Growing up on Family Farm

It’s been a while since we visited the family farm with Jordan, Ted, Chet, and me “Squirt”. Well Christmas and New Years were an emotional roller coaster and packed full of family, parties, fun, games and sex, yes sex that involved all 4 of us which only happens a few times a year now.

Spring has now sprung, wedding plans were in full swing, Jordan with some help from Ted and Chet were spearheading that, I was wrapped up in the day to day farming chores, assigning scheduling to the farm hands, and making sure the supplies were on track. Ted kept the equipment running, and Chet was the brut wherever we needed the strength and muscles, he went. Jordan worked and supervised the workers but spent most of the time on the buildings and grounds and keeping the bank accounts and bills paid.

Planting was in full swing, many hours of hard sun up to moon rise work this spring, and sometimes we’d keep going inside the buildings late into the night, fixing the days problems.

We set a wedding date in a few weeks as things will be settled down and we’ll be all caught up, Jordan and I will even be able to jet off to Florida for a honeymoon for a week. Things were lining up just perfect, we’d have a few weeks of normal life ahead of us.

As the wedding day approached, we had only invited only about 30 people or so. We opted to ditch the venue idea, and use the barn and grounds, Chet and Ted spent some time working out in the barn and loft, where our sexual escapades all began, cleaning and setting it all up, Jordan and I were both banned from even approaching it. We heard a lot of power tools and hammering and a lot of stuff being tossed out the hay loft doors. Although Jordan handled all the invitations and lined up catering and chose our outfits, Black formal tuxes no less, and a lot of the decorations, Ted took that all from him the last week, and had his own spin to put on it.

Thursday afternoon, Ted and Chet, made Jordan and I get cleaned up around 2pm, quite early, especially for a Thursday, told us to dress for dinner. They drove us 2 hours to the city. We had a private room in a favorite Italian restaurant, with about 10 friends, it was our surprise bachelor party, complete with 3 Alvin and the Chipmunks (a chip n dale style dancer knock off). It was great even our straight friends played along, inserting dollar bills and lap dances. These dancers were hot and it was obvious to all both Jordan and I were sporting wood, as these guys grinded both of us on stage, they even had us shirtless and in our briefs, thank god we wore some. A fine time was had by all, even the dancers were saying they enjoyed it, and they gave us more for our money. Ted even invited them to the wedding on Saturday.

Friday we had a rehearsal with a good friend acting as preacher, Jordan and I saw the barn (at least the downstairs) for the first time in over a week, it was beautiful, I never saw it that cleaned up in my life, we had hors d’oeuvres tables and drinks, and hay bales set up as church pews in a semi circle, my brother Ted was to be my best man, and Jordan with no local family left had Chet as his best man. One of our farm hands young son and daughter played flower girl and ring bearer. We had some glitches, as to who would walk down the Aisle, we decided to walk down together. The caterer showed and joined the rehearsal with us, and they were setting up in the loft, Jordan and I were still banned from up there. We ate and drank and had a little pre celebration night. We split up about 10pm, Jordan went to Chet and Teds, I went home alone, keeping the traditions of not seeing each other before the wedding.

Saturday morning, Our wedding day, and the farm around the barn was buzzing, a few of the hands were doing some normal early morning farm chores but it was wedding day, the sun was rising, it was a warm morning developing as the rising sun burned off the morning dew, I could still see the dew on the fields. Unusually my only wish that couldn’t be granted is that my Mom and Dad no longer were around to be here today, sure we had our times and they had difficulties with both Ted and I turning out gay but, still my thoughts were to them on this day. I went downstairs and Ted had the caterer bring in a huge breakfast for just me and him, our own short order cook, he did the same over at his house for Chet and Jordan. At about 11, we went upstairs to dress, we had full Black and white tuxes, I still laughed about such a small wedding in a barn with tuxes, but that’s what Jordan wanted. Out the window surprisingly I could see fully formally dressed guests were milling around the front of the barn, eating finger foods and champagne flutes.

