Date: Mon, 14 May 2018 09:11:15 -0500
From: MC VT
Subject: Story Time (Revised)

Story Time
 ©2017 MCVT November 22, 2017
Soap opera and shit bring an opportunity for closeness.


Adult Content:  100% fiction, inc, Mb, rural.
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"Don't scrub so hard!  You're hurting!"  I was almost screaming, standing
in the tub while my grandfather used a stiff brush on my legs.

"I can still smell that crap."  He was so angry with me.  "You know
better...  Don't go in there alone again!"  He continued scrubbing between
gagging and dry heaves.  He filled another bowl of water and rinsed my leg
off, then took my other leg in his big, rough hand.

"Turn around!"  He roughly turned me to the wall and continued scrubbing my
legs.

"If this happens again, I'm going to drag you through the stream and leave
you on the fence to dry!  Damn, boy!  I ought to whip you to hell and
back."

What could I say?  I'd gone in the barn and slipped in the cow poop, got
the shit on my clothes and new shoes, and all over my legs when I fell.
The yellow shit was in my hair and the side of my face, too.

It was cold, wet and slippery and stunk!  Extreme yuk!  I was so upset I'd
hollered till Grandpa came to help me up.

When he got to the barn, he pulled on his gloves and helped me up, cussing
the whole time, then took me to the back porch and stripped me naked, then
wiped off what he could with some old newspapers, still yelling at me.

I'd never seen him so mad.  His face was red and he was fuming!  He threw
things around, slammed the doors and said a lot of bad words.

***

Grandpa had a big farm but leased out most the land since his kids were
grown and Grandma passed, but he kept enough to keep him busy, he said.

Mom and Dad sent me the farm for a month every summer to stay while they
visited the Dad's family.  Dad's family lived in a huge city and I didn't
like it as much as the farm.  Mom was always worried I'd get lost or
kidnapped so I had to stay indoors when we went to the city.

I really loved my vacations on the farm with grandpa, and he was always
good to me - well, until today.  I'd been coming here for six years, since
I was four years old, and I loved the farm and my grandparents.

Grandpa let me help him with his chores, and usually we did a good job
together in the garden and around the house.  Best part was I could go out
in the woods and down by the creek; sometimes we went fishing in a little
boat, then we cooked the fish over a fire on the shore and ate with our
fingers.

Grandpa showed me how to use a knife to whittle wood, and how to build a
fire without a match - lots of secret stuff Mom couldn't find out about.
Sometimes Raul took me with him into town and we got ice cream sundaes.
That was another secret.  Grandpa would get mad if we didn't bring back
more for him.

Grandpa was supposed to be on a diet, but it never worked.

***


Grandpa kept a few steers he raised for meat, and I had sneaked into the
barn this morning to see what was going on with them.  They were tame since
Grandpa castrated them, and I wanted to see how big they'd gotten.

I wasn't afraid of the big bovines, but I wasn't supposed to be in the barn
alone either - there were a lot of bags and bottles of chemicals and stuff.
But I liked being in the big barn - one end was filled with stacked hay
bales for jumping on, and looking at all the old rusting equipment that had
raised so many crops.

Those crops fed my mom and her brothers - in a long ago and distant way,
those tools made me.  Now, the tractor and pitchforks, the hoes and the
shovels were tired and lay rusting in the dim light.  As I touched the
smoothly worn, stained places where the tools were held, I could see
Grandpa and the men swinging them through the air, with their muscles
shining with sweat under the sun.

***


In the tub, Grandpa finally got most of the crud off my legs and was still
cussing as I stood naked and ready to cry - this was humiliating.

"Don't be mad, I didn't mean to fall down.  It was an accident."  I was
getting scared he'd send me to the city with Mom and Dad.

"Damn it!  What am I going to do?  I'll have to get Mrs. Felix to baby-sit
you."

That was a slam to my tender ego - I always stayed with Grandpa with his
helper, Raul.  He lived in a trailer house behind the barn.

It was like "man time" for me since Grandma passed - and I did not need a
babysitter!

***

In the bathroom, my eyes burned with tears about being talked to like I was
a baby and I started rubbing them, but Grandpa pulled my hands away and
started scrubbing my fingers and palms.

