Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 22:04:28 EST
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Surviving the Depression-8

This is the to let you all know that if you don't want to read about men and
youths having sex then it is time to go somewhere else.  This is the 8th
chapter in this story.  If you have any comments about the story please send
them to chartoe@aol.com.


			Surviving the Depression-8


	The following morning Dad and I woke up a little earlier than usual
and I decided to tell him about the plan I had worked out with Mr. Wells
and Stan.  I had set it up so Stan could have a job cleaning up Mr. Wells
office in the afternoon, and if they wanted to do something with each other
there wouldn't be any reason for people to think anything was going on.
Mr. Wells had agreed to pay Stan a little for the job that he was actually
expected to do and anything else was between them.  This would give Stan a
little money that he could use for whatever he wanted.  The best part of
the deal was that if would give Mr. Balkin some relief of trying to
satisfying Stan all the time.
	Dad sat there and quietly listened as I laid out all the details.
When I had finished I looked up at him and asked, "What do you think."
	"Sounds like you have everything covered to me."  Dad said as he
gulped down the last of his coffee.
	"Don't let me forget we have to go by that farmers place and pick
up the cow and feed for Grandma," He said as he stood up and grabbed his
hat.
	"We have to finish moving Mr. Wells today and you also have an
appointment with Mr. Thompson at Joe's tonight."  He said as we walked to
the truck.
	The day at work was the same as usual except John ran on and on
about what he was going to do with the money he was to get from
Mr. Wells. I just listened to him as he talked about the candy he would get
for the kids and maybe a new shirt and pants and maybe something for his
mother and father.  It was apparent that John had not had much money of his
own to spend and was really getting worked up about being able to just walk
into a store and buy what he wanted.
	I decided that he could help us get the cow and feed and I would
pay him for his help.  That would allow him to have even more money to
spend.
	We finished the day's work and started back to camp, I told John
that we would come by and pick him up in a few minutes so he could go help
us before we went to help Mr. Wells.  He said he would be waiting as he ran
off toward his tent.
	We went to our shack and then returned to the truck and put a
couple of planks on the back for what reason I wasn't sure, but I figured
Dad would let me know when it was time.  As we got back to John's tent he
was waiting outside and ran up to the truck.  We didn't have to travel far
until we were at the farmer's house.  We went into the barn and started
carrying out bags of feed as the farmer led the milk cow out.  I looked at
Dad and was wondering how we were going to get the cow onto the truck.  He
walked over and pulled the planks down and made a ramp so that the farmer
could lead it onto the bed of the truck.  They then tied its head and legs
to the sides of the truck so that it couldn't move.
	The farmer informed Dad that the cow needed to be milked at least
once a day and was very gently and wouldn't wander off if it got loose.
John and I stood up in the back of the truck to help keep the cow calm as
possible while we drove back to the camp.
	When Grandma saw the cow she almost started crying and told us to
carry it around to the back where the chickens were.  When we got there I
noticed that someone had built the pen for the chickens and there was room
to tie the cow up.  Several of the men whose children ate at Grandma's came
over to see what was going on and then decided to help with the unloading.
They all started gathering some wood and quickly built a small shed for the
cow and a place to store the feed for the chickens and the cow.  One of the
men said he knew where he could get plenty of hay for the cow that the
farmer he knew was all but throwing it away.
	Dad looked at me and said, "We must be going if we are to finish
everything else we are to do tonight."
	"Oh, yeah, almost forgot?"  I said as I yelled for John to come so
we could finish moving Mr. Wells.
	John and I ran to the truck as Dad walked back watching all the
children trying to get a look at the cow.
	As we got into town I told Dad to let me off at Mr. Balkin's store
and I would get Stan and we would meet them at Mr. Wells' old office.  As I
went in I decided it was time to let Stan know about what I had been trying
to set up with him and Mr. Wells.  I also let Mr. Balkin know so that there
didn't have to be any secrecy about what was going on.  Mr. Balkin listened
and agreed that it was fine by him and it also gave Stan a chance to make a
little extra money for himself.  Stan looked at me and asked, "What does
Mr. Wells think about the idea?"
	"He's ok with it and he said you could have the job of cleaning up
his office even if you didn't want to do anything else."  I told him.  "He
also said that if you did it would always be left up to you and always on
your terms."
	"I'll have to thank about it."  Stan said.
	"Ok, now lets get over to his office and get him moved."  I said as
I started out the door.
	When we got there they had all ready backed the truck up to the
office building and had started loading the lighter stuff on the truck.
	"Well glad to see you two could make it here before we got started
on the heavy things."  Dad jokingly said.
	"Come on it want take but a few minutes and we will be through
here."  Mr. Wells said.
