The Amish Boy

A couple of years or so passed, and while the pain lessened, Caleb thought of and missed Jake every day.  He continued to work for Mr. Thomas at the landscaping company, though now a full-time.  The job mostly included mowing lawns, installing trees and shrubs in the summer and plowing snow in the winter.

It was hard work, but it was outside work, which he greatly preferred.  Sitting behind a desk would drive him insane.  The bonus was that it kept him in great shape as well as bronzing his athletic body. 

On the weekends he would often drive his old Chevy truck an hour south of Hessville, to help his grandpa out on the old 80-acre farm.  His grandparents spent the winters in Florida but spring through fall was spent on their old farm. 

His Grandma had succumbed to cancer a couple of years ago, less than a year after Jake, but Grandpa still kept up the annual migration.  “Can’t let the place just go to seed.”  His Grandpa would say.  Losing the loves of their lives, in a strange way brought the two closer together.  Though grandpa never brought up Jake, he knew how close the boy’s had been.

Caleb would spend time brush-hogging the open areas, pruning the old apple orchard and just doing general needed upkeep on the 100+ year old buildings.  Though if he were honest, Caleb would tell you that his favorite part was sitting around the fire pit listening to his grandpa’s stories, while they tossed back a few beers. 

It also helped him hide from all the well-meaning people who were constantly trying to set him up.  Not to mention some women who would aggressively pursue him.  They could not figure out how such a handsome, intelligent young man was not dating.  After what happened the first time, Caleb was convinced he would never put himself up for that kind of pain, ever again.

Caleb thought back to how the positive change in his life had all started.  The apple crop was especially good a couple of years after graduation, and he asked his grandpa about it.  “The trees are sure loaded with apples this year Grandpa.”

“All your work pruning those trees has really brought them back.”  His Grandpa remarked.  “Why don’t you take some into the farmer’s market up in Hessville.  That’s what your grandma and I used to do.  Some years we could make a pretty penny.  The deer and bear don’t need to have them all.”

“Really?  I didn’t know you guys did that.”

“Well, you were pretty young when it got to be too much for us.  That’s what all those baskets are about in the loft of the barn.  I’ll show you the ropes if you want to put in the work.”

“That sounds awesome.  I wouldn’t mind doing that.  I bet people around here would enjoy some good local fruit.”

It was crazy how word spread in the small city to the north.  The hard-working young man was soon selling apples to a bakery, a couple of restaurants as well as numerous shoppers at the farmer’s market.

The bakery asked if he had other fruit to sell.  He thought about the large patch of wild raspberries in the east field as well as blackberries that grew along the forest edge.  He began to deliver those each week as well.  Wild picked berries were extra sweet and brought a nice price.

Over the next five years his hobby business continued to expand with more and more requests for fresh locally grown items.  Caleb used his grandpa’s tractor and tilled up some of the old grain field and planted an assortment of produce.  Mr. Thomas agreed to let him work just three days a week at the landscaping company, when needed, so he could grow his ‘home grown’ farm business.

“You know Caleb, you make me very proud to see you making use of this land.  I wish your grandma was here to see all you have done.”

“I could never have done it without all your help Grandpa.”  Caleb said sincerely. 

It was a cool late-fall day as Caleb motored the old truck south.  He turned off the dirt road onto the gravel driveway.  Put his truck in park, thinking sadly that it would be the last time coming here for a while.  Grandpa would be leaving for Florida in two days and the crops were all harvested.

The 25-year-old had tried talking the old man into letting him drive him south, but Grandpa would hear none of it.

 “You have better things to do than carting my sorry ass all over the country.”  The old man had lovingly snapped. 

“No, I do not.  It’ll only take me two days to drive you down and then I can fly back.”  Pleaded Caleb, but it had fallen on deaf ears.

Caleb walked into the house.  “Grandpa?”  No answer.  He looked around the main part of the house.  ‘Must be outside.’  He thought.  Caleb searched the barn and looked around the yard.

‘That’s strange.  His truck is here.’  The worried grandson thought.

He went back into the house.  He walked into the bedroom.  “Grandpa.  What are you still doing in bed?”  The young man reached down with trembling hands and touched the cold face.

Caleb dropped to his knees on the floor.

A week after the funeral Caleb got a call to be at an attorney’s office for the reading of Grandpa’s will.  His mom and her sister would split the proceeds from the sale of the house in Florida as well as his modest bank savings.

Caleb was shocked when the lawyer read that he was to get the 80-acre farm and everything on it.  His aunt did not seem too pleased about that and stormed out of the room. 

The lawyer also slipped Caleb a letter that he was instructed to read when he was alone. 

Caleb drove back to the farm.  He walked into the small kitchen and slumped into a chair.  He opened the letter with shaking hands and read.