Ted and I walked over to the barn about noon, and we greeted our guests, trying to keep the dirt off my shoes and black pant cuffs. Suddenly I heard our old red Massey Ferguson tractor coming across the field, it was Chet driving tux and all with Jordan sitting in an attached old wooden hay wagon, Yes Chet in a black tux, yes a black tux, no shirtless bib overalls, jumped out and helped Jordan down where they joined us and we met each other in front of our guests with a wet juicy kiss as everyone applauded. The DJ summoned everyone to take a seat inside the barn, as Jordan and I looked into each other’s eyes, and I asked if he was ready, he acknowledged that he was, and confirmed with me that I was, before we headed down the Aisle, as the DJ played inappropriate music, “Here comes the Bride”? The two of us laughed as we approached our officiate. My 3 best friends and I were all formally joined up front with the little flower girl and ring bearer all formally dressed in a barn, where Jordan and I were officially married, we both had our own vows that were both perfect and sensual, we both had tears in our eyes as we kissed a theatrical deep tongue and mouth kiss, complete with a dip, and the applause of our guests.

We were led upstairs to the loft,…..Holy Shit,….. it was cleaned down to the wood plank floors, even the holes and rot were patched, there were 2 huge fans exhausting out the 2 hay doors, speakers and music was playing, 2 tables that sat close to 50 guests, way more than we invited. (apparently Chet and Ted kept inviting people as the day approached) the 2 long tables were set up across from each other with Jordan and my table connecting the two at one end. The rafters were filled with thousands of white twinkling Christmas lights, it was perfect. Off to the side was a cake table, with a three tiered cake, and the “prank cake topper” was two naked guys doing it doggie Style, with the “bottoms” face pushed into the icing, then in sharpie was Jordan’s name on the bottom, and “Squirt” written in the smiling “top” licking his lips, we were all in hysterics. It wasn’t the one Jordan had picked out and ordered special, but he was ok with it. The caterer brought out our choices of either huge prime rib or chicken dinners, dancing was quite cramped but we all managed to mingle and drink and have a great time. It was then I noticed Alvin and the Chipmunks, (they actually came) were having a laugh at the make shift bar, and Jordan and I mingled over to join them.

On each end of the barn we’re old photos of us all as kids, parents, aunts, uncles, old farm pictures, Ted even found old photo albums with photos of the Jordan farm and family, (which brought tears to Jordan’s eyes as he hadn’t ever remembered seeing them), in the attic of Jordan’s old house, now our rental farm hands quarters. There were photos of our old cars, equipment our horses and family gatherings at the swimming hole, we decided we’d try to recreate some of the photos with our photographer later this afternoon after we were done. The reception broke up about 6, still plenty of light, Jordan Ted Chet and I chose several photos off the walls and headed out with the photographer to recreate some.

We had Ted and I hanging out of the hay loft, driving tractors, although most of the photos were of Ted and me as our younger selves, there were a few of Chet and we managed to get a few re-creatable ones for Jordan as well, there was even one of Jordan and me around 10 years old that someone managed to capture, as we weren’t together very much as kids. Ted and Chet gave them to the photographer and we worked our way around the farm to try to get similar backgrounds and continually tried to get the poses just right, there were some photos of all of us down at the swimming hole which Chet took the photographer aside and spoke to quietly. The photographer had Ted Jordan and me sit in the foreground where our parents were sitting in the original photo, and Chet went over behind the tree house fort, the photographer said he was going to get ready, none of us saw which photo they were recreating. Suddenly Chet came out stark naked, well except the bow tie he kept that on and climbed up on the rope swing and swung out over the swimming hole stark naked, as he was at about 10 years old on the rope swing, as the photographer snapped away and handed Ted the original photo, if you remember from earlier chapters we thought nothing of swimming butt naked as kids. We all laughed hysterically. When Chet let go and into the drink he went, Damn it was mid spring but even though the temperature was in the 70’s that damn water must have been close to 50. Chet jumped out high stepping the water, dick swaying from side to side, (even with shrinkage, lol) but the photographer kept snapping away, thank god for digital cameras and extra high capacity storage cards. Chet luckily found a towel n the towel bin by the tree fort and It was round about 7 now, and sun was going fast, as we headed back up to the barn, Chet wrapped only in a towel and bow tie. As we approached the barn the last guests were leaving, the caterer was all but done, Ted ran up to the head guy and took out his wallet slipping him an extra tip even though it was all paid for already, the caterer tried to refuse but Ted insisted.

