Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2000 21:28:45 PDT From: Zachery o Subject: Pat and me part-17 Forget the long intros, you know the rules. Our series will continue as long as we know someone is reading. Trademark names that appear are copyright of the respective holders, our series is copyright 1999-2OOO. No reproduction outside of Nifty Archives is permitted. Soon the story will appear in my own story collection called the "Ruby Apple" however Nifty reserves full rights to my series. A story of lifelong and unlimited love between two teenagers, keep an open mind should you decide to continue reading. Pat and me part-17: Finding Our Lost Souls I woke to Patrick rolling around in my bed trying to find a cool spot. Frustrated he gave up and plastered himself aganst me. I reached around and grabbed his big package and gently squeezed it. His foreskin rolled back as his cock filled for some action. I leaned over and took his slender tip between my lips and gently lapped at the hole, his balls went tight aganst his body. My fingers seeked out his big tits and gently pinched them making his body stretch out like a happy cat. Nothing was better than sucking Pats nipple, so natural and so pure. Some may not agree with me but then again they have to deal with two large teenagers. I scrubbed the top of Pats tender tip aganst my tounge making him arch out, his precum was trying to give him some relief but I wasn't going to let that happen, I made him feel his sex like it ws meant to be: strong and pure. His back arched, his legs tensed as his orgasm was nearing. I let off and went between his legs to the other side. Clean and hairless just like when we were smaller boys, the feelings were just as strong. I spread his legs out and went for the gold. Back on his hard cock I sucked slow and deep making sure the feelings were known. His balls got tighter and his cock twitched, he let loose filling me up. Warm and wet I took it all in, not a word or noise as nature unleased her fury across his body. All too soon it was over but I forgot about that part as I continued to suck his dick making him shake with his second orgasm. Without words Patrick turned me over and began to suck my nipple, strong hard and pure it was a drug between my legs. His lips pushed my skin back and my slim tip ground aganst the roof of his mouth making me squirm right off the bed and down to the floor. Not outdone, Pat finsihed business right there on the spot making me drive a flood inside him. My nerves exploded in fire, my cock was straining inside its skin and my balls were so tight you could have struck a match on them. "Good morning brother." Pat kissed me "You still have the touch, little brother." I kissed him back "Little? I will show you who's little!" A small tickle fight broke out as we forgot our age and regressed back to something like twelve. This lasted a short time until "The Critter" came to my door and demanded in. Christopher got the new name from Justin who was now becoming fluent in the language of toddlers. His first birthday was last week. Even today we call him Critter and he loves it. Soon my room was filled with giggly happy little boy fun with Justin and Chris joining in on the fun. We tickled and wrestled about until the kids got restless for food, we went down to start on breakfast. "You still going to get your new truck today?" Mom inquired. Pat's truck wore out and started on fire last month, so I gave him my car. I was just glad Pat wasn't hurt at all. "Umm yea..." My mind was still upstairs. "How about the farm this week?" "That too, gonna take the new truck from the dealer's." The plan was, get my truck and we were going to Grandpa's farm for a week to help out and find ourselves. This was our last summer vacation before graduation and we wanted to make sure we were still kids when we graduated. The summer of 1988 was going to be one we didn't forget. After breakfast we rounded up the boys in Pat's car with Mom driving. I threw our duffel bags in the trunk and took off to Main Motors to get my new S-1O pickup truck. We arrived sooner than I thought and I spotted the black truck in the lot. I had two choices, a red one with the little four and air or a black one with the bigger six without air and three years old but several thousand cheaper. I looked both trucks over... Both had the same miles but I liked the older one better, it had more of a truck feel. The reason it was three years old and still new was something with the bank and the other buyer. It was repossesed and sat until the bank got its