Dear Caleb,

I have cherished the time that you spent with me these last few years.  Seeing the old farm come back to life due to your hard work has made me so very proud.  Grandma would have been very proud too.

I hope that you find that special someone to share this place with, like your grandma and I did.

You are a special young man. I have been privileged to know you.

Don’t feel sad for me.  I am back with the love of my life.

Love Grandpa.

PS; Look in the cedar chest at the foot of my bed.  It has a false bottom.  And for God’s sake do not tell your mom or aunt what you find there.  It is for you and you alone.’

Caleb nervously walked into the bedroom and opened the old cedar chest.  He took out the quilts and other assorted bedding materials.  He stared into the empty chest, not noticing anything that would indicate how to remove the bottom.

Then he saw it.  A short string on the side the same color as the wood.  He pulled on the string and the bottom came up.   Under it was a canvas bag.  He pulled open the bag and looked inside.

“What the fuck?”  He shrieked.  He emptied the contents onto the bed.  Out poured stacks of banded $100 bills along with a note. 

‘Glad you found this Caleb.  $262,000 at my last count.  Spend it wisely as it took a lifetime of saving.  I never trusted the damn government or banks.  Love Grampa.’

That was four years ago, and Caleb had spent wisely.  He had quickly moved out of his rental in town and into the big old farmhouse.  He had invested in the farm that was now ready to begin to make a profit – if all went well.  He had built up his clientele with quality produce and service, to where he could hardly keep up with demand.

He loaded the last crate of freshly cut asparagus into the back of the newer used truck he had bought a couple of years ago, the old chevy now a well needed farm truck.

Caleb pulled onto the highway with his cargo of produce and headed north.  He had traveled about 45 minutes when he came to a spot where the highway crossed a small creek.  On each side of the road there were steel guardrails lining the highway.

As he got closer he could see that there was something on the side of the road at the end of the guardrail.  It looked like a wagon was on top of the guardrail.  He pulled the Silverado 4x4 off to the side of the road and hopped out.

The young farmer could see a team of excited horses with the guardrail between them, and a young Amish man up on the wagon trying to calm them.

Caleb looked up at the harried young man in the straw hat and dark clothing.  He was struck by how handsome the sweaty young man was.  He looked to be just under 20 years old.  Slim build but with muscles earned naturally by hard work.  His golden eyes sparkled in the sun, split by a strong nose, crisp jaw and square chin.  His fingers were long and slender. 

“Hey, looks like you could use a hand.”

“Nah, I think I’m ok.  They just spooked when a loud truck went by.  The wagon is now trapped on top of this guardrail.  They can’t seem to back it off.”  The nervous boy said sheepishly. 

“What if we unhitch the team and I pull the wagon back with my truck.  That should get it off the rail and you can re-hitch the team.”

“I don’t want to put you out.  I can walk up to the farm and get my Daed (dad).”

“Are you talking about the Amish farm about five miles up the road that has the big greenhouse, and sawmill?”

“Jah.”

“We can have you on your way before you can get halfway there.  Let me get the chain out of my truck and you unhitch the team.”  Caleb said, taking control.  “Sorry, where are my manners.  My name is Caleb.”  the young farmer said, reaching out his hand.

“I am Jacob.  Thank you for your help.”  The teen said as he grasped the strong outreached hand of the stranger.

In no time the big truck pulled the wagon off the rail and the horses were all hitched up again. 

“Thank you again sir.  It is not common for the English to want to help us.  I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.  Keep that team on the road Jacob.”  Caleb smiled and waved back at the boy under the straw hat smiling and waving back.

A couple of weeks went by, and he found himself thinking about how the boy looked at him.  The sparkle in his golden-brown eyes.  ‘What was it about him?’  Caleb thought.

He found himself stopping at the little Amish store every time he passed, subconsciously hoping he would catch a glimpse of the Amish boy.  He always found something to pick up.  A jar of jam, a loaf of bread, a box of chocolate covered almonds.  Anytime he spotted Jacob they would each smile and wave at each other.

One day he was talking to a worker at the lumber yard about concrete work.  He was planning on making a doorway in the foundation under the old house and removing dirt to create easier access to get under the house.  It would be a lot of hand digging and removing the dirt by bucket.  Caleb did not worry about the amount of work, but really needed another hand to do it with him.

“Did you try the Amish?  They do that kind of work.”  Suggested the worker at the lumber yard.

“I did not realize that.  Thanks for the suggestion.”

The next morning Caleb drove to the Amish store.  ‘Why was he so nervous?’  thought the young farmer.

“Is your Daed around?”  Caleb asked the girl working at the store.

She looked up, surprised to hear an English using the Amish word for dad.  “Yes, he is, I will get him.”

“Can I help you?”  The man in the straw hat and long beard asked as he entered the store, followed closely by his son Jacob.

