Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 23:50:47 EST
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Surviving the Depression-9

This is a diclaimer to any characters or story line of this story.  This is
the 9th chapter in this ongoing story.  If you do not want to read about sex
between men then you should not read any further.

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Hope you enjoy the newest chapter, if you haven't read the first 8 chapters
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			Surviving the Depression-9

	"Wake up so you can get a bath and have some breakfast before Dad
gets here to take you to work."  Joe said as he shook me awake.
	Why am I still here?"  I asked Joe as I rolled out from under the
covers.
	"After last night we all decided to let you sleep."  Joe said.
"You have some money on the kitchen table, and I have all ready been paid."
Joe continued as he walked out the room.
	I looked outside and noticed it was still very dark and knew I had
enough time to take a long soaking bath, something that we were not able to
do at the shack.
	As I slid down into the warm water I was trying to remember what
all had happened the night before.  I could remember Mr. Thompson, Dad, Joe
and the big gentleman.  I could remember straddling the big gentleman and
the sex we were having, but that was it.
	Joe came into the bathroom and asked, "You feel all right this
morning, not sore or stiff or anything different?"  He then walked over to
the toilet and relieved himself.
	"No, feel fine, should I feel different?"  I asked.
	"After yesterday, you gave us all a little scare."  Joe said.  "You
were in some kind of trance and Mr. Thompson had to throw water on you to
get you back."  "You appear to be all right, but I was wondering if you
felt any different is all."  Joe said as he turned to look at me.
	I eased myself down until the water was over all of my body except
my face.  I noticed Joe as he glanced at my dick and balls.  I felt that
familiar stir and raised up to look at him.
	"You want to join me?"  I asked as I noticed the front of Joe's
pants begin to jut out.
	"Love to, its been a while since we have been together."  Joe said
as he began to pull his clothes off.  His dick was already standing up and
I could see the pre-cum running down the under side.  I reached up and
licked it clean, as Joe had to grasp my head to keep his balance.  He
moaned as his dick went right down my throat.  His hips started thrusting
as I continued to suck on his cock.  He then pulled his dick out and said,
" I want more than your mouth."
	I stood up and let him sit down in the water, then I placed my legs
on either side of his waist as my dick jutted out right into his face.
Joe, without even realizing what he had done sucked my cock down his
throat.  Joe was sucking and bobbing away furiously , as I had to grab the
back of his head to steady the both of us.  Joe then pulled his mouth from
around my cock and said, "I want your ass now."
	I turned around and bent down on my knees and leaned over the end
of the tub.  Joe moved up behind me and before I had time to even get ready
for him, he had rammed his dick in my asshole.  I yelled out and he
stopped.
	"Sorry, I'm so horny that I couldn't control myself, are you all
right?"  Joe said.
	"Yeah, I'm all-right you just surprised me when you rammed it in so
fast."  I said as I started pushing and pulling my ass on Joe's cock.
	"Ok, it will take it now."  I said as Joe started to fuck me with
quick motions.
	He grabbed my hips and started pumping harder and faster.  It was
apparent he was out of control and I decided to just relax and let him ride
him self out.  He didn't last much longer, he was grunting and forcing his
hips forward very hard.  I could feel the cum spreading inside my ass as
Joe started to slow down as his dick began to soften.
	"Hey, can anybody join in."  Dad said as he walked in on us.
	Joe jumped a little and his dick popped out of my asshole.  Dad
walked over to the tub and said, "Mind if I have a little of that this
morning boy?"
	"You know you can have it any time you want it."  I said as Dad
started removing his clothes.  Joe moved back to the other end of the tub
as Dad stepped between him and my ass.  Dad didn't have to do anything to
get his dick ready as I noticed the pre-cum shinning on the head of it.  He
moved in behind me and eased his dick inside and then leaned over my back
and started a slow rhythmic motion as he wrapped his arms around my waist
and started playing with my dick and balls. Joe reached up between Dad's
legs and started pulling on Dad's balls as a long moan came from deep
inside Dad's chest.
