Grandparents' Farm

My father told me he wanted me to enjoy the summer before I started my studies. I was enrolled in a five-year MBA program, so this was my last free summer. My parents sent me on a two-week Caribbean cruise as a high school graduation present. I would have preferred the gay Disney cruise, but since I wasn’t out, they didn’t sign me up for that one. I still had hopes of meeting a cute guy while on the boat, someone who could be a pen-pal after taking my virginity. No one fit the bill, so I walked off the boat as chaste as ever.

After a week to recover, the three of us, my parents and me, were off in the fifth-wheel to spend a week at the lake before traveling to Big Bend and then to Carlsbad Cavern, one of my favorite places to go. My parents did the short tour while I savored every view of the longer tour. There was a park ranger, probably in his late 20s who had a sexy build and a cute ass. I told him that I knew I’d never see him again but that I would think of him when I jerked off that evening. He smiled at me and winked. He told me to stay safe. For the next three weeks, I wish I’d been able to give him my cherry.

Once we got back home, my chores included cleaning up the camper and getting my stuff packed for college and my trip to my grandparents. It’d be my last time to spend part of summer vacation with them. I’d always enjoyed my visits to my grandparents. I helped with the chores, but it was the slower time of the year. Planting was done and the harvest was still in the future. I helped clean up, do some weeding in the garden. Mending fences, painting outbuildings, or even touch-ups on the house were not that difficult because those things were attended to regularly.

My grandparents took off for an Alaska cruise two days before I was set to go home. The day before my parents were due to pick me up, they showed up. Both of them looked upset, and I soon found out why. My father had made some bad investments, and the company he worked for collapsed. They went into a bankruptcy restructuring. While he explained it, I kept thinking I’ll understand it once I have my MBA. The problem was worse than it sounded. They’d sold the house and the car and the camper, and that money, along with my college fund still did not cover the losses. My dad had a new job with the restructured company in New Jersey, and that’s where they were headed. There would be no college for me unless I could figure out how to pay for it.

I was furious. How could he let this happen? And hell no I didn’t want to go with them to another state and sleep on a couch while I looked for a job. They left me there with a small box of things from my room. I didn’t cry as they drove away; I was too angry. I went inside and balled my eyes out for myself. My whole future was gone. Once I’d stopped and blown my nose, I tried to pull myself together. I was glad the cucumbers, tomatoes, and the cantaloupe were still producing. The beans were still making beans, but I wasn’t as excited about that. I went out and gathered some for dinner. I brought in more than I needed, but I might need them in a day or so. I had no money, and it was food.

I put the box my parents left into my room. I assumed my grandparents wouldn’t mind if I stayed in their house, at least until they came back. I made myself a to-do list of things I could do, and one of those things was to go to town and look for a job. While the things on the farm would keep me busy, they weren’t going to earn me any spending cash. I felt down. Now’s the time I’d be binge-watching something or surfing the net. Not here, though. The house had a landline. I didn’t even bring my cell phone because there were no bars out here; there wasn’t even an internet service provider. I guess they could have had satellite internet, but my grandfather’s response to that was ‘why’? The Internet offered nothing he needed.

Deciding to go outside and listen to the crickets while I made sure the faucets were turned off and the gates were closed, I headed out. I could hear cows over the hill on the Patterson farm. I kicked the dirt. Shit, I was angry, and I hadn’t realized how hot it had become. The house was in the shade of several live oak trees, and the air conditioner usually kept the temperature at seventy-eight without a problem. I went back inside, made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich using the last of the bread, made a note to find a recipe to make bread, and looked for a book to read. I drank the last of the iced tea and ate my sandwich. I only spilled a small bit of jelly. I loved my grandmother’s prickly pear jelly. After eating, I read in the big recliner in the living room and fell asleep after only two chapters.

The thunderstorm was not what brought me out of my slumber. A few cracks of thunder would have been more pleasant than the blaring siren of the weather radio. A severe thunderstorm warning in the area. Once awake, the howling wind and bright flashes of lightning kept me that way. Things called down about three, and I fell asleep soon after. I woke up at about ten in the morning, much later than usual. I jumped in the shower and was out checking for storm damage at about ten-thirty. I checked the hens for eggs. I know my grandmother was just going to let them hatch out and butcher the chickens, but I knew there were only two eggs left. I gathered six and took them into the house. I spent the afternoon making bread dough and letting it rise. What an experience. I planned to bake it that evening.

