Christmas came and went, it was a happy time as always, and Johnny and I spent a lot of time together during the Christmas break. 

For Christmas I got Johnny a set of oils that set me back a pretty penny, but it was worth every cent when I saw the look of joy on his face. After all, he was a serious painter (artist?) now, and he had turned out some fabulous work.

Mrs. Janz was certain that Johnny could qualify for an art scholarship at some prestigious college, but Johnny wanted to go to NSU with me, and that was that. There were art programs there too, but of course being a smaller school the opportunities weren't as great there. 

Johnny didn't care though, all he wanted was to study hard and eventually get a good job and continue to paint. He  said he wasn't naive enough to think that he could make a living as an artist, but with his talent I wondered if he wasn't selling himself short.

Art would always be a part of his life and is true to this day. Johnny's art may not have made him wealthy, but the joy and satisfaction it brings him is worth more than silver or gold.

New Year's Eve found us at Johnny's, bringing in the New Year, while Johnny's folks partied elsewhere. We had the whole place to ourselves that night, and once we got naked we didn't put on any clothes till the next morning.

Our love making seemed especially sweet that night, and it seemed as if something had changed for us. Oh, we were still two horny teenage boys, but the urgency of physical sex seemed to be taking a back seat to the spiritual aspect. I don't know if that makes sense, or exactly what I'm trying to say, but I think a part of it was that we were growing up.

Soon we would be 15, and we'd come a long way in the last four years. From those early discoveries of sex and our bodies we were maturing into young men who were discovering there was more to love than getting our rocks off.

It was a sweet time for us, and only got better as we grew older and more in tune with one another. 1968 was a great year for us, and just the beginning of many more to come.

School finally ended and we were both a year older. Our Birthdays that year were spent with family and friends, but mostly with each other as it should be. 

If anyone ever had any doubts that Johnny and I shared a special bond, all they had to do was look at us now. We were tired of pretending, and the apparent acceptance of our parents was heartening.

Not that we were out (a term we didn't know back then) at least not to everyone, but our close friends knew, and we were quite sure our parents knew, even if they weren't talking about it.

We were happy and in love, and we had our whole life ahead of us, but first the summer.

Summer 1968

There was no talk of a family vacation that year, but mom and dad did promise to take us to Tulsa to the Zoo and on other short road trips. That was fine with us, especially after the trip to Arkansas the year before, which had been fun, but a little intense for us.

Uncle Joe announced that this would be the last year on the farm. My aunt was expecting another baby and my uncle said keeping the farm running just wasn't worth the trouble, and they planned on moving into town at the end of the summer.

It was a sad time for us knowing that the farm wouldn't be a part of our lives anymore, but we were determined to make our last time there something to remember.

This year there would be nine of us, the biggest group ever, and we were determined to have the time of our lives and go out with a bang.

Mom said Uncle Joe and Aunt Cathy were having some financial troubles, and so after talking it over with all the guys, everyone agreed that we would do the work this year for free.

I knew Uncle Joe would probably throw a fit when he heard that, so I left it up to mom to tell her baby brother that this year we were working for fun only.

Since the stay on the farm wasn't to begin till the end of June we had plenty of time to enjoy ourselves in other ways.

We spent a lot of our time at the pool that summer, but our group had grown now that Fred and his brothers had become our friends, and sometimes Fred's girlfriend would join us as well.

They were fun times and it gave us an opportunity to unwind and just relax after the events of the previous year.

Ronnie and his friends occasionally joined us at the pool, and once or twice we all met at my house or Johnny's for some fun.

Jacob had grown a little, and if possible was even cuter than before, and we seemed to pick right back up where we'd left off. There were no more opportunities for anything sexual to happen between us, which was fine with me, but he was still just as huggy and clingy as before.

I think he was just craving attention and that intimacy that goes along with a crush, and the relationship we had was more brotherly than anything else.

We had promised Ronnie that we would include him in our get togethers from time to time and of course that kid never forgot it. So, one Saturday when we were feeling especially generous we decided to ask if Ronnie could spend the night with us at my house.

We half way expected his mom to say no, and we were shocked when she not only allowed it, but thanked us privately for making him so happy.

We decided to make it a fun and memorable time for Ronnie and I think we succeeded. My mom was all for it, and helped us by making a cake, and dad cooked hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill, and we had cans of pop and chips, and later we had popcorn and candy.

If nothing else the kid got his fill of goodies, but I can honestly say I think that night was maybe the best night of his life.

He was just so happy, and that made us happy, and we really did have a good time. Ronnie was a good sport and could take a lot of teasing, but we tried to make it all in good fun.

We set up the badminton net in the backyard and even mom and dad took turns playing so we could play doubles.

Ronnie wasn't very athletic, but he sure gave it his best shot, and we had a lot of fun just watching him have fun.

Once the folks went in we chased lightning bugs and we even caught a big fat toad, which we caged and sent home with Ronnie the next day.

When it came time to settle down for the night we surprised Ronnie by revealing that we were sleeping in the clubhouse.

He was so excited I thought he was going to pee himself. Despite being 13 years old he was still a little kid at heart, and his excitement was contagious.

Mom had supplied us with lots of old quilts and blankets to pad the floor, and we all three stretched out side by side with Ronnie in the middle.

Of course Ronnie's presence meant no sex for Johnny and I, but we figured we could stand one night apart. 

Besides, with Ronnie there we didn't feel quite as horny as we did around our other friends or when we were alone. 

We had played hard and ran around all day and we were pretty tired when we finally laid down for the night. Johnny and I took turns telling stories, but Ronnie seemed to especially like the one I made up. It was about a boy and a dog and their adventures in the woods when the boy ran away from home.

"I like that one," Ronnie said, "Sometimes I wish I could run away and live in the woods."

"Well, it can get pretty scary out there in the wood sometimes," I said, then told him about our first camp out at Salty.

"Yeah, but if I had a dog, then he would protect me."

"Yeah, that would help, but what about when it got cold, or snowed, or rained?"

"Oh well, I'd find a cave or something," he said frowning. "Anyway, I'd never run away, but I like the story a lot."

"Thanks. Are you still writing stories and poems?"

"Yeah, want to hear one of my poems?"

"Sure," Johnny and I both said at once.

"Well, it's not very good but here goes.

The boy at the window

The boy at the window, he looks sad

The boy at the window, they say he's bad

The boy at the window, he tries to be good

The boy at the window, so misunderstood

He's not really bad, he's not really good

He's just a kid, so misunderstood

He wants to be liked, he wants to have fun,

But no one will let him, he's just not the one

Not the one they welcome, not the one they include

So he sits by the window and stares at them playing

Hoping someday they'll like him and let him join in.

The end"

I felt tears running down my face and my whole body was tingling. I thought of the painting Johnny had done of the boy at the window and I shivered. 

"Oh my God, Ronnie...that is so good," I finally managed to say.

"Yeah, it's really good. It reminds me of...of something," Johnny said, "a painting. I'll have to show you sometime."

"Is it really good? It's just how I feel. I don't know if it's good or not, but it's how I feel inside. I just write what I feel."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but you know it's not like that with us, right?"

"Yeah, I actually wrote this a while back, when...when you know, those boys hurt me. Now, I have friends and I don't feel that way so much. I need to write some new stuff I guess, something happier."

"Yeah, write how you feel inside now, not how you felt then."

"Okay, I will. Now what can we do?"

"Ever play hangman?" Johnny asked...and that's what we did for the next hour or so.

Despite being younger than us, Ronnie was really smart and caught on fast, and when it was his turn he always thought up something hard for us to guess.

Eventually we grew tired of the game and decided to settle down for some sleep. Of course we had to pee first and instead of going inside we just lined up at the fence and let loose.

Ronnie giggled the whole time, and I could tell he was checking out our peckers. I have to admit I gave his a quick peek too wondering if he'd grown any since the last time I'd seen him. He was still well endowed for a kid his age, but he didn't appear to have much hair down there yet. His cock was nice looking, tightly cut and  perfectly shaped, and I had to admit he was one sexy little monkey.

"You guys got a lot more hair than I do," Ronnie said openly staring at our crotches.

"Well, we are older," I reminded him, "But your pecker is almost as big as ours. I remembered you had a big one, but it looks like it's grown some since I last saw it."

"Yeah, sometimes it feels weird to have a pecker this big. I mean I'm way bigger than my other friends."

"Well, I think it looks just fine," I assured him, "the girls will love it," I teased.

He frowned then looked at me sheepishly, "I don't much like girls."

"Well, that's fine too, the boys will love it too," I chuckled.

He gave me a little smile but didn't say anything else right then.

We pulled our shorts back up and went back inside and piled down on the quilts with Ronnie in the middle, and for a minute everyone was quiet.

Then suddenly Ronnie broke the silence, "Thanks for letting me spend the night and everything. You guys are so nice."

"Hey, it's what friends do. It's no big deal," I said, but I knew to Ronnie it was a big deal.

"Do you ever spend the night at Dale or Mike's house?" Johnny asked.

"Nope, not yet, but we been talking about doing that."

"Well, I think your mom would let you if you just asked."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just a little nervous about it."

"But you're not nervous about being with us, right?"

"No, course not," he said as if that was the most obvious thing in the world, "Cause you're my bestest friends in the whole world."

"Yeah, and now that you've spent the night with us, it will be easier to do it at their house."

"I might just have them over to my house first," Ronnie said, "My mom said I could."

"Well, that sounds like a good idea."

"Can you help me decide on stuff to do while they're there?"

"Sure..." so we talked about all the fun ideas for a sleepover and eventually Ronnie stopped talking and I realized he had fallen asleep.

I looked over at him laying there looking so innocent and I smiled. It was like having another little brother to watch over. In fact it was a lot like the way I felt about Jake now. I guess as I got older my feelings were changing and sex wasn't ruling my life as much.

I loved Johnny and I loved having sex with him, but as far as other boys went now, I just didn't feel as horny as I used too. I guess you could say I was maturing and realizing that all I needed was one boy in my life, Johnny, and that seemed just fine.

The summer moved on. There were trips to the pool and to the Saturday matines at the Alred Theater and once we even went to the Drive In.

Johnny and I slept over at each other's house at least twice a week and sometimes all weekend, and even when we weren't sleeping over we were usually together somewhere.

The trip to the Farm was to begin Friday June 28th and would end Sunday July 6th, and we were all looking forward to it.

Besides Johnny and myself, Donnie, Walter, Gerald, Ben, Fred, and Jacob would be going to the farm this year. Michael, Fred's other brother had plans to go to church camp that week and so we were saved the dilemma of whether to ask him along or not. Michael had never attached himself to our group like Fred and Jacob had, so no one was really surprised by the turn of events. We had asked Caleb to go along, but his grandpa had been ill and he said he needed to stay close to the farm and take care of things. I felt bad for him and worried about his grandpa, after all he was in his 60's, and he worked way to hard for someone his age.

Jacob actually said he was glad Michael wasn't going because he wasn't as much fun as us guys, and I wondered if what he really meant was, Michael wasn't as horny.

Once we had everyone's parent's okay for the trip to the farm we began to make our plans and figure out who was bringing what.

We were having a strategy meeting at my house one day when we had a visit from our little friend Ronnie.

We were sitting around on my back porch drinking Kool-Ade and eating mom's chocolate chip cookies when he came barreling around the side of the house like his pants were on fire.

"Hi you guys," he said skidding to a halt in front of us.

"Hey Ronnie, what you doing buddy?" I said warmly, "Grab a seat and I'll go get you some Kool-Ade."

While I got him a glass of Kool-Ade Johnny gave him a cookie and when I got back he was nibbling on it like a bunny on a carrot.

I noticed Jacob kept watching Ronnie with a curious look on his face and I wondered if he was seeing him as competition or a possible friend. This was the first time Jake had met Ronnie, but Fred had met him once before at Johnny's.

"What are you guys doin'?" Ronnie asked as he looked around at all the stuff we had pulled out.

"Getting ready for our trip to my uncle Joe's farm. This will be our last year," I said feeling sad all of a sudden, "After the crops are in my aunt and uncle are moving to town. My aunt is gonna' have another baby."

"Oh, who all is going?" Ronnie asked looking around. 

"All of us," Johnny said patiently, "We're making sure we bring all the right stuff and deciding who brings what. We sleep out in the hayloft, but it's pretty rad. There's hay bales that we make beds out of and we pee out the big door overlooking the pasture."

Ronnie giggled, "You don't poop out the door do you?"

"Naw, we go inside for that," I chuckled.

"What all do you guys do there?"

I knew he'd heard the stories of our past visits, but I filled him in anyway, trying to make it sound more like work than fun, but all he heard was the fun part.

"Gee, I wish I could go to a farm like that," he said looking pitiful. 

Oh God, was he hinting to come along with us? I mean I loved the kid like a brother, but he could really put a damper on our fun. Fred and Jacob knew how Johnny and I were, and as long as we didn't rub it in their faces I figured we could get by with doing some stuff once the light was out.

"I doubt your mom would let ya'," This from Johnny who didn't seem to be thinking along the same lines as I was.

"I bet she would, but I know you don't want me goin'," he said tragically.

"It's not that," I said trying to sound sympathetic, "it's just, well...we already have more guys going than ever before, and my aunt and uncle have to feed us and stuff."

"I don't eat much," Ronnie said. The kid was killing me.

Johnny laughed, "What do you other guys think?"

Everyone shrugged and mumbled their approval, but I don't think any of them were thinking about what it would mean.

"What's one more?" Johnny said giving me a pleading look. What was up with him all of a sudden? Why was he pressing this? Didn't he know what it would mean? Namely, no messing around.

Who was I to be the bad guy? Did it really matter that much if Johnny and I couldn't mess around? We could always sneak off once everyone was asleep or something. What the heck, I finally decided. This might be the chance of a lifetime for Ronnie, and who was I to deny him.

"I don't care, if his mom says it's okay," I said, making my decision and hoping I wouldn't regret it later.

"Oh boy, oh boy," Ronnie said jumping up and nearly spilling his Kool-Ade, "Will you come with me Johnny and Robert and tell my mom all about it?"

"I have a better idea," I said sighing, "Why don't we let my mom call your mom. If anyone can make her feel good about the trip it's my mom."

Ronnie followed me into the house and we found mom wiping down the kitchen counter. Between the two of  us we managed to tell her what was going on and she gave me that special smile moms give their kids when they are really proud of them. I felt bad that I had fought it at first, but in the end I'd done the right thing. I just hoped it didn't come back to bite me in the butt.

I don't think mom had much trouble convincing Ronnie's mom that it was safe and would be fun for Ronnie. It was the length of the stay that worried her. Except for that overnight at my house and his stay in the hospital, Ronnie had never been away from home for any length of time.

Good old mom came up with a solution for that though. She said she would go pick Ronnie up at any time if he decided he didn't want to stay. This satisfied Ronnie's mom to some degree, but I think the real problem was that she was afraid she would miss Ronnie, not the other way around.

While mom hammered out the details with Ronnie's mom, the rest of us went back to the task we'd started, and tried to ignore Ronnie who was squirming like he had ants in his pants.

When mom stepped out onto the porch about 20 minutes later Ronnie nearly peed himself as he danced around waiting for her to give us the news.

"Better plan for one more," she said smiling, "Ronnie's mom has agreed to let Ronnie go, but if at any time Ronnie wants to come home I will come and get him."

"I wanna stay the whole time," Ronnie insisted.

"That's fine too, but if you change your mind all you have to do is have Robert or his uncle call me."

After mom went inside we filled Ronnie in on what we'd figured out so far and he was eager to do his part. Johnny made lists of what everyone was bringing, and what we still needed, and by the time we'd finished that day we were pretty much set for the trip.

The days passed quickly and I half way expected someone to pull out before the day of departure, but that didn't happen.

Since there were so many of us, mom and Mikey drove Gerald, Fred, Donnie, and Walter to the farm, while Johnny, me, Jacob, Ronnie, and Ben rode with uncle Joe in his '57 Chevy.

We probably could have all rode in the back of uncle Joe's pickup, but mom insisted on this arrangement, and no one seemed to care how we got there as long as we got there.

The weather that day was perfect. By the time we got started the temps were in the 80's and warming up rapidly.

Although uncle Joe's car didn't have a/c we rolled down the windows and breathed in the fresh air loving every minute of it.

I thought Ronnie would feel safer riding with me and Johnny, and he and Jake had become buddies since the day Ronnie had showed up at my house and begged to come with us, so it was only natural that Jake ride with him.

Behind us mom drove the other four and turning in my seat I could see Fred in the front seat with my mom and I waved and made a funny face and he waved back.

