Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 15:22:40 -0700 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brian's Tale, Chapter 6 Life change (Gay Adult/Youth) Reader Warning; 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; 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. Life changes, 06 When I got to the house there were lots of people there and I wondered what was up. Brian must have seen me drive up because he came running out to my truck, and I could see he had been crying. He was so upset he was not making sense at all, so I grabbed him in a bear hug telling him to just calm down, tell me what has happened. When Terry saw us in the front yard, he rushed out the front door saying, I've been trying to call you for a day now, where have you been? Driving here I said what happened? Dad Died of a massive heart attack yesterday he blurted out, then joined Brian and me hugging each other. We stood there crying for what seemed like for ever before David came out the front door saying damn, I'm glad you're here. The 4 of us moved into the dining room sat at the table and the boys and David told me what had happened. Brian was at school and Terry was doing his job at the cheese factory when their dad had a massive heart attack digging a hole to replace a fence post. He died there in the field with in sight of the house. Brian and cousin Pete found him while walking to the milking barn after school. We finally got all the visitors and well wishers out of the house, moved to the living room all the while reminiscing about the last 6 years. Brian was 19 and a Sr. in high school, Terry had stayed on the farm after school then 8 months ago started working at the cheese factory working his way to a floor supervisor. David had started a computer repair shop in town and was becoming a valued member of the community. He headed for bed just after 2am. What about the cows I asked? Cousin Nick and Pete were taking care of the evening milking, so I told the boys I would help in the morning, then we all headed to our rooms. An hour after it was quiet in the house, I was still wide awake, remembering old times when Terry came into my room slid into bed beside me. Can I just snuggle for a while he asked? Moments later Brian came in trying to look brave but I could see his eyes were full of tears. I turned the covers back for him to slide in beside me on the other side. We all fell asleep snuggling together. That morning, after finishing milking, I called my command letting them know what had happened, then requested 30 days leave so I could be at the farm. The Commanding office told me to take up to 60 days if I needed, because I have the time on the books and not to worry about anything but family. He said to keep him apprised of what was happening and we would work things out as they came. A week later the Commander of the services personnel office called me letting me know that I was Number One on the Senior chief advancement list and would be awarded the rank of BMCS, Boatswain mate Chief Senior, pay grade E-8, the first part of next month. That three years you were assigned to the buoy tender fleet doing aids to navigation as a first class, in a chief's billet, gave you the sea time you needed for a command position. You need to put in a request for a new duty assignment; and by the way, this is not known yet but, the Garibaldi rescue station will need a new Co. in two months time. Seeing as you started your career there as a Seaman recruit, and your career has been leading you to a station command assignment, I thought you should know, this is unofficial of course. I thanked him saying I will drop by for an informal meeting with the station chief in the next couple of days, I will act shocked and surprised if he says anything about his leaving. Don't bother, he asked me to tell you that he was retiring, and if I had a chance to, let you know personally, He wants you to take over. That night I told the boys and David about the opening at the rescue station and they were jumping for joy. Its not a done deal I reminded them and you have to keep this quiet, no body can find out, because the chief's retirement will be a sudden, and shocking announcement to the station and the service, for personal reasons. I'm going to see him and his wife this weekend for lunch in town, so silence is the word, not even the cousins can know, any slip can ruin the hole thing . The boys still watch TV or a movie before bed usually with minimal clothing on. During the summer we installed a big screen TV out in the pool yard under the roof, out of any weather, the boys found an outdoor couch, rugs and so on so all summer we could be in the pool yard, naked of course watching our evening shows. Brian had said several times the past weeks; Patrick shame on you", you went and got a tan line, we just have to start all over again fixing that situation, as he pulled my nylon shorts down and off, revealing nothing but my engorged man toy, waiting to be played with. Of course, Terry snuck up on Brian, pulled his shorts down and off, into the hot tub we all went, each one got blown and fucked that afternoon. Not much work got done before milking. After the 6pm milking Terry told me that he was going to quit his job at the cheese factory, spend time putting the farm back in order. Lots to be done, starting with a "new milking barn" and "all new refrigerated milk storage room". Then a new "big barn" for hay and equipment plus a new, he giggled saying, "cow shit energy plant", for making sellable "Methane Gas" that will eventually be used to power the farm, and one day every farm in our valley. Woah, that's all the things your dad wanted to do but he never could get the monies together to do any of it. He would talk about his dream for this valley all the time during our late-night bull sessions, how do you plan on doing that, and If I can help just let me know how? Dad had a 2-million-dollar insurance policy that was a double indemnity plan, if he should die working on the farm. I just got a call from our lawyer telling me we will get a check for over 4 million dollars soon. Our lawyer has already set up a trust fund for Brains collage and up to 3 grand kids collage funds, years ago which can be fully funded now. I; no, we will be reading dads will for the first time on Monday and he said you and David have to be there too.