Date: Tue, 08 May 2001 17:08:11 -0400 From: Ritch Christopher Subject: GayMale/Incest/just-beyond-that-hill-15 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. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> To me, the greatest creations that God gave to man was his five senses. And nowhere else on earth could these five senses be used to their worth than on a farm in Tennessee at dusk, just before nightfall. The colors of the sky are more vivid than the Aurora Borealis up north. For here, the sky changes from bright blue to a shade of deep purple before it finally gives up and turns black to paint a background for the millions of stars and the big golden crescent moon. On the horizon, as the sun sets just beyond that hill, there is a streak of yellow just above the bright red that outlines the far ridge. The yellow reaches upward to touch the blue, thus forming a glimmer of green where the two colors meet. The clouds overhead are white changing to blackish blue as they float downward into the sunset. The first thing you feel is just a faint whisper of a breeze carrying the aroma of gardenias mixed with orange or apple blossoms and occasionally a hint of jasmine. There is no sweeter fragrance known to man. It's enough to make you want to have an orgasm with your nostrils. The same thing can be said about the sounds at night. The katydids sirens fade as the crickets chirping drowns them out. You can almost pick out the four part harmony as the frogs sing...from the bass of the bullfrog to the soprano of the tree toad. What about the tastes of evening? Nothing is as refreshing as a cold pail of wellwater after you've just eaten a big slice of watermelon straight off the vine, or a freshly picked peach right off the tree. The last sensuality is touch. I've already mentioned the touch of the breeze, but even cooler was lying down on the ground and feel the earth cooling beneath you as the sun goes down. The smell of grass, the taste of honeysuckle, the stillness of the night, the dampness of the earth as it prepares to ejaculate the morning dew, and finally the vast night sky that proves how insignificant we are in the universe. A farm changes its personality at different times of the day. My favorite time was always eventide when the sun was just going down over that hill and you could feel the first breeze you'd longed for all day and that's where I am right now, at my own little farm in Bradley County, Tennessee. My daily chores are finished and the nightly ones are about to begin. It's good to stop in between the two to take notice of your blessings and be aware of your shortcomings. I was never the religious believer that my momma wanted me to be. I'll never be as sure of my place in heaven as she was of hers, but before I die and see if I'm gonna be disappointed, I'll take time out to thank the good Lord for what I have now. I am blessed to have Eddie and Little Hal. I thank God for sending me Cory for he's a blessing if ever there was one. I guess I'm glad I had the momma and dad that I was born with. I'm sorry my time with Big Hal was cut so short and I'm sorry for the way things turned out with Marie, but, heck, everything in life can't be perfect! Shit! I could rattle on all day, the way Momma could, but I'd better not. I've got work to do! <><><><><><><><><> I could see mixed emotions in Eddie's face when I told him about Clay, Webb, and Timmy. He knew I needed help with the farm. All the crops had to be worked to yield a good crop come harvest time. But at the same time I could see the underlying suspicion in his eyes that I might have an ulterior motive for three young studs. Eddie and I were far past the stage of getting jealous every time we encountered someone whom we might find attractive. I had travelled across the country and seen what was on the other side of the hill and now I was back home with my own family and I was determined to make a go of the farm. I owed that much to Dad and Momma. I couldn't be sure if Big Hal would have stayed if he'd come home from Korea. He knew the farm would've been split up three ways. Only God knows what Marie would've done with her share. Hal would've given his third to me...but now, it was all mine...my responsibility. It's a good thing I left for California when I did, for I didn't see another trip in my future for a long time to come. The prospect of having three unattached, healthy, young male specimens piqued Cory's interest. He envisioned them coming home after a long day of hoeing in need of a good deep massage. He kept his fingers nimble by squeezing two palm-size rubber balls, not to mention the two he practiced on encased inside Eddie's scrotum pouch. Speaking from personal experience I knew he had a talent for knowing just how much pressure to apply in being gentle and at the same time achieving the correct therapeutic effect. "So all three of them are going to live in the barn?" Eddie asked. "Well, I'm hoping by the time we fix it up with paint and furniture, it won't be a barn anymore." "Do you think they can be trusted, Judd?" Cory asked, "They're not delinquents, are they?" "Just truants...same as me when I was