Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2022 03:59:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Down on the Farm - Chapter Six This is a story about two best friends, separated when they were six years old when one family moved from Arkansas to Washington state for work. Now ten years later, circumstances have reunited the boys back in Arkansas for the summer. The boys are very different that they were ten years ago and those differences manifest themselves in some uncomfortable ways. But as the summer goes by, they realize that maybe they aren't so different after all and are growing closer. Jimmy's dad has an industrial accident and ends Jimmy's summer early. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. Your feedback is important to me. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Down on the Farm Chapter Six I woke up Thursday morning with a warm feeling in my heart having Paul in bed next to me, our bodies touching each other. Then the happenings of yesterday came rushing back into my head. Chris had given Paul and I blowjobs on his own initiative. He was called away before anything else happened. But if he wasn't called away, what would he have done next? Is he just playing around or is he testing us to see which one of us will respond to his advances? Paul seemed very willing to let Chris have his way with him, but then just before we fell asleep, he said he loved me. Of course I said it back to him as well. What does that exactly mean, though? Are we in a relationship? Something that certainly has no future as I will be leaving at the end of he summer. Maybe just a summer romance, a short-term fling. If so, does Chris have any place in this or is he looking to pick one of us for his attentions? I'm over thinking again. Just go with the flow as Paul told me. "Breakfast is ready. You're burning daylight," Sally called from downstairs. She knew we had a full day of chores and picking fresh produce for their trip to town tomorrow. "Morning, cutie," Paul said as he turned to me and gave me a good morning kiss. "Good morning," I mumbled through our kiss. "It is a good morning, a damn good morning. The sun is shining, breakfast is ready and you're next to me as I wake up every morning." I smiled, not wanting to remind him I'd be here only a few more weeks, and wondering if he'd be saying the same thing to Chris after I went home. We ate breakfast and then went to get our chores done. We had an early lunch and then went to pick produce. As we were picking, I decided I had to bring something up with Paul. "Paul, I've been thinking about Chris's offer to invest $20,000 in your cattle venture," I started. "Our cattle venture, not just mine," he corrected me "Okay, our cattle venture. Don't you think it's odd that someone you've only know for a very short while would offer up that amount of money to someone with very little experience in cattle?" "Why not? We all agreed it looks like a good idea. He's new here and wants to fit in with the community. What better way than investing in a local business?" Paul reasoned. "Maybe. Or maybe he's looking to curry favor with you for other reasons?" "Like what?" "Like getting in bed with you, making you his lover?" I implied "You're nuts! If that is his intention, he could 'buy' someone a lot better than me for that amount of money," he shot back angrily. "First off, I don't think there is anyone better than you in three counties. I didn't mean to upset you, I just don't want to see you get hurt emotionally or financially if this whole thing goes sideways. I care about you so much." "Oh, I get it you're jealous of Chris." "Honestly, I think I might be just a little. But that aside, I still think you should move slowly with him and make sure his intentions are genuine." "Whatever. Lets get this produce picked so we can eat supper on time tonight." Paul didn't say two words all afternoon, other than telling me what was ripe and what wasn't. I brought up the whole thing about Chris more out of concern than jealousy but Paul didn't see it that way. He said he loved me last night but I think he also has feelings for Chris other than just a friend or business partner. We had an early supper. Chris announced he was going to take the fourwheeler and check the fence line. "A little late in the day for that, isn't it?" he dad asked. "Cooler this time of day. Besides, last time we checked it, there was a section that looked a little shaky. I want to make sure it's still holding up." "I'll get the tools and meet you at the barn," I started to head for the door. "No, I'm good. I'm just going to check it. If it needs work, we can do that tomorrow." Now I know I fucked up. He didn't want me along. It was like a dagger through my heart. We had been inseparable ever since I got here. Now he wants to go off by himself. Some alone time might be good, though. As soon as I heard him leave I went out to the barn and talked to Carolyn. Vince came up behind me as I stood at the side of the stall. "You and Paul having a quarrel?" he asked. "No, I think all this business about the cattle venture is weighing on his mind. It's a big move and involves other people's money." "Is he having second thoughts about doing it?" "No, I don't think so. He just wants to think it over and make sure he's doing it right. I don't blame him. It sounds good on paper but that doesn't