Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2023 13:26:17 -0600 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brian's Tale, An Old Friend, chapter 05, Gay adult/youth This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ...boatsonbill@gmail.com Last Time; Terry growled, as he slid towards me lifting up and sitting on my lap. Brian looked shocked as Terry impaled himself on my engorged man toy, as Terry was settling into place Brian moved over and took his brothers stiff boy/man toy into his mouth starting to pleasure him as much as he could. Terry told me to stand up as he pushed his brother to the far side of the hot tub then lifted him up on to the bench seat where he could continue to pleasure his big brother and not drawn, while at the same time I was still fucking his boy pussy. I filled Terry with man juice as he shot stream after stream of boy juice into Brian's mouth. OK you two, you both owe me a blow job, Brian said as he climbed out of the hot tub. Terry and I looked at each other and just laughed. An Old Friend Chapter 05 We spent most of the day lounging in the warm early June sun, Nick and Pete came over after they parked their bikes and stripped out of their cloths leaping into the pool. Shall we do an overnight Pete asked Brian? School tomorrow I reminded them, you know Howie would say No, besides there is only a week left in the school year than you are all off for the summer. Pete said hay little brother we got to get home and get our chores done before mom gets home from work. Howie got home just before lunch the next day, Terry and I had the milking done and the boys were headed to school. I was out in the pasture mending a fence when he showed up. He stopped for a minute asking how everything went? I told him no major problems and he headed to the house, but I did see someone with him that I didn't recognize. By the time I finished replacing two fence posts, then stringing new wire, I saw the school bus come down the road stopping in front of the house. Nick and Pete headed for their house and Terry and Brian saw me walking down the road to the house. Terry waved; Brian ran to meet me jumping into my arms almost knocking me down as usual. It's Friday two-hole days off then only a week of school left, he said. We entered the pool yard and I headed straight for the shower; Brian went to change out of his school cloths. Part way through my shower I heard well hello there and who might you be? Not recognizing the voice, I answered, Names Patrick you must be that mysterious person I saw with Howie. Oh yes, the hired help, we saw you fixing the fence as we drove past. Is that how Howie introduced me as a hired hand, I asked? Not really, he didn't say anything about you, I just assumed that's what you were. Well, we know what assuming does most of the time... Yes, it makes an ass out of me as usual, he said. Well, I guess you can say I was adopted by the family a little over two years ago. Oh my god you're that rescue swimmer that saved little Brian, and damned near got yourself killed doing it. Guilty, and when I'm not out saving the world, I spend time at the farm helping out where I can, the boys insist I spend at least a couple of weekends a month here with them. So, when Howie tells me he is headed to the big city the boys and I work the farm till he gets back. I'm David, I've known Howie, all our life except for the two tours he did in Nam. Me I was in the Army, helo jockey till I got blown out of the sky one afternoon. Most everything inside was broken or damaged, spent damn near two years in the VA hospital learning how to function again. As I listened, I stolid a glance, noticed he was growing hard as he spoke, and I still had not faced him, I noticed his eyes were glued to my bare ass. You will excuse me while I dry off, I finely said, as I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel with out turning to look at him. Wrapping the towel around me I excused myself and went into my room. Brian came in asking who was that you were talking to? Some one named David your dad has known most of his life. What's he doing here, Brian asked? Well, why don't you go ask him then we'll both know. Howie called us all to supper then once we were seated, he introduced David to us, saying that they were best buddies in grade school then were in the war together, only David was in the army, and that they re-met a couple of weeks ago on line so he convinced him to come visit with them on the farm. David has never milked a cow or done much of anything with his hands because he is a computer geek, working for a big company in the city. So how long will you be staying with us Brian asked? A couple of weeks then I will have to head back to the city, unless I decide to move here for good, He said. Cool Terry said, dad needs someone to have sex with, cause he aint had a regular screw partner for a long time. Terry! ... why do you think that young man? Howie asked as David started to turn several shades of red. Well Dad lets face it you aint getting any younger and those people you been seeing a couple of time a month seem to be getting harder to convince they need to come over and have sex with you. Busted Brian said snickering. Well David and I started having sex when we were in Jr. High school, so we thought we'd see if there is any spark left Howie said. Cool I said, go for it, boys... After that introduction to what David was there for, a little rest and relaxation, just a try out Terry finally said, that's cool but... Butt what, Howie and David said together? By the way boys, David is off limits to all of you, no matter how horny you younglings get. Cool with us we three said together... After supper we all retired to the den to watch a movie, Terry after a while went in to shower then came back out with a towel wrapped around his waist, then Brian went to take his shower, coming back with just his bright red tight undies on and flopped on my lap. Both boys were sound asleep by the time the movie was over so Howie directed the mostly sleepwalking Terry into his bedroom and I carried Brian into his. As I put Brian down, he whispered can I be bear? So, off his undies came and I tucked him into bed. Howie and I entered the den about the same time and the look on Howie's and David's faces told me they were headed to bed too so I said good night leaving them sitting on the couch. Shortly after I climbed into bed my door opened and Terry, following his stiff boy toy, climbed into bed with me, snuggled down under the covers and started sucking my man toy, like he was a bear cub looking for a meal. After 10 minutes he drank my several loads of man juice then told me to roll over. Bossy little shit aint you I said. Yup, he said as he slid his 7 Inch boy toy into my waiting man pussy beginning our almost nightly ritual. My duty assignment lasted another year at the rescue station, then after being there for just over three years I was advanced to first class, then transferred to a new rescue station in north