Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2015 14:34:14 -0500 From: Pete Bruno <farmboy7456@gmail.com> Subject: Deer Crossing Farm Chapter 2 This work fully protected under The United States Copyright Laws ? 17 USC?? 101, 102(a), 302(a). All Rights Reserved. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the Author's consent. (See full statement at the beginning of Chapter One.) Author's Note: Thanks to all of you who have written to tell how much you're enjoying the story, I hope you stay tuned. For all the readers enjoying the stories here at Nifty, remember that Nifty needs your donations to help them to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html A Single Soul By Pete Bruno With Henry Hilliard Book 3 Deer Crossing Farm Chapter 2 Puppy Love Wednesday, April 14, 2010 "Good morning Uncle Frank," said Clinton when he heard the knock on the door frame and looked up to see the patriarch of the family gazing at him, "come on in, it's good to see you. When did you get back?" "Late last night. We ended up driving straight through," Frank replied as he took the seat next to the bed. He and Finn had been in North Topsail since Easter Monday, combining households and selling what they didn't need. "So how are you feeling?" "I'm doing pretty well, thank you. Brett is working me hard-he is going to make a hell of a therapist," Clinton said with a grin. "So I hear you turned down the money Matt offered you," Frank stated bluntly. "Well?I really couldn't take it," the injured man replied looking almost embarrassed-or maybe it was that he was feeling self-conscious, for the first time not looking the older man in the eye as he spoke. "It's fine, Clint, I just wanted you to know it's alright. You know, he just wanted to make you feel like one of the family." "I understand that, but she was his mother, not mine. You know, one often hears about some dads being just sperm donors-well in my case it was egg donor," the young man said evenly as he set his laptop aside and moved to sit at the side of the bed to face Frank. "My father was?no is, my whole world. He is the only parent I have ever known and frankly, and I mean no disrespect, the only one I want. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to find out I have a brother-something I always wanted; that's enough for me," he said, flashing a bright smile, "and it's nice to have a new uncle as well." He stood and gave Frank a one armed hug. "All of you have made me feel welcome and a part of this family anyway, the money wouldn't change anything. Come on, help me walk to the kitchen." As they made their way slowly, Clinton suddenly stopped. He turned and asked, "Was she always crazy?" "No, at the beginning she was a wonderful woman and a great wife and mother," Frank said thoughtfully, "then shortly after Matt was born the depression grabbed her and never let go. But, even in her madness, she did the best she could-as she saw it-you're being here is the proof. Now if you ask Matty, you may get a different answer. Even when things were good she wasn't what you would call the touchy-feely type," he said, thoughtfully. __________ Al was excited (well hard) almost the entire time as he drove his pickup that morning heading towards Havre de Grace on Rt. 40. He knew he was getting close to Evan's place when he passed the adult bookstore where he had met the kid more than five years before. He used to have quite a bit of fun in that place. Fifteen minutes later Al turned off the main road. The area did not look inviting-just one rundown mobile home after another- it had been some time since he had been last here and the neighborhood did not seem the same. After another right turn he came to a gate in the middle of a six-foot fence painted white. It all looked new and bright and seemed out of place when compared to the homes he just had passed. Al pulled out his phone and dialed. All he said was, "I'm here." He was thinking how much he liked Evan when the gate swung open. Standing on the other side and waving at him was a tall, thin guy wearing a wide smile. Unlike the neighborhood, he seemed to have changed little in the year since Al had seen him last. His brown hair was cut close but he still had those large, almost sad, brown eyes. Two things that were Al's favorites were reassuringly still the same: his thick lips and the bulge running down his left leg-it was so large it was visible even from a distance. "His cock looks like it's still growing," he thought as he drove through and Evan closed the gate. Climbing from the truck, Al walked straight to this "walking cock"-his nickname for the boy. "Hey buddy," Al said giving him a bro-hug, "it's been too long." "Yes it has," the lanky stud replied grabbing his dick and winking. Al almost drooled at the thought of sucking that thick cock and his ass twitched when he recalled the feeling of the hard snake-like meat filling his hole. "Come on up to the house, my dad has the puppies out playing in the backyard," Evan said in his deep voice as the mention of the father's