Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2021 00:54:35 -0400 From: Eric Murphey Subject: The Premonition Part 4 I always like to put a little bit here to share with readers about me and my feelings about things. Because I like to know a bit about the writer im reading. Im not sure Im going to do that anymore. Anyway Donate to Nifty. The Premonition Part 4 By Eric Murphey When I wake up it's still dark outside. I look at the old LCD clock I got at a yard sale for a quarter because who would think we would use them again, right? It tells me that it's exactly 6 am. Daybreak is getting later every day, evidence that winter is coming for sure. It's time to start working on getting the garden picked and the produce canned. It will be nice having help with it this year. I am worried we will be deficit-eating this year and will have to grow a lot more next season to make up the difference. I get up even though it's a little early because the donut recipe I found is actually for Polish donuts called Paczki (pronounced "ponch-key"), and it take three rises that would take forever if I didn't know the secret to making dough rise in the microwave. It still takes a good while but a hell of a lot less; it makes the rise time an hour instead of three or four. I heat up the milk and get butter and eggs out to get them to room temperature. I get everything ready and start the process. As I am making them I think it was so much easier before just to buy them, but sadly that is probably a thing of the past. I am hopeful that society rebuilds itself, but I don't have high expectations that it will actually happen. It requires people, and most people are just selfish and think only of themselves. If they would just think about it maybe they would see that it would be better for them and everyone if we worked together to rebuild society. Get rid of the monsters that raped, pillaged and basically did whatever they wanted. Those people will have to go; I'm not sure how, exactly. There are a lot of them, so maybe send them to Texas because it's big and can easily hold all of them. Let them fight it out there and leave decent people alone. One of the last news reports I saw said that about half of all Texans were dead from gun fights. Many of them were protecting themselves and their families, but sadly a lot of them were monsters. I can't imagine it got better in the time since the newscast. I turn on some music and am dancing around while making the donuts. I put it on soft so I don't wake the boys before they are ready to get up. I get them to their third rise after I cut them, and I have the oil heated to 350F. I drop the first three in and grab the powdered sugar and mix it with some water to make a glaze. I also get out a few types of jam to fill them with, because they're just better that way. I get a baker's squeeze bag out and put a tip on it. I pour some in the bag and get it ready. I flip the first three and they are done quickly. I let them cool as I put more in the fryer. I glaze them and poke a hole in and insert some jam into them. They look absolutely amazing, but it certainly is a whole lot of work. By the time I am done I have two dozen of the fried delights done. I think maybe I made too many, but then I reassure myself that with me and three boys, it's pretty certain that not one will go to waste. I get out the milk from the fridge and pour out four glasses. I do put four of the donuts in a bag so the boys and I can take them to our neighbors, because without their eggs the donuts wouldn't have been possible. It's really nice to share, I think. That, and the boys and I need something to do. I go and wake the boys up and tell them donuts are ready. Do you remember on "Back to the Future" when the car left fiery tire tracks behind it? It was something like that with the boys getting up and racing to the kitchen. I put saucers on the table to serve the donuts. Jim is sitting in his seat and he is so excited he is bouncing and clapping his hands, singing about eating donuts. So naturally I join in and we now have a donut song. We all wait until we each have one on our saucer, and we take our first bites at the same time. To say they were good wouldn't cover the thoughts in my head. Amazing, heavenly. downright fucking marvelous almost comes close. The taste of the jam, fried dough and glaze mixed together was totally amazing. It may have taken forever but it was so worth it. I wasn't really surprised when Jim and Jack ate three each and Eddie and I had four. I count that we have six left now, plus the four I put aside for our neighbors. "Daddy, these are so good,"Jim exclaims with glee as he takes another bite. It's amusing to see that all of them have glaze and jam on their faces. Probably I do, too. "I'm glad you guys like them. We aren't going to have them very often because they use a lot of supplies and take a good while to