Growing up on Family Farm

What the future holds for Ted, Chet, Jordan and I

As time went on Ted, Chet and I met about once or twice a month as a three some when we could, giving Chet and Ted plenty of their own alone time at least once or twice a week to themselves. Both sets of parents slowly became more tolerant, but basically turned a blind eye. They scattered off away from everyone and stayed to themselves. I wished to spend more time enjoying them with myself included, but knew we could only meet occasionally. Jordan and I still continued to meet on a sporadic basis and we enjoyed each other, but neither would make a commitment and staying in the closet in this small town was a necessity.

Chet and Ted became more serious as Teds State College time quickly approached, where he would be leaving us, they really were going to miss each other, and they were committed to try to make it work. Shortly before Ted was to start college at State U, dad took sick, he had a stroke. Mom needed both me and Ted to keep the farm working, needless to say Ted, never started at the state school, and he dropped out of community college. I had my senior year of high school to finish and both Ted and mom made sure I would at least finish that. Dad had to be put in a rehab home, but we were told he’d never work the farm again. It was a tough year, and it was only the start. But Ted in his optimistic ways kept saying, “it is what it is, it’s just a blip in the way, we too will get over this” yup that same statement he’s said before. Chet spent time during our tough times helping by working alongside us, helping us wherever he could, and his dad did too. We all were doing double time, and pressure was intense, so the too, few and far between times we got together were precious, but a savoring relief from the daily day to day grind we’ve been living. We couldn’t afford to hire help, at least not just yet, dad’s medical bills were a major drain, and the farm was self insured, so we needed to make it work to keep on paying for what care we were providing.

Later on that year dad passed away, it was a tough time, Chet and his dad, sat us all down and we decided to merge the two farms into one, we all worked one big farm now, although the Martins were technically our bosses now, the merger saved us financially, mom took it tough, but we were able to take on a farm hand, freeing us all from some of the burden. Needles to say our sexual escapades were very sparse, sure Ted and Chet managed to grow stronger, but I found myself lost and depressed.

The first winter after we merged, was our first real celebration, we made it through, and freed us up a lot of time, we discussed that our financial woes might be behind us and we could see light at the end of the tunnel, all a result of good hard work by both families, our farm hand moved on, and the three of us boys settled in for some good old dirty, and I mean dirty fun. Both Chet and Ted both matured into men, good business men. I too matured but we still had those playful fantasies and needs of the boys we once were.

We sent mom on a well deserved vacation, which gave us the run of our house when we needed it most. Day one: after we dropped mom at the airport, it was pizza and beer, and the three of us stripped naked before the door was closed and locked behind us. Out of respect, I just stood back and watched Ted and Chet go at it, while I basked in the sensual pleasure I remember those days and images a few years ago, when I caught them in the hay loft. Two overly testosterone filled younger boys, horny as hell for each other, making me wonder if I’ll ever find “my mate” too. Chet was priming Teds ass with his mouth, while Ted glanced over at me while stroking his dick, I slowly moved over touched Ted’s dick replacing his hand with mine, and we embraced in a kiss. For the first time in a long time I felt wanted and needed. Chet reached up grabbing my cock while still working Teds ass, eventually pulling us to the floor in a three way 69, while sucking we all began finger to ass play, and finger in ass play, the moaning and groaning at full volume, not having to hide or restrict it now. Chet soon assumed the position on all fours, and I moved aside letting Ted in, when Chet said “no squirt” we need to finish what we never got to a few years ago, YES! I get to fuck Chet again, Ted stepped to Chet’s mouth and Chet begging blowing him while I pounded Chet’s ass, I came way too quickly, Ted too got off Cumming in Chet’s mouth soon after. Chet stood up flipped me on the floor, lifted my legs and spit Teds cum into my spread ass crack and he jammed his massive dick into me, no prime, just all the way in, I screamed in pain, and Chet said, “I owed you that squirt”. All kidding subsided and Chet worked my hole like a pro, Ted came to my face and tried to get me to blow him, but I couldn’t, I was in too much extreme painful pleasure, so he moved to Chet’s ass and we had a Chet sandwich, we all came within seconds of each other, I’ve learned to eat their cum, blow their dicks and fuck their asses. We made it a point to always get together no matter what.

A few more years went by, our parents are all gone now, we’ve renamed the farm “3Qs Family Farm”, (which we felt fit better in our town than “3 queers Family Farm”). Chet, Ted and I run it now, and we have a full complement of workers, and run one of the most profitable operations in the area, Ted and Chet never got married, but they moved into Chet’s house together, and I live in our old house with my current boyfriend Jordan, yes, Jordan (“popcorn boy”) the guy that was 2 years younger than me, the one who always had a crush on me, but was afraid of “improper thoughts” and he stayed away, had I ever known back then. The memories of my “Training” sessions. And the guy I wanted as a Fuck Buddy, well we finally got serious and are now a couple.

Jordan’s parents farm eventually failed, and his parents decided to give up, they sold it and moved to Florida, Chet, Ted and I bought it, and we now rent Jordan’s old house to our farmhands some of which are permanent others are temporary.

Our lives are back to being great now, we run one of the most productive and profitable Farms in the county, and we (the 4 of us) sometimes get together to share orgy style sex several times a year.

If you want a part 11 to explain some of those sessions further, let me know, I get myself excited thinking about holiday foursomes.

In the meantime I think I’ll work on expanding some of my other stories, thanks again for reading, I hope you enjoy them.