Date: Tue, 08 May 2001 17:08:11 -0400
From: Ritch Christopher <ballmusic69@hotmail.com>
Subject: GayMale/Incest/just-beyond-that-hill-15

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	To me, the greatest creations that God gave to man was his five senses. And
nowhere else on earth could these five senses be used to their worth than on
a farm in Tennessee at dusk, just before nightfall. The colors of the sky
are more vivid than the Aurora Borealis up north. For here, the sky changes
from bright blue to a shade of deep purple before it finally gives up and
turns black to paint a background for the millions of stars and the big
golden crescent moon. On the horizon, as the sun sets just beyond that hill,
there is a streak of yellow just above the bright red that outlines the far
ridge. The yellow reaches upward to touch the blue, thus forming a glimmer
of green where the two colors meet. The clouds overhead are white changing
to blackish blue as they float downward into the sunset.  The first thing
you feel is just a faint whisper of a breeze carrying the aroma of gardenias
mixed with orange or apple blossoms and occasionally a hint of jasmine.
There is no sweeter fragrance known to man. It's enough to make you want to
have an orgasm with your nostrils.  The same thing can be said about the
sounds at night. The katydids sirens fade as the crickets chirping drowns
them out. You can almost pick out the four part harmony as the frogs
sing...from the bass of the bullfrog to the soprano of the tree toad. What
about the tastes of evening?  Nothing is as refreshing as a cold pail of
wellwater after you've just eaten a big slice of watermelon straight off the
vine, or a freshly picked peach right off the tree. The last sensuality is
touch. I've already mentioned the touch of the breeze, but even cooler was
lying down on the ground and feel the earth cooling beneath you as the sun
goes down.  The smell of grass, the taste of honeysuckle,  the stillness of
the night, the dampness of the earth as it prepares to ejaculate the morning
dew, and finally the vast night sky that proves how insignificant we are in
the universe. A farm changes its personality at different times of the day.
My favorite time was always eventide when the sun was just going down over
that hill and you could feel the first breeze you'd longed for all day and
that's where I am right now, at my own little farm in Bradley County,
Tennessee.

	My daily chores are finished and the nightly ones are about to begin. It's
good to stop in between the two to take notice of your blessings and be
aware of your shortcomings.  I was never the religious believer that my
momma wanted me to be. I'll never be as sure of my place in heaven as she
was of hers, but before I die and see if I'm gonna be disappointed, I'll
take time out to thank the good Lord for what I have now. I am blessed to
have Eddie and Little Hal. I thank God for sending me Cory for he's a
blessing if ever there was one. I guess I'm glad I had the momma and dad
that I was born with. I'm sorry my time with Big Hal was cut so short and
I'm sorry for the way things turned out with Marie, but, heck, everything in
life can't be perfect!

	Shit! I could rattle on all day, the way Momma could, but I'd better not.
I've got work to do!

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	I could see mixed emotions in Eddie's face when I told him about Clay,
Webb, and Timmy. He knew I needed help with the farm. All the crops had to
be worked to yield a good crop come harvest time. But at the same time I
could see the underlying suspicion in his eyes that I might have an ulterior
motive for three young studs. Eddie and I were far past the stage of getting
jealous every time we encountered someone whom we might find attractive. I
had travelled across the country and seen what was on the other side of the
hill and now I was back home with my own family and I was determined to make
a go of the farm. I owed that much to Dad and Momma. I couldn't be sure if
Big Hal would have stayed if he'd come home from Korea. He knew the farm
would've been split up three ways. Only God knows what Marie would've done
with her share. Hal would've given his third to me...but now, it was all
mine...my responsibility. It's a good thing I left for California when I
did, for I didn't see another trip in my future for a long time to come.

	The prospect of having three unattached, healthy, young male specimens
piqued Cory's interest. He envisioned them coming home after a long day of
hoeing in need of a good deep massage. He kept his fingers nimble by
squeezing two palm-size rubber balls, not to mention the two he practiced on
encased inside Eddie's scrotum pouch. Speaking from personal experience I
knew he had a  talent for knowing just how much pressure to apply in being
gentle and at the same time achieving the correct therapeutic effect.

	"So all three of them are going to live in the barn?"  Eddie asked.

	"Well, I'm hoping by the time we fix it up with paint and furniture, it
won't be a barn anymore."

	"Do you think they can be trusted, Judd?" Cory asked, "They're not
delinquents, are they?"

	"Just truants...same as me when I was their age. I used to skip school and
go fishing, and old man Ridgeway, the truant officer, never did catch me." I
replied, then added, "No, I think if they'd had any reputation of being
delinquents, the Buchanan Home would've thrown 'em out, long ago...How'd you
guys make out while I was busy rounding up hired help?"

