Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 23:49:18 EST
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Surviving the Depression - 11

This is the 11th chapter in my story about sex between men during the
depression

Any comments will be appreciated, send to chartoe@aol.com


		       Surviving the Depression - 11

	When Dad and I got to bed the sex was fast and quick, I guess me
telling Dad about Mr. Smith had really worked him up.  I was still horny
but satisfied and felt it was better to get as much sleep as possible.
	We got out of bed and proceeded to go through another day of
picking vegetables.  There was nothing out of the ordinary that day and Joe
and I met at lunch and made plans to go to the little local show.  It only
opened one night a week and I believe the movie that was showing had been
there for at least a month.
	We didn't really care about the show it was just the fact that we
would be together before Joe had to leave.  Dad and I picked Joe up after
work and twe went by the cafe and Dad told us to order whatever we wanted
that he was paying.
	Even though we could have had anything we wanted the both of us
ordered hamburgers with the works as Dad had a healthy meal.  The waitress
brought us both large pieces of pie and said that they were on the house.
She said she knew that Joe was leaving and she and the owner wanted him to
have a good bye dessert on them.
	As we finished our meal we thanked the others and walked down to
the old movie house.  Dad stayed at the cafe and talked with the owner and
the waitress.
	Just as we figured there was only a couple of people in the movie
house and they were about as interested in the movie as we were.  I reached
over and started rubbing my hand on Joe's crotch.  He sat there enjoying
the feeling but all at once pulled my hand away and said that he wanted to
continue but if they did it would only make his leaving harder.  He said he
just wanted to watch the movie and then walk around afterwards and talk.
	The movie was just as boring as we figured so I suggested we that
we leave.  We walked over to Mr. Balkin's store to say goodbye to Stan.  He
and Mr. Balkin were apparently busy when we knocked on the door as we
noticed the sweat on Mr. Balkin's shirt and it wasn't hot inside.  He
looked a little embarrassed but I just grinned at him and he told Stan that
he could go walking around with us if he wanted to.  Mr. Balkin knew that
whatever they were doing, they could finish when Stan got back.
	The three of us walked around for about two hours and figured we
had better start back so everyone could get some sleep and go to work the
next day.  Stan hugged Joe and told him he would never forget him for
saving him from the men at the camp.  Joe and I walked back to the cafe
where Dad was waiting on us.  We rode back to the camp in silence and I got
out of the truck when Joe did and told Dad that I would walk back to the
shack.  We got out and walked over to Grandma's tent because we both
noticed a lamp still burning inside.  She was cleaning some vegetables she
would be using the next day.
	Joe told her that he didn't know if he would see her the next day
but wanted to be sure to thank her for all the help she had been to him and
his family.  She started crying as she hugged him and told him she hoped
that he and his family were able to find a good home and settle down.  As
we left I noticed her wiping her face and then going back to her cleaning.
	Joe and I shook hands as I started back home even though we both
wanted to hug each other we didn't know who would be watching.  We both
said we could say our goodbyes the next day after work.
	When I made it back to the shack Dad was all ready in bed and I
thought he was asleep.  As I climbed into bed he reached over and pulled me
close to him and just held me as we both drifted off to sleep.
	At lunch the next day Dad left for a while but when he returned I
noticed he had a big basket of fruit sitting on the truck seat.  I was sure
it was for Joe and his family and was a little disappointed that I had not
gotten something for them also.  After work I talked Dad into stopping in
town as I went into the store and purchased a few items.
	We drove back to the camp and pulled up beside Joe and his family
as they were packing up the last of the items they were carrying with them.
A lot of the things they had accumulated at the camp would be of no use in
a real home, so they had let the people around them take anything they
thought they might need.
	Dad went up to Joe's mother and father and gave them the basket of
fruit and said it was something they could snack on during their trip.
