Moonshine

Part Three

It was a good summer for the corn, and even better for the barley. There was just enough rain, not too much heat. The crops came in real good. Naturally, a big corn crop means lower prices, but that just meant I could buy extra from the neighbors to make more 'shine. Prohibition plus cheap corn meant real good business.

Gabe and Johnny came around near every day, helping in the cornfield and the malting shed and at the still. I paid them for the work, but not for the play. I didn't want to make whores of them, least not more than their mamas had already. Anyway, I figured they was doing me some real good. I wasn't getting near so many nightmares since they'd been around, and even if the sound of a shotgun in the woods still got me trembling, it wasn't so bad as before.

I thought about it, and I figure that it was not the War got me to liking young boys. I figure maybe I always liked them better than women, but just wouldn't 'fess up to myself 'til my head got shell shocked. Yes, I courted Lettie Jane Harrison back when I was younger, but she never let me lay a finger on her. Maybe that's what I wanted.

That summer, though, I was sure what I wanted. I will never forget the look on Gabe's face that first time he saw Johnny grease up my pole and sit on it until the whole thing was up his ass. "How in hell can you do that?" he wanted to know.

"Easy," Johnny said, as he began riding up and down on me. "My hole's made out of rubber."

I have to admit, that was always my favorite way to fuck him, with me lazy on my back and him doing all the work. I liked seeing how his stiff little peter bobbed up and down, and how he would close his eyes and get this look of, well, joy across his sweet face. The one thing I missed was kissing him.

So that first time Gabe saw Johnny ride me, I wanted to kiss him instead -- but Gabe didn't want to kiss because he would have missed the show. Then I got what I thought, at the time, was a very weird idea. I didn't find out until much later that other people did it all the time.

"Well, okay then," I told him, "if you won't kiss me with your mouth, come sit on my face so at least I can kiss you."

Both boys laughed -- even Johnny, who was getting real worked up with my cock up inside him. "You wanna stick your tongue in my hole?" Gabe asked me.

I felt a little embarrassed, but I said, "Well, maybe, if you don't smell too crappy. Did you wash yourself today?"

Mind you, this conversation distracted me a little from my woody getting worked by Johnny's ass, but thinking of my face buried between Gabe's sweet cheeks while I licked and sucked his pretty pucker sure wasn't gonna make me go soft.

"I guess I'm pretty clean," Gabe said, his eyes still riveted to my cock working in and out of Johnny's ass. "Give it a sniff," he said, as he straddled me and lowered his ass down to my face. He smelled a lot cleaner than you'd expect of most boys his age, so I grabbed him and pulled him the rest of the way down onto me. If you never tried this you might not understand, but I thought he was delicious.

"Ha. That kind of tickles," he said, as I ran my tongue in a circle around his hole.

Gabe did not have one of those skinny boy asses. His was kind of rounded, with a little extra meat, so I could squeeze it around my face while I tongued him. Pretty soon I was poking my tongue a little ways up inside him. "Maybe," I thought, "this might start getting him stretchy enough to fuck." Oh, yes! Once I got that sweet backside all over my face, I just knew that, sooner or later, I'd have to get my peter up inside it.

Johnny was getting more and more squirmy, which meant he was about ready to have his thrill. I reached a hand around to work Gabe's little peg -- well, it was bigger and thicker than Johnny's, but he still had some growing to do -- and worked it up and down some. When Johnny tightened up on me and let out his usual loud "Huhhhnn," I delivered my load inside him. Gabe wasn't done yet, but I stayed on his hole and Johnny plopped down on me and sucked Gabe's stiffie until he was done.

And, as they say, a good time was had by all.

..........

That joyous summer carried on. Johnny seemed to like sucking on Gabe's hole near as much as I did, so Gabe spent plenty of time propped up on a pillow so we could dive right in. Really, he liked the squeezing of his cheeks better than the tickling of his hole, but he sure didn't mind our tongues up there. We were fingering him too, working to make him more stretchy. We did some licking on Johnny too, but mostly he liked my woody up there -- and neither of them wanted even to try licking me on account of my hole being kind of hairy. Boys are like that.

"Hey, Johnny," Gabe said after a couple of days, "you got a little one. Stick it up there so I can tell how it feels."

