The Farmer's Sons

by rae121452

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It was early on a Sunday morning.  JT and I had finished with breakfast and I was cleaning the dishes.

 Since we were the only two in the house, we’d gotten up nude and had our meal that way, too.  JT was sitting in the corner rocker with his huge cock and balls hanging over the edge of the seat, swaying as he rocked.  I was standing at the sink with my back to the door when I heard JT say, “I always knew you were a Peeping Tom, sheriff.”

I whirled around.  Standing outside the screen door was a large black man in a police uniform.

“You should know by now how a screen door handle works, Amos.” JT said.  “Come on in and sit your ass down.”

The man opened the door and stepped in.  He was about the same age as JT, late forties.  He had the kind of body that started out as hard and muscular but had gotten padded a bit from good living.  He still had huge biceps and thighs, though.  He was dark skinned and when he removed his hat I could see that the top of his head was bald and the remaining hair was cut short and close.  He was handsome and wearing a smirk.

I suddenly remembered that I was standing there nude as his eyes roamed over my body.  He turned his eyes from me to JT in the corner and he let out a low chuckle.

“I always did say that you’re the biggest dicked white man I know of.” he said.

“That sounds racial, Amos.” JT replied.  “Or, are you saying you know a black man who’s got a bigger dick than me?”

“Alright, you contrary bastard.” Amos said as he sat down at the table.  “How about I just start saying you’re the biggest dicked man I know.”

“I can handle that.  There’s still some breakfast warm on the stove and coffee in the pot if you’d like some.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a cup of coffee.” he replied.

I picked up one of the cups from the drain board and carried it and the coffeepot over to the table.  As I filled his cup, he had a good look at my cock and balls.

“You must be the city fellow I’ve heard so much about.” he said to me with a grin.

“I’m Ben.” I said.  “But, I don’t know what you could have heard about me.”

“A little while back I had another couple of city fellows come to my office.” he said.  “Told me they were down here to rescue a friend who was being held against his will by some wild hillbilly family.  Said they’d gone to save him and some old coot fired a shotgun at them and tried to kill them.”

“Scott and Billy.” I said to JT.

“And what did you tell them?” JT asked.

“I said that if anybody in this county wanted to shoot them, they’d both be dead and their bodies would never be found.  I also advised them not to go poking around where they weren’t welcome or they could get arrested for trespassing and disturbing the peace.  Now that I see who they were trying to retrieve, I can understand why they were eager to get him back.  Shoot, I might have to rescue him myself.”

He looked at me and said, “If you think that old man in the corner is a good time, you ain’t seen nothing yet.  I bet I’d treat you better, too, and if you can handle that big freak dick of JT’s, you’ll have no trouble with mine.”

“And I might have a hard time coming up with an explanation of how you got shot with your own gun but I’d think up something.” JT told him, grinning.  “Now, did you just come out here to try to poach my boy or are you actually working?”

I went back to the sink, knowing that the sheriff would enjoy a lengthier view of my bare ass.

“I guess I got distracted.” Amos said.  “I need to speak with your boys.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop and JT said in an icy voice, “Willy and Tate have no interest for you.  And besides, they’re up visiting my sister in Louisville.  Been there all week.”

“Are the Brown boys with them?” Amos asked.

“If it’s any of your business, yes they are.” JT said.

“Calm yourself down, you crazy old briar hopper.” Amos told him.  “I ask because I know your boys have been running with the Browns lately.  Since they’re all four away from town, I don’t need to worry none about them.”

 

“Worry why?” JT asked, softening.

“There’s going to be a whole lot of strangers running around these woods today.  Government strangers.  It seems that somebody has been farming pot back there and the harvesting started this morning.  I don’t mind the government boys picking up the dealers but I wouldn’t want anybody else getting picked up by mistake, if you get my drift.”

“That’s kind of you.” JT said.  “How do they know all about that?”