It was about four-thirty when I headed outside. I wanted to check on the hens. It always bothered me that they were left on their own. Wild cats and coyotes could easily snatch them. I knew that rat snakes might eat their eggs, but in general rat snakes were good to have around. Fewer mice and rats that way. I was near the barn when something about 12 feet away caught my eye. I stood on the gate and witnessed a blue indigo and a rattler going at it. “Well, fuck me,” I exclaimed.

A voice behind me made me jump. “That’s an interesting invitation.” I turned and saw an attractive man in an open shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, and cowboy hat walking up to me.

I pointed to the two snakes. “Look at that. I’ve heard of it but never seen it.

He hoisted himself onto the gate as well and looked over at me. “Well, fuck me. I’ve only ever seen an indigo once.”

I smiled. We watched the two snakes battle until the indigo began to swallow the rattler, when I said, “I wonder which of those two were waiting for me in the bushes.”

He looked down at my crotch and then into my eyes and said, “You look a little too big for one of those little fellows to swallow.”

I chuckled, but I felt my penis swell a little. “How can I help you?”

He smiled again. “First, I’m going to ask who you are. I was not expecting anyone here.”

“Kaleb Lockhart. This is my grandparents’ place.” Then I realized who he was. “You’re the Patterson boy, aren’t you.”

“Who are you calling boy, boy?”

I laughed. “That’s what my grandad called you. He never said your name.”

“Travis.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said. One of the snakes flipped over, and there was a lot of movement again.

“It’ll take him almost an hour to eat the other one. The fun part’s over,” grinned Travis.

I stepped off the fence. “I know you’re here to check on things, but everything’s OK. Do you want to come in and have some iced-tea? I don’t have much to offer, and I’ll need to make that, but I’d love some company.”

“I was going into town to get a six-pack after I checked this place out.

“Looks like you’ve got a six-pack,” I said without thinking.

He spread his shirt open a little farther. “Yeah.” He patted his hard stomach. He gave me a knowing look. He had noticed that I had noticed. “It’s just hard work. And maybe some good clean living, cause I haven’t had the chance to do otherwise.” The corners of his mouth turned up.

Oh, fuck, but he was making me hard.

He walked over and patted my stomach. “You seemed to be keeping the flab off. Why don’t you come with me to town; we can grab some beer and some chicken and come back here and relax.”

I needed to come clean. “I was left here with no cash, so…”

“I invited you.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at me in a way to let me know that he didn’t expect me to fork over any cash.”

“OK. Thanks.”

He swatted my ass the way that athletes do and said, “Let’s go.”

“Let me lock the door.” I ran to the house and was back out in a flash. He’d already started his pick-up, and he smiled at me when I got in. “Thanks for taking me, Travis.”

“Hey, man. I can use some company, too.”

I buckled up. I was surprised at how clean the truck was on the inside. I had seen a lot of farmer’s work trucks, and many were just as muddy on the inside as on the out. Travis apparently took care of his stuff. Maybe that’s why my grandfather trusted him to watch the place. I remember using a spade in the garden when I was little. I had put it down because I wasn’t finished with it, and I had walked over to another spot to clear a few rocks out of the way. I was told how important it was to clean the tool when I was done and to make sure it was dry before I put it away. It felt as though he were a little angry. I remember nodding before I dumped the rocks in the pile and going back for the spade. My grandfather apologized for getting onto me when he saw I was still using the spade.

I looked over at the handsome driver. I saw a guy a little older than I was who was about 5’ 11”, maybe a little shorter; he was wearing boots after all. I could tell his blond hair was short even though he was in a hat. He had strong arms, a well-developed chest, and, as I had already commented to him, great abs. His jeans accentuated his package, and while a nice bulge was always attractive on a guy; his dick size was not the most important thing on my list. He seemed like a genuinely nice man, friendly, and although we had just met, I felt we could be good friends, maybe more.

