The Amish Boy

Caleb woke up late the next morning, pleasingly exhausted from the long night of mind-blowing sex.  Jake was like the energizer bunny.  He could cum and then recharge in minutes.  They had sorta got into a rhythm where Jake would cum twice, for each time Caleb came, it took the older stud a little longer to recharge. 

Now he just lay there holding the tired young man in his arms, softly stroking his flat stomach, placing light kisses on his exposed shoulder.  Jake slowly stirred and pushed back against the broad, muscular pecs of the larger stud holding him.

“This is how I always want to wake.  Schmunzla with Liebchen.”  Jake uttered sleepily. 

“I guess I am going to have to get a book on learning the Amish language.”  Leb teased.

“Sorry Liebchen.”  The boy giggled.  “Schmunzla is ‘kissing and cuddling’.  I want to wake up kissing and cuddling with my love.” 

“I like that word, bringing kissing and cuddling together.  Who would have thought the Amish would be the ones to do it.”  Leb teased again, placing his fingers on Jake’s chin and pulling him into a warm long kiss.

By late morning the boys were almost done pulling weeds along the rows of sweet corn.  Talking side by side as they walked through the rich black dirt, their bare feet feeling the still cool ground, as the sun warmed their bare upper bodies. 

When there were breaks in the conversation Jake would be singing as he worked along the row.  Caleb loved listening to Jake’s deep baritone voice and would join in when he knew the song.  He was amazed at how many current country songs the sheltered boy knew.

Caleb looked over at the slim torso, bending and turning as Jake expertly pulled the small weeds.  The ropes of muscles so easily defined as he moved swiftly down the row.  Jake looked over, seeing Leb staring at him and flashed him a broad smile as he continued to work, forcing Leb to adjust the bulge in his shorts.

It was amazing how much of the plot they had covered.  To Caleb it seemed like they had just got out there, yet the section was completely weeded.  The time flew when Jake was by his side, talking, laughing and even in silence.  The big stud felt this incredible bond with the Amish boy.  Love.

The hungry boys soon came in for lunch.  Caleb grilled some burgers and a veggie mixture of squash, red and orange peppers and onions. 

“If you keep feeding me like this, I am going to get fat.”  Jake joked, patting his bare, lean flat stomach.

Caleb laughed at the thought.  “A pudgy Jake?  Not even possible as hard as you work, and I am not just talking about out in the field.”  He said with a sexy grin, making the boy blush and punch him in the arm.

 They sat out on the deck soaking up the sun as they rested after the hearty meal, looking out over the orchard and the freshly weeded field of vegetables.  

Jake got up from the table and went into the house, soon returning with a plastic tub filled with warm water.  He sat the tub down and kneeled at Caleb’s feet.  He wrapped his fingers around the hairy calf and lifted it, placing Leb’s size 11 foot into the warm water.

“What are you doing?”  Caleb smiled.

“Washing your feet.  It is an Amish custom.”  Jake replied as he began to work the soap over the top and between the toes of Caleb’s wide foot.  He marveled at how masculine the foot was.  Very broad, with a high arch tapering down to a perfect heel.  The thing he loved the most was the shorter than normal toes for a foot this size.  With average length toes he would easily have been a size 12, but those short toes were so damn cute.

“Ahhh.  That feels nice.”  Caleb moaned as Jake switched to the other foot.  “Fuck Jake, that feels so good.  You are making me hard.”

“This is not supposed to be sensual.”  The kid laughed.  “How am I supposed to do this when I get back to my family, without thinking about what you just said.”  As he dried off Leb’s other foot with the towel.

“Ok, now my turn.”

“No, you don’t have to.”

“Sit!”  Caleb scolded.

