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Chapter 10

 

          Me and Daniel been back on speaking terms for about two weeks now. It was time to go back and see old grandfather again so he could check on my arm. I was sure ready to get those bandages changed on account of all the sweating I been doing due to keeping time with Daniel, if you know what I mean. I set out directly after breakfast for the old man's shack. When I walked up there nobody was on the porch like there usually was. As I got closer, I could hear that very familiar sound of grunts and slapping flesh. I tiptoed up on the porch to investigate what was going on.

          Through the window, I could see into the dimly lit cabin where, on the bed, on his knees, was Sammy with the old grandfather pounding him from behind. The old man's white ponytail was swinging with his strokes. Sammy was making an almost continual moan as the old man drilled deep into his butt, over and over again. The porch boards creaked a little and the old man looked back toward me, he just grinned and slammed Sammy's ass harder. He never sped up or anything but I could tell he was filling Sammy up when he went deep and held still, then leaned forward with both hands on Sammy's back. When grandfather pulled out, I could see why Sammy was moaning so much. The old man's peter would have gone from my wrist dang near to my elbow. Sammy was prob'ly feeling that in his throat.

          Grandfather tucked his slimy pecker back into his loincloth and made his way to the porch. Sammy turned around and saw me there, but just pulled his loincloth on, dripping from his butt and the end of his peter, and walked out like nothing happened. Grandfather sat down in his regular place and bid me to come over. He set about cutting the reeking bandages free and said something to Sammy, who brought over a bucket of water, a rag and a bar of lye soap. Grandfather had me flex my arm several times as he was washing my stinking arm. This time there was almost no pain. He grabbed my arm and pulled while holding my shoulder and I winced just a little. This time he made me a sling instead of bandaging my arm where I couldn't move it. He spoke to Sammy who nodded his head, then told me "Grandfather says you can start using it some, but do not lift anything heavy with it. It won't be completely healed for a few more weeks."

          "Wa do, Eduda" (thank you, grandfather) I said.

          As I left the cabin, Sammy walked with me for a ways.

          "Are things going well with your yellow hair" he asked.

          "Yeah, I reckon we're going to be ok now" I answered.

          "If you need me, Johnny, I will be here" he said and hugged me goodbye.

 

          Back home, Pauly was waiting on me. Daddy had let him and Luke go early today and he was chompin' at the bit to go see Donny.

          "Just `cause you got let off early don't mean him and Daniel was" I said.

          "I don't care, I'll help him so's he can finish if he ain't" he said.

          "Ok, ok" I said and yelled to momma "We're going up to the Moore's!"

          "If you ain't back by dark, I'm gonna have your pa tan your hides!" Momma yelled back.

          "Yes, ma'am!" we called out together, and headed out.

          When we got to the Moore's, Donny was there but Mrs. Moore said Daniel was still out with his daddy. I said okay, and asked her tell Daniel I came by. I left there and headed for the cave; I was pretty sure Daniel would know where to find me. Now that my arm wasn't wrapped stiff, I could navigate the hillside easier. I made sure to still do the heavy pulling with my left arm, but now the right one was at least good for balancing. I made my way into the cave and laid down on the blankets to wait. I guess I musta dozed off, `cause when I woke up Daniel was beside me stroking my hair. I was wondering why he didn't wake me up in his usual way by doing something with my peter.

          "Hey, how long have you been here?" I asked.

          "Prob'ly `bout a half hour" he said.

          "...and you didn't wake me up?"

          "I've just been thinking" he said, "what are we gonna do when it's our time we're supposed to be finding a girl and getting married and all that? I don't want that, and I'm pretty sure you don't either."

          I had thought about that a good deal myself, but hadn't come up with any real good answers. I had heard folks talking about old bachelor men and confirmed bachelors and I had a notion that they was talking about men who were like me and Daniel.

          "I reckon we could move to the city, Asheville or Knoxville, somewhere like that" I said.

