Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2015 08:02:34 -0500 From: Pete Bruno Subject: Deer Crossing Farm Chapter 4 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 4 Welcome to the Family 0030, Saturday, April 24, 2010 The ride through the streets of Key West to the hotel was an alcohol fueled laugh fest; the guys seemingly having drunk more in the last few days than they had in the previous six months. Once in the room the men started to strip and Brent, the boy that Barry had picked up at the drag show, was watching wide-eyed as the three hunks revealed themselves. "What's up, Devil Pup?" Jim asked provocatively. "Are you afraid to get naked?" he said, giggling like a teenager. "No sir, I'm just trying to figure if this is for real; are you guys really Marines? Encouraged by the liquor and the hedonistic atmosphere of the last week, Jim jumped off the bed and stood directly in front of the young Marine and with his face only inches from the boy's face. Jim shouted: "Do I look like a Marine, Dog Face?" Brent blushed. "Yes sir, you all look like studs, sir!" he answered crisply, as if he were talking to a drill sergeant. "Good answer," snapped Jim and then smiled. Next he placed an arm around the sexy young man and led him to the bed where he sat. Matt was in a chair across the room with Barry on his lap, watching, arms around one lover as the other one asked, "So Brent, what is your fantasy?" The young Marine blushed again. "I've been fucked a few times, but always with a condom-you know, the safe way. I've done two tours in Iraq and we are due to be deployed to Afghanistan soon? so it's just that I wonder how many times I can get lucky and make it back," the young man said somberly, "and I've always wanted to do two things: be barebacked and be with two or more guys at the same time. If you guys are a threesome and HIV negative, and since I just took one of those home tests and I know I'm negative also, I want to be your-all of your- cum-dump for the night," he said bluntly. The admission gave the three lovers pause; the gravity of what this young man faced and what he was asking for was staggering. Their reactions showed on their faces-and their once rampant cocks were now showing signs of deflating. Brent noticed the change in the three men. "Sorry to be such a buzz kill, guys," he said. "No worries, mate," said Barry as he moved in and kissed the wannabe cum-dump deeply. He pulled back and looked into the kid's eyes. "We've all been there; we know what kind of shit runs through your mind before you deploy," he said sincerely. "Brent, I can tell you honestly, as much as I loved my job and believed in my mission, I had similar thoughts- not quite the same fantasy- but I also worried about the possibility of not making it back," said Jim and then added: "I always thought a little fear was healthy-it was the people that hand none that worried me," he continued, trying to lighten the mood. "Well this sure has been my lucky night," Brent said more brightly as he knelt in front of Barry and nuzzled his face in the blue-eyed hunk's junk and began to lick away the sweet sweat that had accumulated through the day. "This is way better than my fantasy." It turned into a type of round-robin as the guys took turns rimming the anxious bottom boy while he gave head to the other two until Jim called a halt. "Okay Bazza, it's your birthday, you go first." Barry moved behind the kneeling hunk and pushed his face into the kids spread cheeks and rimmed for a good five minutes before he climbed aboard and bottomed out. He gave the willing receiver a good fuck at the same time as the moaning boy alternated sucking Jim and Matt's cocks. It didn't take long before Barry called out: "I'm going to give you what you want," and, after two or three grunts added: "a load of hot cum," as he painted the walls of the hot ass. "Holy shit, this feels amazing," Brent said, pulling his mouth off Jim's cock, "I can feel you shooting." Almost two hours later the four collapsed in a heap; Brent with a sweet smile of contentment upon his face-and six loads of stud cream in his ass. He fell asleep spooning Barry's back while Jim held him from behind, dreaming of round two in the daylight. When morning did arrive, the visitor awoke to the pleasant feeling of Barry's morning wood pressing against his ass. He reached behind and grasped it while lifting his leg a bit and guided the thickness into his cum-soaked hole. "Holy fuck!" Barry moaned as he felt his cock sliding into Brent's ass. "This is the way to wake up-bottomed out for number three in a hot, tight and pre-lubed chunk of Marine arse!" he said as he started to thrust his erection into their guest. Their enthusiastic fucking woke up his lovers, with Matt taking his place as soon as had cum while Barry took the opportunity to phone and order breakfast from room service; it was only 730 so he figured it wouldn't take too long and he made sure to ask for Alberto. He figured right, and twenty minutes later he answered a knock on the door-and he opened it to admit the hot Brazilian pushing the cart into the room. Alberto gaped and tilted his head from side to side to better comprehend what was happening on the bed -Jim pounding their guest doggie style- so much so that he almost rolled the cart over the tall man's foot. "Whoa buddy," he cried, laughing as he grabbed the vehicle to prevent an accident. Just then, his lover announced that he was about to blow his load, which raised the