallel to the river's swirling water. As he moved down the slope
Mason removed his t-shirt and undid his jeans. Reaching the trunk of the
fallen tree he pulled off his sneakers, socks and jeans piling them on the
worn, smooth wood.

   Naked, Mason rushed toward the river, running until the water was thigh
high before diving head first into the cool water. Surfacing several feet
away he rolled onto his back and floated looking up into the pale blue sky
above.

   He couldn't have been in the water for more than a few minutes when he
heard voices nearby. Rather than trying to run ashore and struggle into his
clothes Mason chose to stay in the water and wait out the
intruders. Treading water a few yards from shore he saw four dark heads
moving along the spine of the rise above the river.

   He realized he'd made a mistake in not running for shore when he saw
four Mexicans trot down the slope of his beach. Mason treaded water and
prayed they would move on, instead the four young men began to disrobe. In
spite of his situation Mason felt his dick begin to swell beneath the water
as the muscular, dark-skinned men stripped a few yards away unaware he was
watching. He couldn't help but notice that all of the migrant workers were
uncut and even soft they all appeared to be well hung.

   Mason's private peepshow came to an abrupt end as the four men ran naked
and shouting into the water, the one in the lead suddenly stopped and
pointed directly at Mason. Busted! Mason smiled a weak smile and raised a
hand out of the water.

    "Hola," Mason said lamely waggling the fingers of his raised hand.

   The man in the lead turned his head and spoke rapid Spanish to his
companions.

   Mason had no idea what the man said but the others all broke into wide
smiles nodding vigorously.

   Turning back to Mason the lead man motioned for him to come closer.

   Shyly and a little nervous Mason waded in until he stood near the man in
waist deep water. Suddenly the others moved in and he found himself at the
center of a circle of four naked Latinos. He tried to keep his eyes from
traveling lower than the men's handsome faces but it was difficult since
they were naked and all had smooth hard bodies with thick uncut tools and
low hanging balls.

   The leader spoke again and the men moved in closer tightening the circle
around Mason.

   Any sexual excitement Mason had been enjoying fled as the men, all
taller than he was by several inches, moved in until they were only a foot
away standing shoulder to shoulder. He looked from one unsmiling face to
another and tried to read their intentions but their dark brown eyes
remained as expressionless as their faces. Now he was beginning to become
truly afraid.

   One of the men spoke and they all laughed flashing white teeth in the
bright sun.

   Mason jumped as something underwater brushed the back of his leg, then
something else skidded along his hip. Masons' heart began to pound when he
realized that the men were touching him underwater. Slowly at first then
more frequently like darting fish eight pairs of hands brushed his naked
flesh under the water. Slowly the brief fluttering touches turned into
lingering caresses sliding over his hips, his ass, between his legs, his
balls, his cock. Mason closed his eyes and sighed in sexual surrender to
the four men.

   Suddenly the afternoon became surreal and Mason could only measure
things by sights and sounds. Time passed in flashes of wet dark skin
flexing with muscles, a bicep, a chiseled pectoral crowned with a dark
nipple, rippled abdomens, black hair, dark eyes and a kaleidoscope of
dark-skinned, hooded cocks.

   Time returned to Mason as he stood in thigh high water bent at the waist
in front of two of the Latino men his face inches from their long, thick
erections. Behind him one stood at his hips with his dark hands spreading
Mason's ass as the fourth aimed his swollen cockhead toward the dripping
opening of his ass.

   As the man entered him from behind Mason moaned low in his throat and
gripping the two rods in front of him sucked the cockheads into his
mouth. The man behind Mason entered him slowly pushing his thick cock
deeper and deeper as Mason tried to force as much of the two cocks into his
mouth as he could. When the man behind him finally slid completely into him
the one holding Mason's cheeks apart began to slap them with hard open
handed blows.

