Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2015 21:56:37 -0400
From: Jeff <cussingpreacher@aim.com>
Subject: Seasons of Change - Part 1 - Chapter 2 - A Day of Rest

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Seasons of Change

Part One
Summer

Chapter 2
A Day of Rest


	The first week working on Papa's farm was exhausting, but I'm
getting use to it again.  I haven't worked much for him lately, because of
my busy schedule this past year.  There was so much responsibility on my
shoulders.  I helped him when I could, but when baseball season started, my
only focused was on my pitching, and the hard work paid off; we became the
champions for the year.
	My body quickly adjusted to the work load.  I don't think I've ever
sweated that much.  I found myself falling asleep earlier and earlier
throughout the week; I missed a few meals this week.  There was one evening
I fell asleep at the dinner table; all I can remember is John taking me to
my bedroom.  I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled my head against his
shoulder; I didn't want to let go.  I dreamed that night he and I shared
the bed; imagine my anger when I woke up.
      It's been a good week.  The crops are looking healthy.  Papa
continues to worry over the corn; they're predicting another drought
season.  Papa says we always have droughts; some are worse than others, but
he keeps telling me if we just keep our faith in God, God will take care of
us.
      We worked as hard as our strong muscles would allow us.  Papa didn't
let up; he wouldn't let us get lazy, but when the weekend finally arrived,
we looked forward to the weekend, we were excited beyond words.
      Everyone has a routine.  There is nothing you can do about it; it
just happens.  Papa and Granny are no different; they have their own
routine.  For example, Papa always spends the early Friday mornings before
breakfast to trek around the farm.  He wants to make sure everything is to
his satisfaction, and if he is satisfied, we will work till lunch and have
the entire weekend off, so we make sure everything is to his satisfaction.
      The farmhands were excited to have the time off.  I was too, but I
usually spend my time in a book or writing.  I like to read and write.  I
also like to cook.  My dad makes good money, but my mom likes to work from
time to time, and when they offered her a job at the Wells Bank and Loan as
loan officer, she couldn't pass it up; the bank paid her very well.  I
didn't think it was fair for her to work all day just like my dad and
brother and come home to prepare dinner, so I started to cook.  I would
spend some time with Granny, and she helped me learn.  My dad always told
people, "Luke will make someone a good wife someday."
      The weekend was pleasant and quiet.  The farmhands left as soon as
Papa gave them permission.  I haven't seen them all weekend.
      I spent the weekend mostly in my room.  If I wasn't spending time
with my grandparents or working some on the farm, I was in my room.  This
became my routine for the summer, and I was pleased with it; it was what I
wanted to do, but there is one thing you need to know about my
grandparents; they do set certain expectations with anyone who lives with
them, including me.  Papa expects us to eat together at every meal.  He
expects us to give our best when working together.  He expects us to
respect each other.  He expects us to work out our own difference; if there
is a disagreement, we go behind the barn and beat the shit out of each
other; whoever is standing is the winner, and we let it go.  He expects us
to go to church on Sunday together.
	Papa and Granny are very traditional.  They go to church every
Sunday unless they're sick.  They believe that Sunday should be a day of
rest and no work should be done.  Papa and Granny will not do any work on
Sunday, unless it's absolutely necessary.  Granny will not cook any meals
on Sunday.  She prepares all the meals on Saturday and leaves them in the
oven to stay warm, and she uses only paper plates and plastic cups.
	I'm not looking forward to church today.  I would whether put up
with my dad's condemnation than go to church.
	I sit on my bed dressed in my Sunday outfit.  I'm wearing my white
dress shirt along with my black church pants.  I'm wearing my red briefs,
for those who are interested.  I'm just thankful I don't have to wear a
tie.  I hate ties.
	I look at myself in the mirror hanging on the outside of my closet
door.  I hate to look at myself because I'm depressed right now.  I would
do anything not to go to church, but my Papa will not change his mind.
	"It's time to go," says Papa.  His booming deep voice echoes
through the house.
	I walk downstairs very slowly to find Papa dressed in the only suit
he has.  He will always wear a suit and tie to church no matter how hot it
is.  Granny is wearing her favorite church dress with flowers all over it;
now that I think about it, I think every dress she owns has flowers on it.
