Date: Fri, 04 May 2001 10:22:05 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 2 of You Can't Go Back Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: stan992001@hotmail.com. All e-mails will be answered. You Can't Go Back By Stan (First, this is a true story as told to me by Dave. Dave was 12 when this happened, so he doesn't remember all of the events, so I have to make up some things. I will keep it as close to truth as I can. This happened almost ten years ago, but it will be told in flashbacks and mingled in with true events that happen to our group of young gay guys (and one old gay guy, me). Or, things that have already happened that we are still dealing with. I hope you enjoy this method of telling a story. I've never tried anything like this before. If you are looking for lots of sex in the story, better look elsewhere. This is more real life stuff. Sorry! If you are curious about our group, we have our own web site. It is at www.gayfreezone.homestead.com. Feel free to check us out. If you are a young gay guy with problems, we are still accepting new members.) Chapter Two The school day couldn't go fast enough for me. I didn't even care about lunch. OK, who am I fooling? I did care about lunch. But, Bruce made sure to invite me to sit with him and his friends, and I had a really good time. All the other boys started to talk to me. Finally! I was actually making friends. Me! An outsider!! It helped that Bruce also told everyone that I had volunteered to go home with him and help him with his farm work. Bruce constantly kidded me about having to turn a city slicker into a farm boy. They kidded me about volunteering to do farm work that they all hated. I didn't mind the friendly kidding, and all the other boys joined in teasing me. I just joked back with them, and if anything, it seemed to make them accept me faster than anything else. I wasn't a loner any more. I didn't even mind PE. I still dreaded the shower afterwards, but even then, I wasn't alone any more. I was now part of the gang. Ok, I was still embarrassed. I noticed more than one of my new friends checking me out in the shower. Of course, I did the same. I just wished I was a little bigger "down there". Oh well, at least no one made any comments to embarrass me any further. Bruce stayed with me throughout PE. We played softball, and he was one of the captains who chose sides. He chose me first on his team. Are you kidding me? Of course he didn't. He had seen me in PE yesterday. He knew I wasn't an athlete. But, he did pick me several picks from the end. At least I wasn't the last to be picked. That's important when you're 12. No one wants to be the last pick. He also stayed with me when it was time to take our showers. That was lots worse than him picking me for his team. I would have rather been left by myself this time. So, instead of being in a corner off to myself like yesterday, I was between Bruce and a friend of his named Eric who was at least six inches taller than I was and also a couple of inches longer than I was in the area that was lots more important than height. Shit! This was NOT fun!! Anyway, I escaped. No little dick jokes. No nothing, really. We all joked back and forth in the shower like we did at lunch, and acted like we weren't secretly looking at everyone else. Right! Once PE was over, the rest of the day flew by. I was actually enjoying my classes. Bruce and I fought to see who could raise our hands the fastest to answer the teacher's questions. Until the last class. Math. I aced him easily. When I looked over at him at times, he was actually frowning at me. Well, I had said I would help him in math if he helped me understand what a farm boy did. Fair is fair. Once, I even leaned over and whispered, "Wait until I turn a farm boy into a city boy math whiz". He seemed to like that, and finally grinned at me. We were back to being friends again. The bell finally rang, and we were allowed out of prison for the next two days!!! YAY!! Thank God for weekends. Bruce and I actually ran for the school bus. Why wouldn't we? Freedom! Freedom at last!! Let my people go!!! Let's see. What other old cliches can I use? In any case, we were the first two kids on the bus. Bruce, of course, beat me to the bus, so technically, he was first and I was second. In any case, we were tied as to who was the happiest about being out of school. We talked non stop until we got off the bus at his house. I went in and met Bruce's mother and his brother Mitch, who was sitting on the couch watching TV. He didn't look very sick to me. He barely acknowledged our presence, but he was 15 and I guess he just thought we were little kids. . Bruce had told me that he hates school, and also hates Bruce. Bruce thinks he is just faking being sick so he didn't have to go to school and Bruce has to do all the work around the farm. Kind of looks that way to me, too, but I just got here. I called my Mom and she was in a good mood for once. She actually was happy for me that I had made a new friend, and after talking to Bruce's Mom for like eight hours on the phone, agreed to make Fred do all my chores, which was really just feeding the horses, and let me spend the night with Bruce. Anyway, Bruce finally said, "We have lots of work to do. We'd better get to it. Are you ready for your first lesson?" "Yesah, master," I replied. We both laughed as we headed for the barn. Look, I really don't like to work, but this was fun. I had never been around cows or hogs or chickens. Feeding them was far more fun than work. I knew the fun time couldn't last. Next was cleaning out the stalls where the