shit together. I drove both trucks, the little four couldn't pull a greased string out of a cats asshole and it felt harsh. The six felt very strong, chirping the tires as I hit second. My mind made up, we went back in and I signed on the dotted line and handed them the cashier's check. Eighteen years old I didn't have to have Mom sign. I felt so mature and so strong. Nothing could have stopped me. They took the truck and made sure everything was right, and installed the requested CD player. The dealer handed me the keys to a Camaro to try it out. Firm and tight, like Pat's ass; however I wasn't so crazy on cars. The truck fit me better. I still own that same truck today. We finished at the dealership. I threw our bags in the back and we made our way to the Perkins for some lunch, my treat. "Dude! This thing is so nice, man! What do you think the Olds is worth on trade?" Pat was beaming, although I knew he wasn't going to give up the car. "Well let's see here, it's a diesel and no one wants them anymore. Umm... maybe a few grand." The smile left his face. "Man, see? You shoulda got the gas one, man." "Yea, right. And give up the mileage? Not to mention all the tickets? Sheez!" "Your right about the mileage, man. And the cops? They don't even look at me. Thanks again for the car. You're the best brother around." Pat snuck his hand into my lap and squeezed my package. We arrived at the Perkins with Mom in front of us and went in where it was cooler. My mind wondered if having the air wouldn't be so bad. We sat down and I caught Mom's face: one big smile. "I am so proud of you Zachery: you handled that like a man." Mom beamed. "Yea, but that's nothing to have a nervous breakdown over, Mom." I was feeling devious. "I know, but you grew up so fast this past year, I can't help it." "Well, when you have the best Mom on the planet, the best brothers and a great son things happen." Our food arrived as I finished and, just as I dug in, Mom smiled her seal of apporval at me. We ate in silence for the most part. Justin had his fun with part of his malt. Finished with our meal, Mom hugged us outside and we set off to an auto parts store for a wrench and special tool for the carburetor: factory settings are not always right to the ear. Satisfied, we made our way off to the farm for some good old-fashioned countryboy fun with Gramps, I wanted to take Justin, but he was a bit too young for this heat... It was HOT out! "Wild horses could not drag me away...from you" Gino Vanelli played out my favorite tune as I shifted into fifth gear, my hand slid down from the shifter and went for Pat's hand. Fingers locked, we felt each other's love as we drove into the afternoon. Only two thoughts on my mind, my son and Patrick. Justin was in good hands, but this was the longest Dad has ever been away. Was he upset? He crying for Dad? My mind raced, thinking about him. I tried to put it out of my head, but I started to feel guilty and started having second thoughts -- at least until Pat squeezed my hand. I loosened up: I mean it was only for a week and it was something I needed. We arrived at the farm and were greeted by Grams, who was busy tending the huge garden that surrounded the big farmhouse. "Oh, my! Look at both of you! You've grown so big! My Word!" Grams was all hugs, a great woman indeed. We kissed our greetings and talked about how the little boys were doing. Gramps came lumbering by in the tractor, as he was mowing the hay in the field. We all met and went inside for some iced tea and cookies. Star oatmeal cookies and great tea. "How would you boys like to help me get the hay mowed, wind has stopped now and it's all going to dry out too much," he spoke with his irish accent that I loved so much. We didn't need any prodding as we went out and helped Gramps get the hay not only mowed but bailed, loaded and ready. The afternoon blew by faster than the breeze, the hot sun baked us golden brown. After dinner we loaded the loft up until sunset, then went down to the pond to skip some rocks. The long hot day took a toll on us as we talked about the day. We stumbled over to a large tree and sat down, tired but relieved. "Justin's on your mind, isn't he?" Pat broke the silence. "Yea, he is. I mean this is the longest Dad has been away. Wonder how he's doing." "Justin is doing fine, bro, just fine. I can feel it." "Yea, but I mean... I've never been this far away from him. I feel so selfish not being there for him." Pat turned and looked me in the eye. "Look Zach, you have done more with Justin in the past year than most dads will in five