Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 09:32:30 -0700 From: Macout Mann Subject: In the Great Depression 10 This story is designed to show what life was like in the rural Southeastern United States in the 1930s. It covers several weeks during the summer of 1934. I have researched as carefully as I could to make the dialogue and events as authentic as possible. It does contain examples of homosexual sex, so please be warned! The events depicted are totally fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Actual places and products are referred to for the sole purpose of adding authenticity to the story. Please also be aware that nifty.org could not exist without contributions from readers. Please donate. Donate what you are comfortable giving. It doesn't have to be a lot, but it means a lot to have each reader contribute something. It also means a lot to us authors to know that our work is being read and appreciated...or not. Please contact me at macoutmann@yahoo.com and let me know you are enjoying or hating the story. Copyright 2014 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. IN THE GREAT DEPRESSION by Macout Mann Part 10 Fourth of July Barbecue The Fourth of July (or "the Fourth Day" as the negroes called it) is a big day for everybody. Big holidays are like Sundays, however. The house servants are there to serve breakfast. It's later and a bit more sumptuous than usual. And Diedra prepares the "fixins" that the Cromwells will contribute to the barbecue feast. Diedra is making blackberry cobbler, using the fruits that Jason and Christopher have collected. She lines loaf pans with pie pastry. Heats up the berries with an absurd amount of sugar and cinnamon. Pours the fruit mixture together with sweet dumplings into the pans. Covers the pans with more pastry. And puts them in the oven of the wood stove. What comes out is unbelievable. She also makes whipped sweet potatoes with orange flavoring. This is what the oranges that Luke had bought were for. Sweet potatoes had already been boiled and peeled. Now they are mashed and combined with sugar and spices, but also with orange juice and grated orange peel. That casserole will also go into the oven. Finally, Diedra makes her sweet cornbread. When Yankees make cornbread, they always put sugar in it. Jason's mother says "It's almost like cake." Southerners never add sugar to regular cornbread, but for a barbecue sweet cornbread is a must-have. Diedra's is no cake. It's more like a candy. The sugar syrup almost drips from each piece. There's no dinner. Diedra and one of her girls takes the Cromwell "fixins" to the schoolyard. It's a long walk. The white folks have lolled around. It's not like anybody feels particularly patriotic. It's just a holiday. Like Christmas without a tree or presents. Shortly before four, everyone climbs into Luke's car and they motor over to the schoolyard. The scene is very much like the fellowship session before the church service on Sunday, but the heathens are here too. Christopher again is introduced around, and there are some people that Jason has never met before. Families like the Cromwells, who have sent servants, will have their domestic help remain to assist in serving; and along with the hands from Miles Simpson's place, who are tending the fire, they will stay behind afterward to clean up and to eat what remains of the feast. Christopher wants to know how the other negroes are celebrating. "Miles is very generous," his Aunt Mary says. "He has given them a goat, and they have barbecued it over by the negro church. "We do love our negroes," she adds, "and they love us too." A bunch of the boys begin a ragtag game of softball. The girls mostly gossip. Christopher is kept busy meeting new people, and Jason tags along. The dress of the crowd—that is of the men—is a bit less formal than at church, but their status can still easily be seen. Luke, Miles Simpson, and their ilk are not in suits, but they still wear dress shirts and ties. Many of the tenant farmers and sharecroppers are in bib overalls. The old families, the Cromwells, Ramsays, Willises, and Stantons, tend to spend most of their time talking to each other. They are pleasant enough to the others, but there can be no doubt who the gentry are. Winston Stanton and his family live in the oldest home in the county that is still standing, a Mount Vernon look-alike built in the 1790s. Jason and Christopher notice that Andy Gump is giving them a wide berth. He spends most of his time with a small group of lower class boys, including his two younger brothers. His older brother, just out of high school, along with most men his age, is busy courting. Christopher also notices that a lot of the teens wearing blue jeans are sporting nice bulges. "I wonder if any of them get with each other," he whispers to Jason. "I don't know," Jason responds, "but I'm sure not going to risk finding out." The time comes to serve up the pork. Lazrus and his crew flip the hog over and start to pull the meat from the carcass. It is unbelievably tender, suffused with the hickory smoke, and ready to be further flavored with the several barbecue sauces that have been brought. The Simpsons have made a thick tomato-based sauce enhanced with brown sugar. There are several vinegar-based varieties, thinner and flavored with cloves and other spices, including varying amounts of cayenne. These are typical of the Southeast. And there is one fruit based sauce. Its principal ingredients are apple butter, brown sugar, and more spices. All are homemade. The trestle table is weighed down with dozens of specialties. Several Bean dishes. Sweet Potato casseroles, none as good as Dedra's. Macaroni and Cheese. Bread and Butter pickles. Gallons of Iced Tea. A variety of Cole Slaws. Irish Potato salads. You name it. Christopher can't believe what all he is seeing. He's told to sample everything that looks good and then to come back for more. Sharon invites the boys to dine with her, and the three of them find a grassy space under a large oak to sit. She asks how much longer Christopher is staying. "I'm leaving tomorrow," he answers. "But I wish I could stay longer." Again Sharon is obviously disappointed. "I sure wish he didn't have to go," Jason chimes in. "It's been great