She has her purse in hand.  She never uses that purse for anything else but
church.  The only items in her purse are some cum or candy, a handkerchief
for her if she starts to sweat; a lady doesn't sweat, and cash for tithing
to give to the church.
	Papa knows how I feel because I told him, but it served no purpose.
I walk to them so they can look over my attire.
	"Stand up straight, young man," says Papa.  "Be proud of who you
are."
	"You look quite handsome today," says Granny.
	Papa walks to me and looks at me.  He served several years in the
war, so he wants to make sure my attire is perfect.  He stands behind and
brings his hand around.  "I have something for you."  He opens his hand and
shows me a black tie.
	I look at him in fear.  "Papa, please!  I don't want to wear a
tie."
	Papa buttons my collar.  He wraps the tie around my neck and ties
it.  He lowers the collar and looks at me.  "There you go.  You are quite
the gentleman this morning, Luke.  You'll break a lot of guy's hearts this
morning."  He slaps me on the shoulder.
	I can't believe he just said that.  I look at Granny, and she
smiles.
	"It's time to go," says Papa.  "You know how much I hate being
late."
      We walk outside and get into the truck.  They don't bother to lock
the front door.
	Papa and Granny live five miles out of town.  It doesn't take long
for him to get to town because of how fast he drives.  My heart just pounds
with every mile.  I don't look forward to church.  Ever since I came out,
the entire community judged me.  They felt sorry for my parents because
they all just knew I was going to burn in hell.  Mom and dad never had a
problem with me skipping church, but not Papa.
	The church is located directly at the center of downtown.  The
founders of Wells wanted God and faith to be the center of our community.
Most of the town folks can walk to church, and they do even when it's
raining.  They leave the parking places for those who have to drive like
us.
	City Hall is across the street from the church.  They use the
church when they have monthly meetings.  The leadership felt by having
meetings at the church would calm any feelings from emotional community
members.
	We drive into town and watch as people walk to church.  Papa parks
at City Hall; he has his own parking place.
	We get out of the truck and walk towards the church.  I'm tugging
on my collar; this damn tie is so annoying.  Granny takes a dollar out of
her purse and hands it to me.  "This is for your Sunday School offering."
She would always make sure my brother and I had money for offering.
	"Thank you," I tell her.
	It's hard to determine where the front of the church is located.
The founders of the community who built the church felt there shouldn't be
a front or back.  Every side was designed the same way.  They had steps to
lead into the church.  The men conjugated at one section of the stairs,
while the ladies conjugate inside the church.  Papa walks over to join
them.  They discuss a wide variety of topics.  This morning, they're
talking about farming, the heat, politics, and the preacher; they always
seem to talk about the preacher.
	I stand there as everyone greets my grandparents.  They just stare
at me.  I can see the shame and condemnation in their eyes.  I look at my
Papa has he joins in with his friends; they stare at me, and I think I
actually heard one of them growl at me.
	I turn around to walk away when John grabs me gently.  The
farmhands finally arrive at church wearing dress shirts, pants, and ties.
	John kneels down and whispers in my ear.  "Don't give the bastards
the satisfaction."  He looks at me with a firm smile and nod.  "You walk in
that church with your head held high and don't be ashamed of who you are."
	I turn around, and with John's arm around me, we walked into the
church.  We walked through the sanctuary, and believe it or not, it didn't
implode.  We go to our Sunday School classes.  John and the other farmhands
make sure I get there without any problems, but they have their own class
to attend.
	I enter the classroom and see some familiar faces.  They are
surprised to see me.  The church has a Sunday School class specifically for
the senior class, which is led by the preacher.  They felt it was important
to get us ready for the next phase of our lives.  These are supposedly my
friends, and the only reason they talk to me is because I helped win the
championship game for our school.  Some of my classmates already were gone;
they joined the military and boot camp came early for them.
	I sit there.  I grab a Bible and pretend to read it.  I would give
anything not to be here.  I may see if I can take several restroom breaks.
