Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 21:12:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeffrey Uher <chefjlu@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: When I Knew I was Gay, Part 12

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is
illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then
please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual
activity between teenage boys and men. And is for adult eyes
only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love
or lust for one another. This story is completely true, all
personal descriptions, and names have been changed to
protect people's identities and privacy.
I would love to hear from you, so write to me about your
experiences.

The next morning Mr. A let us sleep in a bit before getting
us up and out to the barn to help. At about 9am Mrs. A came
out saying breakfast was ready. After breakfast it was back
out to the barn. As we went back to work we all concentrated
on getting things done by noon. So we had the radio turned
up loud and everyone concentrated on what they needed to get
done.

It was about 12:30pm when we finished up and Mr. A and John
went into the house while Paul, Peter and I went up to the
loft to lounge around in the hay and straw. We began talking
about last night and Peter talked directly with Paul about
his feelings and how he needn't feel that way. Paul then
brought up a subject Peter and I had never thought of. Paul
was getting feelings for a girl in school and wondered how
he was going to include us in doing things with them
together. Peter ever the light-hearted in his thoughts said
it shouldn't be a problem. I remarked I could see the
problem and we would have to deal with it when it occurred.

I then mentioned that Michelle had offered to act like a
girlfriend of sorts if I needed a times. Peter lit up at
that and wondered just what that meant. I reminded him that
two guys couldn't be out on a date, especially with another
couple and not raise issues with a lot of other people. He
thought a minute and said he could see the problem. Paul
thought it was great what Michelle had offered to do.
However, how were we going to find someone for Peter, we
couldn't exactly post an ad on the school bulletin board. We
all laughed at what that would be like. I mentioned maybe I
could talk to Michelle, she might be able to help.

The day had warmed nicely for December, about 45' and sunny
so we decided to walk out to the pond. As we walked out of
the barn Rick was coming out way as Mrs. A told him we were
all in the barn. He asked what was up and we said we were
headed out to the pond. We talking about Christmas and what
everyone's plans were for the holiday break when Rick said
they were headed to his grandparents for several days. Paul
of course was staying here as the farm didn't get a break.
Peter said his parents weren't decided yet whether to just
stay home or take a trip. I said we were probably headed to
my grandparents for several days. Then Peter mentioned about
heading up to my grandparents next Saturday and my getting
some "big present".

Rick asked what I thought it was and I replied I had no
idea, it was from my uncle. My leanings were that it was a
trip somewhere with him as he traveled a lot and always
offered to take me or a couple of my cousins with him if we
wanted. Paul said that would be neat, where would it be to.
They all knew of my aunt and that I traveled with her at
times and those trips were to anywhere in the world for up
to two weeks. Last year I took two weeks off of school to
travel with her in the Middle East and Northern Africa. I
loved those trips as I always had a guide or attach to
travel with and see the sights. Rick had been to my
grandparent's farm and told Peter it was a great place to go
there was always so much to do, and unlike a lot of farms
there was plenty of hands to do the work.

We got to the pond and played around breaking up the ice
around the edges and skipping some stones in the open water.
After playing around a bit we all headed back to the house
to see about lunch. When we got to the house Mrs. A said she
was headed to the church to help prepare some food for a
dish-to-pass supper we were having Sunday night. Mr. A said
he'd take us all to get a burger as he had to go to the
Agway and get some things.

On the way home Mr. A dropped Rick off at his house and then
we headed to the farm. Andy and John were just getting back
from running to the store to pick up some groceries Mrs. A
needed. They joined Mr. A in the barn and we all headed in
to watch some TV. We were talking about what classes and
what teachers we had for the second part of the year when we
got back from Christmas. We all seemed to be pretty lucky in
our class assignments except Paul had pulled Miss Palmer for
English and she was known as the "battle axe". Most people
didn't have kind words for her and she was a tough grader.

Paul also asked how the refereeing of the basketball games
was going and I told him great. Peter also agreed saying a
lot of the jocks were saying I was doing a good job. Their
bigger question was regarding the new teacher's assistants.
We had never had them in the Junior High level and nobody
knew quite how to treat them. Were they grading them or was
the gym teacher still doing that? Also did they have to
listen to them and do what they said? I said that the coach
told them they were to be treated just like any other
teacher. Peter and I told Paul we thought the guys were real
cool. He said he'd see for himself but that so far they
seemed all right.

