Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 19:36:57 -0500
From: fireflywatcher_ford <fireflywatcher@gmail.com>
Subject: Judging 9

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JUDGING 9 -- ACER'S STORIES

By Phil Ford



Paulie woke feeling a hard dick pressed against his ass. Carl had been
naked so he followed suit. The feel of skin on skin nearly brought
Paulie off by itself. He wanted to turn and take Carl in his arms and
share the joy he'd found two men could have together, but he slid out
from the covers trying not to wake his friend.

Paulie leaned against the wall and lifting first one foot and then the
other, he slipped on his jeans leaving the fly unbuttoned. He fumbled
in a bowl on the dresser and drew out a hard peppermint candy,
thrusting it into his mouth. It was as if during his nights rest all
the energy was drained from him and this lump of sugar jump started
his day. He sucked on it a minute as he buttoned the jeans from the
bottom up and then crunched it to bits between his teeth and swallowed
it all. The glow of the clock read six thirty. He was late rising for
his norm but no light came in through the window this early on any
October day.

Paulie eased the door shut behind him to leave Carl at peace. "You've
got a boner," Blue commented when he entered the kitchen.

"Well, I was a good boy or it would be soft now," Paulie replied. He
poured a cup of coffee and took a seat beside the men at the table.

"What's the story on Carl," Acer asked.

"There ain't much to tell," Paulie responded. "His mom was real young
when he was born and so was his dad. His dad was a long haul trucker
and never home but a few days a couple of times a month. His mom was a
secretary when he was little and a CPA by the time he was in the
fourth grade. I met him in first grade. About three years ago his mom
left saying his dad could take him from there on. He turned eighteen
last October and his dad took off, too. It seems his mom had bought
the house owner financed and it was paid off but in Carl's name. His
dad was pissed off about that. He left him high and dry. His mom had
left him some money but I guess its run out by now. We worked together
at the feed store the last three summers. That's where he works. Pop
Otto always told me not to let on if I had money. I like seeing people
everyday, but trying to live on a hundred and sixty bucks a week is a
different story. I wanted to see him because his birthday is coming
up. I figured I'd put his pickup in the shop and get it fixed up good
for him. I could lie about how much it cost. He'd never let me do
anything big for him if he knew about it beforehand."

"Does he know how much you have put back?" Blue asked.

"Hell no, my daddy don't even know. I've only told you guys," Paulie answered.

"Driving your old truck and living at home, I can see how you kept it
a secret," Acer confirmed.

Paulie realized that the only thing to do was to confront his feelings
for Carl before he could do anything else. "Carl would take on the
whole world for you even if he knew he'd loose," Paulie told them.
"He'd treat an obligation or a debt with the same commitment. I can't
let him feel he owes me shit or that I do things for him because I owe
him something.  He ain't much for mechanics though or I couldn't pull
off fixing his truck. You open the hood and the way it looks to him is
like giving a guy a hundred cows and telling him he needs to recognize
each one when they're all the same breed. He can't look and tell new
parts from old ones very easy, but like that same guy, if you stuck a
number in each cow's ear or put one on each truck part, he'd know them
all by heart in no time. Carl's a whiz with numbers. He gets it from
his mom I guess."

"It don't look like he's eating too good," Billy commented.

"He'd take something my mom sent over or if I bought something to cook
and there were a few things extra, he'd take that, but if I bought him
a bunch of groceries he'd turn it down. He won't take nothing from the
food bank either. He says they expect you to go to their church if
they give you food and he won't have it," Paulie explained. "I'm just
hoping he'll let me fix his truck for his birthday. I'm going to take
Carl some coffee and see if he's awake yet."

Paulie carried two cups in one hand and two beers in the other, barely
managing to turn the door knob with both hands full. He set them on
the night stand and returned to close the door. Carl was snoring
softly lying on his back in the center of the bed with the covers
bunched around his ankles and a full boner standing tall to tempt
Paulie and spur him on to his task. Paulie got a small hand towel from
his bathroom and pulled a tube of lubricant from the night stand
drawer.