I just sit there waiting like everyone else when a piece of balled up paper
hits me in the back of the head.  I just ignore them.  Suddenly, there is
another piece of paper, and another, then another.  I don't know why I came
here.  I would live, but someone would tell my grandparents, and I don't
want to disappoint him.  I just ignore them and look down at my Bible when
Aaron sits down next to me.
	Aaron was my best friend.  He and I grew up together.  We did
everything together.  We even played on the baseball team, but he also
played on the football team.  We were inseparable; that was until I came
out.  We haven't spoken much since.  He was my first crush and my first
heart break.  I always got nervous around him because of my feelings for
him.  I was surprised he sat next to me.
	"Hey Luke," says Aaron.  "It's so good to see you.  How have you
been?"
	"I'm okay," I tell him.  I really don't want to talk to him.
	Aaron knocks away more paper balls as they are thrown at me.  "Are
you going to return to church for the summer?  I sure have been missing
you."
	"I'm only here because of my grandparents, Aaron," I tell him.
"This is not where I want to be."
	"Don't be like that," he says.  "I know these guys can be
difficult, but they're just playing around."
	It doesn't feel like a game to me.  I have real feelings concerning
my choices, and they refuse to accept me and openly mock me.  I don't find
it very funny.
	I was hoping Aaron would move, but he stayed next to me when the
preacher walks inside the classroom.
	"Good morning," says Preacher Joshua.  He looks at me and
recognizes me.  "Good morning, Luke.  It's so good to have you with us
today.  We sure have missed you."
	He must be the only one, because no one else sure does.
	"Good morning, preacher," I say.
	"I'm glad you could join us," says Preacher Joshua.  "Let's go
ahead and get started."
	I didn't want to stay, but it would have been rude to leave, and I
didn't want word to get back to my grandparents, so I decided to stay.
	I walk back to my seat as Preacher Joshua walks to the podium.  He
game to Wells Community Church two years ago.  He's married to a beautiful
lady, but they have no children.  He's a young minister; he's probably in
his late thirties or early forties.  He's young for our community.  He's
quite handsome, and looks fit.  I know he likes to play various sports, but
I haven't spent any time with him.  He's tried to reach out to me
especially since I came out.  I think he means well, but no one in the
community cares if I make to heaven or not.
	I sit and look at him as he teaches his lesson.  He turns around
several times to write something on the board, and I must comment on his
ass.  I love an ass on a guy.  The suit pants fit so tight.  I can tell how
firm and round his ass is.  It causes my cock to get hard; I know that has
to be some sort of sin – getting hard in church and lusting after the
preacher.  I guess if there were two sins that would get you at the head of
the line in hell I would imagine those two were it.
	Preacher Joshua turns around and continues to teach.  I'm startled
and grab the Bible and cover up my bulge.  I decided to leave the room and
find the restroom.  I need to relieve myself before church starts.
	Once Sunday School is over, we go to the sanctuary.  Papa and
Granny have a favorite pew, so I go ahead and sit there.  There are some
ladies a few pews back.  I can hear them talking about me.  We are the
first class to enter the sanctuary.  The others sit on the opposite side of
the church.  They didn't want to associate themselves with me, so it
surprised me when Aaron sits next to me in my pew; he hands me a bulletin
for the morning service.
	"Here is a morning bulletin," says Aaron.  "I'm so glad you're
still in town.  I was afraid you left for college already."
	I can't look at him.  I just stare at my bulletin.  My heart begins
to beat faster.  My feelings for him are still strong, but "I'm still
here."
	"I heard you were going away for college," says Aaron.
	"That is true," I tell him.
	"I'm going to college here," he says.  "They have an excellent
agricultural degree, and I've always planned on taking over the farm."
	I don't know why he's telling something I already know.  I hate
chit chat.  "I hope you're happy."  His family is one of few families who
continue to farm in Wells.  They are good friends with my family.
	I can tell through my left eye he just stares at me.  "It's good to
see you again, Luke.  I hope we can see each other before you leave."  He
gets up and walks to the back.  He's an usher for the church, so he helps
people as they enter the church.