presence dashed Al's hopes for a quick fuck after taking care of business. They rounded the corner of the house and there was Evan's father standing next to an extended kiddy fence. Inside were four adorable puppies, three of them were standing up with their paws on the fence and tails wagging. Evan's father was a big bear of a man with an entirely bald head, somewhat compensated for by his grey beard. He was wearing overalls but no shirt. The compensation extended to his chest and Al saw that he had huge arms and that, judging by the size of his belly, he enjoyed eating. "Dad, this is my friend, Al. Al, this is my father, Eli Turner," Evan said. The older man reached out and gave the visitor's hand a shake as he ran his eyes up and down the hairy Italian, which did not go unnoticed. "These are the four I have left," Evan said at last, pointing at the excited puppies, "I know you aren't interested in show quality so any of these will work for you and be less expensive than a potential champion." Al looked at the puppies, two males and two females. The boy on the left had bright blue eyes and a face that just could not be ignored. When he picked up the little one it started licking his face, "Well aren't you just the little Honey Bear," Al said in between licks, then looking at Evan and Eli added as he held the wiggling puppy to his chest, "and that will be his name." His friend took the puppy from Al who wasn't ready to hand the little fur ball over. "Dad, why don't you get Al a cup of coffee and entertain him while I give this little guy a bath and get his papers together," Evan said as he started walking towards the house leaving the two men standing in the yard. "So my son tells me you're one hell of a bottom," Eli said causing Al to be at a loss for words for a moment-but only for a moment. "Yeah, I like to take a ride now and then, among other things," Al said flirting with the big bear. Ten minutes later Eli was sitting on the couch in nothing but his worn jock-strap with Al on his knees licking the stained pouch. By the time Evan returned with the paper work, the Italian had his father's hard cock in his mouth. "You call this entertaining our guest?" Evan said to his father, trying to sound annoyed but he could feel his cock growing in his pants as he watched the hot scene before him. "Never mind the questions, just get naked and get his ass ready for me to fuck," Eli barked as he guided Al's head on his shaft. Evan and his father had played around with other guys in the past, so this was not a shock. He had told his father he was gay when he was eighteen and there was never a problem between them, even after they discovered that he had un-knowingly sucked his dad's cock through a glory-hole at the adult bookstore. They never repeated the scene, but they did share a guy now and then when his old man decided he wanted to enjoy his 'bi' side as he termed it. They had an ongoing argument: his father claimed to be 'bi', leaning more to the straight side; while Evan argued that since the older guy had more sex with men than women he was gay. But he forgot all about these academic distinctions for the moment and began to strip-in no time he was on his knees rimming Al and stroking his own leaking cock. Ninety minutes later Al was driving north back to Deer Crossing with Honey Bear asleep in his crate, and his ass pleasantly sore. The puppy had cried for the first twenty minutes of the ride, but Al had talked quietly to him and that had calmed him down-and he eventually fell asleep. For the remainder of the ride he replayed the hot sex scene he had just enjoyed in his mind-it was just as exciting and he managed to get another raging hard-on in no time despite having cum twice within the last hour. Eli's cock may not have been more than five inches long, but it was as thick as a beer can. After he got Al stretched to the max Evan climbed aboard and fed him his hefty nine inches. He knew he would be walking funny for the rest of the day but it was worth it. He spent the drive home thinking about what he could fix for dinner while avoiding the plethora of potholes that had yet to be repaired after the last winter snows. Saturday, April 17, 2010 Jim woke feeling especially happy that morning so he decided to skip his morning run and go for a ride with the boys-he had just been cleared to resume both activities. The reason for his good mood was that he had received a call from the Colonel the day before. Davy had made contact with Jude's CO at Quantico, had explained the situation and told Jim that the officer was expecting his call-which the big Marine promptly made as soon as he hung up from Davy. The Lieutenant Colonel was happy to help Jim meet his nephew; he was not available for the next two weeks but gave him the name of his assistant, Command Sergeant Major Eckhart who, he said, would assist Jim. Jim spoke to Eckhart early in the afternoon and arranged to meet him on the Monday at 1000. It would mean that the guys would have to delay their trip to Key West by one day, but