always come out the same in reality." "Give him whatever support you can. I know he values your counsel. Your friendship means the world to him. With Chris to guide him with the cows and me to make sure he sticks to his business plan he'll do just fine. There are always risks in any farming venture but if you minimize them, the chances of success are much better," Vince comforted me and went back into the house. I heard Paul come back and put the fourwheeler away. He came through the barn just as I was about to go to the house. "How was the fence?" I asked. "The fence? Oh yeah, the fence. It looked fine. Look, I'm sorry I went off by myself but I needed to think about what you said," he began. "I shouldn't have said anything. Just me over thinking everything with a little bit of jealousy thrown in." "I'm glad you did. That's why I had to really think about what you said objectively. I'm going to talk to Chris tomorrow about his intentions." "Oh shit, are you sure that's a good idea? Suppose he gets mad and pulls out of the deal?" I asked nervously. "I don't want to screw things up for you." "If he does, then we'll both know what his true intentions are. And if he does, we go back to our original plan. It will just take a little longer for me to be crowned cattle baron," he smiled at me. We walked back into the house. His dad was in the kitchen having a cup of coffee and a snack. "How was the fence line, Paul?" "Everything is good, dad, no issues at all," smiling and headed upstairs. "I'm glad everything is okay," Vince said as he looked at me and winked. We got undressed and got into bed. Paul pulled me to him and kissed. "Dad was having a late night snack. Made me hungry. I think I'll have a snack as well," as he moved his body sideways to me and put his head in my lap. He massaged my cock until it was hard and ready for him. He licked it, sucked my balls into his mouth and then went back to take me in his mouth. I know this sounds crazy but his mouth feels so much better than Chris's from yesterday. A mouth is a mouth, right? Wet, warm with a tongue moving around inside. But somehow Paul's is better, not so much the technique but the mouth itself. Maybe it the fact that Paul's mouth had uttered the words 'I love you'. Definitely the difference. As Paul was working my cock, I moved around so I could suck him at the same time. We were both doing a slow, gently suck, not a quick one with the objective to get off but rather making love to each other's cocks with our mouths. We would do it slow, then speed up, then slow down again, then take our mouths off and stroke each other with our hands. This brought some precum to the tip so we enjoyed the taste when we went back to sucking. Our jaws were getting tired so we stroked for a while. Paul looked up at me, "Are you ready to cum?" "Yes, let's make it happen." We stroked faster and tighter until the telltale signs of impending orgasm surfaced. Then we both went back to sucking hard and deep to get to the finish line. Shooting my load was one of the best I'd had in a long while. But it was almost anti-climactic compared to the feelings I had from such a long session of sucking each other. Add to that, Paul's writhing and bucking as he let his cum shoot in my mouth. An evening going to the top of my memory list. After breakfast the next morning, Paul's folks left for town with another load of prime produce and eggs. Soon after they left, Chris pulled in the driveway. He went and knocked on the back door, getting no answer he came into the barn. "Good morning guys. Your Dad left a message for me to let him know when I would have a full day available for all of us to go to the bank to inquire about a loan and then the lawyers and write up the necessary papers. I got the message too late to call back so I figure I'd stop by on my way to do farm calls. Is he here?" "You just missed them, They headed to town to sell their produce and eggs. They'll be back late this afternoon," Paul informed him. Then Paul nodded his head a couple of times, motioning me to leave the two of them alone. I knew where he was going with this. "Tell him any day is good, except Wednesday. Can't miss the watering hole," Chris grinned. "About that, I want to talk to you before we go any further with the cattle venture." "Sounds serious. Go ahead," Chris replied with a grim look on his face. "We had a lot of fun at the watering hole the other day. But I have to be honest with you, I'm not comfortable mixing sex with business. If you had to choose one or the other, which would it be?" "The cattle venture, of course. You and Jimmy put together a hell of a good proposal and I want to help you make it happen. You two are the first people I met when I came to town. I found you both easy to talk to and I enjoyed your company. I also enjoy swimming naked at the watering hole and everything that went with it. But that's not a condition of me putting up the money." "I'm glad to hear that. I was hoping that would be your answer. Don't get me wrong, we like you too. But I could foresee potential problems when emotions get involved with business," Paul told him honestly. "Just curious though, is this you asking or Jimmy? I have a gut feeling he isn't as comfortable with me as you are." "Jimmy did bring this up to me yesterday. He doesn't have a problem with you, he just doesn't want to see me