"I bet Fred is talking my mom's leg off," I laughed.

"Yeah, he's pretty smooth with the ladies," Johnny joked.

"That kid Fred?" my uncle laughed.

"Yeah, he has a girlfriend uncle Joe."

"Well, let that be a lesson to you boys, it's not what's on the outside that makes girls like you, it's what's on the inside."

Or boys, I thought, wishing I could say that out loud.

"He used to be really shy," Jake chipped in from the back seat, "but when he met Robert and Johnny he changed a lot."

"Well, glad to hear you guys are a good influence on your friends," uncle Joe teased.

"I learned that from you," I shot back.

"Oh...really. Well, thanks for that," he said smiling in the rear view mirror.

The trip took about 20 minutes and another ten minutes to unload our stuff from the cars. Mom stayed for a while to visit with my aunt and let Mikey and little Joe get reacquainted.

Uncle Joe helped us move our stuff to the barn loft then took us on a tour of the farm, mostly for the benefit of the new guys.

The younger boys were excited as expected, but it was Fred who showed the most enthusiasm and seemed to be hanging on every word Uncle Joe spoke.

After hugging mom and Mikey goodbye we watched as they drove off and the adventure began.

Day One: Friday

After uncle Joe's tour we went inside for some lemonade and cookies before heading back out to the garden to do some weeding and to pick the ripest vegetables.

After a couple of hours in the garden we were hot and sweaty and itching like crazy. Since it was still early in the day we begged Uncle Joe to take us to the swimming hole, and to our surprise he not only agreed, but decided he and my aunt and cousin would go too.

Aunt Kathy drove the Chevy and uncle Joe drove the pickup and between the two vehicles they managed to get us all there.

The place was deserted when we got there, which was just as well since there were so many of us, and we were happy to have the whole place to ourselves.

We stripped down to our shorts and waded in and the fun began. The water was cold, but we soon got used to it and were splashing around and playing grab-ass and dunking each other.

My aunt and cousin hung around the edge of the creek, but uncle Joe was right out there with us boys, and I think he had as much fun as we did. He was a great dad and I knew he was looking forward to the day when Little Joe was old enough to join in the rough housing and fun.

We didn't stay long that day and by the time we got back to the farm we were hungry and thirsty and my aunt fixed us an early supper.  We had ham and cheese sandwiches, potato salad, and of course fresh veggies from the garden. Aunt Kathy had baked two pies in preparation for our arrival, and we had pie and ice cream for dessert.

We insisted on helping with the clean up and basically all my aunt had to do was supervise us as we washed the dishes, dried them and put them away.

Afterwards we retired to the back porch to chat and finish our ice tea while our dinner settled. The younger boys seemed restless but when it got darker and the fireflies came out they found fun in chasing them. Ronnie scared up a big toad and he and Jake played with it for a while before turning it loose.

Around 9 my aunt put Little Joe to bed and that left just my uncle. Johnny and I sat on either side of my uncle with Fred next to me while the rest of the boys were busy frolicking in the yard.

"I want to thank you boys for coming to help this year. It pains me that I can't pay you like I have in the past, but I promise you won't go hungry or be bored while you're here."

"It's fine Uncle Joe. As much fun as we have we should be paying you," I said grinning.

"Well, we have something special planned for your last weekend here, and I promise it will be a lot of fun," he said mysteriously.

"Oh man, that sounds great, but we'll have lots of fun in the meantime."

Johnny yawned and leaned his head on my shoulder causing uncle Joe to laugh.

"I bet you boys are tired. I know I am, and I think I'll head on in to bed. Gotta get up early tomorrow and get the chores done. That's one thing I won't miss about this place."

"We can help," I said quickly, not realizing just how early early was on the farm.

"That's really nice of you, but when I say early I'm talking 6 am. You sure you want to get up that early?"

"I have an idea," Fred said, speaking up but looking a bit nervous.

"What's that?" I said giving him an encouraging smile.

"What if we took turns, two of us each day. That way everyone gets a chance to help and no one has to get up early every day."

"That's a fine idea," I said patting Fred on the back, "Me and Johnny can go first, then we can draw straws or something to see who goes next."

"Well, if you can get the others to agree it sure would help out," Uncle Joe said sounding relieved.

"I think it's a great plan and I know the others will agree. We can put the younger boys with one of the older ones since they've never worked on the farm before."

"It's not hard work and I can show them what to do," uncle Joe said, "You talk it over with your buddies and let me know tomorrow. If you and Johnny want to start things off then I'll meet you outside the barn about 6."

"Yeah, we'll be there," I said sounding more enthusiastic than I felt, "So...we better get some sleep Johnny."

"Yeah, I'm ready," he said yawning.

My uncle went inside and we gathered up the others and headed to the barn. There was still a sense of adventure among the newest members of our group, especially Ronnie and Jacob, and I feared we'd have a hard time getting them to settle down.

The sleeping arrangements were a little different this time since there were so many of us. Instead of making a bed of the hay bales we used them to wall in an area roughly 12 foot by 14 foot and covered the loft floor with scattered hay and the quilts and blankets my aunt had given us. There were pillows for everyone as well, and though not as comfy as our own beds, it was plenty good enough for us rough and tumble boys.

We laid out in two rows, head to head with Ben, me, Johnny, Donnie and Walter in one row, and  Gerald, Fred, Jake and lastly Ronnie on the second row. Laying head to head it was easier to talk among ourselves and listen if someone was telling a ghost story.

That first night however we didn't talk much and there were no stories since everyone was so tired. I had worried that Ronnie might be nervous or scared and need to be near me or Johnny, but he seemed to be just fine next to Jake. However, Ben snuggled in against me, but he soon fell asleep and later when I awoke he had rolled onto his back and was sleeping soundly.

Day Two: Saturday

Cock a doodle doo, man six AM sure came early, especially when you're used to sleeping till 9 or 10 o'clock every morning. Johnny seemed more awake than I did, but by the time we met Uncle Joe in front of the barn I had wiped some of the cobwebs from my brain.

"Morning boys, you sleep good?"

"Great," I said yawning, "What's first?"

"First gotta milk the cows, then muck out the barn, feed the chickens and gather the eggs. It won't take us long with all three of us, then you two can  head back to bed if you want. In fact if you want you can bed down in the spare bedroom so you won't disturb your buddies out there in the barn." 

I wondered if what uncle Joe really meant was, it would give Johnny and me some privacy, but no...that couldn't be. Surely we weren't that obvious. I mean he had hinted a time or two that he knew things were a bit more serious between the two of us, and he heard me tell Johnny I loved him on the phone, but I just wasn't ready to accept that uncle Joe knew Johnny and me were boyfriends.

I stewed about that the whole time we did our chores, but by the time we had finished I had decided I was making a mountain out of a mole hill.

We decided to take uncle Joe up on his offer to bed down in the spare bedroom, but I really wasn't thinking about Johnny and me doing anything romantic.

"There's a lock on the door," Johnny said as we closed the door behind us.

"Uh huh, so?"

"So, we can have some privacy," he said grinning.

"Johnny...I don't know, maybe we shouldn't do that stuff with my aunt and uncle so close by."

"We don't have to go all the way, just...you know? Make out some and jerk each other or suck each other..."

"Well, as long as we're quiet I guess..." I still had my doubts, but man it was hard to resist Johnny when he was horny.

We stripped down to our undies and embraced and kissed for a while before we finally piled into bed still hugging. We kissed a long time as our bodies pressed together and of course we were hard as iron already.

Johnny reached down between us and grabbed my hardness through my underwear and I moaned lowly into his mouth. I returned the favor and pretty soon we were thrashing around and pressing against each other desperately.

"Don't...wanna...make...a...mess," I gasped.

Johnny took the hint and broke the kiss and flipped around so we were head to toe in the 69 position. As we rubbed each other's butts and balls we began sucking and licking each others cocks with lust.

We were horny and desperate and it was obvious we weren't going to last long at this rate. I pulled off of Johnny and began licking his nuts and he followed my lead and we were able to cool down a little before going back to it.

This time we didn't stop, and within five minutes or so we were thrusting and moaning, heading toward our mutual orgasms. I came first, but Johnny wasn't far behind and both of us were busy for a while swallowing boy sperm.

When we had swallowed all there was, and licked each other clean, Johnny flipped back around and we kissed some more before falling asleep in each others arms. It was a gentle and peaceful sleep and the next thing I knew someone was nudging me gently.

I awoke to find Ronnie and Jacob staring at us and both boys were giggling.

"Wake up you guys. It's time for breakfast," Ronnie giggled.

"Uhhh...just a minute, just a minute. I was having a wonderful dream," I said yawning and stretching. I was suddenly aware that I had a bad case of morning wood and when I reached down to adjust myself it felt a little sticky down there.

"What's all the noise?" Johnny grumbled.

"It's our wake up call for breakfast," I laughed.

"Mmm...is that bacon I smell?"

"Yeah, and eggs and taters and biscuits and gravy. Come on you guys, I'm starved," Jacob said moving around to the other side of the bed to torment Johnny.

Johnny reached over and pulled Jacob on top of him and started tickling him, and taking a cue from him I grabbed Ronnie and did the same. Both boys were giggling and flopping around and eventually the inevitable happened.

"You got a boner," Jacob giggled.

"So does Robert," Ronnie added poking back at me.

"It's cause we have to pee," I said blushing.

"Yeah, that happens to me too," Ronnie said, quick to let me off the hook.

"I bet they wish they could play with each others boners," Jacob teased.

"Shut up Jake," Ronnie said sobering up, "that's nobody's business but theirs."

"I know, I know. I didn't say it was bad. Sheesh, what's his problem?" Jake said rolling his eyes.

I gave Ronnie a little hug to thank him for taking up for us, but I knew Jake's  teasing was good-natured.

"It's okay Ronnie, Jake is our friend and he's just teasing."

"Yeah, Ronnie...after all we did it last night, so what's the big deal?"

Well, that was interesting news.

"Shut up, that's private," Ronnie said reaching over and slapping Jake on the butt.

"Okay, okay...settle down. It's no big deal, right Robert?"

I smiled, "Maybe we can talk about it later. Right now I need to pee and I'm starved."

"Okay, we'll leave you two guys alone and see ya' at breakfast. I'm gonna go steal a biscuit," Jake said hopping down from the bed.

Ronnie ran after him and they were giggling and shoving each other as they bounced out of the room. It was good to see that Ronnie had made a new friend, but knowing Jake as I did I wondered if Ronnie was ready for some of the stuff he'd be exposed to.

By the time we got to the breakfast table everyone else was seated and ready to dig in. The chatter began as we started passing around the food and it was obvious that everyone was in a good mood and hungry.

Fred had taken it upon himself to figure out who would do the morning chores the rest of the week and he and Jake and Ronnie would take the shift tomorrow, Donnie and Walter the following day, then Gerald and Ben, and then we'd repeat the schedule till the stay was over.

My aunt and uncle kept praising us for all the help we were giving them and apologizing for not paying us this year, but all of us assured them we were enjoying ourselves and having more fun than we would be having back home.

After breakfast Fred and Jake stayed behind and helped my aunt clean up while the rest of us went with my uncle to work in the garden.

After a half hour or so Fred and Jake joined us and we spend several hours in the garden before taking a quick break to cool off and get something to drink.

After we'd cooled down we went back to the garden and picked all the ripest vegetables and put them in baskets for Mr. Sanders to pick up the next day. He ran a farm and ranch store and sold fresh vegetables there which he bought from local farmers.

By noon we were hungry again and my aunt had sandwiches and chips for us as well as fresh baked cookies. We washed it down with her delicious iced tea and then laid around for a while letting our food settle.

There were no more chores to do till later so we decided to go exploring down by the pond. The new boys were excited as we headed off across the pasture and I couldn't help but notice that Ronnie and Jake seemed to be getting closer by the minute. It was cute actually. They were like two puppies bumping against each other and giggling as they whispered their secrets in each others ears.

At the pond the boys explored the surrounding banks and managed to flush out a couple of geese that honked their disapproval loudly.

"Are those your uncle's geese?" Ben asked.

"Naw, they probably just stopped to get a drink or something as they were flying over," Johnny said.

"Too bad, we could eat em'," Jake giggled.

"You gonna kill em' and gut em' and pick all the feathers off of them?" I said seriously.

"Uh, no...I never done that before..."

"Well, you can't eat em' raw," I laughed.

"Anyway, I don't think I like geese. I like chicken better."

"Well, you're in luck. Aunt Kathy is fixing fried chicken for supper. But don't worry, uncle Joe will do the killing and picking the feathers."

I saw Jake's face grow a little pale as he thought about that, and I wondered if he'd be able to eat his supper without gagging.

From the pond we headed out to the far pasture and the grove of fruit trees that grew there. There were apples and pear trees and a couple of plum trees. My aunt made the best plum jelly in the world and had always supplied my folks with plenty of it, and it made me sad to think that we wouldn't get any more of it after this year.

We managed to pick enough fruit for a snack and sat down in the shade and enjoyed the fresh off the tree goodies that nature provided. There were no pesticides to worry about, only nature's best, and we gorged ourselves on the delicious fruit.

"Oh man, I need to take a dump," Gerald said jumping up suddenly.

We all laughed as we watched him desperately hunting for a place to do his business. I reminded him that he didn't have any toilet paper and I thought he was gonna cry for a minute.

"You can wash your butt in the pond," Johnny teased.

Suddenly Gerald ripped a loud fart and just grinned, "Never mind. It was just gas," he said laughing.

We walked back to the farm and Gerald farted the whole way and everyone kept their distance from him. Jake and Ronnie giggled every time he let loose and I had to smile at the two little imps.

We joined Uncle Joe in the cow barn and did a few chores, and afterwards he told us we were free to do whatever we wanted the rest of the day.

We considered going swimming again, but decided it was too soon and instead we stripped off our shirts and just played under the hose. I remembered the last time we'd done this, only that time we were totally naked. My aunt and uncle had been in town and we had taken the opportunity to run around naked after we'd fooled around.

I was reminded of that time that we had played in the hose at Johnny's house and it was then that I had met Ronnie for the first time. I remembered how he had clung to me and how his skinny little body had felt against me as I scooped him up. I remembered staring at his little dinker through his thin wet shorts and how his little butt stuck out. 

He'd grown a lot since then and if anything he was even more cute and sexy than before. He was no longer a skinny little twerp and had filled out nicely in all areas. I wondered about what Jake had said about him and Ronnie playing with each others pecker and that caused a stirring in my shorts.

Me and my friends had taken to sex so easily, but was it like that for every boy? Was messing around part of growing up and practice for when boys discovered girls and wanted to make babies? That was how we had viewed it when we first started, well that was what Johnny and others had said, but I really never thought of it that way for myself. I guess I'd always known, right from the beginning, that I liked boys and it wasn't just practice for me. It was the real thing.

"Robert, whatcha' thinkin'?" Jake said suddenly pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Huh, oh...just about things, you know?"

"About sexy stuff?" he giggled.

How did he know? I wondered.

"Why do you say that? Is that what you're thinking?" I teased.

"Yeah, it's fun," he said moving closer and talking softly, "remember in the bathroom....?

"Yeah, but..."

"I know, we shouldn't do that cause you're older, but Ronnie isn't too old...right?"

"No, Ronnie is fine, but just don't...you know? Push him too far or too fast."

"Oh, I won't. He likes it. Can I tell you a secret? Ronnie is the one who started it."

Wow, I thought. Shy little Ronnie started the sexy stuff? I mean, sure he'd had some experience in that stuff, but I worried that what had happened with the three boys who abused him might make him wary of sex.

We eventually tired of our water fun and piled down on the back porch to rest and dry off. We chattered about our stay so far and what was ahead, and before we knew it it was supper time.

We were dry by then and after slipping our shirts back on we headed inside for some of my aunt's delicious fried chicken. There was mashed potatoes and homemade gravy, fluffy buttermilk biscuits, string beans from the garden and sliced tomatoes, onions, and cucumbers in vinegar and oil. 

Everything was delicious and for dessert we had chocolate cake that my aunt had baked just for us boys. Until that moment I really hadn't thought about how much work and expense it must be to feed all of us and I hoped that we were at least earning our keep.

After supper we helped clean up then went out on the back porch to visit and run around in the barnyard. When it got dark we played freeze tag, and chased fireflies, and when we got tired we sat around and talked with my aunt and uncle till it was time to go to bed.

We headed off to the barn after saying goodnight, but we weren't nearly as tired as we were the night before. As we settled down in our places on the pallet we continued to talk softly, and eventually Johnny started telling one of his famous stories.

