My Bed Is Made
chapter II
by CARL DICKSON
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My bed is made but I sure as hell didn't make it. The damn thing was huge. I had to use a
little stool to step up on so that I could get my scrawny ass on it. I lay my precious bundle of baby
boy down to the sound from hell. I dropped to my knees to look at the monstrosity that filled the
entire room, leaving precious little space to move along the sides.
The bed frame was an ancient, really super old, iron conglomeration of welded
convoluted pieces of ancient iron works. The welds were rusting through. In times past someone
had dabbed bits of assorted colored paints(that's coloured paint for my British readers that don't like
American spelling) over the reddish brown spots. The connecting rails had worked themselves loose
over time and made a racket that would awaken the dead over in the next county. Naked springs,
at least a foot thick, sat directly on these rails and added their timbre to the cacophony of
soniferous reverberations. Okay, so like I have spent the last five months locked in my room,
except to go to the bathroom. I have had no school, no friends, no phone, no TV. My only
diversion came from reading my father's extensive library. Extensive my derriére. Extensive
volumes of religious studies and Bible commentaries. The one book I really liked, and which I
read most often, was a tome on building an extensive vocabulary. It worked.
Over the top of this assorted scrap metal heap was a mattress of questionable origin. It
was about six inches thick. I could feel layers of material inside the old grey and black stripped
ticking that I more associated to old pillows. The entire mattress was tied together with bits of
yarn run down through it then back up and tied in a tight knot in rows and columns spaced
approximately four inches apart. The mattress had old, yellowed water? stains on it. Covering
the stains and acting as a bottom sheet was some sort of heavy linen concoction. It was rough and
smelled of moth balls. Have you ever smelled moth balls? I wonder how to get their little legs
apart to get your nose down there. I'm bored with my life.
The final covering for the bed was a stack of three handmade quilts. Four fluffy pillows
lay against the head of the bed. I checked them out. They were feather pillows and very soft. The
sounds that the bed made assured me that my favorite toy and I could not play together. I would
miss that as I had come to enjoy my little friend five or six times everyday. He was the only one
that cared enough to make me feel good. I had learned how to get my legs under my arms and
kiss and caress my mighty friend and drink deeply of the warm milk he so willingly gave up. I
have become a total cum junky and crave the slimy elixir constantly. I really hope that I can find
a boyfriend in this heaven forsaken wilderness.
Little Eric began to cry. Yeah, nobody knows what I named him except the hospital
people. They told me that my dad or nobody else had the right to see the birth certificate. I have a
true copy that I will hang on the wall. Name: Eric Thomas Donald. Mother: Sheila Ann Carter;
age: 14. Father: Mark Allen Donald; age 15. I giggle to myself that I should call my son E.T. I
mean he did appear to the world in kind of a strange way. Hehehe I changed Eric's little wet diaper
and found a bottle of formula that the hospital had packed for me. I would have to go downstairs
and make more formula from the can of mix that I had.
Whoever the hag downstairs was, she was caterwauling at me to come down for lunch. I
gathered up my bouncing bundle of love along with his bottle and the can of formula. I realized
that I was quite hungry myself. I was not prepared for what I saw at the table. A really buff
looking boy of about my age sat smiling at me. A cast iron kettle, about ten inches wide, sat on a
hot pad in the middle of the table. The boy smiled wide as I lay Eric in a makeshift bassinet
sitting next to a chair on the long backside of the table. He stuck out his hand, "Clay. You're
Mark?" I nodded and shook his hand. It was warm and he seemed to linger. I didn't want to let
go. Our eyes locked on each other and we spoke to each other's souls.
We heard the old lady move in the kitchen and pulled apart. Clay served up a large bowl
of thick beefy stew with small chunks of vegetables cut up in it. I sat it before me and inhaled
deeply. I was hungrier than I had thought. Clay handed me a shallow pan covered with a tea
towel. I raised the towel to see thick, hot cornbread. At the center of the table was a bowl of fresh
butter and a small plate with thick cut chunks of sweet white onions. A Mason™ jar of those
little super hot pickled peppers drew my eye to it. I know I am going to like it here as far as the
food goes. This is the kind of food Mrs. Thomas feeds me when I stay at Eric's.
I was stuffing my face when I heard a screen door slam. "Where you been, boy? I called
you to lunch ten minutes ago. The other two boys are already eating so there may not be much
left for you."
