Date: Mon, 02 Apr 2001 19:29:03 -0400 From: Ritch Christopher Subject: just-beyond-that-hill-14 All rights reserved. Copyright held by the author. If you are underage or are offended by gay fiction, containing graphic sex and explicit language, please exit now. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I had mixed feelings as lay in the bed with Cory. I wasn't really cheating, for Eddie had given the "OK". Cory was a hot and vivacious sex partner. The physicality of our lovemaking was beyond words to describe. But knowing that just on the other side of the wall lay my lover, the one I had sworn lifelong devotion to, the one I would spend the rest of my life making love to, the one who had suffered a paralysis from a bullet wound to make our love possible, the one for whom I had killed my own sister...With these thoughts crossing my mind all night, I had difficulty in concentrating or really enjoying the action. I kept wondering if I should get up and feed or diaper the baby? Was sex actually that important to me? Sure, I was horny and needed to get off...but I wanted to be getting off with my lover.During the whole night, I hadn't kissed Cory once. I suppose that meant something. I couldn't wait any longer. At 5:30AM I could hear Cory sleeping, so I got up and went into Eddie's or "our" room and picked up Little Hal. Sure enough, he had deposited a big number one and number two in his diaper. Most babies would've cried, I'm sure, but not OUR baby. He was always smiling and so good natured, he had been appropriately named for his uncle. After the great diaper change, I dressed and went into the kitchen and put some kindling and a huge clod of coal in the stove and made breakfast. As soon as the aroma of the fresh coffee and country ham filled the entire house, I heard stirring noises coming from both bedrooms. It's funny how the nose can act as an alarm clock. Cory was helping Eddie with crutches this morning. That was a good sign that maybe the physical therapy was working and soon he might be able to ambulate by himself. Once Cory had seated Eddie, I went over and gave Eddie a kiss. "Mornin', big guy." "Mornin', my little love." "Good morning, Cory." I said cordially, not really looking at him, "Mornin'," he replied, trying to avert my eyes also. "Did you sleep well, Eddie?". "It would have been hard to see who was sleepin' more like a baby...me or Little Hal." He gave both of us a quick glance and buried his nose in the coffee cup. "Did you guys sleep OK?" "Sure." "Sure, no problem. I kept thinking I should go check on the baby every hour." Eddie wasn't satisfied with the answer, so he pressed once more. "Well, if you didn't sleep all that well, were you able to get relaxed?" The two of us knew what he was referring to. "Let's just say that Cory and I both got relaxed. OK? 'Nuff said?" "Yeah...Cory has that special way of making you feel real good...you know, massagin' and all." "Both of us know what you're talking about, Eddie. Cory, if you get a chance, could you see that Eddie gets 'relaxed' today?" We all laughed...Thank God. I wasn't sure where Eddie's remarks were leading, but I assumed they were all made in good fun. "I've got to go out and check those beans and spray 'em for mites, so I should be busy most of the day. Will you guys take care of lunch and make sure the baby is looked after?" "Jesus, Eddie, we're not helpless. Would you quit being such a worry-wart?" "You two sound like an old married couple." Cory said. "Would you believe that before the gunshot injury, Eddie and I had never spent a whole night together in the bed?" "Damn." "I use to tell Eddie my life was like that movie, 'The Perils of Pauline'." "Maybe that's what I teach Little Hal to call you...'Momma Pauline'." Eddie joked. "You do and he'll be wondering why his Daddy Eddie left home in such a hurry." I started out toward the barn to get the fogger and fill it with DDT to spray the bugs off the beans, but having just eaten, I wasn't really to inhale the bitter odor and mix it with the taste of country ham still swilling in my saliva. I knew that Eddie and Cory would be busy with the baby, the household chores, and the morning therapeutical exercises, so I decided to take a sabbatical from my work and stroll down the road toward the pond where Hal and I often swam. It was not even mid-morning but the sun was already bearing down and since I hadn't bathed the night before, I looked forward to a cool morning dip. I started up the little knoll that hid the pond from the road, and as I did, I heard the sound of laughter and splashing coming from over the rising. Since the pond was entirely on our property, I couldn't imagine who would be trespassing in broad daylight. So as I approached the top of the hill, I squatted down to catch a peek at the intruders. There were three boys in water up to their waists. They appeared to be high school age...probably playing hookie from Bradley High. I couldn't blame them 'cause I'd done the same