“Drones, dummy.” Amos said.  “Nothing is secret nowadays and a poor man can’t make a dime.  I know your boys and the Browns aren’t bad, they’ve never even been given a traffic ticket.  And I know that those Brown boys have been spending a hell of a lot of time over here lately.  I thought you all were feuding?  Anyway, I thought I’d tell those boys to keep to the house the next couple of days and not go traipsing around in the woods.”

“And I sincerely appreciate it.  The boys are up in the city looking for work but they should be back in a few days.  I‘ll pass your advice on.” JT said.  “I apologize if I got a little salty with you.”

“It comes with the job.” Amos said.  He had finished his coffee and I walked over to pour him another cup but he put his hand over the cup while looking at me.

“Are you sure I don’t need to rescue you and take you to stay at my house for awhile?” he asked.

“I would have been sorely tempted if I hadn’t run into JT first, Sheriff.” I said.  “But now I guess I’m here for the duration.”

“Well, if he don’t treat you right, you just come and see me.  And call me Amos.” Amos told me.  He rose and stretched and I could hear his bones popping.

 

He looked around and asked, “You still ain’t got this place hooked up for water and power?”

“Why should I have the expense and fuss of getting something I can do without?” JT replied.

Amos turned to me and said, “If he starts telling you that you need to go hunting and trapping for food instead of driving up to the Save-A-Lot, my door is always open.”

Then he turned and said to JT, “And you be careful in that rocker.  That big thing of yours hangs so low I wouldn’t be surprised to hear you rocked over it.”

“If that should ever happen, I’ll just ask Ben to kiss it and make it better.” JT replied.  “Now get yourself back to work before they come to rescue you.”

When Amos pulled away I asked JT, “So, you and Amos seem to be pretty good buddies?”

“We came up together.  There are no secrets between the two of us.  And before you ask, yes, we had our little thing together years ago.  He’s one of the finest men I know.”

I thought about the conversation and then asked, “What did he mean about the power and water getting hooked up?”

“A couple of years ago the county came through and laid in water and sewage.  Had our road torn up for near a year.  There are electricity lines, too, that they wanted to run up to the house.  They said I’d have to pay for the lines to the house for all three services, plus have the house plumbed and wired.  I never had that kind of money to throw around.”

“Can’t you get a grant or something?  I’m sure there’s free money available.”

“We don’t take charity.” JT said.  “We’re getting along just fine the way things are.”

All the rest of the day I had fantasies of a big hot tub with me lying in it and of flipping a switch for light anytime I wanted.  I decided to look into the problem.

Monday and Tuesday on my breaks at work I made some phone calls.  Sure enough, there was a grant program for installing services to homeowners below a certain income level.  All the homeowner needed to do was supply the fixtures…tub, sinks, toilet.  The lady was even kind enough to give me the number of a local salvage company where they sold both new and used fixtures at rock bottom prices.  I was sure that JT would qualify, so I asked that the paperwork be sent to me at the office.

When I got home Tuesday evening, I was so excited that I just blurted out what I had discovered.  JT looked frostier and frostier as he listened and then said, “I told you we don’t take charity.”

“This isn’t charity; this is a government program that gives money to people just like you.  It’s using tax dollars to help where needed.  Don’t you want electricity and running water?  Don’t you think the boys would like it?”

By this point, JT was angry.

“I told you once.  We don’t take charity.  If living here is too hillbilly for you, maybe you need to find another place.”

And that made me angry.

“You’re as stubborn as a hundred year old mule.” I told him.  “You’d better learn to take the gifts your friends want to give you because your enemies won’t never give you nothing.  I think you like doing without.”

The rest of the evening we barely spoke, both of us nursing our hurt feelings.  Thankfully, the boys returned around 9PM.

Willy, Tate, Cleo and Harp all gathered around the kitchen table to tell us about the trip.

“I sure don’t think much of the city.” Tate said.  “It’s dirty, it’s noisy and the people all act like they’re your betters.”

“Any luck with the job hunt?” I asked.

