Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 09:23:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  3rd Installment

Following is the third chapter of my novel "My Father, My Son."  The story
is mostly fictional, but contains some elements that are true from the
author's own experience.  The story contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity among family members, but contains no violence of a sexual
nature.  Also, all sexual activity is with the complete consent of all the
persons involved.  Anyone who is offended or otherwise disgusted by this
kind of material should read no further.  The author welcomes any comments
at any time, whether constructive or destructive, and whether praiseful or
damning.  Suggestions of any kind are equally welcome.  Send to:
tombor99@excite.com

My Father, My Son
Chapter 3

Michael had a full head of dark brown, slightly wavy hair.  It had fallen
down over his forehead and over one eye.  As Jeff climbed back into bed, he
propped himself up on one elbow and gently pushed his dad's hair off to the
side and out of his eyes.

"Dad, your hair is so soft.  It's like baby hair."  Tracing his finger
lightly over Michael's eyebrows, which arched off appealingly upward to
each side, Jeff said, "I know you're tired and you probably should go to
sleep now.  Would you like to sleep a little while?"

Michael put his hand behind Jeff's neck and pulled his head down on his
chest.  "Jeff, I don't feel like sleeping now.  I know you probably don't
understand, but you are the greatest comfort to me right now I could ever
have."  He began caressing the back of Jeff's neck and across his
shoulders.

Jeff held his head tightly against his father's chest, which was slightly
damp with perspiration.  The warm, heady, masculine smell of Michael's skin
against his cheek was almost more than Jeff could bear.  He turned his head
slightly and kissed Michael's chest and then tasted it with his tongue.  He
thought, "Could this really be happening?  Am I really lying here running
my tongue over my dad's skin?  His skin is so smooth and it tastes so
good."

Jeff could see that his dad had an erection that was bobbing up and down
every time he put his tongue on his dad's chest.  Jeff began moving his
hand down Michael's stomach and could feel the hard ridges of muscle that
he had for so long seen and admired on his dad and had yearned to touch.
Jeff's erection was now pressing hard against Michael's thigh, and he could
feel Michael purposely pressing his leg tighter against it.  When Jeff
moved his head slightly, Michael released his hand from his neck so that
Jeff could move more freely.  Jeff ran his tongue down the whole length of
Michael's stomach and into his navel.  At the same time, Michael moved his
hand down Jeff's back and began lightly caressing his ass cheeks.

Michael said, "Your buns are just like a baby's bottom.  They are just as
nice and silky feeling and firm as they were when you were a baby.  I used
to feel them when I would change your diapers."

They both chuckled a little, and Jeff said, "You'll have to let me feel
yours, too.  They always looked pretty smooth and firm to me, too."

As Jeff brought his tongue all over Michael's stomach and into his pubic
hair, he cupped his father's balls in his hand.  Michael said, "Jeff, your
tongue on my skin feels so good.  It makes me feel so relaxed."  As Michael
then ran his finger into Jeff's ass crack and over his asshole, he said,
"Now, this is something I didn't do when you were a baby.  But I sure did
wipe a lot of shit off that little pink asshole of yours."

Jeff finally turned his head and looked up at Michael and said, "Dad would
you mind if I kissed your penis?  I know it isn't the same, but even the
president of the United States had his penis kissed."  Jeff didn't mention
it, but he remembered what an explosive experience it was when Jake sucked
him off.  Because of that, he was sure that his dad would love it, too, if
he hadn't already been given a blow job by someone else.

Michael smiled and said, "Jeff, I want you to do whatever you want to do.
It's so wonderful to have you with me like this."

Jeff moved his tongue down through the mass of black pubic hair to the base
of his dad's hard penis.  Then he slowly brought his tongue up along the
top side of the penis and onto the head, which was dripping with pre-cum.
The feel and the taste of this semen was so good.  Then slowly, he sucked
in as much of his dad's penis as he could, just like Jake had done.  He
tried to imitate the great tongue action that Jake had performed on him.
But soon, Michael put his hand on Jeff's head and said, "Be careful!  I'm
getting pretty close!"  Jeff lifted his head, stretching out a long string
of semen running from his lips to his dad's pee hole.

Jeff wasn't really sure he wanted his dad to come in his mouth, anyway.  He
always ate his own cum and loved it, but he wasn't so sure about someone
else's.  At the same time, though, the thought of eating his dad's thick
cum was terribly exciting to him.  With Michael's encouragement, Jeff then
brought his tongue down over his dad's balls.  The ball sack was so
wonderfully soft with it's slightly salty and sweaty taste.  Michael was
quietly groaning with pleasure, as Jeff sucked each ball separately into
his mouth.