Jake smiled at the mock tone, but obediently sat in the chair.  Caleb began to run his strong fingers sensuously across the boy’s left foot, washing away the dirt.  His sparkling hazel eyes looking up at the handsome kid’s face, relishing the feeling.  By the time he was slowly rubbing the towel up the back of Jake’s calf, drying the last bit of water, he could see the tent pushing out the boy’s shorts.  The tent topped with a three-inch wet spot, just inches from his face.

“Damn you Leb.  You have ruined this custom for me.  Now I am going to get hard every time I wash some old man’s feet at church.  You must be punished.  Bend over the table.”  Jake demanded, pushing the plates aside.

Caleb grinned at the take-charge tone the kid was projecting, and laid his muscular chest down on the table, as ordered.  He felt his shorts yanked off his body, leaving the stud naked, bent over his patio table, on the warm sunny deck. 

He could hear the kid moving around behind him and expected to soon feel a hand slap his firm, exposed globes.  What he didn’t know is that Jake had shed his shorts and was moving his hard cock toward the bent over jock, looking around for something to ease the entry.

Suddenly an evil grin formed on the slim boy’s lips.  Remembering the story about Caleb’s first time, he grabbed a fistful of Leb’s hair keeping his head down facing away from the hamburger condiments still on the table.  The kid reached over and dipped his fingers into the jar of mayo and stuck his slick fingers into the tight hot hole, inches from his eager cock.

“Ahhhh, that’s cold you horny little fucker.”  Leb said through a wide grin, the side of his face still held down on the table.

“It’ll warm up soon you sexy farm boy.”  Jake sneered as he stuck his hard cock deep into the full jar of mayo.  The improvising young buck then pushed his rock-hard fuck stick, covered in globs of the slick condiment, all the way into the surprised jocks hot, tight hole.

Caleb gasped out loud at the sudden penetration, immediately followed by rapid forceful thrusts.  The table squeaking as the horned up no-longer-teen jackhammered the moaning stud below him. 

Jake held tight to the narrow hips as he pumped his granite young cock in and out of the hungry orifice, while Caleb gripped the edge of the table, hanging on for dear life.  The big male moaned and grunted with every punishing thrust from the rutting young stud.

The Amish boy reached under and grasped Leb’s hard leaking tool with his mayo coated hand and began to jack the long rod in time with his thrusts.  He felt his orgasm sweep down his body from his brain, down his smooth chest and then out the tip of his spasming cock.  Spurt after spurt gushed out, pumping the moaning stud full.

Wanting to get the bigger man off, the young stud dropped to his knees and began to tongue the cum-flavored mayo slicked, gaping hole.  His long tongue lapping the sides of the gasping studs sensitive ring, as the kid continued to pump the near-orgasmic cock.

“FFUUUUCCCKKKK, JAKE!  OH GOD!  FUUCCKK.  I’M GONNA BLOW!”

The expert tongue-ster cupped his hand over the sensitive head of the swelling cock just as the first blast erupted.  His cupped hand catching nearly all of the following spurts.  He stood, put his cum filled hand to his mouth and licked in the hot cream.

Like a man on a mission, the kid then grabbed the panting-for-breath man’s bulging bicep and flipped him over on his back.  Caleb looked up in surprise through the bright sunshine.  The kid had some kind of white cream all over his face.  From cheek to cheek, up to the tip of his nose and to the bottom of his chin.

“What the fuck is all over your mou….mmmnnurgurg.”  Caleb gurgled as the kid bent down and placed his cum filled mouth over Leb’s open lips.  He pushed the mayo-cum mixture, tinted with a hint of sweaty ass, with his tongue, into the shocked farm boy’s throat.

Caleb had no choice, laying on his back, to gulp the mouthful down, followed by an aggressive tongue wrestling contest to lap the last flavorful drops from each other’s mouths.  They finally broke free from each other’s suctioning mouth with an audible ‘pop’.

“You twisted little Amish fuck.”  Caleb laughed as the two sweaty studs lay side by side on the patio table, continuing to gasp for air.  “You sure are full of surprises….and cum, tasty mayo flavored cum.” Resulting in a light punch to his muscular thigh.