   As the Latino fucking Mason's ass began to pound his thick cock in and
out with deep hard thrusts the second Latino continued to slap the white
flesh of Mason's ass; the sound of fleshing cracking against flesh echoed
across the waters. In front of Mason the two men took turns shoving their
cocks into his mouth. Filled at both ends Mason moaned and grunted around
his mouthful of cock, lost in a sensual nirvana.

   The first to climax was the man fucking Mason; the man began to
jackhammer his cock in and out of Mason's clenched ass then with a final
lunge that buried his root to the balls he began to cum. As the man behind
filled his ass with jizz Mason felt the man he was sucking suddenly
tense. Sensing the man was about to shoot Mason doubled his efforts sucking
on the thick veiny cock until it too began to spew hot sperm. He swallowed
the thick, tart tasting cum as it spurted onto his lips and tongue.


   Panting and grunting both men emptied their balls into the fair skinned
American boy with their dark heads thrown back and bodies tense, until
finally the wave of their climax crested. Shuddering and gasping for air
the two men withdrew their half erect cocks from Mason and made room for
their companions.

   Dizzy from pleasure Mason hungrily sucked the second man into his mouth
the minute the other withdrew. With the one man's cock buried so deep in
his mouth that his nose was crushed into the man's wiry pubic bush, Mason
felt the other shove his stiff cock into his cum-lubed ass not stopping
until he'd buried his cock completely. Filled from both ends at once Mason
sucked on the cock in his mouth and squeezed his ass muscles to massage the
thick slab of Latino cock in his ass.

   The man behind Mason took possession of the boy's ass by setting up a
brutal tempo of bone jarring thrusts that made the boy rise up on tiptoes
with each inward lunge. While in front of Mason the other Latino locked his
fingers behind the kid's neck and began to skull fuck the handsome
American. Humping his cock in and out of the boy's red lips he could feel
his cock sliding slickly through the cum of his friend who'd gone before
him.  Likewise the man fucking Mason could feel his cock gliding in and out
of the boy's ass greased by his previous friend's cum.

   Full but wanting more Mason gripped the man in front him by the hips and
deep throated him while at the same time shoving his ass backward and
impaling himself on the other Latino's big dick. His own cock was almost
painfully hard, throbbing and bobbing in the water between his legs as the
two Mexicans continued their dual fucking.

   This time it was the man in Mason's mouth who came first. Gripping
Mason's head even tighter the man shoved his cock so deep that his balls
were crushed under the boy's chin while his cockhead slammed to the back of
his throat. Holding Mason there he began to shoot his load spraying the
back of Mason's throat and coating the boy's tonsils with thick Latino
sperm.

   Seeing his friend grunting and straining as he came in the boy's mouth,
the one fucking Mason picked up his tempo and punching his cock in and out
of the boy's slick ass brought himself to climax. With one final lunge that
buried his cock to the balls he threw back his head and groaned as his cock
throbbed and pulsed throwing his hot spooge deep into Mason's bowels.

   Mason hovered on the edge of a dream as his mouth and ass were filled
with thick white Latino cum for the second time. Even after the men
withdrew and washed themselves in the river before wading to shore, Mason
crouched in the waist deep water his body humming with sexual tension. He
watched as the four men dressed speaking to one another in Spanish and
smiling at each other then back at him. One by one the migrant workers
disappeared over the rise leaving him alone once more in the lazy current
of the Ohio River.

   On shaky legs Mason waded to shore and sprawled spread eagled on to the
sun-warmed sand, with his face toward the sky he blissfully closed his
eyes. After only a few minutes the warmth of the sun and the murmur of the
river's water lulled him to sleep.