hurt, emotionally or financially. He's just doing what a good friend does," Paul told Chris. "Okay. Then what is your choice, the money or my body?" Chris asked point blank. "Not to sound mercenary, but right now I need the money more than your body. That may be subject to change in the future, however" Chris laughed, "Good to know. One condition however. I still want to do watering hole Wednesdays. I look forward to those afternoons all week long. It's like therapy to relax me after a week of hustling from farm to farm. So we don't get conflicted, I'd prefer we swim with bathing suits on. No temptation that way. Deal?" "Sounds good to me. I just have to check with Jimmy but I think he'll be good with it." "I can always leave before you two are ready and then you can strip down and play if you like. Can I speak to Jimmy before I leave?" Chris asked as they walked out of the barn. "Hey Jimmy, get your scrawny ass out here. Our partner wants to talk to you," Paul yelled towards the house. I came out nervously, wonder what kind of hell I had caused. They were both smiling so I figured it couldn't be too bad. Maybe they decided to drop the J out of the PCJ Cattle Company. Just as well, I wouldn't be around anyway. "Chris and I had a long and open discussion. We got things settled." Paul began "You dropping the J out of the name?" I asked before either of them could continue. "Are you fucking nuts? No way! You're as important to this as the cattle, if not more. Cattle can be bought and sold, but neither you or Paul can," Chris spoke first. "Paul told me about your concern over my offer. Most guys wouldn't bring that up for fear of killing the deal. But you put your friend ahead of the business. Shows you're a true friend. Not many of them around these days. We both agreed not to mix sex with business and I want to go ahead with my offer on the money. In ten or fifteen years when all you can see on this farm is cattle, I want my name to be mentioned right along with you and Paul. Plus I feel it will be a good investment with a profitable return. Feel better?" "I didn't mean anything personal by my concern, Chris. You just came into our lives rather quickly and we weren't sure where things stood between us. No hard feeling?" I replied extending my hand to him. "None what so ever. I wish there were hard feelings, or rather, feeling things that are hard. But that is off the table . . . for now." As he took my hand for a firm handshake. "I'd give you a hug instead of a handshake but I have to keep my word. If I hugged you, I'd want more." We all laughed and exchanged handshakes. "There is one condition, though Jimmy," Paul cleared his throat. I just looked at him waiting for the hammer to drop. "Chris wants to continue watering hole Wednesday. It's his therapy day. But he wants us to wear bathing suits so no one gets carried away. He said he will leave early so we can play if we want after he leaves. That work for you?" "I'll miss skinny dipping but we'll see how it goes," I smiled. With all that settled, Chris went on his way to meet his next client. Paul and I finished our chores and went in for lunch. After we ate, Paul asked me if I wanted some 'desert'? "You know I'm always hungry after I eat," I snickered and headed for the stairs. Paul followed close behind, close enough that he could grab my ass as we walked up the stairs. I stopped at the top of the stairs and wiggled my ass in his face. "Mmmm, looks good enough to eat!" And eat he did. I was undressed first and walking towards the bed when he playfully pushed me from behind, falling face first across the bed. As he pulled off the rest of his clothes, He climbed on the bed and grabbed both ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them. He separated my cheeks and blew on my pucker, sending chills up my spine even though it was a hot summer day. He lay between my legs and brought his mouth to my hole, licking and tonguing me as only he could. He knew all my hot spots and would hit them every time. He finally wet his finger and pushed in me, setting off more familiar sensations. I moaned and wiggled my ass at this attention. "Pick your ass up in the air," as he pulled at my hips. I had a pretty good idea what was coming next, his cock replacing this finger. Instead, with my ass in the air, Paul turned over on his back and slid between my legs. He put his finger back in my hole and took my leaking cock in his mouth. His other hand roamed up my chest until it found my nipples, pinching one and then the other. I was a total shit storm of feelings. Every part of my body was alive and pushing my senses to the extreme. This was not going to last much longer. My balls tightened my nipples got really tender and my cock stiffened even more than it was already and my sphincter grabbed his finger. I flexed my hips as I pumped shot of hot cum in Paul's mouth like a cum cannon. When I was emptied, I rolled to the side and lay there trying to get my breath back. Paul scutched up next to me and open mouth kissed me, pushing most of my load of cum into my mouth with his tongue. I took it from him, swirled it around my mouth and then pushed it back into his mouth. "Thanks, but I'll get my own mouthful right from the tap," I told him as I moved down to take his hard cock in my mouth this time. The remnants of my cum in my mouth made my mouth slicker on his cock. I didn't