Jeff had always been attracted to Michael's legs.  They were moderately
muscular, but beautifully shaped.  They were very tan and covered with a
light layer of soft light brown hair-almost blond hair.  Jeff scooted down
and began sucking on the skin and hair of Michael's inner thighs.  Michael
instinctively spread his legs and bent them slightly at the knee.  The
thrill of going over his dad's legs with his tongue almost gave Jeff an
orgasm without even touching his penis.

Suddenly, Michael said, "Come on up here, Jeff.  Please."  Jeff stretched
out, bringing his head up even with Michael's.  Michael grabbed Jeff's head
with both hands and began to violently kiss him on the mouth.  His tongue
searched wildly every recess in Jeff's mouth.  Then he went almost wild and
started licking Jeff's face-his lips, his nose, his eyes.  Then his chin
and cheeks and ears.  Jeff felt like he was about to go over the edge into
some kind of other world with the feel of his dad's tongue and saliva all
over his face.  Then Michael rolled Jeff over on his back and began giving
him a total tongue bath-down his arms, his chest, under his arms, his
stomach, his hips and pubic hair.  Then running his tongue up and down the
underside of Jeff's shaft, his balls and down the legs.  His tongue went so
lightly over the hair on Jeff's legs that it tickled erotically to the
point where he called out for his dad to stop, which he didn't.

Michael told Jeff to roll over on his stomach.  He then tongue bathed him
up the back of the legs and into Jeff's ass crack.  Jeff raised his hips in
such a way that his dad could get his tongue down deeper into his ass.
Then he could feel the rapid swiping of his dad's tongue over his asshole,
as well as the pressure when his dad tried to enter.

Jeff rolled over on his back again and pulled Michael down on top of him.
Their hard penises were pressing against each other.  Michael, with his
face only inches from Jeff's said, "Jeff I just can't help this.  I hope
this isn't bothering you.  I have this to say to you.  I love you, Jeff.
For a long time I've wanted so much to have you as my lover.  I really am
sorry if this is upsetting to you.  I just can't help it."  Not letting
Jeff say a word, Michael went on.  "And don't say that I am doing this
because I am upset over my dad's death."  His voice began to chock.  "My
love for you and my love for your body has nothing to do with my dad's
death.  It has everything to do with just you and me.  I want us to be
lovers, Jeff."

Tears began running down Michael's cheeks, and Jeff kissed his face wildly,
licking up his dad's salty tears as fast as he could.  In spite of
Michael's denials, Jeff knew that the shock of Ol' Ben's death had likely
had a big effect on his dad's emotional state of mind.  This was a time
when Michael needed all the love anyone could give him, and he just
couldn't prevent all of his feelings of love for Jeff to come pouring out.
It is what Jeff had long wanted, and he secretly thanked Ol' Ben for this
last great favor.

"Dad, from this moment on, we ARE lovers.  You said everything to me that I
wanted to say to you.  I always wanted to taste your skin and feel the
contour of your body, and have it warm and moist pressed against mine.  The
weight of your body on mine is what I dreamed of so often."

As Michael was lying on top of Jeff, he began to hump so his penis was
rubbing along the side of Jeff's penis.  Jeff told him to stop.  He said he
wanted to get his dad off with his mouth.  "It will be my first time, dad.
And I always wanted my first time to be with you."

Michael said, "I would love that, Jeff.  But you can pull off when I tell
you I'm cumming."

"No, dad, I want to take it all.  I really want to taste your sperm.  It's
important to me."

Jeff scooted down and plunged his mouth over his dad's hard penis and
started vigorously sucking.

"Slow down, Jeff.  Take it easy.  You'll find it not so tiring if you go
slow, and it will also make it last longer for me.  When you get done, I'll
show you myself.

Jeff slowed down to a more even pace.  As he sucked, he ran his hand up and
down his dad's legs.  The feel of the contour of his legs was so erotic.
After about five minutes, Michael's legs began to tense up, his breathing
became faster, and he was beginning to buck his hips.  Jeff could feel his
dad's penis get larger and harder in his mouth.  Then suddenly Jeff could
feel his dad's penis begin throbbing powerfully and filling his mouth with
sweet tasting cream.  Michael let out a loud yell as he was coming.  Jeff
remembered hearing that yell many times at home from his mom and dad's
bedroom at night.  Jeff was forced to swallow most of his dad's cum, but he
kept a good deal of it in his mouth, moving it around with his tongue so
its marvelous taste could continue as long as possible.  To Jeff it tasted
so much better than his own sperm.