"Your mom's gonna kill me if you get an eye infection."  His eyes were
narrow and his lips were pressed together - he looked like a Halloween mask
- a mean one!

Leaning over the side of the tub, he turned the cold water on all the way.
It blasted out of the showerhead and all over the floor.  "Your name isn't
Turner, its turds-for-brains!  That crap's in your ears...  My god, what a
mess!"

Grabbing me by the hair, he held me underneath the shower and started
brushing my face and hands, then all the way down my body, making me blush,
on top of being cussed out and ashamed.

Then his hands went in my crack and between my legs - then on my groin.

"Hey!  I didn't get dirty there!"  I jerked back away from his hands.

"Better check," He answered, "Since you're not so careful lately."

Couldn't help myself - I started giggling - that tickled!

"I don't think this is so funny!"  He grunted.  "Mr. Turd-for-brains."

After roughly drying me with a towel, "If it were up to me, I'd send you to
bed right now without any dinner."

He was still upset as he grabbed my arm and jerked me to my bedroom.

I had to sleep in the old bedroom where he stored a bunch of junk and all
his boxes of newspapers and magazines about farming.

"Get some clean briefs and come to my room."

I pulled on my briefs and went back down the hall hoping for some sympathy.

Grandpa handed me one of his tee shirts.

"Put this on for now.  I've got to wash three loads today because of you."

***

This was the day we did laundry and all my clothes were dirty.

We had a big pile of washing in the back room when he started the washer.
He was still grumbling all the while.

The whole house held whiffs of shit.  So Grandpa opened the doors and
windows.  Still cussing and still slinging things around.

"How long are you going to be mad at me?"  I asked in a very small voice.

"Until my story."  He grunted back at me.  "Maybe till tomorrow.  What a
stinking mess!  Bring the bleach and hurry up!"

Wearing his shirt, my briefs and my flip-flops, we started the laundry, and
then trudged down to the garden with a bucket to pick tomatoes and peppers
for lunch in the heat of July.

It was so hot outside!  I took his shirt off, the sun felt warm on my skin
and the fuzzy leaves of the tomatoes smelled like stickery-mint as I passed
by them dragging my hand through their leaves.  The okra was tall and
straight with doggy-penis shaped little pods.  I liked hiding in the tall,
hairy stalks feeling the velvety pointed baby okra.

The garden was a great place.  Along the fence on one side, dewberry vines
ran wild - filled with blossoms and bees, but now they had hard, red
berries, readying for ripening.

I tied Grandpa's shirt around my head like a turban and we picked fresh
vegetables, and even ate some tomatoes off the vine.  He let me pick
zucchini and eat some of the baby-sized squash, smiling a little.

Before we got back to the house, Grandpa was telling me about the old days
when he was a kid.  He'd won lots of ribbons and prizes for his livestock
when he was young and coops and shacks filled with fancy roosters and
chickens.

When he was a kid, he even had quail in a small pen, but he said they
weren't worth all the trouble.  I thought that would be cool - chickens can
get mean flapping and pecking...

***

We made big sandwiches for lunch and then we halted when the clock chimed
at one o'clock.

Stop everything!  Time for Grandpa's story!  He watched a soap opera every
day and napped about half way through.

In the big room, I watched him as he took off his boots, grab the remote
control, and snuggle back in his big lounger.  Standing by his chair, I
wasn't sure if I would be welcomed on his lap today or not.

"Are you still mad?"  I asked

"Not so much."  He patted his thigh.  "C'mon."

I always sat on his lap during his story.  My family's kind of short, so
even at nine years old, I still fit.  In my mind, I didn't want to get
taller if I had to give up sitting with him - he'd held me in his lounger
every summer of my life - it felt warm and loved.

When the first commercial came on I asked, "Are you still mad?"

He didn't say anything, but hugged me close to him, so I turned over,
straddling his lap and put my arms around his neck.  "I love you, Grandpa.
Don't be mad.  It was an accident."

He grunted and pulled his tee shirt off my head.  "I wouldn't be so upset
if I didn't love you so much.  Just afraid you'd get hurt."  His hand
stroked my leg, "Did you get bruised when you fell?"  He looked over each
of my legs closely.

"I don't think so.  But you scrubbed me so hard, my skin burns."

During the next commercial he got up and brought some lotion, "Let's oil
you.  Get back up here."