“We should probably go rinse off.  Race you to the pond,” And Caleb took off sprinting his naked ass to the crystal-clear pond behind the barn. 

“You cheater,” yelled the Amish boy racing to catch up, then diving into the cool spring fed pond next to the laughing farm stud.  They rinsed off and cooled down wrestling and splashing around in the clear water.  Finally tired out, they walked out and lay down on the short green grass, letting the afternoon sun dry their athletic bodies.

After supper they walked hand in hand, fingers laced together through the shade cooled hardwoods along the two-track trail.  The soft forest floor padding their bare feet as they walked along in silence.  Lost in the feeling of two connected souls.

Then later at night sitting around the bonfire under the star filled night sky.  Talking, laughing, kissing, touching.  Then moving to the master bedroom for tender lovemaking.

By the end of the week Caleb was beginning to dread the day when Jake would be going back, and that day was tomorrow.  He had never been this happy.  Jake was everything to him.  As they sat around the bonfire that last night, nestled together on the new two-person porch swing the boys had assembled the day before.

“You know after Jake and I did it that first time, those next two days I realized that he was my soul mate.  That we were meant to be together.  With all the shit we were going through, I was never able to tell him that.  It took me years to start living again after his death.  It destroyed me.  I know he never intended to hurt me, but he crushed my soul.  I knew without a doubt I would never let myself fall in love and get hurt like that again.”

Caleb looked down at Jake his head resting on his lap, Leb softly stroking Jake’s cheek with his thumb.  Those golden eyes looking up at him wondering where the story was going. 

“Then I met you liebchen.  Who would have thought I had two soul mates out there.  Even though I have only known you for a short time, you have my whole heart.  I love you more than I have ever loved anyone.  The thought of you leaving tomorrow is tearing me in two.  What I am trying to say is, move in with me.  Make me the happiest man in the world Jake.  I know I am asking a lot of you.  Everything is gain on my side, except maybe I will have to kick down the closet door.”  He joked, in an attempt to lighten his heavy speech.

Jake looked up confused.  “Why do you have to kick down the closet door?”

“You know, come out of the closet?”

Jake shook his head, still not understanding.

Caleb chuckled, “Guess you guys haven’t heard of that one.  It’s a euphemism meaning to let people know that you are gay, us living together might be kind of obvious.  But back to my point, that is all I have to give up.  Where you probably have to give up everything you have known, maybe even getting shunned by your family.  I realize that is so much of me to ask of you.”

“Jake?  Please say something.”

Jake sat up and looked into Leb’s wet eyes.  “I love you Leb.  This last week has been the best week of my life.  I never want to leave.”  Jake paused, painfully searching for his next words.

“Liebchen, I do not want to lose my family, my parents, I have eight brothers and sisters.  You have no idea.  As Amish we spend all our time together.  My younger siblings depend on me to help them.  I love them too.  No one in my family’s history has left for generations.  One girl in our group got pregnant and left a few years ago.  I saw the pain in her families’ eyes, the sorrow it brought.  I can only imagine how it impacted her.  Oh Leb, I feel my heart being pulled in two by an internal tug-of-war and I want both sides to win.  But I do not think that is possible.”  Jake finished, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I feel every ounce of your pain and I know you have an incredibly monumental decision to make.  But now you can make it knowing how I feel about you.”

“I plan to talk to my Daed tomorrow.  Given I am in rumspringa, would I still be able to be part of the family?  I have seen cases where contact is allowed.  I know if they know about us, all bets are off.  What we have is forbidden.”

Leb and Jake spent the entire night in each other’s arms.  They made love over and over till the sun lit the eastern sky.

The truck ride was quiet as both boys worried what the next 24 hours would bring.  Their hands resting on the wide console, fingers laced together.