Yes, I really wanted to watch that, so Johnny was doubly encouraged. And I was pleased to apply the lard to both of them. It wasn't that good, though.

"Your prick ain't no better than a finger," Gabe announced.

Johnny, who was having a hard time just keeping his little peter inside Gabe's hole, said, "Well, what'd you think? It ain't no bigger than a finger. Once you can get a grown-up woody up your ass, you'll see how good it feels."

Gabe looked over at me., and said, "Tom, it's time for me to sit on you, so lay down flat. I mean, I passed plenty of turds bigger than your cock, so I reckon it ought to fit."

I lay down flat. Johnny applied the lard to us both, and aimed my very hard dick at Gabe's ass. Gabe tried sitting down on it, but got right off again. "Ow!" he said.

"Push like you're taking a crap," Johnny instructed. "You don't have to take a crap, do you? 'Cause then there ain't enough room up there for Tom's cock."

Gabe pushed, I guess, because the head of my cock passed inside him, and he gave out a big "Huhhhnnn," kind of like Johnny when I got him going real good.

"Just sit the rest of the way down on it," Johnny told him, "so it hits that special spot where it feels so, uh, special."

He let me the rest of the way in. His ass felt like it was sucking on me, milking me like a cow's teat. His little wiener, which had kind of gone floppy when my cock head entered him, stiffened right up again. "Oh crap," he said, "what the hell could be up there that feels so good when it gets a big cock up against it?"

Me, never having been fucked myself, and knowing nothing about what might be up there, said nothing. I just fucked him until he yelled, "Oh, shit!" and popped a little dot of something out the end of his peter. I would have looked at it, but Johnny licked it right off, with a big smile on his face.

..........

I guess it was good we were working in the malting shack instead of the bed when the sheriff came by with the bad news. Well, it was mostly bad, but some good come out of it, I guess.

"I come up to see Gabe," he said. "I'm told he's working here, and it's real serious."

Gabe was down under the shack, raking the coals to dry the sprouted barley seed. I called him out of there, figuring I was not in much trouble. I was right out there in the open malting barley, and there was no good reason for that unless I was making 'shine, but the sheriff didn't seem to care. I called out to Gabe, and he come up from under.

"Son," the sheriff told him, "there ain't no easy way to say this, but your mama's dead. She and Jimmy Bob got in one of their tussles, and I guess he shoved her a little too hard, because she hit her head on the porch rail, and that was that. You got any kinfolk to take you in?"

There would be no amount of cocksucking to get Jimmy Bob out of jail this time, and Gabe just fell against me crying. "I don't know about no kinfolk," I told the sheriff, "but if there ain't none, he can stay here with me." And he did.

It was only a couple days later that Johnny's mama come around to tell me I could have him too for the money it would cost her to get to Chicago, where her sister had a job for her working as a chambermaid in some big hotel, and she couldn't have a kid around. It never cost nobody more than a sawbuck to get up to Chicago, but I give her fifty bucks and didn't bother to bargain. The boys were mine.

..........

It's funny how your feelings change when you're a boy's daddy. We still did our fucking and sucking for a while, but a whole lot more hugging and cuddling. When Gabe finished up eighth grade, which was where our local school ended, I sent him to high school over in Wilburton, because he was just too smart to make his living making 'shine. Now he's in the University. Maybe he'll be someone important some day.

Johnny grew hair down there, and then grew big as a horse, but he still likes it up his rear end. He met this other boy name of Albert Brady who likes fucking him a lot. That is the trouble with loving young boys, you know. One minute they're so soft and beautiful, and the next they're gone. You still love them, of course, but it ain't the same.

I'm not sure if Johnny will want to take over the farm and the still when I'm gone, but I know I gave him the skills he needs -- and I like Albert okay. Even in this Depression, 'shine made me a very rich man. Prohibition's over now, but the whiskey tax is still more than a lot of people want to pay, and I got us some charred oak barrels. Put your shine in those barrels for a year or so, and it turns yellow instead of white. People like that better.

Pretty soon I mean to move to the city. In the city, I figure there will be quite a few boys need a friend, these days. Me, I'm friendly.

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