	We all got busy and the office was empty within fifteen minutes and
we were headed to the other building.  When we got there the unloading took
even less time and we started moving the heavier things to places where
they probably would stay.  Mr. Wells was running around trying to arrange
desk, file cabinets, tables, and chairs.  He finally stopped and said,
"That's it, that is all we can do until I get in here and start to work,
then I might have to move things around again."  "Let's all go over to the
cafe and I will treat us all to supper."
	We all looked at each other and then put whatever we had down and
started toward the door.  We were close enough to the cafe that we decided
to walk.  On the way we passed a couple of men walking out and one of them
stopped and looked at me.  He then said, "Hey don't we both have a friend
named Joe."
	I looked up at him and realized that this was the very well hung
gentleman that I had met at Joe's house.  I also knew that he was trying to
talk to me without bringing any unwanted attention to me.
	"Yea, I know Joe and I think I did meet you there once."  I said
with a big sigh.
	"Plan on being out there any time in the future?"  He asked as he
looked around and noticed Dad looking at us with a little concern on his
face.
	Dad then said, "We might be out there later on tonight."
	"Good, I was thinking of going by and seeing how Joe has been
getting along, might see you out there."  He said as he waved at me and
continued on his way.
	Stan and John had kept going when the man had stopped me and they
didn't really hear the conversation.  Mr. Wells did and asked if everything
was all right.  When I assured him it was we started walking on to the
Cafe.
	We all walked in together and the waitress came up to us with a big
grin on her face and instructed us to follow her to the VIP section of the
cafe.  We all sat down and she took our order for drinks and then proceeded
to let us know what the evening special was.  Mr. Wells looked at the three
boys and said, "Do you want the special or do you want something else on
the menu?"
	"Do we get dessert with the special? Stan asked looking at the
waitress.
	"Yes, and you can have a large piece if I can get the owners head
turned."  She said as she smiled at Stan.
	"Look's like 5 specials."  Mr. Wells said as he looked at each of
us.  "And lots of gravy on my potatoes and roast."  He added.
	"Well Stan are you going to come over and clean my office for me
each day?"  Mr. Wells asked.  "You want get rich, but for half an hour of
work five days a week it's not a bad job."  He continued.  "From time to
time I may have some other small jobs to do that I can pay you extra for."
	Stan looked at me and then at Mr. Wells and said, "I'm willing to
give it a try."
	"Ok, that's settled for now."  Mr. Wells said as the waitress
started handing out our meals.  We all dug in and enjoyed the food.  When
we had finished the waitress came by and asked what we wanted for dessert.
She returned with larger than average helpings of dessert for each of us
and we didn't mind it either.  In a few minutes when she returned all of
our plates were cleaned and she held the ticket up and asked who was paying
for it this time.  Mr. Wells grabbed the ticket and said it was his treat
today.
	We all got up and started out the door when Mr. Wells yelled for us
to wait for him before we took off.  When he got out side he handed the
three of us five dollars each and then handed Dad even more.  John and Stan
just kind of stared at the money as though they had never seen so much at
one time.
 	"Thanks, Mr. Wells, and if you ever need any help don't forget
about me."  John said as he placed the money in his pocket.
	"Yeah, me too."  Stan replied.
	Stan and Mr. Wells started off toward their homes as we climbed
into the truck and headed off toward camp.  When we let John off I pushed
my five dollars in his pocket and told him that was for helping with the
cow.  Before he could pull the money out of his pocket Dad drove off and I
waved back at him.
	We got to Joe's house before anybody else got there and went in as
Joe yelled for us to come on in.  He was in the kitchen cleaning up some
dishes and getting some glasses down.  He asked if we wanted something to
drink while waiting for Mr. Thompson.
	As we sat there waiting Dad told Joe about the gentleman we had met
in town and that there was a chance that he might drop by.  Joe said it was
all right by him but he wanted to know if the man had said anything out of
place.  Dad informed Joe that the man had been as discreet about it as he
could and there was no harm done.
	After a little while Mr. Thompson drove up and sat down and placed
his briefcase on the table.  As he opened it up he looked at me and said,
"Got some great news for you."
	"Made all the deals that were needed and your Grandparents agreed
to work the land that you are buying and they seemed all right with the
story that I told them about wanting the land to show some profit for my
bank."  "Also checked up on them and found out that they are actually good
farmers and until the bottom fell out of the farming market they actually
did very well."  He said as he looked right at me.
	"Now here I have you passbook account and you can bring it in every
month and they will post the amount of your account in it."  "Also if you
have any other money to add to it they can tell you at the window how to
deposit into your account."  "Now remember I will put some money in it
every month for you and you only have to see me a couple of times a week,
or more if you want to."  He added.
	"The best time for you to come to the bank if you wish to see me is
after 4:30, that way I will probably be through with all my work and we can
have some time together."  He said.  "Now are there any questions you
have?"  He asked.
