Chapter 6

I may have put Gavin and Lucas to bed in separate bedrooms, but that is not where they were when Talon and I got up in the morning. We were up first, and had already kissed and stroked each other to another pair of hot gay baby boygasms, enjoying it a great deal, before leaving our room. As we passed the bedrooms, we could not help but notice that Lucas was not in his bed, and then as we passed Gavin's room, we found the baby boys curled up together, their noses very nearly pressed together, still sleeping peacefully.

“Good, I'm glad that they found each other already.” I whispered to Talon as I led him to the kitchen, since we are of course holding hands as we often do.

“Yeah, I was hoping that they'd fall for each other as well. I didn't think it'd take them long either. Hopefully they only kissed and maybe stroked.”

“Same.”

We started making breakfast, and shortly before it was ready, a pair of very soggy baby boys came and joined us, both still rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

“Good morning Babies, had a good sleep I trust?”

“Yeah.” They both said, sighing considerably as they said so.

“Good. You didn't stay up too late talking, did you?”

“No, I got up only a few minutes after you and Talon closed your door, and went to Gavin's bedroom and asked if I could come and lay with him and talk for a bit. We actually only talked for about ten minutes, then we kissed, and cuddled up and went to sleep. I think it was the best nights sleep I've ever had.” Lucas said dreamily.

“Same.” Gavin said.

“That's good Babies, we're happy for you. Go slow, learn each other, enjoy, and soon I think you'll make beautiful baby boyfriends.”

“Thanks, that's what we want as well. We want it just like you guys told us last night, how it took so long for you to finally make love to each other, even though you both wanted and needed it so much, and you both knew Talon would be able to take it, but that it was so much more special and loving from having waited as long as you did. We were too tired to even stroke last night, we just needed sleep, but I wanted to sleep with him instead of alone. I'm sick of feeling alone.” Lucas said.

“We all know how you feel. There's no worse feeling than being surrounded by a thousand people that make you feel like you're all alone. Here we're not alone, here we're all the same, and here we can be who and what we wanna be without shame or fear.” I said.

“Yeah, it's been so amazing, and I can't wait 'til I getta call this place home.”

“I'm not taking you home tomorrow, my lawyer will go there today, I asked him to do so right away, that I wasn't sending you home, so you get to call this home already.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes Baby. Now, go ahead and sit down, we've got breakfast ready.”

We sat and ate breakfast, and when we were done and cleaned up, we all went and got dressed and ready to go take care of our chores. After morning chores, I led the boys to the shop, and then had Gavin teach Lucas, under the watchful eye of Talon, while I went and continued my project.

It was when I felt pee running down my leg that I realized that my diaper is at maximum capacity, and then I realized how hungry I am, so looked at my watch and realized it is two hours past lunch, so I went to gather the boys, and they all claim that they are very full as well, yet very empty too, so we all head into the house to get our super soggy baby bums changed, and then fill up with lunch.

When the boys all stripped, I found that they are all incredibly close to leaking as well, because they too have pee puddled in their plastic panties. We all giggled at how naughty we all are, and then stripped off our sodden diapers one at a time in the bath tub, so as to not have more of a mess to clean up than is necessary, of course wringing out as much pee into the tub as we can before throwing them into the washer. We then headed to Talon's and my bedroom naked, where I diapered each of the boys into our thickest disposable baby diapers, with an equally thick diaper doubler stuffed inside them, and then Talon diapered me up as thickly.

“Wow, now this is a nice diaper. The cloth were good, but this is great.” Lucas said happily.

“I agree.” We all said as one.

Then we all promptly peepeed our baby diapers.

We are now ready for lunch, so headed to the kitchen to get that and eat, and as soon as it was cleaned up, we headed back out to the shop, having to get redressed of course. I was the only one who had to put on clean pants, this time. I continued to work and play, the boys continued to learn and teach and play, and we all had a lot of fun. After dinner we went out and closed up the shop for the night, and went and sat back and relaxed. Once more, I grabbed my computer to check emails.

The owner of the clock asked if they could come out and view it tomorrow at some time to authorize it, but asked that I deliver it to the clock maker once he is ready for it. I answered back with absolutely, and to come at any time between seven and seven. Those are my work hours, and I do not take kindly to being bothered before or after that, though no, I do not always work twelve hours every day, and since Talon has come to live with me, we have done far fewer of those lately.

There are three emails in reply of the ad that I placed for younger horses, so I read them all, and then replied to two that I would love for them to bring out their boys for my boys. The third did not include pictures, so he had automatically been ruled out, I specifically asked for good quality pictures so to ensure that the horse was healthy. I only emailed him and said that I have already found two, so thanks, but maybe next time.

Then there is the email I was actually coming to check on. My lawyer. He says that everything is now completed for Gavin, and while his full Canadian citizenship could take several months to go through, he is now listed as my son in guardianship, with full permission to stay in Canada until he is nineteen, unless he becomes a full citizen first, but would be able to apply to have that extended as well should he not have it done in time. Though my lawyer said he has already put through the paperwork anyway, so he will have it done far sooner.

