Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 21:16:31 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Gravediggers' Sons

                      THE GRAVEDIGGERS' SONS
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

[This story is one of my "Rogue Moon" stories, and as such, deals with
characters under the age of 18 years of age.  While I have taken out
explicit age references for Nifty, there are implicit factors in this story
that will reveal this nature.  If this sort of storyline offends you,
please do not read any further.]
     I was by my Daddy's side when we got to the place. Kind of creepy,
going to live in a house that was right on the edge of a cemetery, and we
had to walk through part of the cemetery to get to the front door. But I
wasn't going to gripe about Daddy's new job, this was 1930 and Daddy had
been out of work for nearly six months, we were moving from a Hooverville
where we'd been living out of a tent and going to a house, a real
house. The people on the bus had acted funny when we got off here with our
bags, and they were whispering about us. "The new gravedigger" is what
they'd called Daddy. Well, Daddy would be digging graves here, but he'd
also be tending the grounds, pulling the weeds, trimming the hedge that
surrounded the whole cemetery, and so on. Not much money, but a fully
furnished house, the pay would be enough for food and a little left over
after that. Not bad at all for a family of two (Mom and my sisters had died
in an accident when I was only three, I barely remembered them) in the
heart of the Depression, you have to admit.
     A house we'd have to share, that is, Daddy and I got to the door and
we knocked. There was a rattle of chain and the door opened and both Daddy
and I kind of stood there with our mouths open.
     Nobody had told us that the other gravedigger was black! His son stood
right behind him, and he was about my age. I'd be sharing his room, his
bed! And he was black!
     My Daddy is a big, strong man but the man on the other side of the
door was at least as big as my Daddy, maybe even bigger!
     "Hello!" the black man said. "You must be the new gravedigger. Come on
in, my name is Evan Farmer, and this is my boy, Trent." He thrust out a
huge paw of hand in greeting.
     Dad hesitated only an instant before he took the hand and shook
it. "I'm Jacob Lang and this is my boy Charley." Daddy then told Evan my
age.
     "My boy's your age." Evan remarked.
     I brightened at that. "Maybe we'll be going to the same school!" I
said.
     The look on Evan's face was kind of strange. "Nope, you'll go to the
white school. Trent goes to the colored school on the other side of town."
     "Oh." I said, disappointed. "That sucks."
     "Yes." Dad agreed, again after a hesitation. "That does suck."
     "It certainly does." Evan said and his face split into a grin wide as
all outdoors. And the two men shook hands again. "Come on in, I got some
fried chicken will be ready in another half hour.  You two go get settled
in."
     Trent stuck out a hand to me. "Come on, I'll show you our room!"
     I took Trent's hand and he led me into the room we'd be sharing from
now on. Right then, I knew the four of us would be getting along just fine.
     The bed was a regular-sized bed, but it would be big enough for the
two of us. Trent said my dad's bed and his dad's bed were the same. The
room also held a closet and a fair-sized dresser with four drawers, Trent
said he'd clear two of them for me to use. I suggested we share each drawer
half-and-half, and that made Trent grin like Evan had. "Maybe we could just
toss them all in together, use what we need when we need it!"
     "Fine with me." I grinned back at him.  We finished putting everything
away, all together like we were brothers instead of just two kids and
making plans to play together after school each day.  Dinner was mostly Dad
and Evan talking about their job duties, they'd have to dig a grave
tomorrow morning, the service would have the mourners arriving at eleven
o'clock, but they'd fill the grave before lunch, then have the afternoon to
work on the cemetery itself. The summer had been hard on the grass, but it
was growing again with the recent rains and one of them would have to trim
the hedges on the north end of the cemetery while the other ran the mower,
a hand push-job that was much harder work. Whichever one cut the grass
could knock off in time to meet the two of us when we got out of
school. I'd get home about three thirty, because I'd be taking the bus,
Trent would have to walk and wouldn't get home until more like four
fifteen, longer if he stopped to play with kids. Dad and Evan flipped a
coin and Dad got the hedge trimming job while Evan would cook for us. I
said that we all won because Evan's cooking was a lot better than Dad's,
and Dad laughed, didn't disagree. It was really good fried chicken.