thing only a few years ago. Sometimes you just have to get your head out of books and wash it clean in a country lake. I didn't recognize any of the three. They had to be neighbors' kids or else how would they have known where to swim and not get caught by Mr. Ridgeway, the truant officer? Mr. Ridgeway had held that position since God was in short pants. He meant business when it came to finding hookie players. He, not only would pack you up in his car and tote you back to school, he made sure you felt his wrath with a freshly cut 'hick'ry', not from a hickory tree, but usually a green switch from a pecan tree. I had been the recipient of the red welts the switch made on the back of my legs only one time, and that was enough to make a lasting impression. I never skipped school again. I wondered if these three kids knew about the Ridgeway corporal punishment for truancy? Oh, hell, let 'em swim and have a good time as long as they can. I would just wait for my dip as soon as they had left. I decided not to make my presence known and just watch from my vantage point. When one of them got splashed, he jumped in the air. That was when I discovered they were skinny-dipping. Why should they have trunks if they were skipping school? Memories of Hal, Bobby, and Chuck, all dead and gone now, flooded my mind. That first afternoon, I had gone swimming with Bobby and Chuck and they taught me my first lesson in male sex. And then Hal had come by to join them and a few hours later, I was in bed making love to my big brother. God, how I had loved Hal. Ever since the three of them had been killed in the war, my body would tighten up every time I heard the mention of Korea on the radio. That stupid, stupid war where some 55,000 Americans lost their lives and another 103,000 were wounded, and no one actually won that war, even though the Koreans and Chinese had over ten times as many casualties as we did. They just sorta called a truce and everyone quit and went home, like it was a ball game or something. I guess when you come to think of it, there are never any real winners in a war. When it's all over and you count your losses, it really wasn't worth the effort, after all. I looked down and saw two of the three naked boys getting out of the water. One of them reached in his blue jeans pocket and pulled out a pack of Fatima cigarettes and a box of wooden matches. Boy, were they asking for it...playing hookie and smoking at the same time! Old man Ridgeway would have a field day when and if he caught them. While they were spreading out their undershirts to have something to sit on, they hadn't noticed their buddy whom they had left in the water. He hadn't yelled, but he was in the process of "going down for the third time". I saw that he was in trouble and I raised up and yelled, "HEY!". When the two, on the shore, heard me scream, they jumped up and started gathering up their clothes for a quick retreat. "We're sorry, mister!" they yelled at me. "No! No!", I cried back."Your buddy...in the water...he's drowning!!!" "Oh shit! Where is he?" the shouted, running back toward the pond. I ran to join them in the search, unbuckling my overalls and shucking my boots as I went. By the time I reached the water, I was as naked as they were. I dived into the water and swam as fast as I could toward the spot where I had last seen him. The three of us were frantic, bumping, and getting into each other's way. I took a deep breath and forced my body to sink to the bottom. The water was a bit murky, but I could still see the boy. I reached out and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him upward with me as I arose from the depth. I continued to swim toward the shore, still tugging him by the hold I had on his blonde locks. I had him pulled out of the water and laying on the bank before they had even got to shallow water. I couldn't see him breathing and I wished now I had taken that class the Red Cross offered in artificial respiration. He was laying on his stomach and I straddled his buttocks and began to push down firmly on his back and ribs. I rocked back and forth applying pressure. The two friends were standing beside me, scared to death. They didn't know I felt as helpless as them in not knowing what to do. They began shouting at him, "Tim!...Timothy!...Wake up!...Come on, boy!...Don't die!...Wake up!...Tim!...Tim!..." I was on about my tenth "heave-ho", when Timothy sputtered and began to cough up water. I lunged forward one more time, pushing with all my weight and about a cup of water and mucous spewed out of his mouth. His eyelids fluttered as he tried to open them. He blinked two or three times and tried to become aware of where he was and what was happening. "What?...Where?...Who?..." he asked incoherently and looked over his shoulder to see me yelling, "What the fuck are you trying to do,...cornhole me??!!" That's when I realized my cock had sunk in between his asscheeks. I hadn't even noticed. The other two were so relieved that