They thanked Dad and I found Joe and gave him the items I had purchased for
him and the kids.  I had bought several composition books, some envelopes,
stamps, colors and coloring books.  I told him that the paper, stamps, and
envelopes were for him to write me and I had written the address he could
use to mail it to me.  The colors and coloring books were for his brothers
and sisters to give them something to do until they made new friends.
	We helped them finish what little packed they had left and then
waved to them as they pulled off.  We were happy and sad at the same time.
	When we got back to the shack I could tell that Dad had something
he wanted to talk to me about but wasn't sure how to start.  He moved
around and would mumble something but never really just talk.
	"Ok, Dad what is bothering you?"  I asked.
	This seemed to get the ball rolling and he told me that he had
received a letter from his wife and she was making plans to come out and
see the cafe.  She wanted to move also, but he didn't know what to tell her
about me.
	"You don't have to tell her anything about us if you don't want
to."  I said.  "Besides if it is going to be trouble I don't want you to
say anything."  I continued.
	"When is she planning on coming out?"  I asked.
	"She will be here this weekend, but I can't have her come stay at
the shack."  He said.
	"What are you planning on doing?"  I asked.
	"The owner of the cafe said we could stay in the apartment in the
back of the cafe, that he hadn't been using it and it only needed a little
cleaning."  He said.  "The big problem is what are we going to do with you
while she is here."  Dad said.
	"Hey, why don't I ask Mr. Thompson if he could take me out to
Mr. Smith's ranch for the weekend?"  I offered.
	"That might work, but we may have to make some long range plans and
very quickly if my wife wants to stay here."  Dad said.
	We both went to bed feeling a little tired from all the things that
were happening around us.  Dad pulled me close to him as we slept through
the night.  We didn't have much to say to each other the next morning, we
both knew that the way of life we had been living was coming to a quick
close.  We got through the day's work and headed to the cafe to make
arrangements and to clean the apartment.
	The owner had all ready done some cleaning and the apartment was
completely furnished.  We did a little dusting and Dad made a list of items
he needed to purchase for the weekend.  While he was at the store I went to
the bank to talk to Mr. Thompson about taking me to Mr. Smith's ranch.
Mr. Thompson said it would be no problem and that I was welcome to stay at
the ranch as long as I wanted.  I filled him in on Dad's situation and he
said he needed to talk to Dad that maybe he could help if he decided to buy
the cafe.
	When I caught back up to Dad he was happy with what Mr. Thompson
had told me and seemed to be a little relieved.  We took the items back to
the cafe and left them there.  We made plans to return to the cafe right
after work so Dad could talk to Mr. Thompson, and I would be ready to head
out to the ranch.
	We got through the next day of work and had gone back to the bank
to talk to Mr. Thompson.  Dad let me off at the cafe and told me to double
check the apartment and make sure there was nothing that we might have
missed the day before.  He said he needed to talk to Mr. Thompson about
some financial arrangements concerning the possible purchase of the cafe.
I was told to just hang around the cafe until Dad got back.
	I walked through the apartment but couldn't find anything that Dad
or his wife might need for the weekend.  I was beginning to feel a little
lonely when I started realizing that at least for the weekend that Dad and
I would be apart.  This had not happened since he had given me a ride out
here.  I felt a little better when I thought about all the things that I
had been able to do since coming out here.  My grandparents had been able
to keep their home and work the old farmland.  I had accumulated quite a
sum of money, but I finally came to understand that with all the friends
that I had, I didn't really have a family.
	Feeling a little sorry for myself I decided to treat myself to a
milkshake at the cafe.  I sat there drinking my shake and talking to the
waitress.  I was wondering what she was going to do if Dad decided to buy
the cafe.  She told me that Dad had all ready said that he would need her
to stay and work for him, if he did purchase the place.  The owner was
wanting to sale out and move up state where he had family.
	Dad walked in and motioned for me to come to the door.  He patted
me on the back and said that everything looked good and that Mr. Thompson
was waiting for me in his car at the bank.  I turned around, waved at the
waitress, and took my bag of clothes from the truck and ran off toward the
bank.
