Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 15:42:54 -0500 From: Pete Bruno Subject: Deer Crossing Farm Chapter 3 This work fully protected under The United States Copyright Laws ? 17 USC?? 101, 102(a), 302(a). All Rights Reserved. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the Author's consent. (See full statement at the beginning of Chapter One.) Author's Note: Thanks to all of you who have written to tell how much you're enjoying the story, I hope you stay tuned. For all the readers enjoying the stories here at Nifty, remember that Nifty needs your donations to help them to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html A Single Soul By Pete Bruno With Henry Hilliard Book 3 Deer Crossing Farm Chapter 3 Welcome to the Family Monday, April 19, 2010 continued? From Chapter 2: Jude stood abruptly and, speaking directly to Jim and Brandon, said, "Thank you for taking time to meet me; but I hope you will understand-and I mean no disrespect- but I have no interest in my father." The two brothers followed Jude in rising to their feet and Brandon spoke clearly but firmly: "Jude, we want nothing from you. When we discovered that our brother had planned to make himself known to you before he passed away, we felt an obligation to let you know you have family out there. He knew of your mother's death and was waiting for the right time to reach out. She had sent him bits of information about you through the years, you know?" This snippet of news seemed to surprise his nephew. "They were in contact until you joined the Corps-since he had sent her child support until you turned eighteen." The young Marine dropped back into his seat-his mother had never shared any of this information with him. She had told him that his father was in contact with her occasionally, but never that he paid child support. This news was quite a confusing revelation; what was her motivation for keeping this information from him? Was she afraid that he would want a relationship with the man that had left her? Or maybe she was trying to protect him from being hurt by the man that had simply abandoned them both. There was too much to process at the moment, especially in front of his boss and the two strangers that had just turned his life upside down. Jim watched his newfound nephew closely while he processed the information and thought it might be best to let him work this out on his own. "Jude," Jim said, and when the young man turned to face him, Jim walked towards him and held out a card, "this is contact information for Brandon and myself. We never intended to upset you-we just thought?" "Thought what?" he interrupted rudely after just having everything he though he knew of his mother blown apart. "That I would be thrilled to meet my uncles?" "Corporal!" Eckhart snapped. "Sorry, Sergeant Major," Jude answered. "And my apologies to you, Gunner, and to you, Chief. It's just that this is all a bit much at the moment," the shocked young man confessed. "Not at all, Jude," Jim said, giving the kid a smile and extending his hand, which his nephew took and shook. "I can understand that you feel somewhat overwhelmed at the moment. Just know that you may contact either of us at any time if you would like to talk or ask any questions." Then he then briskly turned to Eckhart. "Thank you, Sergeant Major, for your time; I think we have taken up enough of it for one day," he said offering his hand as well. "Any time, Gunner, and you too, Chief," Eckhart answered. Walking to the car Brandon put his arm around Jim's shoulder. "Well, that actually went better than I expected." "I just wonder if he will contact us," replied Jim, lost in thought. "We'll just have to wait and see," his younger brother answered as they reached the car. __________ "When are you guys leaving for Key West?" Brandon asked as they sat at a table at Ruby Tuesday's just as Jim's phone rang. "Let me take this somewhere less noisy," the big man said leaving the table and heading for the lobby. He returned five minutes later with a big smile on his face. "That was Jude; he asked if he could have lunch with us today and I invited him to join us-he'll be here in ten minutes." They ordered beers and waited for their guest to arrive. When Jim saw him approaching he stood with Brandon following. "Thank you for agreeing to see me, sirs," Jude stated rather formally as he extended his hand. The boy was certainly handsome in his service uniform. "We're pleased you called, Jude, and you can call us Gunner and Chief or Jim and Brandon-just forget the sirs," Jim replied easily as they took their seats. "I'm sorry for the way I acted back at the base. After you left I got a royal ass chewing. Like I told the Sergeant Major, it's just that the news was kind of a shock to me; I just never figured I would