Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 23:52:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeffrey Uher <chefjlu@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: When I Knew I was Gay! Part 9

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.



I'm a 5' 9", teddy bear, dark blonde hair, fairly hairy, 6"
cut, low-hangers with blue-gray eyes, and mid-forties now. I
have many stories to relate about my early years of sexual
experimentation. At this point in my life I am in Junior
High.

My time with Barry was a pinnacle. Before they left to go
back home on the Sunday after Thanksgiving we got together
twice (I'll relate these stories later). I realized during
this that my infatuation with Barry was based more in lust
than in love. I adored Barry and absolutely enjoyed every
minute we spent together but somehow I knew it wasn't love.
My time with Peter was much more based in love. I was truly
concerned about Peter and interested in what he thought and
what he was doing, I missed him. With Barry I realized I
didn't have that deep emotional connection it was built more
on fun and fantasy, I cared about him like a brother. I was
beginning to realize what love at this level was all about.

One thing that did concern me was Barry's issue with being
homosexual. I accepted the feelings I had for other boys and
men but Barry was wrestling with them. He needed someone to
help him through this period in his life if he was ever
going to be happy. I took it upon myself to approach his
brother to see how his brother might handle the situation.
On Thanksgiving when we all got together for dinner I
mentioned to Craig I needed to talk to him. He asked what
about and I said I would tell him when we were alone. He
said fine and we went down in the basement on the pretense
of Craig helping me bring something heavy up the stairs. In
the basement I told Craig this was very secret and I wasn't
sure what he was going to say or do, but please don't get
mad. Please listen and try to understand.

He replied quizzically that he wouldn't get mad just tell
him what the problem was! I started out saying he might not
like me much after I told him the problem but I was
concerned about Barry. He stopped me and stunned me by
asking if this had something to do with us having sex with
each other. I was shocked and didn't know quite how to
reply. He grabbed me by my shoulders and said he realized
what was going on between us, he could tell by the way I
looked at Barry. Then he surprised me even more by telling
me that when he was younger, around our age he had a friend
and they fooled around together until they got a little
older. It was just part of growing up.

I looked at Craig and told him I had a million questions. He
asked why I didn't talk to my brother and I told him we
weren't that close to discuss such a topic. Besides I told
Craig I was sure my brother hadn't done anything with any of
his friends. He said that may be so, but he wasn't sure he
could answer all my questions. I told him that was okay but
I was concerned about Barry. He asked me why I was so
concerned. I explained to him that I knew I was homosexual
and he looked at me saying that was quite a step to take at
my age. How could I be so sure? I explained my being turned
on by guys and not by girls and he said I should probably
wait to finalize that decision. When I got a little older
that may change. Was the problem with Barry having to do
with him thinking he was homosexual? I said sort of but it
really had to do with Barry wrestling between being
homosexual or not. This situation was weighing heavy on
Barry and it seemed to make him sad and angry.
Craig said he understood what I was saying. Barry was
probably having a harder time with this stage of life
because he was such a jock. Craig didn't play sports in
school and he said he knew the trouble being around a bunch
of jocks could bring. They usually have a larger sense of
themselves than others acknowledge and the machismo that
developed around a locker room could be quite intimidating.
Any less than masculine behavior was seen as a weakness.
Craig told me he had a couple of friends who were homosexual
and they were just as masculine as any other guys he knew,
but when some guys found out they were homosexual they would
talk behind their backs about how they "knew". You could
tell by the way they walk they would tell people. They talk
differently, they eat funny, they only have female friends.
Funny part was before they found out they were homosexual
they never noticed these "dead giveaways".

Craig said he would talk to Barry and try to give him some
understanding. Craig said once he started discovering girls
he never thought about guys again. The same could happen to
both of us, but if it didn't that was fine too. Then he
asked me what some of my questions were. We talked for a
while longer when Barry came down in the basement to see
just what we were doing. I said not much, just talking about
nothing in particular. Barry said we had about a half hour
before eating.

We grabbed the extra bench seat we had and brought it
upstairs for extra seating. Then Barry and I helped set the
table. He asked me again what Craig and I were talking about
and I told him it was about him. Barry got mad and punched
me in my left arm telling me I shouldn't have done that.
Craig saw this as he was helping my mother get some food out
of the oven. He closed up the oven and grabbed a hold of
Barry by the neck and walked him outside. He told Barry to
apologize to me as I was only concerned about him and not
trying to hurt him. Barry said he was sorry and Craig said
they needed to talk later and left it at that.