"Sorry, grandma, I was up in the loft trying to get a bale of hay down so I can feed the
stock tonight. I found all of these eggs up there for you." That voice, Could it be. Naw, just
sounds like Eric.
"So that's where those silly hens got off two. We haven't had many eggs for several days.
Now we know why. If you're finished with that soap and water you better scoot to the table."
Suddenly he was there. He stopped and stared at me. He looked over his shoulder and quickly put
his finger to his lips. He was shaking as he sat at the end of the table to my left.
"So, you're the new kid, huh?" he said.
"Yeah, grandma said his name is Mark," Clay told Eric. Eric reached across and shook
my hand. He was trembling. I could see tears in his eyes. I wanted to grab him and hold him. He
pushed me away and rolled his eyes toward the kitchen. Silently we stared at each other as we
ate. Eric made eye motions at Clay. Casually I looked that way. He had his face bent into his
bowl as he stuffed his face full of food. I looked back at Eric. He barely shook his head, no.
Then looked down at his food.
The old woman came in and sat down with us. She had a glass and a pitcher, "You boys
care for buttermilk?" she asked. We all turned our noses up. I have never tried buttermilk but I
don't know if I want to either. She poured some of the thick milk into her glass then took out a
piece of cornbread. She crumbled the yellow cake into her glass then filled it to the top with more
of the buttermilk. She took a spoon and stirred the concoction and began to eat. "Mark, we have a
routine around here. You have extra chores in that you have... What's your baby's name?"
I would be busted for sure if I told her. "It's E.T. mam."
"E.T. stands for what?"
"Well, mam, he's a little alien to my life so I just named him E.T. You know like the
movie?" She didn't know.
"What does his birth certificate say?"
"E.T. mam." That was the truth, sorta.
"Oh well, anyway, we have a routine. You boys have to get up and milk the three cows,
feed the livestock, gather in the eggs. We have breakfast then we begin our studies. You will
have to feed E.T. and do his laundry each morning. I'm not ready for the smell of dirty diapers. I
guess we will have to work out feeding and nap times according to how the boy behaves. I want
you outside working along side the other boys. You are here to learn how to be strong and
educated men. Having the education of raising a child at your age is foreign to me. We will work
around it. Any questions?"
"Well, mam, I just wondered why my father brought me here."
"Fair question. Clay there is my grand nephew. His folks were killed in a fire at their
place of business. They tried to save their stock instead of their lives." Clay was crying. "It's
okay boy, it's going to hurt for a long time yet. Clay just came to me Monday. Eric over here is
my grandson. He thought he was homosexual and lived in sin against God. He came here to get
away from the boy who twisted his young mind and get back in touch with his real worth. Your
father was a student of mine. I retired from the school system in your town. I teach math and
science. But don't think for a minute that I can't conjugate a verb or quote Shakespeare. You
boys will get a thorough education and be ready to face the reality of highschool in two years. We
have a very good highschool in this county and you will need to be socialized but you need to
learn the discipline of hard work and know what is expected of you before you can go there.
"Now, as far as E.T. is concerned. He is very young. Does he sleep all night?"
"I don't know, mam. I only got him from the hospital yesterday. He is only six days old.
and I haven't spent the night with him."
"Can you feed him?"
"Yes mam, I have a can of formula here that I need to mix and fill some bottles for him. I
have a bottle warmer that I can plug in in my room and feed him there."
"There's no electricity in that room. You'll have to come down here to warm the bottle.
You can keep extra bottles in the refrigerator. I'll make you a space. You other two don't go
drinking the baby's milk." She smiled as they looked startled then began to laugh. She may not
be too bad and with Eric here it might be great. I will have to find out about Clay though. "My
students call me Miss Irma but with these two boys here I guess you'll have to call me granny,
like they do."
The other two boys did the dishes while I mixed formula. I put five bottles in the
refrigerator and was about to warm one when granny told me that I should bathe E.T. My first
time bathing him without a nurse looking over my shoulder. I was excited and scared. Granny took a large dishpan from a cupboard and set
it on the cabinet next to the sink. She stood over me as I filled the pan with water at just the right
temperature. She handed me a washcloth and a brand new bar of Ivory soap™. I removed E.T.'s
diaper. Granny gasped, "You didn't have him circumcised."