Michael's head fell back on the pillow, and he lay there panting for a few
moments while gently caressing Jeff's leg, which was stretched out close to
his head.  Jeff continued to suck on his dad's penis, even as it was
deflating.

"Dad, from now on I want to take all of your cum.  Whenever you want to
cum, I want to be there to take it."

Jeff rolled over on his back, and Michael got up on his haunches between
his legs.  He began fondling Jeff's balls and would lean over and give
Jeff's penis little kisses and lick off the drool of pre-cum running out of
it.  Each time he would lightly kiss the head, Jeff's penis would jump.
But soon, his hard penis had been sucked deep into his dad's mouth.  As
Michael slowly brought his lips up and down over the shaft, he continued to
fondle Jeff's balls.  Then very slowly, he moved his hand down under Jeff's
ass cheeks and into the crack.  As he continued to suck Jeff's penis and
swirl his tongue around it, Michael gently pressed a finger into Jeff's
asshole.  Jeff let out a yelp.  Michael just held it there for a minute
until Jeff became a little more comfortable with it.  Then he slowly pushed
it deeper and deeper into Jeff's rectum.

Jeff found the feeling of his dad's finger in his asshole so wonderful that
he could feel his orgasm building just as it had when Jake gave him his
first blow job.  Michael pulled off of Jeff's penis for just a moment so he
could ask him if his finger was making him too uncomfortable.  But at that
moment, Jeff let out an agonizing groan and shot a huge load of sperm right
into his dad's face.  Michael was surprised that he hadn't felt any
warning, but he just kept his face where it was so that every one of the
long ropes of thick while cum from his son's penis would cover his face.
As the cum dripped down into Michael's mouth, he lapped it up eagerly.  He
wiped off as much as he could with his fingers and ate it.  Then he told
Jeff to lick the rest of it off his face.  Jeff took hold of his father's
head and licked his face as vigorously as he would an ice cream cone.

Jeff and Michael finally collapsed stretched out next to each other, both
playing idly with each others soft penises.  Jeff said, "Dad, how did you
think my sperm tasted?  Did you like it?"

"Jeff, I can say it is the best sperm I have ever tasted.  If you want to
eat all of my sperm from now on, then you'll have to let me eat all of your
sperm.  Deal?"

Jeff rolled over against Michael and they kissed very deeply for a long
time.  Michael then asked, "Was my finger in your asshole very
uncomfortable?

Jeff replied, "At first it was, but I soon hardly felt it."

Michael said, "The best orgasms I have are when I have something up my ass.
We'll try something more than just one finger next time."

"What?  How about now?"

"Jeff, I think I would really like to take a rest now.  Why don't we both
go to sleep right here together?"

Michael and Jeff awoke suddenly with a loud knocking on the door.  Jeff
jumped up and opened the door to find Enrique very agitated.  He had gone
to sleep in his room, but was awakened by gravel that was being thrown at
his window.  It was 5:30 in the afternoon, and the gravel thrower was Jake
wanting to know what he and the others were supposed to do for supper.
Enrique had always prepared the meal for the ranch hands before he made
supper for Ol' Ben.  But today, he was so distraught over Ol' Ben's death,
he had gone to his room and fallen asleep.

Jeff told him to come in and sit down.  He got dressed quickly and went
into the pantry to see if there was anything that could be fixed for the
men in an emergency.  He found dozens of cans of stew and of baked beans, a
great number of packages of frozen weiners, bacon and other packages of a
great variety of meat in the freezer.  Jake saw Jeff through the kitchen
window and knocked on the door.  Jeff let him in and told him that Enrique
was too upset to do anything about supper.

Jeff said, "I can either throw a dozen cans of stew in a pot and heat it
up, or I can put a pile of weiners in a pot of water and boil them up.  We
have plenty of bread and mustard and ketchup.  We also have about 5 gallons
of milk.  I don't know how to cook otherwise, so you guys will have to
settle for something that I can just heat up in a pot."

Jake said, "Just boil up the weiners, kid.  We'll make do with that okay.
How's your old man?  I know it's tough on him.  You know, I gotta talk to
him pretty soon because we gotta know what his plans is about this place.
You know-what about us?  We gotta know something.  I know we're all gonna
get fucked out of our jobs, but I hope Michael will remember some of us
from the old days and give us something to live on til we can find another
job."