he wasn't dead, they began to laugh in nervous hysteria. "No, no, Tim. This guy just saved your life." the boy with brown hair said. "I'm sorry, Tim. I wasn't doing what you thought." I exclaimed embarrassingly. "Well it sure felt like it...pull that thing out of my ass!" Jesus Christ! In my panic, had I sprung a boner? Sure as hell, my cock was hard as a rock. No wonder he revived so quickly! Seeing my full-blown erection, the other two were laughing so hard, they fell to the ground holding their sides. Me? I was at a loss for words. There was nothing I could say to make matters better. I stood up, my cock still dangling in mid-air. "Are you all right?" I managed to ask as I tried to shield my crotch with both hands. "Yeah, I'm fine." "Boy, you sure looked funny when you came to," said the shorter boy. "Were you more afraid of drowning or getting fucked in the ass by a stranger?" "Shut your mouth, both of you." Tim said. "If either one of you ever tells anyone about this...you're both dead meat!" Tim looked at me, "Who are you anyway?" "I think I should ask who are the three of you? This is my farm and my pond you were swimming in." "We're sorry. We didn't expect anyone would see us. We just slipped off from school and cut across that field and saw this lake and thought we'd take a swim." "I don't mind you swimming. I just wish you'd have been more careful. I'd have had a hard time explaining to your parents if one of you had died." I said. "We ain't got no parents...none of us. We live at the Buchanan's Home for Boys." "You're orphans?" I asked without thinking. "Well, if we ain't got no parents, I guess we are." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put it that way. I just meant who is responsible for you?" "No one. They don't care whether we live or die at that place. It's just one less mouth they won't have to feed." "My name is Judd...I know his name is Timothy...what's yours?" "I'm Webb, short for Webster," the short one said. "And he's Claiborn, but we call him Clay." pointing to his buddy with the brown hair. "How old are you guys? You look kinda old to be living at Buchanan's." I surmised. "Me and Clay are eighteen and Timothy will be too in two weeks." answered Webb. "I thought you had to move out of the home when you reached eighteen." "We were suppose to, but they let us stay on till we graduated high school at the end of the month...I guess the draft'll get all three of us then, if we don't join up first." Clay added. "Where will y'all be staying once you have to leave the home?" "Don't know...looks like we'll have to join the service sooner than we expected to." "Do y'all know anything about farming...weeding, hoeing, picking...?" "Sure, that's what we did at Buchanan's." "If I could find a place for y'all to sleep, would you be interested in coming to help me work my farm...say, for room and board and a little spending money?" "I don't know about the others, but it sounds pretty good to me." said Clay. "Me too," added Webb. "Count me in. How 'bout it, TimBoy? You game?" "Might as well," Timmy replied, "Ain't got nowhere else to go and I sure ain't had any better offers." "Y'all know anything about building and carpentry?" "Some. Why?" "I was thinking. With a few boards, some hammers and some nails, and a little man power, we might be able to convert my barn into sorta a bunk house." "We could give it a go...Hell, what we got to lose?" offered Timmy. "It might be kinda close quarters with the three of you living together, but I guess you are all use to that by now." "Heck, we've been sleeping together since we was knee-high to a bullfrog." "Do y'all have girlfriends or anyone like that?" I asked. "Just Rosy Palms and Ophelia Fivefingers." joked Webb. "Mind if I ask you guys a personal question?" "Shoot." "With you guys being eighteen and all, I know you've discovered sex...what do you do in an orphanage when you get to feeling horny?" I inquired discreetly. "We do it to each other whenever we get the chance and we're sure no one is looking. They probably wouldn't say anything at the home anyway, 'cause they know all of us do it, but that don't make us queer or nothing. Big guys get the younger guys when they're in the bathroom pissin' or takin' a bath, or we wait until the lights are out and the whole place becomes just one big musical bed without the music." Clay said. "We was plannin' to beat off after we got through swimmin'. This is about the most privacy we've had in a long time." Webb added. You know me when someone starts talking about gettin' off, I felt a tingle in my penis that it was about to arise again. "Well, I'd better go and get some of my work done and let you guys do whatever you were plannin'. When you get through and if Old Man Ridgeway hasn't caught you playing hookie, come on up the road and look for me in the bean patch and I'll take you up to see the barn. We can talk more, then." I said trying to excuse myself before my erection got any bigger. "Looks like you could