having him here." "I've really had a wonderful time," Christopher says, "and this barbecue is something I'll always remember." He excuses himself to replenish his plate. "Are you going to be here all summer?" Sharon asks Jason. "No, I'll be going back around the first of August. That'll give me a month at home before school starts." "I'd love to live in New York," Sharon says, "but even Jackson would be better than here. At least you have movies and radio stations." "Funny," Jason says. "When I'm over here, I don't ever think about those things. "Maybe, you can go off to college when you finish high school," he adds. "Not a chance," she says. Christopher returns and it's Jason's turn to pile more food onto his plate. And there's still pies, cakes, and puddings to choose from for desert. It's amazing how much is consumed before families start to drift away. It's after seven, just at sunset, when Luke, Mary, Christopher, and Jason arrive back at the home place. They all take their usual places on the veranda, and discuss the events of the day. "It's really been a pleasure having you, Christopher," Aunt Mary says. "We hope you've enjoyed yourself." "Yes, ma'am. More than you can know. I really wish I could stay longer." "I know it's a long trip, and expensive," Uncle Luke responds, "but you are always welcome. One of these days we may even get your father and mother to come down." "One of these days, it may even be feasible to drive down," Christopher says. "But one thing I'll always remember is the beacon light," he continues. "Up on the East Coast, we can see lighthouses flashing sometimes, but they light up in patterns. This just goes around and around. Makes you sleepy just watching it." Jason and Christopher climb the stairs for their last night together. For no particular reason they've alternated sleeping in one bed then the other, always making sure both were mussed before the girl came to make them in the morning. Tonight it is Christopher's turn to visit Jason. As he climbs under the sheets, Christopher is already hard and he presses his weapon between Jason's legs. "I just love your body, Chris," Jason whispers. "And I love yours," Christopher giggles. "Everything's just the right size." "I sometimes wish I had more muscles." "The most important thing you've got isn't a muscle, although it does get exercise. And it isn't food, although it does get eaten." "Yeah. I guess a dick's a pretty versatile thing," Jason laughs. "I sure as hell wouldn't trade mine for a pussy." "Me neither." Christopher reaches for Jason's prong and gently massages it. "So nice," he says. "Taste me," Jason pants. Christopher throws off the sheet that covers them and goes down on his young cousin. He savors the precum that flows from Jason's tube. Jason's whole being trembles as he fully enjoys Christopher's expert ministrations. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you," Jason whimpers. "I've never felt anything so wonderful." Christopher pulls back long enough to say, "Just wait `til you get back home. You'll be teaching those boys some new tricks all right." "I'll sure as shit be trying to." Jason swings around so he can swallow Christopher and Christopher can continue to suck on his morsel. The actions of their mouths mimic each other. Tongues darting here and there. Lips being lifted up to stimulate each other's bulbs. Noses plunging into each other's pubes, swallowing the full length of each other's manhood. Halting to delay the inevitable explosion. Minutes pass, both on edge. Then moving as one both pick up the pace. A sucking frenzy ensues, and each boy's lips cover the full length of the other's pole, faster and faster until each spews rope after rope of adolescent essence down the other's eager throat. "That was the best ever," Jason whispers. He vaults over his cousin's body so they can exchange the taste of each other's semen. Then they clutch each other in a crushing embrace. Their passion is overwhelming. After maybe a half hour or longer, Christopher finds his voice. "You've got to fuck me, Jase. I've got to have your cock." "You do me first, Chris. I want to feel your cum in my ass, while I'm pounding you." Christopher's supply of Jergens Lotion is almost gone, but he tells Jason he has enough for him. "My ass is limber enough that I don't have to have it," he tells the younger boy. He takes his time cuddling Jason, however. He wants to make this one something his cousin will remember always. He kisses almost every inch of Jason's hot body before he zeros in on his ass crack and tongues it relentlessly, piercing his rosebud repeatedly. His expertise has the desired effect. Jason is euphoric. Finally Christopher rubs the last of the lotion into Jason's chute and onto his rigid shaft, then slips it all the way into Jason's innards. "Oh, Jase," is the only thing that he can utter. Both experience sheer bliss, as Christopher begins to pump in and out of Jason's super-sensitive hole. His earlier orgasm was so powerful that he at first feels he can last all night, but after a while urgency takes over and he has to achieve the relief orgasm provides. He shoots his load deep into Jason's bowels, and just manages to resist a loud ecstatic moan that would alert the household to what is going on. But now it is Jason's turn. He is more exhausted than he thought he would be, but he is determined to give Christopher as memorable a moment as he has experienced. He kisses Christopher's ears, his mouth, his pecs, his navel, his gorgeous dick, and finally lubes his Yankee cousin's ass with his spit. Christopher takes Jason's dick fervently, passionately, exuberantly. He savors each sensation as his cousin pounds his ass with increasing intensity, until his ass is also filled with cum. They again embrace. "Thank you, thank you," Jason whispers. "I'll never forget this night." "Neither will I," Christopher murmurs in response. They drift off to sleep in each other's arms. But Jason wakes a half hour before the alarm will go off. He can't keep his hands off his partner's body. Christopher awakens to find his rod already stiff. And soon they are once again pleasuring each other's dicks. Such a great way to wake up. By the time the alarm does sound, they have drunk even more of their essences.