     After eating, Dad and Evan both agreed that we kids would need a bath
before getting into bed. The house had a nice-sized bathtub, but we had to
haul water to it, heating some of it on the stove to add to it. Trent and I
agreed to share the tub so we could both get clean and get hot water (and
clean water) to wash with. I have to admit I was curious what a black kid
would look like naked. Trent was equally curious about me, because soon as
we both were naked, he was staring down at me the way I was staring down at
him, two young boys gawking at each other's wienies.
     We got into the tub facing each other, our legs interlaced to some
extent, and Trent gave me a washrag, took another and we both commenced to
scrubbing them with the rather harsh gray soap to work up a lather. I began
to wash myself, as did Trent but we still kept looking down at each other's
dicks. We really looked just alike, our bodies, both thin and wiry, and I
looked up at Trent, and we both suddenly grinned.
     "Guess we both look alike, don't we?" Trent said.
     "Yeah, except for the hair." Trent's was short and curled so tight it
looked like a black sponge.  Mine was light brown and wavy. "It looks like
a lot of wires. Does it feel that way?"
     "No, no, it's soft."
     "Can I feel it?"
     "Sure, go ahead." And I did, putting my hand on his head. He was
right, it was soft as anything, like a soft velvet cushion and I laughed,
mashing down on it and feeling it spring right back up. Trent reached up
and put his fingers through my hair, feeling how, unlike his, the hairs
gave way, and he could thread his fingers into it and each hair remained
separate and silky (he said that, not me) and we giggled.
     It was completely natural after that, that we would keep on touching
each other. My object was the same as his, we got hold of each other's puds
pretty quickly. Our hands were busy and the two of us, giggling, wanked
each other, the water splashing noisily as our hands and arms moved on each
other. Trent began to gasp and grunt and then I did, too and we hit our
climaxes just like that, ended up panting and totally holding each other,
our dicks pushed together.
     "I'm going to like sharing my bed with you, Charley." Trent said, then
he said, startled, "Oh, Mr. Lang!"
     I looked around and saw my Daddy standing in the doorway, looking at
us, and I could tell, looking at him, that he had seen enough to know just
what we had been doing.
     "Sorry for bothering you kids." he said. "Just came in to make sure
you two were getting clean. Make sure you scrub all over, okay?"
     He left and a bit later, I heard Evan burst out laughing and knew my
Daddy had told on us.  But neither of them came back in as we shame-facedly
finished our bath, so I guess they weren't going to punish us. We got in
bed after that and when Trent's hand came over and got hold of my dick
again, just holding it, I suddenly felt a lot better. I got hold of his and
the two of us fell asleep soon after that.
     The next morning, my father cooked us breakfast and we ate it and
headed out for our classes.  Poor Trent had to walk nearly an hour to his
school, but it started a bit later to let people like him get to it on
time. Me, I went out and waited for the bus to take me to school.
     The other boys and girls waiting at the bus stop ignored me, wouldn't
talk to me. I was the new kid, and didn't think a lot about it, but then on
the bus, nobody wanted me to sit next to them. I ended up in an empty seat
and ignored all the way to class, except for some looks and whispers and
giggles. They were making fun of me. Of me! I usually didn't have any
trouble making friends, but this was confusing me. Until I heard it. "The
gravedigger's son." That was me.  They were saying it like you'd say
"ghoul" or "weirdo" or "gimp." Kind of creepy, kind of sick.  Me.
     It was the same way at school. Everyone was nice until they learned
who I was, then they avoided me. Lunchtime was lonesome, and someone put a
frog in my desk, when I lifted it up to get out my book, it jumped out and
startled me and everyone laughed. Going to be a long, long school year,
unless I could convince the kids that I was just like everyone else, and
living at a cemetery and living with a black man and black kid, that wasn't
going to be easy or quick.
     I got to the house and heard some noise over at the side. Just a
rattling and a rush of water, but it was enough to get me curious.
     I looked around and it was Evan, stripped to the waist and pushing a
big rag into a basin of water. He was sweaty and dirty-looking. Between
digging and filling in a grave and then cutting grass, he had worked up a
lot of sweat and got hit with a lot of clippings and dust by the day.