“Even if I was to move up there, the only thing I’m qualified for is fast food.” Cleo said and Tate and Harp agreed.

“I could probably find something through the veterans but I’d hate every minute of life stuck up there.” Willy said.

“Well, I guess it’s safe for me to say that I never did like the idea.” JT said.  “Maybe I’m selfish but I want all four of you boys here with me.  Keep looking around here, something’s bound to turn up.”

“I will miss being able to have a hot bath whenever I want, though.” Tate said.

“A hot shower and then lying in bed reading all night by electric light, that was mighty fine living.” Willy added.

I glanced at JT and his face was as stiff as stone.

To change the subject I said, “The Sheriff was here over the weekend looking for you all.”

Cleo and Harp looked scared, Willy and Tate looked puzzled.

“What did he want with us?” Willy said.

“He came by as a favor to warn you all not to go running around the woods for a few days.  Government men were all over the place, making a raid on some pot fields.  He wanted to make sure you boys didn’t accidentally get involved.” JT told them.

They all four looked relieved and then Cleo said, “So I guess that’s the end of our life of crime.  Those guys we grew for are probably in jail right now.  I hope they don’t say anything about us.”

“Even if they do, deny it.  The Sheriff will back you up.” JT said.

“Damn, now we really need to find work.  We’ve got enough saved for a couple of months but then we’re broke with no more coming.” Harp said.

“Don’t worry, something will work out.  We’ll get by, that’s what folks like us do.” JT told him.

The boys were tired and soon on their way to bed.

“We’ve had to be quiet and on our best behavior for the past week.” Willy said.  “I’m looking forward to spending the night in our own room.”

“Oh, lord.  I already know it’s going to sound like the monkey house at the zoo up there.” JT replied.

When JT started yawning, I asked, “Do you want me to find somewhere else to sleep?”

“Not unless it’s big enough for both of us.” JT replied.  “I’m allowed to get mad at you, that don’t mean anything else.  I spoke out of turn earlier and I apologize.”

“I should have listened and ran things by you before making plans.” I answered.  “I apologize if I was out of line.”

JT smiled and said, “I’m going to take a lot of convincing, once I get you naked in the bed, that you’re really sorry.”

“And the same goes for you.” I said, relieved.

   

I guess it’s a very good thing that we have no near neighbors.  JT pounded my ass hole with his huge cock all night long like he was drilling for oil.  Upstairs, it sounded like there was a riot going on.  Neighbors probably would have thought someone was being murdered.

The next morning as I was on my way out the door to work, Willy said, “I’ll walk down to your car with you.”

When we got out of earshot he asked, “What was going on between you and daddy last night?  I could tell he was annoyed and I saw that look he gave you.”

“We had a little argument.” I said.  “I just found out that water and power services are available…”  That was as far as I got before he raised his hand to stop me.

“Say no more.  We’ve had this argument several times with him.  He’s too set in his ways to allow it.”

“Did you know that there are grants available that will pay for almost everything?”

“No.  I never knew that.  You mean we could basically get it almost free?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.  I had the paperwork sent to me before I told JT about it.  He says he won’t take charity.”

“Hell, if it means lights and hot water, I’ll take charity.  I bet the boys would agree with me, too.”

“How can we change his mind?” I asked.

“Let me talk this over with the others today and we’ll talk again tonight.” Willy said.

All day, I wondered what would happen.  That didn’t prevent me from calling the water company and setting up a time when they could come by and show where the line had to run to the house.  Five healthy young men could probably have the trench dug in a day and save that much fuss.

That evening, we had supper and sat around afterwards.  After an hour or so, Willy said, “It’s such a nice night; I think I’ll go for a walk.”

“I’ll come with you.” Cleo spoke up.

“If you two are going, me and Harp will tag along.” Tate said.

I looked at JT and asked, “Shall we go, too?”

“You go on along, I like just sitting here in the breeze.” he replied.