years. Anyone calls you selfish, they need to take a closer look at both of you." He held my hand in his. "Guess you're right, but I just feel like... " Pat cut me off. "Zach: look at me, man. You need a little time for yourself. You spend a lot of time with him now. Any more and it might not be good for both of you. You put your life on hold for him and then some. Look: do this for Justin and do this for yourself. You need the time off to clear your head." Pat kissed me. I returned it and before I knew it the guilt left me as the sun began to sink behind the trees. "Wanna go for a swim, bro?" Pat's face had the look I hadn't seen for years: the look of mischief. I stood up and we began to strip out of our shorts. Two nude farmboys, we stood and admired the other before our eyes. Both tall and strong yet so young and free. We jumped into the cool water and purified ourselves. The years dropped off, as we returned to something like thirteen throwing water at the other and having a great time. We forgot about the setting sun and soon it was twilight. A big full moon peered over the horizon, as the sun sank lower. The stars began to peer out and looked down at two naked boys who played on a beach in the middle of nowhere. Exhausted but refreshed, we sat under a tree and stared at the stars and wondered. Nothing was said as we held hands. Thoughts ran through our heads. We both fell asleep for a short time, until Gramps came looking for us. "You boys alright down here? Patrick? Zachery? You down here?" His footsteps were quick, yet light. "Yea, Gramps, down by the water." "Ahh, there you are! Mind if I join you?" We forgot we were nude, but it didn't matter really. "I must say, I cannot thank you boys enough for the help today!" We sat and talked farming for a while, little details and things about the day. Then he became quiet. "I just want you boys to be careful out there. Not everyone will accept you at face value. The world is full of short sighted people. Your mother raised two fine lads in my eyes, just be careful." This somewhat suprised me, but not really. Grams and Gramps still enjoy sex. We sat and talked about life and all. If there was anyone who knew the meaning of life, it was my Gramps and Grams. War-torn Ireland drove them to the States to seek a safe and secure life. Gramps went back to the house and we stayed down by the water thinking and wondering, as we looked to the stars. "Zach? What's gonna happen after school? I mean are we gonna, like, drift apart and start our families?" Pat broke the silence. "Don't know, man, but let's take it one day at a time." We drifted off to sleep under the stars, hand in hand. The warm summer night and lack of bugs kept us close and still. Clear sky and a bright moon covered us as we slept. We awoke to thunder off in the distance and a slight breeze -- no -- more like a stiff wind. I stood up and watched the storm charge across, lightning cutting through the sky like a knife. We went back to the safety of my truck. The wind stole our clothes, so we had to drive back nude. No big deal for us, really, but I wasn't sure how Grams would take it, if she was up. We drove through the field back to the house. The rain was pounding down, along with large hail. I actually got to try out the 4-wheel drive going up the hill. Back inside the house, we were safe; however, Grams greeted us at the door and gave a slight smile. "I see you boys are like two peas in a pod. Ya sure take after your grampa. I must say you do look good." She always had a way of making you feel good. We watched the storm for a while and decided to call it a night: not to sleep but some lovin' then sleep. "You boys get some sleep now! Ya got a hard day tomorrow and don't do anything I wouldn't do." I felt my face turn red: was it that obvious? We settled into our room. I turned out the lights and held Patrick close to me, as the storm unleashed its fury. The cool wind blew across our laps and drove our cocks to full mast in moments. "You wanna?" He still had that look of mischief. "Yea, you?" Nothing more was said. I went between his legs and took his hard cock between my lips. The taste and feel made me feel secure. Slowly, I sucked him deep and hard. He moaned out in pleasure. Precum was flowing faster than the rain, as I lapped at his big dick. My hand went for his plump nuts and my other found a tit and began to tweak at it, making the nipple rock hard. I felt the fine hairs that were sprouting around his tits: soft and fine, yet still invisible to the eye. I had a few light hairs on my chest but the