ever meet?" He didn't complete his thought-it was clear he was uncomfortable with what he was about to say. "Jude, we never meant to rip your world apart like this-and, quite frankly, it's not the best of stories we have to tell you, but we think you deserve to know the truth," Brandon explained. The young Marine looked like a lost boy as he fiddled with a napkin before continuing. "What upset me the most was that it reminded me how much I always wanted to know my dad, but when I did, I would feel disloyal to my mom who worked so hard for me," the young man said, his beautiful blue eyes ringed with moisture. "I don't think you're being disloyal at all," Jim said sincerely. "Sadly we'll never know if she ever planned on telling you more-your mother probably thought it was the best way to handle things, and frankly I think she did the right thing," Jim said and he received an odd look from Jude in return. "Look Jude, we can't tell you the whole story over one lunch-when do you work again?" Jim asked. "Not until Wednesday-the Sergeant Major gave me the rest of today and tomorrow off. He thought I needed some time to deal with all the stuff." "Great!" Jim exclaimed. "Brandy, do you have anything pressing at the office tomorrow?" "Negative," Brandon replied. "What if we get a suite at a hotel, we can hang out and talk-have dinner and then breakfast tomorrow morning," Jim offered. Jude looked a bit uncomfortable so Jim quickly added, "I'm sorry, maybe this is a bit much right off the bat." "No, it's alright. My staff NCO is always encouraging me to socialize more; I take a lot of shit from the guys because I'm always in my rack reading or studying." Avoiding eye contact he continued, "They even accuse me of being gay because I'm not going out with them on what they call 'pussy patrol'-they keep asking me if I'm one of the DADT boys." Jim gave Brandon a look that meant not to share that they already knew this; he was encouraged that the boy was opening up so soon. "Buddy, I gave the Corps more than twenty years; I know what it's like. Just don't let anybody get to you-do your job to the best of your abilities and it will all work out," "Yes sir, that's pretty much what I do. The problem is I'm not gay-but I figure if I protest their accusations too much they may get the wrong idea." "Well, it doesn't matter if you are or not," Brandon said as he waved for the waiter to order another round, "we just want to get to know you." "Oh no, I'm not," Jude answered a little too quickly and defensively. "I mean, I don't have a problem with gay men or women-it just pisses me off that people would assume it." "Well, you know what they say happens when one assumes," Jim said getting a laugh from Brandon and at least a smile from Jude. The lunch lasted for over an hour and was quite pleasant. They started him off with just the basics of the Flannery clan, Jim figuring he could save the heavy stuff for later in the privacy of their room. They walked to the car and Jim threw the keys to Brandon, "You drive bro, I'm gonna call Matty," Jim said as he pulled out his phone and began to make the call. "Is Matty your wife?" Jude asked innocently getting a huge guffaw from Brandon. "Can it, Brandy," Jim snapped. He stopped and turned to his nephew. "No Jude, Matt is my soul mate?my partner," he said, and then watched the young man absorb the information, smiling as a look of horror appeared on the kid's face. "Oh my God sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything bad, I didn't know?but you're so?" Jim just laughed. "It's okay Dog Face, you said nothing wrong; it's not something I'm ashamed of, it's just that I don't advertise it. I was going to explain my family situation later in private-and there are a few other parts of the saga that we've also saved. I don't want to scare you and have you running off into the night," Jim said, smiling. "Damn! I'd love to be there if one of the guys in the barracks called you a fag," Jude said, and then blushed. "Don't worry Jude, I call him that all the time," Brandon said and quickly stepped out of the way of a swipe from Jim. The big Marine leaned against the car and faced his nephew. "Maybe we should talk about this now, before we go any further. Matt and I are life partners. We are raising our boys together and we have a rather interesting extended and adopted family. Is this a problem for you?" Jim asked bluntly. "No sir-it is definitely not. As I said before, I have no problem with gay men-I just don't like being accused of being gay myself especially when it's used in a derogatory manner," he said quite sincerely, "besides, you're not my type," he quipped with a smirk and causing Brandon to burst out laughing. "Well thanks- I think," replied Jim with humor and threw his arm around the young man. "So