Ben snuggled a little closer to me as the story got more intense, but I noticed Ronnie and Jacob seemed to be comforting each other. Those two had certainly gotten close and were almost inseparable now. It was cute and it reminded me of the way Johnny and I behaved, but I really didn't think it was that way with them. Even if they had messed around a little I figured that was just normal boy stuff.

As the story wound down we waited for the exciting conclusion and when it came we all cheered and told Johnny how good the story was.

After that it got kind of quiet and a few of us got up to pee out the loft door, and when we were settled again I turned off the overhead light.

To my left Johnny was laying on his side staring at me and even in the darkness I could see the lust in his eyes. I smiled at him and ran my hand down his chest causing him to shiver.

"Later?" he whispered in my ear, "Can we slip down the ladder and do something?"

"Wait till everyone is asleep, we might be able to do it here," I whispered back.

Ben was snoring by then and Donnie and Walter were quiet, but Ronnie and Jacob were giggling about something and I wondered if they were engaging in a little grab and feel.

Johnny sighed and snuggled a little closer and I could smell his excitement and feel his hardness pressed into my leg. I wanted him so badly, but I didn't know how Ronnie would react to our love making and so I held back.

I knew everyone else was fine with what me and Johnny had, and of course Donnie and Walter messed around regularly, as did Gerald when he could find a willing partner. Ronnie was the only one holding me back, but in the end my worries were unfounded.

"Me and Ronnie can't sleep," Jake said suddenly breaking the silence in the loft. 

"Why not?" I asked, raising up and glancing their way.

"Don't know, just not sleepy. Can we go walk around or something?"

"In your underwear?" I teased, "you might scare the cows."

"No silly, with shorts on," Jake laughed.

"You guys sure you want to go down there alone in the dark?" Johnny asked sounding amused.

"Well...can you guys come with us?" Ronnie said sounding a little nervous.

I sighed, "What do you think Johnny? Want to go for a walk?"

"Sure, why not. I can't sleep either," he said humping into my leg to let me know why he couldn't sleep.

"Okay, I guess some fresh air might help all of us sleep."

I heard Donnie and Walter whispering and I wondered if they were planning on taking advantage of our being gone and do some fooling around of their own.

We slipped on our shorts and tee shirts and made our way down the ladder and out the small door and into the night air. Johnny had grabbed his big four D cell flashlight and led the way. The night air smelled of earth, plants, hay, and cow manure, but it was all good, and I breathed in deeply and sighed.

"It's nice out here. A lot cooler than in there," Johnny observed.

"Yeah, it's nice," Ronnie said smiling, "Where can we go?"

"How about we walk down to the pond. The path is level and we got the flashlight," I suggested.

Everyone agreed and soon we found ourselves gazing out on the placid dark water of the pond. There were the usual sounds of crickets and frogs and occasionally something would cause a splash as it jumped into the water.

The air was cooler here and I piled down in the green grass on the bank and the others joined me. We sat there for a while, no one speaking as we breathed in the night air and thought our thoughts, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams what would happen next.

"I gotta pee," Jake said hopping up, and Ronnie hopped up too, reluctant I guess to let him out of his sight.

Instead of going off in the bushes or even to the pond, Jake just walked over a few feet and pushed his shorts down and let loose. I looked over at Johnny who just smiled and together we watched as Ronnie joined in, and soon they were crossing streams and giggling like the little kids they were.

When the streams dried up I expected the two to put their peckers away, but instead they began to play sword fight and soon they were both hard as steel.

I'd seen Jake's boner up close but it had been a while since I'd seen Ronnie completely hard and it was quite a sight.

 I couldn't see his balls at the moment, but soon would when he and Jake spun suddenly around, and I was surprised at how large they were.

I could see a little sprinkling of hair, but it looked downy soft and was so light it was barely visible. I wondered if he could shoot yet, but assumed he could since he was now officially a teen.

"What are you nasty boys doing?" Johnny laughed.

"Playing with our peckers, just like you and Robert do," Jake threw back.

"Oh yeah, what do you know about that stuff?" Johnny asked sounding interested.

"We know how to rub them and make them feel good and..." he looked at Ronnie who was blushing, but didn't stop him, "we know how to suck on them and make them feel even better."

"Uh, well..." I stuttered, "nothing wrong with that I reckon."

"Nope, it's just fun. So...want to do it with us?" Jake asked looking hopeful.

"I don't know..." I stuttered, then taking one look at Johnny I knew what his answer was going to be.

"Robert let's go over there and talk," Johnny said rising and giving me a hand up. 

He led me to the pond and a little ways down the path and stopped and faced me. At first he didn't speak and then he reached down and grabbed my hand and pulled it to his crotch. He was hard and his pecker felt hot and it jumped at my touch.

"They know, they do it too. We don't have to do anything with them if you don't wanna', but can we please do something together."

"In front of them?"

"Sure why not, Jake knows, and well...Ronnie and I used to do some stuff back when I lived by him..."

"And him and Jake are doing stuff now," I added, "but do you think he's really okay with this stuff after what happened to him? What if he freaks out and tells on us."

"Robert, he won't. Trust me, that kid loves us, and he knows we'd never do anything to hurt him. We can teach him how to have fun and not get hurt."

I sighed, "Well, I guess we can see what happens, but we gotta make sure he doesn't do anything he doesn't want to."

"Gotcha'. I know he'll be cool with it. Come on, let's show em' what big boys do."

When we turned and started back toward the two younger boys I noticed that they had shed their shorts and undies and were now dressed only in their tee shirts and tennis shoes.

"Looks like they already knew the answer," Johnny laughed.

"Hi you guys. Look at me, I ain't got no pants," Jake said in a sing song voice.

"Me needer," Ronnie laughed, swinging from side to side and causing his above average sized pecker to slap against his thighs.

Boy this was sure a different side of shy little Ronnie and it would take some getting used to.

"Shall we join them?" Johnny said dropping his shorts and undies without waiting for my reply. I shrugged and joined him and there we stood, four boys hard as wood and staring at each other with lust.

"Whoa, it's really hard," Ronnie said eying Johnny's pecker, "and so's yours Robert."

"Yeah, and they gots lots of hair too," Jake reminded him as he moved closer and tugged at Johnny's pubes.

"Ouch, why you little..." Johnny laughed as he grabbed Jake and pulled him in for a noogie.

The noogie turned to wrestling and it was obvious both boys were getting turned on by the body contact.

Ronnie gave me a mischievous look then charged me and began wrestling around with me and even knocked me to the ground.

I could feel his hard fat pecker on me and mine was pressing against him as well, and I felt as if I could come at any minute.

"Time out," I said rolling away, "You're too strong for me. Gotta rest," I said, not wanting to explain what was really wrong.

Ronnie got on his knees and watched me as I watched him, mesmerized by his hard boy pecker. It looked so tasty, but I was terrified of what might happen if I gave in and sampled it.

"Do you like me?" Ronnie suddenly said, throwing me completely off guard.

"Uh, you know I do," I said giving him a warm smile, "Maybe even love you a little, like my little brother or something."

"Uh huh, and I love you too," he said simply. Then he frowned as he studied me closely, trying to figure out what to say next, "Can I...can I touch yours? You can touch mine too, if you want."

"I looked over at Johnny and Jake, but they had already taken things to the next level and were jerking on each other's hard peckers.

"I guess..." I stammered, "but only if you want to."

"I do," he said smiling, "I been wanting to for a long time."

Well, that was interesting. Had Ronnie had a crush on me all this time and I didn't know it, or was he just horny?

He moved closer and sat down across from me and locked eyes with me as his small hand wrapped around my pecker. He made a little oh sound as he worked the skin and I moaned lowly.

"You can touch mine if you wanna'."

Oh I did, and with a trembling hand I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his plump six inch sausage and gave it a little tug.

"Oh..." he gasped, as he scooted even closer.

"It's big for someone your age and size," I said admiring his stiff prong.

"Thanks, can I...can I kiss yours?" he asked, then blushed.

"Kiss it? Oh, that..." I said blushing as well, "only if I can kiss yours."

"Okay, he said beaming. I know how to do it so we can both kiss it at the same time."

I guess Jake had taught him that, or was it Johnny. I never found out, but suddenly I found myself inhaling his hard fat prick as I rubbed his plum sized balls and cute ass as he did the same for me.

I knew I wouldn't last long, and I was terrified of what might happen if I blew in his mouth so I pulled off his cock to warn him.

"It's okay. I want to taste it," he said simply, then he went back to sucking and I lost myself in the taste and feel of his sexy body. 

He smelled and tasted of sunshine, and cinnamon, and boy, and I devoured him as he did the same to me. I lasted way longer than I ever imagined I would, and even though he had said he wanted me to come in his mouth, I still warned him, but that only made him more determined to get my seed.

I came so hard I literally saw stars and I produced so much sperm that some of it ran down Ronnie's cute chin as it escaped his lips.

I just held Ronnie's hard cock in my mouth as I experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life, but eventually I realized he needed relief too and I went back to sucking him with a vengeance.

I could tell when he came by the little noises he was making and the way his balls pulled up tight against him as expelled his tasty boy seed into my mouth. He forced his groin against me and cried out, then thrust a couple of times before falling away, panting as if he had run a mile.

"Was it good?" I chuckled.

"Uh...huh, did I do okay?"

"More than okay, it was great. I came really hard. Did you like my sperm?"

"Yeah, it was nice. I ate all of it. It tasted good. It tastes different than mine and Jake's."

I chuckled, "So, you guys have tasted each other, that's cool."

He giggled, "Yeah, and I tasted my own too. It's sort of good."

"I think it's deee...licious," I said smacking my lips and he giggled.

"I love you," he said suddenly throwing his arms around my neck.

"I love you too buddy," I said hugging him tight. 

We pulled apart and sat up just in time to see Jake swallow Johny's load, and like Ronnie, he had trouble keeping it all in his mouth. 

I laughed as he pulled off and held his mouth open showing us he had a mouthful even as some dribbled down his chin.

"Kid knows how to suck a pecker," Johnny said, sounding relaxed and spent.

"So does Ronnie," I said slipping my arm around the boy, "and he tastes so good."

"Do I really?" he asked.

"Yeah, really good. I could lick you all over," I giggled.

"Okay," he giggled back.

I grabbed him and pulled off his shoes and began licking and sucking his toes as he squirmed and giggled, and that brought Jake and Johnny over and they attacked other parts of his body. 

Soon the boy was a mass of giggles and shivers and his pecker was hard again. This time Jake took care of it, sucking Ronnie to another spectacular orgasm while Johnny and I kissed and gave each other a hand job, finally spilling what seed we had left between us.

I stripped off my tee and wiped us up as best I could, and by then the two younger boys were wore out and ready to go back.

We talked about everything but sex on our way back, but we all knew that something had changed between us and there would be more of what had occurred that evening in the future.

When we got back to the barn I whispered to the others to be quiet and we slipped inside and up the ladder being careful not to make a sound.

What we found was pretty much what I expected. Ben and Gerald were doing a 69 while Walter was fucking Donnie doggy style.

Ronnie's eyes grew big and I suddenly wondered if I'd messed up. Maybe Ronnie wasn't ready to see a pecker go into a butt. Maybe hand jobs and blow jobs were as much as he ever wanted to know about, but Jake soon put my fears to rest.

"That's what I been talkin' bout," he whispered to Ronnie, "I told ya' it would fit."

Ronnie nodded, "I might try that...next time."

The others paid us little attention as we laid back down, and when Walter came he wiped up and fell down beside Donnie as if nothing had happened.

"Goodnight you guys," I said feeling very content and tired at last.

"Night, now maybe I can get some sleep," Fred laughed, "All you horny fuckers..."

"You're just jealous," Johnny laughed, "tomorrow we're gonna include you."

Fred groaned, but he didn't argue, instead he reminded Ronnie and Jake that they had to get up early to help with the chores, and though they groaned, they laid down and were soon fast asleep.

Day Three Sunday

Those of us who didn't have to get up early slept till around 8, but eventually our aching bladders forced us to get up and take care of our morning wood.

After peeing we dressed and drudged into the house to find Fred and the two younger boys helping with breakfast. My aunt was supervising from a chair at the table and the Heavenly smell of frying sausage and potatoes filled the air.

"I didn't know you could cook?" I said as I sniffed the air.

"Yeah, I can do lots of things," Fred said humbly, but I really like making cakes and desserts best."

"He's going to bake us a lemon meringue pie later," my aunt said smiling, "and a coconut cream pie."

"Yumm...I said, that's my favorite."

Breakfast was a big hit and everyone praised the cooks and then pitched in to help clean up. There were only a few vegetables to pick that morning, but we spent some time sorting through the ones we'd picked and getting them ready for Mr. Sanders to pick up that afternoon.

Once we'd finished our work Uncle Joe hitched up the wagon to the tractor and took us out to the far pasture to check on things.  Since it was Sunday we would only do what needed to be done and the rest of the day was ours to enjoy. On the way back he asked if anyone wanted to drive the tractor and of course everyone did, except Ronnie, who seemed frightened by the idea.

We weren't about to force him, but I figured once he saw Jake do it he'd want to have his turn too. If not today then before our stay was over.

Fred seemed to catch on fast and we chalked it up to one more thing Fred did well. Let's face it Fred was really smart and open to new things and maybe that's why he's a US Senator today. 

Mr. Sanders came around three o'clock and he was very pleased with the quality and quantity of fresh vegetables. He paid Uncle Joe in cash, and despite having agreed to let us work for free he still gave each of us a dollar, and though we tried to refuse, he insisted, and we finally gave in.

The rest of the day passed as usual with us entertaining ourselves, exploring the farm, and eating with my aunt and uncle and little cousin who wasn't so little any more. In fact Little Joe was actually a lot of fun, and playing with him made me miss Mikey a little.

Fred's pies were really good, and we finished both of them that night for supper and could have eaten more. We praised Fred's cooking and he humbly accepted our praise. It was obvious there was a lot more to Fred than met the eye.

We were tired by the time darkness settled in, and after saying goodnight to my aunt and uncle, and giving Little Joe a hug we headed off to the barn.

As we climbed the ladder I wondered what tonight would be like now that Ronnie had joined the sexy fun. For a while we just sat around talking about the day's events and I wondered if the subject of sex would come up at all. I mean sometimes we really didn't talk about it, it just seemed to happen when us horny boys got together.

After peeing one last time out the loft door we settled down on the pallet and I was surprised that Ronnie and Jake stayed together as they had the previous two nights. I had half way expected the two to try to get closer to me and Johnny, but they seemed to have plans of their own that didn't include us, at least not at first.

I could hear Donnie and Walter talking softly, and occasionally Fred would add something to their conversation. Then I heard Gerald giggle and I wondered what was going on.

"Hey, you guys," Ben said suddenly from beside me, "What you guys talking about?"

"Cornholin' you," Donnie laughed.

"Huh uh, not unless I get to do it to you too," Ben said sounding amused.

"We can take turns," Walter chuckled, "just line up and poke Donnie's butt."

"Huh uh, that would hurt. You can fuck me, but the rest of em' gotta do each other."

It was quiet for a moment as that soaked in and then Jake spoke up. 

"Ummm...me and Ronnie never did that, but we want to try it. Can you guys show us how it's done?"

It was Johnny who spoke up first, "Sure we can do that. Are you guys sure you're ready for that. Cause if you're not ready it's okay to wait till you're older."

"Yes," Fred said in his no nonsense voice, "You're both pretty young for that sort of thing."

"Shut up Fred," Jake sassed, "We're not too young. We want to do it. Right Ronnie?"

"Uh huh," Ronnie said, but I could hear the embarrassment in his voice and I would have bet he was beet red.

"It's up to you," Fred sighed, "but have you thought about how dirty that might be?"

I guess neither boy had thought about that aspect of butt sex, and there was silence as they did. Let's face it, boys that age didn't always have the best hygiene and they hadn't bathed that day, in fact none of us had. 

"Let's wait till...um tomorrow," Ronnie said meekly. Maybe tomorrow we can go swimming or take a shower in the house."

"Okay, that's okay," Jake said quietly. I could hear the disappointment in his voice, but I guess he understood that some things you needed time to prepare for.

"Okay, but we can still have some fun," Gerald said, and I heard Jake squeak as Gerald laughed.

"Hey, let go my dick," Jake giggled, "why you..." I heard scuffling then and looked over to see Jake tackle Gerald and they were wrestling around as Ronnie looked on with what I thought was a jealous look on his face.