Jeff, unwrapping several packages of weiners and throwing them into a big
pot of water, said, "Jake, my dad is pretty shaken up right now.  But I
know he's now the one who's got to take care of everything, so I'm sure
he'll talk to you about it tomorrow morning.  I'll ask him to."

Jake stepped up to Jeff and smiled.  "I know you'll do everything you can
to get your dad to help us, Jeff."  Grabbing hold of Jeff's crotch, he
said, "If you want more blow jobs, just ask, buddy.  There's nothing like a
good blow job to make a fucker forget his troubles!"

"I'll keep that in mind.  And by the way, I don't think I ever did tell you
what a great time you gave me that time in the shower.  It was my first
time, you know."

Meanwhile, in Jeff's room, Michael and Enrique were having a conversation.
Enrique was asking what was going to happen to him.  Michael replied that
he didn't know what was going to happen to anybody who worked on the ranch.
He suggested that, although all of the others would need to go out and find
their own employment, perhaps Enrique could be placed with a willing
family, possibly in Goliad or Victoria.  Enrique started to cry and Michael
told him to come over to the bed where he hugged and kissed the boy.

Jeff came back to the room announcing that he had a big pot of weiners
cooking in the kitchen for the men, and that they seemed to be alright with
that.  Enrique ran over to Jeff and threw his arms around him and, sobbing,
said, "You told me I would never be sent away when the ranch was sold."
Choking on his tears, he gasped, "Please, Jeff I want to stay with you.
Don't send me away."

Michael looked at Jeff questioningly, and Jeff merely said, "Dad, I'll
explain all that to you later.  It's complicated.  Please, I can't talk
about it now."

Michael and Jeff slept fitfully throughout the night in each other's arms.
Jeff rose early and went down to the kitchen at about 5:30 and met Jake at
the kitchen door.  "Well, Jake, since you had the weiners last night for
supper, it's either the canned stew or the baked beans for breakfast.
What's it going to be?"

Jake opted for the stew.

Michael spent the morning arranging for Ol' Ben's funeral in Goliad, and
for his burial in the town cemetery in the old Walker family plot.  He also
decided to turn the place over without any delay to a real estate broker to
sell the property as soon as possible-as is-with no improvements.  In the
afternoon, Michael visited the bank of Goliad to see what loans and
mortgages Ol' Ben had outstanding and what cash there was on hand.  When he
returned to the ranch later in the afternoon, he looked for Jake and found
him in the cow barn.  The two of them sat down in the hay, and Michael
informed Jake that he was going to shut down the operation immediately and
sell the livestock for whatever he could get for it.  The sale of the land,
the buildings, and the machinery and equipment would be handled by a
realtor, and would most likely be sold at auction.  He told Jake that there
was enough cash on hand to pay all the hands two weeks wages starting the
next day, and that everyone should pack up his gear and head on out.  If
they want a place to sleep, they'll be welcome to stay in the bunkhouse for
those two weeks.

Jake's hard, leather like face started to change, and tears began to fill
his eyes.  Looking down at the hay beneath his feet, he said, "I drifted in
here when you was five years old, Michael-around forty years ago.  I don't
know nothin' else.  Your daddy was a tough old bastard to work for, but he
kept me on, even when I made mistakes.  I like to think I helped raise you,
Michael.  Remember all the great times we had over yonder shootin' them
fuckin' rabbits and quail?  You was a great shot when you finally learned
to do what I told ya."

"Ya, I remember.  Those days were some of the greatest."

"Hey, have you ever had a blow job as good as I used to give you?  And
remember when we jerked our dicks off and you shot your load for the first
time in your life?"

"Jake, the first time is always the best, you know that."

"I taught ya a lot, didn't I Michael."

Jake reached over and patted his hand on Michael's cock.  "Hey, how 'bout a
little suck just for old time, Michael?  You'd enjoy me doin' that again,
wouldn't you?"

"Oh, I don't know, Jake.  It's getting pretty close to supper time."

Jake started to rub the growing bulge in Michael's pants.  "This will be
the last time it will ever happen.  And you're never gonna see me again."
Sounding almost like a pleading little boy, he said, "Please, Michael."

Michael smiled and leaned back on the hay and put his hands behind his
head.  Jake, slowly undid Michael's belt and pulled his pants and underwear
down to his knees.

Jake looked at Michael's penis standing up hard and rigid and said, "I
remember when you didn't have a single hair around your little one-inch
cock.  Now you got a hard-on at least seven inches long with big luscious
balls and a big bush of hair.  The last time we did this, Michael, was when
you went off to that college, remember?"