“Do I have dirt on my nose?”

“What?”

“You keep looking at me,” Travis commented as he sped us down the road.

“Because you’re cute.” Oh, shit; I didn’t just say that. “You know, funny and friendly. You laugh and joke around.”

He didn’t say anything else, and when I glanced over at him, he seemed serious. We got to town, and he pulled up to the small convenience store next to the Golden Chick. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he jumped out. “You’re not going to run away, are you? Are you a Coke or a Pepsi man?”

“I prefer root beer,” I laughed.

He turned and went into the store. I watched the way his tight ass moved as he went in. I’d never paid attention to men’s asses. Not before now. A rap on the window made me jump.

A girl about twenty was on the other side. She wore one of those tops that made a knot under her boobs, and she had short-shorts. I rolled the window down.

“Hey,” she said. She’d been drinking. “You a friend of Travis?’

“That’s right,” I told her. A friend, I wondered whether I needed to make sure I stayed in the friend zone with him.

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

“Not that I know of, why?” I started thinking about everything he’d said. For all I knew, he could have a wife and kids. Had he just been extra friendly and pushing my buttons to see how I reacted.

She was about to tell me why she asked. “You see, the other night I was horny, I mean really horny, and I asked him to fuck me and he said ‘no’ and I wondered if it was because he’s got a girl.”

“He probably didn’t want to take advantage of you. Had you been drinking.”

“Well, yeah.” She said it as if I should be surprised if she weren’t.

“There you go.”

“My friend Ellen says it’s because I smoke, but my brother says it’s because he’s a fag.”

“He doesn’t like smokers, and you were drinking. Quit doing both and ask him again.”

“Fuck that,” she announced.

Travis got into the truck. “What do you want, Wanda?”

She looked past me and pointed her finger at him. “I ain’t giving up smoking or drinking. You ain’t got the only big dick in town. My brother’s dick is a lot bigger than yours.”

My mouth fell open.

“Goodnight, Wanda.”

Travis backed up without hitting her and drove to the chicken place. “Fuck. What did that bitch want?”

“She wanted to know why you wouldn’t fuck her the other day when she was so horny.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“I told her you respected her too much as a person to take advantage of her when she was drunk.”

“I respect my dick too much.” He looked down at his crotch. "Isn't that right, big guy. We don't want the clap from the town slut, do we." He laughed and pulled into the drive-thru. Ten minutes later, we were on the road home.

I wondered whether I should tell him what Wanda’s brother said about him. Should I tell him about me?

“Tell me, Kaleb, why are you at your grandparents’ place when I was told that no one would be there?”

“My parents were supposed to come and get me and drop me off at college yesterday, but instead, they came to tell me that my dad lost all his money, including the money for college. They were on their way to New Jersey for his new job. So, I had no place to go. My grandparents are away on a trip, so I decided to stay here until they get back. And then this great guy came by so I didn’t feel lonely.”

“A great guy, huh? What’s his name? Do I know him?”

“Probably not. He’s got class. I doubt he’d hang out with the likes of you.”

“Kiss my ass! He’ll hang out with you, but he’s too good for me, huh.” He laughed as he pulled off the road onto the driveway that led to the house. “You want to take in the chicken, and I’ll bring in the drinks? You can tell me about this wonderful guy when we get inside.”

We went into the house and put the bags on the kitchen table. As I turned, Travis pushed me against the wall. “I want to know more about this guy who makes you feel less lonely. He sounds like a jerk.”

“Jealous?” I smiled.

“Maybe.” His forearm across my chest kept my back tight against the wall. His right leg was between my legs. There was the slightest pressure against my crotch. He could have easily kneed me. “Talk.”

“I’m hungry. I’ll tell you about him while we eat. Do you want a glass for your beer?”

“Nah, I’ll just rinse the top of the can.”

I washed my hands, took two glasses out of the cabinet, and sat at the table. Travis followed my lead and washed his hands and sat across from me.

“I supposed this glass is for your guy with class.”

I opened the box of tenders. “They look good.” I grabbed a root beer and poured it into my glass. “How old are you anyway, Travis?”