My brother asked what was wrong with Barry. The two of us
never fought. I told it was never big and we would work it
out. After dinner our parent's began cleaning up while we
kids headed out to the barn to play a little basketball. It
was a crisp autumn day, about 55 degrees with a few clouds
in the sky. Darryl called my brother and they were going to
meet up and head to the movies with some friends. This gave
Craig the chance to talk with Barry. As we sat around in the
barn and talked I could see the shock on Barry's face when
Craig said he fooled around with another guy when he was our
age. Craig explained a lot and this talk was certainly more
enlightening than the "sex education" talk the health
teacher and gym teacher had with the boys in school.

It calmed Barry's nerves and he appeared much more relaxed.
Craig did explain that not all guys understood these
feelings but they were quite common and part of growing up.
All most all guys idolize or develop feelings of infatuation
for other guys they would like to be like. Don't broadcast
but don't think there is something wrong with you. It all
gets sorted out as you get a bit older. However, be aware
that some guys way of defending who and what they are is to
beat up guys they think are different. We should feel lucky
that we are so close and can discuss things like this
together. He ended it by telling us that if we had any other
questions to ask him and he would do his best to answer
them.

After Craig went back inside to join the other adults Barry
looked at me and said he was real sorry. I told him it was
okay I just had a feeling his brother would understand. He
said he felt much better now and hugged me telling me he
never wanted to lose me as a friend. It was getting late by
now and we went back inside. Food was set back out to make a
sandwich if you liked and our parents were playing bridge.
We headed to the TV room where Craig was watching some
football game and Barry immediately sat on the couch next to
him to watch the game. I'm not a huge football fan and sat
on the other side of the room and ate my turkey sandwich
while watching the two of them. Barry was turning into a
near double of Craig.

Craig must have felt my stares at him because at one point
he looked over at me and smiled broadly. I smiled back and
he got up to go the bathroom asking if he could bring either
of us a piece of pie. We both said yes and after he left
Barry patted the couch next to him and asked me to join him
on the couch. I moved to the couch and after I sat down he
gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and told me he was sorry
again. We were leaning against each other's shoulder when
Craig came back. He saw us sitting together and smiled
saying we looked like we had made up. Barry looked at him
and said he would never get angry with me again.

Craig sat on the other end of the couch watching the game
again. Barry grasped my hand and held it while talking with
his brother about some play or something the other team
should run. I started asking him what certain things meant
when the refs called penalties and some really basic
questions about football. Barry seemed a bit annoyed with my
questions, but Craig responded by answering my questions
without a hint of annoyance. He was a perfect man in my eyes
and I really admired him. I spent more time staring at Craig
than watching the football game. Barry got up to go to the
bathroom and Craig mentioned my staring. I told him I
thought he was the perfect man, he was kind and caring, very
attractive and everything I wanted in a man.

He responded that he was flattered but first he was too old
and second he was dating a girl and near asking her to marry
him. I had plenty of time ahead and I would find the person
for me. Don't push it and be careful, if I said that to the
wrong guy I probably would get punched out.

When Barry came back he said their parents were heading
home. They could stay if they like and come later or go home
with them. Craig decided to leave as he had a phone call to
make and Barry said he might sleep over. Craig gave him a
kiss on his forehead and jokingly said to him "don't do
anything I wouldn't do!" Barry told him goodnight and leaned
back next to me. His parents popped in the room to say
goodnight and then my mom told us they were headed to bed.
Don't stay up too late we were heading to our grandparent's
farm tomorrow and Barry's parents said he could come if he
wants to. I yelled back okay and Barry punched me lightly in
the arm saying we were going to have such fun. He had gone
to their farm several times when we went up on Sundays
during the summer.

Barry snuggled up next to me as we watched the rest of the
football game. We watched the beginning of Johnny Carson and
went to bed. As I got into bed Barry came back in from the
bathroom and I felt him get into my bed with me. He grasped
me around the chest and pushed up against my back and butt.
We fell asleep almost immediately. I woke early and we were
in the same position, except I could feel Barry's hard cock
poking into my ass crack. I carefully turned and pulled away
moving down under the covers until I had my mouth just above
his tented briefs where his hard cock was poking them out.

