Date: Wed, 07 Oct 2020 20:38:26 +0000
From: Neil M <writerguy1@protonmail.com>
Subject: Mcgregor and Sons: Chapter 6

Mcgregor & Sons: Chapter Six

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Aiden waited patiently for the mail carrier to appear at the end of their
driveway. It had been almost two weeks since he had received a letter
from Junior, and he knew in his heart that another was on its way.

As he watched Mr. Sanford, their mail carrier, drive up the road he got
excited. Once he greeted him and took the mail from his hand, Aiden
sprinted back to the house.

Running through the front door, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the
mail for his dad and brother on the table, then darted up to his room.
Once he was alone he opened the envelope.



Buddy,

In your last letter to me, you asked me to let you know where I am. At
the moment, I'm just outside the city of Hanoi. Not sure if you've ever
heard of it, but knowing how smart you are, I imagine you have. Dad says
you're getting straight A's. I'm so proud of you, buddy. I can't believe
I haven't seen you for almost a year. Every month that goes by I swear I
think about you more.

Dad mentioned that some college baseball scouts have been looking at
Paddy. With an arm like his, I always knew they would come around
eventually. I'm really happy for him.

Dad told me he is looking for a farmhand. I suppose with me being gone
and Paddy getting ready to go to college soon, he needs someone to help
him out with the workload. I'm glad he decided to do this because, no
offense to you little brother, but taking care of the farm is going to be
too much for the two of you to handle alone.

I miss you, Aiden. I miss talking to you in bed, then giving you a kiss
before we fall asleep. I also miss playing with your cute little ass and
dick. When I get home you better be ready, cause I'm gonna make you feel
so good you're never gonna want to get out of bed again.

Well little brother, I gotta get going. You be good, and you make sure to
help dad out with the chores. I love you so much.

Junior



Aiden folded up the letter. Turning to his right, he picked up the framed
picture of his brother, the soldier, he had sitting on his nightstand.
Bringing the picture to his lips, he kissed it delicately.



Patrick stood in the locker room, casually peeling off his sweaty
uniform. As he proceeded to undress, his mind began to wander. He
couldn't believe it was 1971, and he was finally seventeen and a senior
in high school. On top of that, he couldn't believe the profound changes
that had come along with the new year.

The idea of his brother going off to another part of the world to fight
in a war had been jarring. But somehow, deep down he knew Junior was
going to be okay.

The other was that he was being seriously looked at by college scouts.
The fact that he was on their radar and would probably get a scholarship
was pretty bitchin.

After his head came down out of the clouds, he suddenly felt like he
wasn't alone. Standing in his jockstrap, he looked over to his left, and
spotted someone staring at him.

His name was Stephen. He was a shy, skinny fifteen year old blonde who
had just moved to town. He became the new towel boy that always stayed
behind and picked up all the dirty, wet, linen after the baseball team
finished practicing.

Though Patrick had no intention of harming the kid, he thought he might
mess with him a little; just for fun. "You looking at something, friend?"

Stephen instantly became nervous, "N-no. I mean-I'm sorry...I didn't mean
t-"

"It's cool, Stephen. I'm just fuckin with you, man."

Stephen smiled nervously. "H-how did you know my name?" Patrick sized up
the teenage boy, his eyes slowly scanning the length of his body. His
hair was toselled and his pant legs were a little high. The kid was a
nerd. However, he was a really cute nerd.

"You're in my brother's class, right?" Said Patrick.

"Uh, yeah! I'm in Aiden's class. I like him, he's really nice." Stephen
nervously averted his eyes, desperately trying not to meet Patrick's
gaze. Realizing how nervous the boy was, he continued to teasingly flirt
with him.

"You wash jocks too, Stephen?" Caught off guard by Patrick's question,
the boy's head shot up like a jack in the box.

Patrick put his hands into the waistband of his jock. In one quick
movement, he pushed the jock down towards his ankles. With his foot, he
kicked up the jock like a soccer ball; caught it, then threw it in
Stephen's linen bin. Folding his arms in a cocky manner, he leaned
against the lockers, naked.