	"I have this much money in the bank right now?"  I asked as I
noticed the balance of 500 dollars written in the little book.
	"Yeah, wanted you to start out with a little something, but don't
get to happy and start spending it all, it's best to save as much as you
can especially in this day in time."  Mr. Thompson said.
	Dad spoke up and said, "That's what I have been trying to tell him
ever since we got here."
	"Yeah, I know I have heard of his exploits around town and I
approve of what he has done so far."  Mr. Thompson said, "Also heard of
your purchase of livestock too."  He said as he looked over at Dad.
	"Now that we all feel real good about ourselves can the boy and I
use your bedroom Joe."  Mr. Thompson asked.
	"Sure, might as well it's not getting much use from me."  Joe said
with a little frustration in his voice.
	Dad looked at him and said, "Tell you what while they are in there
we can play around out here, if you don't mind an old guy."
	"Hey, as horny as I feel I want turn anybody down."  Joe said as he
started loosening his clothes.
	Mr. Thompson and I went to the back bedroom and started undressing
each other.  When he had removed my shirt he told me to let him do the
rest.  He leaned down and slowly sucked on each of my nipples.  I just
reached behind his head and started running my fingers in his hair.  He was
moaning as his body started rubbing up and down on mine.  He reached down
and undid my pants as he kept sucking on my breast.  He slid my pants and
underwear down with one push.  He then traced his tongue down my chest and
belly and then around the head of my hard cock.
	As he slid my cock in his mouth he started moaning and rubbing my
ass with his hands.  He pushed me towards the bed but I stopped and told
him to let me do the same to him.  He stood up and dropped his pants and
underwear and stepped out of his shoes.  His cock and balls were covered up
by his belly so he walked over to the bed and flopped down on his back and
said, "There that should make it easier for you."
	I climbed up on his large belly and leaned forward and sucked one
on his large breast into my mouth.  He moaned as he reached for my cock and
started slowly running his hand up and down it.  I moved over and took the
other breast in my mouth and started humping his belly as I sucked on his
nipple.  He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer as I rubbed against him.
When I released his breast I immediately slid down and took his cock in my
mouth and knew he was not very far from cumming.  He groaned a couple of
times as his whole body jerked and his cum shot into my mouth.  I continued
to suck until his cock had gone soft and stopped shooting.
	"Fuck me now."  He said as he pulled his legs up so that his
asshole could be seen.
	I leaned over and licked all around the crack of his ass and then
got the oil from the table and started rubbing his asshole with it.  He
started trying to push his asshole at my fingers every time they passed
close to it.  I moved up and slid my dick in with the sound of a moan
coming from Mr. Thompson's mouth.  As I picked up the pace the moans got
louder and louder and I noticed his dick was at full erection again.  It
only took a couple of seconds until his cock was squirting cum all over me.
The cum was running down my stomach, onto my cock, and finally into his own
asshole as my dick worked like a piston driving in and out of his asshole.
	With all the oil and cum that was around his asshole my dick was
sliding in and out with so much ease that it started making a squishing
sound, along with the sound of my balls slapping against his ass.
	"Hey that sounds so sexy back there."  He said as I noticed his
cock beginning to rise again.
	"That feels so good, now fuck me as hard as you can."  He said as
he started pinching his nipples and rolling his head from side to side.
	I was fucking him with all my might but it was so loose that I was
getting very little friction and felt that I could continue this for hours
before I had to cum.  After about ten minutes of this I had to slow down
and catch my breath.  We were both soaked from the sweat from out bodies
and I was not even close to cumming yet.
	"Why you stopping?"  Mr. Thompson asked.
	"Have to catch my breath, besides it's to wet down here, I may
never cum like it is right now."  I told him as I slowly pumped in and out.
	"Why don't you go get Joe and Dad and see if they can help us out?"
He said.
	"Are you sure that's what you want?"  I asked as I stopped
completely.
	"Yeah, go see if they can come in here."  He said.
	I grabbed my underwear and walked back down the hall and was
surprised to see Joe and Dad sitting on the sofa in their underwear and the
gentleman from earlier in the day was sitting there talking to them.
	"Is something wrong?" Dad asked since I was in my underwear and
apparently still hard.
	"No, nothing wrong, but Mr. T.....the man back here wanted to know
if you and Joe could join us?"  I said as I noticed the bulge in the
gentleman's pants.
	"What about me?"  The other man asked as he looked at Joe and Dad.
	"Ok, but remember who you see here goes no further than here."  Joe
said.
	As we walked back in the room Mr. Thompson raised his legs back up
and said, "The kid has really got me hot but needs some help."