since they were using the Foundation's plane to fly directly to the island it was no problem; they just added the lost day to the end of the trip. The Sergeant Major spoke highly of Jim's nephew and agreed not to mention the meeting beforehand. After talking it over with Matt and Barry, he decided it would be best to bring Brandon along, "Just so he knows he has at least one straight uncle," Matt had joked. Jim had much to think about as he toured the farm, his boots crunching on the graveled path that led to the stables. He was glad to see Pride and Honor in the corral along with Chesty; that meant the boys were cleaning the stalls. To his chagrin, in Pride's stall he found Tommy, not MJ or Jimmer, laying down a fresh bed of hay. "Why are you doing this?" he asked the young Texan whilst trying to keep his voice even, furious that the boys were not out here doing their chores. "It's no problem, Jim, the boys asked me to do it today-they have their first game later on and wanted to sleep in," Tommy answered. "Not going to happen buddy-you can move on to your other chores, the boys will be out shortly. And by the way, if they ever ask again, tell them to come see one of their dads," Jim said before heading off to rouse the boys. The closer he got to the house the more pissed off he got; they had made a deal and they were going to learn very quickly that he wouldn't tolerate them not keeping up with their responsibilities. Entering the kitchen through the mud room, the first person he met was Al who was carrying the new puppy outside for his morning pee with Ian following-he was the cutest puppy and Ian, being the leader of the pack had already taken over the job of teaching him the ways of the pack. "Morning Gunner I was?" "Sorry Al, not now-there are two boys that are about to taste my shoe leather," Jim said as he continued on his way. When he got to their room he found them, as usual, sleeping together on one bed; they were a mass of twisted arms and legs with Danny Boy and Duffy sleeping at their feet. He stood just inside the door, placed two fingers in his mouth and let loose with an ear-piercing whistle. The two puppies' heads popped up and they barked as the boys sat up in a shot. "Daaaad," MJ whined, "what you do that for?" "Is there a reason why you boys are still sleeping while Tommy's doing your chores?" Jim barked. The boys were now sitting up rubbing the sleep from their eyes. "He said he would do it, Dad," Jimmer answered. "We're tired. Between school, music lessons, and baseball practices we need some sleep." He stopped there; he could tell Jim was not impressed. "Besides you guys are rich, you pay people to do stuff for us. Isn't that why he's here?" MJ said and immediately regretted it when he saw the look on his father's face. "Rich?" Jim shouted, "Your dads and I may be well off, but that's our money, not yours, yet. This isn't about us-it's about you two doing your jobs. What did you name your horses?" Jim demanded. "Pride and Honor, sir," Jimmer and MJ replied in unison, almost chanting. "Well, are you proud or yourselves? Are you acting honorably by asking someone else to do your work?" Jim asked sternly; he wanted to make a lasting impression on his boys-he would not stand for them becoming spoiled rich kids. "You two have a choice, you will handle your commitments or you'll have to give up what you can't handle-looks like you can't handle your horses so we'll be happy to sell them," Jim said and watched a look of shock appear on the boys' faces. He then decided to throw them a lifeline. "Here's the deal: you two have five minutes to get to the stables and finish your chores and we will forget about this-or we can sell the horses. Your choice." The words had barely left his mouth when two naked boys flew from the bed and ran into the bathroom, "We'll be there in four, Dad." Jim left the room and walked right into Matt and Barry. "What was that all about?" Matt asked after giving Jim a good morning kiss. "Nothing much, Captain, just putting out our first spoiled-brat flare-up," he said and then kissed Barry before leading them both in the direction of the kitchen. __________ The boys made it to the stables in record time. They finished laying the straw bed in Pride's stall and moved swiftly on to Honor's to clean it. They worked quickly, terrified that Jim would reappear and start in on them again. "This is your fault doofus," MJ whispered to Jimmer, "it was your idea to ask Tommy to do our work." "Well, you made it worse by saying we were rich," Jimmer shot back quietly. They continued to work in silence, the only sound was fork scraping floor as Jimmer scooped up the dirty bedding. He stopped at the sound of voices in the next stall. "How's it hanging cowboy?" The boys recognized their Uncle Billy's voice; he had come home from school to spend the weekend. "Long and hard, dude," was Tommy's answer. The boys stopped working so they could listen as he continued. "If I don't get some pussy soon I'm going to go crazy," he said. The boys looked at each other