     He lifted the wet rag up to his face and wrung it out, and it rushed
over his body, all hot and sweating, sending a wash of cooling water over
him. He let out a lusty sigh of contentment at the feel and then he saw me
and jerked, and the water kept flowing and flooded his trousers with their
wetness. I think he'd intended to stop wringing it in time to prevent that
for he grunted, "Shit!"  softly and then said, "Didn't see you there,
Charley."
     "Sorry." I said. "I just got home from school and heard you back
here. Why don't you use the bathtub?"
     "I'm going to." he said. "Just wanted to cool off and get some of this
crud off me outside first."
     "I'll go inside and start drawing the water for you then." I said,
determined to be helpful to him.
     He came in as I was pouring the water into the bathtub. "You and Trent
are getting along real good, I hear."
     "Yeah, he's great!" I said. Then, the bitterness of the day rushed
over me and I said, "Looks like he's the only friend I'm going to have
around here."
     "You too, huh?"
     "They do it to Trent, too?" I asked.
     "Yeah." Evan said. "Happens a lot to kids whose parents work in
cemeteries. Kind of surprised to see you and your dad were white, usually
they get us blacks to do these kind of jobs."
     "Well, Dad hasn't had a job in over six months." I said. "He was ready
to take any job he could get." Then I stopped, that didn't sound nice. "But
I do like being here. I like you. And I like Trent."
     "I like you, too, Charley." Evan said. "Thanks for drawing me a bath."
     I saw he was dripping on the floor. "Better get out of those pants and
in the bathtub. You're dripping."
     "Guess I'd better." He said and pulled the string that held his pants
up at the waist. He let go of it and his pants promptly pooled around his
ankles, and he wasn't wearing anything under it.
     I goggled at the thick sausage he had dangling down in the place where
my wiener was. It was like a totally different organ, even Trent's hadn't
prepared me for that. "Gosh!" I said without meaning to.
     "Never seen a man's willy before?" He asked me.
     "Nu-uh." I agreed.
     "I thought you would have seen them by now, the way you and Trent were
going at it, according to your daddy." he opined.
     I shook my head, not embarrassed now, the way he had smiled and
treated it so casually. "No, never seen it." I realized I was holding an
empty water bucket. "I'll go get some more water."
     I only had to carry it from the kitchen so I was back in no time, and
he was sitting in the bathtub. With only one bucket in it, he might as well
have been sitting on a chair.
     "Come on, pour it in." he urged me. "It's been so hot today, I'm ready
for a cold bath."
     So I upped the bucket and poured it over his body and he grunted,
because the water really was awfully cool, almost cold. "Brrrr!" he
shivered.
     "I got some water heating on the stove." I told him. "We can add it
soon as it warms up some more."
     "Sounds good to me." He got up from the tub. "I'm going to have to
wait for it after all, looks like." And he stood there on the rug next to
the bathtub, naked and wet. "So I guess I just stand here and let my willy
hang out until then, huh?"
     He grinned at me and I grinned back and I guess I felt bold enough to
do what I did next, which I walked over to him and just grabbed hold of his
dick. I know he was at least hoping that I'd do it. After all, I'd done it
with his son the night before, why wouldn't I jump at a chance with a real
man? All he did was moan and his cock sprang up and started getting hard in
a hurry. Two or three strokes of my hand and it was standing out at full
size.
     "My God!" I breathed when I saw it then. My hand barely fit all the
way around it and it was long, too! Long and fat and hard, the head was a
purplish color, and bulbous like a turnip or a beet, and the central slit
wept out a huge thick pearl of clear fluid which reached down and drooped
in a teardrop shape toward the floor.
     "Oh, yeah, uh, uh, uhhhhh!" Evan groaned. "Man, yeah, come on, pump
that pud, pump it for me, Charley, ahhhh, yeahhhhh!"
     I was happy to oblige him but then that thick droop of fluid managed
to sling itself over and slop onto my hand, it promptly dislodged from his
cock and stuck to my hand instead, dangling from there.
     I caught the drip in my other hand's palm and lifted it up. I could
see now it wasn't entirely clear, there was a shiny mother-of-pearl swirl
inside it. I just looked at it and went, "Wow!"
     "Another drip's coming out on you, catch it, too, Charley." advised
Evan. I obediently did so and his next words surprised me, "Now taste it."
     "Taste it?"
