Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2011 18:48:03 -0600 From: Leon Hall Subject: daddy and me chapter 2 Later on that summer my mother decided we were going to visit her brother Bill in Chelan, Washington. He worked for the BB apple orchards. She thought it was a good idea that I do a little bit of work the summer. Uncle Bill told her I could help him by thinning some apple trees. So off we went. When we finally arrived it was almost 9 o'clock in the evening. I couldn't believe the sun was still out. Apparently the further north you go the longer the day last. Uncle Bill and Aunt Lois met us at the car. Mom and Uncle Bill hugged and dad and he shook Dad's hands. Uncle Bill was a tall thin man, most of the men in my mom's family were. Even Mom was taller than normal for a woman. Uncle Bill was 6'8" at somewhere around 220 pounds. His hair was blondish red. He also hosted a full face of freckles. Aunt Lois, on the other hand, was short. No, I mean really short. When she stood next Uncle Bill the top of her head was just above his belt line. She couldn't have weighed more than 75 or 80 pounds. I can still remember when they visited us and West Covina. Aunt Lois was complaining about something and Uncle Bill picked her up and sat her on top of the refrigerator. Boy that pissed her off. "My Lord boy, have you grown". Uncle Bill said as he gave me a hug, squashing my face against his chest. After everybody was finished saying hello aunt Lois said we should come in to the house and have some iced tea. We had a light meal, bologna sandwiches, because we had just had dinner on the road. The girls stayed one of the guest rooms while us boys bunked on the furniture in the living room. It was a small house rule Washington surrounded on three sides by forest and a few of Lake Chalan. Lake Chalan was huge. You can stand next to it and see the blue sky and an outline of snow on the mountains. As warm as it was, about 70°, it was hard for me to imagine snow on the mountains. Next morning we awoke to the smell of ham and bacon cooking on the stove. I slept on the couch. When I opened my eyes I could see Aunt Lois standing next to the stove. She had on one of those grandma type dresses and an apron. We were not really settled in so I slept in my clothes. I got up and walk toward the kitchen. There was nothing separating the kitchen from the living room. "That really smells good Aunt Lois". "Well, let's see if it tastes as good as it smells. how many eggs do you want?" "Can I have three?" "You sure can. How do you want them hooked?" "Could you just make sure the whites are done?" "You bet I will. The milk and orange juice is in refrigerator, help yourself." I grabbed the orange shoes out of the refrigerator and walked over to the kitchen counter where the glasses were sitting. I really like a cold number hundred doses spellcheck and glass of orange juice in the morning. Some people don't like the pulp but I think it feels good squishing around my mouth. My dad was next one to get up. I mean everybody was awake but nobody was moving. He came from the hallway squinting and scratching his head. "Is it just the three of us this morning? I know they're alive I can hear them breathing." With that, the other boy sprang to their feet, all running to the bathroom at the same time. "Hey, you guys be careful and no pushing." Finally, mom and the girls joined the rest of us. It wasn't a big table but we did manage to all fit. I could see out of the front window from where I was sitting. The sun was bright and the lake was clear as a bell. "I can't believe we slept as late." I said after taking a drink of orange juice. "Late, it's 5:30 AM." "Is it always this sunny so early in the morning?" My sister Jane asked. "Yep, sun comes up early and goes down late around these parts." We finished breakfast and start to get our stuff together. "You girls give Aunt Lois hand with the dishes, you hear me?" "Okay mom." They all said at one time. I walked out stood on the front porch. I put my hands in front of me start clean on the railing. My dad came out and stood next to me. He put his hand around my neck and cheek and gave me a gentle hug. "You know, you and I could have a lot of fun around here if we ever got away from everybody else." "Oh yeah, anything special in mine?" I said in a jokingly sarcastic voice. "I thought I was supposed to be picking apples or something like that." "You will. Your mom is set on busting your ass in the apple orchards. I don't know what you did to piss her off." Uncle Bill came out of the house. "Well boy, time you and me to work." With that, I followed him out and climbed into an old pickup truck. I don't know exactly how old it was but the windshield was divided into two sections. I know they stopped doing that a long time ago. That day I thinned apples off of trees until my hands were raw. Uncle Bill said we stopped work at sundown. It was a 7:45 and the sun was still bright. Standing on that ladder in the orchard I felt like I was the only person around. Finally, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind me. I turned around and saw two boys walking up between the trees. They were obviously teenagers. They both had blonde hair that went down past their ears. They were walking with both hands inside the bib of their coveralls. Only one of them was swearing shoes. The other was barefoot. "Hey, my name is Billy. This is my brother John." The one with shoes said. They both had good bodies with obvious tans. Billy was wearing a grayish pair of overalls which looked faded. He wasn't wearing a shirt. >From the looks of it I knew he worked out because he was really buff. His face was cleared and he had blue eyes. John was a little shorter not quite as well built. He had a white T-shirt on under the coveralls. There was a hold over the right knee. "Hi, I'm Leon. But Uncle Bill lives here and works in these orchards. I'm supposed to help him a little bit this summer. But I can tell you right now this really sucks." John said, "We know Bill and Lois and working the apple trees is not the