“I have some digging to be done under my house and I need a hand to help with the project.  Do you have someone who could help me with this?  If you do, what would be the rate?”

“My son Eli should have some free time soon.  Let me talk to him.”

Caleb’s face dropped, and his eyes locked with Jacob’s.

“Daed may I have a word?”  Jacob asked and the two walked outside.  Caleb could hear a discussion but could not make out what was being said.

The two walked back into the store.  “It seems that my son Jacob also has some time he could dedicate to your project.  He tells me that you are the one who helped get the wagon loose from the guardrail.  Thank you for helping out.  When do you need him?”

“As soon as he can start.  I have everything ready to go.”

“I can leave with you now, if that works for you.”  Jacob said smiling.

“I have some produce to deliver in town first, which you are welcome to join me, or I can pick you up on the way back, in about an hour.”

“I can come now.”

Caleb smiled as the nervous boy hopped up into the big truck.  The short ride to town was pretty quiet.  Attempts at conversation were met with short replies by the quite Amish boy.

Once they got to the first stop Jacob jumped right in, carrying heavy crates of produce alongside Caleb. 

“Your produce is top quality Caleb.  I can’t wait to see your farm.” 

That seemed to break the ice.  The rest of the trip was filled with conversations on vegetables and fruit and all that related to them.  Caleb was amazed how knowledgeable and excited the kid was about farming.  The knowledge part was expected, as that is what the kid had done most of his life, but the excitement was not. 

“You seem excited about farming.”  Caleb asked as the two walked through his vegetable field. 

“What’s not to love.  It is a living thing that starts out so tiny and fragile and with care grows into something delicious to eat.”  Jacob gushed.

“Can’t argue with that.”  Caleb chuckled.  “Let me show you the project we are about to tackle.”

After a long day of digging in the dry dusty dirt below the house the two were covered from head to toe.  “I need to get you back soon, but you are not getting in my truck like that.”

A suddenly self-conscious Jacob looked down at his filthy pants and began to try to swat off the dirt.  “I am sorry Caleb, I will try…”  His sentence interrupted by Calebs loud laughter.

“Oh, you are teasing me.”  The boy said smiling.

“Not completely.  You are not getting in my truck like that. I usually rinse off in the pond back behind the barn.  Let’s go.”  Not giving Jacob a chance to answer Caleb walked quickly toward the barn with Jacob in tow. 

Caleb emptied his pockets at the edge of the pond and dove in.  “Come on in.  This will rinse off your clothes, then we can hang them on the line as we get the dirt off out bodies.”

Jacob jumped right in.  After splashing around a bit Caleb got out and began to strip down to his jockey’s.  He hung his wet clothes on the line.  The brisk breeze would have them dry in no time.

He looked down in the water at Jacob staring up at him.  When their eyes met the Amish boy quickly looked away.  Caleb dove back in.  “Get your clothes up on the line so they can dry while you finish washing off.  Then we can go in and get a bite to eat.  If they’re not dry I will throw them in the dryer for a bit.”

Caleb watched the boy slowly leave the pond.  He faced away as he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his dark pants.  Caleb watched as the teen tentatively walked backward into the pond, looking like he had his hands over his crotch. 

‘Was this kid hiding a boner?’  Caleb smirked making his own cock chub up.

After they finished rinsing off Caleb gathered up their clothes and threw them in the dryer.  He threw some steaks on the grill and nuked a couple of potatoes. 

They sat out on the warm deck letting the sun heat their skin.  Caleb noticed how Jacob kept looking at him when he thought he wasn’t looking.  He had to admit he was doing the same to the good-looking teen.  Something about his slim lithe body was very appealing. 

“This is so good.  Might be one of the best meals I have ever had.”

“Thanks Jacob.  You put in a good day’s work and that always makes me hungry.  That sounded like the dryer.  We better get dressed so I can get you home.”

The next three days seemed to fly by.  The project was proceeding nicely, though they kept finding ways to get off on a tangent.  Walking the farm, bouncing ideas off each other, lost in conversation as the time flew by.

Each day Jacob seemed to get more and more comfortable around Caleb.  He was acting more like himself.  Caleb was amazed by the teen.  He was funny, and smart as a whip.  Cute as hell too.  He just loved having the boy around.  Each night when he would take him back, it made him sad.  He couldn’t wait to pick him up the next morning.

Finally, on the fourth night as they were driving back to the Amish farm Caleb asked the question he had been stressing about.  “You know tomorrow, if you wanted, you could stay the night.  It would save me a trip back and forth and I could show you my favorite fishing hole.”

“My Daed would not like that, but I would.” He replied with a big smile.

“I do not want to put you in a bad spot.”

“No, it is OK.  I am actually in Rumspringa right now, so I am allowed to make more decisions of my own.  That is until I officially join.  So, even though he will not like it, I can make the decision.”