Next is what he has to say about Lucas. He says he went to see his mom first thing this morning and explained to her that Lucas has found a home where he feels safe and where he can feel loved and nurtured, that he wishes to terminate full relationship with his mother, and that he is there to charge her with mental and psychological abuse if she does not sign Lucas over to me fully, and give him as much money as she is able to give. Apparently all she said was good, and then signed the papers, and though she had been reluctant to give him any money, she did so. I guess she felt this was cheaper than any other way of getting rid of some trash, bitch. He gathered all of Lucas' things, and has them for me to pick up the next time I am in town.

I also have a couple other emails from clients, so I went through them and answered them, but that was quick and easy.

“Okay Boys, some good news in my email tonight. Gavin, you're now fully mine, and my lawyer's already put through your paperwork to become a full Canadian citizen. Lucas, you too are mine, sadly your mom never fought the fact that you divorced her, and only squawked at the giving you all the money she has, my lawyer doubts it was all her money, but there is several thousand, so it helps. He has all your things, so, on Monday, we'll go pick it all up, and get all you boys' paperwork, so that we can get you set up for homeschooling as well. If I remember correctly, with three of you now, that means I haveta set up as a full on home school, which means I haveta register and submit to periodic inspections. You'll haveta go in for tests and whatnot anyway, but I guess they don't want me only teaching you boys certain things. I just hope that they're not unannounced visits.”

To say they were both stunned at all this would be an understatement. I doubt they really heard or understood the last part of what I said, but, almost as soon as I finished talking, they nearly bowled me over, couch and all, in their rush to come and hug me. I held my two newest babies for several minutes, and again, they cried. Finally they let go though.

“I finally have a daddy.” Lucas said.

“I finally have a daddy who I know won't abuse me. Though, there is one abuse I would never complain about, but I know it'll never happen.” Gavin grinned cheekily to me.

“You're right, it never will, but I think maybe you have a loving brother who might be willing, eventually.”

“Oh yeah. Oh, isn't that incest now?”

“Yep, it sure is, you dirty baby boys, but, whatever, incest is best, keep it in the family they say.” I laughed.

“At least none of us are related by blood, and there's never gonna be any girls in any of our futures, so it's not bad.”

“Well, except the fact that I am still kinda sorta sleeping with a minor, and he is now technically my son, but I sure as hell don't care.”

“Me neither.” Talon said.

After that, we did continue our relaxing for the evening, and when bedtime came, I know we all did too. Talon and I made sweet baby boy diaper love to each other, cumming inside each other twice, and peeing once. We are both still so torn as to which is better with each other, giving or receiving, but we both crave receiving so much that we could never not give as well. We are both truly versatile though, so that helps. I hope that the other baby boys only kissed and stroked, though we never asked, but they sure were happy the following morning.

Because I know that there will be several people coming, and I had told the boys that we would have guests coming today at some time, we are not able to wear our diapers quite as thick as we would like, but that is okay, we still get a nice super thick baby diaper anyway. Talon also left off his soother. After our chores were taken care of, we all headed to the shop to continue playing.

The clients for their clock arrived first, at shortly after ten, and I showed them in and to where their clock is, and they both gasped.

“My god, it's perfect.” She said.

“It's incredible.” He said.

“Thanks. You wanted it to truly be spectacular, and as close to the original as I could get, and I think I even got the finish damn near the exact same colour, and for the cost of this, it hadta be perfect. I hope you like it.”

“I think it might even be better than the original.” He said after taking a few moments to truly look it over.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

“And the finish is truly mesmerizing, how'd you get it to look so deep and rich, it's almost like an old fashioned mirror, yet almost not shiny at all, it's just so deep?” She asked.

“It was an entire week of just finishing it, there's probably twenty hours worth of hand polishing in this piece.”

“No wonder you charged so much, but we knew that to get what we wanted, that we'd haveta expect to pay at least that much. This is gonna be absolutely perfect. Thanks.” He said.

“You're very welcome. I haveta go into town tomorrow anyway, so I'll deliver it to the clock maker at the same time. He's gonna install the antique replica glass at the same time, and I've asked him to send me pictures of the completed project, though I've already taken dozens of pictures and put them on my website.”

“Thanks. I guess you'll probably be wanting this now.” He said, handing over the cheque.

“Yes, and thanks.” I said, not even looking at it and slipping it into my pocket.

As we were talking, the boys had continued working, Talon just finishing up the small statue that he is carving. It is a one meter tall version of the statue of David that he is copying from a picture. We had had our backs turned to the boys as we were talking, and had pretty much bypassed them as we came in, so as not to disturb them any. When we turned, she saw the piece that Talon is working on.

“Is that your son carving that statue?”