want to touch his ass and make his cum too quickly but I could tell by his reactions to my sucking that he wasn't going to last long anyway. Sure enough, not two minutes later he gave me a fresh mouthful of his cum. I held as much as I could and then moved up to exchange it with him like he had done to me. Back and forth a few times before I swallowed. "The Indians used to cut their hands and press them together to exchange blood and become Blood Brothers. Does this make us Cum Brothers now?" I laughed licking some cum of my lips. "Or maybe we should sing that song by The Beatles, 'Come Together'?" Paul countered with. We got cleaned up, dressed and went downstairs to start supper for Paul's folks, both of us with goofy grins on our faces and humming an old Beatles song. The next few weeks were hectic. Paul's dad had meetings set up with his lawyer, his banker and the town to make sure his farm wouldn't have a problem switching to mostly cattle instead of hay. Hectic but all was going smoothly. The lawyer set up corporation papers for Paul and Chris and Vince to be shareholders. They wanted to add me but I refused. I was leaving and wouldn't have any skin in the game. They went behind my back and wrote me in for one share. That I could live with. The man at the bank said we could get a loan for four times what we were looking for, based on our business plan and Vince's longstanding credit history with the bank. Paul and Chris both refused. They didn't want to get in over their head before the first cow was bought. Chris had some contacts lined up for some cows we could buy. Some Chris liked and Paul didn't, some Paul like and Chris didn't. Me, I had no idea what to look for. As long as they were standing up and breathing I was happy. Eventually they both found cows they could agree on. Watering hole Wednesday was still an important part of our routine. Keeping his word, Chris would always show up with a bathing suit under his street clothes so we could all swim without getting aroused. He would leave to give Paul and I enough time to enjoy some naked swimming and fun before heading back to the barn. It was the third such Wednesday Vince came roaring up the road in his truck as we were all swimming, thankfully with our bathing suits on. The truck came to a sliding stop and Vince jumper out leaving the door open, and came running towards us with my phone in his hand. "Jimmy, your father's boss has been trying to reach you all morning. Call him back right away. Your father was hurt at work this morning. It wasn't life threatening but he has to undergo an operation this afternoon." I flew out of the water and ran to him to take my phone. I called the number from all the missed calls. "Hello, Jimmy? This is Mr Bertram, your father's boss at the plant." "Yes, hello. What happened to my dad?" I asked in a panic. "He'll be okay. His injures aren't life threatening. There was an accident with a piece of machinery that was being moved with a fork lift truck. The machine fell over and broke your father's leg. He was conscious and awake when they transported him to the hospital. The leg was broken in several places so the doctors are going to operate and pin his bones back together. He wanted to make sure I contacted you and let you know what was happening before they operated." "Can I talk to him? I have to tell him how much I love him in case anything happens," as tears flowed from my eyes. "He is being prepped as we speak so he can't take a call. The doctors assure me this is a fairly routine surgery and they don't anticipate and complications." "I have to get home ASAP. I have to be with him," my voice quivering as I spoke. "I can have the corporate jet at the Little Rock airport at 6:00 AM tomorrow morning to pick you up and bring you home, no charge. I'll send my son, Kyle along to escort you home. You shouldn't be alone right now, I understand." "Thank you so much. I'll be there and be ready," as I hung up the call. I filled in everyone and grabbed my stuff to get back to the farm and pack. "Jimmy, the doctors are right. Putting stainless steel pins in bones to allow them to heal properly is routine stuff. You're dad will come through this fine. He may not even have a limp when he is fully healed," Chris tried to comfort me. "He's right, Jimmy, Chris is a doctor himself, remember," Paul added. Not thinking about how it would sound with Chris trying to be supportive, "Yes he is, but my dad is not some cow who fell in a rabbit hole," I snarked. Then I backtracked, "Sorry Chris, that didn't come out the way I intended." "No problem Jimmy. I know you're worried and it's natural. Let's get you back to the farm and get you packed to leave in the morning. Paul and I took the fourwheeler and sped off down the trail, bouncing and swerving as we went. There really was no need to go this fast because I didn't have to be at the airport until the next morning. But Paul knew how anxious I was. I was clean from swimming so I didn't need to take a sponge bath, much to Paul's disappointment. I threw my clothes in my bags and went downstairs for supper. I just picked at my supper, not having much of an appetite. I got up and went outside. It was a beautiful evening, the moon just starting to appear in the sky. Paul followed behind me, walking into the barn and coming out with two bales of hay. He plopped them down in front of the