“I thought you guys left home and lived elsewhere doing all kinds of wild things.”

Jacob laughed.  “Yeah, the English think we do all kinds of debauchery and then come back.  But most of us stay at home and just get a little more freedom than we normally have, until we join.  I will let my Daed know that tomorrow I will leave for a few days.”

Caleb could not wait to pick Jacob up the next morning.  He was so excited to be able to spend more time with the kid.  He could not understand what it was about him that was so alluring, because it was like, everything.  Caleb could not get the boy off his mind when they were apart.

Jacob was waiting in the small store out by the road when Caleb pulled in to pick him up.  “Toss your bag in the truck, I gotta grab some bread.” As he ducked into the store. 

Caleb came out a minute later and looked at the smiling boy standing next to the big Silverado. 

“Let’s go Leb.”  he said excitedly. 

Caleb snapped his head around and looked at Jacob, a shocked look on his face.  “No one has called me that in over ten years.”

“I am so sorry.  I did not mean to offend.”

“No, I like it.  It just shocked me that is all.  You gotta do more than that to offend me.  Have you had breakfast?”

They stopped at a diner along the way back and had a hearty breakfast.  Jacob seemed a little off, but Caleb didn’t feel he should bring it up.  Back at the farm the day flew by.  Jacob had more excellent suggestions on different ways to make simple, yet impactful improvements to the farm.

After lunch they were back to dumping more buckets of dirt from under the house into the back of the old farm truck.  Caleb was digging around a stubborn rock when his shovel handle snapped.

“Damn.  I am going to go to the barn to get a new handle.  Could you drive the truck and meet me back there?”  Caleb asked as he walked out of the basement.

“Drive the truck?”  Jacob said with eyes wide with fear.

“Yeah, the keys are in it…. “  Caleb stopped, then continued kindly.  “Have you driven before?”

“Nothing with a motor.”  Jacob said in a uncharacteristic squeaky voice.

“What say we give you a driving lesson right now.”  Caleb announced to the unsure kid.

“What if I crash it.”  Jacob said nervously.

“You won’t.  Hop in.”

Jacob climbed into the driver’s seat, with Caleb riding shotgun.  “Turn the key and start her up.”

The engine roared to life as the nervous driver looked to his right.  “Pull that lever down till that orange box is around the D, that is for drive.  The R is for reverse.  Ok, now the pedal on the right is when you want to go.  You just push it down slowly.  The one on the left is to stop.  Just take it slow.  You have a big ol’ field to drive around in.  Go where you want, so you can get used to how she moves when you push the pedals and turn the wheel.

Pretty soon they were driving all over the place, both talking and laughing at the fun of it.  He even had Jacob take the truck down the road to the corner and back.

“That was so much fun.  Thank you for teaching me how to drive.” The boy exclaimed while giving Caleb a big tight hug.

After a feast of brook trout, the boys had caught in Caleb’s fishing hole, they sat around a bonfire talking about everything and anything. 

“You know one of the reasons my Daed was against me coming this week is because it is my birthday tomorrow.  I turn 20.  I wasn’t going to tell you but figured you would not like it if you found out later.  I have a lot of big mouthed brothers and sisters.  Besides, you taught me how to drive.”  He said beaming.

“You are damned right I would not have liked finding out I missed it.  That does it.  Tomorrow is Jacob day.  No work, we are going to do whatever you want to do.”

“See, I knew I should not have told you.”  Jacob said while laughing.

Caleb sat there laughing along with him.  ‘What was it about this kids laugh?  It just made him feel so good inside.’ 

“Well, there is one thing, if you don’t mind.  Could we go into town?  I would like to buy some clothes, you know, like you wear.  And, um, would you mind if I borrowed something of yours to wear, just until I buy some tomorrow?  I am used to wearing my Amish clothes with my family, but when I am with you, I feel, I don’t know, out of place.  Like today at breakfast.  I felt like everyone was staring at me.”

“Of course.  No problem, though you will definitely need a belt.” Caleb chuckled.  “We will make a day of it.”

“Where did the time go?  It’s almost midnight.  I think it is time for bed.  Why don’t y…. Wait, Jacob, where are you going?”

“Out to the barn.”

“For what?”

“To sleep.”

“Jacob, you are not sleeping in the barn, I have three bedrooms in this big old house.  You are getting very close to insulting me right now.”

“I never thought you were planning on me sleeping in your house.  I do not want to insult you, but I….”

“Good.  Let me show you your room.  Grab your things.”  Caleb walked up the stairs, with Jacob slowly following behind.