The smell under the covers was a mix of sweat, piss, male
funk and musk. I placed my mouth over his cock head and
briefs and worked his cock, gently biting at it and licking
out at the fabric of his briefs. I could taste some of his
cum dried into his briefs as well as some of his piss where
it had dried also. I felt him stir and before he was fully
awake I pulled his briefs aside at his right leg to let his
cock out of his briefs. I heard him groan as I slid down his
shaft taking in the scent of his crotch. I suddenly heard
him whisper "what a way to wake up!" He pushed the covers
down and said "good morning sexy!" I replied "good morning
to you sexy!" He shifted around and moved his face into my
crotch pushing his nose in between my legs and inhaling.

He grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down
and I kicked them off onto the floor. He began licking my
balls while I resumed sucking on his cock. I felt him move
his tongue up my shaft while at the same time he began
fingering my asshole. As he began sucking on my cock he
turned up onto his knees straddling my face. I never tire of
looking up between a guy's legs and seeing his cock, hanging
balls and ass just within reach. I grabbed the cheeks of his
ass and pulled his ass down to my face.

As he sat his ass on my face I pulled his cheeks wide and
began licking at his ass hole. He moaned his approval and
began working his ass on my face. He was rubbing his crack
against my tongue back and forth and then pushing down hard
against my tongue as I stabbed at his hole. I pushed my face
into his ass hard and let go of his cheeks and sniffed at
his intoxicating scent. Then my stabbing at his hole paid
off! His ass hole opened up and let my tongue in. When he
felt my tongue inside his ass he began bouncing up and down
on my face fucking his own ass with my tongue! I reached for
my cock and began stroking it. I felt his hole begin
snapping around my tongue. He was ready to cum. I began
stroking my cock harder and faster and he realized I was
near shooting my load.

He leaned over and pushed my hands off of my cock and
engulfed it all the way to the base sucking hard. As he did
this he pulled his ass off of my face and his cock brushed
against my lips. I grabbed a hold of it and pushed it into
my mouth. I sucked on the head of his cock and began rubbing
his balls which were now pulled up tight against the base of
his cock. With my right hand I wet my middle finger in my
mouth and pushed it into his ass hole fucking his hole. He
was sucking my cock fingering my ass. We shot our loads at
the same time directly into our mouths. He collapsed next to
me stroking my ass and inner thighs. I kept his cock in my
mouth sucking out all of his cum.
As we headed into the bathroom mom yelled up for everyone
going to get a move on! We hopped into the shower together
and washed each other before getting dressed and heading
down to get breakfast. Mom asked if Barry was going and he
quickly replied yes. He hadn't been to my grandparents in
over 2 years and was looking forward to going for a horse
ride. Darryl was going along with my brother. We packed up
the car and headed out.

Barry and I sat in the third seat of the wagon and basically
fell asleep for the ride with my head falling on Barry's
shoulder. When we reached the farm my brother turned and
woke us up. We piled out of the car, Barry and I carried in
some boxes with food from Thanksgiving dinner. My
grandmother saw Barry and immediately she remarked how much
he had grown. She grabbed me in a big hug giving me a kiss.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Barry smiling almost
laughing at the affection my grandmother doled out. When she
broke the hug to greet my brother and Darryl he said he
couldn't help but laugh as his grandmothers were much the
same. She hugged my brother and quickly told us where to put
everything in the kitchen. Then she whispered in my ear that
she had made cookies in the morning and they were out in the
backroom, we could help ourselves whenever we wanted. Barry
and I headed out to grab a couple and told my mom we were
headed over to the horse barn.

On the way over Barry remarked that my grandma didn't say
anything to my brother about the cookies. I told him that
was because I was one of if not her favorite grandchild. He
said he hadn't really noticed that before although every
time he came to the farm he did notice that my grandma would
always cook my favorite stuff, such as certain cookies,
cherry or apple pie and especially these old family recipe
cookie bars. I told him my mom realized it as she was my
grandparents' favorite child. It wasn't that she ignored my
brother or my sister when she came with us, she just put
more time into making two or three things I really liked.