The boy was noticeably flummoxed. Speaking in a low, sly tone of voice,
Patrick asked him a question. "What do you think, Stephen?"

"M-mm, a-about what?"

Patrick coolly walked towards the teen. Now standing very close, he
whispered seductively in the boy's ear.

"It's okay. I saw how you were looking at me. I liked it."

Stephen's voice shook. "I-I think you look nice." Patrick placed his
hands on the boy's hips. Softly, he began to kiss his cheek. "Just nice?"
he said.

"Really good. You look really good." Patrick leaned into Stephen's body,
pulling him closer as he gently began to kiss him; wetting his lips with
his tongue.

Stephen was equally excited and nervous. He felt light headed as the
strong, handsome, jock kissed him romantically. Putting his hands on
Patrick's bare hips, he instantly became hard.

"You wanna take a shower with me? Coach is gone, and I can help you close
up after we're done." Stephen happily nodded his head.

In the shower, Patrick soaped up his new friend's body. As he wiped the
soap across Stephen's back, he got excited seeing his erect cock poking
the cheeks of his little, round, white butt.

Directing the spray of the water onto them, Patrick turned his friend
around, rinsed the soap off his chest, then delicately wiped the water
off his smooth skin. As his hand drifted down the front of Stephen's
torso, Patrick went for the gold.

As he jacked Stephen's cock, he could feel his warm, panting breath
against his cheek. Wrapping his arm around Stephen's shoulders, he held
him close as he excitedly milked his dick.

Unexpectedly, Patrick felt Stephen's warm, wet, jizz run down his leg.
Pulling Stephen's wet, naked, physique close to his, he kissed him
deeply.

Patrick held Stephen's face, tenderly, as he kissed his mouth. "Guess we
have to wash my leg again." Patrick and Stephen laughed warmly together,
immediately followed by a big hug.

Afterwards, Patrick gave Stephen a ride home. "Oh man, the Yankees are
boss! Said Patrick. "It's so cool that we like the same team." Stephen
smiled as he looked at his new friend, "Patrick, who's your favorite
player?"

Patrick glanced at Stephen before turning his attention back to the road.
"Ah, Thurman Munson, hands down!" Stephen agreed.

Pulling up to the boy's old country house, Patrick shut off his pickup.
"Well Stephen, thanks for the fun man." Stephen's smile faded as his tone
became serious. "You know, you don't have to worry about me, Patrick. I
won't say hi at school and embarrass you or anything."

Patrick's heart sank. He thought maybe he had said something to offend
his new friend. Suddenly, he realized Stephen wasn't upset with him, he
was worried about respecting the bullshit social hierarchy at school.

"Wait Stephen, no. Look, I like you. I mean...I really like you. I don't
care that you're a sophomore and I'm a senior and all that pecking order
crap. When you see me, say hello...cause I plan on doing the same when I
see you."

Stephen's bright smile returned swiftly. "Okay, Patrick. I will."

Now it was Patrick who was smiling. "Mind if I call you tomorrow?"
Stephen blushed. "I'd like that."

"One more thing...you can call me Paddy. That's what my friends call me."
Stephen nodded his head, thanked his new friend for the ride, then
stepped out of his vehicle.

On the drive home, Patrick couldn't get Stephen off his mind. He wasn't
particularly sure what it was he was feeling, all he knew was that he
couldn't wait to see him again.



That following Saturday, Aiden was sitting on the porch, reading a book.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the figure of a man walking
along their long dirt driveway, headed for their house.

He was of average height for a male, with long black hair, pulled back in
a ponytail. He wore a headband with the colors of the American flag.
Carrying a large military issue duffel bag, he had on a form fitting,
blue tank top and bell bottom jeans.

His clothes showcased the fit, muscular definition of his body as he
appeared to be a man in his late twenties. As he approached the porch,
Aiden walked towards the steps to greet him.