All through the night Caleb kept waking up.  His cock rock hard.  Just knowing that Jacob was sleeping two doors down gave him fits.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?  What the fuck am I going to do?  Walk down the hall and crawl into bed with him?  Then he sure as hell would wish he had slept in the barn.  The poor kid would probably run off screaming into the night.  AAAGGHHH Get a grip Caleb!!’  The sweaty stud thought, as he punched his pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

“That shower was so amazing.  And these clothes you laid out do not fit too bad, though you were right, the belt was needed.”

Caleb looked at the transformed kid before him.  His hair neatly combed and free from the straw hat.  Though 5’10” the blue polo and tan shorts looked great on him.  The size 11 leather flip flops looked like they fit really well on his size 10 feet.

“Yeah, you look great.  Happy birthday Jacob.  Breakfast is served.”

“What did you make?”  Jacob said in shock looking at the food on the table.

“Coffee soup and baked bread for dunking.”

“What?  My favorite?  How did you know?”

“Your ma slipped me the recipe.”

“So you knew it was my birthday all along.  You sneaky devil.  This is so fantastic.  Thank you.”

“Don’t get too excited till you taste it.  Never made it before.”

“It’s gut (goot), Leb.  Very gut (goot).”

“Ahhhh, ummmm looks like gut, tastes gut?”

Jacob spit out his last bite in a fit of laughter, choking on his food.  “Gut means good.”  He finally choked out as they both laughed.

The day was perfect as the boys hit their first stop.  The clothing store was not busy as Jacob asked Caleb repeatedly what he should buy.  What he thought looked good on him.  Jacob walked out of the fitting room in one of the outfits Caleb had picked out. 

“What do you think?”

Caleb had never seen Jacob in clothes that actually fit him.  Damn.  The shirt accentuated the muscles on his lean body.  The shorts clung to the muscular curve of the birthday boys mini bubble butt. The slender legs, lightly covered in hair.  

“Ah, Leb?  Do you like these?”

“Shit.  Ah, yeah.  Dude, they look great on you.”  Sucking in a bit of drool from the side of his mouth.

They walked down the street looking at all the shops, talking and laughing.  They passed by a salon with a ‘walk-ins welcome’ sign and Jacob paused by the open door. 

“Hey Caleb.”  The stylist called out.  “How are you?”

“Fine.  How have you been Lori?” 

“Good.  You guys looking for a haircut?  I’m kinda slow this morning.  I can get you right in.”

“I’m good.  Jacob?  You look like you are thinking about it.”

“I don’t know.  My Daed would not like it.”

“I thought this was a time you could make your own decisions.  So, it seems like if you want it, go for it.  If you don’t, we keep walking.”

“I want it.”

“Damn bro.  I love that cut on you.  You looked great before, but now…”  Caleb stopped himself, realizing he was about to say that Jacob looked hot and that might ruin the day.

“Now…, what?”  Jacob said with a sly grin.

“Let’s just say that cut and your new clothes, you make them both look dope.  I might get jealous with everyone staring at you instead of me.”  Caleb laughed nervously.

They walked to a little café on the river and had lunch.  Then took a long stroll along the river trail.  As they walked along, the back of their hands would occasionally graze each other’s.  Caleb wanted to reach out and hold Jacob’s hand as they walked and talked, lacing their fingers together.  ‘If only.’  He sighed.

“You want an ice cream cone?  My treat.” 

“No way.  It’s your birthday.  I have to buy.”  Caleb smiled.

“You have paid for everything today.  I have money you know.”  Jacob protested.

“You are 20 years old.  I never bought you a present on your 19 prior birthdays.”

“You did not know me.”  Jacob laughed.  “Ok, fine you win.  And thank you, again.  This is already the best birthday I have ever had.”

After supper at the steak house, that included the staff singing happy birthday as they delivered the lit cake to a visibly embarrassed Jacob, the boys walked out in the warm air to the truck.  They  headed south out of town listening to the local country radio station, Caleb feeling a little sad that the day couldn’t keep going.  Seemed like it was ending far too quickly.

Caleb drove along suddenly realizing that Jacob was singing along with the radio.  Soon he joined in and they sang along to every song all the way home, laughing through some of the funny ones and singing sadly through the sad ones.  Caleb looked over at the happy kid in the shotgun seat.  He had never had such strong feelings for someone, well someone besides Jake.

“Damn, I didn’t know you had such a great voice.”

“You too, Leb.  We sound pretty good together.”

As they pulled into the driveway, singing laughing to the end of the country song; “just a swingin.’”

They walked to the front door.  Caleb was just about to open the door when he felt a hand on his arm.  He turned and faced Jacob, his hand still on his arm. 

“Leb.  Thank you.  This has been the best day of my life.” 

Caleb reached up and put his hand on Jacob’s shoulder and stared longingly into the Amish boys’ golden-brown eyes, illuminated by the light of the full moon.  He felt the hand move up his arm till it was on the side of his cheek.