their age. I used to skip school and go fishing, and old man Ridgeway, the truant officer, never did catch me." I replied, then added, "No, I think if they'd had any reputation of being delinquents, the Buchanan Home would've thrown 'em out, long ago...How'd you guys make out while I was busy rounding up hired help?" "Not bad." Eddie said. "Aw, he's understating his progress, Judd." Cory interrupted. "Another couple of weeks he'll be ready to walk down the road to the mailbox without assistance." "You're not trying to put yourself out of a job, are you, Cory?...Where do you plan on going?" I asked. "Nowhere. I guess, but there won't be much need for me to hang around. You and Eddie need to get on with your life together." "If you don't mind pulling your belt up another notch when you get hungry, we'd love for you to stay on here with us. There's always plenty of things to do around a farm, especially when we don't have a woman around to do the indoor farmwork." I said. "I would love to stay on, but I'm afraid I'd feel like a fifth wheel, interfering with you and Eddie." "Eddie's not going to be strong enough just yet to keep things going inside the house without help...I mean, we'll have three more mouths to cook for. They'll be out in the fields with me. They might want to pay someone out of their wages to do their washing, ironing, and cleaning. They can't afford much, but at least it'll be something. It won't put a dent in my expenses to keep on paying you what you're getting now. You're already in my budget." "Come on, Cory, think about it!" Eddie chimed in. "You know you love being around the two of us, and we love havin' you here." "Yeah, but I'm not telling tales out of school when I say to both of you, I've been busy with 'other' matters with both of you...like bedroom activities. How's my being here going to affect that?" "Cory, there's not a jealous bone in either Eddie's or my body. If we want a change of pace from each other, and that change just happens to involve you, then so what?" I replied. "I'll tell you what. Some time in the next day or two, when I'm not around, the two of you talk it over and see if you both agree that I wouldn't be in the way." "OK, but I think both of our minds are already made up. Don't you think so, Eddie?" "Mine is." Eddie answered. "And so is mine...So, there..." "All right, I'll stay...but the very minute either of you want me to leave, just say the word, and I'll be gone." "Fair enough!...Now, what's for supper?" "How does a sweet potato pie sound for dessert?" Cory asked, smiling. "Sounds like Momma's back home." I said. "I think I'll go in and see if Little Hal needs changing." We filled our bellies with fried turnip greens, stewed tomatoes, boiled okra, fresh lima beans, hog jowl, cornbread and all kinds of fancy doodads Cory had carved out of hot radishes, cucumbers and onions. It was a toss-up among the three of us as to which felt better, to burp or fart. Either way felt good. We didn't bother to wash the pots and pans or the dishes. We just piled them in the sink and covered them with cold soapy water to soak overnight. This was a pretty good night for radio programs. Eddie wanted to listen to "Gangbusters", followed by "Mr, and Mrs. North." My favorite came on at ten, "Lux presents Hollywood". Tonight's episode was gonna be kinda like a soap opera. Susan Hayward was going to recreate the role she played in "With a Song in My Heart". I knew from seeing the movie that Cory would like the songs. By 10:45 the three of us were enraptured with the story of Jane Froman and her battle to walk again, just like Eddie. By the time the last song was being sung, we all were bawling like old women at a wake. In between commercials, Cory had popped some corn I had dried in the kitchen and popcorn on top of turnip greens created enough gas to blow up half of the county. Tonight, there would be no problem about who would sleep with whom. It was rather, who was lucky enough to sleep by himself. It had never happened to me, but I'd often wondered what I would do if I was busy giving someone a blowjob and the other person accidentally blapped my face with a huge fart in my face. I think it would've been more embarrassing if I had been the blapper. Any rate, tonight, there would be NO oral sex by or for anyone. At the same time, it's pretty risky to attempt anal sex. You could get your pecker blown off. That's why the good Lord put hands on the end of Adam's arms, just in case Eve had eaten some raw turnips. Tonight it would be hand jobs all around, so the three of us slept in the same bed with Little Hal across the room in his crib. By 2:00 AM we woke each other up, laughing from our anal sounds. Actually it sounded more like a herd of elephants tuning up their trumpets. The alarm clock seemed to go off much earlier the next morning. <><><><><><><><><><><> Shortly after school had let out for the day, down the long road to the farm came Clay, Webb, and Timmy. From a distance they looked like a movie poster for Claudette Colbert in "Three Came Home", but maybe it was just my imagination, always trying to link people to movie stars and situations to movie