“I’m twenty-one.” He poured his beer into the other glass.

I took a tender. “He’s the same age.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“And, well, I guess he’s about your height. He’s blond and has kind of grey eyes. He’s quite strong; you know the type, good muscle definition without the huge muscles of a bodybuilder. He wears his jeans too tight, you know, like he’s proud of that ass of his. I will admit; it’s a nice ass.

“Is it?” asked Travis. “You’ve been looking at it?”

“Yeah. Every chance I get. Now, his bulge ain’t that big, but it’s a nice size. I think his handsome face and great personality are his biggest positive attributes.”

“He doesn’t sound like anything special,” said Travis.

I kept looking in his eyes. I held my tender in front of him, and he leaned forward and took a bite. I brought the tender to my lips and took a bite.

“Aw, fuck, Kaleb.” I saw him reach down and adjust himself.

Travis looked down at his drink, and then took a sip of the beer. “I can tell you about this guy. I know him; he’s a nobody. He’s never been any good. At least his parents keep reminding him of that.”

“I’m not going to let you talk bad about him. My grandfather trusts him. He’s a dependable sort.”

I saw Travis’ jaw clench.

“Now let me tell you how I feel about him?”

Travis swallowed hard.

“When he smiles at me, I feel kind of warm inside. I want him to stand next to me, maybe hold his hand. I want to touch him.”

“When I smile at you, Kaleb, it makes you want me to stand near you and hold your hand?” he asked; his voice quivered slightly.

“Yeah. From that first smile,” I said, “and even while you were giving me shit while we watched the snakes, I wanted to get to know you better. But just so you know, looking at you makes me kinda excited.”

“The same thing happens to me when I look at you. I feel guilty; I worry that it’s just lust. We just met, right?”

“Isn’t lust just super high attraction?” I asked him. “I’ve always considered myself an average guy, so it makes me feel good that you’re attracted to me.”

“Anybody who isn’t attracted to you is a fucking idiot.” Travis grinned at me. “You’re super hot, and you’re super nice. And nice is not a bad word.

“Will you time travel with me so you can say that to Wesley Admore?”

“Is that the prick who broke your heart?” he asked me. “We all have one, don’t we?”

I started to laugh. “He told me that he’d rather fuck an old, ugly grandmother than to go out with me.”

Travis came to my side of the table and put his arms around me. “I’m going to go out tomorrow after my chores and cut his balls off.”

I kissed his cheek. “Our chicken’s getting cold.”

Travis went back to his chair, and we finished our supper. We talked about how it was growing up, and by the time we had recited our bios to one another, it was getting late. He’d already told me that he’d texted his parents that he was staying at the Lockhart place.

“I’ll just sleep here on the couch. I just need a light blanket and a pillow,” Travis told me.

“No. There’s a guest room.”

“I thought that’s where you were sleeping.”

“I’ve got my own room. If you’d rather, you can sleep with me.”

Travis continued to look at me. He wasn’t ready for us to give in to our passions and thought it safer to remain downstairs. I reached forward and touched his fingers with mine. “When you’re ready.”

I went upstairs, got him a blanket and pillow. After giving them to him, I went back upstairs. I turned on the water to the shower, and as it warmed up, I stripped. I tested the water, it was not quite hot enough, but almost there. I was about to step in when the door to the bathroom opened. Travis stepped in.

“I don’t want to sleep alone anymore,” he said. “Yesterday, I wondered whether I’d always be alone; now I wonder if you’re the one I've been waiting for.”

“Let’s find out,” I held my hand out. “Take a shower with me.”

Travis took a step forward. He grasped my hand.

“Take your clothes off, and let’s clean up.”

He dropped his shirt and peeled his jeans, removing his socks at the same time. He brushed against me as he stepped into the water. I stepped in front of him. My erection brushed against his dick. His dick hardened in response. It was the first time I’d witnessed a man getting excited, and I caused it. At that moment, something inside me changed. Before, I’d honestly felt the way Travis felt, maybe even worse; I couldn’t imagine that anyone would even truly like me. He more than liked me. I wasn’t able to believe that it was love, not yet anyway. But perhaps it would grow into that. I knew in my heart that I was only a few steps away from falling in love with him. And why not? He may not realize his value, but I could see it.