Paulie worked a liberal amount of the lube into his ass with his
fingers and moved up onto the bed, straddling Carl's slender form and
facing him. He rubbed another glob between his hands to warm it some
and as he coated Carl's hard dick, he touched him intimately for the
first time in his life. Paulie was trembling and felt like he couldn't
draw a breath. He'd thought about taking the hard rod in his mouth
first but decided this was a better defensive position if Carl woke up
swinging. Paulie felt a throbbing pulse in response to his touch and
quickly lined up the pole with his pucker, easing back and down slowly
as it entered his moistened cavity. Carl's dick was long and thick,
larger than David's had been. He couldn't quite take the full length
inside him at first and the stretching felt like he was tearing
something as he moved down. Reaching his limit, Paulie began his
ascent. He was able to continue his repetitious motions for several
minutes before Carl began to stir.

"Where in the hell did you learn how to do that," Carl exclaimed as he
opened his eyes.

"Are you mad at me for doing it, Carl," Paulie asked.

"Surprised but not mad, Paulie," Carl answered. "I had a sick thought
of sticking my dick in there last night when I woke up with it poking
against your ass. I never thought it would feel this good, though. I'm
going to cum any minute if you keep going and I might just want to do
this a few more times before we're done. Does all cum taste the same?"

"Why do you ask that?" Paulie queried.

"I've tasted mine and I was wondering because I guess I'll suck you
off for doing this for me," Carl replied. "I don't know if I could
take your dick up my butt, yet."

"You don't have to do anything for me, Carl," Paulie told him.

"It ain't a have to, Paulie, it's a want to kind of thing." Carl
grasped Paulie's shoulders, pulling their mouths together for a kiss.
Carl rolled Paulie on his back and took control. He grasped Paulie's
dick and stroke in time with his thrusts. When Paulie coated Carl's
hand with cum the sensations he felt from Paulie's clenching ass
brought Carl off, too. He drew his hand to his mouth and took a lick.
"You taste a lot sweeter, Paulie. I kind of like it. Do you think we
could be more than friends now, maybe boyfriends and you could move in
with me?"

"We'll figure something out, Carl. Would you let me put your truck in
the shop and get it fixed up for your birthday?" Paulie asked.

Carl was reluctant but finally agreed. After that, they were both
ready for another round. When they finished the second round, it was
no trouble to talk Carl into eating breakfast and by that time
everything had been cooked. At eighteen, it hadn't taken long at all
for either of them to shoot two loads.

"Damn that smells good," Carl exclaimed. "I ain't had a regular
breakfast in a while."

"Dig in then," Blue insisted. "If we ain't got enough to fill you up,
we'll cook more. How many eggs do you want and how do you want them?"

"I'll take three over easy," Carl answered.

"Say Carl," Acer began, "Do you think you might consider a job change?
We're going to need more help around here this year between Blue's
place and Paulie's."

"I don't know nothing about farming. You'd have to teach me
everything," Carl replied. "I could sure use a different job though."

"Paulie is teaching all of us how to grow onions and I think he can
handle one more man learning from him," Blue replied. "You might even
want to move in here if you can handle sharing a room with Paulie and
you could rent your house out for some extra income."

"Sign me up," Carl replied, giving a wink to Paulie. "My house will
take a little work before I could rent it out and I'd have to put the
furniture somewhere. I've been spending most of what I've been making
just to pay the bills and the taxes. It's been hell. I even keep a
couple of black plastic barrels in the back yard for warm bath water
so I don't use up the propane and freeze later on when it gets cold.
They shouldn't call it minimum wage, they should call it slow death if
you ask me."

"Hell, we'll help you fix up the house," Billy told him. "We built this one."

"We've got to go into town," Acer told Carl. "Get Paulie to show you
around both places and we'll see you both this evening." Alfredo and
Billy tagged along with Blue and Acer, leaving the breakfast dishes to
be tended to after they left. The check for the cotton crop had to be
deposited and they intended to spend the day shopping and making a
visit to Acer's office while they were out.

"Where do you want to start after we get the dishwasher loaded?" Paulie asked.

"I think I'd better call my mom and then my dad to let them know I'm
renting out the house. I haven't seen either one since they left, but
one of them might show up looking for me eventually," Carl replied.
"Is it all right to use the phone here?"

Paulie assured him it was fine to make the calls and stepped out on
the porch to make a call of his own. He'd already bought a newer model
GMC Sonoma with and engine and transmission that would interchange
with what was in Carl's old Chevy Luv pickup. The Sonoma had belonged
to and old man and had been given to his grandson after the man died.
The body was totaled in a wreck right afterward and the engine and
drive train were in nearly new condition. If Carl had refused his
offer, Paulie would have looked for a body with a blown engine to make
a vehicle for himself. The little four cylinder engine with fuel
injection would be great for light duty around the farm.