you're still good with this?" "Yes sir, I'm beginning to enjoy having family," he said surprising them both and himself. "Okay then, we'll take you over to the base to get some gear and head to the hotel." While Brandon drove, Jim called Matt. "Hey Captain, you were right as usual; we're going to stay at the Holiday Inn for the night with Jude. I'll meet you at Breeden at noon," Jim said. When he had ended the call, Jude said, "I didn't know Breeden had commercial flights." "They don't; we're going to Key West for a week and we are using our plane to get there." When he saw the look on Jude's face he quickly added, "Well it's not really ours, it belongs to the family foundation we run." Seeing that statement caused more confusion he added, "Don't worry; I'll explain it all tonight." Somewhere over North Carolina-Tuesday, April 20, 2010 "He's a really good kid," Jim said. The three lovers were seated around one of the tables in the main cabin winging their way to Key West to celebrate Barry's birthday in style-meaning staying, half-drunk, mostly naked, and in bed. "Brandy and I had a good long talk with him and gave him an edited version of the family-so we wouldn't scare him away," Jim said and smiled. "Apparently it worked and he's agreed to come to the farm on Friday of next week and spend ten days with us." "When are you going to tell Dad about him?" Matt asked. "When we get home on Monday; it will give him time to get used to the idea, then we'll tell Marty, Roseanne and Mikey." He hesitated for a moment. "Maybe we can invite them all up for the 4th of July and then we can work on introducing him to his sisters." Matt knew that his lover was anxious about telling his father and the rest of the family about Junior's secret son, so he just clasped his hand and said, "I think that would be great, Jimmy." The conversation turned to other news: photos of the cute 'trips' that Ollie, the very hunky Kiwi that Matt had hired to help with the babies, had sent along with an update of Tina's health. Apparently, the post-partum depression was hitting her hard, especially after Denise had returned to work. Matt planned to visit when he went to California the first week in May, so sadly he would miss part of Jude's visit-but, he mused, it may be a good thing to give Jim more time to spend with him. Barry reported that the boys had been sharing the news that they were getting the hang out of wanking-he had cracked up when Jimmer reported that nothing had come out but at the end his body shook and his toes curled. He took the opportunity to explain to the boys that, while they should feel free to talk about "private" things with their dads, they should not share the information with just anyone. "Well that was good advice Bazza, but if they're anything like this old man here we better get them some lube or they'll rub themselves raw," Jim teased and received a punch in the arm from Matt. __________ The plane touched down at Key West International Airport at 1100, on the FBO runway after a two-hour flight. When the door opened, the guys thought the needed warm breeze felt great after the long, cold winter and chilly spring they had endured. Fifteen minutes later their Pink Cab pulled up in front of the Island House. They checked-in and a very handsome young man appeared to take them on a little tour of the facilities and then, along with what little luggage they had, showed them to their room. His nametag read 'Alberto' and it was pinned to a shirt so tight they could actually see his six pack and Adonis belt clearly outlined, all pointing its way to what looked to be a substantial bulge. A dark tan made his perfect teeth gleam. His brilliant smile was infectious and his tight, hard body-the complete package-made all three men's cocks twitch. The view was even better when he turned to lead them to the room for his beautiful ass perfectly filled his equally tight khaki shorts. Matt happened to catch Jim ogling the little muscle stud and just smiled; he knew they would be naked as soon as the boy left-if not sooner. Alberto opened the door to the room and then stood aside to let the guys pass. Matt had booked the owners' suite and when he saw it he was glad had. The room was decorated with a very masculine motif and had a king size bed and a view of the pool from their private balcony. The hunky bellman recited his list of the room's amenities, sounding very sexy with a foreign accent and, when he mentioned the flat screen TV, he cheekily added that it would probably go unused, but if they wanted something on as background, the resort had several channels playing gay adult movies. "Where are you from, Alberto?" Barry asked. "Brazil, sir, I've been here since I'm twelve-I'm now eighteen," he said with a wink and then continued the tour. He pointed