barn and sat down. Motioning me to sit beside him. "Paul, what am I going to do if something happens and my dad doesn't make it?" "Shut your paranoid mouth. I'm not going to let you over think this situation. Your dad is going to be fine and you've got to believe that." "But I should be there with him, not a gazillion miles away." "There is nothing you could do if you were there now. You'll be there by mid-morning when he comes out of the recovery area. That's when he's going to need you and that's where you'll be. Now shut up and hug me," Paul reaching around me and pulling me to him. We sat in silence, except for me sniffling my runny nose and an occasional whimper. Paul was right. Dad would be fine and I'd be there by morning to be with him. "Thanks Paul, you always now the right thing to say to me," hugging him tightly. "Me? What about you? You brought out such a change in me since you've been here. I don't know how I'll ever thank you for all you've done for me in the past few weeks. Maybe it was by grand design that you moved away and then came back to straighten my ass out. I'll be so sorry to see you leave again tomorrow. I'm going to miss you so much. You have to promise you won't stay away for another 10 years. My heart would break if you do." Paul said also starting to tear up. "You could always come visit me, you know." "And leave all my cows behind for Chris to watch over? He'd be fucking them night and day. Can you imagine the weird calves they'd drop with Chris as the father?" "You're a fucking pervert, you know that," I said with a little laugh. The first time I'd smiled since I heard the news about my dad. "Yes, I do know that. And you like me that way," as he leaned over and kissed me. "You'll have Chris to keep you company until I can get back." "I'm not sure. He's okay, I suppose, but there is no way he'll ever take your place, by my side or in my bed." "If you don't find someone, you'll be awfully lonely. I don't want to see you backsliding into a country boy redneck again." "Nope, those days are gone forever. From now on it's rhinestone boots, a big gaudy gold belt buckle, a huge cowboy hat and a ten-dollar cigar. All the trappings of a cattle baron," Paul quipped. Again making me laugh and smile. We sat on those hay bales for a hour or more, no talking, just in each other's arms watching the moon rise into the sky. Vince called us in to go to bed and get some sleep. It was going to be an early morning to get me to the airport on time. I really didn't sleep much that night and was up before anyone, dressed and downstairs with my bags. We had a quick bite to eat and left for the airport. Sally stayed home but gave me along hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much for being Paul's friend and what it has meant to him. We want you come back anytime you can and stay with us again. You're like a second son to us." We pulled up in front of the corporate terminal as instructed. Standing on the curb was a handsome young man, late teens or early twenties, dressed in a business suit and tie holding a sign that said "James St. Charles". I got out of the car and was staring at him as he walked towards us. My mouth was open and I mumbled "Wow!" Paul was standing right beside me, our shoulders touching as he put his hand down and squeezed my ass. "You can shut your mouth, horndog," he giggled. I came to my sense and realized I was enthralled by this boy, this man, oh hell, this hunk coming my way. I whispered back to Paul, "I always get the good looking ones, don't I? First you, now him." "Maybe good looking but I bet I'm better in bed," Paul whispered back. "Nobody is better," I asserted He got right up to us and asked if I was James St. Charles. "Yes, just call me Jimmy, sir," I said after clearing my throat. "And you can call me Kyle. My dad wanted me to fly out here and meet you and travel back with you to see your dad." I introduced him to Paul and Vince then said my good byes, with hugs all around. My hug with Paul being the longest and tightest. "Kyle, you take good care of him and get him home in one piece so he can come back and visit as soon as his dad has recovered." "I certainly will. He'll be back soon. I checked with my dad just after I landed and he said your dad came through the operation just fine. He's anxious to see you so we'll go right to the hospital as soon as we land in Virginia." Kyle picked up my bags and went to go towards the commercial check in desk. I turned to Paul and embraced him in the last hug he and I would share for a while. "Love you, you big goof. Don't you go back to being a country boy or this city boy will have to come back and whip your ass," I said quietly in his ear, trying to hide the tears in my eyes. "Ah damn, shucks and hell, I ain't neber gone back to that shit again," he replied in his best redneck country slang. We broke our hug laughing. I gave Vince a quick hug. "Thanks for all your hospitality. This is one summer I'll never forget as long as I live." "Nor will Sally and I. We'll miss your smiling face at the breakfast table with that cat that ate the canary look on your face," winking at me. He must have known what Paul and I were doing upstairs. My bags were all checked in so Kyle and I headed for the departure gate. A shuttle met us at the gate and took us across the tarmac to the private jet that was to take us to Virginia, my