          "I don't think I could stand being confined in a place like that" he said sadly.

          "Well, don't fret it now, we still got 4 or 5 years to figure it out, maybe we could go out west" I said. I reached up and pulled his head down to me and kissed him. We laid there for a while longer, with him looking all melancholy until I slid my hand under the bib of his overalls and cupped his balls in my hand. I could feel him stirring a little then. I pulled my hand back out and smelled of it; pure essence of Daniel. I wadn't in the mood for any butt stuff today, I turned myself around and started unbuttoning his placket and fished his pecker out and started nursing on it. He finally snapped out of his mood, and I felt him following my lead and undoing my buttons, and then his hot mouth sunk down on me. Little Johnny stretched out, trying to reach as far into his throat as possible. We kind of got in sync with each other and it almost felt like I was sucking myself. I started tasting the sweetness of his clear stuff in my mouth and I knew it wouldn't be long. I started hunching on his head, I could feel my peter going in his throat every stroke and it felt like that was making his peter even harder. I kinda let my teeth barely scrape his shaft as I real gentle-like squeezed on his balls and that did the trick; he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed some but saved some too; holding it in my mouth for later. He slowed down for a minute as the feelin' washed over him, then took a deep breath and jumped back on my dick double speed. I told him I was almost there and said to save a little in his mouth just as I started filling him up.

          When I caught my breath again, I turned around and kissed him and we shared the mix of our juices. Laying back, we just enjoyed each other's company while our cocks wilted. My least favorite time of day was on us. I'd begun hating when it would start getting dark outside, `cause it meant we'd have to part again. I knew that I'd have to get home before daddy come looking for me, or I'd get tore up. So, we tucked everything back in place and made our way back to the trail, where we kissed and promised to see each other the next day.

          On the way home I found Mark at one of the trail crossings and we walked together. I asked why he was workin' on his cabin so much these days, it would still be a year before he was supposed to get married.

          "Well, John, sometimes things don't go like you plan" he said.

          "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

          "Sometimes, you get in a hurry to get what you want, and sometimes that hurry causes a baby" he said.

          "Oh...does pa know?" I asked

          "Why do you think I'm workin' on that cabin so hard? The wedding has been moved up to...well...as soon as I can get the cabin ready" he said "and I been told to make it fast `cause her daddy's got an itchin' finger on his shotgun trigger."

          "Would me and Luke be any help to you?" I said, "I can use my right arm now, just not lift anything real heavy."

          "I'd be obliged, if you think you can break Luke loose from Sally" he said.

          "You know we always believed in brothers before others" I said.

          "You're a poet and don't know it" he laughed.

          When we got to the house, daddy called Mark to the barn with him, and I went to sit with Luke and Pauly on the porch. I told Luke what Mark had told me and he got kinda spooked looking. I think it just hit him why he wadn't supposed to be poking girls before they were married. I told him that I had offered our help to Mark to finish the cabin and he nodded yeah. Pauly said I can help too, but I was betting daddy wouldn't let him go off being as young as he was. When Mark and daddy come back from the barn, daddy said Mark says he told you what's what.

          "Yes, sir" we said.

          "He said y'all offered to help him get the place ready" he said.

          "Yes, sir" again.

          "Y'all take blankets and a lantern and you can stay there tonight and get an early start in the morning" daddy said.

          "Daddy, can I go help too?" Pauly asked. Much to my surprise, daddy said yes. We all made us a bundle and took off following Mark.

          Mark's cabin was really not that far from being done. He already had the basic frame and the rafters, even part of the roof was on. It was nothing fancy by any means, but it would be a good place for them to start. We got inside and all bedded down under the roofed corner. I lay for a long time looking up through the open roof at all the stars. Just as I was falling asleep an owl flew up and landed on one of the rafters. I felt Pauly scootch over closer to me and I laid my arm over him and fell asleep with my nose buried in his hair.

 

Lambodara 9/10/20

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