I lay back against his chest with my head near his neck and let him rub my
legs while the actors talked and talked and talked.  I was getting sleepy.

Grandpa continued oiling me along my chest and my belly, and I felt him rub
my nipples.  That's when my penis got real hard, but I didn't care, I was
nodding off with a full stomach in the warmth of the room in the afternoon
sun.

"Take your briefs off."  Grandpa whispered and stuck his big hands inside
my briefs.  I lifted my hips and pushed them away.

While the last part of his story droned on he rubbed the lotion between my
legs and then to my balls and I was fully awake, but I lay still and quiet.
Bad touches, probably, but I didn't say anything it felt so good.

When his fingers came to my penis, he gently stroked and kissed my hair,
and then his big hand went around my erection while the other tugged at my
sac.  My hips twitched.

His hand stroked faster and my breathing speeded.  "...feels so good."

"Shhh."

I couldn't hold myself back and I put my hands on forearms and gripped
hard.  "Ahh, ung..."

Grandpa continued until my body relaxed and pressed me against his chest.
We fell asleep for a while and a game show came on - people screamed as if
they got shot when they won free stuff they didn't need.

***

Later, Grandpa shook my shoulder and told me to get up.

We went into the bathroom together and peed.  He held his big penis with
one hand and tousled my hair with the other.

"We'll put the clothes in the dryer, but for now - just stay like you are."

I was still naked!  But it felt good to be naked in the heat.  My skin
liked the warm air all over my body.

We cleaned the kitchen and changed the sheets, working inside until the
laundry was dry and folded.

My shitty shoes came out of the dryer in pieces, so Grandpa and I called
Mom and told her we would go into town and get some new shoes tomorrow.  He
didn't tell her what happened in the barn; he only said he tossed them in
the washer because they smelled like my stinky feet.  He winked at me when
he told mom - he wasn't angry anymore.

That night, Grandpa put me to bed with kisses.

"I love you and I'm sorry for yelling at you, I was afraid you were hurt.
I'd hate to see you crying and maybe bleeding, a broken bone - and the
doctor is so far...  You scared me."

"I'm sorry for disobeying."  I kissed his neck.

When he stood to leave, I grabbed his arm.

"Grandpa, when you rubbed the lotion on me and made me feel good, is that
bad touches?  Mom says I'm not supposed to touch my penis unless I'm in the
shower or when I pee."

Grandpa chuckled.  "It's alright to rub your penis, just keep it to
yourself.  "When they taught you about bad touches, they meant some
stranger touching you.  In the country, it's the men's job to teach boys
things to help them understand their bodies and be proud.  How can you be
proud of yourself if you don't understand what you have to be proud of?
Mighty equipment men have - brings a lot of good things."

We hugged tightly for a long time before he kissed my head and tucked me
in.

Under the sheets, I rubbed myself several times.  It felt so good - I
thought I would faint.  I had to do it again and again - that good feeling
didn't last long enough.  Sleep wouldn't come.

I thought about what Grandpa said and touched myself all over, looking for
more ways to make my "feel good" happen again and working up a big pile of
pride about my penis.

***

When the nightly news was over, I heard Grandpa walk down the hall to the
bathroom, then his bedroom.

Instead of hearing the springs on his bed creak, I heard him rummaging
around moving some boxes in his closet for a while.  Then I heard his boots
hit the floor and the clank of the clasps of his overalls hit the old metal
bed frame.

Since we never shut doors in the house, I got up and tiptoed into the hall
to see what he was doing.  His silhouette was clear in the moonlight from
the window, and saw his big erection lying on his belly and he had
something in his hand he was fiddling with.

It seemed to take a long time for him deal with what he had in his hand,
and he kept sighing.  He took the gadget and smelled it, then felt around
on the little device and I heard a very, very small humming.

Moving closer to the bed, I watched as he lifted his erection and I smelled
Grandpa.  He smelled different without his overalls on, but he smelled
good.  This wasn't his sweat smell, or a barn smell, or even his
grandpa-needs-a-shower smell, but a man-smell.

Couldn't remember where I smelled that before...  But I had.

"Oh, yeah - story time."  I thought.

He touched the little device on the underside of his penis for a moment
while he sighed again.  One hand rubbed the humming machine on his scrotum
while his other hand stroked along his big shaft.