use some 'gettin' off' too, from the looks of your thing down there." Timmy said, eyeing my crotch. I quickly tried to cover myself. "Don't hide it. We're all men, here and we've all seen a hard-on before. Just lookin' at yours is making me hard, too." said Clay. "You wanna join us and get off before you go back to your bean patch?" Webb invited. "Naw, I really couldn't." I replied. "Why not? It's just a little harmless fun between guys." Webb added. Jesus! How could I refuse? Eddie was probably getting Cory's special kind of therapy right now...and here I was standing naked surrounded by three good-looking young colts, looking for some action. A new partner might add to their excitement...and if was just masturbating,...what could be wrong with that? "All right, but let's make it quick and let's go over to that grassy spot beneath those trees and get out of the sun." The four of us gathered up our clothes and walked single-file toward the shade. We set our clothes on the ground and stood in a circle looking at each other as we all elongated our erections. I noticed all three of them were looking at my privates to help speed up their process. "Y'all wanna stand or sit?" Clay asked. "Sit." replied Webb. "Sit," chimed in Timmy. "All right, I guess we'll all sit." I complied. As we sat down on the grass, I noted that the circle we have formed became closer and more intimate. Our knees were touching each other's. "Judd, do you know what a circle-jerk is?" asked Clay. "I think so." I tried to answer innocently. "Good. Then you reach over and grab Webb's dick and Webb will grab Timmy's. Timmy will grab mine and I'll take hold of yours and make a game out of it,...OK?" "Sure, I'll play house rules." I said. "Now, we don't play for money. We play for penalty." "What's that." "OK, nobody cheats. You have to jerk the guy's cock you're holding as if you were jerking yourself...and then the last one to cum, has to lick the cum off the guys he lost to." I seemed to remember I had played this same game a few months ago with other partners. I found myself in the same dilemma I had encountered before. If I came quickly, I would have the joy of letting one of them lick me off. If I Lost, I would have the pleasure of putting all three of them in my mouth and sapping all their juices...either way, I couldn't lose. "OK, Everybody ready? Start jerkin' when I count to three. One...two... THREE!", Clay shouted. The race was on. I had Webb's massive member in my grip and I began to work it up and down, for dear life. At the same time, I was learning the pressure and stroke that Clay used to get himself off with, as he applied it to my cock. He was firm and steady with his movements. I was almost in awe. I had no idea what a little trip down the old dirt road would bring when I left the house earlier. We kept this action going for several minutes before I began to suspect they were signalling each other. Was I to be the victim of some diabolical plan? Had I innocently fallen prey to some scheme they had concocted. Something was going on and I wasn't sure just what. However, I caught on their devised plot about one minute later when Clay and Timmy both climaxed at the same time, leaving only Webb and me to compete for the finish. I knew they wanted to see if I would follow through with the penalty if I lost the contest. It was up to me to either keep Webb's cock from reaching an orgasm from my manipulation or be submissive to the job Clay was doing on me. If I came first, it would spoil their devious plan and Webb would be the loser---or the winner, depending on how you looked at it. Also, if I came first, I would lose the chance to get what I wanted...the three of them...in my mouth. I decided to dig deep and use all the staying power I could muster and be the last. Apparently I succeeded because I felt Webb's cock began to throb as it spouted about a two-foot stream of white buttermilk across our human circle. As a matter of fact, he sprayed it all over Timmy's legs which were stretched out directly across from him. "Sorry, Judd, looks like you've got the unlucky task of cleaning up all the mess we made." said Clay. "Yeah, sorry, Judd," echoed Webb, followed by a similar "Sorry" from Timmy. Who was sorry? I certainly wasn't. It worked out just as I had planned. I got to taste the cream of all three of the young calves. "OK, if you all insist," I faked grumbling, "But I guess I lost fair and square and a bet is a bet. I don't really like doing this, but I know any one of you three would do the same thing if you had lost." "Sure. You bet! That's right!" they all said together overlapping each other with their comments. I asked them to stand up as I crawled on my knees to face Webb's cummy crotch. I took his cock in my hand and began to lick it like a twelve cent large ice cream cone, down at Kay's Parlor. Maybe it was because I was thinking of ice cream that made me think Webb's semen had sugar in it. I'd never tasted sperm as sweet as his. I