make, too. So these will be for special occasions only. I know you boys started calling me dad as a joke. You really don't have to though. Rick is just fine." Eddie speaks up for the group. "We talked about it last night when you were working on how to make pants. None of us have any real parents left that we know of, and you are treating us like we are your sons. Crap, you are making us pants for crying out loud. How many people would do that for boys they really just met? We can tell that you already care for us, and we care for you, too. It just seems like the right thing to do seeing as how you are taking care of us like a dad, that we call you dad. That and we all know that you want to fuck us really bad and at any time you could have forced any of us or all of us to do it. But you haven't. All you have done is give to us, expecting nothing in return except for us to help to take care of ourselves. So we are most definitely going to call you dad from now on. I think all of our parents would be good with it and not feel slighted by it." "Yeah, and you made us donuts," Jack says, licking the glaze from his fingers. I can't help but smile at them. "I would be honored if you boys call me dad. I really just said it because it was the easiest explanation. But to be completely honest, the last few days you boys have been here have been the best days of my life in a very long time." "For us, too. It was really hard being on our own. We were hungry a lot," Jack says. "I wish I could have known you before; I would have come and gotten you the first day. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." "It' OK. Being on our own taught us to really appreciate things to be honest. Before we were good boys but we were spoiled like most people before. So it wasn't exactly a bad thing," Eddie reflects with a maturity beyond his years. "That is a good way to look at it. Do you boys think you can get the chores done without me so I can get your pants together?" I am answered by a chorus of "yes sir". "Good. I will come and help if I manage to get the pants done before you boys are done with your chores. But I kind of doubt it to be honest; I am still learning how to do this. I may not even get them done today, but I'm going to try. Soon we need to start harvesting the garden and getting it all canned or frozen depending on what it is. Some of it we will do both ways." The boys all give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before they go to do their chores. I get out the sewing machine and I surprise myself that it only takes me an hour to get Jim's pants sewn together. I had bought some zippers because I knew I would eventually need them. That is the hardest part it seems. I put a button on top to fasten them. I look at my sewing skills. They look pretty good, honestly. I used a little extra material in the waist and legs so I can let them out a bit as they grow. It takes me 45 minutes to do Jack's pants and only half an hour for Eddie's. I even put pockets in the pants. I thought about not putting them on but boys need pockets for things they find while playing. I get on a shirt and boots and head outside to help the boys. I'm not surprised that they are almost done. They are good boys and good workers. "So you got our pants done?" Jack asks. "I sure do. Now they don't look exactly like a pair of Levis, but they will do." "Shoot, just having a pair of pants is exciting enough. Don't matter what they look like so long as they work, and keep us warm," Eddie says. "That, my friend, is the goal," I answer. We get done and head into the house. "Let's try on your pants and see if they fit OK, or if I have to make adjustments." We go in and I have the pants sitting on the couch where they usually sit. They each try them on and lo and behold they not only fit, they actually look pretty good too. I can't help that I feel proud I made them. I check and they are tight where they need to be and loose where they ought to be. Maybe I missed my calling? I should have been a jeans maker. "Gosh dad, these feel real nice,"Jack says. "Yeah, thanks daddy," Jim says. I have to be honest, I really love them calling me dad, but especially when Jim calls me daddy, my heart melts. "I want you boys to go get showered up. Then I want to take some of the donuts to the Washingtons because they gave us the eggs we needed to make them. It seems right to share with them." "They are real good, but you're right, we should share with them, daddy." "Yes we should, Jimmy." I say, snatching him up into a hug. I see he has tears in his eyes. "What buddy, whats the matter?" "His mom and dad always called him Jimmy. He hated it, but I guess you saying it made him think about them,"Jack says. Jim has me in a tight hug and isn't letting go. He whispers in my ear, "I know you're not my real daddy. But I love you like you are." Then he kisses my ear. "I love you