	The church members start strolling in the sanctuary.  Two older
sisters walk by my pew.  They stare at me then they sit a couple of pews
back.  I can hear their conversation simply because they're deaf, and they
don't realize how loud they're speaking.  They think I'm embarrassing my
grandparents and the community by attending church.  Their conversation
continues until my grandparents approach the pew, and then they quickly
stop talking.  No one in this community dares to anger my grandparents.
	I slide all the way over.  Papa waits till Granny sits down, and he
sits next to the aisle.
	"How did Sunday School go?" she asks.
	"It was okay," I tell her.  There was no point telling her how
unwelcome I was.
	We wait for the services to begin.  Everyone who walks by makes it
a point to talk to my grandparents.  Even Preacher Joshua stops by and
greets them, and he had to tell them how pleased he was to have me in
Sunday School.
	The farmhands sit the pew in front of us.  John looks at me; he
gives me a smile and wink.  Peter, Paul, Matt, and Mark are as bored as I
am; they want to be somewhere else too.
	The church services weren't too bad.  It's a very traditional and
routine service.  Preacher Joshua spoke about encouraging each other and
how we are to love each other as Christians.
	Once services were done, we left.  Preacher Joshua has one door he
stands so everyone can greet him as they leave.  Those who don't want to
greet him can leave by another door, and there are a few.  Papa and Granny
will always greet him as they leave.
	I walk behind them as they talk to Preacher Joshua.  Once again, he
tells how happy he was to have me in Sunday School.  He probably wants them
to give more money to the church.
	It's a hot day.  They are predicting the temperature will be over a
hundred today.  I'm probably going swimming this afternoon.  It didn't take
me long to rip that damn tie off.  I unbuttoned my shirt.
	Granny walks over to me and asks, "Will you escort me to the
truck?"
	"Yes ma'am," I tell her.
	"Luke," says Papa.  He throws me the keys.  "Cool off the truck for
your grandmother."
	I grab the keys.  "Yes sir."
      I escort Granny back to the truck, but Papa remains to talk to some
people from the community after church.  The farmhands left to continue
their time off, except for John.  He follows us to the truck.
	"What's Papa doing?" I ask her.
	"He's got to meet today with the city council," says Granny.  "I
hate it when they have to meet on Sundays."
	"What are they meeting about?"
	"I don't know, and I don't want to know," she says.  "Its city
business and I don't want to know."
	We arrive at the truck.  I start the engine, so it will cool down.
John opens the door for Granny.  She just sits there waiting for Papa to
arrive.  I remain outside.  I lay the tailgate of the truck and watch Papa
as he meets with fellow members of the community.  John joins me.
	"What do you think they're talking about?" I ask.
	John looks at them and begins to form a conclusion.  "I'm sure it's
nothing.  They're just talking about business."
	I hope they're not bad at Papa.  "Are they angry with Papa?"
	"They're always angry with whoever is mayor, but I don't think
that's it," says John.  "There is a business who wants to come, but
everyone is afraid it will take away from the smaller businesses."
	John and I watch as Papa meets with the members of the city
council.  The meeting doesn't take too long.  I suspect they're just trying
to work out logistics about today's meeting.  They finally break up the
meeting.  Papa begins to walk towards us but he's stopped by Aaron.  This
is a surprise.  They don't talk long.
	John jumps off the tailgate.  Papa leans against the truck.  "John,
are you going to join us for lunch?"
	"I'm planning on it," he says.  "I'll meet you there."  He walks to
his truck.
	Papa just stands there looking at the bed of the truck.  He doesn't
say much.  He picks some pine straw out of the back and throws it to the
ground.  "Your friend Aaron asked if he could come over for lunch today."
	"What did you tell him?"
	"I told him it was fine by me," he says.  He looks at me.  "Why
don't you drive home?  I'm tired."
	"Yes sir," I say.  I jumped off the tailgate and closed it.  We got
in the truck and returned home.  There is something beautiful about this
place.  It is so calming.  They have an oak tree next to the house, and
when we sit on the front porch swing, it provides a wonderful shade.
	"I need to get everything on the table if we're going to have
company," says Granny.
	Granny already had the table set.  She set before we left for
church.  The oven was still warm.  I told her to go change and get
comfortable; I would set the table.  She made a delicious meatloaf with
green beans and mashed potatoes.  I start to place the food on the table.