"Hello there, young man. My name is Carlos Garcia. By any chance, are
your parents home?"

"My father's in the garage. May I ask why you want to talk to him,
mister?"

Carlos flashed a smile. "Oh, forgive me for not saying, I found this
flyer in town. It says you're looking for a farmhand?" The man held out a
piece of paper. Aiden stretched out his arm to accept the document.

After looking at the flyer, Aiden smiled at the young stranger. "You can
follow me, sir."

Aiden lead the man to the garage. Once inside he saw his father was busy
tinkering with something under the hood of his favorite toy, a 1965
Lincoln Continental convertible.

"Dad, this is Mr. Garcia. He found your flyer in town." It took Joe a
minute to look up from under the hood, but once he finally did, he
couldn't help but stare.

He was completely transfixed by the sight of the young man standing just
a few feet away. His dark hair, deep brown eyes, and bronze skin,
hypnotized the stunned farmer. Aside from his three boys, this young man
was the most handsome man he'd ever laid eyes on.

Suddenly remembering where he was, Joe quickly shook himself from his
daydream. As he walked over to the young man, he offered his hand for him
to shake. "Oh yes, hello Mr. Garcia! It's very nice to meet you."

"It is nice to meet you as well, sir. This is a beautiful car." The
moment Joe heard the man compliment his vehicle, he knew he was smitten.
"Thanks, I seem to be having trouble starting it up lately and I'm trying
to figure out why."

"May I have a look, sir?" Joe lead Carlos over to the vehicle. Once he
was under the hood, he knew exactly what the problem was. With just a few
adjustments, Carlos got the car to start. Joe was elated.

"Son, would you go inside and make a pitcher of lemonade, please? Mr.
Garcia and I are going to talk about the position. We'll be up shortly."
As Aiden turned to fulfill his father's request, Joe showed Carlos around
the farm.

A few minutes later, Joe was showing Carlos the small but cozy apartment
above the garage. "So you have a bed and a desk and bathroom. I just
bought this little TV and radio so you wouldn't be bored. Unfortunately,
there's no kitchen in here, but Aiden's a very good cook, and you can use
the kitchen whenever you like."

Carlos looked out the large window, marveling over the view of the lush,
peaceful, looking farmland.

"So, if you'd like the job, I would certainly like to have you come
aboard," said Joe. Carlos smiled warmly at the man. "I would love to take
the job, Mr. Mcgregor, thank you."

Joe could feel his smile broaden as heard Carlos speak. "Call me, Joe."

"Okay, Joe." As the farmer attempted to shake the hand of his new
employee, Carlos asked him a question.

"Do you mind hugging instead, Joe? I just feel it's a great way to
exchange some good vibes." Joe's knees felt weak. Suddenly, the young man
he found to be so attractive and sexy was asking to touch him.

"Well...I guess, I don't see why not." Both men approached each other,
taking one another into an embrace. As the duo held each other close,
they both began to feel an undeniable chemistry.

"I like you, Joe. Do you like me?"

"God yes. I really like you, Carlos."

"Joe, can I kiss you?"

Without hesitation, Joe turned his head, his tongue connecting with
Carlos soft, full lips. Feeling aggressive, Joe kissed Carlos wildly, as
his hands ran unrestrained all over the young man's body.

Both men began to tear at each other's clothes as if they were possessed
by some unknown force. Joe pulled Carlos tank top off, gleefully running
his hands over his new farmhands defined pecs. Carlos frantically tugged
at Joe's button fly, eagerly anticipating the firm, rigid member that
awaited his attention.

Joe fell back on the bed as Carlos yanked his jeans down. Now kneeling in
front of him, Carlos took his new boss's cock in his warm, wet, mouth.
Hungrily, Carlos sucked and licked the thick shaft and bulbous head of
Joe's cock.

Joe lay back, letting the young man he just met, pleasure him with his
glorious mouth. As he watched Carlos devour his cock, he made a small
demand. "Let me see your hair, Carlos."