western Washington. My first task was to transfer the 40 foot-patrol boat, to the new station, which took two days, then the station chief had one of his people drive me and my crew back to our station to finish checking out. I spent a week at the farm. My '57 Pontiac was stuffed with all my gear and I rented a trailer to transport my motorcycle to Neah Bay rescue station where I was to be the new XO. My second weekend at the new station Terry showed up with Brian in tow. Just checking out your new digs they said. I gave the boys a detailed tour of the newest station in the district. At a place called Neah Bay almost at the mouth of the Straights of Juan de Fuca. The old boat house where the two 36-foot, self righting surf boats were kept was still being used and would be refitted to house the newest rescue boat, a 30-foot hardened fiberglass self righting, fast rescue boat. One of the 36 footers was going to a museum the other to another rescue station. The new station building was state of the art living and office space, a new larger boat house with a hoist that could remove even the newer 44-foot rescue boats from the water and bring them into the boat house. We soon would have two of the newest 44-foot self-righting long-distance rescue boats as well as the 40-footer I brought from my old station. Two trailered boats and several trucks to haul them as well as a Helo pad for two and a maintenance and refueling facility to extend the operational range of the HH-52 helicopters from Port Angeles. Rumer was that an even newer 47-foot fast self-righting rescue boat was being planned for our station. The long dock was built to handle one of the newest Ocean patrol and rescue boats being built as we speak, not to mention one of the newer 100 pluss foot coastal patrol boats soon to be launched. The boys and I spent a wonderful week end together. Terry was now 18 going on 19 soon, he graduate from high school. Brian turned into a handsome 15 almost 16 years old, big as his dad and full of that wanderlust teenagers seem to have. I tried to come home once a month but that was getting harder to do now that I'm the Xo of the rescue station and over 500 miles North. Over the years I had become a first rate, almost legendary surfman known far and wide from my so-called daring exploits rescuing people at sea, and the close in shore rescues that were so dangerous. Let's face it there aren't more that a couple of dozen men who stayed in the rescue service for as long as I have. I guess I'm one of those, so even though most of my rescues, I considered textbook. Stories tend to grow as the years go by. The needs of the rescue service dictate that all boatswain's would serve both on rescue stations and aids to navigation duty stations to round out their career. After all the boaters and commercial vessels needed to know where the safe channels were so Light houses as well as floating aids and pile aids were needed to be maintained so as a first-class Boatswains mate, I was transferred to an AtoN repair and maintenance cutter, after serving three years on the new station, out of the port of Seattle, it was back to the rscue service. I became a Chief Boatswains mate the third year I was assigned to the aids to navigation cutter, and was soon transferred, back to the rescue service, to be an instructor at the international Life Boat school at the mouth of the Columbia River. When I arrived at the Surf School, I became the X.O. in charge of physical training. I remember one young third class boatswain, every one called Denny, who was a go getter. During his second training day on the beach, he and two others were to swim a tow line to the beach, after jumping off the 44-foot rescue boat, so we could pull an open boat back out through the surf, the three of them were to ride the boat back out. The entire excurses was for them to learn what it felt like, being in the surf going in and coming back out. Each man had on a wetsuit and crash helmet, for safety. Denny had on a stars and stripes crash helmet. Once they tied the towline to the bow of the open boat, we started pulling it toward some what looked like, 4-foot breakers. Some how the towline broke free so Denny called out that if we let out some slack he would swim out and get hold of the line bring it back to the boat, secure it so we could finish the drill. Just before Denny reached the tow line an oversized breaker took him to the hard-sandy bottom, knocking him out. Our secondary, and safety boat was a 36 foot all wooden surf boat. Once we saw the stars and stripes helmet bobbing in the surf the safety boat rushed into action pulling him onboard then he told me later that as the crew pulled the wet suit hood over his head it got stuck, so once again he couldn't breathe, scarred the hell out of him. Once back at the station he was diagnosed with mild hyperthermia put in a worm shower so he could worm up. The next week was mostly class room lessons, then the bar started building so we planned to do man over board drills. Most military units use a dummy, called Oscar, for man over board drills but we had our students jump off the stern of the 52-footer and experience what its like for a civilian to be pulled from the water on a breaking bar. As usual all the safety gear, wetsuits, crash helmets and an added type three PFD was worn by the students. When it came time for Denny to jump off the stern of the rescue boat, he said I don't think so, not me, not again. I was ready for that having seen it before so being bigger than him I wrapped my arms around him and jumped off the stern taking him with me into the boiling seas. He panicked when we came to the surface so I had to talk him into calming down. He realized who I was and after a brief temper tantrum, calmed down. I gave him several hints about being in rough water, how to watch the waves, how to approach the rescue boat, then as the 52-foot rescue boat approached he started to lose it again. That boat looked like an ocean liner approaching us but he grabbed the life ring when it was tossed to him and was successfully rescued. When I was pulled aboard the chief warrant office who was also the Commanding office of the school gave me a hard time for leaving the rescue boat with out his permission. On BM3 Denny's school exit interview he told me that if I had not taken him off the stern of the rescue boat the way I did, he never would have passed the class, then he apologized for what he called me during his burst of anger. I did ask him what a shmuck was, having grown up on the west coast I had never heard that one. That was the last class for the year, we held the school from November to April because those were usually the worst weather months in the season, when we could train for the worst situation hoping to never have to use our training but ready for anything. I had spent just over two years at the rescue school so far and was looking to get back to a regular rescue station on my next assignment. I took two weeks leave and headed to the Farm.