	"Not bad." Eddie said.

	"Aw, he's understating his progress, Judd." Cory interrupted. "Another
couple of weeks he'll be ready to walk down the road to the mailbox without
assistance."

	"You're not trying to put yourself out of a job, are you, Cory?...Where do
you plan on going?" I asked.

	"Nowhere. I guess, but there won't be much need for me to hang around. You
and Eddie need to get on with your life together."

	"If you don't mind pulling your belt up another notch when you get hungry,
we'd love for you to stay on here with us. There's always plenty of things
to do around a farm, especially when we don't have a woman around to do the
indoor farmwork." I said.

	"I would love to stay on, but I'm afraid I'd feel like a fifth wheel,
interfering with you and Eddie."

	"Eddie's not going to be strong enough just yet to keep things going inside
the house without help...I mean, we'll have three more mouths to cook for.
They'll be out in the fields with me. They might want to pay someone out of
their wages to do their washing, ironing, and cleaning. They can't afford
much, but at least it'll be something. It won't put a dent in my expenses to
keep on paying you what you're getting now. You're already in my budget."

	"Come on, Cory, think about it!" Eddie chimed in. "You know you love being
around the two of us, and we love havin' you here."

	"Yeah, but I'm not telling tales out of school when I say to both of you,
I've been busy with 'other' matters with both of you...like bedroom
activities. How's my being here going to affect that?"

	"Cory, there's not a jealous bone in either Eddie's or my body. If we want
a change of pace from each other, and that change just happens to involve
you, then so what?" I replied.

	"I'll tell you what. Some time in the next day or two, when I'm not around,
the two of you talk it over and see if you both agree that I wouldn't be in
the way."

	"OK, but I think both of our minds are already made up. Don't you think so,
Eddie?"

	"Mine is." Eddie answered.

	"And so is mine...So, there..."

	"All right, I'll stay...but the very minute either of you want me to leave,
just say the word, and I'll be gone."

	"Fair enough!...Now, what's for supper?"

	"How does a sweet potato pie sound for dessert?" Cory asked, smiling.

	"Sounds like Momma's back home." I said. "I think I'll go in and see if
Little Hal needs changing."

       We filled our bellies with fried turnip greens, stewed tomatoes,
boiled okra, fresh lima beans, hog jowl, cornbread and all kinds of fancy
doodads Cory had carved out of hot radishes, cucumbers and onions. It was a
toss-up among the three of us as to which felt better, to burp or fart.
Either way felt good. We didn't bother to wash the pots and pans or the
dishes. We just piled them in the sink and covered them with cold soapy
water to soak overnight.

	This was a pretty good night for radio programs. Eddie wanted to listen to
"Gangbusters", followed by "Mr, and Mrs. North." My favorite came on at ten,
"Lux presents Hollywood". Tonight's episode was gonna be kinda like a soap
opera. Susan Hayward was going to recreate the role she played in "With a
Song in My Heart". I knew from seeing the movie that Cory would like the
songs. By 10:45 the three of us were enraptured with the story of Jane
Froman and her battle to walk again, just like Eddie. By the time the last
song was being sung, we all were bawling like old women at a wake. In
between commercials, Cory had popped some corn I had dried in the kitchen
and popcorn on top of turnip greens created enough gas to blow up half of
the county.  Tonight, there would be no problem about who would sleep with
whom. It was rather, who was lucky enough to sleep by himself. It had never
happened to me, but I'd often wondered what I would do if I was busy giving
someone a blowjob and the other person accidentally blapped my face with a
huge fart in my face. I think it would've been more embarrassing if I had
been the blapper. Any rate, tonight, there would be NO oral sex by or for
anyone. At the same time, it's pretty risky to attempt anal sex. You could
get your pecker blown off. That's why the good Lord put hands on the end of
Adam's arms, just in case Eve had eaten some raw turnips.  Tonight it would
be hand jobs all around, so the three of us slept in the same bed with
Little Hal across the room in his crib. By 2:00 AM we woke each other up,
laughing from our anal sounds. Actually it sounded more like a herd of
elephants tuning up their trumpets.  The alarm clock seemed to go off much
earlier the next morning.


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	Shortly after school had let out for the day, down the long road to the
farm came Clay, Webb, and Timmy. From a distance they looked like a movie
poster for Claudette Colbert in "Three Came Home", but maybe it was just my
imagination, always trying to link people to movie stars and situations to
movie scenes. I had done that with everybody I'd ever met in my life.