too, Jimmy." I whisper back. After a minute he breaks the hug and they all go and get in the shower together. I don't need to get them anything so I just get supper started. I slice up about five good sized potatoes and put them in water and into the fridge. I've got plans the boys don't know about. It's a special day for us: a day to celebrate just being alive and surviving, really. A little while later they all come out smiling and shirtless but wearing their new pants. I get some ankle socks for them to wear because they don't have any socks to speak of. I find them some of my smaller t-shirts and they don't look great but it's fine. We all start waking down the street to the Washingtons' farm. Mike is out working in the field and sees us and waves. He meets us as we are walking up their driveway. "We made some donuts with the eggs so we figured it's only right to share some with you two," I offer, handing him the bag. "Donuts and coffee. Are you an angel or something?" he says, laughing and taking the bag from me. "Maybe a devil, but no angel for sure. Let me introduce my other boys to you. This is Jack and this is Jim. Boys, this is Mr Washington." "Its' nice to meet you Mr Washington," Jack and Jim chime. "Just call me Mike, and my wife is Sarah." "No sir, we have manners and it wouldn't be right to call an adult by their first name," Jim declares. "Yes sir, dad taught us manners," Eddie adds. "I wouldn't want you to go against your dad, but how about a compromise? How about Mr W?" The boys look at me and i nod that it's fine. "OK. Mr W.," Jim says. Now I never told them to do this. It must be from their past upbringing, but I like that they are giving me the credit. "Well, come on in. The wife was so excited about seeing you two yesterday. She is going to go apeshit meeting the other boys. Sorry boys, I shouldn't swear around you." "It's OK, sir. Dad isn't above a curse word every so often," Eddie says. "Yeah, and neither are my boys," I say, chuckling. "I figure in this day and age there are more important things to be concerned about than if one of them lets a curse word out." "Yeah, that's no shit," Mike says in agreement. We all walk up on the front porch and follow our host in. "Sarah, we got company!!!" "I hope it's Rick and Eddie. Did he bring the other boys with him?" she shouts from upstairs. "I guess you will have to come and see!!" he shouts back. The boys and I take a seat on the couch. Eddie sits on my left, Jack on my right, and Jim on my lap. Sarah comes down the stairs carrying a box. Mike is quick to get up and take it from her. "I have been in the attic all day going through things I thought your boys might like or need. I saw that Eddies shorts yesterday were not a perfect fit and we have all our children's old clothes packed away. Mike used to give me hell for saving everything, but I always tell him you never know what you might need." "Oh my goodness. You are a godsend for sure. The boys don't have hardly any clothes. I actually made them the jeans they got on today. These are my other two boys, Jim and Jack." I put my hand on each of their heads as I introduce them. "It's nice to meet you Mrs Washington," they both say. "You boys just call me Sarah." "Honey we have been through that. They have been taught to respect their elders." She smiles at the boys. "Look what Mr Martin brought us," he says, holding up the bag of donuts. She puts her hand to her chest. "Oh my goodness, donuts! I think we will have those for dessert. Would you all like to join us for supper tonight?" "Again I appreciate the offer but I have ours already prepped and ready to cook when we get home. We are having a celebration today which is why we made donuts." "What are you celebrating?" "Daddy's birthday." "Oh my, happy birthday." Sarah says. "It was actually a few months ago; I just forgot with everything going on. But we are celebrating it today." "I understand that. Things like that just don't seem as important as they once were," Mike says. "Why don't you boys go through the clothes and see what you can use," Sarah suggests. "Mike, I got six more boxes upstairs for them to go through too. Why don't you go and get them?" He smiles and I follow him upstairs to help bring things down. Sure enough she has six rather large boxes and we carry them all down. She is going through the first box of clothes with the boys and seeing what fits now and what will fit as they grow. She is setting things aside that we can use and piling the ones we can't in a different pile. Some are just too small. When we open the second box I am thrilled to see it is filled with shoes and boots. I look at them and smile. I was about to cry because I was still trying to figure out how to make shoes. I was at a loss, honestly. It seems like every pair in the box either fits one of them now or they will grow into them. The boys have replaced my old t-shirts with