As we approached the barn I didn't see my grandpa's car. In
the barn we found Pete (a farmhand who lived off the farm,
about 30 or a little older and good with the horses) and Mr.
Hendrick who was basically my grandpa's right hand man. When
my grandpa wasn't around he oversaw things and took care of
the business.  Mr. Hendrick knew Barry and said hi and I
introduced Barry to Pete. Mr. Hendrick told me my grandpa
had gone down to the marina to check on something regarding
the boat storage for the winter he'd be back in a bit. He
asked if we wanted to go riding and when I looked at Barry
he quickly replied yes. So they saddled up a couple of
horses and off we went. Pete warned us to not head out into
the cherry orchards they had been doing some trimming and
other work and the branches weren't cleaned up yet. So we
headed down the field trail instead.

As we rode along the ridge it looks out over the lake and it
was beautiful, although a bit cold with a brisk breeze
blowing in off the lake. We turned down a trail that led
across a couple of open fields towards a couple of
farmhand's houses and then we could follow the road back to
the house. As we neared the road I saw my grandpa driving up
the road, he tooted the horn and waved before stopping. We
walked the horses up to the car and when he saw Barry he
gave him a big hello telling him he looked good on the
horse. Maybe next time he came he might try riding with an
English saddle. Barry had seen me ride on an English saddle
but never tried it, he felt safer having the horn on a
Western saddle.

Grandpa looked at his watch and told us we'd best get back
to the house soon as Grandma probably would have dinner
ready soon. We saw him drive on up the road and Barry and I
decided to gallop on back to the barn. Horses like it cold
and they really seemed to enjoy the workout. When we pulled
up in front of the barn Pete told me he'd take care of the
horses before he headed home.

Everyone had started eating already as Grandpa told them we
were on our way. We grabbed a plate and loaded up and headed
in to the back den to watch some TV. After dinner my Grandpa
and Dad took us kids down to the lake so we could help clean
up the cottage before it got closed up for the winter. My
Grandma told me to make sure we cleaned out the refrigerator
real well as one of my older cousins had been staying there
recently and he probably didn't empty it out.

Barry and I cleaned up the kitchen and the back porch area
of the cottage and were sitting around while my brother and
Darryl helped my Grandpa and Dad close up the shutters and
seal them on the windows. I told Dad we were headed over to
the park and he said fine. There were quite a few people
walking around and even some out on the main pier into the
lake since it was a school vacation. I had to take a piss
and went into the public rest room which would get closed up
this week as well, but luckily was still open. Barry said he
was heading out on the pier and I told him I would catch up
with him.

The park rest room was more like a glorified outhouse by
most standards. There was one for men and one for women.
Once inside there was long trough, like a sink along a wall
to piss into and benches with rentable lockers across to
change into swimsuits and store your clothes or towels. A
door at the end led into a room with 10 toilets, 5 on each
side divided by wooden partitions. There were a couple of
guys pissing into the trough, one about 30 with just a bit
of his cock sticking out of his fly pissing a yellow stream
into the trough, another about 40 had his jeans pushed down
to just below his butt with a large cock jutting out
pissing. I averted my stare and headed to the stalls as I
was developing a hard-on from seeing their cocks. As I
passed the older man I noticed his ass was pale and covered
with a smattering of black hair, it was firm and dimpled on
each cheek.

I stepped into the second stall on my left, latched the door
pushed down my pants and briefs and sat on the toilet. The
seat was cold and I shivered slightly from the coolness and
began to piss. As I looked up towards the ceiling I noticed
lots of graffiti on the walls. Then on my right I noticed
the hole, just like at home! I got excited and scared all at
the same time. I also noticed someone was in the stall to my
right. I carefully looked through the hole and saw a man
stroking his cock. It was hard and I could tell he was uncut
and maybe 6 or 7 inches long. He must have seen me looking
as he stood grabbing at his pants and I thought he was going
to leave. Instead he just readjusted them and stood before
pushing his cock through the hole.

I didn't waste any time and began stroking on his cock when
he whispered "suck it". I continued stroking his cock and he
whispered "go ahead, suck on my cock". I licked out at the
head and tasted his cock and it tasted good. I sucked it
into my mouth and began moving up and down on it. After a
couple of minutes he began moving his cock in sync to my
sucking and in another minute I felt it swell some when he
pulled it back. He brought his mouth to the gloryhole and
told me to put my cock through so he could suck it.