Caleb reached up cupping the kids’ face with his hands and covered the boys’ full red lips with his own.  A moan escaped Jacob’s mouth as the kiss became more passionate.  Tongues battled with suction as hands pulled the moaning males together.

Jacob pushed forward mauling the mouth of the hot stud, till Caleb’s back hit the door.  He reached back and pushed down the lever.  The door swung open, and Caleb landed on the floor with Jacob on top of him, continuing the passionate make out session.

Caleb kicked the door shut with his foot as he pulled the new polo up and over the birthday boy’s head.  Jacob, taking the cue, did the same to Leb.  Their lips never parted as they crawled and shimmied their way across the living room and up the stairs, shedding the rest of their clothes.

At the top of the stairs, Caleb pulled Jacob up to him.  They stood skin to skin as they grasped each other’s ass, rubbing their slick cocks together.  Jacob pushed forward backing Caleb into his room till his knees hit the edge of the bed. 

Caleb spun around and pushed Jacob down on the bed, his feet still on the floor.  The quick move surprised the Amish boy, but not as much as when Caleb dropped to his knees and engulfed the kids uncut 6” cock into his sucking mouth.  He had just begun to bob up and down when he heard a scream.  The cock in his mouth swelled and jets of hot cum began to gush out, spurt after spurt.

The young farmer gulped as fast as he could, but the torrent kept coming.  He pulled his mouth off the spasming cock to keep from choking and the last two blasts coated his nose and lips.  He moved up the bed and shared a cum filled kiss with the panting, groaning kid.

They lay side by side on the bed looking into each other’s eyes.  Caleb softly stroking the kids face. 

“Ach jah.  Ach jah.  Gut, gut.  Ach jah.”  Jacob kept panting.

“So, tell me.”  Whispered Caleb.  “I know gut is good, but what is ach jah?”

Jacob turned and placed another passionate kiss on Lebs lips.  Ach jah means, ‘oh yeah.’”  Smiled Jacob.  “This birthday keeps getting better.”

“We ain’t done yet stud.  Keep your feet on the floor but turn over onto your stomach.  I have another birthday gift for you.”

The 20-year-old did as he was told but had no idea what to expect.  Caleb kneeled behind the boy and spread his cheeks wide.  He pushed his face into the crack and swiped his tongue across the boy’s pink pucker, causing another muffled scream to erupt from the kid’s pillow filled mouth.

Caleb held on tight to the kids’ strong thighs as he nibbled, licked and sucked on the thrashing, screaming boy’s tender virgin ass.  The scent and taste of the young stud he had fantasized over, for weeks was driving him wild with lust as he aggressively sucked and tongued the sensitive hole.

With the boy’s opening slick with saliva the young stud pressed a finger to the opening and pushed in, all the while licking alongside the disappearing digit.  Once deep inside the tight hot hole, Caleb moved his long finger around till he found a firm lump and pressed into it.

“ACH JAH!!!  GUT!  ACH JAH!  OH FUCK LEB!” 

Caleb smiled hearing the kid swear for the first time, as he slipped in another finger, preparing the kid he so desperately wanted to make love to.  He could feel Jacob pushing back on his fingers, trying to fuck himself on them as Caleb added a third, along with some lube he had pulled from the bedside table.  He was now thrusting three fingers in and out of the slick love chute.

“Do you like that, Jacob?  Does it feel gut?”

“Ach jah, Leb.  Keep doing that.” He replied breathlessly.

Caleb moved Jacob up on the bed, turned him on his back and kneeled between the boys’ spread legs, while still thrusting his fingers in and out of the loosening boy cunt. 

He looked down into the lust filled eyes of the birthday boy.  “You are so beautiful.  I want to fuck you.  I want to make love to you Jacob.  Do you want that?”

“Ach jah.”  He said raising up his legs and placing them on Calebs broad shoulders.

Wasting no time Caleb moved forward and placed his now lubed cock at the slick entrance.  “This will hurt at first.  Just tell me if I need to stop so you can adjust.  I do not want to hurt you.”

“Fuck me already!”  Jacob growled.

Caleb pushed forward feeling the boy’s ass lips stretch around his big tool as he sunk in three inches.  He stroked the kids cock with one hand and pinched a hard nipple with the other, intently watching his beautiful face for any signs of pain.

All he saw in those sparkling golden eyes was love, passion, lust, anything but pain.  He leaned down and pressed his lips against the boy’s full red lips again as he sunk in deeper to the hot tight confines of the furnace sheathing his rock-hard cock.

“You took it all stud.  How are you doing?  Are you ok?”

“Your cock is so big, but I love feeling it in me.  Fuck me Liebchen.  Give me your seed.”  He panted.

Caleb pulled back, feeling the tight slick muscle grip his cock as it slid out to the tip and with one fluid motion his hips pushed the engorged tool back in to where it belonged.  Driving a long low moan from Jacob’s mouth.