When we got down to the road, we casually walked in the direction of town.  Once we were around the bend and out of sight, Willy stopped.

“We talked it over.” he said.  “Do you still have those papers?”

“Well, yeah.  Do you think JT will sign them?”

“I’ll sign them in his name.” Willy said.  “He’ll raise hell but he’s not going to have me arrested for forgery.”

“I don’t know.” I said.  “I don’t want to go behind his back.”

“Just think about hot water for a bath or shower.  Electric lights.  We could even get a TV and a washer and dryer.  Daddy will bitch about it, right up until he slides into his first hot tub.” Tate said.

“Just give me the paperwork and you’re out of it from here on.  We’ll take all of the blame.” Willy said.

The others nodded their heads in agreement.

“It’s all outlined here.” I said as I took the sheaf of papers from my pocket and handed them to him.  “It tells you what to do and how to do it.  I even already made arrangements for the waterworks to mark where the line will go.  I figured we could dig the trench ourselves.”

“Trench?   I don’t know anything about a trench.” Willy said as he pocketed the documents.

“No, we don’t know anything about a trench.” Harp said.  “We don’t know anything about anything and I bet you don’t either.”

Everything went smoothly the rest of the week.

When I got home after work on Friday evening, however, there was a freshly dug trench running up the hill from the street to the foundations of the house.  It was at least 6 feet deep.

I walked up the hill, climbed the steps to the porch and found JT sitting in a rocker.

“What happened to the front yard?” I asked.

“I figured you probably knew something about that.” he replied.

“I’ve been at work all day and I doubt I could dig a hole that size even if I tried.  Where are the boys?” I asked.

“They went back to the swimming hole to cool off and clean up after digging most of the day.”

“Did they say what they were digging for?”

“They told me they were hoping to hit water.” JT said.  “Whatever made them think of that?”

“You’ll have to ask your sons.  I’m tired and I’m hungry and not in the mood to play guessing games.”

“I know that you’re involved in this.” JT replied, looking annoyed.

I went in and started setting the table.  The food was ready.  Just about the time I’d finished, the boys showed up looking fresh scrubbed and relaxed.

JT came in and began preparing to serve supper and I asked Willy, “What happened out front?”

He did his best to look innocent and said, “I don’t know what you mean.”

JT was looking more annoyed and I caught his eye, rolled my eyes at Willy and pointed my head toward him.  JT ignored me except to tighten his lips even more.

Things were tense that night and all of the next day.  Thankfully, Saturday afternoon brought a visitor.

We were all lolling on the porch when Sheriff Amos’s car pulled up and he climbed out.  He was dressed in civilian clothes, an old pair of shorts and a tee shirt.  He went around, opened his trunk and climbed the hill with a cardboard box in his arms.  You could hear glass clanking inside the box as he walked.

When he reached the porch, he set the box down and said, “I have just what the bunch of you need on a hot Saturday night.”

I couldn’t help noticing that the thin fabric of his shorts was straining to hold back a fat cock with a large head that snaked down his leg.  His fat balls were just as visible.

Cleo jumped up and grabbed his hand to shake it as he said, “That was real nice of you to come by and give us all a heads up about the government men.”

“I didn’t need you all muddying up the waters on that little fishing expedition.” he said.  “They pulled a whole passel of folks out of these woods that weekend and more than enough plants to keep them locked up for quite awhile.  Now, screw all of that, look what I brought.”

He reached into the box and lifted a mason jar that was filled with a clear liquid.

“Is that moonshine?” JT asked.

“Yep, can you believe there are still folks running stills in these times?  This was evidence and it was supposed to be destroyed but it accidentally wound up going home with me.  And, of course, I couldn’t dispose of it all myself so I thought about the bunch of you.”

“I haven’t had corn liquor since that time you stole your daddy’s jar when we were boys.” JT said.  “You remember how that turned out.”

“What happened?” Tate asked.

JT and Amos both looked almost embarrassed and avoided each other’s eyes.  I suddenly had a good idea of what went on.