"No mam. Father teaches that true circumcision is of the heart. Circumcision is a symbol
of the coming out of the flesh. It is a private matter between man and God. We need to come out
of the flesh and learn to serve God with all of our heart not some ancient ritual which the Apostle
Paul taught was of no effect anyway." Eric was grinning. He loves running his long tongue under
my longer foreskin as much as I love for him to do it. I like docking with him and making him
cum up under my foreskin too.
I finished bathing my little beauty and dried him off. I powdered his behind. Don't want
any old nasty diaper rash on my boy's butt. I cradled him in my arms and fed him his bottle as
granny shooed the other two off to do their chores. As soon as E.T. was asleep I placed him back
in the basinet for his afternoon nap then I ran out to find Eric.
Clay was using a pitchfork to clean through a fowl smelling coral next to the barn. Eric
was inside the barn. He pointed at the loft so I ran that way without Clay seeing me pass. I
climbed up the ladder but didn't see Eric. In a few seconds I heard him hiss at me from behind a
stack of hay bales. I climbed over the top and looked down. Eric had him a fort at least four bales
below me. I slid down and he pulled me inside. He got on his knees and pulled a bale of hay
against the opening so that we were completely hidden. He had a battery operated lantern with
flourescent bulbs in it that really lit up an area big enough to stand up when sort of bent over. It
was wide enough and long enough to lay down on the blankets he had in there.
He grabbed me and kissed me. I kissed him back. We had our pants off and were sucking
each other in moments. He had his finger up my butt so mine went up his as we instantly filled
each other's mouth with that which we had so long done without. We turned and held each other
taking time to taste the remainder of our cum on each other's teeth. "I have so missed you." I told
him.
"I love you so much. I thought I would die without you. Your father called several weeks
ago and talked to granny about teaching you how to be a man and to meet your obligations to
your bastard child."
"He's not a bastard. I am his father. My name is on his birth certificate."
"Shhh, baby, I know. That was just what your father said, not me or granny. Anyway, it
was all I could do to keep from going ballistic when granny told me that you were coming here.
Shr pulled me out of school when she found out that I was writing to you but she never learned
your name. My mother never told her your name. I hope that mother and dad don't come up here
to see me then we will have hell to pay but until then I love you. Fuck me, please. I need you in
me so bad." Who am I to argue?
We had no lube. He had been untouched for nearly five months. I did the only thing I
could think of. Something I had wanted to try before. I licked and sucked at his sweet pucker as
we both experienced our first joy from rimming. His ass tasted like him. He had been working all
morning and a large amount of his sweat had collected in his crack. Somehow that just turned me
on all the more. I licked up and down his crack. I licked the creases between his legs and crotch. I
wanted all of his taste. I was suddenly a sweat junky, at least for Eric sweat. I dove into his
precious winky hole then back to find more of his juice. I pushed my finger up in him to open
him up then pushed my tongue back in him. I used two fingers to pull him open so that I could
get more of my tongue in him.
When his sphincter finally relaxed I lay on my belly with my arms around his thighs. I
pulled him close to me as my head was locked between his legs and I fed at the back door of his
Y. He thrashed about. He played his hands through my hair. He banged on the floor, which was
not a good idea because we were on the wooden floor, not a bale of hay. When he was wet
enough and open enough I got to my knees. I pulled my skin back and placed the naked head of
my cock at its favorite hole and moved forward. All the way up inside of Eric my cock was yelling
out with his joy. "Thank you. Oh thank you. Yes, I am home again. I will be good to you. I will
make you happy. Thank you." I was feeling good but Eric was laughing at me. It was not my
cock talking but me. I really had to fuck that boy for laughing and he was feeling good in no time
at all.
We lay together for a few minutes then thought that we better get back to work. Clay
would come looking for us and so might granny. I pushed the bale of hay away so that we could
get out of Eric's fort and Clay sat there smiling at us. "You guys sounded like you were having so
much fun. I don't know who does what but I so wish it was me getting it. I haven't been fucked
in several weeks and my ass is so hurtin'" Eric and I looked at each other. I grabbed Clay's hand
and pulled him into the fort.
Clay had walked into the barn to put his pitchfork away and could plainly hear Eric and I
as we lay on the thin wood of the loft rafters overhead. He had climbed up and found where the
bale had been slid across the floor to close up the fort but could hear nothing from up there. He
went back down and found himself a seat where he sat to listen and take his own problem in
hand. When he knew that we were about to climb out of our love nest he climbed back up to
await us.