   Lying naked on the sun-dappled sand, beneath the boughs of trees that
sighed in the breeze, on the banks of the sparkling river, Mason began to
dream. In his dream he was with his Dad and his Dad was kissing him lightly
on the lips them moving down his throat trailing kisses as he went. His
Father's lips kissed their way down the center of his breastbone then
kissed each brown nipple in turn before moving on down the center of his
torso. As his Father's lips kissed lower and lower on his abdomen Mason
felt his cock slowly begin to swell. Mason sighed as his Father's lips and
nose nuzzled into the thicket of his pubic bush before kissing his way down
the length of Mason's growing sex. As his Father opened his mouth and took
the head of Mason's cock into his mouth Mason moaned and lifted his hips as
his cock surged and grew rigid.

   As his Father wrestled to swallow more of his cock Mason reached down
and touched the top of his Dad's hair. Suddenly things began to unravel as
Mason began to come awake, his groggy mind tangling reality with the
dream. Blinking Mason saw a dark head in his lap but it was too small to be
his Father's and in his dream the small stranger was sucking the head of
his cock with slow swirls of his tongue. Shaking his head slightly Mason
came fully awake and realized with a jolt that it was no longer a dream.

   Miguel was the ten-year-old son of one of the migrant workers traveling
from crop to crop with his Father. Mason had seen the child around because
everyone had been amazed that even at his young age he could pick faster
than the American boys who were all older. Miguel didn't pick all day; he
usually stopped at the lunch break, then either disappeared or ran back and
forth between his fellow migrant workers and the water truck bringing them
cups of ice water.

   Even as reality solidified around him Mason saw Miguel stand already
naked; his small, smooth body was golden brown and hairless except for the
thick smooth black hair on the boy's head, his tiny sex a small uncut tube
dangling between his dark legs.

   Before Mason could stop the boy, Miguel straddled Mason's waist and
reaching down to grip the base of Mason's hard cock the boy positioned his
ass over the swollen crown of Mason's thick eight-incher. Slowly he began
to lower his ass toward Mason's fat shaft lubricated with the boy's spit.

   Just as Mason opened his mouth to protest the boy squatted further and
Mason gasped in pleasure as his cockhead speared past the boy's small
sphincter into the incredibly tight, hot inner flesh of Miguel's ass.

   As the fat, flared head of Mason's cock punched past his entrance Miguel
threw back his head and let out a high-pitched cry of pain.

   Startled Mason reached for the boy but Miguel pushed his hands away and
taking a deep breath he began to lower his body, letting his weight sink
Mason's cock deeper into his ass. He was only able to take two or three
inches before the pain made him pause gasping for breath.

   "Stop!" Mason urged at the sight of the small boy's face twisted by
intense pain.

   Again Miguel ignored the older boy and huffing through his gritted,
bared teeth he relaxed his legs and let the weight of his body sink more of
Mason's thick cock deeper into his clenched ass. He stopped with four of
the eight inches inside him. Resting with his arms braced against his bent
legs, he let his head hang forward as he gulped air and tried to tolerate
the burning pain of Mason's thick cock as it invaded and forced his tight
tunnel to open wider and wider.

   Although Mason wanted Miguel to stop before he hurt himself he was
afraid to protest again because each time he did the boy only sank lower
onto his dick. He tried another tactic and reaching up he raised the boy's
face until their eyes met.

  "Stop it Miguel before you hurt yourself!" Mason said in his best
imitation of an angry adult. Miguel looked at Mason for a moment before he
smiled weakly and shook his head.

   Once more Miguel relaxed his legs and let his body weight sink him
further down the shaft of Mason's oversized prong. Gasping and panting he
didn't stop himself this time even though the pain was blinding, allowing
Mason's thick cock to force it's way deeper into his clenched hole.

   Mason watched fearing for Miguel even as the incredible sensations of
the boy's tight ass skidding down the length of his cock sent shivers of
sexual pleasure through every nerve in his rigid shaft. Even the sight was
incredibly hot watching as the grimacing child's small brown body sank
lower and lower onto his cock impaling himself with it.  His eyes glassy
with lust Mason gave in and watched mesmerized as his thick, veiny
cockshaft disappeared inside the boy's tiny ass an inch at a time.