	Mr. Thompson was waiting and smiled at me when I got in.  We
chatted about Dad and how it looked like he was going to buy the cafe if
his wife agreed.  He told me that Dad had talked to him about getting a
loan to purchase the cafe and if what his wife had said was true they would
have no problem getting the loan.
	I was still feeling a little lonely so I moved in next to
Mr. Thompson and rested my head against his arm.  He looked at me and I
guess he figured something was bother me, so he asked what had gotten me in
such a depressed state.  I let him know that if Dad got the cafe and his
wife moved out that I would have to find some place to stay.  He just
looked at me and said, "I don't think you have to worry about that, I know
of at least three people who would love for you to stay with them."
	I started to ask him whom he was talking about but really didn't
want to have to think about it at that time.  We rode for about half an
hour before we came to a big stone gateway and turned in.  There was some
brand on top of the gate, but I wasn't paying much attention at the time.
He drove for about another ten minutes before I was able to see the ranch
house.
	"Does all this land belong to Mr. Smith?"  I asked as we got closer
to the ranch.
	"All of this and a lot more."  Mr. Thompson said.
	He then began to fill me in on Mr. Smith and how he had no
immediate family and was actually a very lonely man.  He had been too
scared to marry when he was younger because he thought that the women he
went out with were only after his money.  The two of them had met on a
hunting trip and had sort of hit it off.  Mr. Thompson said that he and
Mr. Smith had been like lovers for about six months before Mr. Thompson
found out who he actually was and what he was worth.
	Mr. Thompson said that he had managed to get a job offer several
hundred miles away.  When he told Mr. Smith about it, he built the bank in
town and gave the position of bank manager to Mr. Thompson.  This way
Mr. Thompson had a job and didn't have to leave Mr. Smith.  Mr. Smith had a
house in town that Mr. Thompson lived in and the two of them could be
together when they wanted.  This had gone on for many years until Mr. Smith
had started having his sexual problems.  Mr. Thompson said that Mr. Smith
had continued to come see him but it was more frustrating for Mr. Smith
than fun and he had found different reasons not to come and visit.
	Mr. Thompson said he didn't know if Mr. Smith was better but if I
could give him some sexual satisfaction that it pleased the both of them.
Mr. Thompson said that he was going to spend the weekend with Mr. Smith and
he and I hoped it was pleasing for all three.
	As we pulled up in front of the main house I couldn't believe the
size of the ranch.  A man opened the door to the car and asked if he could
help carry my bag inside for me.  I was a little surprised but Mr. Thompson
said it was all right that it was the man's job.  We both went inside as
the man tended to our luggage.  Mr. Smith met us at the door and shook our
hands and told us how happy he was that we would be spending the weekend
with him.  He gave me a warm hug and then looked around to see if anybody
was watching.
	"Have to be careful, the help here does not know that I like men."
He said.
	We went on into the main living area and sat down as a woman
brought us some cool tea.  We sat around and Mr. Thompson informed
Mr. Smith about the plans that Dad was making and the possible position
that I was in.  He glanced at me and I felt a little embarrassed and I
guess he could tell as he rose up and came and sat down beside me.
	"Kid if things go like I think they might you want have to worry
about some place to live."  Mr. Smith said as he hugged me again.
	We got up and went to the dinning room and sat down to a meal that
was enough for at least six hungry men.  Mr. Smith started grinning as he
noticed me looking over all the different types of food that was spread out
on the table.
	"Eat what you want and what you don't want go to waist."  He said.
"I always have a large spread and when we finish I let the cook, her
husband that you met at the car, and the rest of her family have what is
left over."  He continued.  "Of course I told the cook years ago to be sure
to cook enough that there would be plenty for her family when we finish."
"As you notice there is a lot of Mexican food along with American food."
"I think she has the healthiest family in the county."  He said with a grin
on his face.
	We sat down and enjoy a long meal and I noticed that Mr. Thompson
could really put the food away.  Mr. Smith kept offering different food for
me to try.  I managed to try all the food and really did like the Mexican
food a lot more than I thought I would.