cleaned his shaft, his balls, his inner-thighs---wherever I needed to, with my tongue. I thought I would give him an added thrill by putting his dick in my mouth and giving it a long suck to make sure I had all of him. Webb threw his head back and moaned a loud "ooooh" as he relished the moment with glee. From the corner of my eye I could see the other two looking very surprised at my willingness and also at the delight that Webb was receiving. They were almost impatient in awaiting their turns. I thought I would tease them a bit and make them want me longer, by taking my time with Webb. "Hurry up, Judd, and finish Webb. This stuff's beginning to get cold and dry on me. You better get over here while it's still hot and wet." urged Clay. "Yeah, mine too," chimed in Timmy. I went over to Clay next and repeated the same cleaning procedure I had used on Webb, but strangely, Clay's sperm was a salty and yellowish, whereas Webb's was sweet and white. I gave his scrotum a big squeeze as I engulf his cock in my mouth. This made him cry out loudly as I soon had drained him, too. Now it was time for Timmy. In my mind I thought, "Webb was too sweet and Clay was too salty, so Timmy's must be JUST RIGHT,", as I quickly plunged him down my throat. Apparently Timmy wasn't expecting this as I took him by surprise. "Oh, oh, stop...please...I'm too sensitive...it hurts...just clean me off and let the sucking go...OK?" Timmy yelled. I withdrew him from my mouth and continued to clean him in less sensitive areas. When I was finished with Timmy, I smiled, pleased with myself over a job well done. They had gotten what they wanted and so had I, but I didn't want to let on that I had actually beat them at their game. "Is that clean enough for you?" I asked the three of them. "All I can say is that you must have a neat house because you sure are a good cleaner." Clay said. "How 'bout it? You all think you'd like working for me?" "Only if you'd come visit us in the bunkhouse once in a while." Timmy said, "That might be arranged," I replied, "but I don't live alone. My best friend, the husband of my dead sister lives with me and he has a baby, and right now, we have sort of a nurse or therapist living with us. He takes care of my friend Eddie." "What's the matter with him?" Webb inquired. "Eddie was in an accident and had some damage done to his spine and he's learning how to walk again." "Anybody else living with you...no females?" Timmy asked. "No, just the three of us plus the baby. You see, normally, if Eddie weren't hurt, he would be helping me take care of the farm. But due to his condition, I'm having to do everything by myself and that's why I need you guys to help me." "How soon would you want us to move in?" asked Timmy. "As soon as we can make the barn livable. If you guys could come over in the afternoons after school for a little while and on weekends, we could get everything fixed up in no time and then you could move in the night of your high school graduation, it that's all right with all of you." "That barn doesn't smell like cow shit, does it?" Webb asked, "No, the cows are long gone." "Yeah, but what kind of odor did they leave? I don't like the idea of choking to death every night on fumes from old cow manure." "I promise that there won't be any problem. I'll even place a bottle of AirWick every ten feet just in case." "Well, it sounds good to me." "Me too." "Me too...anything to get away from Buchanan's." "You wanna come up to the house now and take a look around?" "No, we'd better get dressed and be on our way. But we can come by around four tomorrow afternoon after school, if that would be OK." Clay assured. "You're sure you're going to school tomorrow?" "Aw, man, you've got the wrong idea. We don't skip school every day." Timmy said. "Just the days we have tests scheduled." Webb added as they all laughed. "All right then, get dressed. Be careful and watch out for Old Man Ridgeway. If your afternoons are going to be tied up in study hall detention, you won't do me any good...Any questions?" "Just one. How old are you, Judd?" "Twenty-one." I replied. "Fuck, I thought you were thirty or something. You're just about our age." Clay said. "Thanks...I think!" I retorted. "See you guys tomorrow." "Bye and thanks, Judd." "Yeah, thanks." "Yeah, me too." "No, guys, thank you." I said, clicking the last strap of my overalls as I turned and headed back up the road toward the house. Boy, was Eddie going to be surprised!!! I wondered what he and Cory had been doing all morning as I had "worked" so laboriously "interviewing" my new farmhands. Not knowing what the future would bring next,I felt good for the moment. <><><><><><><><<><><><><><> I hope you will continue to watch for additional chapters, added weekly, of my two other on-going, Nifty stories: "boy-in-the-mirror" in the "High School" section and "whence-cometh-my-help" found in "Adult Friends". The next episode in the continuing saga of Judd and Eddie will be posted shortly. R.C.