Seeing the same thing I did, Johnny rolled onto his knees and moved over to Ronnie and tackled him, and began wrestling with him. Soon Ronnie was giggling and happy as a bee in clover.

All of us were up and on our knees or setting on our haunches as we watched the four boys wrestling and suddenly Ben launched himself at me and I had my arms full of squirming, warm, horny boy.

I lost track of the others as Ben and I rubbed against each other and eventually lost our briefs and began jerking each other. I pushed him onto his back after a while and started sucking him, and when I glanced over at Donnie and Walter I was shocked to see both of them working on Fred's huge hard pecker.

Johnny was sucking on Ronnie's hard cut pecker while Jake and Gerald were rubbing around on each other and watching Fred get worked over.

"Wow, you gotta a big one," I heard Donnie say, "no wonder the girls like ya'," he giggled.

"Yeah," Fred gasped, "but no girl has ever done that before," he said looking down at Walter who had most of his hard pecker in his mouth.

"Yeah, girls don't like suckin' pecker much, but we boys do."

"That's one reason to like both boys and girls," Fred said sounding thoughtful. 

I heard Ronnie cry out suddenly and I smiled around Ben's hard pecker knowing Ronnie was experiencing an intense orgasm at my lover's hands and lips.

Ben came soon after and rewarded my efforts with a  small but tasty load of boy batter and I gobbled it down greedily.

"Wow, that was good," Ben said gasping, "Want me to do you now?"

"Naw, I'm gonna' go fuck Johnny," I laughed.

"Who me?" Johnny laughed as he moved back our way.

"Can we watch," Jake said pulling away from Gerald who looked wild-eyed and anxious to get off.

"Sure, maybe you guys can help us," I said motioning them over.

"Uh, how?" Ronnie asked blushing bright red.

"Well, someone could get my pecker wet...with their mouth, and someone could suck Johnny while I butt fuck him."

"I can help you Robert," Ronnie said smiling.

"Okay, who wants to help Johnny?"

"I do, I do," Jake said grinning.

Fred, who had just shot in Donnie's mouth, watched with detached interest as we took our places just a few feet from him. Donnie and Walter watched for a few minutes, but they were too horny to worry about us and eventually piled down and began doing some sexy stuff of their own.

Ronnie seemed more relaxed than the first time as he slobbered up my pecker and got me nice and wet. His mouth felt really good, and if I hadn't had Johnny ready and waiting for me I might have let him finish me off.

"Okay, that's good, now it's time to poke Johnny's hole," I chuckled, "Up on all fours. That way Jake can still get to your pecker."

Ronnie sat on his knees watching me with nervous interest as I applied a glob of spit to Johnny's butthole and worked my finger inside. I continued to work on it till I was sure he was good and wet and loose, then looking over at Ronnie I grinned as I lined my pecker up and pulled back my foreskin and began pushing against his puckered hole.

Ronnie's eyes grew wide as he watched my pecker disappear inch by inch until my pubes were pressed against Johnny's white butt. 

"Oh wow, it really fits. Does it hurt?" he said to me, then to Johnny.

"Naw, that little ole' pecker of Robert's ain't nothin'." Johnny laughed.

"Shut up or I'll make it hurt," I teased.

"Seriously," Johnny said softening, "It feels good, really good. There's something inside of me that feels really good when Robert's pecker rubs against it."

"OH, cool," Ronnie said as his eyes followed my pecker as I pulled almost all the way out before plowing back in again, "Does it feel good Robert?"

"It's about the best feeling ever, but getting fucked feels good too," I said concentrating on the familiar and wonderful feeling that coupling with my lover brought.

"Cool, I wanna' do that. Tomorrow for sure."

"We'll help," I said softly, "but for now...I'm not gonna' talk for a while, okay?"

"Okay," Ronnie said as he sat back on his  haunches and watched with interest.

Beneath Johnny, Jake was sucking on his hard pecker as Johnny moaned his approval. I could hear Johnny coaxing him to slow down and not make him come too soon and I smiled.

"Give me your hand," I said to Ronnie after a minute or two had passed.

Without hesitation he stuck out his small hand and I reached over and guided it to the base of my prick and let him feel it as I pushed into Johnny.

"Oh, it's so hard and warm."

"Yes, and your hand feels good on it."

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Johnny fussed, it's not going in far enough like that."

I laughed, "Just use two fingers and make a ring," I instructed Ronnie.

"That's better," Johnny said, "That feels good, I like having Ronnie's fingers back there too."

So that's how I fucked Johnny that night, with Ronnie's fingers circling my cock as he watched and participated in his first ever cornholing.

When I came, Ronnie was surprised that I didn't pull out, but we both assured him afterwards that there was nothing wrong with putting our sperm in each other.

"You just poop it out," Johnny said, "but some of it is absorbed inside and it's like...it's like you become part of that other person," he explained later as we sat cooling down after our orgasm, mine in his butt, and his in Jake's willing and capable mouth.

"I want Jake's sperms in me," Ronnie said blushing.

"Okay," Jake said quickly, "when it's clean back there."

I laughed, "I might know a way."

"Uh, how?" Ronnie asked looking sheepish.

"The hose behind the barn. I could squirt water up there and clean you out. It might be cold, but not too cold since it's still warm outside."

"Yeah, let's do it," Jake said excitedly, "both of us, then we can both cornhole each other."

Fred, who had voiced his concern earlier seemed to have accepted the inevitable, and simply smiled his approval. The other boys seemed excited at the prospect of watching the two boys rut, and cheered us on as we headed toward the ladder.

The water came from a well and was fairly cold, but other than shivering a little the boys didn't protest. Since the two were already naked it was a easy task to wash them up back there and then placing the hose right against their little rosebud I managed to squirt enough water in them to clean them out reasonably well.

Grabbing the towel we'd brought I dried both boys off back there and we headed back inside and up the ladder to join the others.

"All ready?" Gerald said, a hint of lust in his voice.

"Yeah, all clean and ready," Ronnie said suddenly shivering, more from nerves than from the cold water of earlier.

"Maybe they want some privacy," Fred said reading the boys better than the rest of us.

"Uh...well, we need um...someone to...um help, but could it just be one person...um, Robert or Johnny?" Ronnie stuttered.

I smiled over a Johnny who nodded his approval, "Robert is the best one for this job."

I could see the look of disappointment in the others faces, but they understood and didn't protest.

"Where can we umm...go?" Jake asked looking around.

"How about one of the stalls down below?" There were three of four stalls below us in the barn, but no livestock was kept there and they were clean except for a few bales of hay strewn here and there.

I grabbed a quilt and we climbed down quickly and I found the perfect spot. There were four bales of hay laid out two across and two deep and it was just the right size for the two younger boys. Spreading the quilt on top of the bales of hay I motioned for the boys to lay down side by side.

I was amused to see that both boys were hard as steel and their peckers stuck almost straight up as they lay there.

"Okay, who goes first?"

"I want Jake to...um, do that to me," Ronnie said quickly.

"Oh...okay," Jake said sounding nervous, but excited.

"Okay, now...there are a bunch of different ways to do it. What me and Johnny did was called doggy style, but there's other ways." I explained about all the different ways as I saw the look of amazement flicker across their faces. When I got to the position Johnny and I liked best, face to face, their eyes lit up and I knew that was the position they wanted for their first time.

"Okay, that's a good way. Johnny and I like it cause we can look into each other's eyes and..."

"And kiss?" Jake said searching my face.

"Yeah, and kiss, but not all boys kiss..."

"We do," Ronnie said softly.

"Okay, well...then this is perfect," I said grinning, "Here let me get you guys ready." 

I started with Ronnie, slobbering up his ass with my spit and even using my tongue to open him up. Since I knew he was clean I had no problem with eating his little ass, and you should have seen the look of surprise and lust in the two boys eyes as  I did so.

"Wow, you're licking my butthole," Ronnie gasped.

"Wow, oh wow...will you do that to me too?" Jake asked lustily.

"Yep, as long as I know you're clean back there. Okay, I think Ronnie is loosened up, now to get your pecker wet and slick..."

I didn't spend much time slobbering up Jake's pole for fear he'd blow in my mouth and ruin everything, but he was good and hard and slick when I finally helped him move into position.

I helped Ronnie raise his legs and when Jake saw his little brown eye winking at him he gasped. I could feel both boys tremble and I smiled, remembering my first time.

"Just take it slow," I cooed to Jake as I guided him to Ronnie's slick entrance.

"Oh, okay...it feels hot," he said shivering.

"Wait till you get inside. It will be so warm and tight and feel so good."

Ronnie seemed more relaxed than I would have imagined as Jake's slender pecker breached his tight hole and the head slipped in.

"Oh, it feels so smooth in there," Jake gasped.

"It feels good," Ronnie added.

"Uh huh. Can I put it all in?" he asked looking at me then Ronnie.

"Just take it slow, let him get used to it."

"Okay," he hissed as he let a half inch more slip inside.

"Just put it all in," Ronnie said dreamily.

"O...okay," Jake said as he eased the last inch or so inside Ronnie's hot tight guts.

"Oh..."

"Uggghhhh," Jake said as he shivered. I knew what he was feeling and I feared he'd come without ever getting a stroke in, but he just froze there for a moment as the feeling passed.

"Just take it slow and enjoy," I said reaching down to stroke my own hard cock as I watched these two beautiful boys make love.

"Ummm...kiss me," Ronnie sighed, and Jake looked at me before bending down and meeting Ronnie's lips.

"Ummm..." Jake moaned as he began to move slowly in and out in the dance older than time itself.

"Feels so good," Ronnie said as they broke the kiss.

"Yeah, for me too. You can do it to me next," Jake grunted, then the inevitable happened as Jake suddenly tensed up and had the most powerful orgasm of his life. His toes clenched, his cute butt cheeks clenched, and his whole body shivered and tensed up before releasing him as he fell down onto his lover gasping for air.

"Oh..oh...oh..that was...so rad," he gasped.

"Did you...um, put your sperms in me?"

"Yesss...all of them."

"Good, I like that. Now part of you is in me."

I sighed with satisfaction as I watched the two kiss once more before Jake rolled off of Ronnie and onto his back. 

His pecker glistened with wetness, but I didn't see any brown and I figured I'd done a good job cleaning Ronnie up after all.

"Just need to rest a minute..."

"Okay," Ronnie said sitting up.

"You two did good," I said, praising them, "and you are so cute together."

Jake blushed, but Ronnie seemed happy and proud.

"It's okay if you just do me," Ronnie said, expressing his real feelings. I think he was more comfortable on bottom, but he felt some pressure to try to top.

"I want you to...um, do it to me," Jake said, and I smiled. 

"Okay, but can we do it on our sides?"

"Okay, that way we can see what that's like."

As I had done with Ronnie, I licked Jake's sweet ass till he was squirming and moaning before turning my attention to Ronnie's hard prick and getting him ready for his first fuck. 

Despite being a little larger than Jake, Ronnie slid into Jake easily and they both seemed to be enjoying themselves as Ronnie slowly thrust in and out of Jake's hot wet hole. The ease with which Jake took Ronnie's cock made me wonder if this was really Jake's first time, but I didn't ask.

Ronnie lasted about as long as Jake, and when he came he cried out as his whole body went stiff then he squirmed around before finally going limp.

"I...it felt so...so good," Ronnie gasped as he pulled out slowly and just lay there panting. Jake had his eyes closed and I thought he might fall asleep at any minute.

We sat and talked for awhile and my pecker stayed hard the whole time. It was Ronnie who finally suggested that he and Jake help me out with my problem, and I didn't resist as the two worked me over good, taking turns sucking me, then finally sharing my cum as I spurted like a fountain.

We pulled ourselves together and went back up to the loft, but everyone seemed to be asleep except Fred who stirred for a minute to say, "Everything work out okay?"

"Yep, we both did it," Jake said sounding cocky and happy.

"Great, I'm glad," Fred said, then yawning he laid down and went back to sleep.

Day Four: Monday

I awoke with a start and realized it was still dark, and I could hear rain pattering outside the loft door. I got up and walked over there and let loose with a stream of hot piss as I surveyed the grey skies and light rain that was falling.

I guessed that meant no working in the garden today, but it also meant no running around on the farm or going to the swimming hole.  

I realized I was hungry and picked up my Timex watch from my pile of clothes and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. 

The others had began to stir now, but Donnie and Walter were missing, and I remembered it was their morning to go help with chores.

I nudged Johnny with my foot and he grabbed it and tripped me and pounced on me, pressing his naked body against mine. I could feel his morning wood against my leg and I began to stir down there as well.

"Good morning," he said bending down to kiss me.

"You horny this morning?" I giggled.

"Yup, but I'm always horny," he said grinning, "mostly though, I need to go pee."

"Well go pee, and if you're still horny I'll take care of that for you."

He hopped up and peed, and seemed to notice the rain for the first time.

"Damn, it's raining."

"Yeah, no work today."

"Oh well...I guess, but what are we gonna do all day?"

"Have sex," I teased.

"Yeah!" Jake cheered.

"You'd be so sore you couldn't walk," Johnny sniggered.

"OH, you mean my butt," Jake giggled.

"And your pecker," Gerald added.

"Well, we could just do it a little..." Jake conceded.

"Let's go get some breakfast first, then we'll see what we wanna do," Johnny said returning with his morning wood long gone. 

I sighed, a little disappointed that he didn't want to mess around after all, but my stomach was grumbling and breakfast did sound good at the moment.

We dressed and ran into the house hopping puddles and trying to keep from getting too wet, but without much success.

"Oh boys, you're soaked," my aunt said as we appeared in the kitchen, "Joe grab the boys some towels," my aunt said looking us over. 

Once we were dried off we sat down and soon breakfast was on the table. There was the usual stuff, including fresh buttermilk biscuits, and we ate heartily as we talked about things in general.

"Since it's raining you boys are free to do whatever you want today. I've got to drive your aunt into town for a Doctor's appointment at one o'clock so you boys are free to hang out in the house if you want."

"Oh, okay," I said thinking about all the possibilities that presented.

"We'll be gone for a while, cause we have to stop by the store and get some things. So...you're on your own for a while I guess. I know we can trust you boys, but you new guys listen to what Robert and Johnny tell you, cause they know what's right and what's wrong."

"Yes sir," they all said at once grinning, causing us to laugh.

"It's supposed to stop raining later in the day, and if the sun comes out tomorrow we should be able to get back in the garden tomorrow afternoon sometime."

The rain had stopped by the time my aunt and uncle were ready to go, but they'd only been gone a few minutes when it started back up.

The air was cool outside, but it was cozy inside the house as we sat around deciding what to do first.

"I say we get naked," Gerald said, "I've always wanted to get naked and just run around the house, but I can't do it at home."

"Okay, but we need to keep track of the time so we don't get caught with our pants down," I teased.

"Wait," Johnny said grinning, "If we're gonna get naked, let's make it fun. Let's play strip poker."

Everyone thought that was a great idea, even though Ronnie said he didn't exactly know how to play poker, so Jake offered to be his partner. It was decided that if they lost both had to take off a piece of clothing and they both agreed.

Johnny lost his shirt on the first hand, then Ben, and me, followed by Walter, Jake and Ronnie, Fred, then Donnie last. Donnie was really good at all kinds of card games, but in the end luck took him down.

The next hand Donnie lost his shorts and that left him in his faded Fruit of the Loom underwear and we could see his hard cock straining against the thin fabric.

"Look, Donnie has a boner," Jake giggled.

"So does everyone else," Donnie said looking around at the tents in our shorts.

"Yeah, me too," Jake giggled, "this is fun."

We played for another thirty minutes or so, and eventually we were all down to our undies. The next hand would decide who got naked first and everyone was excited. Even if you lost you won, and everyone was anxious for some sex play and getting naked was the first step.

As things turned out it was Jake and Ronnie who lost their undies first and as everyone whooped and hollered they dropped them to expose their hard boners, giving them a little tug for show.

"Screw this game," I said suddenly, "let's all get naked and play before we run out of time."

Everyone thought that was a great idea and the undies came off pretty fast. We decided to stay in the living room because we could hear and see my uncle's car approaching from there and have plenty of time to get dressed.

We arranged our shorts and undies so we could grab them fast and then fell down on the carpeted floor and began messing around.

I don't think there was a square inch of flesh that didn't get touched, licked, or sucked that afternoon and we each came at least twice.

No one even hinted at butt fucking, but that was fine with me. I tended to like doing that when I had more time, and of course Johnny was my favorite partner, and then there was the messy side of it to consider. We certainly didn't want to leave a mess on the floor for my aunt and uncle to discover at some point. That would be hard to explain.