When they reached the Amish farm Jake suddenly said, “pull over here behind this big tree.”  He reached across the console placing a hand on each side of Leb’s tear-stained cheeks and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  “Can you come here tomorrow morning?  I will have an answer by then.  I love you.”  Not waiting for an answer, the boy grabbed his bag and jumped out of the truck, tears streaming down his young face.

“Mamm I’m back.”  Jake announced as he opened the squeaky screen door, on the big two-story farmhouse.

“Would you look at that hair.  Prideful.  Your Daed will not be pleased.”

“Where is Daed?  I need to discuss rumspringa with him.”

“Jah, you need to get your baptism planned by the end of the month.”

“Um, jah that is the kind of thing I need to talk to him about.”  His Mamm gave him a stern look and went back to kneading the large pile of bread dough.

 

Caleb pulled the big Chevy into the Amish driveway at 8AM that next morning after a fitful, sleepless night.  Jake had not given him a time, but he could not wait any longer.  He looked around in the little store out by the road, but no one was manning it, which was not unusual.

He had never been so nervous in his life, his heart was in his throat.  He walked up the driveway toward the house.  Jake’s older brother Eli emerged from a shed and walked briskly toward him. 

“Jacob has decided to be baptized.  He will no longer be working for you.  Your business here is done.  You can leave now.”

Caleb felt like he had been punched in the gut.  “What do you mean?  Where is he?  I want to talk to him.”  Caleb demanded, his gut punch quickly turning to anger.

“He is not available.”

“Where is your Daed?”  Caleb barked.

“I am right here.  What Eli has told you sits with me as well.  You are no longer welcome here.  You need to leave.”

“I am not leaving till I talk to Jake.”

“Jacob has left for Pennsylvania to begin his training in preparation for baptism into the Amish church.  He will then pick a wife and start his new life.  Now I have asked you to leave and do not come back.  We do not want your business.”  Mr. Yoder stated in an angry voice.

Caleb drove toward home in shock, anger, gut wrenching sadness, his emotions all over the place.  ‘Something is not right.  Eli was angry at him, Jake’s dad was angry at him.’  Caleb thought, his brain on overload frantically searching for any scenario that made sense.  ‘Maybe he could get one of the other siblings to tell him something.  He had to go back.’ 

He drove past the store a number of times, looking around the buildings as he drove by.  Looking for any sign of Jake.  He was getting more desperate with each hour.  Not knowing was the worst kind of pain.

As he drove past the Amish farm for the umpteenth time he saw Jake’s younger sister Emma helping a customer in front of the store.  He wheeled into the little lot, just as the customer left.  “Emma, could I ask you a question?”

“My Daed has told us not to talk to you.  He said you are not even allowed to buy things here.”

“Is Jacob here?  Did he go to Pennsylvania?”

“Daed!”  Emma yelled out.

“I thought I told you to stay off our property.  Do I have to get the sheriff involved?  This is private property, and you are trespassing.”

“Where in Pennsylvania did Jacob go?  How can I find him?”

“If I have to use force, I will.”  Mr. Yoder replied as Eli appeared at his side holding a pitchfork.

Caleb got home and googled Amish in Pennsylvania.  There were tens of thousands of them spread all over the large state.  He googled Yoder in PA.  Same thing.  Seemed like every family was either Miller or Yoder.  It was hopeless he would never find him this way.  He looked out the window, surprised to see the sunrise.  He had been on the computer all night.

He looked up the rules on filing a missing person report.  For someone missing that was over 18, it couldn’t be filed for 48 hours and had to be done by a family member.  “Shit, they would just tell the police that he was in PA anyway.”  Caleb laid his head down on the table and deep sobs shook his body.

Caleb spent the day wandering around the house like a zombie, interrupted by bouts of tear-filled sobs. He couldn’t eat, couldn’t work, he could only wrack his brain on how he could find Jake.

Around 3PM he heard a car pull in the driveway and he raced to the door.  Two Sheriffs were getting out of the black and white Explorer.