     "Lick it off your hand, it's good for you. Make you grow up big and
strong." Evan said.
     "Like my Daddy?"
     "Yeah, just like your Daddy. Or like me." Evan flexed me a muscle on
one broad arm, the water made that bicep glow in a beatiful dark-dark-brown
sheen.
     To be like that, have an arm like that, yeah! I lifted the drips of
spunk up and my tongue flicked out and scarfed it up. There wasn't a lot of
it but I got a taste. All salty and sticky and more, it had an almost meaty
element to it. "Nice." I said as I savored the flavor. "Real nice." And I
saw another pearl of it forming on his slit and I reached down and sucked
it directly off his cockhead.
     "Ohhhh, ahhh, yeahhhhh!" he moaned loudly, and I realized that he had
loved the feel of my lips on his cock, so I went back and took it in my
mouth again, this time the entire bulb of his glans went into my mouth.
     "Yeah, oh, yeah, suck on it, Charley, suck on it for me!" Evan
moaned. "Oh, God, yeahhh!"
     His hands came down and his words, laced and weakened by his passion,
instructed me on how to please him. Soon I had the glans and part of the
shaft in my lips and was milking at him steadily, in a way that he was
moaning and his hands held me steady and helped me dive deeper than my own
efforts alone would manage.
     Then his hands clenched me tight and he began to fuck at my face in a
hurry and then he roared and his load shot into my mouth, all hot and thick
and gooey and filled with the heavy musky flavor that I'd only sampled
before, and it was as wonderful as ice cream, only ice cream is cold and
this was warm, warm, WARM!
     And I gulped at it hard and more flowed out and I gulped it, too, and
soon I had it controlled and I was drinking it down as he pumped it out and
then he was done, panting hard, and he moaned and then his hands released
me and settled on my shoulders, holding him up, a heavy weight but only
briefly, then he recovered and with a sudden surge, he was reaching down
and scooping me up and lifted me to his lips and he kissed me, hard, long
and warm.
     "Oh, God, you were so good, so fucking good!" he groaned as he let my
lips go. "Oh, God, yeah!"
     I smiled at him, at his simple open pleasure. "I was good, wasn't I?"
     "You sure were." he assured me, lowering me down. "Now I need a bath
more than ever, oh, whew!" For his efforts while I had sucked him had made
him sweat again.
     I fetched more water for him and then hot water from the stove, there
was a big pot that was used for nothing but heating bath water, for
gravediggers work hard and need to bathe a lot.
     While he was washing himself, I looked at the clock. Time for Trent to
get home. Past time.  "I'm going to go look for Trent." I said.
     "He'll be coming through the graveyard." Evan advised. "He may be out
there talking to your daddy right now, even."
     "Yeah?"
     "Yeah." Evan grew a bit quieter. "Being the gravedigger's son isn't
easy on a kid. None of the other kids want to play with you, they think you
spend all your time handling rotting bodies and human bones, and it's all
mixed up in their head with ghouls and devils. No kid will want to play
with you, unless you're really, really lucky.  I'm glad Trent will have you
to play with from now on."
     "And you, too."
     He laughed, then grew serious again. "Yeah, the women in town are the
same way. Working with the dead creeps everyone out. They sniff at me like
they think they'll smell a corpse on me."
     "You must be awful lonely."
     "Yeah." he sighed. Then smiled at me. "But now you and your Daddy are
here with me and Trent, and we all got friends."
     "Yeah. I'm going to go find Trent now."
     "Good thing. Supper will be ready in another hour or so."
     I walked out into the graveyard and really, it wasn't creepy at
all. All the graves nice and neat and clean, with flowers and white marble
or gray granite markers around. I didn't feel any ghosts hanging around at
all.
     But when I saw the white thing hanging from a tree branch, for a
moment, I thought I was seeing a ghost! Then the wind caught it and I
realized what I was seeing was my Daddy's shirt. He must have gotten hot
while trimming the hedge and taken it off. But it told me which way to go
to find him, I'd ask if he had seen Trent. I got a little closer and then I
heard them.
     "Oh, ah, yeah, ah!" It was my Daddy. And it was coming from the bushes
next to that same tree.