Jake took off his shirt.  He liked to be naked or nearly naked when he gave
blow jobs.  He knelt down between Michael's legs and slowly lowered his
mouth on Michael's waiting penis.  He said, "Michael I want you to tell me
if you remember the special way I always sucked you off.  You always told
me my tongue action was the secret."

The whole experience was turning out to be every bit the same as Michael
remembered it form years before.  Jake's tongue was indeed a magic
instrument.  Just as he remembered doing years before, he would give Jake a
slight signal with his hand when Jake was to slow down and make it last.
Over the next ten minutes, Michael gave the signal to slow down at least
five times.  He was beginning to sweat profusely and could feel his entire
body tingling with each rising and then subsiding pre-orgasmic feeling.  He
became so frantic with desire, he started shouting, Suck me Jake, Suck me
Jake.

Suddenly, the barn door creaked open and there stood Jeff.  He was
shirtless with only his boots and a pair of shorts.  Michael was so close
to cumming that the sight of Jeff looking on sent him over the edge.  As he
shot his load into Jake's mouth, he yelled that yell he always did when he
was cumming.  Jeff's penis became as hard as a rock, and he rushed over and
laid down next to his father and watched the look of total abandon on his
face that one always has when one is going through an orgasm.  Jeff then
begged Jake to take him also.

After Jake sucked Michael dry, he switched immediately over to Jeff's
penis.  Michael wanted to lean over and kiss Jeff on the lips, but did not
want Jake to see that there was that kind of a relationship between him and
Jeff.

Jake asked if his tongue felt as good on Jeff's penis as it did the last
time, and Jeff said, "Better!"  Michael looked at Jeff and said, "Ah, I see
you have, yourself, come under Jake's spell before.  His blow jobs are hard
to beat."

Jeff began to stiffen up and moan loudly, then yelled, I'm cumming you
cocksucker, and blew his load into Jake's waiting mouth.  Jake didn't
swallow it immediately, he rolled it around in his mouth and let some of it
dribble out and run down his chin.

As Michael and Jeff lay side by side with their pants down at their ankles
and their penises rapidly collapsing, Jake asked them if they would please
stay right there while he jacked off in front of them.  He took off all his
clothes and sat leaning against a post with his legs apart.  He had a
magnificent physique for a sixty year old man and a cock which was clearly
at least eight inches long.  As he stroked, he looked at Michael and Jeff
and asked them both to strip down completely naked.  He said it would give
him such pleasure to jack off and shoot his load for the last time on the
ranch while looking at the two of them, father and son, lying naked before
him.

As Jake stroked, Jeff reached his foot in between Jake's legs and tickled
his balls with his big toe.  As soon as he started doing that, Jake
stiffened up and started bucking and let our a yowl as he shot great long
ropes of hot thick white sperm all over Jeff's leg, from which, when he was
finally done, he lapped up every drop.

Michael finally said, "My God, how could the afternoon have ended in a more
special way?"  He turned to Jeff, and said, "Since I now know that you had
been favored with Jake's talents before this, I have to tell you, to give
Jake even more credit, that he and I were special buddies when I was
growing up down here on the ranch, and it was with Jake when I first
masturbated successfully, and it was Jake who, from the day I turned 13,
showed me the joys of being given blow jobs."  Jake smiled broadly and felt
that there could have been no parting tribute to him more fitting than
that.

Since it was time to get the supper meal going, they quickly got their
clothes back on and hurried back to the house.

Enrique was in the kitchen doing his best to resume his duties as the cook.
The meal he prepared for the men was judged passable, but not one of his
best efforts.  After he cleaned up, Enrique went into the living room and
turned on the TV set.

Michael and Jeff each took a bottle of beer and went out on the back step
to talk.  Michael soon suggested that they take a walk over to the ridge by
the creek that ran through the property.  He hadn't visited that part of
the ranch since he was a child.  They sat down on the edge of the creek,
and Michael told Jeff, "It was just about on this spot where old Jake used
to suck my cock when I was a little kid.  I thought he was so young and
good looking then, but he's so worn down and tired looking now."

After a short silence, Jeff said, "Dad, about Enrique . . . "

I know Jeff, we're going to have to find a family who'll take him in.  He's
too young to fend for himself."

"No, dad, let me finish.  You know that Marta died shortly after Enrique
was born, and Ol' Ben and your mom took him in and raised him.  Had you
ever heard who Enrique's father was?"

"No, but I figured it was some other migrant who knocked her up and then
disappeared."