Their bodies moved together as flesh met flesh.  The movements became quicker, and the thrusts carried more force.  “Fuck me harder Leb.  Ach jah.  Harder stud.  Breed me.  Make me yours.”  Jacob gasped, his sweaty chest heaving as his legs wrapped around the waist of the stallion slamming into him.

Caleb knew he was getting close as he drove the kid forward with every violent thrust.  His powerful hips drove in and out in quick succession, his mouth gapped open as his body was swept toward a cataclysmic explosion of euphoria. 

His balls began to pull up as his cock swelled further, when he felt the boy’s ring clamp down and the lithe body below him jerk.  Jets of hot boy cum began to shoot from the kids’ cock, just as he began to unload blast after blast of rich seed into the boy’s no longer virgin bowels.

Caleb collapsed down on top of Jacob, his hard cock still lodged in the freshly fertilized boy.  Both of them gasping for air from their strenuous workout, with their sweat-soaked chests sandwiched together, and Jacob’s hands stroking Leb’s muscular back.

“That was so fucking awesome.”  Caleb exclaimed as he pressed his lips down on the smaller boys’ wet lips.  “You are one wild fucking stud.”

“Thanks” the boy blushed.  “Same thing to you.  That was so far beyond anything I have ever experienced, I don’t even know how to… um.., you know….  See? I do not know what to say.”

Caleb chuckled.  “Hey, what was it you called me when we were just getting started?  Sounded like fuck me Liebchen?”

“Um, ah, It means ‘my love.’  Like, ‘fuck me my love.’”  Jacob said quietly, blushing brightly.

“I’m ‘your love?’  You love me?”  Caleb said with a mischievous smile.

“Well, um, yeah, I think, you know…”

Caleb put his finger on the stuttering boys’ lips.  “Jacob Liebchen.  I love you too.”  Jacob leaned up and another passionate kiss began.

Jacob sat up and looked down at the handsome face smiling up at him, his dimples caved in deeply.  “What?”  Caleb asked with suspicion, as Jacob lightly brushed a piece of Leb’s hair off to the side, out of his eyes.

“You know I keep forgetting to tell you, I’ve started to a hundred times.  But you know, my best friends call me Jake.  As much as I care for you, it always hits me when you call me Jacob, which is fine, but it hit me that I have never told you that I also go by Jake.”

Tears immediately began to flow down Caleb’s cheeks.  As he grasped Jake’s trembling hands.  He looked up at the horrified look on Jake’s face as he saw the man he loved crying at his suggestion.

“I am sorry.  You do not need to…”  Caleb again pressed his finger to the boy’s lips.

“You misunderstand my tears, Jake.  I could not love you more, but this just adds an emotional cherry on top.  I sincerely hope you will be able to understand what I mean.”  And Caleb began to tell the young man the tragic story of Leb and Jake.  A story he had never uttered to another living soul.

When he finished both were in tears.  They held each other for over an hour.  Hands softly caressing, exploring every inch of each other, causing goosebumps at times.  Jake’s fingers lightly traced the outline of Leb’s firm right pec.  He traveled up and grazed the hard nub, drawing a moan from Leb’s open lips.

Jake smiled and grazed the nub again, drawing another moan.  He leaned forward and licked the nub.  He felt a hand at the back of his head bringing it down till his lips were pressed against the hard tip. 

The novice sucked it into his mouth and licked while his hand twirled the nip on the other side. Caleb’s back rose off the bed, forcing more contact with boy twerking and sucking his areolas, making the larger male moan with delight.

Jacob reversed sides, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure he was giving the big stud.  His inexperienced mouth licked lower till he began tonguing Leb’s sexy innie.  He moved his hand till his long slender fingers cradled the two egg sized orbs hanging low in the stretched scrotum.  He moved them around in his hand as his nose grazed the drop of pre-cum at the end of Leb’s rigid cock.  The scent was intoxicating as he breathed in deep and exhaled out the erotic air.

“Uuuunnnnnggggghhhhh,” escaped Leb’s mouth as he felt the boy fondle his balls, and his hot breath surround the head of his sensitive cock.  “Ach jah Liebchen (oh yeah, my love).”  He moaned as his hips involuntarily lifted slightly up off the bed, pushing the tip of his cock against the boy’s slightly parted lips.

Jake opened his mouth and lowered down on the spongy-hard phallus.  He licked all around the head, tonguing the piss slit, having learned from what Leb had done to him earlier.

“Oh my god Jake.  That feels so fucking good.”  Gasped the young farmer. “Fuuuuccckkk.”