out the two-man hammock on the balcony and the sarongs on the bed. "Most of our guests don't bother with clothes," he said with a twinkle in his smoldering brown eyes, "but some use the sarongs for walking around the resort. I'm sorry, there are only two; I'll bring you another," he said, heading for the door. "We don't really need it, Alberto, as we like being naked but bring it anyway, along with a pitcher of frozen Margaritas," Jim said, slipping a ten dollars into the young stud's hand. The boy looked at it discreetly before shoving it in his pocket. "Yes sir, right away," he said before making haste out of the door. "Too bad the staff doesn't walk around nude," Barry mused as the boy left the room. "The way he was staring at you I bet he would if you asked," Jim said as he started to strip. "In a hurry, Dog Face?" Matt asked. "I want us to be naked as much as possible for the next week," Jim said as he dropped his pants and stepped out of his shoes. It only took a few minutes before they all were all undressed and wrapped in each other's arms in a three-way kiss and it was an even shorter interval before all three were hard and dripping. "This week is fantasy week for the birthday boy and I think he has already seen his first fantasy," Jim proclaimed as he maneuvered them to the bed, pushing Barry down on his back. The guys had agreed that they could include any guy Bazza wanted in their love making while they were on vacation-but the same rules applied: their own asses belonged to each other, the guests could only be on the bottom. Jim and Matt began to lick and suck their lover's cock and balls until the blue-eyed stud pulled his legs back, offering-up his pink pucker to the pair who attacked it with their tongues. Jim rolled on his back and pulled Barry on top of him, kissing the birthday boy while Matt grabbed a small bottle of oil from his backpack and began to lube his lover's ass and Jim's cock before he helped Jim slide it inside Bazza. Both men moaned into each other's mouths while Matt climbed up on the bed, squatted, and slid his own rampant cock inside the tight ass along with Jim's. The three were moving in perfect rhythm when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Jim called out, flashing a devilish grin. Alberto entered the room carrying the tray with a pitcher of Margaritas and a sarong over his arm, "!Puta merda!" he cried out as he goggled at the erotic scene before his eyes and had to steady the tray. Jim looked around Barry at the hunky stud. "When do you get off work?" he asked bluntly. "I'm off now; I work the early breakfast shift," the boy replied as he stared wide-eyed at the two large cocks filling Barry's ass. "Then get naked and give the birthday boy something to fill his mouth," Jim ordered. Alberto was naked in a flash-if the kid was hot in his uniform, he was a scorcher naked. He was only about 5'7" but his body looked as if it had been carved from stone and his uncut cock looked almost overly large on his diminutive, muscled frame. He climbed on the bed and fed his hardening cock to the moaning Barry. The foursome moved in perfect harmony and by the time his lovers had filled his ass with their seed, Baz had moved under the Brazilian boy's balls and was tongue fucking his ass. Jim and Matt pulled out and the boy swung around into a sixty-nine position and began to clean Barry's ass out. He worked quickly and then reached for a condom from the little wicker basket thoughtfully provided on the nightstand. Opening the foil package, he placed the rubber on Barry's cock and climbed on. Matt and Jim watched as the boy rode their lover while stroking their cocks back to hardness. They stood on the bed and jerked their erections while the boy lapped at their heads- he had his mouth opened like a baby bird begging for food from its mother. It didn't take long for Barry to fill the condom with his load, while Jim and Matt spilled their second load on Alberto's face and in his mouth before the four of them landed in a heap. The three lovers used their tongues to clean Alberto's face and neck before letting climb from the bed to take a quick shower, and the lovers were still sharing quick kisses and licks when he returned, rubbing his hot body with a towel. He stopped next to the bed and saw the discarded rubber that Barry had filled, he winked at the guys, picked it up and squeezed the now cool load onto his tongue. He smiled and said, "Ummm, it tastes better hot from the chupa, but it is still good. Then he dressed quickly, kissed each of the guys and slipped from the room promising to return. Jim planted a big kiss on Barry's lips. "Happy Birthday, baby. That was pretty hot and we haven't even unpacked," he said before laughing. After finishing off the Margaritas and taking a nap, the guys