horses stayed over night. We just left ours out in the pasture, since it was still warm. I knew already that I wasn't looking forward to cold weather when we had to brings ours inside. It smelled really awful in here. Bruce said that the stalls hadn't been cleaned out in several days, and it smelled like, well, it smelled like shit!! Good reason for that. There were huge piles of horse shit everywhere. "Uh, Bruce, isn't there any other animals I can feed?" I asked. "Oh no, you're going to help me in here. You wanted to know what it was like to be a country boy, and now you are going to find out." Oh well, good try, I guess. I didn't complain. I just tried to hold my breathe and when I had to breathe, breathe through my mouth. It didn't work very well, but at least I tried. Cleaning the stalls meant to rake out all the shit and hay that was attached to it, then use a pitch fork to load it into a wheelbarrow that we dumped out behind the barn. I got to be wheelbarrow boy. I guess Bruce didn't like that part. Gee, I don't know why not. Pushing the wheelbarrow in front of you into the wind is an experience that everyone should have to do once. That's what I wanted to do. Do it once, and never again. God, would this smell ever come out of my clothes? And from my body? By the way, I call this a barn, but it was almost as nice as our house. Well, we didn't have piles of shit inside, but you know what I mean. But it was a great barn, very clean with everything hanging up where you could find it. Bruce's old man must be loaded! Anyway, I made like a hundred trips out with the damn wheelbarrow. Ok, not that many, but it seemed like it. This wasn't fun anymore, this was work. My arms were beginning to get tired. Bruce saw that I was almost exhausted and said, "You still like being a country boy, slick?" "You know, Pennsylvania looks really good to me now. I wonder how much a bus ticket back is?" Bruce just howled. "Oh no, you're here to stay. I have lots more to teach you. Plus, you have to help me with my math, remember?" "Oh yeah. And payback is hell, you know." "Hey, you give me too much trouble about math and I'll have to kick your butt." Now, I knew Bruce was bigger than I was, stronger than I was, and a better athlete. But what 12 year old is going to take something like that from his friend? I sure wasn't. "Kick my butt? You? Are you going to go in and get your big brother to help you?" "I don't need any help," Bruce said, as he grinned at me, threw down the pitchfork and lunged towards me. I was tired. He caught me off guard. I wasn't looking. I wasn't expecting him to do that. Uhm. Let's see, what other excuses can I use? In any case, I found myself flat of my back with Bruce sitting on top of me, pinning my arms to the ground. Did I mention laying in horse shit that we hadn't cleaned up yet? "Get off of me, you idiot! We're going to be covered in shit!" I screamed. "Who cares? It washes off. It won't kill you to take two showers in one day," Bruce said, as he grinned at me. That pissed me off. I tried my best to fight him off, but I couldn't. Did I mention that he was bigger and stronger than I was and also had me pinned? I didn't have a chance. "You can't get away, little city boy. I'll let you go on one condition. Tell me I'm a math whiz." "Give me a break. You couldn't spell math if I spotted you the `m' and the `th'." Ok, I was a smart ass. Sorry! And I still am!! Hehehe "Oh, I think you need to be taught a lesson. You still don't know who's in charge here, do you?" Bruce kidded, as he forced my hands over my head, held them both with his right hand and picked up a small pile of shit to his left. He reached down and smeared it across my face, then leaped off of me and ran outside the barn, laughing like a wild man. I lay there in shock for a few seconds. I couldn't believe it. He had actually wiped shit on my face. I had a bad temper, and I was going to KILL HIM!!! I finally got up, wiped my face with a rag that was nearby, got a huge pile of dried shit in my hand, and ran out of the barn after him. "I'm going to kill you, ass hole!" I yelled. You know, there was no way yesterday that I would have ever picked up a clump of shit in my bare hands. Now, it seemed natural. Especially with revenge on my mind. Bruce had already run far enough away that I couldn't get to him quickly. He was laughing his head off as he ran around the tractor that would be used to push the shit back into their field so it could be used as fertilizer. I ran to the tractor as he ran to the other side. "I'm going to make you eat this when I catch you," I said bravely. "What makes you think you're going to catch me?" he teased. "Oh, I'll catch you, sooner or later." "Yeah, right! I can out run you any day of the week." He did have a point, but I wasn't going to give up. I started circling the tractor, but he just followed my actions and moved with me. I wasn't getting anywhere. I finally figured that strategy was better than trying to out run him. "OK, I can't catch you. You win," I said, as I threw the shit I was carrying over to the pile I had made in front of the tractor. "If we are going to finish before dark, we'd better get going." "Yeah, you're right," Bruce answered, as he looked warily at me as we both started back towards the barn. We started raking the rest of the shit into one last pile. Bruce never let me out of his sight for more than a few seconds at a time. He knew that an attack was coming, and he was right. I used the pitchfork this time and loaded up the wheelbarrow. "Man, I'm beat. You take out the last load, OK?" I asked, sitting down. "Sure," he answered. Why not? We had cleaned up everything and had already spread out fresh straw. Of course, he hadn't seen the last little clump of shit that I had carefully hidden in a corner where he couldn't see. He was almost out the door pushing the wheelbarrow when I snuck up behind him, yanked open the back of his t-shirt and pressed the dried shit all down his back. I used both hands. I did as good a job as I could in the one or two seconds I had before he dropped the wheelbarrow on it's side and rushed me, cursing his head off. This time I was better prepared for our fight. It was maybe all of ten seconds before he rolled be over on my back and pinned my arms. "I ought to make you eat some of that for what you just did to me." "For what? I put it down your back. You put it on my face." Bruce just grinned again. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Even?" I grinned back. "Yeah. Even." He got up off of me and we grinned at each other. Both of us had won a small battle. We were even, and we were friends. Better friends now than before. We were also very dirty. "Look what you made me do, dip shit. Help me load it all back up so we can clean the chick coop next," Bruce said angrily. "Dip shit? Is that a country saying?" "I think it describes you in the country or in the city. Now, help me finish this up," he said as he grinned at me. I grinned back as he turned the wheelbarrow back over and we filled it back up. He pushed it out and added it to the pile, then pushed it over to where the chicken coop was. "After we wash out the chicken coop, we have to wash off the wheelbarrow and we're finished for the night." "Thank God. I thought that this was going to be fun," I answered. "Fun? Who thinks working on a farm is fun? Oh yeah, city boys." "Sorry for being so ignorant." "Hey, you can't help it. You're from the city. That is why you hired a real expert like me to countryfy you," Bruce kidded. Oh, thank you, thank you, boss man. Next time I come over, can we play in the horse shit again? I had so much fun today." "If you're good and do what you're told, we might could play in it again. Maybe," Bruce laughed. "Oh, thank you, boss. Next time, I want it smeared all over myself. I really don't smell that bad now. I want to smell REALLY awful." "Don't worry about that. I have a plan to get you all clean," Bruce kidded. "Come on, let's get going. If we miss supper, Mom will be really pissed." I followed Bruce into the chicken coop and he handed me a water hose and turned it on. He also got another one and showed me how to start in one corner and wash all the chicken shit and feathers out the door. Oh boy. I get to play in more shit. What is it about having to deal with shit on a farm? If Bruce next said that we had to clean out all the shit in the hog pen, I was going home! Even if I had to walk all the way!! All two and a half miles!!! "How long can you stay tomorrow?" Bruce asked. "I don't know. I'll call in the morning and ask when they want me home." "If you can stay until late in the afternoon, I could show you around our farm. We could go riding on the four wheeler or teach you how to shoot one of my guns." "Wow, that would be lots of fun. I think they will let me stay as long as I'm home for supper." "Great. We can do anything we want to after we finish the chores." "Wait. You just want me to help you some more, right?" I asked. Bruce just grinned at me. "There really isn't much to do in the morning. Milk the cows and gather the eggs. We've done all the hard stuff today. You getting tired of being a country boy already?" "No, I just wanted to make sure that we weren't going to have to clean all the shit out of the hog pen." Bruce just cracked up. "Well, if I have to ever do that, I'll make sure and do it on a week end when you can help me. I wouldn't want you to miss out on any of your training." "Thanks. You really are a good friend, aren't you?" I kidded. "Maybe. I don't know if I can be friends with a city slicker. Once you have gone through all your training, then I guess we can be friends." "Oh, thanks a lot, Bruce," I said, pretending to be hurt. Bruce obviously didn't know I was kidding. He stopped washing off the floor of the chicken coop and said, "Hey, I'm just kidding." I looked up at him and said, "You are?" as I also cut off my hose. We were almost finished anyway. We only had a couple of feet to go. "Sure. We're already friends. I wouldn't have asked you to spend the night if we weren't." "Ok. I was just making sure that you didn't just try and take advantage of any new kid who moves here." "Oh, I wouldn't do that. You know why?" Bruce asked. "No." "Well, first, hardly anyone new ever moves here. And second, I don't think anyone else who moved here would be stupid enough to volunteer to help me do all my work." With that, he turned his hose back on and soaked me from head to toe. Then, he ran out of the chicken coop, laughing like he had when he had smeared shit on my face. This was turning into a really bad day. I think I have told you about my temper. Is anyone old enough except Stan to remember Popeye cartoons? Probably not. Anyway, when Popeye would get mad, he would always say, "That's all I can stands, I can't stands no more". I know, needs better grammar. Then he would eat his spinach, turn into some kind of super hero for a few minutes, and beat the crap out of whoever had pissed him off. Well, I didn't have a can of spinach close by, but I was furious. I ran out after Bruce at full speed. He had already won two wrestling matches today, and he wasn't very worried about winning another one, so he had just