	When we were finished the three of us moved down a long hallway
that was closed off from the rest of the house.  I could here the cook and
her family as they entered the dining room from the kitchen.  Mr. Smith
noticed and said that they didn't have to worry about the others that they
would never come down the hallway unless it was an emergency and then only
the father.
	As we entered the big room at the end of the hall I noticed the
biggest bed I had ever seen.  Mr. Smith and Mr. Thompson started removing
their clothing as they got closer to the bed.  I followed suit and was
actually undressed before the other two.  I moved to the middle of the bed
as they each took up a position on either side of me.  I reached down and
got my hands on Mr. Smith's cock and started pulling the foreskin back and
forth trying to get it to grow.  At first I didn't think it was but as he
started rubbing his hands up and down my chest and stomach I could feel his
cock start to grow.
	Mr. Thompson had gotten behind me and was running his hands on my
ass cheeks.  He was massaging my ass as he moved in even closer to my back.
I pushed back against Mr. Thompson's large hairy stomach and chest.  I was
really getting excited as I watched Mr. Smith's cock grow to its full size.
Mr. Thompson turned himself around so he could reach his face down to my
ass.  He started spreading my ass as his tongue slipped between my ass
cheeks.  His tongue was pushing far inside my asshole as I started licking
the head of Mr. Smith's cock.
	Mr. Thompson suggested that we rearrange ourselves so that we could
all join in the fun.  As Mr. Thompson spread his legs, I moved in between
them and slowly pushed my now rock hard cock deep in his asshole.  I
started moving slowly as he started grunting from the feelings he was
experiencing.  Mr. Smith moved behind me and started feeding his cock into
my asshole.  He was very gently as he let my moving help draw his cock into
me.  After a while he was completely inside me and just letting me do all
the work as he stood still and moaned.
	The feelings I was receiving were unbelievable.  I felt the hot
moist inside of Mr. Thompson's asshole as it clamped down on my cock and
seemed to draw it in.  As soon as I pulled out it was like it was sucking
my cock back inside.  My ass was receiving a different sensation as the
cock seemed to touch every thing inside me.  The pressure was great but
also satisfying. Every time his cock was inside me it felt as if I was
going to cum inside Mr. Thompson's asshole.  The heat around my asshole was
getting hotter and hotter and I knew that I was not going to last very much
longer.
	I noticed that Mr. Thompson had begun to thrust his ass back at my
every thrust.  I could tell he was about to cum from the way he kept
impaling himself on my cock.  Mr. Smith had noticed also and slowed down to
let him enjoy his orgasm.  Mr. Thompson started grunting as his cock
started spurting cum all over his stomach and my chest.  As his climax went
through its paces I could feel is spinster muscle clamp down and then
release my cock.
	I was very close to cumming myself as Mr. Smith started forcing his
cock back against my prostate.  I froze in place with my dick as deep in
Mr. Thompson's ass as I tried to let Mr. Smith have his way with my ass for
as long as I could without cumming.  I was having a hard time not cumming
and I could feel the pre cum leaking out of my cock and into Mr. Thompson's
asshole.  Mr. Smith leaned against me and told me to go ahead and let
myself go, that it would help him get off as well.
	I thrust my cock into Mr. Thompson just as my balls let my load
loose.  I must have shot at least eight times before my cock stopped.  Just
as I thought I was through Mr. Smith rubbed against my prostate and I was
cumming again.  This happened about three times before Mr. Smith finally
came with a loud groin as his cock throbbed and released its cum deep in my
asshole.
	When he was spent he fell forward on my back and just laid there
with his dick still deep inside me.  I really enjoyed the feeling but the
situation of me on top of Mr. Thompson was not very relaxing.  I pushed
myself up as Mr. Thompson rolled from underneath us and I then laid down on
my stomach with Mr. Smith still riding my back.
	Mr. Thompson got on top of both of us and rocked back and forth.