Glancing at my Timex I noticed that it had been about two hours since my aunt and uncle left and I suggested it was time to get cleaned up and dressed. 

We decided to take showers, but we had to limit them to five minutes and we'd go two at a time. Since there were nine of us Johnny and I allowed Ben to shower with us, and though it was a tight fit we managed somehow to get clean.

By the time Fred and Gerald finished up the water was more warm than hot, but now that everyone was reasonably clean we felt much better. We even put on clean clothes and we were sitting around watching TV when my aunt and uncle finally drove up around 4 that afternoon.

The rain had stopped and the sun was trying to peek out from beneath the clouds and the humidity was making it a little uncomfortable.

Johnny and I ventured out to see if my aunt and uncle needed any help, and wound up carrying in  four large sacks of groceries.

"We're having spaghetti tonight. How does that sound boys?" My aunt said smiling.

"Great," we all agreed. Our stomachs were growling and we realized we hadn't eaten since breakfast, although we had downed a soda after our orgy.

Uncle Joe said he needed to check on something in the barn and Johnny and I tagged along while the other boys helped my aunt put things away.

"Did you boys have fun while we were gone?" my uncle chuckled, as if he knew exactly what we'd been up to.

"Well, you know..." I stuttered.

"Yeah, I was a boy once," he said grinning, "Ain't much I didn't do back then. It was fun, but not something you talk about, right?"

I just shrugged, but Johnny spoke up as if he were interested in hearing more. "Did you have a best friend when you were our age?"

"Yeah, Donnie's brother Virgil. You know? The one in the army."

"Yeah, I remember him some," I said suddenly interested in where this was going.

"He was a lot of fun, but he was a devil too. He got us into so much trouble," my uncle laughed.

"Like what?" Johnny asked grinning.

"Like talking me into stripping off naked and running up main street with him. I got a whuppin' when I got home and dang near got arrested."

Johnny and I both laughed, thinking about my uncle Joe running around naked. Suddenly I thought about his big old pecker flopping around down there and I felt a little stirring between my legs.

"Dang," Johnny said, "me and Robert never did anything like that, but now that you mention it...maybe we should try it."

"Oh no," I laughed, "I ain't doin' that. I don't wanna' wind up getting a whipping and go to jail."

"Just kidding. What else did you guys do?"

"Well, we used to camp out at Salty and sleep out in the open. We didn't have a tent or anything, just old sleeping bags. We'd skinny dip in the creek and lay around in the sun and dry off," he said sounding far away as he remembered his days of being a carefree boy.

"Sounds like us," Johnny said, "we did that too. It was fun."

My uncle nodded, "Those were great times. I miss that, but...I like my life now too, and I enjoy having you boys around to remind me of the fun I had."

We puttered around in the barn for a while as uncle Joe talked about his experiences as a boy, and I realized that me and my friends had experienced some of the same feelings and done the same things. It made me feel closer to my uncle and I had such love in my heart for him that I reached over and hugged him before I could stop myself.

I half way expected him to tense up and maybe push me away, but instead he pulled me into him and hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head.

"You know Robert in some ways I think of you as my little brother instead of my nephew. We practically grew up together and we're only 8 years apart in age."

"Wow, that's cool," Johnny said watching us with wet eyes.

"Come here," My uncle said as he pulled Johnny into our hug, "And this one here, well...there was never one of you without the other. That's very special you know. I wish I'd had a friend that close, but then with you two...it's more, isn't it?'

"Uh, what do you mean?" I said pulling away and sobering up. Did my uncle suspect that Johnny and I were more than just friends? Did he know my awful secret? That I liked boys and not girls?

"Robert, don't worry. I won't talk about it if you don't want me to, but I understand, and I'm fine with it."

"Nothin' to understand," I mumbled, "me and Johnny are like brothers, that's all."

"Yes, I suppose you are. Only you boys are closer than  me and my brothers were. Heck we fought all the time. Your uncle Owen used to whip my ass every chance he got," he chuckled, and that brought on some stories of his times with his brothers and the subject of me and Johnny was dropped for the time being.

We finally walked back to the house, and to our great joy supper was almost ready. My aunt served a fresh salad from the garden and garlic bread with the spaghetti, and we drank tall glasses of fresh milk with it.

For dessert we had warm pudding with vanilla wafer cookies in it and bananas cut up on top. It was a real feast and we were stuffed by the time we got up from the table.

After helping clean up, we decided to play Monopoly, and as we sat around playing I finally asked my aunt about her trip to the doctor.

"Everything is fine. I'm due in March," she said happily.

"Oh, maybe the baby will be born on my birthday," I suggested excitedly.

"Maybe, but she's due around the 15th."

"She, you know it's a girl?"

"Well, not for sure...but I just have this feeling," she said patting her tummy.

"I hope you get what you want," I said agreeably, "but I hope she can hold out and wait till my birthday to be born," I said, and everyone laughed.

Joe won the game, then my aunt put Little Joe to bed and she and my uncle went in to watch TV. We played Sorry and then some card games, and when my aunt and uncle went off to bed we retired to the loft.

Our earlier sex romp had tired us out and as far as I know no one did anything to anyone that night except snuggle. Well, at least that's what Johnny and I  did.

Day Five: Tuesday

The sun came out in all it's glory the fifth day, drying up all the rain and though it was a bit humid, the temperature was tolerable.

After a delicious breakfast we headed to the garden and spent most of the morning gathering vegetables and doing some weeding and such. It's amazing how a little rain will make things grow, vegetables and weeds, but we were there to take care of things before they got out of control.

Around noon we washed up using the hose behind the barn and trotted off to the house to have lunch. There were sandwiches and chips and of course fruit and vegetables from the farm, and gallon jugs of iced tea which we used to wash everything down with. 

"I'm going to take a little nap boys," my uncle said yawning, so you guys can do whatever you want for a while."

"Let's go fishing," Johnny suggested, "maybe we can catch enough catfish to have for supper again."

"Okay, I agreed, but you gotta clean em'," I laughed.

"If you boys have good luck just let me know and I'll plan on making that supper, otherwise we'll have fried chicken."

"Umm...wish we could have both," I teased.

"Well, we could, I suppose, and use what ever is left over for lunch tomorrow," my aunt said easily, "Yes, in fact I think that's a great idea. I'll make some potato salad and some baked beans to go with it."

"Beans?" Donnie laughed, "Oh, boy...here we go," he said making a farting sound and making us all crack up.

"Good thing we're sleeping in the barn, might blow the house up if we were sleeping in here," Johnny laughed.

At the pond we settled in quickly, and even I was happy to try my luck at fishing. John and Gerald were the first to catch a fish and both were keepers. We figured to have enough for everyone we'd need at least six fish, and we were two thirds of the way there.

I caught a lousy perch just about the time Donnie landed a fat catfish, and everyone laughed at my sorry catch, but my next catch was nothing to laugh at.

"Johnny," I said with alarm, "this fish seems awfully big," I said tugging on my rod and reeling in a little line.

"What? Hold on. I'm coming," he said sitting his own rod down. He'd been in the middle of putting more bait on the hook so there was no danger of a fish making off with his rod.

"OH wow," he said as the catfish I was trying to reel in broke the water and gave us all a look at it. It was huge, much bigger than either of the fish caught so far, and he was putting up a real fight.

"That thing must weigh ten pounds," Johnny said, exaggerating a bit, but it was huge.

"I hope he doesn't break my line," I said trying to gain a little on the big old catfish.

"Just take it slow, wear him out. He'll get tired eventually and you can reel him on in. Donnie, grab the net and when he gets close enough I'll wade out and snag him."

Donnie entrusted his rod to Fred, who up until then had simply been a bystander, and trotted over with the net.

It took me a good twenty minutes to get him close enough for Johnny to catch him in the net and even then he didn't want to give up.

As Johnny waded toward shore that old fish was squirming and flopping around trying to get loose, but Johnny had a death grip on him and wasn't about to let go.

When we finally got him on the bank for all to admire I felt a little sad for him.

"He's big, probably really old," I said wondering if they were feeling what I was feeling, "he...he's been here a long time and it..well, it just don't seem right to kill him and eat him," I said hoping I didn't sound like a little wimp.

"Yeah, probably too tough to eat," Donnie said.

"Yeah, and he's really old," Gerald added.

"It's your fish Robert. If you wanna' throw him back that's your right," Johnny said understanding right away.

"He's almost as big as Ronnie," Jake giggled, "he might eat us. Better put him back."

"Yeah, let him go," Ronnie said looking serious, "he's like...like something special and we shouldn't kill him."

"Okay, so everyone agrees?" I said with relief, "We let Granddad Catfish go."

"Yeah, here, Donnie help me get the hook out of his mouth."

That old catfish seemed to understand that we were going to let him go cause he quit flopping and let Johnny remove the hook without any fuss.

"Well, here goes," Johnny said holding the fish up for us to take one last look at.

"Wait," I said remembering I'd brought my little Brownie camera along, "I want to get a picture of him."

"You wanna hold him?" Johnny said nodding.

"No, that's okay...I'll let you since you already got a good grip on him. Smile for me," I said.

Johnny smiled real big and we all laughed.

"Not you, the fish," I teased. I guess that old fish either understood or he was just gasping for air, but he did open his mouth in a sort of fishy smile just as I took the picture. That picture has survived all these years and I even had it blown up to poster size and it hangs in Johnny's studio at our home.

With an unceremonious splash that big old catfish hit the water, and after regaining his senses he turned to us as if to say thanks and swam off, back to his rightful place in the pond.

After that we didn't really have much appetite for fish and wound up throwing the other fish back and walking back to the farm.

We didn't tell my aunt or uncle what happened that day or why we came home empty handed, but of course eventually the story came out and it became sort of a legend in our family.

Fried chicken tasted just fine and so did the potato salad and baked beans. The chocolate cake we had for dessert soothed our wounded spirits and after a game of Monopoly and a romp in the backyard we were ready to head to the loft and have some fun.

Fred was strangely quiet that night and didn't join in our sex fun, and we didn't try to force him. We pretty much paired up, me and Johnny, Donnie and Walter, Ben and Gerald, and Jake and Ronnie, so it all worked out for the good.

Day Six: Wednesday 

Wednesday was more of the same, only there were less vegetables to pick. In the afternoon we headed out to the far end of the farm and picked apples, peaches, and plums till we had several bushel baskets full of each.

Tomorrow Mr. Sanders would be by to buy the fruit, some of which he sold and some of which would be canned or made into preserves.

My aunt took part of the plums and peaches we picked and tomorrow she would make preserves and Fred was going to help her.

Dinner was meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans and corn from the garden. For dessert Fred had made cinnamon rolls with my aunt's help, and they were the best cinnamon rolls I had ever eaten in my life. Some day Fred was going to make someone a wonderful mate.

That night we were so tired from picking fruit that we were asleep almost as soon as our head hit our pillows. It was the only night during our trip that we didn't fool around, but I think in a way it made us appreciate the next time even more.

Day Seven:Thursday

Thursday started out hot and humid, and by the time we'd finished breakfast it was already in the mid 80's.

"Too hot to work today," Uncle Joe declared after we'd finished cleaning up the breakfast mess, "today we are going up to Spavinaw and have a picnic and go swimming. How does that sound?"

"Is that our special treat?" I asked, remembering what my uncle had said when we first arrived.

"Nope, this is something else. Saturday we'll be doing something really special," then grinning he added, "you mean you boys done forgot what today is?"

"Ummm...Oh yeah...it's the 4th!" I said excitedly. Working on the farm and having so much fun we'd completely forgotten about the upcoming holiday.

"Oh man, today is the 4th?" Johnny said excitedly, "Can we go get some fireworks Joe?"

"That's uncle Joe," my uncle laughed, "and yes...we'll stop in Salina and get some firecrackers and stuff for you boys to shoot off today and then tonight we'll stop over in Salina on our way back and watch the big fireworks show over the lake."

"Oh man, that's so rad!" I said, "this is gonna' be the best day ever."

"Okay, so you boys go put on some shorts for swimming and grab some clothes to change into while we get the picnic stuff ready."

We were off like a rocket and soon we were back, and Fred jumped in to help my aunt get things ready while the rest of us made trips back and forth to the pickup to stow things.

We were taking both the truck and the Chevy so we'd have more room, but we loaded most of the stuff in the back of the truck.

It was decided that me and Johnny would ride with uncle Joe in the cab while Donnie and Walter rode in the truck bed, and the other five boys would ride with my aunt and Little Joe.

Soon we were on our way and just in time as the temperatures climbed into the nineties. It was a perfect day for swimming and a picnic, and a fireworks show to end the day made it about the best day any boy could ask for.

Not surprisingly, Spavinaw Park was packed with campers and day visitors like us, and the creek was full of bodies trying to escape the heat and have a little fun.

There were kids of all ages and of course a few adults watching over them or just enjoying the cool water for themselves, but there was still plenty of room for us.

We waded right in and almost immediately we were joined by a group of kids that must've been kin since they all looked alike.

There were three boys and two girls, all skinny, freckled faced and red haired and well, not all that attractive. I don't mean they were butt ugly or anything, but they were kind of plain looking, and wouldn't be winning any beauty pageants anytime soon.

"Hi, I'm Lester," the oldest boy said. He was 15 and taller than either Johnny and I and that made him look even skinnier.

We made the introductions and I learned that the other two boys were Carey age 12 and Mark age 10. The girls were Sarah age 9 and Liddy age 13. 

The two girls didn't seem that interested in us and didn't hang around long, which was a blessing as far as I was concerned, but I don't think Johnny or the others were that interested in them either.

"You all wanna' go dive off the rock with us?" Lester said.

"Sure we do that all the time," Johnny said acting sort of strange around this new boy. It was like he was annoyed by him or trying to prove he was better than him or something.

The boy gave Johnny a long look, sizing him up, then nodded, "Okay let's go then."

"Ronnie, you and Jake stay over here in the shallow part," I said, knowing the two boys weren't as keen on this sort of thing as we were.

"I'll stay with em'," Fred volunteered and I nodded. And I noticed the two younger freckle faced boys joined them as well.

Lester, or Les as he liked to be called, reached the rock first and dove off hitting the water like a bullet. As he surfaced Johnny dove in, and soon Gerald joined the two in the water. Walter and Donnie waited till the three were out of the way before diving in, and I followed them as soon as they were out of the way.

I wasn't as much on diving as the others, but I'd learned to like it a little, and didn't mind doing it a time or two. Mostly I just liked watching Johnny dive as his lean muscled body jack-knifed into the water causing me to quiver with lust for him.

Les was back on the rock and off again like a rocket with Johnny hot on his heels, and I wondered what it was about this boy that had caused Johnny to become so competitive all of a sudden.

When the two tired of diving Les sat down on the big rock and Johnny soon joined him. I could see they were deep in some kind of discussion, then Johnny  got up suddenly and walked away. Les looked up at him and frowned and then just sat there staring at the water.

"Johnny," I said as he brushed by me, "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," he said stopping and looking back at Les before turning back around to me.

"You don't like him, do you?"

"Huh, oh...well, naw...not really."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just don't, okay?"

"Okay, but that's not like you Johnny. You usually get along with everyone."

"No, that's you," he grunted, "you're the one who makes friends so easy."

"Well, I just try to get along with everyone. Nothing wrong with that," I said feeling defensive.

"I know, I know," he sighed, "and it's one of the things I really like about you."

"So, what were you two talking about out there?"

"His sister. He said he...he said he...he messed with his sister and that's just sick," he said looking that way and giving Les a dirty look.

"Oh, well...yeah, I agree. That's sick." But was it? I wondered. What was the difference between two brothers messing around and a brother and sister? Was it because a girl could get pregnant and have a retarded baby?

"So, I just don't want to hang around him anymore, okay?"

"Yeah, let's go check on Jake and Ronnie and get a drink."

We left Les with the others and swam back to the other side, but instead of joining the younger boys and Fred we headed to the truck to get a drink instead.

Uncle Joe was sitting on the tailgate, but my aunt had little Joe in the shallow water a little ways down stream and he seemed to be having a good time.

"We're thirsty," I said as we joined my uncle.

"There's a gallon jug of tea and one of ice water, or pop in the cooler."

"Water sounds best," I said looking at Johnny who nodded.

We used one of the plastic cups my aunt had packed and shared it to get a drink. We'd long ago quit worrying about germs, even with our friends, and drinking from the same glass was tame compared to some of the stuff we shared.

"Those are some ugly kids," Uncle Joe chuckled, voicing what I'd only thought.

"Yeah, I wonder what their ma an pa look like," Johnny laughed.