   "Ahhhh!" Miguel screamed as his tiny asshole was forced to stretch wider
to receive the last thick inch of Mason's cock. As his body settled
completely onto Mason's crotch he felt the older boy's big balls press
against the cheeks of his ass as the hair of Mason's thick pubic bush
ground into the flesh behind his tiny acorn sized balls. With a low moan he
slumped forward letting his torso fall across the tight muscles of Mason's
abdomen.

   Torn between the pleasure of having his cock buried deep inside Miguel's
tiny ass and concern for the well being of Miguel as he lay sprawled across
his stomach, Mason tapped the boy lightly on the shoulder.

   "Hey Miguel, are you okay?" Mason asked. The boy turned his tanned face
to look up at him; Mason was worried by the dazed look in the young boy's
eyes, as if the boy couldn't focus them.

   Miguel sighed and nodded. Then pressing his hands against Mason's
stomach Miguel raised himself to a sitting position again. Once again
upright he smiled down at Mason's concerned face.

   Mason cupped the boy's cheek in his left hand, "You don't have to do
this."

  Miguel nodded fiercely, "Si! Si!"

  Before Mason could react the boy began to bounce up and down raising
himself up then letting his body drop down again, riding the shaft of his
hard cock like a bronco rider in the saddle. Mason tried to keep the
passion that was building under control, as the boy's tiny asshole tugged
and squeezed along the entire length of his dick on both Miguel's up and
down strokes. Mason had to bite his lower lip to control the urge to flip
the boy onto his back and fuck the hell out of him!

   As Miguel's ass grew accustomed to Mason's thickness and length he began
to rise higher and higher letting his body drop faster and faster spearing
more and more of Mason's cock up his ass as he did. A dazed look of
pleasure held his eyes half open and his mouth slack as he bounced higher
and higher on Mason's stiff prick. His Papa had taught him more than how to
pick tomatoes but even his Papa wasn't as big as this American boy! Still
he wanted more than anything to have the handsome young blond boy's big
dick inside him. The pain had subsided and now his slim body hummed with
sexual desire.

   Watching Miguel bouncing up and down more and more forcefully on his
cock Mason lost control as a red-hot sexual heat exploded inside
him. Rising into a sitting position Mason held onto Miguel keeping his cock
inside the boy as he maneuvered his legs beneath him. Then kissing Miguel's
tiny mouth he lowered the boy to the ground on his back keeping them joined
by his cock. Mason smiled down at the boy as he moved Miguel's thin legs
over his shoulders and positioned his own legs for better leverage.

   Miguel looked up into the handsome American's smiling face and smiled
back with a nod that it was okay to go ahead.

   Pulling his hips backward Mason withdrew only half of his cock from
Miguel's gripping hole before easing it back in, keeping a close look on
the boy's expression, he didn't want to hurt him. In fact he wanted just
the opposite, he wanted the boy to ride his big dick to the edge of
ecstasy.

   Miguel sighed as Mason began to slowly ease his cock in and out of his
ass. But after a few minutes he became impatient and reached back to pull
at Mason's ass urging him to go faster.

   Mason laughed, "You want it that bad huh?"

   Positioning his hands on either side of Miguel's thin torso Mason
stretched his legs out in a straight line so that now he was poised over
Miguel's curled body as if he were about to do push up exercises.

   "Hold on!" Mason warned before he began pounding his stiff dick in and
out of the boy's tiny asshole, fucking the boy now with his full
length. Mason used the full weight of his body to slam his cock in and out
of the Latino boy's ass, driving it in and out faster and faster.

   Miguel laid on his back with his legs over the American boy's wide
shoulders his ass in the air taking every inch of Mason's big eight-inch
cock. With each violent thrust Miguel moaned and tossed his head from side
to side on the hard packed sand, pulling at Mason's flexing ass urging
Mason to fuck him harder.