He didn't try to push his dick in either of us just rocked back and forth
causing Mr. Smith's dick to start to grow inside me.  Mr. Smith and I both
started to moan as neither of us were doing any work but were both
receiving some warm feelings from each other and Mr. Thompson.
	The three of us stayed together for the better part of another hour
before we all agreed we just needed to rest.  Mr. Thompson pulled a blanket
over Mr. Smith and myself as he left the room.  I could here him splashing
around in the tub in the next room before I dozed off.
	I woke up with the need to relieve myself and noticed that
Mr. Smith was still lying beside me sound asleep.  I moved carefully and
was able to get out of bed without disturbing Mr. Smith.  When I came out
of the bathroom Mr. Thompson noticed me and told me to come into the
joining room where he was spread out on the bed.
	I moved in beside him but he wasn't wanting sex just to be close to
someone.  We curled up together and he started telling me about the times
he had spent with Mr. Smith many years ago.  He told me how Mr. Smith has
always been a lonely person and was looking for someone to spend the rest
of his life with.  He had tried to live with women but he said he was
always trying to do things he thought they wanted him to do.  He had
confided in Mr. Thompson that the only time he had been really free with
his emotions was the few years he had visited Mr. Thompson.
	He said that sex with a man had always left him fulfilled and
without any feelings of committment.  He said that he didn't feel like he
had to give the men anything, but with the women it was totally different.
They almost always were expecting something in return. He had often
mentioned how he wished he could meet a man that would live with him and
just enjoy the life he could provide for him.
	I looked at Mr. Thompson and asked him why he was telling me this.
He said it was just something he had remembered and thought I should know.
If Mr. Smith brought up the idea that I would have at least had a chance to
think about it.  He then told me that I probably couldn't imagine the money
that Mr. Smith had and that he had no relatives that he wished to leave it
all to.  He had all ready written his will and he did provide for what
family he knew of, but it only touched part of what he was worth.
	I thought about what Mr. Thompson was saying but told him that I
could not try to get Mr. Smith to have me move in.  I told him it would be
great to move in with him, but it would have to be Mr. Smith's idea and
totally his idea.  Mr. Thompson hugged me and said that was the only way he
would want it to be.  He didn't want to see Mr. Smith hurt by someone
trying to take his money from him.  He then said that we would not talk
anymore about it unless Mr. Smith brought it up.  He then pushed me away
and told me to go back to Mr. Smith's bed, he said he needed to get some
sleep and as long as I was near him he couldn't think about anything but
sex.
	I moved back in the bed with Mr. Smith and was surprised at first
when he put his arm around me, but then realized he was still asleep.  I
fell asleep a few minutes later.
	I was awakened when Mr. Smith started rubbing my chest and stomach
with his hands.  He looked at me and said he was sorry he had woke me but
he just wanted to feel my smooth skin under his hands.  I noticed that his
cock was almost hard as he continued to rub his hands on me.  I reached
down and started playing with his cock as it got hard.  I was really
jerking it as he rolled over and gave me full access to it.  I started
sucking on the base of it just above his balls.  He started moaning as I
felt the tension build up in him just before his cock erupted.  As it shot
its cum into the air I placed my mouth over the head and started catching
the rest of his cum in my mouth and swallowing it.
	When his cock had gone soft he reached up and hugged me and said it
had been so long since he was able to do that.  He suggested we go take a
bath and then find the cook to fix us some breakfast.  We both took a bath
together as we made sure that we cleaned every crevice of each others body.
We dried each other off and helped each other get dressed before we checked
in on Mr. Thompson, who was still sleeping.
	Mr. Smith said to let him sleep, that we could wake him when
breakfast was ready.  We walked back into the main part of the house and
located the cook as she started preparing a large meal.  I got us a cup of
coffee while we waited and then remembered Mr. Thompson and got a cup to
carry to him.  He was a little surprised to have a cup of coffee waiting
for him as he woke up.