strolled out to watch the sunset from Mallory Square and then went on to Antonia's for a delicious dinner at the intimate and romantic restaurant before going home for a private lovemaking session and then some much-needed sleep. The next few days passed quickly and they were awakened every morning by the crowing of the band of roosters that roamed the streets. "Bloody hell!" Barry groaned the first morning. "I love being woken in the morning by a cock, but the big, hard kind not these noisy bastards," he said as he pushed his ass back on Matt's raging morning erection. They fell to doing the usual touristy things in the quaint town. They rented bicycles and rode to the 'Mile 0' marker which indicated where Route 1 begins before it ending it journey on the Canadian border and then they visited the 'Southern Most Point' monument. "You know," Barry said while standing at the monument, "we're closer to Cuba here than to the continental U.S.-Havana is only 90 miles away." "So do you feel like finding a '57 Chevy and heading over for a visit?" Jim joked. "Nah, mate, I like it here just fine," Barry replied giving Jim a light punch on the arm. Next, they pedaled over to Hemingway's House and enjoyed the tour, laughing at the six-toed cats. While touring the house Matt commented, "From what I read Hemingway thought himself to be a real man's man." "Well, I wonder what he would think of thousands of gay men swishing through his house every day," Jim said. "Hey," said Barry, "I don't swish, I strut- well strut with a little limp." "No baby, I think you shimmy," Matt said then laughed after giving Barry a peck on the cheek, then he said, "Hey Ernie, what do think of boys kissing in your house?" "I suspect that he would have secretly loved it." This comment was spoken buy a very handsome blond stud with an English accent, "I've read my great-uncle's memoir. In it he says that he had met Hemmingway at a house party back in the 'twenties. He apparently thought him quite the closet case - as we would say now." The boys looked at the visitor and then at each other and smiled. Then as now it clearly wasn't easy to pick 'em - although this guy's uncle must have- and then as now, 'macho' and 'fag' were far from mutually exclusive. Back at the resort, they spent a lot of time sunbathing, swimming naked in the pool, and sipping tropical cocktails concocted by Ralph at the poolside bar. Other than the first afternoon with 'Berto' they had not had any other guests in their bed. Not that there weren't plenty of beautiful men to choose from, and the trio were constantly cruised and even propositioned outright; there really hadn't been anyone that struck their fancy. They did have one other quick encounter with the Brazilian- Bert, as Jim called him- one morning delivering their room service breakfast and giving each of them a stellar blow job. On Thursday they spent the afternoon strolling Duval Street shopping for gifts and souvenirs and returning to the room laden with packages, Matt quipped, "This is one time I'm glad we're not flying commercial." That evening they had a fine dinner at Margaritaville, and afterward enjoyed the live band over a beer. Matt and Barry were out on the dance floor but when the song ended and they returned to the bar they found Jim had gone. Figuring he had gone to the head, they ordered another round and just as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them they heard the lead singer announce: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a guest singer this evening, retired Marine Chief Warrant Officer Jim Flannery. Barry and Matt turned to the stage and could barely contain themselves as their lover (with a borrowed guitar slung over his broad shoulders) bowed with mock-seriousness to the rousing welcome from the crowd. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen, I would like to dedicate this song to my partner Barry-happy birthday, buddy!" he said, pointing towards him at the bar and causing the crowd to cheer and some to gasp as he strummed the first cord of Josh Turner's, "Your Man." Jim was in great voice-he even managed to take his natural tenor voice lower for the song-Matt telling Barry that it must be the beer. When he was finished the crowd went wild, calling for more and so he ended up performing three more songs. When the crowd quieted he looked over at the lead singer who smiled and gave him a nod. Jim picked the first six notes of the song on the guitar and the crowd went wild again-it was the opening chords of Garth Brooks "I've Got Friends in Low Places." People actually crowded the dance floor and were singing along like it was a concert. Jim appeared to be genuinely surprised by his reception and the lead singer loved it-it gave him a break. Starting song number three caused another