“All three of them are my adopted sons, Talon is a truly talented carver, but his heart lies in botany, he's learning a great deal about how and why plants grow, and is gonna go to university to help the planet feed its people. He loves carving as well though, and did several of the hand carved pieces on your clock in fact.”

“But, he's only like eight.” He said.

“Almost ten, actually, his birthday's in just a couple weeks.”

“Wow, that's impressive. How much would you sell that to us for, and can we get it with the same finish as the clock?”

“That's up to Talon, he's never sold a piece, just helped me on mine. He has a couple others as well that are smaller, he's getting better, so he keeps going just a bit bigger. As for finishing, I've taught him how to do so, so he could easily finish it. He's the one teaching the other two boys, but they were much more recently adopted than Talon, and he's a way more patient teacher than I am. To tell you the truth, I'm not really a good teacher.”

“May we go talk to him?” He asked.

“Certainly.”

“Pardon me young man, sorry, I think your dad said your name is Talon.” She said.

“Yes, pleased to meet you. I hope you like the clock case, my dad worked really hard on it for you to make sure it was perfect.”

“Yes, we can tell, and as we hear it, so did you, so thanks. We noticed the statue that you're carving right now, it looks phenomenal. Would you be willing to sell this to us, our house is a massive Greek inspired place, and we've been looking for Greek inspired statues, and you can't get more Greek than the statue of David, now can you.” She said.

“Oh, I don't know. I've never sold any of my pieces, and this one isn't even done yet, I still have a few more days of carving and finishing work on it before I do its finish coating.” Talon said, blushing cutely.

“I doubt it needs that much more time, it looks almost perfect already, but I think we'd be willing to give you five thousand for it.” He said, which, honestly, is more than I would have suggested, I would have said three.

Well, I think Talon damn near fainted, and or pooped his diaper.

“Um, yes.” He managed to squeak out.

“Perfect. May we see your other pieces as well?”

“Um, I guess so, but, well, I'm gay, so they're a little more suggestive.” He said, though admitting to them that he is gay did not cause him to blush.

“Yeah, sorta suspected that, but then, our son is too, so we saw the signs.” She said. “We'd still liketa see them though.”

“Okay.” He said, and then led the way to where they are stored, there are three others there now.

“You weren't kidding, were you.” He giggled when they saw the one cherub that has very well endowed and very intricately carved genitals.

“No.” He said.

“They're really very good as well. I think our son would love this one, and I love the other two, would you take twelve thousand for all four?” He said.

And now I am positive that Talon is about to faint. I went and clapped him on the back, and it brought him out of his shock.

“Yes.” He squeaked.

“Excellent, we'd like the one you're working on now to have the same finish as these, they're perfect.”

“Okay.” He said squeakily again.

“Excellent, just have your dad email us when they're ready, and we'll arrange a time to have them delivered.” He said to Talon. Then turned to me. “And who should I make the cheque out to?”

“To Talon please. This is his hard earned money, so he gets it.”

“Excellent.” He said, then wrote the cheque, and handed it to Talon.

“Thanks.” Talon said in a bare whisper.

“You're very welcome, you're very talented, and I can't wait to give this to our son and tell him about you. By the way, I think you're alike in more than just one way, he's in his twenties now and he too wears diapers, and has himself a baby boyfriend. They're so cute together. I take it, Scott, that this is the reason you adopted these particular boys?” She said.

“Yes, I couldn't allow children like them to be beaten and abused and thrown away just because they're so different, like I was.”

“Yeah, we ended up with our sons best friend because of that as well. Truly sad that there are people out there who can't just love their children, but it happens far more frequently than nearly anyone realizes.”

“That it does.” I said, and all three boys nodded.

“Well, thanks, we can't wait for the clock and our statues to all arrive and be displayed. The area of the house where the clock's to be put is ready for it, it just needs this to make it truly spectacular now.”

“And thank you.” I said, and then, before too long, they were gone.

“Holy shit.” Is all talon said when I came back to him.

“Now do you believe what I've been telling you, that you're incredibly good already, and will only become more so. I didn't actually expect that they'd sell for quite that much, and I think it has more to do with the fact that we remind them of their son than anything, which not even I knew 'til now, but it's good. I figured you'd get a couple to a few thousand for this one, and a little less for the others because they're smaller.”

“I knew I was getting good, you keep telling me so, but I don't think I'm that good.”

“Trust me, no one ever does. We see the flaws, because we made them, it's the little things that piss us off, the ones that we just have to accept, because we can't fix them. Doing perfect work doesn't always mean that there's no flaws, it just means we did our best to make it absolutely perfect, and sometimes we do haveta accept things for what they are. Even on the clock, there are things that I don't like, things that I'd change if I could, things I'll do differently next time, but, over all, it is perfect. Same with your pieces, I know the flaws that are eating you up, but, especially in carving, sometimes the flaws are what makes something perfect. Now, this piece is very nearly done, it just needs sanding, and not even much at that, you've done very well with the chisels in ensuring that there'd be little sanding. I think by the end of today that you'll be applying your first coat of oil.”