	The three of them seemed less excited than they were yesterday about moving
into the barn and working for room and board, but, heck, they didn't have
too many options after graduation. They had to vacate the home for boys
because they had reached the age of eighteen. They had no relatives or
friends to take them in. God knows, they had no money. Looking at their
situation from my vantage point, they could either come live with me and
work the farm or they could always join the armed forces or wait to be
drafted. And with the war still raging in Korea, that idea was the last
resort. So their choice narrowed down to manure or M1 rifles...not much of a
choice, really. But at least on the farm they'd have their freedom and share
each other's company.

	"When you said work for room and board, just how much work were you talking
about?" Clay was the first to ask.

	"A lot," I answered."but it doesn't all have to be done in one day. There's
three of you, plus me, and we'll have to do some hoeing and weeding until
things are ready to pick. The farm is big but not huge. All in all, I guess
there's a little over 1,000 acres."

	"And they've all got somethin' planted on 'em?" Timmy asked, wide-eyed.
"What kind of things?"

	"Well, lots of things like fresh vegetables we can pick and drive them down
to the curb market and sell them on the weekend. Of course, if you get 'em
all sold, you can stay and see a movie or go to a restaurant or something.
That'a like having a short vacation every week. It's a lot of hard work, but
there's still room to have some good times."

	"What's the hardest vegetable you have to harvest?" Webb asked.

	"Probably digging pototoes. Most everything else you can pick off a bush or
a stalk. Pulling corn ears is not too much fun. You have to wear long sleeve
shirts or the leaves on the corn stalks will cut you and you get that itchy
sap on your skin and it'll nearly drive you crazy until you take a bath." I
said as I continued my speil.

	"Who was gonna do all this work, if you hadn't asked us to help?" Clay
inquired.

	"I guess, I'd've had to do it all by myself," I answered.

	"Shit, man! You couldn't do all that by yourself,"

	"That's why I need you guys. You think you could see your way into helping
me?"

	"Where's the barn you want us to live in?" Webb asked.

	"Come on and I'll show it to you."

	"It better not smell like cow shit!" Webb rebutted.

	"It doesn't. I keep the cows in another shed. The place you guys will be
staying in was used mostly for storing hay and feed for the animals. Have
any of you ever gathered eggs?"

	"I have." Timmy replied. "Ain't nothin' to it once the hen gets off the
nest. You have to watch out for the roosters, though, they'll come a runnin'
at you. I got pecked bad by one of 'em when I was just a kid. That's when I
was livin' with my aunt. She couldn't get the damned thing off me and she
picked up a broom and swung at the rooster and knocked his head clean off
its body. Then you should have seen that thing flop all over the yard with
no head. That thing flopped around about twenty minutes before it stopped
dead in its tracks. I never knew somethin' could live that long with no
head."

	I laughed at him because I knew what he said was true.

	I showed them the barn and gave them a rough idea how we could fix it up
with beds and furniture. The more I talked, the more they seemed convinced
that it would be nice just to have a place of their own so they could do
what they liked at day's end.

	"Well, what do you think?" I asked the three of them.

	"I guess we could try it for a while," Webb said. The other two nodded
their heads in agreement with him.

	"Good, Then it's settled. We can start working on the barn tomorrow after
school. If we work every afternoon and all day Saturday, we should be
through."

	The idea seemed to please them.

	"Now, do you think you could stay for supper or do you have to get back to
the home?"

	"We could call and I guess they'd let us stay to eat." Clay replied,

	"Fine. I want you to meet the rest of my family...well, not exactly my
family. but they're close enough. I live with my brother-in-law and his
baby. We have a friend who's been acting like my brother-in-law's nurse
while he recuperates from a back injury." I didn't see the need in telling
them about Marie and Eddie's gun shot wound. "I think the lot of us should
get to know one another better if we're gonna be living together. I hope you
guys like fresh vegetables, because that's what we have most every night,
with fried chicken or pork chops."

	"Sounds good to me." said Clay. "We get new food at the home about twice a
week. The other nights they take the food left over from the night before
and mix it together and call it stew or goulash.  Sometimes we don't even
know what we're eating, it's been mixed together so much."

	"You said you lived with your brother-in-law and his baby. Where's his wife
or the kid's mother?" Webb asked.

	"She was my sister. She died a few weeks ago."

	"That's too bad." Webb replied. "It's lucky for the baby, it's still got
you and his daddy; otherwise, he might be livin' at Buchanan's like us."