scenes. I had done that with everybody I'd ever met in my life. The three of them seemed less excited than they were yesterday about moving into the barn and working for room and board, but, heck, they didn't have too many options after graduation. They had to vacate the home for boys because they had reached the age of eighteen. They had no relatives or friends to take them in. God knows, they had no money. Looking at their situation from my vantage point, they could either come live with me and work the farm or they could always join the armed forces or wait to be drafted. And with the war still raging in Korea, that idea was the last resort. So their choice narrowed down to manure or M1 rifles...not much of a choice, really. But at least on the farm they'd have their freedom and share each other's company. "When you said work for room and board, just how much work were you talking about?" Clay was the first to ask. "A lot," I answered."but it doesn't all have to be done in one day. There's three of you, plus me, and we'll have to do some hoeing and weeding until things are ready to pick. The farm is big but not huge. All in all, I guess there's a little over 1,000 acres." "And they've all got somethin' planted on 'em?" Timmy asked, wide-eyed. "What kind of things?" "Well, lots of things like fresh vegetables we can pick and drive them down to the curb market and sell them on the weekend. Of course, if you get 'em all sold, you can stay and see a movie or go to a restaurant or something. That'a like having a short vacation every week. It's a lot of hard work, but there's still room to have some good times." "What's the hardest vegetable you have to harvest?" Webb asked. "Probably digging pototoes. Most everything else you can pick off a bush or a stalk. Pulling corn ears is not too much fun. You have to wear long sleeve shirts or the leaves on the corn stalks will cut you and you get that itchy sap on your skin and it'll nearly drive you crazy until you take a bath." I said as I continued my speil. "Who was gonna do all this work, if you hadn't asked us to help?" Clay inquired. "I guess, I'd've had to do it all by myself," I answered. "Shit, man! You couldn't do all that by yourself," "That's why I need you guys. You think you could see your way into helping me?" "Where's the barn you want us to live in?" Webb asked. "Come on and I'll show it to you." "It better not smell like cow shit!" Webb rebutted. "It doesn't. I keep the cows in another shed. The place you guys will be staying in was used mostly for storing hay and feed for the animals. Have any of you ever gathered eggs?" "I have." Timmy replied. "Ain't nothin' to it once the hen gets off the nest. You have to watch out for the roosters, though, they'll come a runnin' at you. I got pecked bad by one of 'em when I was just a kid. That's when I was livin' with my aunt. She couldn't get the damned thing off me and she picked up a broom and swung at the rooster and knocked his head clean off its body. Then you should have seen that thing flop all over the yard with no head. That thing flopped around about twenty minutes before it stopped dead in its tracks. I never knew somethin' could live that long with no head." I laughed at him because I knew what he said was true. I showed them the barn and gave them a rough idea how we could fix it up with beds and furniture. The more I talked, the more they seemed convinced that it would be nice just to have a place of their own so they could do what they liked at day's end. "Well, what do you think?" I asked the three of them. "I guess we could try it for a while," Webb said. The other two nodded their heads in agreement with him. "Good, Then it's settled. We can start working on the barn tomorrow after school. If we work every afternoon and all day Saturday, we should be through." The idea seemed to please them. "Now, do you think you could stay for supper or do you have to get back to the home?" "We could call and I guess they'd let us stay to eat." Clay replied, "Fine. I want you to meet the rest of my family...well, not exactly my family. but they're close enough. I live with my brother-in-law and his baby. We have a friend who's been acting like my brother-in-law's nurse while he recuperates from a back injury." I didn't see the need in telling them about Marie and Eddie's gun shot wound. "I think the lot of us should get to know one another better if we're gonna be living together. I hope you guys like fresh vegetables, because that's what we have most every night, with fried chicken or pork chops." "Sounds good to me." said Clay. "We get new food at the home about twice a week. The other nights they take the food left over from the night before and mix it together and call it stew or goulash. Sometimes we don't even know what we're eating, it's been mixed together so much." "You said you lived with your brother-in-law and his baby. Where's his wife or the kid's mother?" Webb asked. "She was my sister. She died a few weeks ago." "That's too bad." Webb replied. "It's lucky for the baby, it's still got you and his daddy; otherwise, he might be livin' at Buchanan's like us." "The baby's