Carlos pulled out his ponytail, letting his long, dark, locks fall over
his shoulders. One of the things that Joe found attractive in women was
their long hair. Even though Carlos was a man, he realized he still
enjoyed this physical feature.

After servicing his dick with his mouth, Carlos decided he needed more.
"Fuck me, Joe, please?"

Filled with anticipation, Joe pulled Carlos off his knees, yanked his
jeans down, then turned him around. As Joe watched, Carlos lowered his
muscular, bronze ass down on Joe's cock.

Grabbing hold of his hips, Joe began to pump Carlos ass with his dick.
Laboring intensely, he fucked the young man's hole. Carlos began to moan
feeling the farmers penis jack hammer his orifice, lustfully.

Too thrilled to hold back his orgasm any longer, Joe willingly shot his
wad deep into Carlos anus. Attentively, he watched his baby batter leak
out of his young lover's body.

Pulling his body down on the bed with him, Joe made a beeline for Carlos
dick. Sucking voraciously, he worked his lips over the young farmhands
shiny brown cock, savoring the sweet taste of the man's precum on his
palate.

Without warning, Carlos came. The force of his cum shot caught Joe by
surprise, causing him to choke. Concerned for his well-being, Carlos sat
up to make sure his new boss was okay.

"You alright, Joe?" With a wide grin, Joe addressed his new lover. "I'm
fantastic, kid."

As their lustful energy settled into an affectionate afterglow, Carlos
leaned forward, feeling like he was kissing his new prince charming.



Back in the house, Aiden met Carlos. As he spoke to the man, who was just
a handful of years older than Junior, he couldn't help but notice how
gentle, friendly, and cool he was.

However, what he noticed the most was the effect he had on his father.
Joe seemed almost giddy as he spoke to the young Latino sitting at his
table. This made Aiden happy.

Like himself, he knew how hard Joe had taken it when Junior left, and it
was nice that he had met someone who would possibly help him forget his
sadness, if only for just awhile.

From behind him, he heard the screen door open and shut. Turning in his
chair, he saw Paddy walk in with the new boy from school.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Said Patrick.

"Paddy, this is our new farmhand, Carlos." Said Joe.

Patrick approached Carlos and shook his hand before he turned his
attention back to his guest. "Everyone, this is Stephen." The teen boy
shyly, yet politely, greeted the other males at the table.

"Uh, dad, Stephen and I are gonna go upstairs and listen to the Yankee's
game." Said Patrick.

"Okay son. It was nice to meet you, Stephen," said Joe.

Stephen replied. "Nice to meet you too, sir."

As Patrick and Stephen walked towards the staircase, Aiden saw his
brother put his arm around the teens waist, then tenderly kiss his neck.

Knowing his brother was somewhat of a lone wolf, he was surprised that
Patrick had brought Stephen home to meet his family. It was at that
moment that he realized, Paddy had a crush on this boy.

As he walked outside on the porch, Aiden looked out over the field behind
his house. Though he was happy that his father and brother had both met
someone special, he wondered about the young man miles away who was
special to him.

Closing his eyes, he said a little prayer for his brother, and asked God
to bring him back home safely as soon as he could.



Somewhere in a jungle across the globe, Junior sat taking a break along
with his platoon brothers. Pulling a small picture from his pocket, he
stared at the photo with a look of longing on his face.

"Eh, whatcha got there, McGregor?" It was his friend, Rufus, curiously
asking about the photo.

"School picture of my little brother. He just sent it to me." Junior
handed the photo to his friend to look at.

"Huh, good lookin kid. Nice to know you got family waitin for ya back
home, isn't it?"

Junior nodded his head in agreement. "Alright McGregor, grab your shit,
looks like we're movin on, brotha."

Just as he was about to put the photo away, he held it up to his lips,
giving it a soft kiss. Once it was safely back in his uniform pocket, he
picked up his gear and went on his way.



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