level of interest from the hung hotel hottie even more. "Don't worry buddy, he's got nine loads of cum in his ass just for you." "Great-it's a good thing I clocked out for break before I came up," Alberto said as he pulled off his uniform and shoved his face into Brent's bubble butt. __________ The guys invited Brent to spend the day with them at the pool. As they chatted, they learned that he was now in an all-volunteer unit- the PRP Company, which was tasked with recovering the bodies of their fallen brothers on the battlefield. He explained that theirs was the only volunteer reserve unit in the Corps and also the most deployed. "How do you cope with the horror of dealing with human remains?" Matt asked bluntly. Brent looked down for a moment and then looked up, his face solemn and at the same time quite serene. "I think about the family out there waiting for their loved one to be returned home; they are waiting for closure." The three lovers were left momentarily speechless until Jim broke the silence by lifting a Mimosa and saying, "Well said Brenton, OOH RAH!" Matt and Barry followed suit. They kept Brent with them for the rest of their stay and, with periodic visits from Alberto, they had a wonderful time by any measure, but it went far too quickly and they knew they must fly home, solemnly promising to keep in touch with Brent. Tuesday, April 27, 2010 Al was waiting at the FBO in New Castle and behind him, in another car, was George. Jim was surprised to see his father, as the last time they had spoken was when he was visiting his brother, Michael, and his sudden presence sent up red flags. "Hey Dad," he said as he embraced him, "is everything alright; I thought you were in Maryland visiting Mikey?" "I was; now I'm here," he answered his son but smirking. "You sound like you don't want me here," George teased. "No, you know I'm always glad to see you," Jim replied happily, but there was still something odd about this unannounced visit, but it may turn out to be a good thing, Jim considered, for he still hadn't worked out how and when he was going to tell his dad about Jude- maybe he could work it in on the ride home. With luggage loaded, it was time to go. "Jimmy," George said quietly, "how about you ride with me." It wasn't a question or invitation-he knew his father's tone; this was an order. The quiet was beginning to unnerve Jim and he wanted to ask what was up but he decided it was best to let his father start that conversation so he began something of his own: "I have something important to share with you as well-but you first." Finally George chuckled, "Alright, I know you are trying to work out the reason for my visit so I'll put you out of your misery," said George with a trace of humor in his voice. This was a good sign, his son thought; if he is in a good mood it can't be too bad. "There are three things I wanted to talk to you about; I hope Matty and Barry aren't offended, it's just I felt it best to speak to you alone first and then we can tell them," George explained, causing Jim to go back to being worried again. "Thanks Dad, I'm sure they'll understand." "Let's start with the easy stuff first. I've been seeing a woman?" he stopped when he saw the look on Jim's face. "Don't be a wise ass-you know I still enjoy sex; her name is Dot Schwartz. I knew her back in Florida and while I was down there we started to 'keep company' as they said in the old days." Jim was completely surprised. "You, of all people, know the equipment is working-and she really enjoys using it," he said with a huge smile. Jim burst out laughing; he wasn't embarrassed in the least talking about sex with his dad. It was kind of hard to be once you'd been in a circle jerk together. "What's so funny?" his father asked, giving him a playful slap on the leg. "Nothing, Dad, I'm just picturing you sharing that information with the rest of your children," Jim said, laughing again at the thought of the older man saying something like this to Martin who, while quite the ladies' man when he was in school, had turned into something of a prude since he had had kids. George laughed at that notion as well. "No, you're the only one I talk to about my erections," he said and both father and son shared a good laugh. But it also made Jim feel good that he was able to have such a close relationship with his dad. "Anyway, I will be moving back down there in a few months; I'm waiting for your mother to be released. Dot has a nice house so I decided not to buy anything at the moment." He gave a wink. George had sold the property at the compound to the Foundation and it was currently the home of the Colonel and his wife. "Why are you waiting-you don't owe her anything," Jim said. George pulled into the first parking lot he saw and put the car in park. "I'm going to ignore that comment for now, Son, only because the next two issues are a little more serious," he said while looking out the driver's side window at a group of high school boys walking across the parking lot, laughing and joking. "You know it seems like yesterday that you boys would have been in that group," George said, digressing, "anyway," he continued, coming back to the topic, "during one of our little play sessions Dot felt a lump on my chest-long story short: I have breast cancer." Jim was stunned, not just that at the news that his father had cancer; but he never considered that men could suffer from that affliction and he felt like shit after what he had just said about his mother. Before