Not wanting to startle Grandpa, I went around to the other side of the bed,
in front of the window and pushed the covers back.  He glanced at me.

"Why aren't you asleep?"  He whispered.

"I want some more touches.  What's that thing you've got?"

"It's your grandmother's vibrator."

He let me watch him stroke himself slowly, then faster.  He lifted one knee
and pushed the vibrator deep between his legs, then his body started
shaking and big globs of white stuff jumped out of his slit.  After a few
moments, his body relaxed and the room smelled different again - like
scouring powder.

He glanced at me watching him.

"That's my cum."  He reached down and brought some to his mouth.  "Taste
it, you'll make your own when your balls get bigger."

He held his penis up and told me to lick the wet, dripping head of his
penis.

"Ew!"  I said when my tongue touched the strong, slimy goo.

"Ew nothing!  That's what you tasted like before you were born.  That's
good stuff, took me almost three months to make that load of sperm."

I didn't understand that, but Grandpa pulled me to him, and then wiped his
cum off.

Grabbing the little vibrator, I examined it.  It was about as long as a
dollar bill and almost an inch in diameter.  It smelled like poop.

"You put this in your behind?"

"Yep."  He answered and pulled me closer, taking the vibrator from me.

"Why did you do that?"

"Men have nerves down there that don't get much attention like cocks do,
and they need a little - well, they need touches too.  It feels good."

Again, I didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Don't you ever finger your ass?"  He put both arms around me and pulled me
against his chest.

"No."

"Do you want to know what that feels like?"

I didn't say anything, because his fingers were feeling along my cleft for
my hole, very gently and it felt strange - different.

Lifting one my leg over his thigh, he licked his fingertip and massaged my
ass - my dick got hard again.  It was so hard, I thought it might pop.
When he started pressing his finger into my ass, it was weird at first, and
I looked up at him.

"Does that feel good yet?"  He asked.  Grabbing my penis between our
bellies, I waited.

It felt funny - "Not yet."

He took the vibrator, turned it on and began rubbing my hole, and pressing
the rounded tip into me slowly.  My breath jerked and I gasped.

He just pushed it against me a little harder, and I felt all kinds of new
things happen inside me.  This was better than the going down the slide at
the water park; the same funny feeling came through my tummy when he
pressed it deeper.

My hips hunched, and it went further inside and I stroked just a few times
before that good feeling exploded inside me.

"Oh!  Ahhngh!"

Rubbing my face in Grandpa's chest hair, I kissed him while he stroked my
hair and told me he loved me.  He gave me a lot of kisses.

"Don't get anymore shit on this sweet body again."  His hands rubbed all
over me very softly.

"I like it when you wash me."  I said, remembering his hands on me with the
slick soap.

He chuckled, "We'll shower together tomorrow, sweetheart."


***

The next morning we got up before dawn at breakfast Grandpa told me that
our "good touch lessons" were private, and when I went back to school to
notice the other boys who stood up tall and smiled.  They were proud of
themselves and their bodies.

"Never say anything about how you learned to be proud, it embarrasses and
confuses the other boys who don't have so much love."

Smiling, I squared my shoulders back and ate my cereal but we were
surprised.  Someone was banging on the back door.

"Jeb!  Jeb!  You up?  Got to take the steers in to town today."  There were
heavy footsteps on the back porch and a lot of noise.

It was Raul!

"Too early to be that loud!"  Grandpa opened the door.  "Get in here."

Grandpa let him in and they sat down for coffee.

"Hey, tadpole.  How's is going?"  Raul always called me a tadpole.

He ruffled my hair and saw I was only wearing my briefs.  "Hurry up and get
dressed if you're going with us."

Grandpa always dressed first thing, so I had to drink the rest of my milk
from my bowl and run to get dressed and came back buttoning my shirt.

"I got `em in the trailer now.  Chester wanted `em delivered early today if
you want your freezer filled for winter.  We better get."

"Your tadpole needs to get some shoes today.  His fell apart in the washer
yesterday."  Grandpa winked at me.  "But we have to get back before lunch."

"It's Saturday, old man.  You gonna sit in your chair till Monday waiting
for your story?"  Raul chuckled.