only things that suck around here." I wasn't really sure what he meant by that. But it didn't seem to be said in a nasty, mean way. We talked for a while as I stood on the letter pulling apples from the tree. It was almost noon and getting pretty hot. I heard the sound of &Uncle Bill's truck. When he stopped the truck he got out carrying a brown lunch bag. "Well, I guess I got to feed you." He said, laughing at the same time. "Hey Billy, hey John, how's your dad and mom?" "Oh, they're okay. Mom is about done with her cold and Dads knees are still giving him trouble." Billy said. "Well, tell them both hello for me." Uncle Bill said as he drove off. I climbed down off the ladder and opened the bag. I pulled out of Apple and bologna sandwich. "Shit, I hate eating bologna sandwiches. "We have some nice tube steaks you can eat." Billy chuckled. I couldn't help but notice the bulge they both had at the crotches. John's fly was not buttoned and I saw the outline of his hard cock. It looked really thick. I could tell John was stroking his cock by the way his hands were moving inside the is overalls. I didn't know what to say. I was dumbfounded. "There's an old shed over there near the tree line. You want to eat your lunch there?" Billy asked. "I don't know. What else is over there?" "Don't worry. It'll be fun". Billy said as he turned and started walking toward the shed. I couldn't tell if these guys really serious. I wasn't sure if I should go with them. I stood there by the letter, watching, as they disappear into the shed. Then I figured, "what the hell. Nothing bad can really happen in broad daylight. They're not going to beat me up or anything like that" I start to walk towards the old shed. It was old dilapidated missing part of its roof. The wood slats door was just barely hanging on the hinges. Look like the glass in the windows have been broken out long time ago. I approached the door and opened it. My jaw dropped to the floor. They were both naked and John was sitting on a milk stool feeding his cock into Billy's mouth. He held the back of his head with both hands. He pushed his head down onto his cock. His head was tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open. " I'm not going to eat all of this. Do you want some?" Billy asked as he took his mouth away from John's meet. My cock really sprung to attention. The bulge in my jeans made it hard to hide. "See Billy, I told you he was a cock hound." "Yeah John, you can pick them. You want some of this, faggot boy?" I didn't say anything. I walked over to where the boys were and stared at both of their cocks. Billy reached up and grabbed my waistband, pulling me close to him. "Holy shit, what if someone comes in?" Billy told me nobody ever comes in that place because their afraid it's going to fall down around them. "Why don't you wrap those lips around my baby brothers meet?" He said as he undid my waistband. My jeans fell to the floor. My cock was sticking straight out because I wasn't wearing underwear. I had pre-cum dripping off the head of my cock. Johnny reached over and white the head of my cock with his finger. He stuck his finger in his mouth tasted my juice. Without any further invitation I moved close and get on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I hate to admit it but I love this. He put his hand behind my head and pressed my head down to pubic hairs. This time, having a cock deep in my throat didn't scare me. When I came up for air all I could do was look into his face and smile. Billy lifted me up by the waist. There I was standing on my feet bending over and sucking the cock of a boy I just met. Billy moved close behind me and I could feel the head of his uncut cock against my ass. " Let's see how tight this little faggot's ass is." And with that he plowed that 7 inch cock deep in my ass. It felt like he was ripping me apart. I couldn't scream because I had a cock down my throat. He didn't move. He just stood still to allow my ass to get used to his meet. When I started to softly moan he began working his cock in and out of my ass. I began stroking my own cock. What a picture. Cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass and me stroking my meet. It was a real Kodak moment. John began to moan and his cock stiffened even more. I could feel his uncut head begin to expand and throb. "Holy fuck, here comes lunch." He said as he began depositing load after load down my throat and into my mouth. This time I made sure I didn't lose a drop. With everything I had in me I began swallowing over and over. This sent Billy over the edge and he started pumping his juice into my ass. I could feel the warmth sensation of his seed filling my ass. I started shooting my load onto John's chest. Load after load. Exhausted, Billy pulled out and slumped over a bale of hay. I cleaned John's cock with my mouth. I moved down and licked my juice off of his chest. The three of us just sat there saying nothing. I heard the horn of the pickup truck honking. I scrambled to get my jeans back on. Billy and John didn't scramble they just slowly got up and got dressed. It appeared to be just another walk in the park for. I ran out of the shed towards my uncle struck. "Where the fuck you been boy?" He sounded pretty annoyed. "I was just over there with the brothers uncle Bob. I'm sorry; I know I should have been working." "Oh, who really gives a shit about the work? If it was up to me I would just let you play and mess around and enjoy your summer. But it looks like your mother wants me to stick it to you." Billy and John came out from the trees. Bob could see what was obviously cum near the fly up John's overalls. The excess juice on his chest must've got on the fly. I can't believe I missed that. "It looks like your mother is not the only person wanting to stick it to you." With that he just smiled and shook his head. He climbed back into his truck and drove off. He appeared to be laughing as he drove off. I gave a sigh relief and sat down on the first death of the latter. It looks like this is going to be a very interesting summer.