We hadn't noticed that Paul's mom had gotten home and was
fixing dinner until she called us to help set the table and
help her out. She was fixing pork chops, mashed potatoes and
she asked Paul to get out stuff for a salad and then asked
me what kind of vegetable I'd like. I asked her if she had
lima beans and she smiled and said "of course". They were in
the pantry and to go grab a couple of jars. Mrs. A canned or
froze a lot of her own vegetables so I went and grabbed two
quart jars and opened them for her. Paul and I finished
fixing up the salad when she told Peter he could fix the
dressing. Peter looked at both us shrugging his shoulders
with an "I don't know how to do that" look on his face. Paul
laughed and told his mom that Peter didn't know how to cook.
She told him what to get and how to measure it and mix it
up. Then she told him that one thing he needed to learn was
how to cook. Everyone in the family knew how to cook to some
extent; she told him there was no good excuse to not knowing
your way around a kitchen. After all, there will be a day
when no one else is around and you'll need to fix yourself
something to eat.

After dinner we watched a movie and then went to bed. We
climbed into bed and when Peter got into bed with me he
reached into my crotch and grabbed my cock. He whispered he
was horny and I whispered back so was I, but what about
Paul. He said we'd have to be quiet but he wanted to suck my
cock. He went down under the covers and pulled my cock out
of my shorts and began sucking on the head while stroking me
up and down. He let my cock out of my cock and sucked on my
balls for a minute or so before going back to sucking my
cock. I felt his index finger playing with my asshole and
shortly there after I began to shoot my load.

He came out from under the covers and kissed me and I could
still taste a bit of my cum on his lips. We kissed a couple
of times more before I moved under the covers and placed his
cock into my mouth and began sucking on just the head. I was
fondling his balls and fingering his ass when I could taste
his precum. He began to moan and I squeezed his ball sack
lightly whispering to be quiet. I engulfed his whole cock
and ran my tongue around the shaft. I began moving up and
down on his cock slowly and pushed my finger into Peter's
ass. This triggered his orgasm and he flooded my mouth with
his load. I think this was the biggest load he had ever
shot. I swallowed it and felt the last of his cum flowing
out of his cock tasting its tangy sweetness. I released his
cock and moved back up to kiss him and he drove his tongue
into my mouth. We broke the kiss with a sort of smacking
noise when we heard Paul call over softly "I hope you guys
are done. I'd like to get some sleep." I said "we're sorry
we didn't mean to keep you up. Good night."

I was in the shower when Paul came in the bathroom the next
morning early. He apologized for interrupting us last night
and I told him it was our fault. It wouldn't happen again,
we should have come in here to the bathroom. He finished
taking his piss and asked me to leave the water on. I was
drying off when he hugged me from behind and told me to
forget about it. You're happy and I guess I was feeling
sorry for myself. I can't blame you, I'm horny all the time.

We were on our way to church and Peter was thanking Mrs. A
for letting him stay at the farm and she told him he was
welcome anytime. Anyway, next time he came she was going to
show him how to cook a couple things. Paul and I laughed and
Mrs. A reminded Paul she had shown him and his brother how
to cook and then she looked my way and said "I know your
mother has shown you a thing or two in the kitchen. After
all some of the best chefs in the world are men!" We
couldn't argue with that and told Peter at least we didn't
have to wait for some one to fix us something to eat, we
knew how to fix it ourselves.

Peter and I sat with my parents at church and afterwards at
the dish-to-pass supper as well. There was a visiting pastor
from another church in another part of the state. When I was
introduced to him he asked me what college I was attending,
even though my brother was standing there as well. My mother
explained I was only 14 and not in college yet. He
apologized and I jokingly said that's okay, its kind of neat
having people think I was older. My brother made some snide
comment and walked into the activity hall to sit down. After
the pastor walked away and my father and I were standing
there alone my father remarked I needed to get a razor and
start shaving.

My mother was speaking to my brother when we came in and sat
down. She asked us how the farm was and Peter said it was
great. I then asked her about Peter going to grandmas with
us next Saturday. She said she'd call his mother and work it
out, she didn't see anything that should be a problem. My
brother mentioned they had a scrimmage planned for that day.
My mother asked him at what time and he said 8 in the
morning. She thought that was okay, it should be over by 11
and we could leave after that. After supper we drove Peter
home and my mom went in and talked with his mother.
Everything was fine; Peter would come home with me on Friday
after school and go back on Monday. We only had school that
week on Monday and Tuesday before the Christmas break. It
would work great for Peter's folks since they needed to go
see an aunt who was in a nursing home and didn't need Peter
to go. They had to attend to some business with her as her
health was failing and it would give them time to do that.