I can hear some faint voices and then the screen door close slapping
against the frame of the front door.  John and Aaron enter the dining room.
	"Can I help you?" asks John.  He is wearing his white tee shirt
covered with overalls.  He must have something to do today.
	"We need some glasses," I tell him.
	John grabs the plastic cups and prepares the drinks.
	"Hey," says Aaron.  "Can I help you?"
	"I'm good, thanks," I tell him.  I don't know why Aaron bothered to
stop by.  I guess he wanted to see the gay boy who came to church on
Sunday.
	It doesn't take Papa and Granny long to return.  Papa is wearing a
blue short leave button up shirt covered with his overalls.  Granny is
wearing her work dress.
	"Everything smells good, Mrs. Patty," says Aaron.
	"Aaron, I'm so glad you could make it," says Granny.
	We get the table set.  We sit down.  I wanted to sit by John, but
Aaron took the seat next to me.  Papa says grace, and we begin to eat.  The
entire delicious aroma fills up the whole house.  It doesn't matter what
Granny does, she knows how to make food delicious.
	"What are you going to do today John?" asks Papa.
	"I figured I would go check on the cattle today," says John.  "I
know you have to meet with the city council."
	"There are a few things I could use your help with if you don't
mind," says Papa.
	"Papa, I can help too," I tell him.
	"That want be necessary, Luke," says Papa.  "You have company."
Papa and Granny can't stand bad host or hostess.  Technically, Papa and
Granny are the hosts.  I didn't ask him to come, but when Papa speaks, I
listen.
	We enjoyed the lunch hour listening idle chatter.  Papa and Granny
talked about the worship service.  They talked about people in the
community and how they were doing.  They will never gossip, but they do
concern themselves with community members.
	We finish lunch and clean up our mess.  Papa and John leave the
house to take care of their responsibilities on the farm.  Granny goes to
the living room to read the Sunday paper.  She won't admit it, but she
likes to read comics first and then the obituaries.
	I am forced to be the host to Aaron.  I was hoping he would leave
after lunch, but he wanted to talk, so we sat on the swing on the front
porch to talk.
	"It was so good to see you in church," says Aaron.  "I have missed
you, Luke."
	"I was only there because of Papa," I tell him.  "I'm not allowed
to skip church while I live under his roof."
	"Whatever the reason, I'm glad you were there," he says.  "I'm
sorry we haven't spoken much."
	"Well, since I came out, no one wants to have anything to do with
me, Aaron," I tell him.  "Why should you be any different?"
	"I wasn't trying to shun you," he says.  "You were no longer
approachable, and I felt you were hurting, so I decided to leave you alone.
You hid from me.  I wanted to talk to you plenty of times, but your parents
always told me you were unavailable."
	The swing glides back and forth.  When I came out, my parents were
more embarrassed than I was, obviously.  They were no longer proud of me.
"I was just trying to buy my time until I left for college."
	"You don't need to leave angry," says Aaron.  "You and both know
this community is full of gossipers and hypocrites.  Don't let them run you
off."
	"Who are you to lecture me?"
	"I am your friend," he says.
	"I have no friends," I inform him.  "I don't want any friends from
this town.  If you were truly my friend, then you would have made an
attempt to talk to me at school."
	"I'm sorry, Luke," he says.  "I was young and stupid."
	I shake my head.  "That's your excuse."  I just look at him.  "I
needed your help, and you ignored me."  I get up from the swing.  "I think
it's time for you leave."
	I walk into the house and go upstairs to my room.  I have the
entire upstairs to myself because my grandparents added their bedroom
downstairs because of their age.  I walk into the bathroom and wash my
face.  I don't want anyone to know how close I became to crying.  Aaron was
my best friend.  I tried to tell him so many times about me, but I couldn't
because I didn't want him to be angry with me.  I still have strong
feelings for him.  We've seen each other naked, and we jerked off together.