“I was planning on it, and thanks. I know what you mean, I know the flaws on the clock that you're talking about, yet no one else would ever see them, and even if they do, they don't look like flaws, yet I think it's, what'd she call it, truly spectacular.”

“Yes. Thanks. Now, go ahead and get this finished. By the way you two, don't think I don't like what you're working on, because I do, your eagle's getting really good Gavin, and while it certainly needs more work to be perfect, and possibly more than you can do on this piece, it too shows some real promise. Don't get discouraged if you still ruin it, it happens, just start again and learn from your mistakes. Lucas, your piece I'm sorry, I can't tell what it is yet, clearly it looks like it's well on its way, but same thing, don't get discouraged when and if you ruin it. It'll happen, even to Talon, and to me, being perfect doesn't mean not screwing up and totally destroying something you're working on, being perfect means saying, fuck, that was stupid, and getting a new one and just trying again.”

“We know, we already have, at least a few times.” Gavin said.

“I'm sure you have, and I'm sure you'll continue to do so. In a few days, I wanna get you boys on doing something different, maybe we'll get you boys on some small cabinets or boxes, so that you can expand your skills even more.”

“Okay.” All three boys said together.

A little more than an hour later, someone pulled in with a horse trailer, and then, just as he was about to leave, the other guy came as well. We all went and chatted, twice of course, and Gavin and Lucas are excited because they know that these are their new friends. They had gone to each one as they arrived, and they both found their new friends, thankfully they did not fall in love with the same horse. I had already paid both men via a money transfer, so as soon as they are fully offloaded, they each head out.

“So, how do you boys like your new friends?” I asked once the second and last was gone.

“They're beautiful.”

“That they are. Very handsome young men, just like you boys. What are their names?”

“Mine's called Streaks.” Gavin said, “I guess 'cause of all the gray streaks running through him, it's really neat looking anyway.”

“That'd be my guess as well.”

“Mine's called Cloud, 'cause he's almost pure white I suppose.” Lucas said.

“That'd be my guess as well, and honestly, that's what I would've named him too.” I laughed.

“Yeah, same.”

“Why don't we go shut down the shop for the day, saddle up our boys, and head out for a good ride so that you boys can learn each other.”

“Okay.”

We cleaned up and closed up the shop, then went and got our boys all saddled up and ready to ride. We have already taught Gavin and Lucas how to saddle, so they got to saddle their own horses, but I do still go and check anyway, and had to have Lucas adjust his cinch straps so that his saddle was not too loose. Once we were all good to go, we mounted our horses, and I led the boys on a good ride. By the time we got back, we had been gone a little more than an hour and a half.

We removed the saddles, gave our boys a good rub down and brushing, washed them off, gave them a treat and a snack, and then they all headed to get a good long drink. As soon as the horses were good to go, we all realized that we are also in much need of food and drink. It is almost dinner time, and we managed to skip lunch once again, so we are all getting pretty hungry, even though not one of the boys has become fully accustomed to eating three times a day. It had taken me a long time to do that as well, and to learn to eat slowly, something that is still coming with lots of patience for the boys.

After dinner, we rested and relaxed, had a good evening in, and when it was time for bed, we all went and had a really good time making ourselves more than tired enough to sleep. Talon and I sucking and dildo fucking each other tenderly tonight, and even though with our considerable size difference, we did manage to do so at the same time tonight, but we really only got to enjoy the tips of each others dicks, which we had just pulled out the tops of our soggy diapers. It was really kind of hot, because we could really only just lick each other, and just barely suck the tips, so almost all the pleasure came from our baby bums.

Once well drained and satisfied, Talon and I double diapered each other up, curled up and kissed tenderly for at least ten minutes, and then passed out, still wrapped up in each other.

After breakfast and morning chores were taken care of, we all went and changed our super soggy double night diapers, because we were all double diapered again, and got dressed in appropriate attire for going out, because we have to head into town once again. We are in only a single thickness, but still nice and thick baby diaper, with a proper baby diaper shirt over top, and then clothes to at least somewhat hide what is underneath, though none of us truly care either.

As soon as we made it to the shop to load up the clock, we all helped to make a quick and sturdy shipping crate, using just shit wood that gets slabbed off the edges of the trees when I cut them. Of course I made the crate so that it could be opened with ease, but as we closed it up, I put at least a hundred dollars worth of bubble wrap all around the clock to ensure that it cannot bang around at all. We then loaded it into the cargo trailer, strapped it to the wall so that it will not move at all, and then we headed out.

Talon and I both need to head to the bank to deposit cheques, we have to drop off the clock to the clock maker, stop at the lawyers office to pick up Lucas' things, and then get the boys set up for homeschooling. If that were not enough to do, we have to stop at the ranch store, the medical store, the shipping store, the fabric store, the hardware store, an electronics store, and finally the grocery store.

We got all the most important things done first, before going and buying all that we want and or need.