	The rest of the weekend was not all sex but I think it was more
than Mr. Smith or Mr. Thompson were planning on.  We would look at
different parts of the ranch and almost all ways end up in some form of
sex.  By Sunday evening Mr. Smith said he had all he could take for now and
he would like for me to visit the next weekend also.  I told him that it
sounded good to me but I had to check with Dad before I could say for sure.
He said he understood and to let him know if there was anything he could
help me or Dad with.  He said that he knew that Dad was trying to buy the
cafe and if he needed any help with a loan that he would be happy to help.
	Mr. Thompson and I drove back to town but didn't have a whole lot
to talk about, except Dad and his loan.  Mr. Thompson told me that
Mr. Smith had all but told me that Dad had the loan he wanted.
Mr. Thompson also said that Mr. Smith had talked to him about the
possibility of me going to live with Mr. Smith.  All I could say was that
we had to wait and see.  Mr. Thompson said he understood and that Mr. Smith
wasn't expecting an answer right now anyway.
	When we got back to town Mr. Thompson let me off at the cafe since
Dad's truck was parked outside.  I went in but wasn't sure what I was going
to find.  The waitress said that Dad and his wife had been around all
weekend and were in the apartment right then.  I didn't know if I should go
see them or not when Dad walked in and waved for me to come to him.
	We went to his truck and started riding back to the camp as he told
me that his wife had decided she wanted to stay here and that they were
going to try to buy the cafe.  I felt a little sad because I knew that Dad
and I would not be together any longer.  He said he was going to try to
find me a better place to live and if he had to he would give me a job at
the cafe doing something.
	I looked up at him and noticed the tears rolling down his face and
knew that this was hurting him as much as it was hurting me.  I leaned
against him and told him that all I needed was a place to live for the
week.  I then let him know about Mr. Smith and his proposition of my living
with him.  Dad looked at me and wanted to know if I felt all right about
the arrangement or just felt like it was the only thing I could do at the
time.
	I told him that I really would like to go live with Mr. Smith, and
when I started telling Dad about the ranch and how large it was and how
rich Mr. Smith was, Dad perked up a bit and realized that I would have a
lot more with Mr. Smith than Dad could ever arrange for me.
	When I had got through telling Dad all about the ranch, I then
looked up at him and said that I hadn't told him the best part yet.  Dad
turned his head to look at me as he was trying to figure out what could
possible be better.  That is when I told him that Mr. Smith had told
Mr. Thompson to ok the loan that Dad was trying to get from the bank.  I
also told him that most of the money in the bank belonged to Mr. Smith
anyway.
	Dad had a smile on his face as he reached out with his arm and
pulled me into him.  He hugged me for the longest as neither of us said
anything.  When we got to the shack Dad stopped the truck and wrapped his
other arm around me.  We finally pulled ourselves apart and went inside.
Dad was unsure about what to do next as he started several times to leave
but would think of something else and turn around.  I finally made him
leave and told him I would be fine with myself and there was nothing I
needed that wasn't in the shack.
	Dad let me know that he would be by and pick me up for work as we
both decided that this would be the last week of work with the produce
pickers.  Dad finally left as I went back into the shack but then decided
to go visit Grandma's kitchen.  When I got there she was as always busy
with the food she was preparing.  I sat down and talked to her and let her
know that I would find some way to get the vegetables and things to her
that I had been getting for her.
	She said she was sad to see us leave but glad that we were going to
better places than we were presently at.  She let me know that about half
of the people in the camp had been able to move on to better jobs, and she
said she didn't expect the camp to last much longer than the end of the
month.  I asked her what she was going to do when the camp broke up and she
said that she had not been running her little eatery for nothing.  She said
that she had been able to save part of the money the families had been
giving her, especially since I had been supplying her with most of the
food.  She said that she had enough money to move back east with her sister
who managed a hotel.  She said that she would not be leaving until probably
the beginning of the next month.  That would give her time to sale off the
chickens and milk cow and get rid of the things she would not be able to
carry with her.
	I went back to the shack and for probably the first time since I
had landed in the camp went to bed by myself.