"Probably a badger and coyote got together," Uncle Joe laughed and Johnny howled with laughter and it was contagious.

"They nice kids?" My uncle asked after the laughter had died down.

"I suppose," I shrugged, "we don't really know them all that well yet."

He nodded, "That oldest one, he say something to make you mad Johnny?" Was it that obvious or was my uncle just very observant?

"Naw, not really. He's okay I guess. I just don't wanna' hang around with him right now."

My uncle nodded, "Well, no reason you have to. Why don't you boys take some of your firecrackers and go off down by the spillway and shoot them off?'

"Yeah, that sounds fun," I said excitedly. I hopped down and went around to the cab and dug through the sack there and pulled out two large packages of Black Cats, a couple of punks, and some matches.

By the time I had everything in hand Johnny had joined me and I handed him a pack of the firecrackers and a punk.

"Should we go tell the others?"

"Naw, if they want to come they'll figure it out and join us. They probably just want to swim for now."

Johnny nodded and we said goodbye to my uncle and slipped on our shoes before heading up the road to the spillway.

The road was paved but hot where the sun shone on it, and we were glad we'd taken the time to put our shoes on. Plus there would be rocks after the road ended and it would have been painful walking on them barefoot.

It was a little cooler by the spillway and as we crossed under the big pipe that was spewing water from the lake side of the dam the spray felt really good.

We stopped long enough to light our punks then started across the spillway, throwing a few firecrackers along the way, and giggling at how loud they sounded reverberating off the large cement spillway.

We were almost all the way across when we saw our pack headed our way and we could see they had firecrackers in their hands.

Thankfully the ginger kids hadn't followed them and as we waited up for our crew Johnny suddenly sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"About getting mad at that kid and calling him a mother fucker."

"You called him...that?" I asked blushing. MF was about the worst cuss word you could say, well except the F word by itself of course.

"Yeah, but I should have called him a sister fucker I guess," he laughed.

"It's okay, he'll live."

"He...he looked surprised and hurt. "Oh Robert, I can't explain it. I feel bad, but I still don't like him. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, perfect sense. It's cause you're a good person and it hurts you to say that kind of thing, even if the person you're saying it to isn't that good of a person."

"Thanks, but what should I do?"

"Well, maybe nothing. Those kids might be gone by the time we get back, but if they're still there you could say you're sorry I guess."

"Yeah, well...we'll see. Like you said, maybe they'll be gone."

The others joined us and acted mad that we didn't tell them we were going, but they soon got over it. We made it across the spillway and up the side to the little observation landing and looked out across the lake.

We recalled the story of how we'd messed around here for the new guys and I saw a few boners pop up, but the fireworks had top priority at the moment.

We spread out and shot off firecrackers and even threw a few in the water. If you waited long enough the fuse wouldn't be doused and the firecracker would explode in the water sending up a wall of water and looking really cool.

When the firecrackers were all gone we sat down in the overlook and talked, and of course eventually sex came up.

"No one can see us here, so do whatever you want," Johnny told Jake and Ronnie.

"Not unless you guys do some stuff too," Jake said eying us hopefully.

"How about we just jack off...just ourselves, not someone else."

"Okay, it's not as much fun, but I guess that's okay."

Everyone agreed that was enough to take the sexual tension out of the air and soon the nine of us were beating our meat. There is something very exciting about watching eight other boys jerk their peckers, and it didn't take long for any of us to get off. After we'd squeezed out the last few drops and cleaned up as well as we could, we started back to the creek.

It was almost one o'clock and we were hungry after our little jack off session, and I guess my aunt was expecting that cause she had the picnic lunch all laid out and ready to go for us.

We had leftover fried chicken, ham and cheese sandwiches, potato salad, fresh vegetables and fruit, but no baked beans. There were chips too, and for dessert cookies and a few of the cinnamon rolls from last night which we shared.

After we ate we rested in the shade and I noticed the freckle faced kids wading toward the shore toward a beat up old Ford pickup. Inside the cab of the truck was the oldest looking man I'd ever seen. I remember thinking he must be at least a hundred and wondered if he was the kids grandpa or maybe great grandpa.

The kids waved as they headed toward the truck but Les just gave us a sad look and seemed in a hurry to get to the truck. 

Suddenly Johnny jumped up and headed that way and I smiled. I knew Johnny would do the right thing if he got the chance.

No one seemed to notice or care what Johnny was doing except me and my uncle, who had a little smile on his face.

I watched as Johnny caught up with the boy and the surprised look on Les' face was golden. Then suddenly that look was replaced by a small smile as Johnny offered his hand to shake.

I watched, my heart soaring with pride for my boyfriend as the boys shook hands, and then smiling, Johnny pulled away and turned to go. 

Les said something to Johnny and he turned around and laughed, then giving a small wave he headed back our way.

I hopped up and met Johnny half way and gave him a smile.

"You two friends now?"

"Maybe not friends, but we're okay."

"I'm proud of you. If I could get you alone right now...." I said giving him a lustful look.

"Well, I do need to use the bathroom..."

"Me too, come on," I said pushing him in that direction.

We didn't have time to do anything but kiss and hug while we were in the bathroom, but that was enough to satisfy us both for the moment. We were happy and smiling as we returned to find the others were back in the creek again.

We swam for a long time then climbed out and ate leftovers, then we walked up the road and to the other side of the spillway where the little park was. 

We pointed out the Kid's fishing pond to the new guys and then walked around the dike and down the steps into the little park there.

Jake and Ronnie were like two puppies, running around and giggling and taking in everything as we followed behind them. I remembered my first time here and smiled, happy that I was sharing something so special with these two very special boys.

By the time we got back to the creek it was nearly five o'clock, but we still had plenty of time before we needed to head back.

We checked in with my aunt and uncle then went off exploring again and we showed the new boys where we'd camped, and recounted the story of the flood and how Johnny had saved us that night.

"I wanna' go camping here," Ronnie said bouncing from one foot to the other.

"Maybe we can do that sometime," I offered, We'll still have plenty of time left this summer. Since my folks aren't planning a vacation this year maybe we can talk them into renting a cabin again and letting us camp out.

"That sounds like a great idea Robert," Johnny offered, "but no flood this time," he chuckled.

We wandered around for another hour or so and by the time we finally made it back my aunt and uncle  had everything packed up and were ready to go.

We got a drink of water and piled into the two vehicles, but this time we switched places with Walter and Donnie and Johnnie and I rode in the back of the truck.

The ride to Salina was a short one, and Johnny and I enjoyed the privacy that riding in the back of the truck provided. We even held hands most of the way, making sure to keep our hands out of sight, and sat with our hips and shoulders touching.

It had cooled off some and the wind rushing past us helped to cool us off. We'd changed out of our wet shorts in the bathroom back at Spavinaw and we were ready for the fireworks display which would begin around nine o'clock.

Since we still had plenty of time till dark we stopped at a drive-in restaurant and uncle Joe bought us hamburgers and fries and shakes and we ate sitting on picnic tables  beneath shade trees behind the drive-in.

We drove over to the little park on the lake's edge and found a good place to park and puttered around and explored while we waited for darkness to fall.

The fireworks display started around 9 and the shells were shot off over the water so there was no danger of starting a fire.

It also made the display more spectacular as the bursts of color were reflected by the water. We sat in awe as the dazzling display went on and on, but eventually the last shot was fired and as the last trail of fire fell to the water we found ourselves wishing it could go on forever.

Uncle Joe waited for most of the traffic to scatter before we started back to the farm and it was almost 11 by the time we arrived.

After saying goodnight and thanking my aunt and uncle we headed out to the barn. As tired as we were, we somehow found the energy to engage in a little sex play, and that night even Fred joined in and he seemed especially horny.

I did notice that Fred avoided any contact with Jake during our sex play, and I wondered if it was the incest taboo that caused him to do so. Then remembering that Fred really wasn't blood kin to his brothers, I realized there must be more to it than that.

At any rate Jake seemed content to mess with Ronnie, and I wondered if the two were starting to have some feelings for each other beyond sex. Was it possible Jake and Ronnie were feeling some of the same things Johnny and I had at that age? I guess you could call it puppy love, but I can tell you from experience that it's just as powerful and moving as the real thing.

After we'd all satisfied our needs we laid around and talked for awhile until one by one we fell into a deep sleep.

Day Eight: Friday

Friday was a busy day for all of us. It was Donnie and Walter's day to get up early and help uncle Joe, but Johnny and I got up with them, and pretty soon the others got up too.

We all helped uncle Joe that morning and it didn't take long to get the chores done. Ronnie loved milking the cows and I swear those two cows seemed to recognize him and moo their approval. It was funny seeing that skinny little boy handle those big old cows like that. I think the cows recognized that Ronnie was pure and innocent and loved nature. I'd heard that animals can pick up on things like that and I guess it was true with Ronnie.

Breakfast was pancakes, fried potatoes, eggs, and lots of fresh milk to wash it down with. After cleaning up we headed out to the garden and worked all morning, weeding, picking vegetables, and getting another load ready for Mr. Sanders to pick up that afternoon. This would be the last pickup while we were there, but uncle Joe said Mr. Sanders would be back again on Tuesday of the next week and that Monday he would pick the ripest vegetables and get them ready for him.

For lunch we had hot dogs and chips and watermelon from the garden. Uncle Joe had put two huge melons in a tub of ice and water earlier in the day and by the time we ate them they were ice cold and delicious.

After washing up in the hose behind the barn we were ready to finish our work in the garden. We worked another hour or so before uncle Joe finally announced we were done for the day and that now it was time to have some fun.

Loading everyone up in the two vehicles we drove to the spring fed swimming hole and spent the rest of that hot lazy afternoon in the water. There were no other kids there that day, but there were nine of us, ten counting my little cousin, and we had a great time.

My aunt sat in the shallow water and just rested, but uncle Joe was right out there with us boys, hooping and hollering and playing around just like he was one of us. It really gave me a good feeling to know that I had such a fun and cool uncle, and it was obvious all my friends were very fond of him. In fact later they would all tell me that my aunt and uncle were about the two coolest adults they ever met, and I wholeheartedly agreed.

We stayed at the swimming hole till it began to get dusky dark then drove back home and uncle Joe fired up the grill and cooked hamburgers for everyone. We ate in the back yard on the picnic table while my aunt and uncle sat near us on lawn chairs. It was a fun time and great food, and we laughed and talked and it was obvious even my aunt and uncle were having a great time.

When it got pitch dark my aunt took Little Joe into put him to bed but my uncle Joe stayed and talked to us boys for a long time. He recounted more of his adventures as a boy and we shared some of ours and we realized that some things were timeless, and boys were boys no matter what era they lived in.

When it was finally time to say goodnight I gave uncle Joe a big hug and he smiled at me and my buddies.

"Get some sleep guys, cause tomorrow is the day of the big surprise and we need to get an early start."

"Aww..why won't you tell us what it is?" I whined playfully.

"Cause I like surprises and you should too," he laughed.

"I do, and I just know it will be fun. Well, goodnight uncle Joe. Come wake us when you want us to get up."

"I'll holler from the bottom of the ladder, but I won't come up there," he chuckled, "no tellin' what I'd see."

I blushed, but the others thought it was hilarious and laughed as if they thought it was the funniest thing ever.

Up in the loft we stripped down to our undies and plopped down on the pallets and I finally commented on what uncle Joe had said.

"Do you think he knows we mess around?" I said lowly, just for Johnny's ears.

"Probably, and I'll bet  him and his buddies did it too. He's so cool and he was just like us when he was our age. Don't worry so much. He said he wouldn't come up here. He respects our privacy."

"Yeah," Gerald said. Mr. Big Ears having heard our conversation, "he's cool with us and wouldn't trip out if he knew what we do."

"I guess, but it's still embarrassing."

"Why?" Jake asked innocently, "I think it's cool."

"Yeah, well...let's just forget about it, okay?"

"Yeah, let's do some stuff," Jake said lustfully, "let's do what we did that one night and everyone do stuff to everyone else."

Despite my worries and reservations, when the fun began I was right in the big middle of it. It was the perfect end to a perfect day as we shared our bodies with one another and grew closer in the process. 

I noticed that Fred was watching Jake closely as he went from boy to boy touching and feeling, but he kept his distance and Jake seemed to respect that. I wondered if something had happened between the two that made them uncomfortable with each other sexually, but I didn't know how to ask without sounding too weird.

Ronnie had progressed from being shy and introverted to being bold and lusty over the last few days and I had to laugh at the way he was behaving.

As I lay there observing, Johnny by my side rubbing my chest, I saw Jake approach Fred and whisper something to him and he shook his head negatively. Jake looked hurt and sad and backed off quickly and found Ronnie and hugged up to him as if seeking solace.

I wondered again what was going on and I vowed to try to find out. I figured if Fred wouldn't tell me, that Jake would, but this wasn't the time or place to ask.

Ronnie and Jake settled in with Johnny and me after a while and I was exploring Ronnie's body while Jake and Johnny were rubbing around on each other.

Ronnie's body was smooth and supple beneath my touch and as I nibbled on his hard little nipples he sighed contentedly. As I moved lower, licking and kissing my way down his middle, he shivered and moaned lowly.

When I reached his belly button I stuck my tongue in there and tasted the salty sweet taste of the boy causing him to giggle.

"Tickles."

I looked up at him and smiled, then moved on down and gave his boy parts a lick. He gasped and spread his legs giving me access to all of him and I moved on down and gave his little boy bag a good working over before going back to his pecker and swallowing it whole.

I worked Ronnie's cock over slowly running my hands under him and cupping his perky little butt and running a finger along his sweaty crack, and when my finger brushed his pucker he shivered.

"That feels good," he purred.

I took that as an invitation to do more and worked my finger into his tacky hole as I continued to suck. It didn't take long for Ronnie to tense up and as his anus contracted around my finger he thrust up and deposited his tasty boy batter into my mouth. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time, and I swallowed every drop..

We rested and then began again, switching partners often, and I finally got a chance to be with Fred. His amazing hard pecker was a favorite among us boys, and for once I had him alone while the others seemed content to help each other out.

"Gosh, I can't get over how big your pecker is," I said giving it a tug.

"It's not that much bigger than yours and Johnny's, or Ronnie's," he said humbly.

"Yeah, well...it's definitely fatter and a real mouthful."

"Thanks."

"So, I think I want to give it a taste. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," he said rising up a little to look into my eyes.

"Okay, here goes," I said giving his cock a lick from head to base.

"Oh...ummm...yeah, that's good."

I worked his pecker over for a long time, pausing when he got close and working on his balls, then going back to sucking before finally letting him come.

He spurted a mouthful and it just kept coming, and I swallowed it all down greedily before licking him clean and laying down beside him.

It was now or never, I thought, he's relaxed and maybe he'll tell me what I want to know.

"Fred. What's up with you and Jake? I saw him talking to you earlier and he acted hurt when you said whatever it was you said to him."

"Ain't none of your business," he said curtly, then he sighed, "Sorry, didn't mean to sound pissy."

"It's okay. You're right, it's none of my business, but I care about both of you and I hate seeing Jake so upset."

He sighed again, "He wants me to...you know, but I just can't. He's my brother for gosh sakes."

"But, well...I thought you weren't really related," I stammered.

"I know, but I still think of him as my brother. I know it's not a big deal to some boys, but it worries me a lot. I know him and Michael have done some stuff, but I never did anything with either of them."

"But you want to, don't you?" I said, hoping I wasn't reading more into his look than there was.

"I...I don't know. I mean...I like how he looks and I love him and all, but that's what makes it so hard. I don't want to mess things up between us as brothers."

"Did you ever consider how he might feel about it? I think he feels like you're rejecting him. I could see the hurt look on his face and I think he even cried a little."

"He...he did?" Fred said sounding shaky, "Boy, I sure hate that."

"Well, I can't tell ya' what to do, but...maybe you should tell him how you feel. Maybe then he'll understand, and he won't feel so hurt or rejected."

"Yeah, maybe, but it's kind of hard with everyone around all the time."

"Why don't the two of you take a walk and have a nice talk. I'll keep the others here and it will be just you two."

"Oh, well...I guess."

I found Jake recuperating from his third orgasm, laying atop Ben, and I managed to get him aside to talk to him. Meanwhile Fred had dressed and put on his shoes and when I told Jake what I had in mind he eagerly agreed and got dressed as well.

The others gave the two a curious look, but no one said anything till they were gone, and I quickly explained that they just needed some time alone to talk, and everyone seemed okay with that.

We were winding down now and everyone was yawning and ready to give it up for the night. I left the light on for Fred and Jake and by the time they returned most of the others were asleep.