	I stand in the bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror.  I
wipe the water off my face.  I can't believe he still causes these kinds of
feelings; I guess I never really got over him.  I open the door to leave
the bathroom to find Aaron standing there waiting for me.  He moves in to
kiss me on the lips.  I lean back, but he's still kissing me.  His lips
were firm and sweet.  He even slid his tongue inside my mouth, and I sucked
on it; even his tongue is sweet.  I step back inside the bathroom and just
look at him.  He walks inside and closes the door.
	"What the hell are you doing?" I ask.
	Aaron looks at me.  "I thought my intentions were pretty clear."
	I look into his gorgeous green eyes, and he looks into my blue
eyes.  My heart is pounding.  I can feel the adrenaline running through my
body.
	We move into each other and begin to kiss passionately.  We hold
each other as we kiss each other's lips.  I slide my hand over his back.  I
pull his shirt out of his pants.  I can feel his hands around me head
holding me as we kiss.  Aaron pushes me back against the counter, and he
lifts me up on top of the counter.  We would only stop kissing to breathe.
I pull his shirt off his body.  Damn!  He's got an amazing chest.  I slide
my fingers around his chest tracing every part that was chiseled out by
God; he is perfect.  I slide my fingers over his nipples; they're already
hard.  He starts to laugh as I touch them.  I slide my hands down his abs
and slowly rub his abs.
      Aaron quickly unbuttons my shirt sliding it off.  We continue to kiss
and feel each other's shirtless bodies against each other.  I can feel his
heartbeat.  His skin feels so warm and soft against mine.  "I've wanted you
for a long time," he says as we kiss.  He moves his head down licking and
kissing my chest.  I lean back and close my eyes enjoying his tongue and
lips against me.  My cock is really hard.
      Aaron slide further down my body.  He slides his tongue slowly over
my nipples getting them hard, not like they needed to be harder.  He slides
his tongue over them and then sliding them in his mouth; he begins to suck
on them.  The sensation causes me to fall back against the mirror.  I place
my hand over his head enjoying this moment with him.
      Aaron lifts his head to me and kisses me again.  He unbuttons my
pants.  He helps me off the counter, and they fall off revealing my read
briefs and my bulge.  He looks at my briefs and bulge and smiles.  "Very
nice," he says.  He unbuttons his pants, and they slide off.  He's wearing
a white jockstrap.  I lick my lips.
      "Not bad," I tell him.  "Let's go to my room."
      "What about your grandparents?"
      "They won't come upstairs."
      Aaron turns around, and I slap his ass cheek.  Oh my God!  It has a
sexy jiggle.
      I grab his hand and escort him to my bedroom.  I turn around and
place my arms on his shoulders.  I start to kiss him again.  He places his
hands on my side rubbing my body.  My cock is bulging so hard, my briefs
are about to break, and I can see his bulge in his jockstrap.
      We didn't waste any more time.  We both stripped down.  We stare at
each other's naked body, and Aaron pushes me on the bed.  He climbs over me
kissing me.  Our cocks slide against each other.  He's got one hot body.  I
slide my hands down his back and reach for his ass.  I squeeze his ass
cheeks and hold him tight against me allowing our cocks to feel each other.
      We spend the time together making love to each other.  Our bodies
touching each other while our hands explore each other's naked bodies with
our legs intertwined.  I've only seen Aaron's body, and I always knew it
was perfect, but I've never thought this would become a reality.  I have
fantasized about making love to him.
      Aaron moves down my body.  My moaning gets louder, but we don't want
to arouse anyone except, maybe, us.  He starts to play with my cock.  He
slides his tongue up and down my hard cock.  He slides his tongue over my
balls as he moves back up to my mushroom head.  He slides his tongue over
my head tasting some of my precum; I've tried to hold it in, but my cock is
already throbbing.  He opens his mouth and slowly slides my mushroom head
into his mouth, but he doesn't move down just yet.  He keeps his mouth over
my head.  He closes his mouth and begins to suck on my head taking more
precum out.
      I can't help but moan louder.  I rub my hands against his back
scratching him.  Oh my God this feels so good, and I'm glad it's happening
with my best friend.  I can tell Aaron has some experienced with blowjobs
or he could just be horny.