their "new" ones. I tell you what, they all three look really good now in their new clothes and each has a pair of cowboy boots that simply look great on them. After nearly an hour of going through things we have a whole set of clothes for each boy. Sweaters and hoodies, t-shirts, pants, and shorts. A couple pair of sneakers each and cowboy boots. I have never seen boys so excited about getting clothes before. Each boy made me proud by thanking her and giving her a hug. I could see that she truly enjoyed the hugs the boys gave her. "I can't just take these things. They have a lot of value now, especially since we can't really get new things anymore. I feel like I must pay you something for them." "Don't be silly, they were just in the attic and I wasn't ever going to use them again. It's nice to know they will be used and appreciated." "More than you know. But how about I bring some more coffee for Mike and some flour and sugar for you?" "You don't have to do that," she says quickly. "Honey, if he wants to give me some coffee I don't think we should stop him." Sarah bursts out laughing. "OK if you want to, but please don't feel like you need to. I don't want you to short yourself on our account." "Um, I don't want to offend you or anything, but before all of this happened I used to grow a little weed to supplement my income. Would you guys be interested in some of that as well?" I see a sly smile on Mikes face. "I take it that's a yes." "Honey, we used to smoke it all the time before our babies were born. But we put it aside when they arrived. It would sure be nice to have a little buzz going on occasion." "Absolutely it is. I tell you guys what. This is a lot of stuff for us to carry. Why don't the boys and I head home and grab my truck and we can carry it all back that way. I haven't driven in months, so even a short trip would be kind of nice. That way I can get some things for you guys too and bring it back with us." "Rick, if you need gas we got plenty here on the farm. I haven't. been using it in the tractors because we don't need to farm as much to make money. Just enough to feed the animals and us." "I may take you up on that in the future but I am pretty sure I got nearly a full tank and seeing as how we don't go anywhere it should last a good long while." "If you need it just ask." "Sure thing. Come on boys, let's get going so we don't have our dinner at midnight." The boys and I walk back to the house and it's nice hearing the clicking of boots on the pavement as we go. I grab three pounds of coffee, a few pounds of sugar, five pounds of flour and a pound of flower (weed). I put it in the truck and the boys and I get in. They all seem excited to take a ride. In truth I hated driving before, but now I am a little excited to drive. We all pile in the front seat together. I thought about having the boys put on seat belts but we are going a mile and I doubt I will get the speed over 30, if that. We cruise back to their house and the boys get the bags of things for them. We are greeted on the porch by our new friends, and Mike lifts out the sack of weed. "Holy cow, we got enough to smoke for a year. This is too much." "Daddy has lots of bags that size and he doesn't hardly smoke it himself. We got some more growing in the greenhouse, too." "Oh well, then I suppose its OK." "I even put a little pipe in the bag I haven't. used yet. I didn't know if you had anything to smoke it in." "Actually, no we didn't. Thanks for thinking ahead." Sarah is thrilled at the sugar and flour. I even put in a little bag of premixed brownie mix. I used to pick them up all the time when they were on special, because I like sweets on occasion and want to have something sweet that's easy to make when I want some. We all start loading the clothes in the truck and before we go Sarah stops us. "Mike, is that box of toys still in the attic of the barn?" "You know that's why I love you. You always remember everything. I think we have a couple. Let me go get them." Jim and Jack can't hide their excitement at the thought of toys. Eddie is hiding it a bit better, but I can see he is thrilled as well. I follow him and Sarah to the barn, and the boys are certainly going to follow us this time. We get the toys and load them up without looking because all toys are fun. "If there is anything the boys don't want we will bring them back, because you just never know when someone else may want them." We head back after the boys all give out hugs and thanks again for their massive haul. The bed of the truck is nearly full. We drive back and I put the truck back in the garage and we unload everything and carry it to their room except for the toys. "I know you boys are excited about the toys, but I want you to put your clothes away first. We have to take good care of them because its hard to say when we can get more." I got no arguments from them. I start to make dinner. I