When we got home I was in the bathroom and took a better
look in the mirror noticing that I was in need of a shave. I
was showing a slight five o'clock shadow and was growing a
mustache. I had been shaving about every 3 days the past
month but it was appearing that wasn't enough. My dad gave
me one of his and told me to borrow some shave cream from my
brother. My brother only had to shave about every 3 days and
even then his whiskers weren't very noticeable. In the
morning before heading to school I shaved but left my
mustache intact. I was careful and didn't nick myself
anywhere but it sure stung when I applied some after shave.

At school Peter was at my locker when I got there and he
looked at my face and remarking how smooth it was. He ran
the back of his hand along one of my cheeks and said it was
smooth as a baby's bottom. Then he said that once you start
shaving everyday it was grow even more. He said he shaved
about every other day but it grew sparsely and only in some
areas of his face. He had begun noticing how evenly mine
grew in and how bushy my sideburns were. He noticed I hadn't
shaved my mustache and didn't my mother say anything about
it. I said no she didn't. He said I bet that doesn't last
long.

Well the week went along and it didn't seem like Saturday
could get here fast enough. On Friday it was announced that
the scrimmage for Saturday was cancelled and when Peter and
I got home I told mom. She said that was okay we could leave
earlier on Saturday to head to grandpas. Peter and I went to
bed early on Friday night even though it is hard for me to
go to sleep early like that. I went to sleep with Peter's
arms around me and woke up with him still holding me. He was
so cute to look at when he was sleeping. I carefully pulled
myself out of his arms and moved down to engulf his cock. He
was hard and his crotch had his wonderful smell to it. I was
tasting the saltiness of his sweat and smelling his rich
musk as I moved up and down on his cock. I felt him stir and
push the covers down while rolling onto his back. I looked
up at him and he smiled shifting around in the bed so that
he could get at my cock.

I felt his warm wet mouth engulf my cock and moaned. We
continued sucking each other's cock and fondling with our
balls and asses for a few minutes when I reached between his
legs and pulled his top leg up towards his chest. I moved so
I could lick behind his ball sack and was rewarded with even
richer and spicier musk before licking out at his ass. He
never let go of my cock as he moved to roll up on his knees
and lowered his ass towards my face and tongue. As he
shifted he accidentally bit softly on my cock and I pulled
my cock from his mouth to his response of "I'm sorry! Oh I
am so sorry!" I pulled my face from out of his ass and
replied "no damage done, just be careful." He went back down
on my cock while I returned to eating out his ass. He was
working me intently, sucking as he pulled up, licking at the
shaft as he pushed down on it. His hands were fondling my
balls and I felt a finger rubbing the outside edges of my
asshole.

I nipped lightly at the root of his cock and heard him
moaning. Then I returned to licking and nipping at the
inside of his ass crack inhaling the rich heady smell of his
ass. It was an intoxicating scent and drove me into a butt
eating frenzy. Suddenly I felt him grasp my legs and pull
them up and back diving down under my balls and kissing at
my asshole. Then I felt him licking and probing at my ass
hole trying to push his tongue into my hole. It was a
frantic movement and I felt my hole opening and letting his
tongue in. Next his head began moving back and forth as he
stabbed his tongue in and out of my ass hole! I went back to
tonguing his ass hole and enjoying the sight and smell of
his sweaty ass. I got my hands on his ass and using both
index fingers worked on his hole pulling on the edges to get
it to open up. I saw it relaxing and opening slightly so I
curled my tongue tip and began pushing up into his ass.

When he felt me pushing into his butt hole he pushed his ass
down onto my face firmly telling me to "get all the way in
my ass. Oh that feels so wonderful!" I pulled away from his
asshole and reminded him to be quiet. He wiggled his ass in
my face and giggled, saying he was sorry. When he returned
to my crotch he pulled my legs up and dove into my ass
kissing and nibbling at my ass crack. I began sucking on his
balls and fingered his ass, pushing my finger into and out
of his hole in a slow steady rhythm. I pushed a second
finger into his ass and probed deeper til I felt that knot
up in his ass and massaged it with my fingers. He began
moaning and I felt his balls begin pulling up tight against
his cock root. I licked out at his cock in long strokes when
I felt his fingers push into my ass. He moved to engulf my
cock and sucked on it hard while fucking his fingers in and
out of my ass.