"Dad, Ol' Ben was Enrique's father."

Michael looked at Jeff with disbelief in his eyes.  Then he got up and
walked over to the ridge. Looking back toward the house, he said slowly,
"That fucking old son-of-a-bitch.  Why didn't I ever know?"

Jeff stood up and said, "Everyone on the ranch knew because he admitted it
and told everyone that Enrique was his little 'love child.'  Come on back
here, dad, and sit down.  I have something else I have to tell you."
Michael returned and sat down where he had been earlier and waited for the
next shoe to drop.

"Dad, there is something else that I know you're going to hear about before
we leave here.  Ol' Ben was using Enrique for his sexual pleasure."
Michael put his head in his hands.  "He was fucking Enrique almost every
night and going all over the place telling everyone what a tight little
asshole Enrique had.  And Enrique knew that everyone knew, and would tell
everyone that he loved Ol' Ben."

Michael looked up.  "Does Enrique know that Ol' Ben was his father."

"I don't think so.  Everybody says Ol' Ben made a point not to tell him,
and he warned everyone else not to tell him."

Jeff moved close to his dad and kissed him on the cheek and whispered,
"Let's go back to the house.  It'll be dark soon."  Without speaking, they
walked back with their arms around each other's waists.

Ol' Ben's funeral service was to be held in the morning at ten o'clock at
Bleeker's funeral home in Goliad, followed by a grave-side service.  Only
Michael, Jeff, Enrique, and a handful of Ol' Ben's acquaintances from some
of the feed and farm machinery stores where he did business attended the
service at the funeral home.  Since Jake and the other ranch hands didn't
own any clothes decent enough to be worn in a funeral parlor, they were
asked to attend only the grave side service.  Jake was the only one of them
who actually owned a tie, and he wore it on his least worn out blue denim
work shirt.

Jake arrived at the cemetery with his men in the back of a truck.  He
immediately apologized.  "I have to beg your pardon for this bunch of
fuckers.  I know they look like a bunch of garbage dump dogs, but at least
I got 'em to take a bath this morning."

Jeff had earlier searched through Enrique's clothes, and quickly discovered
that Ol' Ben had never given him very many nice things to wear.  The best
he could find was a white short sleeved shirt with a collar and a pair of
white short pants.  The best shoes he had were a pair of athletic shoes-the
kind that made his feet look like they were encased in huge parade floats.
When Jeff saw him all dressed in white contrasted with his beautiful dark
skin, he couldn't resist going over to him and hugging him very hard and
kissing him several times on his arms and neck and cheeks.  Enrique stood
out like a small angel at the gravesite amidst those bunk house denizens
who had come to pay their respects.

The minister began, "Man, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to
live, and is full of misery.  He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower;
he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.  In the
midst of . . . ."

Jeff stood next to Enrique with his arm draped loosely around Enrique's
waist.  Those white pants were far too big for the boy, and as the minister
spoke, Jeff found his hand slipping down inside of the waist band in the
back.  To his surprise, Enrique had not put on any underwear, and Jeff's
hand could easily slip down between Enrique's soft, yet firm, little cheek
buns.  His forefinger found the famous little rose-bud asshole and slowly
entered as they watched Ol' Ben's body being lowered into the ground.  The
minister intoned his final words.

"Unto Almighty God we commend the soul of our brother Benjamin Walker
departed, and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to
ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection unto
eternal life, our Lord Jesus Christ; at whose coming . . . ."

Enrique pressed himself tighter against Jeff, and tears began to roll down
his cheeks.

Jeff said, "Enrique, I'm sorry, am I hurting you?"

Enrique tried to wipe the tears from his eyes and looked up at Jeff.
"Could I sleep with you tonight?  Please.  I want to be with you so badly
now that I can't be with Ol' Ben no more."

"Why do you want to sleep with me?  You have your own bed."

"I want you to do what you are doing right now.  But I want you to do it
with your cock like Ol' Ben did for me."

The very thought of having this sweet, lovely boy lying naked next to him
in bed made Jeff very hard.  He could think of nothing else for the rest of
the service.  As dirt was finally thrown upon the casket, the ranch hands
climbed back into the truck to be transported back to the ranch, and after
Michael gave the minister a twenty dollar bill with his thanks, he, Jeff,
and Enrique drove away.