cheer, for he chose his favorite Jimmy Buffet song-"It's Five O'clock Somewhere," with the lead singer coming in halfway through to join him in a duet. The two singers where having a ball and Jim was amazed at how easily he synced with the band. They finished to another rousing round of applause. Matt hoped that they would tone down the next number-he feared the management would be upset with patrons standing on chairs to sing along. "Thank you ladies and gentleman-we'd like to slow it down a little bit," Jim said, getting a round of boos from the audience. Jim just smiled and continued, "So I would like to do a little something I used to sing to my sons when I rocked them to sleep, a song I first heard when I was eight years old and watching a movie with my best friend, Matty, and it just seems to be the right song since we're in Key West." Then he chuckled. "The song is, "Somewhere over the Rainbow". The crowd (at least most of the gay men in it) sent up a cheer. After it died down he pointed the neck of the guitar towards Matt at the bar saying, "This is for you, Matty-still my best friend after all these years." The crowd gave another quick round of applause when he started to sing and then was dead silent for the first half of the song. He sang the lyrics slowly and almost reverently in his flawless tenor. Gradually the crowd started to sing along. Then, with Jim's encouragement, they all joined in singing loud and strong, and when he hit the last note, the place went wild with applause. Jim handed back his borrowed instrument, shook hands with the band and slipped from the stage. When he got to his guys he received a big hug and kiss from them both. "Jimmy, please don't tell me you're gonna want to move down here and join the band." The big stud just gave Matt a crooked smile and said, "Well maybe after the boys are all in college." "How did you ever get up there?" Barry asked. "I went to take a piss and the singer was at the next urinal; I complimented him on?" He caught the grin on Matt's face and the twinkle in his eye. "?his singing and guitar playing and one thing led to another-it was a long piss after all the beer I drank," Jim said with a wink. They stayed till closing and never paid for another drink-it seemed everyone wanted to buy a round for the gay Marine and his friends. Friday, April 23, 2010 "Shake a leg, boys," Jim called as he was drying himself after a quick shower. They had spent the day around the pool being lazy and were now going back to Mallory Square for another sunset. The last time they hadn't arrived early enough to see all of the street performers. "Sunset is at 1953, so we need to move quick," Jim calculated and he wanted to arrive at least an hour ahead of time but his boys were not cooperating. He could see Baz laying on the bed with Matt kneeling between his legs giving him yet another Birthday Blow Job, "Almost there," he tried to call out with his mouth stuffed with cock. "Hey, Captain, no talking with your mouth full!" Jim called back. "No way, let him talk-the vibration feels amazing," panted Barry who was ready to explode. Jim entered the room just as his lover clawed the sheets with a grunt and pumped yet another load into the handsome muscle hunk he also called his husband. "I think you need to rest tonight, Bazza, that load was a little light," Matt teased. "I'm surprised he's pumping anything at all at this point," Jim piled on. "Don't worry, guys," Barry said, grabbing his hefty ball sack, "my boys will re-charge in no time," and he pulled first Matt into a deep kiss and then Jim, who could taste cum on the guys' tongues, before he headed off for the shower. _________ They arrived at Mallory Square more than a full hour before sunset as planned, walking through the gates and under the welcome sign; they were amazed once again by the size of the crowd already gathered. The sun was blinding as it began its decent turning the sky a brilliant gold and making the sea a deep blue. On the distant horizon they watched as a thick clouds roll by with a towering thunderhead shooting up from its center. In the distance, they could hear the sound of the Southernmost Bagpiper in over the din of the crowd. "I love the sound of bagpipes," Jim commented as he strolled through the throng, his arm thrown over Barry's shoulder. "Further proof that all good things come from Italy, and China," Matt commented and continued when he noticed the looks he was getting from his partners, "The Italians stole the best food in the world from the Chinese-pasta; and the Romans brought the bagpipes to Caledonia-modern day Scotland." "Well listen to Mr. History Channel," Jim taunted. "Seriously-ask Dad, his great-grandfather in Calabria played them. They are called Zampogna-they sound the same but the pipes point down," Matt