“Oh, dear god no.”  He gasped, thinking the worst had happened again.

“Are you Caleb Montana?”

“Yes” Came the quiet reply.  “Is Jacob alright?”  He whimpered.

The big, bellied sheriff looked at the other with a condescending grin. 

“That is none of your business.  We are here because a complaint has been filed against you.  Have you been bothering the Yoder family north of here on the state highway?  Trespassing on their private property, even though you have been told to leave and not come back?”

“Their son Jacob is my best friend, and he has suddenly disappeared.  I have been trying to find him, but….”

“So, your answer is yes?”

“Well, yes but Jake is gone and….”

“The Amish are good upstanding folk, and they don’t want the likes of you chasing around their young son.  Am I making myself clear?”  The fat man sneered, tipping back his cowboy hat.

Caleb was shocked.  ‘What was he saying?  What did they know?  Is this why Jake’s family seemed so angry?  Is this why he disappeared?’

“You so much as slow down on the highway in front of their place and you will find yourself in jail.  Course your kind might just enjoy the company in there.”  Said the fat man with an evil laugh.

Caleb felt his fingers tighten into a fist, his veins bulge and his blood boil.

“You want to take a swing at me boy?  Get you down to that jail you are dreaming about even faster.”

“You have been put on notice you piece of shit.  Let’s go Glenn, this place offends me.”

Caleb watched in shame filled rage as the cruiser pulled out of his drive.

A week then two went by and Caleb had fallen further and futher into a deep depression.  The days were grey and meaningless.  Food had no taste.  Days were for broken sleep, nights for fits of tossing and turning.  Crops were rotting on the vine. 

His thoughts turned to Jake and his sudden death from the heavy logging truck.  He had visited the spot North of the Amish farm on the same highway many times over the years.  The small white cross he had made, with ‘Jake” carved in it needed a coat of paint every couple of years.  For some unexplained reason it was calling to him on this rainy Friday.

He numbly climbed into the Silverado and headed north.  He passed the guardrail where he first met Jake and the tears began to flow.  These days he didn’t even seem like he was crying, tears would just flow down his cheeks and drip from his square chin.  Such a devastating sadness occupied his entire being.

Looking ahead he could see the Amish farm he would be passing in less than a minute and the pain in his gut increased exponentially.  His wet hazel eyes scanned back to the road and in disbelief, through the light rain he could see the headlights of an oncoming logging truck.

His mind raced.  ‘Was this a sign?  Was Jake telling him to end his pain the way he had.  What were the chances he would be passing a logging truck right in front of the Amish drive?’

The distraught farm boy lowered his hand, without feeling and unlatched the seat belt.  He looked at the huge, loaded truck barreling toward him as he closed his eyes.  He turned the wheel slowly to the left, hearing the tires hit the rumble grooves running down the center of the highway.  His body limp as he waited for the impact.

Suddenly the big truck blared its loud horn, snapping Caleb back to the present.  He instinctively jerked the wheel to the right as the wind from the big rig inches away buffeted the Silverado.  He pulled his truck down a side road and put it in park, his young body shaking. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”  He screamed at the windshield, slamming his fists down on the steering wheel.  “Are you really going to do the same horrible thing Jake did to you?”  He sobbed.

It had now been a month since he had dropped Jake off at the farm.  Many times, the sad farm boy questioned if it would have been better not to have jerked that wheel to the right.  His life was no better, the pain had not subsided.  He had lost twenty pounds from lack of eating.  Food had no interest.  ‘Maybe that is how I go.’  He mused. 

‘That is not what Jake would want.’ He thought.  ‘No matter the pain, he had to keep going.’  For the first time in a month, he walked out into the field and began to work on the crops, the black soil felt good on his bare feet as he worked on the plants.

He walked back into the house and sat down looking at the tub.  The tub that Jake had first washed his feet in.  A smile crossed his lips at the memory. 