Burning tears fell from my eyes.

“Did you get water in your eyes? This well water will sting them. Close your eyes for a little bit and they’ll feel better.”

I did as he said. I felt him apply soap to my head. Even with my eyes closed, I could sense how he bathed me and then himself; he worked from our heads down. He told me not to move as he cleaned my hard cock, my balls, and my ass crack. As his hands moved over my tight hole, I gasped.

“Make sure you clean yours really well. No dirty asses in my bed.”

I heard him chuckle.

I laughed a little as he cleaned my feet. It tickled, and when he was finished, I was disappointed that it was over. The faucet squeaked as he turned it, and with the water off, I felt a slight chill. I opened my eyes to see him grab the towel I’d put out for myself. He used it to dry me while he stood shivering.

“Let me get another towel.”

“I’ll use this one when I’ve finished you.”

“But you’re cold,” I insisted.

He handed me the towel when I was dry. “I can tell there’s a stubborn streak in you, Mr. Patterson.

“Yeah? Just wait until I tell you the milo will be ready next week, and we’re going to need to figure out how to harvest it before your grandparents get back.”

“No. Aw, shit, you’re not kidding, are you.”

“Remember, they’ll be time enough for counting when the dealing's done.”

“What?” I asked.

“We’ll worry about it tomorrow.”

We hurried into my room and got under the covers. I snuggled up to him.

“I’ve never slept next to anyone before,” whispered Travis.

“What about sleepovers, camping, stuff like that?”

“I never went to any of those. I got invited to some during middle school and high school, but I could never trust that someone might find out.”

“The most important people know now.” I leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. “It’s easier if you turn your head this way.”

He rolled to the side, and we began to kiss. They were gentle, tentative, loving kisses. Travis moved one hand to my waist; our kisses became more passionate. I slid down and spread kisses over his chest and abs before reaching the hardness of his cock. He moved onto his back as I kissed the head and then licked the underside of his shaft. I played with his balls.

To my fingers, his scrotum and testicles felt like mine. My hands moved to spread his ass cheeks apart. I rubbed my tongue over his taint and then touched the tip to his tight pucker. I kissed the entrance to his tunnel. I lifted my head. “Remember,” I said. “You asked me to kiss your ass earlier, and now I have.”

I expected to hear some silly remark, but instead, he said. “I’m falling in love with you.”

I brought my finger to his hole and lubricated it with spit. I pulled the head of his cock to my mouth with my other hand. I pushed my mouth over his dick and at the same time, I moved my middle finger into him. As I sucked him, I finger-fucked him. His precum leaked into my mouth. The taste drove me to suck harder and faster. I was in sync with my finger. His sphincters tightened around my digit; he grabbed my head and pushed into my mouth. He was rewarded with a splendid release, and I was rewarded with a grunt and two huge loads that filled my mouth. Although I tried to swallow it, there was too much, and some squeezed out between my lips.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and moved back up to kiss him. He pushed me onto my back and straddled me. He spat into his hand and rubbed the saliva over the head of my penis before aligning it with his hole. He moved down and I felt the pressure of his resistance push against me.

“I can get it,” he said.

“It’s OK,” I told him.

“But I want it.”

“Close your eyes. Deep breaths. Relax.”

The tip of my cock entered him. He gasped and tightened. “Oh, fuck, you’re huge.”

“It’s because your man pussy is itty-bitty.”

He laughed, and I slid a little farther in. He moved up a little, and I came. My dick popped out and I came some more.

Travis bent his head forward and kissed me. “I think we need better lubricant.”

“I think there’s motor oil in the garage.”

“I hope you’re not serious. You’re not putting motor oil in my butt.”

“I’m kidding. I wouldn’t ruin this itty-bitty mangina. It’s got to last a long time.

“A long time,” he murmured before cuddling next to me. “You’re going to need to wash the sheets tomorrow.

“With such a sexy man in my bed, I’ll need to wash them every day.”