It was now early afternoon, and once back at the ranch, Michael and Jeff
decided to go through all of Ol' Ben's personal belongings and pack up
those items that should be kept by the family.  All of the furnishing in
the house would be sold at auction later.  The long task of meticulously
going through all of Ol' Ben's papers and memorabilia lasted most of the
afternoon.  They eventually came to a large cardboard box at the bottom of
one of his bureau drawers that contained seemingly hundreds of 8 by 10 inch
glossy photographs.  It was a pornographic collection of unimagined
proportions.  Most of the photographs pictured Ol' Ben himself in every
kind of sexual situation one could imagine.  Michael and Jeff looked at the
pictures one by one open-mouthed and in stunned silence.

There were a number of pictures of Ol' Ben fucking Enrique in various
positions, as well as Enrique both sucking Ol' Ben's penis and eating out
his asshole.  There were also a number of photographs of three, four, five,
and even six men and women, including Ol' Ben, having sexual orgies of
every kind.  There were several photographs of Ol' Ben and two of the ranch
hands that Jeff recognized when he had taken the shower with them some
weeks before.  Neither one, however, was the infamous Joseph.  One of them
was the beautiful young twenty-five year old who was the first to fuck
Joseph that time in the shower.  He and the other ranch hand were fucking
and being fucked and were sucking cock.  Jeff and Michael could hardly
believe what they were looking at.

Near the bottom of the box were two photographs that neither Michael nor
Jeff would have believed if they hadn't seen the picture themselves.  They
were pictures of Michaels older brother, Jared and Ol' Ben.  In one of them
Ol' Ben was holding Jared's legs in the air and fucking him in the ass.  In
the other, Jared was sucking Ol' Ben's penis.  Michael collapsed in a chair
and just said over and over, "I can't believe this.  Jared and I used to
jack off together a lot, but he never gave any signs that he liked to do
this sort of thing.  In fact, he always rejected the advances of Jake."

Jared had gone off to college two years before Michael did, and after
graduation, had married and had a son and a daughter.  Michael had never
had any indication that his brother was interested in the least in being
fucked or giving blow jobs.

As they were looking at the pictures, Enrique came into the room.  Noticing
the pictures, he saw the ones of Jared and Ol' Ben and said, "There were
some pictures of Jared fucking me, too, but Ol' Ben let Jared have them."

Michael closed up the box and put it aside with the other things that he
was going to take home with him.  Enrique departed for the kitchen to start
dinner, and Jeff said he was going to take a little walk outside.  He went
directly to the showers where the crew was taking their late afternoon
shower.  He spotted the young man who was in the picture with Ol' Ben and
called him aside before he went into the shower stall.  He learned that his
name was Corky.

Jeff tried to act as nonchalant as possible.  "Corky, I know that you have
had some activity with Ol' Ben-you know, sexual activity.  We're trying to
clean out his stuff and we noticed that he had some pictures of you and him
that you might like to have.  We haven't got them all sorted yet, but why
don't you come on into the house after supper and we'll dig them out for
you."

Corky said, "Yeah.  Uh, uh, I'm not sure what pictures you're talkin'
about."  Jeff could tell that Corky knew exactly what pictures they were.

This was going to be the last night they would stay in the house.  In the
morning, those items that would not be sold would be packed in both
Michael's car, as well as in and Ol' Ben's car that Jeff would drive, and
the house will be locked up.

At about eight o'clock, Corky arrived at the door.  Jeff and Michael
brought him into Ol' Ben's room and opened the box.  Most of the pictures
spilled out onto the bed, and Jeff sorted through them to find the one's
with Corky.

Corky's eyes seemed to pop out of his head as he looked at all the wild
pornography before him.  Jeff looked down and could see that Corky's cock
was like a rock extending down the left leg of his jeans.  Finally Jeff
found the one with Corky.  But Corky looked puzzled.

"Where's the one of me fucking Enrique?"

Jeff though, "My God, Enrique's little hole must be like the Holland
Tunnel!  Is there no one but me who hasn't fucked him?"

He said, "Corky, Michael and I and Enrique are leaving tomorrow for good.
I was wondering if you would like to spend the night here with us-just for
this last night."

"Sure!  Golly!  Sure!"  It was obvious Corky was ready to play.  Just then
Enrique came into the room.  Corky saw him and said, "Hey, ya little
fucker, how ya doin?  I'm gonna spend the night here with you guys.  Ain't
that somethin'?"  Enrique's eyes lighted up at the idea.

Jeff went into his own room where Michael had already climbed into bed.
"Dad, I think this should be a big night for all of us.  It's going to be
the last night the Walker family will ever spend in this house."

Michael nodded and said, "I agree with you Jeff, let's let the good times
roll, as someone said.  Where is that ranch hand, Corky.  He sure looks
like he could be the life of the party."