name is Hal. He was named after my brother, Hal, who was killed in Korea. When my sister died, I sorta assumed the role of a second parent, and Eddie, my brother-in-law, and I refer to Little Hal as 'our' son." "That's good that the kid has two parents." Timmy said, smiling pleasantly like he'd just heard a bedtime story. "Come on up to the house. I want to introduce everybody to each other." I urged. Even though I had told Cory that I was not jealous of Eddie's bedroom jaunts between the two of them, I had an ulterior motive in introducing the boys to him, Perhaps it was to ease my guilty conscience from my indiscretions at the pond yesterday, but I was anxious to see if Eddie would look at them in the same way that I had. A selfish side of me popped out. I didn't want the saying, "what's sauce for the goose..." to apply in Eddie's case. The main difference was that Cory was like part of the family and these new kids weren't. So I made a point of watching Eddie's eyes and the expression on his face as I brought the boys into the kitchen. Eddie was sitting at the head of the table feeding a bottle of warm milk to Little Hal, nestled in the crook of his arm. Cory was bent over the wooden stove stirring the contents of nine pots he was trying to cook on only four eyes on the stovetop. The kitchen air reeked with aromas of hot vegetables and a pan full of biscuits in the oven. "Eddie,...Cory,...I want you to meet Webb, Clay, and Timmy. I just showed them the barn and they've decided to come live with us for a while and help out with the crops. They'll be moving in when school lets out in about a week and a half." Everyone said their "hi's" and shook hands all around. The look on Eddie's face was no more than cordial. I saw no attraction, whatsoever, to any of the three new members of the household. I knew Cory must've expected to stay for supper because of the amount of food he had cooked for supper. Heck, when you grow your own food, it doesn't cost any more to feed six than it does for three. Clay, Webb, and Timmy might have only been eighteen years old, but they ate like growing boys with hearty appetites. They kept dishing out seconds and thirds until they scraped the bottom of the bowls. I wondered how little they were given to eat at Buchanan's home, because if all the boys there ate like these three, the place would soon shut be down by bankruptcy. Before we ate, I called Buchanan's to tell them the boys were staying for supper. Miss Dolores Lacey anwered the phone. She was a friend of Momma's and had worked at Buchanan's for years, ever since her boyfriend was killed in Italy during World War II. She had pined and grieved over the loss of the first and only man in her life and had substituted him by working with over a hundred boys at the Home. It had been rumored among the guys at my high school that Old Lady Lacy would actually get in the showers with the fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen year old boys and wash their backs or any other parts she thought needed to be clean. No one ever proved that the story was true, but I wanted to be sure and ask Webb about it...but only AFTER he'd moved out of the shelter. I guess even old maids have to find a way to get their jollies. I'm sure the boys didn't mind. By 7:30 I had loaded up my three guests in my truck and drove them back to their "dormitory". They were still bragging about Cory's cooking and were looking forward to more of the same. I thought if home cooked meals was what it took to keep them happy, we'd have plenty to eat all three meals. The next day, I worked on the pole beans, driving stakes into the ground and tying up the draping plants with henna rope. By mid-afternoon, I had rows and rows of wooden stobs. It reminded me of the National Cemetary in Chattanooga where all the markers looked the same. I wiped my forehead and gave a huge sigh of satisfaction at my accomplishment and hurried back to meet the boys who were due to commence work on their new abode. They were right on time and for the next three hours we measured, hammered, and sawed until we had cordoned off the area they were to live in, with three walls and door frames. I figured they all must have taken shop in junior high because they all three were adept with building tools. I noticed, as the four of us worked, that Clay and Webb kept handing tools, nails, and various implements to Timmy as if the two of them were competing for his attention. Timmy looked younger than they, and bordered on being the slightest bit effeminate. I wondered, while they were alone, (which wasn't very often),if Timmy assumed the role of the 'girl' in their lives. That might explain why he was the object of their attention. We ran a hose from the faucet outside to a hook inside where the bathroom was built. I attached a screw-on showerhead I'd bought at Agnew Hardware Store. The water drained into a small trench we'd dug for the pipes and exited under the walls toward the septic tank pit. So, even though the water was ice cold, at least they had a temporary shower. I brought three of Momma's big terri-towels from the house and a bar of Ivory soap, so that they