The three of us set about to rebuild the fort one level higher. We did in just over an hour
what Eric had taken a month to build. We had to unstack the stepped roof then set a course of hay
bales tight at the floor level. We then moved all of the hay loft about as we built ourselves a three
man fuck fort. Our efforts paid dividends as we found a huge black snake and her den full of
snakelets. We had the snakes in a burlap bag and had just set the final bale in place as granny
stepped into the barn to see what we were up to. She hadn't seen any sign of us in over two hours
and wanted to make sure we were not up to any mischief. If she only knew what we were up to
and in. Oh yeah, we had to make sure there was room in the new fort and that Clay was as happy
as us.
We showed granny the snakes. She told us that they should be taken down to the nearby
creek and let loose. She said that the snakes also helped to keep down the field mice that liked to
get into the grain bins. I had to go to the house and take care of E.T. Clay and Eric took the
tractor down to the creek to get rid of the snakes. I sat in a chair on the shady front porch and fed
my little fellow and kept an eye on my two ass monkeys. Somehow I had a feeling of ownership
as I was the super top in the bunch. I like for Eric to scratch me and Clay had a real scratching
sized tool but I was greedy. I wanted to be included in any partay and I would decided who did
whom.
We settled into a routine about the place. Granny had old text books and a complete
lesson plan laid out for us. I didn't have the heart to tell her that her books were old and out of
date. I mean math never changes just the years and ages that it is taught. We were going to study
the same old multiplication and division of fractions that I had aced in the seventh grade. I had
taken algebra in the eighth grade and was into plane geometry this year. Eric and Clay were both
taking algebra two. Eric always was the brainard and was in the advanced math class. We
thought that we would play it cool and see if this could work to our advantage.
When we got into our English books we really had a let down. She was right about
conjugation and diagraming, more seventh grade work. I already knew all that her text books had
on childish little science projects and really longed for the insightful lectures that I had been
getting in Biology. Eric began to giggle as I traced his endocrine system with the lightest tip of
my finger all over his body. We decided that if we really wanted out of this place and get on over
to the highschool then we needed to clue the old girl in.
We didn't get the chance immediately. We got the chance to fool around in absolute
peace and privacy. Granny left us alone so that she could go into the nearby city and buy
groceries and things that she felt that E.T. needed. As the dust from her car settled on the horizon
three pairs of jeans settled on the floor and three naked boys lay down in a triangle as we set
about our own version of solving triangular problems and various outstanding mid points along
the three different sides.
Clay is one super hot cock sucker and I found him most satisfying in that capacity. I did
get a serious beating that day from both of my friends and lovers. They didn't like my way of
talking. Eric said he wanted his old friend back with his bad grammar and his constant use of
double negatives. He missed me. I love him. I told them what I had been made to endure for the
past several months and they softened a bit. Not down there, thankfully, but in their attitude to
the way I talk.
Clay had a fantasy. Eric and I were up to fulfilling it at once. Clay wanted to suck a cock
while he got fucked. I wanted to watch Eric fuck Clay from a very personal angle. It turned into
the greatest orgy that we could imagine. Clay and I locked lips on each other's cock as Eric knelt
above my head and showed the boy everything he knew about fucking a tight piece of ass. I was
so hot as I watched my boyfriend's cock pistoning back and forth over my face and having both
them slap my face with their balls and whatever juices were forth cuming down onto me.
Eric and I changed places as I took seconds at Clay's butt. Clay and I nearly busted a gut as
we checked out the mess on Eric's forehead and nose. I was fucking into Eric's load causing it to
spurt out onto my pubes, balls and anything below, such as Eric's face. Clay and I licked his face
clean for him then I took Eric's cock into my mouth and stuck my ass up for Clay to please. Eric
took a turn at me but we were too exhausted to get to Eric before we figured on granny returning.
We barely made it before we heard her pull into the drive. Even with all three of us in the
small bathtub shower at the same time. We had decided to come clean with granny. As the
groceries were put away I, the chosen spokesman, told granny that the school work that she was
giving us was old hat to us. We sat at the table together and showed her our work. She sat and
smiled at us but did not look at our papers. That kind of upset us.