"Oh, yeah..  Well, we'll go into town and see what's going on..."  Grandpa
replied, and then told me, "Put a pair of socks in your pocket - you can't
wear your flip flops all day."

***

Raul and Grandpa had to hitch the trailer to the truck.  There was always a
confab and a lot of cussing when the Grandpa had to do anything that
required concentration.  Raul added the Spanish translation of the bad
words.

About forty-five minutes later we were pulling the trailer out of the drive
and onto the highway with the radio blaring country music.

Sitting between them, I was warm as the cool air of the morning blew
through the cab of the truck.  Wood fire smoke and the exhale of the crops
as the mist evaporated off them made me love being in the country.  Those
good smells became the smell of diesel and swampland as we neared town.

At Chester's place I had to stay in the cab of the truck and watched
through the back window as they had another confab with Chester.  Now all
three of them were cussing and moving the steers to the dressing-out shed.

The steers moved slowly, with yellow shit still running down their
backsides - and no idea what was about to happen to them.

When they were in the shed, Grandpa lifted his hand and waved at me.  I
jumped out of the cab of the truck and we went into Chester's house.
Grandpa and Raul went to wash their hands before they drank more coffee and
talked about a lot of people I didn't know.

I had to sit still in a hard, old wooden kitchen chair the whole time they
gossiped and complained about everything and everyone.  Chester's wife
wasn't home - he said she was at the church.

Finally, after a lot more talking, we got in the truck.  Chester stood by
the window and told us that the church was having a burgoo-fest all day.

All the way into town they talked about burgoo and I guessed we were going
out to lunch.

Burgoo sounded too much like the word "booger" and I decided I wouldn't
like it.

***

Raul and Grandpa helped me get new shoes.  It felt good feeling their
fingers squeeze the toes to see how much room was in the shoe.  That
started another confab on "growing into things."

At the church, all the old farmers brought their families and ate the
thick, spicy stew - I grabbed their cornbread muffins and went outside to
play with the other kids who brought balls and ropes for jumping several
kids at one time.  We made relays and races for a while, and then played
whip-crack-away until someone's mom came out and made us stop.  So we made
lines and played red rover, then went to the old graveyard to check for
ghosts.

Finally, Grandpa and Raul came out, joking and laughing and called me to
the truck.

I fell asleep on Raul's shoulder on the way home.  He must have carried me
into the house because I woke up on my bed without my shoes and socks,
hearing their voices from the other room.  Sounded like they were fighting
a little, moaning and saying bad words like fuck and damn!

I tiptoed down the hall and went to Grandpa's room to find them together.
It smelled like men for sure - all sweaty and ripe!  Raul and Grandpa were
both naked on the old bed - they were kissing!

Yeah, Grandpa's farm hand was lying on top of Grandpa kissing him hard and
his hand was pinching Grandpa's nipple!

Quietly, I went around to the other side of Grandpa's bed and watched them.
Grandpa noticed me and smiled, and then Raul looked over at me.

"Hey, tadpole!"  Raul said.  He was smiling as he got up on his knees
between Grandpa's legs.

Wow!  Raul was naked and his chest was pale and smooth.  The darkest part
of his naked body was a small wad of hair with a long, thin bluish pecker
laying over two big, dark red balls.  He reached down to cup his balls and
smiled at me.

"You like that?"  He teased me.

"The boy got a lesson on being proud of his body last night."  Grandpa
said.

"Good - you want another lesson today?"  Raul got that naughty look on his
face and his eyes twinkled.

I nodded, wondering what they would do.

"He likes the vibrator on his ass."  Grandpa chuckled.

Raul looked at me and grinned.  "Get you clothes off, boy and get up here."

As I undressed he explained that when I touched myself, it was good - but a
lot better if someone else helped.

"The ol' third leg likes a third hand sometimes."

When I was naked, climbing back on the bed, Raul grabbed me and held me
against his body.  "Ooo-wee, you got a lot to be proud of boy!"

Then, he laid me beside Grandpa and kissed me all over my face and my
belly.  Grandpa was watching with a smile.

Then, Raul started tickling my ribs while his head moved down toward my
belly button.  He licked it, sticking his tongue into it hard!

After blowing a few fart bubbles on my tummy and my groin, I felt his stiff
stubble rubbing on my skin while he took long breaths through his nose at
the place where my balls and my cock met.  He stopped tickling and opened
my legs putting his face near my balls.