sun had bleached them out. Pat arched his ass off the bed and doing so I ran my finger down his crack knowing he was at the ragged edge. I stopped sucking him so close to his orgasm, the slightest move would have sent him off. I was doing my dicktease on him and he loved it. "Damn, Zach! Finish it pleassseee! Pleasseee, I can't take it much longer!" Yea right: watch me! Running both fingers across his chest and nipples, he squirmed in pleasure, I could almost see the corona of his impending orgasm between his legs, as it lit up his nuts. Flicking his nipples a bit too fast, Patrick unleashed. I just let it go where it wanted, the feeling of having something that strong, yet not touching the source, was without words. His body scrambled across the bed, as his muscles pumped his waves out. I was impressed with his volume, a big puddle covered his belly. Patrick stopped moving altogether, as the after-orgasm drift took him off to sleep. I grabbed some underwear from my bag and cleaned him off. Somehow, to me, it's not the same if left out too long. Wrapping him in my arms, I fell asleep across Pat's chest. My cock was still hard but, big deal, I can take care of it tomorrow. Out like a light until early morning... "Breakfast is ready, boys!" I heard Gramps outside the door. My mind registered but my body was still out. Gramps came in to see if we were inside. I was still nude across Pat's chest. Pat was still out like a light. The hard work and heat from yesterday took its toll on us, as our bodies tried to quickly adapt. "Looks like you boys had quite a night. Come down when you're ready." I felt my face flare up. My mind powered up. "Ummm... err... yea, okay," was all I could mutter. "Don't worry, lad, I was your age once." Gramps winked. We got up and threw on some shorts. Today was Saturday and it was going to be a much easier day. Full of Grams' bacon and eggs, we set out to explore the farm we knew so well. Gramps gave us instructions on washing the cattle: Normon the bull has a date with the ladies later on and gramps wants all the cattle to look their best. Simple chore really, hose the cows down and keep them on the east pasture. We set out to the barn and began our work, hook a cow up to the milker and when it's done wash her down. I spotted Norm on the other side of the gate looking in: he was trying to decide which cow he was going to plug later on. I noticed his cock was almost dragging on the ground, that fucker had to be a foot long or better! His big nuts looked like baseballs inside a brown paper bag. "You lookin' at his cock, ain't ya?" Pat gave me his million dollar grin. "You only wish yours was that big," I ribbed back. "Oh yea? Just remember where it goes, bro!" "Imagine if you had a cock that big. How the fuck do you put it in your pants?" I was playing his game. "Dunno. Maybe coil it up, like a waterhose?" "Imagine getting wood in class with that, man? Shit! Knock over a desk." "Oh yea, and in our room... You want to put that where? I don't think so!" We both exploded laughing. However, Norm didn't think it was very funny, as he cut a river of piss loose and walked away. I had to go myself and figured "What the fuck," as I slid my end out of my shorts and cut loose on the ground: if the cows can do it, I can too! We finished cleaning and milking the cows and turned them loose on the fresh pasture. The tanker truck picked up the milk and our work was done: just some light duty mowing on the hill was left. My cock was still aching for release from last night. A moment's notice and I was hard as a rock. Pat picked up on this as we stood looking at the old Deere tractor. His hand went down to my shorts and pulled my own bull cock out and began to stroke the skin over my meat. Horny as fuck, it didn't take me long to shoot a big wad on the tractor tire. My cock deflated slightly. However, my muscles inside were still pumping. Thin strings of my cum dripped from my tip. Pat turned and kissed me right there in the field under the hot summer sun. "I love you so much, Pat!" "I love you too, Zach. You're the best!" Pat reached up and hit the button for the smaller engine to start. He was going to mow the hill and I was going to do a little horseback riding and try to keep the cattle confined to the grass: they loved the mud. A big cloud of diesel black belched from the old twin. I stood back so I wouldn't get wound up in the flywheel, and Pat was off. I went after the biggest horse and saddled him up, after treating him to some carrots and oats. He remembered me from years ago as a child... Wait! I'm