wide eyed; they had heard the older boys talk about sex at school all the time, but this was adults and for real. "Tired of jerking off?" Billy asked and then laughed. "Fuck yeah, I mean how much porn and jerking off can I do before I start to go crazy? I need to sink my boy into something hot, tight, and wet," Tommy said and Billy laughed. "I beat off every night before I go to sleep and wake up hard as a rock and beat off again," Tommy confided, as the boys continued to eavesdrop. "Big deal, I do the same thing and I'm get'n it," Billy boasted, "and I still fill the rubber up with a big load of spunk." Before Tommy could answer back, Jim's booming voice could be heard calling the boys' names. "In here Dad," MJ called out. Jim appeared at the entrance of the stall to see two sweaty boys. "Looking good guys," Jim said with a smile and then he squatted down and opened his arms. The boys were quick to fill them and each received a kiss on the cheek. "I love you both very much," Jim said hugging them tight. "We know Dad," MJ said, "and we'll try to do better." "I know you will," Jim said as he released the boys and stood. He grabbed the fork and began to remove the soiled straw. "I?well we just want you guys to understand that you always have to work for what you have-and always have to honor your commitments," Jim explained. "Yes sir," the boys answered in unison as Jim continued to pitch the dirty bedding into the wheelbarrow. When it was half full (he had learned the hard way not to over fill it) he lifted the handles and turned to leave the stall. When he looked up he saw Billy and Tommy standing there. "Hey guys, didn't know you were here," Jim said. "Yeah, we were just next door working on Chesty's stall," Billy said nervously-- as he glanced at the boys-their blushing confirmed that they had overheard he and Tommy talking. He guessed he would have to wait and see how things played out but he was sure there would be questions from the boys. Billy and Tommy followed Jim as he went to dump the wheelbarrow leaving the boys alone. Jimmer looked at his brother and said, "Holy shit man, did you hear that? How are we going to find out how to jerk-off?" "Yeah, and what exactly is "spunk"?" MJ asked, and then added, "Well maybe we could ask our Dads," however by the look on his face he wasn't too sure about the idea. "How about Uncle Billy?" Jimmer threw out. "No, dude, then he'll know we were listening." "That wasn't our fault; they were the ones talking loud. And I think he knows anyway-you turned bright red when he said they were in Chesty's stall," Jimmer added. "You turned red too, dickhead," MJ said and then laughed as he bumped shoulders with his best friend. "Hey, how about Mark Leonard, he's cool and he's only a senior," Jimmer suggested. "That could work-but you know Dad always said we could ask them anything and I would feel weird asking Mark. Let's think about this some more," MJ said quickly when he heard the squeak of the wheelbarrow as Jim approached. The two boys bumped fists and returned to their chores. __________ Matt and Jim were at the sinks brushing their teeth while Barry was in the shower; they were planning to have a bit of fun after lights out and he was taking extra care with his preparations. "Dads," they heard Jimmer call from the bedroom door. The boys had become very good about knocking or calling out before entering the bedroom. "In here, sport," Jim called out and the two boys quickly joined their dads in the bathroom taking a seat on the edge of the oversized Jacuzzi in the room, "What's up?" Jim asked. "Well I? I mean we wanted to ask you guys a question," Jimmer stammered. Matt and Jim exchanged sideway looks both wondering what was coming. "Sure, buddy, you can ask anything," Matt said. The boys looked at each but said nothing until finally Jimmer blurted out, "How do you jerk off?" Jim looked at his partner with wide eyes and then they heard Barry burst out laughing in the shower. "What brought this up?" Matt asked trying to buy some time. "Well, we, um," Jimmer stammered. "What he's trying to say is we heard some older boys talking about things," MJ deftly added, "and we want to know what it all means." "All right guys, go jump in our bed and wait for us to finish and we'll talk," Jim said. After the boys left, he looked at Matt, "Well, this should be interesting," he said with a big smile then mumbled, "Looks like the fun is about to begin." Barry had finished his shower and was drying off standing next to Matt. "Well boys, I think I'll go have a beer with Al," he said and started to leave the room only to be grabbed by Jim. "Not going to happen lover," he said kissing the back of the blue-eyed stud's neck, "you're part of the team." It was a chilly night so the three men grabbed their heavy terry bathrobes and headed grimly in to face the questions. They climbed onto the bed and sat back against the headboard with Barry in the middle. "Okay boys, what do you want to know?" Jim asked. They had decided that all they would ask their dads about