	"The baby's name is Hal. He was named after my brother, Hal, who was killed
in Korea. When my sister died, I sorta assumed the role of a second parent,
and Eddie, my brother-in-law, and I refer to Little Hal as 'our' son."

	"That's good that the kid has two parents." Timmy said, smiling pleasantly
like he'd just heard a bedtime story.

	"Come on up to the house. I want to introduce everybody to each other." I
urged.

	Even though I had told Cory that I was not jealous of Eddie's bedroom
jaunts between the two of them, I had an ulterior motive in introducing the
boys to him, Perhaps it was to ease my guilty conscience from my
indiscretions at the pond yesterday, but I was anxious to see if Eddie would
look at them in the same way that I had. A selfish side of me popped out. I
didn't want the saying, "what's sauce for the goose..." to apply in Eddie's
case. The main difference was that Cory was like part of the family and
these new kids weren't. So I made a point of watching Eddie's eyes and the
expression on his face as I brought the boys into the kitchen.

	Eddie was sitting at the head of the table feeding a bottle of warm milk to
Little Hal, nestled in the crook of his arm. Cory was bent over the wooden
stove stirring the contents of nine pots he was trying to cook on only four
eyes on the stovetop. The kitchen air reeked with aromas of hot vegetables
and a pan full of biscuits in the oven.

	"Eddie,...Cory,...I want you to meet Webb, Clay, and Timmy. I just showed
them the barn and they've decided to come live with us for a while and help
out with the crops. They'll be moving in when school lets out in about a
week and a half."

	Everyone said their "hi's" and shook hands all around. The look on Eddie's
face was no more than cordial. I saw no attraction, whatsoever, to any of
the three new members of the household. I knew Cory must've expected to stay
for supper because of the amount of food he had cooked for supper. Heck,
when you grow your own food, it doesn't cost any more to feed six than it
does for three.

	Clay, Webb, and Timmy might have only been eighteen years old, but they ate
like growing boys with hearty appetites. They kept dishing out seconds and
thirds until they scraped the bottom of the bowls. I wondered how little
they were given to eat at Buchanan's home, because if all the boys there ate
like these three, the place would soon shut be down by bankruptcy.

	Before we ate, I called Buchanan's to tell them the boys were staying for
supper. Miss Dolores Lacey anwered the phone. She was a friend of Momma's
and had worked at Buchanan's for years, ever since her boyfriend was killed
in Italy during World War II. She had pined and grieved over the loss of the
first and only man in her life and had substituted him by working with over
a hundred boys at the Home. It had been rumored among the guys at my high
school that Old Lady Lacy would actually get in the showers with the
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen year old boys and wash their backs
or any other parts she thought needed to be clean.  No one ever proved that
the story was true, but I wanted to be sure and ask Webb about it...but only
AFTER he'd moved out of the shelter. I guess even old maids have to find a
way to get their jollies. I'm sure the boys didn't mind.

	By 7:30 I had loaded up my three guests in my truck and drove them back to
their "dormitory". They were still bragging about Cory's cooking and were
looking forward to more of the same. I thought if home cooked meals was what
it took to keep them happy, we'd have plenty to eat all three meals.

	The next day, I worked on the pole beans, driving stakes into the ground
and tying up the draping plants with henna rope. By mid-afternoon, I had
rows and rows of wooden stobs. It reminded me of the National Cemetary in
Chattanooga where all the markers looked the same. I wiped my forehead and
gave a huge sigh of satisfaction at my accomplishment and hurried back to
meet the boys who were due to commence work on their new abode. They were
right on time and for the next three hours we measured, hammered, and sawed
until we had cordoned off the area they were to live in, with three walls
and door frames. I figured they all must have taken shop in junior high
because they all three were adept with building tools.

	I noticed, as the four of us worked, that Clay and Webb kept handing tools,
nails, and various implements to Timmy as if the two of them were competing
for his attention. Timmy looked younger than they, and bordered on  being
the slightest bit effeminate. I wondered, while they were alone, (which
wasn't very often),if Timmy assumed the role of the 'girl' in their lives.
That might explain why he was the object of their attention.

	We ran a hose from the faucet outside to a hook inside where the bathroom
was built. I attached a screw-on showerhead I'd bought at Agnew Hardware
Store. The water drained into a small trench we'd dug for the pipes and
exited under the walls toward the septic tank pit. So, even though the water
was ice cold, at least they had a temporary shower. I brought three of
Momma's big terri-towels from the house and a bar of Ivory soap, so that
they could clean up for supper before their nightly return to the Home.