I need to order more laying chickens and feed for all the animals at the ranch store, diapers and supplies at both the medical and shipping stores, the boys want to make more clothes, hence the fabric store, I need lots more woodworking supplies from the hardware store, Gavin and Lucas need computers for their schoolwork from an electronics store, and finally lots more food. I have never bought so much food in my life, even though none of us eat all that much, still, I am buying four times more than I am used to.

Finally with our trailer good and full, more so than when we had come to town I assure you, we headed home for the day. Talon wants to get his statue finished, I have lots more work to do, and the other two also wish to continue working on their carvings. As soon as we got home, we offloaded and stored everything where it is supposed to go, and then finally headed out to the shop to play.

After dinner, we cleaned up the shop, and then we sat back and actually watched TV for a bit, though I did grab my computer to do my daily check of emails. Because I have an ad always online requesting large fruit, nut, and maple trees, a couple to a few times a year, I go and take down trees from people's yards, sometimes they are already fallen, sometimes I have to do so. I take all the wood, they do the cleanup, and I charge them nothing, usually everyone wins.

Occasionally I have people wanting me to pay for the wood, but no, not with the amount of work it takes for me to get it in almost every case, I cannot afford to pay for it as well, and besides, the removal fee is often higher than the stump fee, so they should be happy that I do so free of charge. Anyone else would charge them a freaking fortune to remove it, and then would just chip the entire thing, no matter how valuable the wood is.

The reason I mention this, I have an email from someone who has two massive walnut trees, four large cherry trees, four large apple trees, a large hazelnut tree, and a peach tree that they need taken down. Holy shit, that is a lot of wood, they sent me pictures of the trees, they are huge, and there is every bit of a weeks worth of work in just getting it all home, let alone the amount of time it will take to mill it all. Granted, I like to dry them a bit in log form first, about a year, to let most of the stress leave the log in that way, then I can cut it and get higher yield from it.

I told the boys that pretty much all projects are on hold for the next several days while we go and get a shit load of wood. They are okay with this, though do ask what help they can possibly be, so I told them lots. I have a massive flat deck trailer with good sturdy sides, and I have a claw attachment for the backhoe of my tractor, for moving the pieces while on site. At home, for offloading, I have a very large overhead hoist system for offloading the trailer, and my smaller tractor can then move them from there into the drying shed I have specifically for this purpose.

We will take all wood, branches and all, because all wood we cannot use in the shop will burn in the wood stoves quite nicely. Granted, I also have a concrete mixer that I mix all my sawdust in with a couple additives, and then press it into logs, I do that whenever I have sawdust and time to kill, so that I can pretty much use every bit of what I get in at least some form or another.

I emailed the guy back and told him that I would be very happy to come and get all the trees, that we will be there sometime tomorrow morning to do so, and that it might take several days to get it all. Before we finished watching TV for the night, he emailed back and said that that sounds good. That is great, because the two walnut trees will probably yield several thousand board feet of good usable lumber, each, and then all the others as well, there is a lot. That will max out my lumber storage for sure, but that is not a problem I am aghast at having. I can always build more storage if I need to. I have never had peach wood though, that particular species does not normally thrive in our area, so I have never worked with it, and have no idea what it is even like. Oh well, worst case scenario, it will burn well.

When it was time for bed, I took my baby to bed and made him feel very good, hopefully every bit as good as he made me feel as well. We came only twice each, and as we often do, we drank all that the other has to offer, and we did so greedily. We double diapered each other, and then fell asleep.

After morning chores were done, I had the boys help me to load up everything that we will be needing, and since we are all still in our double thick and soggy night diapers, we all need a seriously soggy baby bum change before heading out. I decide that we should double diaper again, since we will be working hard, and will not want to change as often. At least that is the excuse, but we all know the truth, don't we.

When we made it to the place where the trees are, a man in his late sixties came out to greet us.

“Hi there, you must be Scott, I'm John, I emailed you about the trees.”

“Yes, good to meet you. I see the trees, I recognize them from the pictures. If you don't mind my asking, why get rid of such beautiful trees, they all still look in great condition, even the peach, which rarely grows well around here?”

“Getting a little on the old side I'm afraid to say, and am having a hard time keeping up to such a huge yard these days, so, I wanna sell and get a smaller place. I know your work, though I've never had the pleasure of having you do work for me, I've had several friends who've had work done by you, so, when I decided it was time to sell, I knew who to call to come get my prized trees. I know for a fact that the second this place is sold, that the bulldozers will be coming in and flattening everything in their path, and it'd be a shame to see these trees just go in a dump, like they surely will.”

“I see, well, I cannot thank you enough.”

“Nonsense, they're not gonna do me any good any more, so may as well give them to someone who can truly appreciate them, which I know you most certainly can and do. You're an incredible wood artist, there's no other word for what you do, and I know that these trees will take on a whole new life and enrich so many more lives as well. We both know what those bastards will do to these trees, they'll get chipped up and made into mulch. These trees that have fed countless families for dozens of years, no, they deserve to go to someone like you.”