     I got there and I saw my Daddy lying on the ground and Trent was
busily sucking my Daddy's cock. Daddy was moaning and writhing under
Trent's motions and as I got closer, my Daddy moaned and said, "Oh, oh, I'm
coming, I'm coming, OH, OH, HUH-UH-UH-KUH-HUHHHHH!"  and he squirmed under
Trent's mouth and Trent was coughing and he pulled off and more of my
Daddy's spunk squirted onto his face and then Trent locked back on and
caught the rest of it.
     I was amazed at this and stood where I was, Daddy was panting and
breathing hard and he sat up and said, "Man, Trent, that was so good, I
can't remember when I had a blowjob so good!"
     And then he saw me standing there. "Oh, God, Charley!"
     I grinned and waved. "Hi, Daddy! Hi, Trent!"
     "How long have you been standing there?"
     "Enough to see Trent sucking your cock." I said.
     "Oh, God!"
     "It's okay, Daddy." I assured him. "I was just sucking Evan's cock
back at the house. He taught me how to do it."
     Daddy looked shocked, but here wasn't a lot he could say about
it. After all, Evan's son was just sucking his cock. His mouth opened and
closed a time or two, then Trent started laughing and after a while, my
Daddy grinned wryly. "Well, I guess what goes around, comes around.  Should
have expected it when I caught you two in the bathtub."
     "Now I caught you." I agreed. "And we're even."
     "Yeah. We're even." Daddy agreed.
     Trent had wiped his face clean with his handkerchief and I said to
him, "You want to go play now, Trent?" I asked him.
     Trent had been friendless for a long time, I knew. He jumped at the
chance. "Sure, let's go!"
     We were back at the house when Daddy came in from working on the
hedges and Evan was cooking supper. I expected them to talk about what had
happened, but neither of them said a single word. It puzzled me and when we
got in bed and heard our daddies doing the same, I said to Trent, "You
know, it's kind of silly how my Daddy and yours haven't said anything about
us."
     "Yeah, it's weird." Trent agreed.
     "We're going to have to do something to get them talking, I guess."
     "We're going to have to get them to do more than talking." Trent said.
     "So what do you have in mind."
     "Come on." Trent said and the two of us, both naked because we slept
that way, got up and went into Evan's room. Evan was sitting in bed,
reading a book, and he looked over at us. "What's wrong with you two? Can't
sleep?"
     "Sort of. Can you come with us, Daddy?" Trent said.
     "Uh, sure!" Evan got out of bed and he was as naked as we kids were,
but when he made a move to get his pants, Trent caught him.
     "No, Daddy, come on, now." he urged.
     The three of us trooped into Daddy's bedroom and he was in bed. "Now
we're all together."  Trent declared.
     "So what's the emergency here? Evan asked.
     Trent said to his Daddy. "Earlier today, Daddy, you had Charley suck
your cock." Evan got a look of panic and he started to speak, but Trent
continued, "But what you don't know is, when Charley came to get me, he
found me sucking his daddy's cock."
     Evan looked at Dad and Dad looked at Evan. "He was sucking your cock?"
Evan asked my dad.
     "Yeah." Dad admitted to him. "Charley told me about the two of you
right after that, when I saw him watching us. I hadn't said nothing ,
'cause I didn't know what to say, how you'd feel about it."
     "I didn't know how you'd feel about it, too." Evan confessed. "How do
you feel about it?"
     "How do you?" Dad countered.
     "How do you, Daddy?" Trent asked his father.
     Evan looked down at his son, then over at my Daddy, and he suddenly
reached down and picked up his son in his arms. "Pull down those covers for
me, Charley." He told me.
     I did and my Daddy was now as uncovered as the rest of us. Nobody
sleeps with clothing on in the hot months and it was still awfully
warm. Evan placed Trent between Daddy's legs and said, "Now get to sucking
that dick, boy!"
     Trent took hold of my Daddy's cock and slid the hardening rod into his
mouth. Daddy just closed his eyes and groaned. I reached for Evan's cock,
but his hand pushed me away. So I kept still and waited to see what would
happen.
     Evan watched his son avidly as Trent sucked on him and just as he was
getting into his rhythm and Daddy was moaning, he reached down and pulled
his son off my daddy's cock. Trent made a wordless sound of protest, but
then his father had him in a hold where Trent's ass was dangling down and I
watched in awe as he lowered that ass down at my father's cock.