   Mason was piston-fucking Miguel's tight little hole, slamming it in
harder and harder as the boy moaned and thrashed beneath him. The Latino
child's ass was squirming, squeezing, and massaging the full length of his
cock! The soft, hot inner tissues caressed every inch of his bone-hard dick
driving him closer and closer to the edge.

   Not wanting to cum, but not willing to leave the hot clinging flesh of
Miguel's ass just yet, Mason let the boy's legs drop as he sat back on his
haunches pulling the boy with him. Keeping his cock buried inside the boy's
ass Mason slowly turned the boy around.

   "Aaaahh!" Miguel howled as Mason rotated him around, spinning him on his
long, rigid pole until he was resting on his hands and knees. His head hung
down as he gasped for air, Mason's maneuver had stretched and pulled his
ass in ways his Papa's dick never had.

   Mason knelt behind the boy waiting for him to recover, his eyes moved
over the boy's small back and he traced the ridges of his tiny backbone
with his fingers. Using both hands he caressed the Latino child's warm
brown skin, gliding over his shallow chest, down his tight, flat stomach
and down to his tiny hairless prick and acorn-sized balls.

   With a deep sigh Mason leaned over the boy's back and kissed the back of
his neck as the fingers of his right hand squeezed and jacked the small
child's prick, pulling the loose foreskin back until the bright nub of his
shiny cockhead peeped out then back over it again, Miguel moaned and Mason
smiled to himself. Still stroking Miguel's now hard little pecker Mason let
his other hand move between the boy's legs, back to where they were joined,
his fingers exploring the outer ring of Miguel's asshole where it stretched
tightly around the girth of his hard-on. He couldn't help but grind his
hips into the boy's tiny ass stirring his big cock deep inside Miguel's hot
hole. Again he was rewarded with a cry of pleasure from Miguel's lips.

   Miguel was used to the doggy position because this was the way his Papa
usually entered him, but his Papa never played with his nabo, jacking it
and making it hard the way the American boy was doing. He liked the feeling
a lot! To show how much he ground his ass backward and squeezed the
American's big cock tight between his butt cheeks, he liked the feeling of
that too!

   Taking his cue from Miguel's squirming ass Mason looked down the length
of his torso to where his thick cock split the boy's ass cheeks apart and
slowly began to withdraw. He watched amazed at how something as big as his
cock could fit into something so small as Miguel's tiny hole. Mason
withdrew until only the head of his cock remained just inside the boy's
pucker. Working up some saliva he leaned his head forward and let a long
blob of spit drop down onto the exposed shaft of his cock, he did this
several times until his cock and Miguel's stretched hole were wet and shiny
with spit.

   Miguel let out a low moan as he felt Mason's hot saliva splatter and run
slowly onto the sensitive tissue of his sphincter, lubing his ass for more
fucking. He loved how it felt to have Mason with his big American cock deep
inside him!

   Mason moved his hands up the boy's sides then drew them back down over
his small bony shoulders, down his back to his narrow waist and the swell
of his small round ass.  Squeezing the smooth flesh in his hands he plunged
his spit lubed shaft back into Miguel's tiny hole, shoving it deeper and
deeper until his hips smacked into the boy's ass and his balls bumped
against the boy's skinny thighs.

   "God, you feel so good!" Mason moaned as he stirred the length of his
cock around inside Miguel's squirming ass. Then withdrawing all but the
head he paused for a moment before ramming his cock back in completely, he
did this again and again moving with quicker and more powerful thrusts.

   Miguel's body swayed and bucked beneath Mason's rutting hips and driving
cock. He could feel his ass being stretched and pulled in this new position
and he moaned softly as the pleasant heat began to burn in his hairless
crotch. Above him Mason pounded on, plunging his cock in with such powerful
thrusts their bodies smacked together like clapping hands, the sound
echoing across the river and back.

   Gripping the boy's tiny waist Mason came up on one knee attacking
Miguel's asshole from a new angle.