“Thanks, I truly appreciate that. Well, my boys and I have a lot of work to do, so I suppose we should get started. Of course, standard question applies, any underground utilities in the area that you're aware of?”

“No, none at all over this side.”

“Excellent, and I just need you to sign this contract, saying that I'm taking your trees, that you and I are exchanging absolutely no money in the deal, and that should anything drastically wrong happen, neither is at fault. It of course also confirms that there are no known hazards in the area that I need to be aware of.”

“Smart man.”

“I try.” I laughed and handed it over.

He looked it over, reading it thoroughly, and then signed it. I went and put it into my truck, and then he went and sat on his front porch and watched as the boys and I got to work. Because the walnut trees are the largest, I want to take them first. I dropped the biggest of the two first, and then had to show the boys how to use chain saws safely, so that they can limb the trees. I have safety gear for them, only because I had foreseen the day that this would happen, so even though the boys had no idea what I had bought them when I had safety gear, they have it. I had also grabbed two smaller chainsaws for this very reason, so that the boys can switch back and forth.

The maximum length that I can safely haul on my trailer is just over six meters, which is usually far longer than I ever need it. The usable trunk on the largest walnut is just over ten, so I decide to just cut it roughly in half. As the boys limb it, as well I am having them break down all the large branches at the same time to easier to manage pieces, I go and drop the next tree. I managed to get all the trees dropped, on our first day, and then I got them all cut to decent lengths, some right to my maximum trailer length, most not, and then I helped the boys to limb it all.

By the time we were ready to call it a day, we had enough logs ready to load onto the trailer, but the walnut logs put me likely over my maximum weight capacity, and even my truck struggled on a couple of the hills heading home. I asked the boys to go in and make dinner, while I got these bad boys offloaded, and by the time I made it in from doing so, they have dinner ready, and they are stripped down to their pretty near leaking diapers. When I checked myself, I find that I have started leaking, but I do not care in the least, and sit down in my super saturated baby diaper and eat, making my pants and chair very wet, it was nice.

We all desperately need baths, so we hit the two bathrooms, and a couple per tub have as hot a bath as we can possibly stand. We had skipped lunch altogether, had had far too little to drink, and worked hard all day long, but we do have a lot to show for it as well.

We pretty much all crashed into bed before our hair was even dry, not one of us played, we had diapered up nice and thick, had another nice big drink, and then crashed. There is simply no other word for it.

It took us a total of five days to get all that work done, and my drying shed is about as full as it can possibly be now. We also have a shit load of firewood that we need to take care of. There is plenty of time for all that though, so we are not worried.

A couple days later, and we are all rested enough, we had had to rest a little more than we normally do, but I had gotten lots of work done still, Talon completed his statue, and Gavin and Lucas have also gotten lots done on their pieces and they too are looking really good. The few days after getting all the lumber, Talon showed Gavin and Lucas how he liked to do his schoolwork every day, and they and their horses also loved the closeness that this afforded them. We rode them each day too these past few days, which is also good.

I emailed the people that bought Talon's pieces and asked if we could bring them out tomorrow, and they responded back almost instantly saying that they would love that.

Now finally rested enough that we are not falling into bed, Talon and I have been keeping each other well drained these past couple nights, but tonight I want and need my baby inside me, so, as soon as we make it to our bedroom, I ask Talon to make baby diaper love to me, and he does so, and then he asks me to repay the favour, and I am only too willing to do so, and fill my baby up even more than he filled me up, and it is glorious.

When we delivered the statues, the people were ecstatic, and praised Talon so much that he could not stop blushing, and even tried to hide behind me, but I pushed him to the front and told him to thank them, helping him with what it had taken me years on my own to learn. Even still I am not great at receiving praise, it always feels fake to me, I always feel that people are just saying nice things to me to make themselves feel better, but that they really hate me. Call it a side effect of how I was raised, the boys feel the same, and so I am trying to teach them this, and am constantly trying to praise them and make them say thank you.

While in town, we make a few other stops, and then head home.

Even though we truly do not get winter, it had still been cold and wet a lot, and finally it slipped away, leading to spring, and to warmer weather, longer days, and more work in the yard. Talon had his baby brothers out in the garden with him a lot to get it prepared, and he had even quadrupled the size with my approval, which I gave quickly and easily, and they are planting a lot. Our first fruits and vegetables have also just started being ready in the greenhouse, and Talon was so happy that they are producing exceptionally well. He has been doing massive amounts of research though, so I knew that he would do well, and he did even better than that.

I have a feeling that the garden too will also produce incredibly well this year. He had asked for, and I had bought a huge truck load of chicken shit as fertilizer, plus he bought something like twenty bags of each cow and sheep fertilizers, as well he mixed in at least two hundred kilograms of sawdust from my dust collector, since I never have anything other than wood in there, and by the time he was done tilling the field, it was the darkest brown I think I have ever seen it, and I always have really good soil, and always get great results from my garden.