new home. I checked out the cockpit when I walked on the plane but refrained from making any comments like I had done on my previous flight. This was so different than the commercial airliner I had flown in from the West Coast. We sat down in what felt like living room chairs and got buckled in, waiting for the plane to move. Before we did, the pilot came back from the cockpit and addressed me personally. "Glad to have you aboard this morning, Mr. St. Charles. I wish it was under better circumstances but we'll get you to your father just as fast as we can. If there is anything you need, Kyle can help you or buzz me on the intercom and I'll personally attend to your needs." I was totally shocked. The plane was something else, but to have the pilot come back in person to talk to me? "Thank you sir, I'm sure I'll be fine." "Just speak up if there is anything I can do, anything," Kyle added as he put his hand on my thigh. Whoa! What the hell was that? Did I just get propositioned? Did Kyle want me to join the Mile High Club with him? Slow down, Jimmy, you're over thinking things again. He didn't say he wanted to have sex with me so forget it and move on. We had a very pleasant, albeit, short flight to Virginia. Kyle and I chatted all the way, him trying to keep me engaged to keep my mind off my dad. We landed and Kyle showed me to a waiting limousine that was to take us to the hospital. Kyle's dad met us at the hospital entrance and took us directly to my dad's room. I was expecting the worst as I went through the door. You know, tubes in and out of him, blinking and beeping monitors, IV bags hanging over him, multiple nurses keeping him from slipping into an irreversible coma. Instead he was sitting up in bed eating his breakfast. He looked just fine, like he was taking a morning off and having breakfast in bed. I ran over to him and hugged him hard, almost knocking his food over. "Dad, you had me so worried. I imagined the worst when I got the call you had been hurt and were going into surgery. I knew they weren't telling me the whole story. I just knew you were barely clinging to life." I rambled on. "That's my boy Jimmy, always over thinking everything for no good reason. I glad you're here, though. I missed you all summer." "I missed you too, dad. I have so much to tell you. It was an awesome time with Paul and his family." I sat on the edge of the bed and started my story of my epic summer adventures, leaving out the sex parts of course. He was so proud of me when I told him about the plan Paul and I had worked up about the cattle. "It's the PJC Cattle Company and I'm the "J". I'm going to be part of a cattle empire," I said smugly. Kyle interrupted to tell me he was leaving with the limo and going to get his car. He'd be back in a couple of hours. I thanked him for everything he had done to help me get home. "Glad to help. Like I said, anything you need or want, just let me know. I'm going to be looking out for you until your dad comes home from here." And out the door he went. "Dad, I don't need a babysitter, I can take care of myself." "Okay, Mr Know-It-All, how are you going to get to our apartment?" "A taxi," I smugly replied. "Oh really? Well then where is our apartment? It's a long ride from here and a taxi will likely cost more than this hospital room. Then you have to get back here tomorrow. And go shopping for food, and . . . " "All right, I get the picture, it's not as easy as I thought." "Kyle is a nice guy. He offered to hang out with you and get you where you need to go. He's not a babysitter, just a friend offering to help us both. I hope you get along with him as well as I get along with his father. We're very close friends." Was there more to that? Is my dad hooking up with his boss? Over thinking alert! Stop! "I'm sure I will. We chatted all the way here on the plane. He seemed sincere about his concern for you." "I've worked with his father for many years. The entire family are nice people." Dad told me all about his work setting up his new department. I had been to work with him on numerous occasions before and the new set up sounded much better than what he had before. Kyle came back after a while and he stayed to visit briefly, then we had to leave. "Your dad didn't want you to stay alone at his place so he asked if you could stay with me. Of course I said you could, if you wanted to. I graduated high school last spring and am going to work at the plant when it is up and running. I want to be a mechanic and work on the propulsion systems. Mt dad is going to get me set up to be put through schooling by the company. In the meantime he got me my own apartment until I go away to start training. It's small and only one bedroom but we can manage for the short term." Kyle told me. I smiled thinking back to sharing a room and a bed with Paul, wondering if the same thing would happen with Kyle. "That's fine. I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to be a bother and intrude on you space. "Not a problem at all. When I was 8 years old my dad was in a terrible traffic accident. My mom was all strung out about it and was having a horrible time dealing with him being in the hospital so long and having to handle all of his responsibilities around the house. She had a meltdown because the grass in the front yard wasn't cut of all things. I was too young to be of much help so your