Paulie called the mechanic he'd already made arrangements with and got
the tow truck sent to the house to pick it up. Paulie was even having
it repainted and all the work would be done within a week. Paulie had
just finished his call when Carl joined him outside. "Have you got
anything you need to take out of your truck? The tow truck is on the
way here," Paulie asked him.

"Naw, it's clean inside," Carl answered. "Every week I've been hoping
I'd have enough to get it fixed and inspected, so I kept it cleaned
out. I called Wilkins and told him I quit, too."

"Thanks George!" Paulie yelled to the driver as he drove away with
Carl's truck. He and Carl were sitting on the edge of the porch then,
sipping on beers. Paulie's cell phone rang. "Yeah, I'll let you ask
him," Paulie said.

"This is Acer. We're going to some of the thrift and used clothes
stores for work clothes. Jeans are around a dollar a pair and shirts
are less than that. Do you need any?"
Carl answered that he did and gave Acer his sizes.

"You want to take a ride around the places and see what we've got
going on?" Paulie asked Carl after he ended the call.

"Sure," Carl replied. "I never looked around at your leases before. I
wasn't sure where they were." Paulie started out by driving through
Blue's land, pointing out the small houses that had been for field
hands and saying Carl's furniture and things could be stored in one of
them. "Why didn't you move into one of these houses or ask to move in
with me?" Carl asked.

"I didn't know you were needing a roommate and I liked staying with
the guys," Paulie answered. "It's easier sharing the cooking and more
fun with the guys around the house. I should have checked on you, too.
I was afraid you wouldn't want to be around me anymore if I liked
guys, so I stayed away, but I missed you Carl."

"Won't these guys be all pissed off when they find out we're fucking
around?" Carl asked. "We can't hide something like that for long if
we're living in the same house with them."

"They ain't going to care one bit Carl, because they're doing the same
thing," Paulie replied. "Acer and Blue are together and so are Billy
and Alfredo. They even drag me into bed with them sometimes if they
think I need it. It was Billy's brother David who got me drunk and had
me sucking his dick and giving him my ass in the first place. I'd have
been too chicken shit to do anything even if I wanted to except for
him."

"Can we do this tour some other time and go back to the house?" Carl
asked. "All this talk has me boned up and wanting to play again. I
want to make love to you Paulie."

As Paulie drove back toward the house, Carl pulled open his fly and
went to town sucking Paulie's dick. "You do that pretty damn good for
a guy's first time sucking dick," Paulie commented when they reached
the house.

"It's my first time doing it but you pick up a lot from having it done
for you," Carl replied. "Did you ever see that movie 'Boogie Nights'?"
 Paulie nodded. "Well it's like that last scene where Mark Walberg
looks down at his dick and says, 'Baby you're a star'. After mom left,
I was on my own at home except the couple of times a month when dad
came home. I was just down the road from the school. You'd always be
off working your fields. Tony Johnson was the first. You know how he'd
always talk about hating fags and shit. I guess he'd been checking me
out in the showers. He brought a six pack over one afternoon and
talked me into letting him suck my dick, not that it took much
talking. A few days later he got me to fuck him and it became a
regular thing. I always made him bring beer or a joint or give me a
few bucks to let him. We were walking out to the parking lot one day
and he started his shit, yelling at one of the freshmen and calling
him a fag. I called him on it and he busted my nose the first time. He
said, 'I ain't no fag man, I just have this thing for that big dick of
yours' and I didn't give him any that day. My fucking nose was broke."

Paulie and Carl were in the bedroom undressing at that point. "Tony
was a football jock," Paulie commented. "He wasn't the only one?"

"Naw, they all acted like I didn't exist until we left school. Bobby
Martin seemed like a nicer guy. After he blew me once I was going to
blow him and started to go for it. That was when I got my nose broken
the second time. There were five of them, all football players. If
anyone asked why they were at my house, they always said they were
drinking because no adults were at home there. All of them went off to
college this year. You're my best friend but I just couldn't tell you.
You never acted like you were gay and it would have broke my heart to
loose you as a friend."

"I was over here almost every evening," Paulie said.