   "Fuck, yes!" Mason gritted through his teeth watching his blue-veined
pole stabbing in and out of Miguel's quivering, golden ass.

   Miguel tossed his head and cried out partly in pain but mostly in
pleasure as Mason's blunt cock stabbed into him from a higher angel.

   "Si, chingar! Joder!" Miguel cried out in his native tongue, as his tiny
cock grew harder with each thrust from Mason's cock.

   Mason didn't understand what the boy was crying out but he could guess
and so he fucked harder and harder driving his rod into the boy's ass with
such force he nearly knocked the boy over. He knew he was close to cumming
because his balls pulled up tight on either side of his shaft, so he
piston-fucked his cock in and out of Miguel's ass a few times before he
slammed it all the way in and held it there.

   "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Mason grunted out each time he threw a streamer of
cum deep inside Miguel's clenching ass! Three, four, five, six, blasts of
cum! He could feel his cock coating the Latino kid's ass tunnel with thick
globs of his jizz! Quickly reaching beneath the boy's belly Mason grabbed
Miguel's five-inch boner and began jerking it.

   At first all Miguel could do was moan as he felt Mason's big cock
throbbing and pulsing in his ass as it squirted thick, hot loads of sperm
deep into his bowels. But then Mason began to jerk him off, moving his
fingers up and down the shaft of his nabo really fast. Then suddenly his
entire body tensed and it felt like his head was going to explode as for
the first time in his life hot spurts of jizz squirted from the tip of his
throbbing polla!

  "Oooohhh!" Miguel's moan trailed off as his orgasm passed leaving his
muscles twitching and his head swimming.

   Mason's breathing slowly returned to normal and he gently pulled his
softening dick from Miguel's well-fucked hole. He winced and shuddered as
the sensitive tip of his cockhead squeezed free of Miguel's tiny ass ring
leaving a thin trail of cum dripping from the tiny pink pucker.

   Scooping Miguel up into his arms Mason carried him into the river and
placing him gently down on the sandy bottom he began to rinse the boy's
brown body. Miguel leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips and
Mason smiled.

   When they had finished cleaning up and had dressed again the two climbed
the rise back toward the tomato fields. While they were still in the screen
of trees Mason pulled the small boy to him in a tight hug and pressed his
mouth to the boy's until Miguel opened his mouth to him. After long moments
Mason broke the kiss and they each went to their allotted fields.

   An hour later as Mason worked in the heat of the baking sun he heard the
water truck rumbling up from behind. He stood up from his bent picking
position, wiped the sweat from his forehead and waited. When the rusty
truck rattled to a noisy, fuming halt nearby he stepped over the rows of
plants to the rear of the truck where the water urns stood, their metal
skins sweating in the heat.

   The driver of the truck had the radio blaring so loud Mason had to shout
when he was through just to be heard. Watching the truck roll away kicking
up spumes of dust Mason heard the strains of a song trailing from the
truck's radio, the Bellamy Brothers singing 'Let Your Love Flow."

   With a sudden twinge of guilt Mason thought of his Dad. He was beginning
to see that no matter how incredible a sexual experience may be those
feelings burned fast and strong but then quickly died. He knew only one
person could fill the hollow place at the bottom of his heart, his Father.

   Standing in the center of the field he suddenly felt very, very alone
and he could almost hear hopelessness whispering his name in the rise and
fall of the cicadas call. With a violent shake of his head Mason drove
those thoughts and feelings away. He was determined not to get down because
he knew in his heart that somehow, some way, he would be with his Father
again and nothing on earth, or in heaven could stop him!

   Stooping to pick tomatoes Mason began to sing softly, "Let your love fly
like a bird on the wing, and let your love bind you to all living things,"
in the background the cicadas called to one another, their desperate cries
rising and falling on the warm summer air.

To Be Continued.

(Lyrics to 'Let Your Love Flow' are copyrights of MCA Records Inc. 1976. No
copyright infringement is implied or intended.)