was jerking off, anything more and they might have to explain where they heard it; the rest they could ask Mark the next day-the Leonards were now regulars for Sunday dinner. "Well we heard some older boys talking about jerking off and we wanted to know what it was," Jimmer said simply. "Okay, but first have either of you guys had a wet dream yet?" Matt asked, and had to smile at the confused look on the boys' faces that confirmed they had not. "Well let's start there; remember when we talked about erections? Well, as you start to mature and your body starts to produce semen it needs to be released and you may begin to have what they call nocturnal emissions." Matt continued to receive blank looks from the boys and snickers from Jim and Barry and already felt himself floundering. "Feel free to jump in anytime," Matt said sarcastically to his lovers. "I got this, Captain," Barry said confidently. "Look guys, let's just use regular terms. You already know what your balls are right?" Barry asked and received two nods. "Well they produce the semen, and that's what comes out when you have a wet dream or you jerk off-you might hear your older mates call it cum." "Is that the same as spunk?" Jimmer asked. "Pretty much," Barry said and chuckled, and then he looked at Jim who was smiling. "Keep going Baz, you're doing great," he said. "Anyway, jerking off is when, while your cock is hard, you stroke it up and down until you have an orgasm-that's when you shoot the spunk," Barry explained to the two wide-eyed boys. For the next thirty minutes the three answered more questions and refused a request for a demonstration. After the two enlightened youngsters headed off to bed Jim said, "Anybody want to guess what will be happening down the hall tonight?" "No need to guess, but we best warn Al that he may have to start changing the sheets more often," Matt said and burst out laughing. Monday, April 19, 2010 Brandon and Jim waited in line at the gate at Quantico. They were there to finally meet their nephew. The meeting was scheduled for 1100, but first they were seeing Sergeant Major Eckhart. He was quite a stud and Jim found himself wanting to stare at the hot man. He was about the same height as Jim, had the same wide shoulders and a blond high and tight brush cut. They had explained the situation to the sympathetic Marine and in return, the Sergeant Major had told Jim that Jude was one of his best men- he was a PT freak and always studying or reading which caused him to be on the receiving end of razzing from many of the other guys in the barracks. The only criticism his superior officer had to say was that, while he performed well on the job, the young man was exceptionally shy. He never went out with the other men in the company when they went cruising for women, so of course this lead to him being razzed about being gay, which he took in stride. He was therefore a very even-tempered Marine and an asset to the company, he concluded. They carried on with their conversation while waiting for Jude. "We really appreciate your helping us, Sergeant Major," Jim offered. "It's a pleasure, sir. Frankly, I think this just might be good for the kid," Eckhart replied. There was a knock at the door. "Enter!" barked Eckhart and in walked Jude. He was even more handsome in person-and apparently looked more like his mother. His square jaw, perfect build and impeccable uniform made him look like a recruiting poster model. "You wanted to see me Sergeant Major?" he said while standing at attention. "Yes Corporal, have a seat," Eckhart said. Jude did so while glancing questioning looks at Jim and Brandon. Eckhart paused for a moment, "Jude," he began using his given name in a rare show of familiarity, "I would like you to meet Chief Warrant Officer James Flannery and Chief Petty Officer Brandon Flannery." The young man acknowledged them with nods but said nothing. "They've asked to meet you-it is a personal matter." Eckhart noticed the confused look on the Corporal's face and quickly added, "It's nothing to be alarmed about, son. Would you like to speak with them alone?" "No, Sergeant Major," Jude said hesitantly, "I would like you to stay." Eckhart nodded to Jim indicating he should begin. "Jude," he started and then stopped as if to find his voice, "this is a bit of an awkward situation. A few weeks ago our brother died suddenly. While helping his widow with funeral arrangements and reviewing documents, we discovered that you are his son." Jim was stopped by the look of horror on the boy's face, but then continued. "Please don't be alarmed-we just wanted to introduce ourselves and let you know that you have family if you ever need us." He stopped short of telling him that he knew that his mother had passed away and that he had no other family. Jude stood abruptly and speaking directly to Jim and Brandon, "Thank you for taking time to meet me, but I hope you will understand-and I mean no disrespect- but I have no interest in my father." To be continued? 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