Raul looked up over my tummy, "You know what's better than hands?"

"Soap?"  I guessed, remembering Grandpa washing my butt.

He growled, and gave me a mean look.  "No! Tongue!"  With that he quickly
sucked my penis and balls into his mouth all at once like a vacuum attack!

I gasped; Grandpa was chuckling.  "That Raul!  He's a weasel between the
sheets."  That didn't register I was so excited.

Raul's tongue poked everywhere while he sucked and licked.  My pecker was
hard as a rock and hot!  His mouth sucking and pulling on me and nipping my
balls with his lips made me breathe fast.  This was great!

Raul shoved my legs farther apart, and Grandpa lifted my knee, putting my
calf on his hip.  "Hold your other leg up."

I noticed that Raul was letting a lot of spit drip down between my legs
making me very wet where I was usually dry.  His spit dripped all the way
to my asshole.

Grandpa slid his arm under my head and kissed me on my hair and the side of
my face while Raul shoved his hands under my butt, pulling my cheeks apart
wide and lifting them to his face.

Raul pressed his face between my legs, his stubble felt like sandpaper
scratching the inside of my thighs and his nose pressing into my ball sac.
I could feel his breath.  He grabbed my skin between his teeth several
times and nibbled me making me jump a little.  Then I felt his wiggly
tongue poking into my ass.  I think I almost fainted when he started
licking my ass.

When his face was deep in my cleft, and his tongue in my ass he did the
strangest thing.  He started humming, making little vibrations all over me.

"Grandpa!"  I whispered between breaths.

He only chuckled and kissed me, "That's my favorite song..."

My breath jerked and I gripped my hands tightly into Raul's thick, black
hair.  He looked up at me while he worked his middle finger up my butt.
When he started feeling around inside me, I pressed my butt against his
hands.

"What a man!"  He chuckled, and moved his head back to my groin rubbing his
chin on my balls while he stuck his tongue into the slit of my shaft.
Then, he pushed my foreskin all the way back with his lips and blew a puff
of air on my glans, cooling it slightly.

He watched my face for a few moments and rubbed inside me.  My whole body
tensed.

"Okay, tadpole, you're gettin' the short course on frog husbandry."  He
began licking and sucking, his head bobbing on my short rod while his
finger was working like inside my ass where it felt so good.

Orange gelatin dessert!  I think I turned into a wet, wriggly mess right
before the feel good happened again, I was breathing really fast for a few
moments.

Grandpa was laughing and squeezing me against him hard.

***

A few fantastic moments later I was laying between two men letting them
kiss me and touch me everywhere.

"Raul, let's get cleaned up on the porch."

Grandpa took us out to the back porch, and soft, dim light of the evening.

We took turns pouring water over each other, naked and sharing an old, hard
bar of white soap - the kind that made my skin tight after I dried off.

Grandpa told me to wash his big balls and let me explore around his
foreskin and all over his cock.  That made him hard.

Then, he washed me gently, kissing me, and rubbing his big hands all over
me, then he and Raul washed each other with a lot of kissing.

The soapy water ran down the weathered boards of the porch and dripped into
the rocky path around the house.  After working the old pump handle hard,
Grandpa picked up the bucket and poured the cold water over us.  The well
water smelled like iron, and it mixed with the smell of Grandpa and Raul
and the soap.

Raul looked over at me, "Such a beautiful boy - so strong.  Are you proud
of yourself?"

"Yeah, are you proud?"

"Couldn't be prouder."  He went into the house and brought back beers for
Grandpa and him.  He let me have a sip of his.

We sat on the edge of the porch swinging our legs and watching the
lightening bugs come out.  Soon, I heard the night birds' songs.  The heat
of the earth rose to dry the droplets of water off our skin.

When it was so dark we couldn't see anything but stars and a pale sliver of
moon, Raul made huevos rancheros for our dinner, but he didn't go back to
his place.  We all slept together, even though I was crammed between them.
It was hot, and we didn't use a sheet, but it felt great to be between two
big men who loved me.

Before I fell asleep, Grandpa told me he would show me how to take care of
the wood in the morning.

"You mean bring in wood for the fireplace - it's too hot for a fire."

"Not that kind of wood."


Fin.