     Daddy was watching that with astonishment but when Trent's brown ass
touched my Daddy's white cock, he moaned anew, and so did Trent as my Dad's
cock began to push inside him.
     "Oh, oh, Daddy, oh!" he moaned as he went downwards. "Oh, oh, it's so
big, it hurts, Daddy, it hurts!"
     "Hush, baby, it's going to take some getting used to." Evan assured
his son. "Just close your eyes and relax and let it go inside."
     "Aw, fuck, man, I don't believe it, you're pushing your son down onto
my cock! Oh, God!" my Daddy groaned.
     His father kept lowering Trent until a good part of my Daddy's prong
was inside his ass, then he lowered his son on down and sat him on Daddy's
stomach and the two of them were set up to fuck.
     "Now, how about you tell your son to get to lubing up my cock so I can
fuck him?" Evan suggested.
     I looked at my Dad, with Trent's ass wrapped around his prick, and he
said, "Charley, get to lubing him up so he can fuck you."
     Wide-eyed, I complied, and I knew I'd better put a lot of spit on
it. I was practically slobbering on him. Trent was still moaning atop my
Dad, but he had begun to move a little, when Evan pulled my head away and
said, "Okay, now I'm going to fuck your son while you watch."
     He bent me over the side of the bed and standing behind me, he aimed
for my ass. I felt that huge plum of a cockhead touch my asshole and I
groaned. "Oh, oh, Daddy!" I breathed. "Daddy, I don't know if I can take
it, he's so big."
     "I'll be slow as I can." Evan assured me. "Once you take it, you can
keep taking it."
     "It's the truth." My Daddy agreed. "Take it for me, Son. Take his cock
the way his son is taking mine."
     So I held still while Evan slowly wormed that huge schlong into me. By
the time he got it into me, Trent was actively bobbing up and down on my
Dad's cock, taking the whole thing and his moans were pure pleasure.
     Evan had the glans and a bit more in my ass, and that was when I felt
it. The glans was touching a place inside me that was as pleasurable as my
cock being touched! I moaned and Evan heard me and he chuckled. "Yeah,
that's the ticket, Charley. Now we get busy."
     I looked over at Daddy and he looked at me and I grinned and he
grinned. "Yeah, Son, take that fat black cock." he urged me. "Give him a
ride better'n his son is giving me."
     I didn't know about that but I held on while Evan's thrusts slowly got
faster and deeper and that made the strokes of his glans over that place
inside me even better. He and I were in full fucking fury when my Daddy
groaned and yelped, "I'm coming, Trent, I'm coming!"
     "Take it, Son, take all that come!" Evan urged.
     "Yeah, Daddy, give it to him!" I chimed in.
     And my Daddy roared and spurted up and I watched the come gushing out
of Trent's ass as my Daddy shot it into his ass, and it was dripping down
and out and onto my Daddy's balls.
     Trent moaned and when Daddy finished, he fell down and rested on my
Daddy's chest.
     And Evan grunted, "Oh, shit, that's so hot, so fucking hot, I'm coming
now, I'm coming!"
     I felt my own body rising in the way a boy feels orgasm and I said,
"Me, too, me, too!"
     "Ah-huh-HUH-GUH-UH, GUHHHH-HUHHNNNNNKKKKKKH!" Evan's cock blasted into
me and I shuddered in my pleasure as he did so, Evan's hands lifted me
upwards and forward, and then he and I were lying across the bed like that,
him lying on me and me on my Daddy's legs.
     "Oh, oh, oh, man!" Evan breathed at me. "So fucking hot."
     "This is great, man, great!"
     "Yeah, man, yeah." Evan agreed.
     "I know I can sleep now."
     Evan lifted up and his cock was jammed into me still and he picked me
up and held me like that to his chest in one broad strong arm and the other
lifted the covers up over my Daddy and his son still lying joined on the
bed. "We'll leave you two alone, then. Come on, Charley, you're sleeping
with me from now on."
     And he carried me, still impaled on his dong, into his bed and lowered
me down and that was how I was to sleep from now on.
     Being a gravedigger's son can be a lonesome thing. But when there's
two of you, you can share the burden and make things a whole lot better!

                             THE END
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