	Dad let out a huge gasp as Joe leaned forward and was rimming Dad's
asshole with his tongue.  Dad's strokes became very short but very rapid.
I just spread my legs and let him do whatever felt right to him.  I heard
the water splashing around as I looked back to see Joe moving in behind
Dad's ass.  He pushed his dick in Dad's asshole, but with a little patience
this time.  Dad started moaning and groaning as he fucked and got fucked at
the same time.
	I noticed that he would moan when he pushed his dick in me, and
then groan as Joe pushed his dick in Dad.  Dad had got the rhythm going so
that when he pumped his dick in me, Joe was pulling his out.  Then when Joe
pushed in Dad was pushing back against him.  Dad's hands were still on my
dick and balls but were just holding on.  I started pumping my hips so that
I was fucking Dad's hand.
	The room was filled with nothing but moans and groans as the three
of us worked together as one.  I knew that when one of us started cumming
it would be all over for the other two.  I could tell that Dad's breathing
was getting strained and that he was about to cum.  He grunted one long
grunt as his hand tightened around my dick and I felt his cum shoot inside
my ass.  His body jerked as the cum shot out and I heard Joe moan as he too
was blasting away.  Because of the grip on my dick and the jerking of Dad's
body I was cumming also.
	The three of us just slid down into the tub as the water flowed
over the sides and across the floor.
	"Damn, now I'll have to clean that up."  Joe said, "But it was
worth it."  "It's been a while since I have cum like that."  He continued.
	"Me too."  Dad said as he was trying to catch his breath.
	"We better clean up and get ready for work."  Dad said as he
started lathering up my back and then my ass, being sure to soap up my
asshole and slide a couple of fingers inside.
	"Damn, if we didn't have to go to work I would be up for another go
at that asshole."  Dad said as he removed his fingers and handed the soap
to me.
	We washed each other's back, ass, balls and anywhere else we felt
like feeling, and then got out and dried each other off.  As we headed to
work we all agreed that tonight we would come back to Joe's house and spend
the night with each other.
	We made it back to camp in plenty of time before we had to load up
and go to work, so we decided to go by and see how Grandma and her little
kitchen were doing early in the morning.
	When we got there we were surprised to see a line of men and women
standing outside her tent.  As we walked up John saw us and came over to
see what we were doing there.  When we explained that we were just curious
about the crowd, John proceeded to explain what was happening.
	He said that since we had gotten the chickens and the cow that
Grandma had been able to cook breakfast for the men that could afford to
pay something.  He said that some of them could only afford a penny but it
was well worth the small portion of eggs, gravy and bread that Grandma
served up.  It also allowed the families to save some of the food that they
used at their tents for the mothers and children.
	He looked at the two of us and asked if we were mad that Grandma
was making money off of the things we had given her.  I looked at John and
said, "I bet she is using the money to buy some things to help in the
cooking, and if she makes a little money for herself I don't mind."  "She
is still feeding the children for free and that was the main reason for
giving her the things we do, right Dad?"
	"Yeah, I think what she is doing is fine."  Dad said, "Besides if
she helps the men out with a little food, then they will feel better and
probably work a little harder thus making more money and giving the boss
more work for his money."  "So in the long run everybody gets something out
of it."  Dad said as he reached over and rubbed his hand through John's
hair to let him know that everything really was fine.
	Grandma looked up from her serving and waved for us to come to
where she was.  She handed the serving duties over to one of the young
girls that was helping her as she started toward us.  As she got to where
we had made it to she looked up at Dad and said, "Hope you two don't mind
what I have been doing with the things you have brought me, but there was
so many hungry people, I couldn't turn one down and then feed another."
"There is one thing I need someone to do for me though."  She said as she
looked right at Dad.
	"Ok, what's on your mind?" Dad asked as they both sat down at one
of the benches.
	"I need someone to go to the owner here and make sure that it is
all right for me to be doing what I am doing."  "It all happened so fast
that I don't know if the owner even knows about my little kitchen, and I
don't want him to find out and get mad and tell me to close down."  She
continued.
	Looking right at Dad she said, "Would you mind going and telling
him what I am doing, and that I am not trying to get rich or anything like
that."