	Joe and Dad immediately pulled their underwear off and moved over
to Mr. Thompson's ass.  Joe plunged his cock into the ready asshole and
just moaned as it went all the way in without any resistance.  He started
fucking as fast as he could as I walked around and started pulling on
Mr. Thompson's breast.  He motioned for me to move my dick closer to his
mouth and then sucked it in and started moaning again.  Dad moved around to
where he could rub Mr. Thompson's stomach and helped hold his legs up so
Joe had all the room he needed to really fuck Mr. Thompson's asshole.
	Joe lasted a few seconds and then was blasting away.  Dad quickly
moved around and pushed his dick in and started pumping away.
Mr. Thompson's dick was again hard and about to shot its load.  Dad noticed
and started thrusting faster.  When Mr. Thompson came his cum ran down
Dad's belly and around Mr. Thompson's asshole just as it had with me.  That
was all it took as Dad blasted his load deep in Mr. Thompson.  As he
finished the other gentleman pulled Dad back and moved into position to ram
his very large cock into Mr. Thompson's asshole.
	"Wait, we better be sure that it is all right with Mr. T the man
here before you do that."  I yelled as Mr. Thompson raised up and looked at
the biggest piece of man meat he had ever seen.
	"Easy, go ahead but take it easy."  Mr. Thompson said as he lay
back down.
	Joe and Dad each took one of Mr. Thompson's legs and pulled them up
and back to spread his asshole as much as possible.
	The gentleman moved in next to the asshole and rolled the head of
his cock around in the oil and cum that was running down the crack.  He
placed the head at the entrance and pushed.  Half of his dick slid in
before he stopped to let Mr. Thompson get use to it.  Mr. Thompson's body
jerked but then relaxed as he pushed the rest of his dick inside.
	"Boy you guys really got this asshole ready for a cock."  He said
as he started pumping faster and faster.
	After a little while Mr. Thompson's cock was shooting again as he
was moaning with my cock in his mouth.  The man was fucking him so hard and
fast that the whole bed was shaking back and forth.  He reached up and
grabbed Mr. Thompson just above his waist and started taking long hard
thrust as his face contorted and he started blasting his hot cum deep
inside Mr. Thompson.  Mr. Thompson just moaned as his whole body relaxed
and he let my dick slide out of his mouth.
	"That was great guys."  Mr. Thompson said as he just lay there on
the bed catching his breath.
	"I still want the kid."  The other guy said as he pulled his semi
erect cock out of Mr. Thompson's ass and started stroking it.
	"All right, we'll leave the two of you alone now."  Dad said as he
and Joe grabbed their underwear and left the room.
	"Mind it I stay and watch?"  Mr. Thompson asked.
	"I guess that's only fair."  He said as he moved over to the chair
and sat down.
	"Kid do you remember what I like to do?"  He asked looking at me.
	"I remember."  I said as I reached for the oil and smeared some on
my asshole.  I moved over to the chair and straddled his lap as I faced
him.  He picked me up and I grabbed his cock and aimed it at my asshole.
He gently let me down until the head of his cock had slid inside.  My body
tensed up from the pain that hit me when the head popped in.  He held me
still until I relaxed and then pulled my body close to his and started
slowly lowering me down on his cock.  Every once and a while he would pick
me up a little and then slide me back down.  It took at least five minutes
before he had all of his cock in my ass.
	He then started thrusting his cock up at my asshole trying to get
even more inside.  He grabbed my hips and started picking me up a few
inches and then thrusting me back down on his cock.  This was more than
Mr. Thompson could stand as he raised all the way up on the side of the bed
and started playing with himself.
	"Hey I have to get in on that."  Mr. Thompson said as he got down
on all fours and crawled over to where we were.  He forced the gentleman's
legs as far apart as he could and then leaned in and started sucking on his
balls.  The man's dick was feeling really good in my ass so I wrapped my
arms around his neck and started driving up and down on his cock.  After
about three or four thrust my cock shot cum all over me and the other man's
belly and chest.  I kept up the thrusting and a few seconds I was cumming
again.  This went on and on for I don't know how long.  I was in a trance
and the only thing I know was that I couldn't stop because I knew the
feeling would stop if I did.
	I felt the hot liquid from the man's dick as it exploded into my
insides.  The next thing I remember was cold water splashing on my back and
head.  As I gasped for air I stopped riding the man's dick and he quickly
pulled me off.
	"Now that was something."  He said looking at me and then at
Mr. Thompson standing there with an empty flower vase in his hand.
	"Never seen anything like that either, the kid would have fucked
your cock until he passed out I guess."  Mr. Thompson said.
	I just laid there on the floor trying to figure out what had
happened while my hips were still trying to hump at something.
Mr. Thompson picked me up and put me in a bear hug as I humped his stomach
uncontrollably.  He just held on me and kept saying go ahead relieve
yourself.  I humped for a few more seconds and then came all over his
stomach.
	He then placed me down on the bed as I remember slowly going to
sleep.