run out of distance for my hose, and was laughing as I ran towards him. He didn't expect me to tackle him, which I did. I hit him about in the middle of his chest and drove him backwards. I guess the three years I had spent playing on youth football teams finally paid off. It sure hadn't seem to pay off when I was playing. I had sucked and always had to play on the offensive or defensive line. It helped today, though. Bruce hit hard on his back with me on top of him. My tackle knocked the wind out of him for a minute, and it was a simple matter of pinning his arms down like he had done to me. I was sitting on top of his stomach and looking him in the eye when he recovered and looked up at me. Our faces were only inches apart as I used all my weight to make sure he couldn't get up. "I ought to kill you for spraying me." "Easy, killer, you did a pretty good job with that tackle. I never would have dreamed you could do that to me." "Well, I'm soaked. Why did you do it, anyway? I don't have any other clothes over here." "I'd already told you that I had a plan to get you clean. That was it," Bruce giggled. "Very funny. Now what do I do for clean clothes?" "I can find you something to wear. Don't worry about it. We' re almost the same size. Well, maybe not, judging from the load that is on top of me," Bruce kidded. I was still mad. "I still ought to beat your ass for that." "Get off of me, and I'll let you spray me, too. Then, we will be even again. OK?" That sounded like a great idea. Revenge! "Ok, but you have to promise to let me do it." "I promise. You know, you're kinda cute when you get mad," Bruce said, as he snickered. I looked him right in the eyes, and blushed really hard. Like I said, our faces were only inches apart. And I really did like him. A LOT!! What could I say to get out of this? I had no idea. All I could do was mumble "Thanks a lot, Bruce. Now, come over here and let me get you as wet as I am," as I quickly got off of him. I know, very lame comeback. But, I had felt myself getting hard when he said that, and even though it is small, I was sure he would have noticed, with me sitting on his stomach and all. You know, no pressure at all, then a lump digging into his stomach. I think he might have gotten the message. And I couldn't risk that. Bruce took it well. "Ok, fine. You did a really good job helping me. You can spray me back and front. Then, I get to do your back. Then, we will be even again. Deal?" he asked, as he grinned at me. I looked at him and fell more in love with him than I had been. "Deal," I answered grinning back. I got out the hose and Bruce didn't resist. He stood patiently as I took my time and wet his whole body down from head to toe. He even turned around when I told him to, and I did the back side. And it was a nice looking back side too, if I may say so. He ended up soaked through and through. Bruce just laughed when I was finished, and slicked back his hair with his hands. He took off his t-shirt and wrung it out. Lots of water poured from it. He tried to push off as much water from his body and clothes as he could, then said, "Your turn, slick." I knew I had no choice, so I turned around and said, "How did I get the name slick all of a sudden?" "Hey, city slicker. I just shortened it," Bruce answered as he turned on the hose and the water hit my back. He did a really good job. I finally turned around to tell him that was enough, and he got most of my front again. Great. Now, we were both completely soaked. Just when he finally turned off the hose, we saw a huge man walking out of the barn. "Hi, Dad. We're just getting cleaned up after finishing cleaning the barn and the chicken coop. This is Dave, my new best friend. He and his family just moved into the old William's place." He walked over and said, "Hi, Dave. Nice to meet you. You know, we do have a shower inside if you would like to use it." He held out his huge hand and I shook it. He had a really friendly look on his face. Despite his intimidating size, I liked him immediately. "You know your Mom is going to have a fit if you trail water through her house, don't you?" he asked. "Yeah. We'll just both strip in the washroom like I do every day after chores," Bruce answered. "Fine. You boys better get inside soon. You know how your Mom likes for everyone to be ready to eat when she gets food on the table. Nice meeting you, Dave. I hope to see you around here more often." He walked away, and I was shocked. For several things. First, and the most important thing, was Bruce had just told his Dad that I was his new best friend. I couldn't believe it! I was happy beyond words. I don't even have to say that the feeling was mutual. Second, I couldn't believe that Bruce's Dad had caught us washing down each other with the hose. If I had been caught doing anything like that in Pennsylvania, my Dad would have taken his belt off and beaten both of us. Even if he hadn't ever met Bruce. Well, maybe not that bad, but I would have heard about it for a long time. Third. Third. Third. Ok, I know. I'm repeating myself. Third. One thing Bruce had said had kind of frozen me. `We'll just both strip in the washroom like I do every day after chores'. I didn't know where the washroom was, but if it was anywhere near the rest of the family, Bruce could forget about that. No way I was going to run around half naked with his family watching. I was right about one thing. We weren't half naked when we did it. We were totally naked! To be continued. Comments are appreciated and always answered. Comments can be sent to stan992001@hotmail.com where all the guys can read them too.