We moseyed into the barn assuming we were alone and Chet dropped his towel saying thank goodness that old mildewed thing has to go, the three of us and photographer went up to see what booze was left, when low and behold Alvin and the Chipmunks were still standing at the bar having a grand old time. Of course Chet got to the top of the stairs stark naked and Simon (remember Alvin, Simon, Theodore and Dave the human) well Simon of the Chipmunks grabbed Chet’s ass and said he had wanted to do that since the Bachelor party Thursday night. Too bad it wasn’t Theodore that wanted Chet cause that would have been odd since my brothers Teds name is also Theodore. Anyway speaking of coincidences the photographers name was Dave, as we all laughed and sat around quite tipsy, polishing off anything that was left.

That’s when it all started, the remaining cake was wrapped up with other food and sitting on the former cake table when Simon picked up the loose Cake topper and asked the photographer to recreate this photo, of course everyone thought it was the best idea since sliced bread and an embarrassed drunken Jordan and I, were soon stripping down, trying to recreate the doggy style pose, with me and that shit eating grin on my face licking my lips. Jordan was on all fours and put his head on the floor sideways as I Mounted him from behind and his ass sucked my hard dick right in knowing we had an audience, I arched my back and began pumping as I looked up toward the roof and smacked my lips, I heard the photographer snapping away as he rotated around us, Ted came up and put the little figurine on Jordan’s back as the photographer (Dave) took numerous close ups, Chet came around to Jordan’s head as Jordan raised his head from the floor and Chet dropped to his knees, and now Jordan was blowing Chet, not to be left out ted stripped down and climbed under Jordan to suck his dick, we were back in our 4 some only with an audience, man was it hot. I didn’t realize it but the chipmunks Simon, Theodore and Alvin were all stripping down as they joined in, here we were, 7 naked guys having an orgy on my wedding night with me and my husband, we really didn’t mind we were all drunk and we were all willing, no one was complaining. Suddenly someone was behind me eating out my ass and I thought I had everyone accounted for but no it was Dave the photographer, so correction, 8 of us all naked, well except for the bow ties, we all kept our bow ties on. A freaking orgy in the barn loft that I initially caught Ted and Chet those few years ago in my voyeuristic jerk off session. We continued for hours and cum covered each other till we pumped ourselves dry.

Somewhere around 11PM we decided enough was enough and no one was driving home, Alvin, Simon, Theodore and Dave headed to Chet and Teds house, while Jordan and I got our house to ourselves for the rest of the night, we still had all day Sunday to recover before leaving for Florida on Monday.

I took my husband up to our room, we showered the other guys off of ourselves together, and laid in our bed happy and content, I asked Jordan if he was OK with the way the evening ended up, and he admitted it wasn’t how he planned it, but what an opportunity and celebration we had, he’ll never forget it. We both agreed we went a bit overboard but with no regrets, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

About 8 am, 3 hours past our normal waking time, the crowd of people were banging on our front door, I threw on some shorts and answered as the crowd of 6, piled into the kitchen, with bags of breakfast food, all apologizing for interrupting, but that’s what you can do in Florida you horny bastards they said, we all sat around the room, the chipmunks wearing their untucked tuxes from the night before, Dave with his suit pants and a Tee shirt, Chet in his signature bibs with no shirt, Ted in his jeans and Tee shirt and me and Jordan only in our boxers. We ate they cleaned up and they left, as we stood on the porch bidding them farewell, Jordan and I went upstairs to consummate our marriage alone as we should have last night.

We laid in bed till about 3, took our communal shower, opened some gifts, mostly cards and money, packed our things for Florida tomorrow, and took a walk around the property, as we walked, I had one more present for Jordan. I took an envelope out of my back pocket, and told him it was from me and Chet and Ted together, it was the official paperwork making him a full 25% partner with us in the farm instead of him owning ½ of my former 33%, he broke down and cried saying his parents would be so proud he still owns part of his family’s original farm land. He insisted on heading over to Chet and Teds house, to personally thank them, as it was not necessary and totally unexpected.

The next morning Chet and Ted got up early got, the farm up and running for the day, Ted came over to the house to bring us to the airport, as we left Chet behind waving goodbye. We both assured Ted if they needed anything to just call, he insisted it wasn’t his first rodeo and never we mind.

Jordan and I spend a week in Florida, while ted and Chet run the farm.  What could go wrong?