I nudged Johnny, who nodded then closed his eyes and seemed to fade out fast. I watched as Fred took his usual place then Jake walked over to where Ronnie lay and nudged him awake and coaxed him to his feet. Then leading him over to where Fred lay, he fell down beside him pulling Ronnie down with him.

I smiled as I turned out the light and soon I joined the others in blissful slumber.

Day Nine: Saturday...the big surprise!

After our sex romp we slept well that night and when uncle Joe yelled up from the bottom of the ladder about seven we roused quickly.

"Coming uncle Joe," I said for all of us, "Just gotta get dressed," I added blushing, realizing that might imply that we were naked, which we were.

"Breakfast is almost ready, I've already done all the chores so we can get an early start,"  he yelled back.

We pissed and washed up behind the barn then headed to the house and were greeted by the smell of homemade biscuits baking and sausage frying on the griddle.

When the sausage was done my aunt used the drippings to make her delicious gravy while Fred scrambled eggs and tended the fried potatoes.

Eventually everything was ready and we sat down to breakfast anxious to find out what the big surprise was.

"So...ummm...any hints about what we're doing today?" I said grinning.

"Nope, you'll see when we get there."

"Hmmm...so we're going some place. Is it far away?"

"Not too far, not too near," my uncle chuckled.

I sighed, "I give up. I guess I'll just have to wait."

It was nine by the time we finished cleaning up and my aunt insisted we all take showers and dress in our best jeans and shirts.

That told me we were going somewhere where there would be other people, inside probably, but it still didn't tell me where. 

We showered in twos or threes, and by the time we got dressed my aunt and uncle were dressed, the car loaded, and we were ready to go.

I felt sort of sorry for Donnie. His best jeans were faded and had a ripped pocket, but fortunately his shirt hung down low enough to hide it. His sneakers were worn although still in pretty good shape, but he didn't seem to be worried about how he looked. I knew come back to school he would get new clothes, but till then he was stuck with last year's stuff.

As before we took both vehicles, but this time no one rode in the back of the truck. Johnny, me, and Ben sat up front with Uncle Joe in the pickup and the rest of the boys crammed into the '57 Chevy with my aunt and Little Joe, who sat on Donnie's lap the whole way. Today that would not only be illegal, but would horrify most folks, but back then it was pretty normal.

As soon as we left the farm I began to pay attention to our route, trying to figure out where we were going. We headed back up highway 20 toward Salina and I began to wonder if we were going back to Spavinaw again. Then when we got to Salina we turned right onto highway 82. I knew this road would take us to Locust Grove where Johnny used to live, and where Caleb still lived, but there was nothing special there so I knew that wasn't our destination.

When we reached highway 412 we proceeded through the four way stop and continued East and I suddenly had a good idea where we were going. I think Johnny may have figured it out too, but he didn't say anything right then.

I wondered what the others were thinking behind us in the Chevy, but I knew my aunt would be just as tight-lipped about our destination as my uncle was.

The trip took about thirty minutes, but since there wasn't a whole lot else around I think everyone except maybe the younger boys had figured out our destination by the time we got close.

But even knowing what city we were headed to didn't prepare us for our actual destination, possibly because I'd never heard of Tsa-La-Gi till that day.

Tsa-La-Gi is actually located in Park Hill Oklahoma, which was about six miles south of Tahlequah.

Tsa-La-Gi was opened in June of 1967 and was constructed mostly using Native American workers. Tsa-La-Gi was an authentic Indian Village, complete with authentic Native Americans who showed the visitors how their people lived back in the days portrayed in the village.

Uncle Joe had been there once right after it opened with my aunt and little cousin and he had been so impressed that he wanted to share the experience with us.

As we parked and regrouped there was a sense of excitement running through us and we were eager to see what lay ahead.

After taking care of everyone's admission charges we started off down a little dirt trail and into the village. From the moment we entered the village we were captivated by the peaceful and simple surroundings. The villagers were instructed to go about their business and ignore the visitors, and at first that was kind of confusing until uncle Joe explained it. 

By ignoring us they were able to portray their day to day lives without distractions. Among other things we observed basket weaving, flint striking (which is how arrow heads were made), natives using blow guns, which the tour guide said was a boy's first weapon back in the days of the Indians, and a lively game of stick ball.

But the most amazing thing we witnessed in my eyes was the swimming hole. Here several beautiful young native boys swam wearing nothing more than a small scrap of leather, but the guide said the loin cloth was probably not worn by the native boys back then and with a chuckle said, I'm sure you boys know all about skinny dipping.

We all chuckled, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from the beautiful boys swinging off a rope swing and splashing into the water. 

One of the boys appeared to be around my age, and the other a few years younger, maybe 11 or 12. But it was the oldest boy that really caught my attention.

It's hard to explain how beautiful this young Native boy was. Of course he had the ruddy red skin of a Native American, and even from a distance I could see his dark eyes just below his long flowing hair, which was wet and clinging to his forehead. His body was a work of art, and I remember wishing that Johnny had his sketch pad with him at the moment. Fortunately Johnny used his almost photographic memory to recreate that moment in time and a copy of it hangs in the Cherokee Cultural Center now, a gift from Johnny and I years later when we began supporting the museum.

The boy, I called him Little Bear in my mind, was lean, but not skinny, his body perfect in all respects. His muscles rippled beneath his perfectly smooth skin, and his movements were fluid and almost seemed to be choreographed. Despite the fact that he was playing a part and showing us how boys in the old days lived, I could see that he was having fun and enjoying himself, in fact both boys were.

What better job than swimming all day and getting paid? I envied him, but for other reasons as well. What must his life be like? He was so perfect, so beautiful, and I wondered if he knew it. Did he have a girlfriend, or did he mess with boys? Suddenly my heart ached for him and I didn't even know him. What was his life like, did he live with a mother and father, did he have a brother...a sister? Did he do well in school, have lots of friends? I longed to know him at that moment and Johnny must've noticed my funk, because suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Looks like fun," he said softly.

"Yeah," I agreed, pulling my gaze away from the Native American Adonis.

"Too bad we can't join em'. I bet we could have some fun too," he said grinning.

I blushed at the implication, but I agreed. We'd never had trouble pulling boys into our play, and a simple soul like this one would probably join us eagerly.

We moved on then, but not before I took one last look at the two boys, and suddenly I locked eyes with the older boy and we shared a moment. Smiling at me with the sweetest smile I had ever seen, he paused as I smiled back and gave him a wink. I don't know if he could see the wink from that distance, but he seemed to smile broader, flashing his perfect white teeth at me.

I mused about that for a while. Maybe the kid was from a rich family, after all he looked very healthy and his teeth appeared flawless, or maybe he just lived a healthy life style.

We moved on and were soon pulled into another scene as we came upon a group of older boys and a few men playing stick ball. We learned that stick ball was first played as an alternative to tribal wars, but had eventually evolved into a friendlier game that Native American children played.

It was fun watching the boys and men play, and I noticed that all of the players were as fit and healthy looking as the boys at the swimming hole.

The trip through the village took less than an hour, and when it was over we talked excitedly about the things we liked best. I was reluctant to mention that my favorite part was the two boys at the swimming hole, but Jake and Ronnie rambled on about how much fun it would be to swim all day and I added my sentiments.

We were told of the Trail of Tears as part of the tour and we boys listened with shock and disbelief as the guide outlined the plight of the Cherokee who were forced to leave their homelands and relocate in what was now Oklahoma. The forced march cost the lives of a third of the Native Americans and thus the name Trail of Tears was coined.

We were quiet and somber as we left the village but we recovered eventually, not wanting such sadness to spoil our special day. Still it wasn't like we forgot about the plight of the Cherokee and it would become the topic of many discussions over the years. Johnny was especially moved by the story of the Trail of Tears and did a whole series of paintings devoted to it. Several of them he contributed to various Native American museums over the years.

There was a small gift shop and I bought a post card and a dream catcher to give to my mom and a few of the others bought simple trinkets or cards to document our visit.

It was lunch time by the time we finished up in the gift shop and uncle Joe drove us to a diner in the small town nearby that had all sorts of good things to eat. Most of us boys had burgers and fries, but my aunt and uncle had chicken as did Jake and Ronnie.

"There's more," Uncle Joe said as we started off, "ever hear of the Murrell Home?"

"No, what is it?" Johnny and I asked almost at once.

"You'll see, it's just a short drive from here and while we're out this way we might as well see it too."

The Murrell Home was one of the few remaining buildings in this area from the time of the Civil war and the Trail of Tears. The house was rich with history and in the 70's it was placed on the registry as a Historic Landmark.

It was interesting, but not as interesting as the village, but we had a good time, especially exploring the grounds and out buildings. A few years later we would return here on a class trip and that brought back fond memories of our special outing that summer day with Uncle Joe and his family.

Our last stop was Muskogee which was just a short distance to the West, and there we went to Honor Heights Park for a picnic.

For Ronnie and Jake and Fred the park was brand new, but the rest of us had been here at one time or another and knew just how neat it was.

"Can we go swimming?" Jake wanted to know after seeing the large swimming pool near the pond.

"Well, you boys don't have your trunks and I'm pretty sure they don't let kids skinny dip in there," My uncle laughed.

"Oh, yeah..." Jake giggled, "too bad."

"We can just go exploring," I said, remembering the time I was here with my folks and the boy Nick I'd met here and the fun we'd had. I wondered if he still lived nearby or if he was still hanging out in the bathroom looking for sex, but I wasn't about to go looking.

We checked in with my aunt and uncle then started off around the pond as a flock of ducks and geese scattered before us. 

At the pool we could see kids splashing and diving and having fun and it made me wish we could go swimming. It was still hot out and we were overdressed for the weather and I for one would be happy when the sun began to go down and it cooled off some.

From the pond we headed back across the parking lot and up the steps that would take us up the hill and past the various flower beds and shrubbery. The park was actually built on the side of a hill and the roads leading in wound around that hill and between the tiers of flower bed and trees.

It was slow going once we got closer to the top since we were all getting a bit winded by then, but eventually we made it to the top and was surprised to find a little covered picnic area.

We plopped down on the cement benchs and rested as we talked about the fun we'd had that day. Once we were rested we walked up the hill a few feet and discovered we'd come out on the road that led into the park.

"Damn, we walked all this way and the road is right there," Johnny laughed, "Come on, let's see what else we can find up here."

To the left of the rest area was a beaten down grassy trail and we followed it, eventually coming to an area that was grown up, with a small clearing in the middle of it. It reminded me of some of the places we'd discovered before, and the thought of the fun we'd had in those places caused a stirring in my jeans.

"Hey, it's private here," Jake said as if reading my mind.

"Yeah, we could get nekkid," Ronnie giggled.

"Well, maybe not naked, but we could drop our pants," Gerald said fumbling with his zipper. 

I swear Gerald was always horny these days and ready to mess around at the slightest mention of sex.

"Hold on, hold on," I said, causing Gerald to pause a moment, "Let's look around first and make sure it's really private here. For all we know fifty feet away there could be a family having a picnic," I teased.

"Okay, okay...fan out and look around everyone," Gerald said taking charge suddenly, "Fred you go with me, Ronnie and Jake go that way, Donnie and Walter over there and Robert and Johnny and Ben over there."

I laughed and saluted, "Ja heir commandant," I teased in my very bad German accent.

Everyone laughed but we did as Gerald had directed and soon we were back having found nothing but more trees and bushes during our hunt. Apparently this was the end of the trail and the only direction we needed to be concerned about was the one we'd come from.

"Okay, okay...now can I get my pecker out?" Gerald said sounding desperate, "it's cooking in my jeans."

"Mmm...I like cooked weenies," I joked, "let's see it. Is it nice and pink now?"

We weren't sure how much time we had, and it was sort of uncomfortable what with the heat and all, so we decided to just jerk off that afternoon, and everyone took care of their own pecker.

Still there was something very exciting about watching a group of horny boys slapping their meat and I for one came pretty hard. We stood in a circle and beat our meat, watching each other closely, and when we came we peppered the grass with our boy batter and then zipped up and watched till everyone was finished.

"That was good," Gerald said having come last, "I needed that," he sighed.

"Yeah, but now I'm hungry," I said wiping a bit of cum off on my jeans, "Let's go see if uncle Joe has started the fire yet. We're having weenies," I giggled, "only they don't spit like ours do."

Of course it was easier going down the hill, and when we reached the bottom I noticed the sun was just starting to go down. Soon it would start to get dark, and though we were in no hurry, I figured uncle Joe would want to get us fed and back on the road before it got too dark.

Uncle Joe had brought charcoal and lighter and as soon as he saw us he started the fire in the on site cooker.

My aunt was getting the other things ready and the ice chest was in the back of the car with the trunk open. We fished out a can of pop and sat down on the picnic table where my aunt was arranging things, and eventually we jumped in to help.

As soon as the coals were ready my uncle laid the hot dogs on the grill and pretty soon they were ready to slide into buns, and after doctoring them up with mustard or ketchup or both we slid them down our throats. 

There were chips and homemade potato salad and cookies and fruit, and of course tea, soda pop, and ice water.

We ate slowly, enjoying the cooler air and the company of each other, and I think I was about as happy at that moment as I'd ever been in my life. I had Johnny back in my life, I had good friends, a great family, and the future looked bright for us.

I would soon be an uncle again, and suddenly it occurred to me that Johnny would never know that joy. With his sister dead he was now the only child and responsible for passing on the family name. That worried me some, but I was in too good a mood to dwell on it, and soon I had forgotten all about it.

We helped to clean up and then puttered around a bit before finally piling into the pickup and car and heading to the farm.

It was still early, well early for us, when we arrived at the farm, and after helping to unpack everything we lingered outside enjoying the night air.

My aunt put Little Joe to bed and didn't come back outside, but my uncle Joe sat on the porch step watching us and drinking a glass of iced tea.

I envied him in some ways. He knew he liked women and had married one and was a dad. He didn't have to struggle with his sexuality or wonder if the love of his life would find someone else and leave him behind.

Oh sure Johnny and I were committed to one another, but let's face it, we were still young and there was a whole world out there to assault us. Who knew what kind of changes would occur as we matured and met new people and experienced new things? I tried not to worry and look at things like Johnny did. What was it he said? If things change they'll change slowly and we'll adjust to them. I guess that was as good a way to look at things as any.

I walked up to the porch and sat down beside my uncle on the broad wooden steps and for a moment I didn't speak, but I guess my uncle knew I had something on my mind.

"Did you have a good time today?"

"Yeah, thanks again. That was really rad. I never knew there were places like that so close by. I'll have to get mom and dad to take me and Mikey there sometime."

"Yeah, and Johnny," he chuckled.

"Well, maybe," I said grinning.

"I want you to know that having you boys here this past week was really special for your aunt and me. I'm gonna miss this place, but most of all I'm gonna miss having  you and your buddies come out each summer and spend time with us. I guess I'll just have to keep having kids till I fill my house up," he chuckled and I blushed a bit thinking what it took to make kids.

"Yeah, well...you got one on the way. Who knows, maybe it'll be twins," I joked.

"I wouldn't mind," he said seriously, "and I hope it's a girl. Your aunt wants a little girl."

"I hope so too then, since I already got a nephew."

"And you're a good uncle, and a good brother to Mikey. You just naturally seem to get along with kids, of all ages," he chuckled.

"I just like most folks I guess, old or young, don't matter. Right now I'm kinda worried about Caleb's grandpa. He's sick and that's why Caleb didn't come this time."

"Oh, is it serious?"

"I don't know, Caleb didn't say, but it was serious enough that it kept him on the farm."

"Well, maybe next week I'll drive over there and see for myself," he said seriously. 

That's just how my uncle was. He cared about folks and if anyone could find out what was going on with Caleb's grandpa he could.

"Thanks, that would be nice. I worry about Caleb sometimes. He's stuck out there on that farm with no other kids close by now that Johnny has moved. I wish he lived in Pryor and he could hang out like my other friends."

"It's not that far, can't you boys go see him or him come see you?"

"I guess, but it's not the same."

My uncle laughed, "I'm sure you'll figure something out, you always do."

"Yeah. Well, I think I'm gonna go see what the others are up to. Thanks again, and tell aunt Kathy thanks too."

"I will, I think I'll turn in. I'm pretty tired and I have to get up early and take care of a few things."

"Oh yeah, who's helping tomorrow?"

"It's Sunday, you boys sleep in. I can take care of things by myself one day."

"Well, if you're sure."

"Yeah, I'll take care of things then slip back in bed and later we'll have a big breakfast before it's time to go."