He was really working on my cock when we heard some heavy
foot steps headed into the room. We both sat back down and
waited. I heard this person step into the stall on my left
and my heart sank. I was scared of whom it was and why would
he pick that stall. What if he knew what we were doing? What
I hadn't realized was that there was a gloryhole in that
wall as well. I looked down to see an eye peering into my
stall. I leaned back to try and prevent him from seeing my
face. Then his mouth was at the gloryhole and he whispered
"jerk on your cock". I did and he watched for a moment
before pulling his eye away. Suddenly I saw his cock coming
through the hole and it was huge! (I'm not, wasn't then and
still not a size queen. I just love cocks of any size but a
large one can be fun to play with once in a while.) I didn't
have a ruler but this cock had to be 10" and it was quite
thick. I grasped the shaft and stroked on it a couple of
times and noticed it was uncut as the skin pulled up and
covered the head.

I readjusted myself, got on my knees and engulfed as much of
that cock as I could. It tasted sweaty and a strong musk
odor was coming from his crotch. I pulled it from my mouth
and slapped it against my cheek a couple of times before
sucking the head back in. I pulled off and licked up and
down the shaft and licked out at his hairy balls. The taste
from his balls was an explosion of sweat and musk. I
fingered at his balls trying to pull them through the hole
when he leaned back slightly and pushed them through. His
ball sack came through and dropped a good 4 or 5 inches just
hanging against the wall. I attacked them licking and
sucking on them eliciting deep moans and groans from him. At
one point I had pushed both of his balls into my mouth and
laved them in spit when I thought they could suffocate me it
filled my mouth so completely!

I let them from my mouth and returned to sucking on his
cock. He was leaking a steady flow of precum that tasted a
salty and bitter. I was able to get about half his cock in
my mouth but he seemed quite satisfied. At this point he
pulled his cock back out of the hole and told me to come
into his stall. I replied I was scared and wasn't sure that
was okay. He said nobody would care and we could have more
fun. Whatever came over me I pulled up my pants and quickly
stepped out of my stall and into his stall. It was the guy I
had seen pissing with his ass showing. He smiled at me and
said hi my name is Tom, yours? I told him my name and
admired this handsome man. He had pulled off his shirt and
the cool air had caused his nipples to harden and point out.
His pants and boxers were on the floor to the side and he
was "spread out" on the toilet. Nice hairy chest, bushy
armpit hair and a real hairy crotch. His cock was hard and
sticking straight up and since he was pushed forward on the
toilet seat his balls hung down in their sack in front of
the toilet bowl.

He began stroking his cock slowly and said he was married so
don't expect him to suck me or anything. He loved a good
blowjob and guys were better than women. Besides his wife
wouldn't suck on his cock! Then he suggested I start with
his balls again, he really liked when I was sucking on them.
I knelt down and went back to licking on his balls which
were swinging freely from his crotch. When I licked at his
balls from the front they pushed back against the toilet
bowl and he chuckled a bit at the coolness of the porcelain.
When I sucked in his right ball and worked it around with my
tongue he moaned and slid forward even further on the seat.
I used my left hand to push his left ball into my mouth and
sucked on his balls. I heard him moan again before he
lightly placed his legs around my back and basically locked
me in place between his legs sucking on his balls.

When my mouth became tired I released his balls and looked
up at him. He moved his hand to the base of his cock and
waved it at me asking if I was hungry for some man meat? I
moved my face up some and began licking at the shaft of his
cock. He took his hand off of cock and placed it on the back
of my head and "guided" me around where he wanted to be
licked. When he pushed me to the root and I licked at his
inner thigh I felt him tense up a bit. Then he leaned
forward grabbed me by the ears and guided his cock into my
mouth holding my head still while pushing his cock in and
out of my mouth. I was drooling some at this point and what
didn't stay on his cock dripped down on the toilet bowl rim
and floor. He got a bit excited and pushed in hard one time
when I gagged and choked on his cock. He pulled out and let
me catch my breath saying he was sorry, not many guys could
take all of his cock let alone a younger guy like me.