His cock began to swell and his breathing heightened when I
felt his cum spraying onto my chest. This pushed me over the
edge and I began shooting into his mouth. He drove his mouth
down onto my cock all the way and I shot the rest of my load
directly down his throat. He gagged slightly but stayed down
on my cock until my orgasm subsided. I pulled his cock back
so I could lick on the head and taste the last of his load.
He scrambled around and stayed on all fours looking down
into my face with a big smile. I asked him what was up and
he leaned down and kissed me deeply. Then he lowered himself
down onto my body and licked up his load from my chest while
rubbing our cocks together. When he finished cleaning his
load from my chest he lay down on me and whispered in my ear
that he loved me. I returned the comment while embracing him
tightly.

We got up and into the bathroom to clean up and shower
before breakfast. Just as we finished in the bathroom my
brother was getting up. We picked up my room and made the
beds. Peter asked me again if my mother had said anything
about my moustache and I told him no. My father had said
something about didn't it itch and left it at that. It was
growing in very evenly and I figured in another couple of
days I would trim it. The man who cut my hair told me to
trim it so it "fit into my smile". I asked what that meant
and he said to smile real big and trim it then. If I wanted
he would do it when I got my hair cut so I would know.

Peter and I ate breakfast and helped dad put some stuff into
the car that we were taking to grandma and grandpas. Just as
we were going to get into the car my brother's coach called
and asked my mother if it was alright if he went along with
a couple of other players to watch a game. She asked my
brother and he said he wasn't sure, but my mother said we'd
probably be going up again next week. He said fine and the
coach said he'd be there in a few minutes to pick him up. So
that left us to ourselves.

We arrived at the farm about 11am and my grandfather was out
with one of the farmhands cleaning up around the house. For
December it wasn't bad, maybe 45' or so but there was a
brisk breeze coming off the lake. My grandma came out to
greet us and I introduced Peter. She said we wouldn't be
eating for a couple of hours when my aunt and uncle were
expected. So if we wanted we could head to the barns and get
into some winter clothes so we didn't freeze to death. I
said fine and Peter and I headed to the horse barn. He said
my grandma seemed real nice and I told him not to worry, I
was one of her favorites and she probably made a special
dessert for me. I wasn't sure about dinner but it smelled
like fresh roasted ham another of my favorites. When we got
to the barn Mr. Haskins was working in the tack room. He'd
been with the farm for a long time and he knew a lot about
horses. He saw me and yelled "hello" and asked who was with
me. I introduced Peter and we told him we were going to grab
some warmer clothes from the storage shed.

I showed Peter the shed and we grabbed some insulated
overalls and a couple of heavy jackets. After we got changed
my grandpa came into the barn and grabbed me in a big hug. I
introduced him to Peter and he asked what we wanted to do. I
told him we didn't have any real plans maybe we could take a
couple of horses out for a ride. He said that would be okay
but not to forget, grandma had dinner planned for around 1pm
and afterwards Uncle Jack had a surprise for me.

Mr. Haskins smiled when my grandpa said something about the
surprise. He said I was sure going to be surprised when I
found out what it was. He helped us saddle up a couple of
horses and we headed out. It sure was cold when we got out
in the open and I told Peter there was a trail off the ridge
that was more protected, we could take that down to the west
side of the farm and then back along the lower road. We were
down on far west orchards when Peter said he had to go to
the bathroom. I said fine, I'll hold your horse and you can
go pee by a tree. He laughed a bit and said he had to take a
shit. I asked if he could hold it for a bit as there was a
storage barn just ahead and it had an outhouse in back of
it. He said fine, as long as we took it easy. We got to the
barn and we tied up the horses and I told him the outhouse
was in the back.