	Around six, quitting time, they decided to bathe and began removing their
"work" clothes while I went outside the barn to turn on the faucet to give
them "running" water from their new showerhead.  I heard the three of them
squeal as the cold water splashed on their naked backs. There was only
enough water pressure for one person, but they had managed to all squeeze
together to share the wet.

	I went back in the barn to watch them frolic under the flimsy spray. They
reminded me "The East Side Kids" with Leo Gorcey and Huntz Hall, where
police would open the spillway on a fire hydrant and let the children cool
off on the hot streets of New York. I noticed it didn't take long for my
"Dead End Kids" to get their familiar erections as they rubbed their bodies
against one another.

	Clay saw me as I observed them and hollered. "Hey, Judd, you don't mind if
we 'get off' before dinner, do you?  We don't get much privacy at the Home."

	"No, go right ahead and enjoy yourselves. You've worked hard and it's time
for you to play." I said.

	"Hey, Judd!", Webb yelled, "Wanna join us?"

	"No, thanks. I'll just watch if you don't mind."

	"Hell, no!  We'll even put on a show for you." Webb replied.

	I was amused to see three six foot bodies, that weighed around 160 pounds
each, toting three giant erections, trying to crowd under a weak sprinkling
shower.  No one was totally wet. As I stood there looking from the door,
Cory came over from the house to tell us supper was almost done.

	"What's goin' on?" Cory asked.

	"Wanna see?" I replied. I opened the door a little wider so that Cory could
get a clear unobstructed view of the live male nudie show. I thought Cory's
eyes would bulge out of their sockets.

	"Would you believe that?" Cory exclaimed, just loud enough that only I
could hear him.

	"See anything that appeals to you?" I kidded him.

	"Do I have to pick just ONE?"  He asked. "I'd have to get a taste of all
three before I could make a decision."

	"They just asked me if I wanted to join them."

	"And you DIDN'T?...Judd, you can be such a wimp sometimes. Heck, if they'd
asked me I'd been right in the middle soaping up all three of them."

	"Want me to see if I can get you an invite?"

	"Oh, no, Judd I'd be too embarrassed. I hardly even know them." Cory
blushed.

	"NOW, who's being a wimp?" I asked accusingly, but smiling.

	"They ARE a sight to behold! Shit, I can get hard just looking at them."

	"Sure beats listening to the radio, doesn't it?"

	By this time, our 'entertainers' were involved in a wide variety of
blowjobs, rimming, ass-fucking, you name it! They weren't the least bit
inhibited knowing Cory and me were watching them. I wished I'd had a motion
picture camera to film this spectacle. I'd've called it "Three Boys Go to
the Farm" and I could've made a fortune selling it under the counter in back
rooms across the country. Or else, if I knew how to advertise it in some
magazine, I'd make copies of the film and mail them in plain brown wrappers.

	The more they 'performed' for us, the more I saw Cory feeling himself
through his trousers. The boys hadn't excited me. but watching Cory made my
loins start to swell. It was like some sort of a chain reaction.  I reached
over, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his dick.

	"Here, Cory, let me do that for you." I said as I began to jerk him off.

	"Thanks, Judd. Is there anything I can do for you?"

	"Why don't you feel between my legs and see." I invited.

	Soon there were two separate groups of sexual activity going strong in the
barn. The boys were busy getting each other off, while Cory and I were
watching them as if they were in a dirty movie. We were mastubating each
other, trying to imitate the rhythm of our players. We must have found the
same beat because it seemed like all five of us came at the same time. The
three guys collapsed on the floor and let the water spill over their heads.
Cory had a dish towel in his back pocket and used it to clean the two of us.

	"Was this a preview of things to come?" Cory joked,  "I feel kinda guilty
that Eddie didn't get to see the show."

	"Oh, I believe he'll have ample opportunity to see many more."

	"Did you know they engaged in this type activity when you hired them?" Cory
asked.

	"I had an inkling the other day when I met them by the pond. But that's not
the main reason I hired them. I needed help with the crops."

	"Sure, you did..." Cory smirked. "Do you think, while you're remodelling
the barn, you might be able to build one more room for me?"

	"You idiot." I said, slapping him on the back of the head.

	"Who's an idiot? I'm dead serious." Then he started kidding. "Judd, how do
you know the guys won't need an adult to stay with them out here and protect
them from the wolves and bears?"

	"And the lions and the tigers too?" I joked back.

	"Hey! I wasn't joking."

	"All right, I'll tell you what. If, in a couple of weeks, Eddie's improved
enough that he can manage on his own, I'll see if we can build another room
just for you....That is...if you promise to behave!"

	"I'll be a den mother."

	"Horseshit! Den mother, my ass. Let's go eat!"

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(to be continued)