He grasped his cock again and told me to suck on the head
while he jerked a load up for me. I had my mouth on the head
of his cock when I felt it swelling like it was ready to
shoot and got ready for his load. The first shot hit the
roof of my mouth and then he spurted out 4 or 5 more globs
reaching around and holding my head on his cock. His load
filled my mouth and I began swallowing it down. When he was
finished I let his cock from my mouth and watched it soften
some and the foreskin cover the head. I etched the look of
that cock in my mind. I sat back on my ankles and just
stared at him noticing how handsome he was. He was so
relaxed sprawled out on that toilet and I could see the
sweat in his armpits and smell the male musk emanating from
him.

I don't know why but I asked him if I could smell his ass.
He looked at me and asked if I rimmed? I had no idea what he
meant and asked him what he meant. He said to get rimmed was
to get your ass licked. Did I like to lick ass? I didn't
have to answer, he said he could see it in my eyes. He
pulled his legs up and pushed his ass towards my face. What
a beautiful sight! He had some hair on his ass cheeks and it
became thicker as it grew in between his legs and lead along
the root of his cock and into his bushy crotch. His ass
crack was filled with long silky black hair and surrounded a
deep red ass hole. I leaned in and took a sniff of his ass
and was rewarded with an even richer male musk and sweat.

I pushed my lips against his ass hole and kissed it. He let
out a groan from deep down in his stomach. Where his hands
came from I don't know, but they grasped my head and pulled
my mouth right onto his ass hole. He said in a raspy whisper
"Eat my ass baby! Nobody's done that in a long while. Eat my
ass and tongue fuck that hole!" I didn't even care that
anyone in the room had to hear what he just said I went to
work licking and slobbering on his ass hole. He ass lips
pulsed against lips and tongue as I tongued out at his hole.
I was gaining a bit of entry to his hole when I heard him
groan "oh yeah, that's it, tongue that hole!" He still had a
hold of my head and at one point to catch my breath I had my
lips wrapped around his hole when I just sucked in hard. He
almost fell off the toilet and responded with a "suck it,
suck on my ass hole!! It's too much; nobody has ever eaten
my ass like this!" I sucked hard on his ass hole again and
felt it pulling inside out. I was able to pull back a bit
and see his ass lips puckered up and pushing back at me. I
drove at them with pointed tongue and felt those lips engulf
my tongue. I pulled back and went back at his asshole
lightly nibbling at his hole before pushing my tongue back
inside.

He let go of my head and when I looked back up to him he
whispered "where the hell did you learn to eat ass?! You're
a fucking master! A god! I'm going to shoot another load
just from you eating my ass!" I was still tonguing his ass
hole, slowly moving my tongue in and out of his ass tasting
his maleness and inhaling his crotch sweat and musk when I
heard Barry out in the outer room calling my name. I pulled
away and said I'd be right out. Tom looked at me and smiled
and I went back to tonguing his asshole while digging my
hard cock out and beating it to get off. I felt Tom tense
and then felt his ass lips pull in sharply as he began
shooting his load. The feeling of his asshole contracting
and releasing on my tongue was enough to trigger my cum. He
had a few splotches of cum on his stomach and in his pubic
hair and I licked him clean as best I could. His cum tasted
great, luckily my load shot against the toilet and floor.

As we got dressed he kissed me on the forehead and said that
was the most fantastic rimjob he had ever had. Then he asked
me if I was around here much and I told him sometimes and
then he asked me how old I was and when I said 14 he
apologized as he thought I was at least 18. He had a son my
age! I told him that was okay I knew what was up. He said
he'd stay a couple of minutes so no one would be suspicious
and I left. As I passed the first stall the guy had the door
open, he was about 20 and winked at me. I just got out of
there quick. As we walked back to the cottage Barry asked me
what went on in the rest room and I told him I'd tell him
later. My brother and Darryl were finishing packing the car
with stuff and it was just about time to leave. Barry looked
at me and told me I probably should go wash my face before
someone saw me. I said "and how would I do that, the water
is shut off already!" Luckily we found some wet naps and I
wiped my face off.

We got back to the farm house, unpacked and sat down for a
quick snack before heading back home.

More to come.....

I discover the advantages of looking older!