"They'd be gone by then Paulie. They didn't come to visit their bud. I
was the skinny guy with the big dick. They were muscled up jocks. I
couldn't figure it out but if they wanted to play with my dick and
treat me like shit the rest of the time, I made them pay for it," Carl
replied. "After graduation none of them came around much and then they
left for football camp at their colleges. I really needed the extra
money. I've been damn near starving to death. I went and got tested in
case any of the guys gave me something that wouldn't wash off, but
being broke makes you pretty damn stupid. I got lucky."

"I didn't know things were that bad Carl," Paulie told him. "I would
have helped you out."

"We're naked now Paulie. Can I make love to you again?" Carl asked.

Paulie wrapped his arms around Carl and pulled them both down on the
bed. As with their earlier play, they were satisfied in a short time
and back to the tour of the farm. On Blue's place, they saw the fields
just cultivated, those furrowed into rows ready to plant, and the
feeder steers. Going to Paulie's place, Carl could see the onions
already planted and growing. After that, they returned to the house as
lunch time was approaching.

"Hey Blue," Paulie said into the cell phone. "Are ya'll going to be
back for lunch or should I just fix something for me and Carl?" Blue
informed him they were bringing lunch and about fifteen minutes away
from the house. He went to the fridge and grabbed two cokes for Carl
and himself. Then he settled into a chair beside Carl in the living
room. "They're bringing burgers and fries and will be here in a
minute," he told Carl.

"Why ain't we working those fields today, Paulie?" Carl asked.

"The main reason is we're waiting for the seed to come in. Onion seed
won't keep long at all and has to be fresh from cold storage when we
plant," Paulie explained. "The second reason is it's a big payday
today. They took the check for the cotton crop to the bank this
morning. I've got my own money but the guys have been making due with
token pay since May. Acer's been footing the bill up till now and they
have to get the accounts straight and pay Billy and Alfredo what's due
them. I'll get a chunk, too. Blue got his place from his mom by taking
on her debt at the bank and they're paying that off today, too. They
hadn't planned to pay off the loan until December when the feeder
calves sold, but it was a good crop and a good payday."

"What about your place?" Carl asked.

"I lease my land with an option to buy. I've been doing it on my own
for several years now, I guess you know. Except for a couple of pieces
of used equipment, I've saved everything I've made. Even my truck is
one dad gave me for help on his place and until I started helping Blue
and Acer, I've lived at home for free. When my crop comes in this next
May, I'm buying my place and it will be paid off."

"You've got nearly twice as much land in fields, I'd guess," Carl
commented. "You must be doing something right."

"I'm just doing what my dad and granddad do and what Pop did for
years," Paulie replied.

"Good thing we're all just a little different size," Acer exclaimed
coming through the door. Alfredo had the food and each of the others
carried brown paper grocery bags full of clothes. "We can bring in the
rest after we eat. We got you a few new things, Carl, for your
birthday that's coming up. When is it anyway?"

"It's today," Carl answered. "I didn't say nothing because it ain't no
big deal."

"Damn Carl, I screwed up," Paulie responded. "I thought it was next Monday."

"Good deal," Acer told him. "I got a German chocolate cake, if that
works for you, and some ice cream."

Carl nodded his head and had a big ear to ear smile. Lunch disappeared
as fast as it had come in the door and the cake was set aside to eat
after supper. Blue and Acer cleared the table and began spreading out
receipts and invoices across it. "It ain't balancing, Blue," Acer
declared. "I know we have plenty left until we sell the steers but it
has to balance for taxes next year."

"Let's go through it one more time," Blue pled.

"I know I don't look like much," Carl interrupted. "But mom was a CPA
and when it's tax time you make all your money in just a couple of
months doing returns. She had me doing taxes and accounts when I was
still in grade school. The reason she put the house in my name is
because she said I earned it helping her with tax work every year.
Before she left, she didn't even need to check my work. She knew I did
it right."

Blue and Acer looked at each other and Acer said, "Go for it." Acer
took Carl into his office and showed Carl his computer. He had an
adding machine that spit out paper as well and Carl gathered all the
papers scattered across the table. He shut himself off in the room and
didn't come out for a couple of hours. When Carl emerged he had
everything neatly organized, sorted, labeled, and put in file folders.
He'd printed out spread sheets that made it simple to understand and
use in the farm operation. It balanced.

"I told you Carl was a whiz at math," Paulie boasted.

"Will you get mad if I check out some frisky cowboys or read some
stories on the computer," Carl asked.

"Not if I get to check it out, too," Acer chuckled.

(continued)