She closed her eyes and reached for Clay's and my hands. Eric was at the far end of the
table where she couldn't reach him. "Thank you boys. Thank you so much. I had a feeling that
you were all going to do just fine. You have proven my trust in you and my faith has been
rewarded. Now I shall reward you."
It had all been a test. She knew what the current curriculum was. She had our old school
records to show us what we had been doing and where we excelled or fell short of our needs. She
wanted to know if our parents had been right when they belittled us and put us down. She gave
us seventh grade work to see if we would say anything or if we considered this a milk run to just
bide our time until we could leave here. Because of the baby she wanted the three of us to stay
home for the rest of this school year. E.T. would be old enough for her to care for by the fall
semester. She would use this time to prepare us for better times. She was going to do all she
could to help us skip a grade. She was sure that she could teach us all that we would need to learn
in our junior year and in the fall we would test out to be admitted as seniors so that we could
graduate and move on with our lives without our parents lording it over us.
She looked me in the eye and told me how sweet she thought little Eric Thomas was. He
was almost as sweet as my boyfriend, for whom I had named him. She loved her grandson very
much and totally approved of his choice of lovers. She hoped that Clay would be welcomed by
us. He had to leave his boyfriend behind and was sure to feel like a fifth wheel. She told us that
she had another nephew that lived just past the creek that was gay and lonesome but if he and
Clay didn't get along she was sure that there were other boys in the area that he could find a
friend amongst. There were no flies within several hundred feet of that table as three boys sat
with their mouths gapping open as we stared at the little old hag lady through different eyes.
After hugs, kisses, and thanks were met out Eric came and sat in my lap. "You named
E.T.... The baby's real name... You named your son after me?" I had a big grin on my face as I
nodded at him. He wrapped his arms around me and planted one toe jam searching kiss on me.
Granny asked one thing of us. No sex and no deep making out in front of her. She wanted to be
honest if asked about our behavior. And no, our parents were not aware that they had placed Eric
and I together and she would just as soon it remained that we. We wanted to keep it a secret also.
Clay did get it on with his and Eric's cousin. The boy was a hunk. He had been raised on
a farm and had muscles where I didn't know muscles could grow. He and Clay had no problem
sharing each other within our circle and Eric and I had a fondness for Clay that spread to include
Douglas.
We worked hard all summer, without a break. We studied every afternoon when it was
hot. We worked the farm every morning. We learned to work harvest and pick up spending
money for our senior year in highschool. We were model students with perfect grades. Granny
took Douglas into our classes and brought him along with us. He was already a sixteen year old
junior but he was at the very bottom of his class. The last quarter of his junior year he out shined
every other student in his class. He ended with a low B but that was a marked improvement over
his first three quarters.
All four of us walked across that stage to get our diplomas as the top four ranking
students in the graduating class. Eric and I had not invited our parents to graduation. We let them
live in their self righteous world believing that we were suffering the punishment that they had
meted out to us.
Clay had lots of money from his parents death. He wanted us to stay together at college.
E.T. was almost two years old and I had an obligation to him. I went against my better judgement
and put E.T. in day care as I took up morning classes and worked in the afternoon. Eric wanted to
get away. He had a run in with his parents over the telephone and he did not want to meet the
redneck bigots face to face. He took off for another school where he got into drugs. He O.Ded the
third month of school. I never have gotten over him. I met a girl who loved my baby boy. We
never married but lived together for fifteen years.
Clay came back into my life and E.T. learned what I really was. He moved out on his
eighteenth birthday to leave the two fags to themselves. He moved in with one of his highschool
buddies then over time moved in with one buddy after another. Now he is with Sean. Sean is
macho, too macho. I see that look in his eye when he looks at E.T. My son blushes sweetly when
Sean looks at him. I'm queer. I can pretty much tell when I am around a gay couple. I might miss
it with a single dude but when two people love each other anyone can see it.
I asked Clay to go to a long movie as I tried once again to make friends with my son, my
Eric. I love that boy with all of my heart. Now I am sitting at the table alone after another evening
gone bust and cry over my failure. Twenty one years ago today a nurse announced that this little
fag boy was a daddy. I had most of the eighteen years that he lived with me as the happiest
memories of my life and memories that I will carry to my grave with me. I hear a car pulling into
the driveway. It is time for Clay to be home. I will love the one I'm with and always remember
the others.
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