Giving Leb pleasure egged him on.  He sucked harder and pushed more of the big cock into his virgin mouth till he gagged.  He pulled back, took a breath and plunged back down.  He was determined to get as much of Leb in him as he could.  He took another deep breath and shoved his head down, gripping Caleb’s firm glutes and pulling up forcing in more of the hard rod.  He felt the stud’s cock push past the opening to his throat and his lips crash into Leb’s pubes. 

Caleb’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his cock wedged down the hot slick throat of the young man.  The feeling of pulsating throat, cheek & tongue muscles gripping his hard cock from tip to base was driving him wild.  As was the slick finger that was suddenly pressing into his tight pucker.  The long slim finger was moving in and out of his tight virgin ass in sync to the boy’s mouth moving up and down on his shaft.

Jake pulled back and plunged down again, and again, and again, his long finger sliding in the tight sphincter with the same tempo.  He was face fucking himself on his lover’s pole, while finger fucking his lover’s hole. 

Caleb could take no more.  He grabbed two fistfuls of birthday boy hair and let out a guttural animalistic roar.

Jake felt the grip on his hair as he felt the cock in his mouth suddenly grow larger.  His tongue felt the large vein at the underside of Lebs cock pulse and pulse again as it delivered spurt after spurt of hot semen into his gulping overflowing mouth.

The birthday boy moved up the panting stud’s jacked body and placed his cum filled mouth over the full red lips of the post-orgasmic stud.  He grabbed the hair on the back of Leb’s head and pulled it tightly as his mouth ravaged the still recovering stud.

Not giving the object of his lust any time to recover, he locked his elbows behind Leb’s knees, lifting the stud’s ass up.  He lined up his eager young cock to the spit slickened quivering hole and pressed forward.  The rutting young buck rapidly increased pressure on the tight orifice till it began to weaken and give way to the insistent blunt intruder.

Caleb broke the smothering cum kiss gasping for air.  “Easy there young stud.  Take it easy on me with your big cock.  You are my first.”

Jake looked down at the worried stud.  “It’s gonna hurt at first big boy, but then I am going to fuck you to euphoria.  Redd up Liebchen.  It means get ready my love.”  Jake pushed his cock halfway in.

“Stop, Stop.  I’m full.  God you are so big.”  Caleb growled through gritted teeth.

“You feel so fucking good on my cock.  So hot.  So tight.  You’re so fucking hot.  AAAARRRGGGHHHH FUCK!’

Caleb felt the cock, half in his ass swell and blasts of hot cum shoot into his bowels.  But Jake kept pushing, his fuck stick never losing an ounce of stiffness and fresh hot cum helped slicken the vice like tightness of the virgin boy pussy.  He quickly pulled out and pushed in again with the impatience of youth.

Now the young stud was increasing the pace and Leb was rocking and moaning to the fuck. 

“Oh fuck yeah Jake.  God you feel good.  That spot you are hitting.  Ach jah.  FUUUCCKKKK.”

Jake lifted up Leb’s muscled thighs and folded him forward, placing the back of his knees over his shoulders.  The grunting kid was now piledriving his lover forward with a forceful rabbit fuck.

“Oh god Jake. You’re gonna make me cum.”

The kid was in another zone, his mouth open, unrecognizable sounds reverberating up his throat as sweat dripped from his nose and chin.  He continued his rapid slam fuck until his body stiffened, he pushed forward with all of his being, attempting to get every millimeter of his engorged fuck stick deep into his lover as he exploded.  Cum gushing forth in molten blasts as he filled the big stud with his young seed.

Caleb’s eyes rolled back in his head as his love nut took the relentless battering the energetic young stud’s cock was providing.  His breathing was erratic as his pre-orgasm overtook his jacked body.  The last violent thrust of the buck breeding him, pushed him over the edge as he felt the boys’ blasts fill his love chute.

In his folded over position his cock was aimed directly at his face.  The first long blast connected with his open mouth, coating the back of his throat and tongue.  As he swallowed the second landed on his nose and cheek, the third covering his lips and chin.  The last three landed on his wide muscular neck.

Jake collapsed to the bed next to Leb, their hot skin touching from shoulder to ankle.  The two boys lay barely coherent as they gulped air trying to reoxygenate their blood.  The only movement outside their heaving chests was Jake hand as he laced his fingers with the larger studs.

“Fuck me, Jake.”  Caleb breathlessly sighed.

“What, again?”  Jake giggled.  He looked over at Caleb and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”  Caleb smiled.

“Your face.  It’s like the cow kicked the cream bucket all over your face.”  Then laughing even harder.  “Your dimple is a little cum pool.”  Then to Caleb’s surprise Jake sat up and lapped up the ‘pool’ and brought their lips together.

‘Holy shit this is going to be one fucking week.’  Thought the happy young farmer, as his tongue pushed the copious load of cum down the Amish boy’s throat.

FINAL CHAPTER COMING SOON