could clean up for supper before their nightly return to the Home. Around six, quitting time, they decided to bathe and began removing their "work" clothes while I went outside the barn to turn on the faucet to give them "running" water from their new showerhead. I heard the three of them squeal as the cold water splashed on their naked backs. There was only enough water pressure for one person, but they had managed to all squeeze together to share the wet. I went back in the barn to watch them frolic under the flimsy spray. They reminded me "The East Side Kids" with Leo Gorcey and Huntz Hall, where police would open the spillway on a fire hydrant and let the children cool off on the hot streets of New York. I noticed it didn't take long for my "Dead End Kids" to get their familiar erections as they rubbed their bodies against one another. Clay saw me as I observed them and hollered. "Hey, Judd, you don't mind if we 'get off' before dinner, do you? We don't get much privacy at the Home." "No, go right ahead and enjoy yourselves. You've worked hard and it's time for you to play." I said. "Hey, Judd!", Webb yelled, "Wanna join us?" "No, thanks. I'll just watch if you don't mind." "Hell, no! We'll even put on a show for you." Webb replied. I was amused to see three six foot bodies, that weighed around 160 pounds each, toting three giant erections, trying to crowd under a weak sprinkling shower. No one was totally wet. As I stood there looking from the door, Cory came over from the house to tell us supper was almost done. "What's goin' on?" Cory asked. "Wanna see?" I replied. I opened the door a little wider so that Cory could get a clear unobstructed view of the live male nudie show. I thought Cory's eyes would bulge out of their sockets. "Would you believe that?" Cory exclaimed, just loud enough that only I could hear him. "See anything that appeals to you?" I kidded him. "Do I have to pick just ONE?" He asked. "I'd have to get a taste of all three before I could make a decision." "They just asked me if I wanted to join them." "And you DIDN'T?...Judd, you can be such a wimp sometimes. Heck, if they'd asked me I'd been right in the middle soaping up all three of them." "Want me to see if I can get you an invite?" "Oh, no, Judd I'd be too embarrassed. I hardly even know them." Cory blushed. "NOW, who's being a wimp?" I asked accusingly, but smiling. "They ARE a sight to behold! Shit, I can get hard just looking at them." "Sure beats listening to the radio, doesn't it?" By this time, our 'entertainers' were involved in a wide variety of blowjobs, rimming, ass-fucking, you name it! They weren't the least bit inhibited knowing Cory and me were watching them. I wished I'd had a motion picture camera to film this spectacle. I'd've called it "Three Boys Go to the Farm" and I could've made a fortune selling it under the counter in back rooms across the country. Or else, if I knew how to advertise it in some magazine, I'd make copies of the film and mail them in plain brown wrappers. The more they 'performed' for us, the more I saw Cory feeling himself through his trousers. The boys hadn't excited me. but watching Cory made my loins start to swell. It was like some sort of a chain reaction. I reached over, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his dick. "Here, Cory, let me do that for you." I said as I began to jerk him off. "Thanks, Judd. Is there anything I can do for you?" "Why don't you feel between my legs and see." I invited. Soon there were two separate groups of sexual activity going strong in the barn. The boys were busy getting each other off, while Cory and I were watching them as if they were in a dirty movie. We were mastubating each other, trying to imitate the rhythm of our players. We must have found the same beat because it seemed like all five of us came at the same time. The three guys collapsed on the floor and let the water spill over their heads. Cory had a dish towel in his back pocket and used it to clean the two of us. "Was this a preview of things to come?" Cory joked, "I feel kinda guilty that Eddie didn't get to see the show." "Oh, I believe he'll have ample opportunity to see many more." "Did you know they engaged in this type activity when you hired them?" Cory asked. "I had an inkling the other day when I met them by the pond. But that's not the main reason I hired them. I needed help with the crops." "Sure, you did..." Cory smirked. "Do you think, while you're remodelling the barn, you might be able to build one more room for me?" "You idiot." I said, slapping him on the back of the head. "Who's an idiot? I'm dead serious." Then he started kidding. "Judd, how do you know the guys won't need an adult to stay with them out here and protect them from the wolves and bears?" "And the lions and the tigers too?" I joked back. "Hey! I wasn't joking." "All right, I'll tell you what. If, in a couple of weeks, Eddie's improved enough that he can manage on his own, I'll see if we can build another room just for you....That is...if you promise to behave!" "I'll be a den mother." "Horseshit! Den mother, my ass. Let's go eat!" <><><><><><><><><><><><><> (to be continued)