	"Yeah, I'll go try to tell him but does anybody know who owns this
property?"  Dad asked.
	"I think the foreman might know, but I have never even heard who
the owner is."  John said.
	"Does the foreman know about Grandma's kitchen?"  I asked wondering
how he couldn't know.
	"Oh, yeah, he knows as a matter of fact his seven kids come down
here during the day and eat with the rest of the children."  Grandma said.
"I don't know if he has told the owner, but understand why if he hasn't"
"He did bring by a load of hay the other day while everyone was working, he
dumped it out back by the cow and just drove away."  She said.
	Dad looked at John and me and said, "The two of you stay here while
I go talk to the foreman."
	We went back to the tent and helped serve the remaining people and
then went out back to watch Grandma milk the cow.  While there she had us
feed the chickens and gather the eggs.  We also had to spread some hay out
for the cow and check the water for all the animals.
	When we had finished Dad had returned and told Grandma not to worry
about anything that he had talked to the foreman and found out who the
owner was and that he would talk to him later on in the day.  He felt that
there wasn't anything to worry about, and the foreman said he could bring
some hay for the cow every few days.  The reason he didn't want to talk to
anybody in the camp was that part of his job was selecting who got to work
and who didn't at times and he didn't want to know the people he had to
turn down.  He said it would just make it too hard on him.  He said he
appreciated that his kids were allowed to eat here and that he would start
sending some money with them to help pay for some things.  He also said
that he heard about the little birthday party that Grandma had given for
some of the children, and that there was a large room in the back of the
main building that she could use for things like that, as long as it was
done during the daytime while most of the people were working.  He said to
just have John let him know when she wanted to use the room and he would
have one of his kids let you in.
	We all looked at each other as Dad said, "It's time we loaded up
and headed to work."
	We started back to the truck along with a few of the men that rode
with us.  We climbed in and on the truck and headed to the main house to
pick up the rest of the workers and find out where we were going to pick
today.  As we started off to the fields Dad said that today was a good day
for me to visit Mr. Thompson at the bank and that he wanted to talk to him
too.
	The rest of the day was as normal as could be expected and everyone
seemed to be in good spirits.  When we finished up I noticed that most of
the men that were from our camp seemed to be in a lot better mood than some
of the pickers from the other camps.  I figured it was because they were
getting more to eat because of Grandma's kitchen and they didn't have to
worry as much about if they would have enough for their families to eat.
They were talking among themselves a lot more than usual and the atmosphere
around them just seamed a little less stressed.
	When we made it back to camp I remembered that Dad had said he
wanted to talk to Mr. Thompson and I was wondering what about.  I also knew
that if he wanted me to know he would tell me without me having to ask.  We
went into our shack and clean the dust and dirt off of us as best we could.
	"Don't worry about getting anything to eat, Joe said he would fix
supper for us."  Dad said as he motioned for me to follow him to the truck.
	We pulled up in front of the bank and noticed Mr. Thompson as he
came to the front door and unlocked it for us.  As we entered the Bank Dad
asked Mr. Thompson if he could talk to him for a minute.
	They went into the office and I just looked around the bank waiting
for them to finish.  When Dad came out he patted me on the head and said he
was going by Mr. Balkin's store to pick up a few things and would wait for
me there.
	"Hello, son."  Mr. Thompson said as I entered his office.
	"Hello, Mr. Thompson, how was your day?"  I asked as I moved around
to the chair he was sitting in.
	"Fine son, come over here and sit on my lap."  He said as he pushed
his chair away from his desk.  "You feel all right after the other night?"
He asked.
	"Fine, Mr. Thompson, wasn't sore or anything."  I said as I leaned
against his large belly and started rubbing around on him.
	"Tell you what I have to be somewhere in a little while so if you
don't mind all I would like from you today is a quick round with that
lovely mouth of yours."  Mr. Thompson said as he ran his hands through my
hair.
	"That's all right with me."  I said as I slid off of his lap and
sat down in the floor between his legs.  He pushed his chair further back
and then stood up and dropped his pants and pushed his underwear down.  He
then sat back down and pushed himself forward so that his dick and balls
were right on the edge of the chair.  This allowed me to have complete
access.