Talon also bought a pretty decent sized sprinkler system for the garden with a timer on it, so that it would water the garden every morning at four am, unless it had rained enough. It is a pretty sophisticated system, and only waters as much as is needed, it measures everything, and then does the rest almost by itself. I had had no idea until the day Talon asked me to order it that any such thing even existed, but he had found it online and we ordered it.

At about the same time as the boys were doing all this, one of our neighbors passed away, and when his wife came and asked if we would take all their animals, Talon just looked to me and nodded, and I said okay. The only problem, they had twenty milking cows, thirty sheep, two horses, a dozen pigs, and thirty something laying hens. I had no idea what the hell we were going to do with that many animals, but, I guess, they are free. She also offered me the milking and cleaning stations for a couple cents on the dollar, as well a full sized barn that was a prefab unit that we would be able to take apart and move quite easily with the tractor I already have. Thankfully we are next door neighbors, and I really will not have to be on the road at all while moving all this.

When I asked Talon what the hell he just got us into, he grinned and said that he got us into a fully functioning ranch, and that he plans to sell a lot of what we produce, and that he and his baby brothers will take care of all that. I will help them, of course, but I do have a rather large and lucrative wood working company to run as well. The boys do love working in the shop with me lots, but I know that this is Talon's true passion, and he is teaching the other two a great deal, and they are both soaking it all up, and they are thinking of getting into other fields of agriculture now.

Just as summer was starting, we added onto our ranch once again, only this time, a set of twin baby brothers, gay of course, ten years old, and hot in their soggy diapers. Their parents had been killed when they were just babies, and because of their bladder problems, they had been left to rot in the foster care system, no one wanted to adopt them. When they were found to be gay, though, that was it, they were bounced from one home to the next. I am not really sure how my name got brought up, or by whom, but it was the boys' social worker who called me and explained what was happening, and that she knew that I have taken boys just like the twins in the past, and that she would very much like to have me take them in, that I would be paid to do so and all. Of course, after only a week of them living with us, I told her to make it official, and I adopted them.

Because the boys were wards of the system, she had it pushed through pretty much right away. Thankfully they had not come to us nearly as abused as the other boys and I had been, but bad enough in its own way too. No one should hate a child for who and what they love. They are very loving baby boys, and they love each other a great deal, and even though I suggested that maybe some day they should seek out their own boyfriends, they were both very much against this. Of course, I don't mind what they share, I think it is a beautiful thing, and from the way it sounds, the foster families have only known for a few months, but they have been together in that way for a few years. They do not remember when they started.

I have taken on a few more large projects, and every one of them has gone very well. The boys and I have gone and got a few more trees, and even though we really do not need them, I just cannot pass up walnut or cherry, it is just such beautiful wood. The boys are all doing exceptionally well on their schoolwork, and ace every test that they go in for, and the inspector calls and comes by once every couple to a few months, it is random, but at least he calls first. He is impressed with what the boys are learning though, above and beyond their schoolwork, and because they are supposed to learn other things, he always marks them with A's in these as well. In fact, he loves the baskets of fruits, vegetables, and eggs that he has left with a few times now.

Even though there are not a huge amount of people living in our area, when the boys set up a stand at the road to sell all our wares, it always sold out pretty much every day. They are not manning it though, they just have a secure collection box for people to drop their money, and everyone is using it properly, though I am certain that a few things go missing here and there, that is not a big deal to us. The boys are splitting all the income between them, and though they tried to give me some, I refused it, and said this is really all them, and that I do very little to earn that.

Talon has continued to teach the others, as well as learn more himself, about carving, and they are having a great deal of fun with that too, and even put their carvings out at the road, and very rarely does one take more than a week to sell.

At the end of summer, when the garden was over flowing with produce, the boys picked and packed all that we could possibly keep, and then sold the rest, and it all sold out every day. We have tonnes in the freezers and canning room, which had been an unused storage room, but now pretty much stores hundreds of jars of canned fruits and vegetables, and now holds a second freezer. The boys learned how to do all this, and had done an amazing job at it. I had had no problem buying them everything they needed in order to do so, and they all did it together.

With all the staggered planting that Talon has done, and with as much as the greenhouse is producing, we still have far more every day than we can use, so I fully expect that we will have limited amounts of fresh produce every day for sale, but we also have at least a couple dozen eggs, and a few gallons of milk every day too, which, because our milking machine automatically pasteurizes the milk, we are allowed to sell. Of course, we ended up having to wire up a small fridge for out there, but that is okay.

Talon was just a little more than twelve when he finally gave me his first amazingly sweet load of cum, I had known it was coming for a while. He had been seeping precum for a few weeks, and he had gone through a rather nice growth spurt down there, and filled me up much nicer than he ever had before. So, one night, I worked him until I made him cum hard. I worked him with my mouth and fingers for nearly two hours, making him beg me to let him cum, and when finally he did, not only did he feed me his first load, but he passed out totally.