      Aaron begins to slide down my hard cock swallowing every inch.  He
moves all the way down rubbing his nose in my pubic hair; I haven't shaved
in a while.  He then slowly slides back up my hard cock sucking a little
hard causing me to lift up my ass.  His hands rub over my body as he
continues to suck on my hard cock.  I can't do anything but lay there and
take it, but I don't mind.  This feels so amazing.
      Aaron starts to suck me harder and faster.  I can feel his head
moving up and down as he swallows my cock in his mouth.  He moves one of
his hands against my balls.  He slides his fingers over my balls and gently
squeezes them.  The intensity of my throbbing cock continues to grow as
does my moaning.  I'm doing the best I can to hold it, but he's too damn
good.
      My heart continues to pound against my chest.  I hold my head with my
hands and say, "I'm cumming."
      Aaron continues to suck my hard cock.  He squeezes my balls and
suddenly I let it all go.  I can feel my cum rapidly running up my cock and
the pressure of releasing every drop of cum in his mouth.  He continues to
suck and swallow getting every last drop of cum as it comes out.
      "Oh my God!"
      Aaron gives me a kiss.  I can taste my cum mixed with his sweet lips.
We were both afraid I was too loud.  "How did you like that?"
	I looked at him and kissed him.  "I don't know if there are any
words to describe it."
      "I've waited a long time for you Luke."
      I've waited a long time for him too.  We continue to kiss.  He slides
his hands down my thighs.  He spreads my legs and slides his finger against
my hole.  He allowed some of my cum to fall in my whole.  He moves down
between my legs and begins to lick my hole.  His tongue feels so good
against me.  He slides it inside teasing me.  He then moves back up holding
up my legs and places his cock against my hole.
      We look at each other.  He wasn't too sure what I wanted, but I
wanted this.  I look at him and nod my head.
      Aaron slowly pushes his head against my hole.  He's very patient.  I
can feel his mushroom head pop inside my hole.  Ohhhhhhh!  He slowly slides
his cock deeper inside me.  It's a tight fit.  I've never had a cock inside
me before.  I've done some jerk offs and sucking, but not this.  I wanted
this to be special and now it is.  His hard cock completely fills my ass.
I squeeze my ass to get some of his precum; I thought it would help lube my
inside and make it easier.  He slides his cock out and slides it back in
slowly, but it does go inside easier.  He goes all the way inside and
squirts out more precum as he pulls out.  He kisses me as he begins to make
love to me.
      I hold his head as we kiss and his cock slides deep inside me.  He
moves slowly at first allowing me to get use to it, but eventually our
passion gets the better of us.  He makes love to me faster and faster.  I
can feel his balls slapping my ass; they are full.  As we make love, we
bite each other's lips.  This feels so good.  I've looked forward to this
for a very long time.  I'm glad it's with Aaron.
      Aaron starts to make love faster.  I can feel his cock throbbing deep
inside me, and he starts to moan heavier.  He looks into my eyes as he
thrust his cock deep inside me, and when I squeezed, he moaned really loud
as he shot his cum inside my ass.  He falls on me.  I hold me.  I run my
fingers through his hair.  I squeeze my ass getting his precum out as he
squirts more out inside me.
      As I hold him, I feel a warm breeze inside my bedroom.  This warm
breeze blew across our naked bodies.  I could smell the distinct smell of
the farm.  It was a sweet aroma mixed with some sweat.
      "Shit!" I said.  "Do you think anyone heard us?"
      Aaron looks over and notices the window.  He falls next to me and
lays his head down against me.  "I think everyone in the county heard us."
      We lie next to each other and cuddle.  "Thank you, Aaron."
      "I wanted it to happen," he says.
      "I hope we can see more of each other," I tell him.
      "I'm not going anywhere," he says.  He's got a mischievous smile.
      We spend the rest of the afternoon holding each other lying in bed
together.  I wasn't worried about anyone interrupting us.  Privacy is very
important.  Aaron and I have reconnected again.  I never thought it would
happen in this way, but I'm not complaining.  I don't want to let him go.
      Aaron falls asleep in my arms.  I look outside the window and hear
the birds chirping.  My eyes get heavier and heavier.  This is truly the
perfect way to spend this day of rest.