	I leaned forward and sucked the foreskin and head of his dick in my
mouth.  I then slipped my tongue inside the foreskin and rolled it around
the head as it started to grow.  I reached up and gently fondled his balls
as he leaned back in his chair and just moaned.
	It only took a few seconds for his dick to get completely hard. I
started bobbing my head up and down as I licked as much as I could with my
tongue.  I moved my hand below his balls and tried to move a finger into
his asshole, but when I noticed him pulling back I figured it was not what
he wanted at the time.  I decided to try something new on his cock as I
swallowed it as far down my throat as I could.  I decided instead of
pulling it back out to just leave it there and swallow several times.  This
forced the muscles in my throat to massage his shaft as they contracted.
From the moans coming from Mr. Thompson I figured the new technique was
working.  He moaned a couple of times and then exploded down my throat.  He
shot about five or six times before his cock started to soften and pull out
of my throat.
	"Hey that was great kid, never had that done to me before."
Mr. Thompson said.  "Oh, and sorry I pulled away when you touched my
asshole, but it is still a little sore from the other night."  "Next time
you come be ready for a lot more."  He said as he stood up and pulled his
clothes back on.  "Sorry I don't have time to get you off."  "I will make
it up to you next time, I promise."
	I stood up and said it was all right besides Dad and I was going
out to Joe's to spend the night with him and I was sure I would get off
then, probably more than once.
	"Good, didn't want to leave you horny, know what it feels like."
Mr. Thompson said.
	I said my goodbyes and told him I would see him again in a few days
unless he wanted to see me before then.  I looked down the street and
noticed Stan as he was coming out of Mr. Wells' new office and decided to
run and catch up with him.  As I got close to him he noticed and stopped
and waited until I was beside him.
	"Well Stan, how has it been going with you."  I asked wondering if
he and Mr. Wells had been doing anything together.
	"Couldn't be better."  He said with a grin on his face.  "Don't
know if Mr. Balkin is getting any rest though."  "When I get back to the
store he has me tell him what we did and then he is all excited and we have
to calm him down."  Stan said.
	"I can understand that."  I said as I slapped Stan on the back.
	As we entered the store, Stan locked the door behind us and we went
through the back into the living quarters where Dad and Mr. Balkin were
setting and chatting about something.
	"Well, they are back and we do need to get to Joe's place."  Dad
said as he got up and headed to the door.
	I followed him as we climbed into the truck and started out to
Joe's house.
	"I found out who the owner is of the camp."  Dad said as he looked
over at me.
	"Well who is it?" I asked as it appeared Dad was not going to offer
it up unless I asked.
	"It is Mr. Thompson, and he said he knew about Grandma's kitchen
and as long as it didn't get any bigger that it was alright with him."  Dad
said.
	"That's great, but why doesn't he let people know he owns the camp
area."  I asked
	"Well it has something to do with the bank and not being tied in
with the labor force or something like that."  Dad said.
	We had arrived at Joe's and he had prepared a nice meal for the
three of us.  He sat down and enjoyed the food, as we chatted about
everything that had happened since Dad and I had come to California.  The
two of them sat and chatted about how things were beginning to look better
for the country, but that it would be quite a while before it completely
recovered from the depression.
	As they continued to talk I picked my foot up and placed it in
Joe's crotch underneath the table.  He looked at me very quickly and then
at Dad and said, "I think he is trying to tell me something."
	"Yeah I believe he is ready for a little sex."  Dad said, "He was
with Mr. Thompson this afternoon but I don't think he got his fill there."
	"Good, but all I want to do tonight is some slow fucking and
sucking with a lot of hugging and cuddling."  Joe informed us.
	"Sounds great to me."  Dad said as he got up and started to the
bedroom.
	The three of us removed our cloths and climbed into bed together.
We each found a dick to suck on and eventually one would start fucking the
other.  This went on for about two hours until the three of us were spent
and covered with sweat.  I was feeling quite content being sandwiched
between the two of them as we all dozed off to sleep.