dad would come over two or three times a week and take care of things my dad usually did. He'd spend time with me too so I wouldn't miss my dad so much. If he hadn't stepped up I have no idea how we would have gotten through my dad's recovery. Now it's our turn to repay the favor. I know we'll get along just fine." "Wow, I had not idea. Thanks for telling me," I humbly replied now knowing why my dad and his boss were such good friends. Nothing sexual at all. We got to his apartment and carried my bags in. He showed me the bedroom with one king size bed. "You can have the bed and I'll sleep on the couch," Kyle offered. "No need, I shared a bed with my friend Paul all summer so it will be no different." "It might be different, you might not want to share a bed with me when I tell you something I haven't told anyone else but I feel you should know." I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. We've only known one another for less than 24 hours and he's going to tell me something he's never told anyone else? Chris only knew Paul and I was a few weeks and handed over $20,000 to buy cattle. Is there something about me that makes me Mr Trustworthy? "I'm gay," he blurted out as he hung his head. Wow, it won't be the same as with Paul but maybe he can help me through sex withdrawal after the summer I've had with Paul. I'm not sure but I guess I'll find out soon enough. "And I'm a Republican. So what? We all have our deep dark secrets," I laughed. :"You're sure it won't be a problem? I'll definitely keep to my side of the bed and not bother you at all," he promised. "I'm confident this arrangement will work out just fine." Will it ever! My crotch was tingling thinking about sharing a bed with Kyle and wondering, no dare I say hoping, it would be as much fun as it was with Paul. EPILOGUE Looking back years later, Jimmy couldn't help but have warm thoughts about that summer he spent with his best friend Paul. He discovered a new side to himself sexually, he helped start what would become one of the biggest and most successful cattle companies in three counties and had successfully moved from one side of the country to the other to start a new life for himself and his father. The change in Paul served him well when he returned to school that fall. He was so outgoing and improved personal hygiene that he became a very popular guy at school. He joined the FFA (Future Farmers of America) and met a girl he started dating. After graduation they got married and settled in at the farm, eventually building their own house there. She was very into the gardening and growing produce, much like Paul's mother. She expanded the garden and set up a roadside stand to sell the produce directly to customers and dinners alike. No more trips to town. From a small and limited start, the PJC Cattle company was growing bigger and better each year. Paul started having some of the cows butchered and was selling meat at retail from the roadside stand. A few years had passed and they built a small store to replace the stand. It was so successful, they had to hire people to help his wife operate it. Chris became an integral part of the cattle company, spending half his time there and half his time with his veterinary practice. He had to take on a vet in training to handle all his farm calls. He met a young man and the two of them moved in together. It was with the understanding that Chris and Paul would still have Wednesdays at the watering hole to themselves. Paul never told his wife about the activity at the watering hole but she had an idea something was going on and didn't make a big deal about it. She was a strong woman and felt their marriage was solid enough that she had nothing to worry about. She was right. Come winter, Chris and Paul changed watering hole Wednesday to Office Orgasm when they would meet at Chris's office and carry on with their activities. Jimmy started at a new high school and enjoyed meeting new people. After graduation he went to school to study aeronautical engineering and followed in his father's footsteps. He worked under him and they had the best relationship a father and son ever had. Jimmy met a wonderful girl and got married, eventually having two children, a boy and a girl. He would make it a point to go back to visit Paul and Chris at least once a year to check on the cattle company and relive old times. It wasn't until several visits that Paul asked me why Jimmy chose the same date every year to visit. He explained to Paul it was the anniversary of him taking Jimmy's anal cherry. He became teary eyed that Jimmy remembered. He explained to Paul that he told him at the time it was such a big event that he'd never forget it. And he meant it. Paul's dad passed away from heart failure after all those hard years working the farm. Jimmy flew out for the funeral even though Paul told him it wasn't necessary. But Jimmy wouldn't have missed saying goodbye to such a wonderful man. Paul's mom passed a few months later and Jimmy also made the trip to pay his respects to her was well. Oh, and Kyle? Well Jimmy's father had developed an infection in his leg and was in the hospital for a couple weeks longer than expected. So Jimmy and Kyle had extra time to, ahem, get aquatinted. If it's okay with the both of them, I may tell you about that in another story. Hope you enjoyed our time with Jimmy and his friends.