said, then added with a grin, "just like big Italian cocks." They continued, watching a variety of performers: Will Soto, a juggler, Dale the Sword Swallower-who caused Jim to say that Matt had been doing a pretty good imitation of him earlier, the singer Mustafa, and Chi-Town, a Blues Guitarist. Then they came upon Reid the knife thrower and finally one of the most amazing things the guys had ever seen-Dominique the Cat Man whose cats did tricks including walking a tightrope. "That man has to be straight," Jim commented as they walked away after throwing a few bucks on his tip plate. "What makes you say that?" Barry asked. "'Cause any guy who can train pussies to do tricks, must be," Jim said, doubling up at his own lame joke while the other two groaned. Somehow, luck was on their side and they made it almost to the water's edge in front of a food truck selling conch fritters and had a prime spot to watch one of nature's best performances. Following a spectacular sunset- a better one than the previous night- they went to dinner at El Siboney hoping the line wouldn't be as long as predicted by one of the guys at the pool who had told them about the exceptional Cuban food they served. It was not and the food was even better than foretold. Then they were off to the 801 Bourbon Bar to see a drag show advertised in a local 'What's On' magazine. This would be the first drag show the guys had ever seen and so they looked for and were lucky to find a table close to the stage offering a good view. They had just sat down with their beers when the DJ announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, and those in between-let's give a big Key West welcome to your hostess and emcee for the night-the second most famous person to come from Bethlehem-that's Bethlehem, Pennsylvania-Miss Michelle Leigh Sterling." The crowd applauded when the larger than life drag queen stepped out from behind the curtain. She was dressed in a sparkling gold gown and covered in more jewelry than the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center-but more amazing still was the sheer quantity of blond hair piled on her head-it must have been three feet wide! "How does she walk with all that jewelry on," Barry asked with amazement. "How does she get that hair so big," Matt questioned, equally puzzled. "How does he find high heels in her size," Jim mused, mixing up his pronouns. "Welcome to 801 Bourbon Bar," she screeched, waving her arm in the air in a grand gesture, "It's wonderful to see all of you and I just love a packed house! I love everything packed- you know what I mean, girls!" This was followed by a well-timed 'baa-rump' sound effect from the DJ. Jim was sitting in between Matt and Barry with an arm around each man's shoulder-he was really enjoying his first chance to be natural with his lovers in public. He pulled them closer and said quietly, "She's a hoot-she's like Mae West, Bette Midler and Grace Slick all rolled into one." The star continued, "And what a bevy of beauties I see out there-and I think I even see some short haircuts- hopefully that means military men." She was holding her hand dramatically over her eyes to peek at Matt, Jim, and Barry. "I just love military men, I could never be one myself; I'd throw my gun down and legs up too quickly," she said pantomiming throwing down a gun and being confused. "But seriously folks, I just love the brave men and women in uniform-especially the men!," she cried turning back to the audience. "I just love to help them 'Grunt'," deadpanned Miss Sterling to another well-timed 'baa-rump'. She sashayed to the edge of the stage where the steps descended into the audience. "I think I'll take a stroll around and see if I can pick someone out to nibble on after the show! I have to stall a bit," she told them, "the other girls are still in the back 'tucking', God knows what is taking them so long," and then placing a finger to her lips as if she was telling a secret she said, "I've seen them naked-they don't have that much to tuck!" When the laughter subsided, she bent over and pointed to Barry, "Excuse me handsome, could you offer a lady a hand-it's a bitch to move this body down these steps in eight inch heels!" Barry stood and offered his right, which the performer held until she made it down to the floor. "Thank you sweetie, I'll be back for you later," she said and let him go back to his seat. Moving through the tables she kept talking and making jokes; then she asked if there was anyone celebrating a birthday in the audience. Jim immediately held up Barry's hand. "Oh my!" she exclaimed; "It looks as if one of our soldiers is a year older today," moving across the room to the guys' table. "Isn't this sweet, the gallant gentlemen that helped me down the steps-Is it your birthday, sweetie?" she