patty up some ground beef I took out this morning and put it in the oven to bake. I pull the potatoes out and I drain the water from them and heat up the oil. I shake the excess water off and drop in a couple handfuls. When they are done I pull them out, put them on a plate, and salt them. I drop in some more and do the same. I slice bread for the hamburgers. I pull out pickles, ketchup and mustard because I don't know what they like on their burgers, but I like all three. I cut up an onion and fry it up on the stove top. I put them in a bowl and sit it on the table. As I am nearing completion the boys come out and announce they got everything put away. I go in to inspect their work and I couldn't have done it better. "You boys did a great job. I'm proud of you." The boys all beam with pride. "Supper is almost done. I made hamburgers and as a treat I made potato chips." "I ain't had chips in ages," Jim says. "Yeah, Jim is a chipaholic. He always had some chips handy," Jack says with a laugh. "I like what I like," Jim says, smiling. I put the burgers on the table that the boys are setting. Eddie gets us all some iced tea. I grab the chips and put a handful on my plate, Jack's, and Eddie's, and two handfuls on Jim's. He looks at me and smiles a huge grin. "Thanks daddy." "You're welcome," I reply as my heart melts. "If you boys want more, we have plenty." "Nah, we will save them for Jim," Eddie says thinking first of his friend, which warms my heart. Or would Jim be his brother now? Either way, its' a nice thing to do. We eat and talk about how good it was they had shoes and boots now, and of course the clothes as well. The clothes I could have learned how to make, but the shoes and boots seemed to be beyond what I could figure out. Now I don't have to. We have a nice meal and the boys do up the supper dishes. When they get done I ask them, "You each have two more donuts. Do you want them now or later?" They all say they are pretty full and will wait. We go into the living room and they start opening the two boxes of toys. I tell you it is a lot of toys, and not crummy ones either. There are many cars and trucks, and a ton of Legos, which excites the boys and me as well. I love me some Legos that's for sure, and apparently they do as well. For the next three hours before bed we all sit at the table and build a little town. By then we all are getting tired and we head to bed. Jim and Eddie go to their room and Jack follows me to mine. Apparently it's now our room, at least to sleep. I don't mind at all; having a young boy sleep naked next to me is not something I will tire of anytime soon. OK, I will never get tired of it. We get undressed and he climbs into bed and covers up. I am not far behind and shut off the light. He snuggles up to me and I drape my arm over him. I feel his boy parts are hard and pressing against me. "Um daddy can you do that again?" "What's that buddy?" I ask, not exactly sure what he means. "You know, suck me." I smile from ear to ear. "I would love to," I say. He slips off me, lays on his back, and I work under the covers. I take his beautiful hard cock into my mouth and slowly work on him. I start to tickle his little hole with my finger and he lifts his legs to give me better access. I gently slip a finger in and start toying with his inner button. It doesn't take too long as young boys don't have staying power, but they can do it 50 times in a day probably. I give him his drymax and I settle back on the bed. He scoots back over and puts his head on my shoulder. "Thank you daddy, that felt good." "Anytime, Jack. Anytime at all." Much to my surprise, he snakes his hand down and starts to stroke my cock. "You don't have to do that." "I want to. It's only fair you did something for me." "So long as you don't feel you have to." He doesn't answer as he moves a bit and keeps stroking me. I push the covers off so I don't mess them up. We still have a couple more days on these sheets before I wash them. As worked up as I was from sucking him off it only takes me a couple of minutes to shoot my load, and what an epic load it was. I don't think I have ever cum that much or that hard before. As I lay there panting, Jack slides up, grabs a couple of tissues from the night stand, and cleans up my mess. Seems like these boys are always cleaning up after me. He covers us both back up and kisses me on the cheek. "You're a good daddy and you deserved a nice reward." "Thank you. I really liked that a lot." "Anytime daddy. Anytime at all," he mimics, and I hear his breathing go softer and then his little whistle snore. After my massive cum it doesn't take me very long either. I dream all night about little fingers wrapped around my cock. I woke up in the middle of the night and in his sleep Jack again had his hand wrapped around my cock. It felt really nice and I managed to get back to sleep easier than I thought I would.