He was gone for almost 15 minutes and I yelled out to Peter
asking what was taking so long. He yelled back to come and
see. I went back around and not seeing Peter, called out to
him. He said he was in the outhouse. I pushed the door open
and saw him sitting on one of the two toilet seats inside.
He looked at me and said look at the walls. I looked around
at the walls and noticed a lot of writing and drawings on
them. There were pictures of cocks and naked men along with
writings about blowjobs and getting off. Some drawings
showed a picture of a woman being fucked by a cock; some
showed a cock in a person's mouth being sucked. There were
some phone numbers with names and stuff like for a good time
call, or need a blowjob? Call ..,and other sex related
writings. Peter asked what I knew about all of it and I told
him nothing. I didn't usually come out to this area except
with my cousins riding. I only knew there was an outhouse
because all of the outer barns have one.

I saw Peter had a hard on and was stroking it as he looked
at the walls. I couldn't resist and stepped in front of him
and engulfed his cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked at
his cockhead for only a couple of minutes when I felt his
cock swell and tasted the first of his cum as he shot his
load. He cleaned himself and dropped to his knees in front
of me opening my pants and pulling my now hard cock out of
my pants. He slipped it into his mouth and gave me a
wonderful blowjob. I came in a few minutes of his sucking
and stroking shooting my load into his mouth. He stood up
and kissed me sharing my load with me. We broke our embrace
and I checked my watch, it was 12:30 so we needed to get
going. We straightened ourselves and got back on the horses
to head back to the house. Just as we were riding off I saw
Tommy B, one of the farmhand's teenage boys walking towards
the barn. My curiosity couldn't help but wonder why he was
heading there.

We got back to the house with 10 minutes to spare and took
the horses up to the barn. Mr. Haskins and a couple of farm
hands said they'd take care of the horses. We sat down to a
great dinner and I was right grandma made roasted fresh ham
and a cherry pie for dessert, two of my favorites. My aunt,
uncle and my cousins were all aware that grandma always made
special meals when I was there and my one cousin whispered
to me that she always asked if I was coming or not before
deciding whether to come for Saturday dinner. They lived
close by so they saw grandma and grandpa often, but it was
true, grandma always made a special meal when I was coming.
After dessert my uncle announced it was time for my
surprise. It was a combination Christmas and early birthday
present.

We all headed outside and one of the farmhands pulled up in
a 1966 Chevrolet Impala, got out and handed me the keys. I
looked at my uncle and he smiled and gave me a big
"Surprise!". I couldn't believe it and my mother looked at
her brother and not with a real happy face before asking him
what was up. He told my mother to calm down, it was for
running around the farm and a couple of the farmhands would
take care of it when I wasn't here. After all, he'd had a
field car when he was younger and since I was into cars when
he saw this he knew it was a perfect fit. I hugged my uncle,
telling him thanks and then asked just who was going to
teach me to drive it for real.

I saw my uncle looking down the road a bit and noticed that
someone was heading up towards the house. As he got closer I
saw it was Sean P. one the farmhands son and he was a midget
car racer as well. I had always looked up to Sean and he
treated me like his kid brother. He was the one who had
really shown me how to ride a horse. He was 20 years old,
6'4" tall, muscular with broad shoulders and a full set of
hips. His butt had always gotten my attention; it was firm
and well shaped protruding out like two globes. When he
walked away from you it was hard not to stare at those two
globes as they shifted up and down. I had seen him many
times without his shirt and he had dense black hair on his
chest and a full, somewhat less dense patch on his muscular
stomach. When he turned there was large patch of hair just
above the waist of his pants on his lower back and his
shoulder blades had a dusting of hair along them as well.
His mustache was full and jet black setting off the
prettiest green eyes. As handsome and "macho" as this man
appeared, his eyes were pretty and I knew his demeanor was
gentle.

He grabbed me in a big bear hug and said "Happy Early
Birthday Brat!" He always referred to me as Brat but it
wasn't in a mean way and he knew I wasn't really a brat.
Everyone headed inside except my Dad and Uncle as I
introduced Sean to Peter. As they shook hands Sean caught my
eye and gave me a wink. I didn't really know what that was
about, but as we got in the car I saw Sean looking at Peter
with a look of approval. Sort of like checking out a horse
and giving your approval. My Dad and Uncle told Sean we
should head over to one of the open fields and to be
careful. Sean said not to worry and off we went with Peter
in the back and Sean driving. We chatted about school a bit
and Sean began telling us about midget racing. He wasn't
driving much anymore because of his size and he was probably
going to get involved in stock car driving.

The ride gets interesting....