"Dad, I left him in Ol' Ben's room with Enrique."

"Well, Jeff, we had better go in and rescue him."

When they arrived, they found Enrique on his back on Ol' Ben's bed, with
Corky holding his legs in the air and pumping his hard 9 inch cock into
Enrique's ass hole.  They both seemed oblivious to Michael and Jeff.
Enrique was moaning, "Push harder!  Push harder!"  Corky was growling, "I'm
gonna rip your fuckin' asshole open and jam my fuckin' cock so far up it's
gonna come outta your fuckin' mouth!"

Michael was standing there naked and Jeff literally ripped his own clothes
off and jumped on the bed behind Corky and tried to tongue-fuck him.  But
Corky was pounding Enrique too fast and Jeff couldn't get his mouth close
to Corky's asshole.  Michael reached into the bed table drawer and found a
dildo and some vaseline and handed it to Jeff.  Jeff jammed it into Corky's
ass hole and Corky let out a yell and then started purring like a kitten.
Jeff kept fucking Corky's ass very vigorously with the dildo, and both
Enrique and Corky were moaning.

Michael couldn't stand anymore of this, and jumped on the bed and straddled
his hips over Enrique's face with his own ass facing back toward Corky.  As
he continued to fuck Enrique, Corky leaned forward slightly and was able to
get his tongue into Michael's asshole, while Michael had his own hard penis
in Enrique's mouth.  Jeff then put his head down on the bed next to
Enrique's ass and was able to lick around his asshole while Corky's hard
penis was steam engining itself in and out of the hole.  At the same time,
Jeff was jacking himself off, and Enrique was likewise jacking off.

It was still late August, and the weather was still hot, humid, and sultry.
The four partners on Ol' Ben's bed were dripping with sweat.  Jeff's face
was covered with sweat that was dripping off of Corky's balls and crotch.
Suddenly, Michael said he was cumming.  He pulled out of Enrique's mouth
and shot great streams of hot sperm all over Enrique's chest and stomach.
Just then, Enrique started to have his orgasm and cried out "My penis is
shooting cream!" and his sperm also shot onto his stomach, flowing into the
pools of Michael's sperm.  Corky started pounding Enrique's little asshole
harder and harder and grunting louder and louder.  He then just in time
pulled out of Enrique's asshole and shot his load of thick white sperm over
Enrique's penis and on to his stomach, enlarging the pool of creamy white
sperm even more.  Jeff then got up on his knees next to Enrique and let go,
with a loud yell, four or five long streams of thick sperm that looked like
liquid paste.  It literally splashed into the virtual lake of hot white cum
on little Enrique's stomach.

Michael, now off of Enrique, leaned over and buried his face in the pool of
sperm and took a good mouthful.  Then Jeff did the same, and Corky also
went down.  With sperm smeared on their faces, each of them leaned down to
kiss Enrique and transfer the sperm in their mouths into Enrique's mouth.
By the time they had each done that, Enrique's face was covered with white
sperm, and it was drooling out of the side of his mouth down his cheek.

Everyone on the bed was totally spent and lay completely exhausted.  After
resting for about a half hour, Corky seemed to be revived and rolled Jeff's
dad over and proceeded to eat out his asshole.  Then Michael said, "Fuck
me, Corky.  Really fuck me.  And Jeff, come up here and sit on my face
while I'm getting fucked.  I want to suck on your balls and on your
asshole."  Jeff lowered his crotch onto his dad's face, with himself facing
down so that he could see Corky's cock going in and out of his dad's
asshole.  Jeff could feel his dad's tongue forcing its way into his own
asshole and the feeling was so wonderful.  Suddenly Corky stiffened up and
pulled out of Michael's asshole and shot another big load onto his stomach.
This time, Enrique leaned over and sucked all of Michael's sperm into his
mouth.

Jeff had never seen his dad getting fucked.  He watched intently and could
tell how much his dad loved it.  Michael had a look on his face like he was
oblivious to everything around him.  Jeff had never fucked anyone and had
never been fucked.  That was something he looking forward to, but he wanted
his first time to be with his dad when they were alone.

Soon, all were sound asleep.  It was now 3:00 a.m. and all seemed well with
the world.


This is the third chapter of "My Father, My Son."  The fourth chapter will
be posted shortly.  Readers' comments and/or suggestions and/or criticisms
of any nature are welcome.  And all e-mail messages received will be
responded to promptly.

Tom Borden
Tombor99@excite.com