My folks were coming to pick us up, using both our cars, so my aunt and uncle wouldn't have to worry about that at least.

"Okay, well goodnight. See you in the morning."

I joined the others and after my uncle went inside we decided it was time to head to the barn. We stripped down to our underwear as soon as we got in the loft and then took a piss out the big door before settling down on the pallet.

"It was a fun day," Jake said yawning, "I can't believe tomorrow is our last day. I wanna stay forever."

"Yeah, me too," Ronnie said sadly.

"I think my uncle is as sad as we are," I said sighing, "I never really thought about it before, but I guess he'll miss us coming here as much as we will."

"Well, next year most of us will be in high school and it may not seem as cool," Gerald said.

"I'm sure we'll find something to do," Johnny said trying to lift our spirits, "but since this is our last night, let's make it one to remember."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked giving him a grin.

"Well, first of all I think we need to get out in the fresh air," Johnny said raising an eyebrow, "everyone slip on your shoes, but your undies are fine for now."

"We're gonna go outside in just our undies and shoes?" Ronnie said looking a little worried.

"Yeah, the shoes will protect our feet and there's no one but the cows out there so...we don't need clothes."

"Okay, I'm in," Gerald said grabbing his shoes.

Johnny was a natural born leader and everyone was happy to follow his lead, especially me. As we regrouped at the bottom of the ladder there was a sense of adventure and excitement in the air.

"Where to?" I asked as Johnny switched on the big 4 D cell flashlight he'd brought.

"Just follow me girls," he chuckled.

"I'll show you a girl," Gerald grumbled.

First stop was the pond, and though I'd been there at night before, it was still a little spooky out there, even with 8 other boys along with me.

"What now?" Donnie asked staring out at the dark water of the pond.

"Hmmm..how about from here on out we lose our undies and let our peckers get some fresh air."

"Okay by me," Gerald said, and soon everyone was standing there in just their birthday suits holding their undies in their hand.

Some of us had partial erections, but Gerald and the two younger boys were totally hard. Staring at their erections got me hard in no time and before we started off all nine of us were sporting wood.

It was liberating and sort of exciting as we started off around the pond headed down the path toward the small orchard. The moon was bright, the sky clear, and a million pin pricks of light dotted the black canopy over our head.

I breathed in the night air, a mixture of vegetation, cow manure, and clean fresh air and sighed. This was what being alive and young was all about. Here on the farm we had freedom, freedom to be ourselves and to go naked if we wanted to, no adults around to worry about, but we knew this was only temporary and that made it all the more special.

Our hard peckers pointing the way, we made it to the orchard and immediately it got darker. Without the light of the moon and stars we were suddenly immersed in shadows and if not for the flashlight we might not have been able to see at all.

"Here is good," Johnny said, "okay everyone line up from shortest to tallest," he added grinning.

It took some trial and error and some help from Johnny to get everyone lined up according to height, but soon we were in a somewhat straight line giggling and wondering what was next.

"Okay reach to the right and grab a pecker. Guy on the end reach to the left. Guy on the end was Walter of course who was the biggest and tallest of the bunch and Johnny was next to him which meant they were handling each other's pecker.

"No fair," Ronnie whined, "no one is grabbing mine."

"Oh, I forgot," Johnny said, "Jake grab Ronnie's pecker. Now does everyone have a pecker in his hand?"

I sniggered as I gripped Donnie's pecker and beside me Gerald gave my pecker a little squeeze. All of us were rock hard and those of us who made pre-cum were wet with anticipation.

Even out here in the fresh air I could smell the heady smell of nine horny boys and I was trembling with excitement as we began to jack each other in earnest.

"Take it slow boys," Johnny instructed, "Don't want anyone coming too soon."

"This all we're gonna do?" Gerald wanted to know.

"Nope, just gettin' started, and since you brought it up I reckon we'll let you go first. I want you to go from one end to the other and suck each of us for the count of 50. Then when you've done everyone you get back at the end of the line and the next person does the same thing. I figure at some point someone will come and the first one that comes has to take the person's place that was suckin' and suck till the count of 100 or until someone else comes. Everyone understand."

Most of us did, and the rest decided they could figure it out as we went so the fun began. Gerald went at his task with enthusiasm and did a good job on my pecker so I assumed he did that for the others as well.

No one came with Gerald working on them, and when it was time to get back in line, it was Walter's turn. Walter wasn't as enthusiastic as Gerald had been, but he was as good a cock sucker as any of us and I have to admit I wasn't quite ready for him to go when the count was up. 

"Can we touch our peckers while we wait?" Gerald asked.

"No, that's cheatin'," Johnny said quickly, "I want us all to get our jollies by bein' sucked."

Walter finished and it was Johnny's turn, and when he got to me I was afraid I'd come as soon as he wrapped his lips around my pecker, but too soon the count hit 50 and he moved on.

Donnie was next and again I came pretty close. Donnie was almost as good at cock sucking as me and Johnny and he had me squirming and thrusting and ready to come at any minute. Unfortunately the count ended and I was left high and dry. 

Beside me Ben suddenly squeaked out and we all thought he was gonna be the first to come, but it was just a false alarm and Donnie moved on to Jake.

Fred was next and he did a passable job of sucking, but I guess Ben had been closer than we thought last round and suddenly he gasped and thrust up and from the look on Fred's face I knew Ben had come.

"Ben is the winner," Johnny declared, "the first to come and now he gets to suck all of us for the count of 100 or until someone else shoot."

After Ben recovered he went back to the head of the line and sucked on Walter's big prick but nothing happened. Next was Johnny and though I knew Ben was giving it all he had, Johnny didn't quite get there. 

Gerald came close, but the count left him hanging and then it was Donnie's turn to feel Ben's soft lips on his pecker. Donnie seemed to be in a trance as he stood there, his hips moving slightly as he fed Ben his rampant teenage pecker and for one moment I thought he was gonna come, but at the last minute the count ended and Ben pulled away leaving Donnie hanging.

Fred was next and he didn't last past the count of 12 before he blew his teenage load. I don't know if it was that Ben was so good at sucking or what, but he busted his nut hard and Ben almost gagged.

"Dang Fred, you comed a lot," Ben said wiping at his mouth.

"It's Fred's turn again," Johnny said and I'm ready to bust Fred buddy, so get ready."

Fred started back at Walter and then moved on to Johnny, and true to his word, Johnny was ready to bust and only lasted to a count of 40. After Fred swallowed all of his sperm down he stood and got back in line. 

"If you already came you can get out of line," Johnny said as he began.

Just having Johnny's sexy lips on my pecker was enough this time and I blew almost as soon as he swallowed me down. I pulled him up and kissed him once he'd finished up and everyone hooped and hollered.

"I guess it's up to me now," I said pulling away. "Okay Johnny you can count for us, watch out Walter, cause magic lips is comin' your way."

"I almost got Walter to come, but ran out of time, but when I got to Donnie he busted pretty quick. I gobbled down his tasty spunk and just as I had done with Johnny, I kissed him sharing the taste. Everyone laughed and Johnny walked over and kissed Donnie too, causing everyone to get noisy again.

"Hey, how come I didn't get a kiss," Ben groused.

"Okay, from now on you gotta kiss the guy when you make him come."

"Okay, so you guys who already came if you want a kiss just let us know."

Ben did, Fred passed.

Donnie finished Gerald off pretty fast and kissed him quick, then Gerald went after Jake's dick and didn't let up for a  minute. It was evident both wanted it to happen, but there just wasn't enough time and Gerald moved on to Ronnie who giggled nervously. When Gerald wrapped his lips around Ronnie's over-sized pecker he was amazed at how big it was, but that only made him more determined to bring him to orgasm.

He worked hard and his work paid off as Ronnie finally gasped out and grabbed Gerald's head and unloaded in his tight wet mouth.

"Damn, that's a big ole' pecker for a little kid like you," Gerald said standing and looking at Ronnie enviously, "you want a kiss?"

"Yeah," Ronnie said shyly, holding his head up and puckering up.

Gerald kissed him quickly and stepped aside.

"Okay Ronnie, it's up to you to finish off Jake. And you don't even have to count. Just suck till he shoots," Johnny instructed.

Ronnie made short work of Jake, who was used to Ronnie's skills and comfortable with him, and when they finally kissed it was really sweet watching them. They hugged and kissed for a long time and I wondered if they were starting to get as close as me and Johnny.

"That was fun," I said, "thanks for thinking of that. It was sort of like Red Rover with sex," I joked.

"More like Red Pecker," Donnie joked, and we all laughed.

"Now what?" Jake said. I noticed he was holding Ronnie's hand and I thought they looked so cute together. They were both truly beautiful and innocent looking despite the fact that they'd just participated in our sex play, and I hoped they would find the kind of happiness Johnny and I had.

"Let's just walk around a while and cool off," Johnny suggested, "No need to hurry back. It's a nice night for a naked walk," he chuckled.

We left the orchard and headed out across the pasture, and here the air was cooler and soon we were shivering a little. Johnny suggested we slip our undies back on and we were glad for that, but it was still a bit chilly.

We reached the fence line and followed it around to the cow barn and then headed back to the main barn and the loft, and by the time we got there we were pretty tired.

It was late by then, past midnight according to my Timex, and after peeing one last time we laid down for our last night at the farm.

As I lay there in Johnny's arms with Ben snuggled in close behind me, I thought about all the time I'd spent on the farm and how much fun us boys had had. Even the time Johnny wasn't with us, we'd had fun and adventures and I knew I would miss that. I was reminded once again that being a kid you had no control over your life, and I wondered what other things would be forced upon us as we got older.

Eventually we'd be 18 and free from our parents control and truly in charge of our lives, but until then we were helpless. Little did I know that our lives were all about to change a bit more, not because of the whims of someone's parents, but because of fate and death.

The next day we woke early despite our late night and helped uncle Joe despite his protests. I guess we just wanted to be near him one last time and show him how much we appreciated all he had done for us.

Aunt Kathy had cooked a big breakfast and we all pitched in to help get things ready, with Fred making blueberry muffins that were about the best I'd ever eaten.

After helping to clean up, we realized we still had plenty of time before my folks were to pick us up and uncle Joe suggested we go swimming one last time.

That was fine with us boys and a fitting way to end our final visit to my uncle's farm. My aunt drove the Chevy, and Fred and Gerald rode with my aunt and Little Joe, but the rest of us boys rode with my uncle, Johnny and I in front, and the rest in the back holding on to the big inner tubes we'd decided to take this time.

There was no one else at the swimming hole that afternoon when we pulled up but we didn't care. In fact I personally didn't want to meet any new kids at that moment. I wanted to interact with my friends and my family and have one last fling before the summer ended and this era of our lives came to an end. 

We'd miss the farm, even the hard work, and we'd miss the time spent with my aunt uncle and cousin. There would be new adventures and new places to explore, and as luck would have it my aunt and uncle moved onto our street so I saw them pretty much every day after that.

We had a wonderful time that afternoon at the swimming hole and it wouldn't be our last there either. My uncle actually became a bigger part of us boys' lives after he moved into town and often took us places, including swimming at Blue Hole.

Around three we reluctantly headed back to the farm and got cleaned up and dressed, anticipating the arrival of my folks who were due around 5.

They surprised us by coming early, but they spent a while visiting with my aunt and uncle while Mikey played with Little Joe and us boys watched after them. 

My aunt and uncle sent us home with all the fresh fruit and vegetables we'd need for the next couple of weeks and promised to bring us more when we ran out.

When it finally came time for us to leave, we each said our thank yous and goodbyes, and I felt tears coming on as I hugged my aunt and uncle one last time.

"Thanks for having us and everything," I said wiping at my eyes, "I'm gonna miss this place," I said sniffing back a few more tears.

"So will we, but it's time to move on and try something new," my uncle said, "Life is like that Robert, you have to try new things. Doesn't mean the old things were bad, but change can be good. You'll see...it will be fine."

I nodded, then Johnny surprised me by hugging my aunt and uncle and pretty soon all the other boys followed our example. I could see my aunt wiping tears and my uncle was close to bawling himself, and as he walked us to the car he had an arm around me and Johnny. 

We were behind the others and he held us back a moment and spoke softly to us, "Guys, never let anyone come between you again. You belong together, and though some folks might not understand, some things are just meant to be. Be careful though, some folks are just mean, so keep what's private, private. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I said finally realizing that my Uncle not only knew about me and Johnny, but that he approved, "thanks for...you know...understanding."

"Yeah Joe, that's so rad," Johnny said smiling.

"You're welcome boys. Well, better get on home now," he said leading us to the car, the front seat of my dad's car being left open for us, "We'll see ya' guys soon."

As we drove away I felt my sadness begin to fade away and by the time we got back to Pryor I felt happy and ready to face whatever came next. 

Mom dropped off Ben, Walter, Jake and Fred while dad dropped off Gerald and then Donnie. Johnny was staying the night and tomorrow mom was gonna take him and his stuff home. 

Having Johnny with me that night made it easier to forget the sadness and to get back into the scheme of things. After supper I was feeling much better and after helping with the clean up we headed outside to enjoy what was left of the day.

We sat on the curb in front of my house and talked about our lives, but for some reason we didn't talk much about the past week on the farm. I guess we were still trying to come to grips with the fact that this was our last visit there and all that that meant.

When it got dark we walked inside and took a shower together and watched TV with my family till bed time. Once in my room we stripped down to our underwear and piled into bed.

I expected we would make love, but almost as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep. Johnny told me he was the same way and though we made up for it the next morning, we didn't feel bad about skipping a night of love making.

There was still some summer left to enjoy and we intended to take full advantage of it, but that day we were content to just hang out and enjoy each other's company. Around one o'clock we took Johnny home and I talked mom into letting me stay a while, promising to be home by supper time.

Johnny and I spent the day together just being boys and doing all the things that we'd done over the years that made us happy. It was one of the best days of my life, but for some reason when it was time to go home I was ready to go see my family again.

After being gone for ten days I was ready to immerse myself in my family life once again, and I had as good a time that night as I'd had that day with Johnny. Johnny and I would have many more days to share that summer, but soon our lives would change once more.

End of Chapter 30

This chapter ends the series Tween to Teen, and beginning in chapter 31 we start a new era of Robert and Johnny's life, The High School Years. These next chapters will outline Robert and Johnny's last three years of school and beyond. While there is still a lot of story to tell, these next chapters will go rather fast and perhaps be a bit bigger than the last few have been. Change is inevitable, but just keep in mind that this story does have a happy ending.

Thanks to all my loyal readers who have hung in there from the beginning and have written me to let me know you are still out there waiting for more,

As always emails are welcome and very much appreciated. Send all comments to: kewl_dad1@hotmail.com

Next: The High School Years

   

                        5-12-19 

Kewl Dad

I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.

Other stories by Kewl Dad

* Denotes Series, rest are short stories

1. A Christmas for Joey

2. A Christmas With Nick
   

3. Accidental Dad*

4. Adolescent

5. Alex and Aidan*

6. Andy Tastes Like Candy

7. At the Dike*

8. Black Cock

9. Boy Glory Hole

10. Bullied

11. Christmas Boy

12. Christmas on the Street
    

13. CL Cock Sucker

14. Cory*

15. Corey's Scent

16. Cody's Christmas Wish

17. Dirt Bikes and Blowjobs

18. DMV Boy

19. Dougie's Story #Part 3 of a series

20. Emoji  (The Story of Joe)
    

21. The Family*

22. The Ginger and the Chub

23. Hair Salon Boys

24. Happy Valentine's Day Toby Grayson
    

25. I Heart You

26. Little Brother's Feet*

27. Lost in Fear*

28. Mars

29. McChicken

30. My Best Friend's Dad *Related story to My Son's Best Friends

31. My Not so Miserable Life

32. My Little Runaway #Part 1 of a series

33. My Son's Best Friends *Related series to My Best Friend's Dad

34. My 11th Summer*

35. One Night

36. Poindexter Files*

37. Pride-Pride
    

38. Rabbit: A Christmas Story

39. Rolo
    

40. Second Chance for Love

41. Six Black Boys*

42. Skateboard Boy*

43. Skateboard Christmas

44. Stranded on Christmas Eve
    

45. Sudden Family*

46. Taking a Chance on Love

47. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB)*

48. The Reynolds Twins*

49. Tommy Boy #Part two of a series

50. To the Max

51. Tracy*

52. Trailer Park Christmas
    

53. Trick or Treet Dress Up

54. Tween to Teen*

55. What a Dollar Will Buy

56. Wild Wild West Again
    

57. It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (as smoothoperator52)

58. At Awesome Dude: The Secret Life of Nerds