still a child! The day blew by us quickly. The summer heat reached close to ninety degrees and the humidity was close to that as well. I heard the dinner bell off in the distance and slapped the horse on his ass: we took off like lightning back to the house. After dinner and helping Grams with cleanup, we set out to Norm's date. Gramps handed me the rope and I led Norm to the ladies, so he could pick his dance. He sniffed the cows' asses, searching for the perfect one, I watched his boner for reaction. The youngest one cut a fart in his face and his cock twitched to life. Now we all know how new lives are made. However different animals have different ways of figuring out who is ready to mate. Norm sniffed her ass again and rolled his lips up, his cock was starting to drip and was hard as steel. Pat and me sat on the gate as Norm walked around his prize. Gramps was explaining all the details of how he was picking his battle. The cow pranced about, making Norm follow her around the yard. At a safe distance, Norm rolled up her back and went for the gold. However he slipped, and his cock went in the wrong hole. My cock was just as hard thinking about this and what I would like to be doing with Patrick. I suspect he was thinking of the same, as I looked down and saw the big wet spot on his shorts. Once again, Norm rolled up the cow's back and this time he plugged that cow cunt with over a foot of cock. Back and forth he fucked that cow with all his might, dust flew in the air and both were making the sounds of cattle in love (Something I won't describe here). In a way it was funny, but the other side was serious: this was nature at her best, even if it wasn't exactly a darkened room. This bull was doing what I did over a year ago... reproduction. Old Norm must have hit the jackpot, as his noises became louder. The cum spurted from the big cunt as he continued to fuck her brains out. Soon it was over and Norm released his date. Both were satisfied for the moment. Pat also looked satisfied, as I noticed a large wet spot on his shorts and the trail of his own seeds dripping down the wooden fence. Gramps caught this and roard in laughter. "Looks like a little much for you, young Patrick." Pat's face turned deep red and we all split our guts. "Don't sweat it son, I did the same thing at your age. Let's get the cattle rounded up and then go for a swim." Sounded like a grand plan to me. We rounded up the cows and jumped in my truck and headed down to the big pond for a little cleanup and play. Once down at the water we all undressed and jumped in. The cool water was crystal clear and the fish all scattered at our arrival. I was impressed at Gramps who swam to the center of the big pond in only a few short seconds. He was very fit and lean. Pat and me splashed about for a while, playing our childish watergames. All too soon, the sun had set and we made our way to the shore to dry off. This time we had towels and clothes. The week passed us quickly, as we helped Gramps and Grams with the farming. Star-filled nights, Pat and I held each other down by the water. Days filled with hard work and the sense of accomplishment. Grams' love filled our hearts. Her great food filled our bellies. All too soon, it was time to say goodbye and head back home. We kissed and hugged our farewells and made a promise to return soon: Thanksgiving wasn't so far off, after all. We drove in silence. My mind was clear again and my youth had returned. Eighteen on the outside and thirteen inside, Pat and I held hands all the way home. We arrived late that night; however, Mom was waiting up for us. The boys were sleeping on my bed as they waited for us. We hugged our greetings. However, Mom had to work tomorrow morning, so we made a short night. Looking down at my other loves in life I smiled. Critter woke up and noticed me, his face beaming in delight. Justin woke a moment later and held his arms out for a big hug. I picked up my child and held him close and kissed him. His love filled my heart. We undressed and shut out the light: my family was together once again, my son was in my arms and sleep took him quickly. I felt Pat's hand sneak its way down between my legs and gently kneaded my balls, my cock responded quickly and soon I let loose all over the bed. Couldn't help it, but I didn't care: tomorrow morning would be here soon. We kissed a good night and soon we were out. This was a summer we wouldn't forget and it's only getting started. Love you Justin, but only one request: please clean your room sometime after you read this chapter. Dad loves ya!