he could respond, George added, "It's not a large tumor, and the doctor thinks it has not metastasized, but I would like to go the hospital that Barry went to." "Sure, Dad, anything you need," Jim answered, trying to wrap his head around the news, "but if this was the easy stuff I'm a bit concerned about number three." "Well, this is the tricky one," George said adding to his son's anxiety. "I've been visiting your mother?" This was all that came out of his mouth before he saw Jim clutch the grab bar. "Calm down, Jimmy, and let me finish. Anyway, they have gotten her on a medication that is really helping-she is more rational than I have seen her in years and she's doing well with the psychiatrists. I've even gone for a few sessions. She really would like to see you and Matt." George studied his son-he could tell by the look on his face that there was an internal argument going on in his head. "?to apologize and perhaps to start the healing process." For Jim it really wasn't a big shock; he had expected this subject to come up eventually, he just didn't expect it so soon-and he really wasn't looking forward to it. He wasn't sure he was ready to deal with his mother, but he knew it was something his father would just not let slide. George continued: "I've already spoken to Roseanne, Marty and Mikey; they have all agreed but they are worried about you and Brandon being angry with them." "They are free to do what they want, Dad, I'm not going to interfere or hold it against them," Jim said a little churlishly. "There's no need for that tone, Jimmy," his father admonished. "They know the whole story now- Shane let the cat out of the bag at the hospital. Considering the situation with Junior and the boy, and her feelings towards you and Matt, they figure you and Brandy will be hesitant to participate." "Well, considering what she put us- and her grandson- through, I think we would be justified," Jim snapped, "and I'm surprised that you are willing, considering how she treated you." "First of all, that is my concern, not yours. But remember she was my wife for many years and gave me wonderful children," he said genuinely and reached over to pat his son's shoulder, "and to a certain extant I blame myself just as much for what happened as I blame her," he said with sadness in his voice. "I should have made her get help long ago; she had a terrible time after Junior was born. It was her mother that insisted that she have another baby right away to take her mind off her troubles. We were young and I was working night and day and, sadly, I took the easy way out?anyway I'm trying to make that right." "I'll have to think about this for a bit, Dad. I'm not sure I want to open myself to more hurt," Jim said firmly. He could see, even from the side, that his dad was not happy with his answer. "Look, Jim," George started, clearly annoyed, "I gave you my full support when your mother started acting out and I certainly supported you and Brandon when it came to your late brother's actions. Now I'm just asking for you for a little support." "I know you were there for me, Dad, and I've already forgiven her in my heart, but I just don't want to go back for more," Jim said quietly as he watched his father's face contort with anger. "Jim, I think it's about time for you to walk the walk-how many times have you spoken of the golden rule and treating others the way you would want to be treated?" his father challenged. "I've already explained that your mother was sick-what if Linda had lived? You know she wasn't in her right mind either. Would you not have helped her? Not to mention: are you willing to say that all your memories of your mother are bad?" George asked. There wasn't much of an argument that Jim could make. He had been shot down by the truth. "You're right, Dad, I'm sorry." He leaned in and hugged the man that had always supported him. "I'll talk to Matt-he's going to California next week for a few days so we'll work it out." "How about this weekend?" George asked hopefully and Jim's initial plans, in light of his father's news, to skirt the Jude issue suddenly evaporated and it needed to be handled now. "Dad, there's something I need to tell you?" Thus he began the story, beginning from when they first found that his brother was embezzling money, to the discovery of his illegitimate son, to his and Brandon's going to meet their nephew. He concluded with Jude's impending visit at the week's end. George listened without comment and for once Jim could not get a read on what the older man was thinking. "The thing about it, Dad, is that I still feel a bit responsible for what happened to Junior-even though you and others have told me I was not. That's why I made myself known to Jude; I think he deserves to know he has a family and who his father was," Jim said, looking earnestly at his own father and waiting anxiously for a response. George again turned his attention to the students making their way across the parking lot to the high school across the road and finally he turned to Jim and smiled. "You know Jimmy, aside from your mommy issues, you are a wonderful guy." George reached over and hugged his son. "Now stop worrying," he said as he contemplated the concern on Jim's face. "I would love to meet the boy, but we should keep this on the QT for now. I'm not quite sure how your mother will react; I'll have to talk to her doctor," he said as he started the car and pulled out onto the road that led in the direction of the farm. __________ "Daddy!" shouted an excited Kelly when he saw Jim and George enter the kitchen. He crawled down off of Matt's lap and almost ran to his other father who scooped him up, kissed him and rubbed his own rough cheeks against the little boy's causing him to giggle. "Stop, Daddy!" he giggled. The toddler was going through quite a vocabulary explosion; he was turning into a real chatterbox-he was now in the 'wassat' stage and every animal was a horse. Each time he saw one of the dogs he pointed and cried 'horsey' much to the amusement of his brothers. "Hi Dad!" Matt said, giving George a hug. "Did Jimmy make you drive down to Helen's for a sausage sandwich?" Matt asked and then glanced at Jim to get a read on what went on. "No," George said with a chuckle, "I wish he had; we just stopped for a chat." And noticing the worried look on Matt's face he added: "and don't worry everything is fine with the Jude thing," he said, giving his son-in-law a reassuring smile. "But there is some news I have to share and a request." It took twenty minutes to relate the conversation he had earlier with Jim. When he was done he added: "Barry, I hope you aren't offended but I think we should leave your story for later; it may just be asking a little too much for her to handle right now," George said. "I get it, Pop, no worries, besides sometimes it's a bit much for even me to handle," he said with a big smile, "but what's more important is getting you up to Fox Chase," Barry said sincerely. "Real funny," Jim said giving his lover a shot in the arm, "if anybody has trouble handling anything or anyone it's me; I have to keep you two reigned in." Everyone had a good laugh at that comment, including Jim. The visit was interrupted by the arrival of the other boys. Ryan ran right to his dad and said, "Did you bring me a present? Jimmer said that just him and MJ were going to get them," the little one said seriously, causing the two older boys to protest their innocence. "Of course we did, buddy," Barry said, hugging his son, "they were just teasing you," shooting a sharp look at the older boys followed a wink. "Yeah," Jim said giving the boys a stern look, "maybe we should just keep what we got them for being mean to you," he said before bending down and giving the little one a kiss while the two older boys whined. Of course, in the end they all received souvenirs, including Al and Brett. Friday, April 30, 2010 "I hate this fucking bridge", Jim said as he drove his dad across the Bay Bridge on the southbound span into Annapolis. They were on their way to Quantico to pick up Jude for his vacation. "It looks like it was built with an Erector Set and is ready to fall down at any minute," pointing to the northbound span as the car sped onwards, high above Chesapeake. "Then why do you come this way?" George asked. "Because I hate driving south on 95 around DC even more." "I agree; it's as bad as driving around Norfolk and Virginia Beach." The week had gone quickly; he had quite a few conversations with his dad about Jude and it was decided that the older man would accompany his son on the trip to pick up his newly found grandson. Jim had called his nephew and asked how he felt about meeting his grandfather and then riding back to Delaware with them. He was surprised when the young Marine agreed enthusiastically. Matt, Jim, and Barry had come up with the idea as they though it would be a good chance for the three to talk in private before Jude was thrown into the lions' den that was Deer Crossing Farm. Jim pulled up in front of Jude's barracks just at the clock hit 1000. His nephew was waiting outside with his sea bag at his feet. The older Jarhead pulled up to the curb and parked. Climbing out, he rounded the front of the vehicle. "Hello Marine, I'm glad to see you're on time," he said thrusting out his hand. "Hi Uncle Jim," he replied taking a surprised Jim's hand-just a week ago he barely wanted to speak to him and now he was calling him uncle. He noticed Jim's reaction and smiled shyly, "I'm sorry, I should have asked before presuming." Still holding the young man's hand he answered, "No, not at all Jude, I'm honored. Just one question, why the change of heart?" Releasing his uncle's hand, he looked down at his feet and kicked a few leaves. "So I had a few conversations with the Chaplain, Father Maginness. He asked what I dreamed of when I was a kid and I told him, of having a family. My mother was an only child-and her parents died when I was young so it was always just the two of us. He helped me realize that sometimes prayers are answered when the time is right, not necessarily when we want them to be." He gave Jim a shy smile and then a serious look crossed his face. "You and Uncle Brandon came at the right time; our unit is being deployed to Afghanistan in September. It will be nice to have someone at home to write to me." "Don't worry, Marine," Jim said and reached out and pulled the boy into a hug, "you'll be surrounded by guys who have been there and understand what you're going through." He released him when he saw George approaching. "Hey Dad, meet your grandson Jude." George extended a hand, which the young man took. He flashed his best smile and said, "Hello, Grandfather, it's wonderful to meet you." George was suddenly and completely undone, tears formed in his eyes and he grabbed the boy in his arms and hugged him. For the first time since his son's death he cried. To be continued? 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