At that moment he heard it.  An ever so soft knock at the door.  He slowly walked to the door and opened it wide.  Standing there in front of him with tears running down his dirty face and a huge smile was Jake.

“JAKE!!” He screamed, the sound echoing off the distant trees.

Caleb grabbed him tightly as the boys gripped each other in the tightest of hugs, their legs giving out and dropping to their knees on the front porch, deep sobs coming from their connected lips.

“Oh my god, Jake!  It’s really you, it’s really you.”  Caleb cried, looking into his eyes and pulling him into another hungry kiss.

“Are you OK?  What happened?  You look so thin.”

“You too Liebchen.  Why are you so thin?”  Jake said with concern.

“Do not worry about me right now.  I may have come unglued when you disappeared, but you are here now.  Please tell me you are ok.  Are you hungry?”

“Farm boy, I could eat a horse.”  Breaking both boys out in loud laughter.

“You go get a shower and I will make us some supper.”

“Oh thanks.  I have not had a bath in a while.”

“Really?  You are telling me?”  Caleb teased while waving his hand in front of his nose.

After feasting the boys sat in the double swing watching the bonfire crackle in the night.

“When you dropped me off and I had you park behind that big tree so I could kiss you goodbye?”  Jake started.  “My brother Eli was coming back from fishing behind us.  He saw us kiss and told my Daed right away.”

“When I went to ask my Daed about how I could leave the Amish but still be connected with my family, he asked me about you.  Eventually I stupidly told him that I was in love with you.  I was basically locked in my room for four days to ‘ask for forgiveness for my wicked ways.’”

“Oh my god Jake.  I knew you were still there.  I could feel it.  They told me that you went to PA to prepare for baptism and did not want to see me again.  I was never to come there again.  They even filed a complaint with the sheriff who said he would throw me in jail if I set foot on the property again.”

“God Leb.  They told me that you had never been there, though I knew better.  After four days they did ship me off to a very orthodox vein of Amish in Eastern PA.  There they were tasked to beat / teach / indoctrinate the gay out of me.  It was like living in a jail.  Knowing you were waiting for me is the only thing that kept me going.”

Caleb began to weep.  “Jake I am so sorry.  I came so close to not being here for you.”  Caleb told Jake the story about narrowly missing the logging truck and somehow he felt Jake made him yank the wheel to the right.  More tears were shed.

“I cannot even imagine walking 850 miles to reunite with the love of my life, only to find you gone.  It would have destroyed me.  I am so glad that you did what you did.”  As they continued to weep together.

“So dude, you fucking walked 850 miles in two weeks?”

“Basically.  I mean at first, I knew they were looking for me after I escaped so I had to stay off the roads.  I mostly walked along train tracks.  Leb, please do not hold it against me, but I had to do some things I am not proud of to get food and rides at times.  I am so sorry.”  Jake was crying again as Leb held him tightly.

Caleb put his finger under Jake’s chin and lifted it up till their eyes met.  “Jake, I love you even more now than I did when I dropped you off.”  And he brought their lips together in another long loving kiss.

“Leb Liebchen, I have thought of this moment non-stop for the last month.” As Jake dropped to one knee.  “Caleb Joseph Montana, will you…”

“Wait!”  Caleb yelled and ran out of the room, leaving an unsure and shocked Jake on one knee alone in the middle of the room.

Caleb ran back into the room and dropped to one knee right in front of the kneeling and confused Jake.

“Will you Jacob Amos Yoder marry me?”  As Leb popped open a velvet box and slid the ring on Jake’s slender finger.

“What? How?”

“I bought it when we went into town to buy the two-person swing.  I planned to propose when you told your family and came back to me a month ago.  But then things changed.”

“Do not ever forget I proposed to you first, liebchen.”  Jake giggled as he ran to the master bedroom shedding clothes along the way with Leb close behind.

THE END.