asked taking Barry's hand. "Yes ma'am," he answered. "Ma'am!" She exclaimed, dropping his hand dramatically, "Do I look old enough to be your mother?" she cried and then quickly put her hand up palm out, "on second thought, don't answer that," she ordered and the crowd roared. "So tell me, what's the name of my future ex-husband?" she asked batting her three-inch long eyelashes coquettishly. "It's Barry," he stammered. "Don't be nervous baby, I don't bite-at least not in public." More laughter. "So are you three in the service?" "Yes-well not anymore, I was in the Army, and my two mates are retired Marines," Barry offered. "Oh, that accent?it gets a girl moist in all the right places," she said performing an exaggerated shimmy causing the lights to cast reflections off her jewelry like a mirror ball. "Where are you from sweetie?" She asked petting his cheek. "I was born here but I lived in Australia until I was sixteen." "My how I love the boys down under," she announced, "or is being down under a boy?" and then, over the laughter, "I get so confused; it's all this hairspray," she said gently touching the pile of blond hair on her head. "Sooo, Barry," she purred, "which one of these hot hunks is yours?' Barry actually blushed, he wasn't used to being in front of an audience, "Well, I'm pretty lucky-they both are," he said and actually laughed at the look on the Diva's face. "Oh Great Liberace's ghost!" she cried out dramatically, clutching her chest as a murmur could be heard in the audience above the laughter. "Hold that thought dear," she said as she turned towards the stage and called out, "Maya, Jessica-put down the make-up brush and get your asses out here-you have to see this!" Then turning back to the audience said in an aside: "Those fishy bitches spend more time beating their faces than Cher and Bob Costas combined!" Just then two more Queens appeared at the edge of the stage to the applause of the audience. "Girls, girls," she called, "you have to see this-that little cutie has two husbands! Can you believe it-I can't get pinched in a room full of drunken Italian sailors, and this greedy bitch has two hunks in her bed!" The audience was roaring with laughter, including Jim and Matt while Barry blushed furiously at the attention. "Okay honey, before I start the show I want to give you three a Blow Job for your birthday," and she laughed with the audience at Barry's reaction. "Relax, honey," she said to Barry, "it's just a round of shots, the waiter will bring them over," she said waving over at the bartender. "If you want the real thing, meet me out back after the show," she said and winked to another baa-rump' sound effect from the DJ. The show was great. Miss Sterling ended the night by returning to the floor to perform a version of the Divinyls, "I Touch Myself". She was on fire and hitting every cue. It took a bit, but the guys eventually picked up on the dirty lyrics mixed in. Just at the end she returned to their table, and looking directly at Barry. She leant in and mouthed the words, 'I want you to have a pair of my wet panties'. Suddenly there was the sound of sloshing water over the speakers, and three sets of eyes fell upon a pair of wet 'granny' drawers that Michelle had pulled out from under her gown and deposited on the table. The entire bar was laughing hysterically. The guys wanted to dance for a bit. After two songs, Jim and Matt returned to the table while Barry went off to the head. When he returned, he was accompanied by a very cute shirtless young boy with a globe-and-anchor tattoo on one shoulder and a bulldog on the other. All three lovers were feeling no pain-especially Jim, so when Barry and the newcomer stopped Jim asked, "Where'd you find the cute Devil Pup?" And he received a shot in the arm from Matt. "In the head," Barry answered, and then with a lustful grin added, "This is Brent-and these are my guys-Matt and Jim. Now let's go, he has a few fantasies to fulfill too." To be continued? We would to extend a very special thanks to our friend Michelle Lee Sterling, Drag Diva, for her excellent work as the creative consultant on Chapter 3 of Deer Crossing Farm. She graciously shared parts from her stage act for a scene in this week's installment-the result was so good she may have to make another guest appearance! Pete & Henry Featured Song Video Links "Your Man" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nADTbWQof7Y "Friends in Low Places" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvCgSqPZ4EM "It's Five O'clock Somewhere" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPCjC543llU "Over The Rainbow" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwXUNyBcr04 Comments or questions may be sent to farmboy7456@gmail.com Please make sure to put PW@Nifty in the subject line.