Still none of the boys are big, we are all still pretty small really, but they are all getting shockingly tough too, but, working on a ranch does tend to make boys much stronger than most. In the evenings, when we are in only our soggy baby diapers, seeing the boys with their well chiseled bodies relaxing is a sight to behold, a sight a gay baby boy diaper lover could never possibly get tired of seeing, I tell you now.

We ended up putting an addition onto the house, adding another three bedrooms, because I ended up finding a couple more boys within the next year after Talon turned twelve, and it was just as easy to add three rooms as one, but for the longest time, they slept in the living room, but that was okay. Barely a month after finishing it, though, we added another baby boy, and then a month later he found himself a hot little baby boyfriend.

Over the years, I have added more and more boys to our ranch, and as ones moved out to go to university, I usually added another one or two to replace him. Talon did go to school, and while he was able to go to the local university, there were still days at a time when we hardly saw each other, but he did amazingly well, probably ten years worth of courses in only four years. Almost every other boy also went and did amazing things, and as the years went, any time there was property up for sale around me, they bought it, and I think by the time Talon and I were together for twenty years, we all owned something like a thousand acres, and are farming it hard. The boys are doing amazingly well with it. Talon of course does a huge amount of research and experiments with the plants, trying to find new ways to grow more, yet be every bit as nutritious, or even better, so that he could teach the world how to feed its people. He does very well, and at least once a month has to go on a business trip for a few days to a week to do talks at universities and other such places all over the world. He has also written three books on the subject, and they seem to be standard reading for virtually every farmer now, because for agriculture books, they have sold shockingly well.

I too now have as many as a dozen boys working with me at any given time, and we do even more amazing work than I have ever managed to do on my own. My teachings come through in their striving for and gaining perfection in every piece that they create. We do still do a huge amount of artwork; carving, decorative boxes, and all sorts of other things, and virtually every type of woodworking project people can come up with to hire us for. I used to only ship to within about a hundred kilometers of home, now I ship world wide. Clearly larger pieces cannot be shipped very far, at least easily, but that is okay, we do a huge amount of smaller items as well.

So, yeah, twenty years ago, I saw a boy in pain, and my life changed for the better just by asking him if he is okay. I cannot imagine how alone I would be right now had I not done so. I wonder if I would still just be hopping from boyfriend to boyfriend, from fuck to fuck, trying to find the closeness that I did not know how to get. Talon and I are still going strong, and even though we have had our disagreements, you know, we have never once had a fight, we both feel that we have had far too much negativity in our lives to give it to each other. We are always so good about talking to each other about our feelings, that we almost never have to worry about frustration building up, thus causing a fight.

Even though this is the end of our story, it is not the end of our tale, and I truly hope that it goes on for another twenty or forty years more.

****Well, if you are still with me, thanks. I hope that you enjoyed this story, and if you did, email me at erich5748 at ymail.com, I would love to hear from you. This story, like many others, was inspired by a real boy that I saw. This one, no clue his name, but I had had to go to the bank after doing a woodworking job, just as I explained, and he was there, he was bent over, and seemed to be groaning. There were no adults around, even though it was pretty late in the day, so it was strange. When I finally stopped and asked him, he looked up, and that was when I saw that he was playing a video game, he had been bent over so that the glare from the lights above him would not blur his display I guess, and I am guessing the sounds he was making were from the playing of the game. I asked where his parents were, and he pointed behind himself into the bank, and I said, good, okay, have a good night, and that will likely be the last I ever see him again. Too bad, but I sure saw him in my dreams that night.

The very next day at work, I saw another boy, and his name was Talon, he too was cute, and his looks ended up being what I based Gavin on, but I loved that name, and the story pretty near wrote itself in my head the entire day I was at work. I managed to get all this written down in just a week, and I am sure that it will have taken me considerably longer to edit it.

Now, while I do woodworking on the side, amongst other things, sadly I do not believe that I am anywhere near this good yet, and though I would love nothing more than to quit my day job and do that full time, it is a very scary thing to do in an era when people don't care about quality craftsmanship, all they want is cheap. The clock that I mention though, a friend of mine, who is a much better woodworker than I ever will be, did do this exact piece, and for that amount of money, so I know it can be done, but, once more, I do not believe my skills are quite at that level yet. Anyway, just thought you'd like to know.

Also, another thing, the ranch is the ranch my grandma owned until she sold roughly twenty years ago now, she was a chicken farmer, and yes, she did have to hold people trying to get across the border, most of the police in town knew her by name, and her neighbors all had to do the same thing from time to time. I have to wonder how this would be received nowadays. So, not all is a lie, but sadly the parts I wish most were not, are. If you liked this story and would like to see more by me, you can find them all at Nifty in the authors section under my name. Also remember that Nifty needs our donations to keep their site free for us all, I do what I can, I hope that you do too. Thanks again for reading, see you on my next.****