“Me and your daddy became life long best friends that night.” Amos said, looking in the corner.

 

“That we did and that we are.” JT replied.  “Now, you aren’t about to start in on that stuff on an empty stomach or you’ll be bedridden tomorrow.  I was just fixing to start supper.  We can all sample your evidence after we finish eating.”

JT went inside to cook and I followed him in.

“It looks like Amos has got a kitten stuffed down the front of his shorts.” I said to JT.  “I bet he let it loose after you and him got a little tipsy on his daddy’s whiskey, too.”

“Me and Amos saw a lot of each other after that night.” JT said.  “I still bear a special fondness in my heart for him.”

“Just keep it in your heart.” I said.  “It wouldn’t do for the Sheriff to go missing and his body never be found back in those woods.”

“Don’t get all het up.” JT told me, grinning.  

He reached down and cupped my ass cheek in one hand and said, “Me and Amos both have a taste for something a lot more young and tender these days.”

 

JT made chicken fried steaks and gravy, mashed potatoes and home canned green beans from his sister that night.  Even in the summer heat, we ate everything he’d cook and polished the plates.

After I cleared the table and filled the sink, we all sat back nursing out bursting stomachs.

“You all about ready to try some of that shine?” Amos asked.

“I’ve never had it, what’s it like?” I asked.

I could see that they all thought that was funny by the looks they gave each other.  Amos jumped up and grabbed one of the jars, twisted off the lid and stepped in front of me with it.

“Give it a try.” he said.

I took the jar and lifted it to my face.  Immediately I was assailed by the stench, an indescribable reek like I’d never smelled before.  I thrust the jar away, slopping some over the edge.

“It smells like vomit.” I said and they all laughed.

“It is a might strong until you’ve drunk some.” Amos said.  “Just hold your breath and take a drink.”

I did as he said, raising the jar to my lips and taking a mouthful.  When I swallowed, it was as if I had gulped liquid fire.  My mouth, my throat, my stomach and every other tissue close to the moonshine felt like it was being sandpapered.  I gasped, choked and tried to stand up while the others laughed.

When I finally got my breath back and my eyes stopped streaming I asked, “People willingly drink that shit?”

“You’ve got to make do out in the woods.” JT said.  “Some folks acquire a taste for it.”

Just by luck I had some left over cola from earlier in the day.  Even though it was warm, I poured it into a glass and added about an inch of the liquor.  It was still so strong that my eyes smarted.

The others began to pass the jar around, each sipping in their turn.  I don’t know how they did it.  Even with full stomachs it didn’t take long before they were all feeling the effects.

Amos had been staring at me with a grin for a minute or two and I finally asked, “What?”

“Are you really letting JT fuck you with that monster dick?” he asked.

I was feeling my liquor, too.  “Every chance I get.” I replied.

The boys laughed and slapped at each other and even JT chuckled.

“He stuck that thing up me one time, years ago.” Amos said.  “Or, at least he tried to.  My poor ass hole still ain’t right.  I’d have to knock him out if he ever took a notion again.”

“Who’d want your grizzled old ass when they’ve got something like this to look forward to?” JT said as he grabbed me by the arm.  He pulled me over so that I was sitting on his lap and buried his face against my neck.

Before Amos could say more, Tate said, “So, you and daddy used to play together?  You were into boys?”

“Still am, if it comes to that.” Amos replied.  “You see a wedding ring on my finger?”

After that, everyone visibly relaxed.  I could see furtive looks passing between all four of the boys and I could see them drawing each other’s attention to the big snake hiding at Amos’s crotch.

Finally Tate, who was sitting next to Amos, reached over and grasped the fat tube of cock meat.

“Looks like you forgot your unders today.” he said, stroking the fat cock.

“I don’t wear any in this weather.” he replied.  “And if you keep teasing that thing, you’re going to make it angry.”

“That was my intention.” Tate replied.

He continued stroking and squeezing the thick cock and it slowly expanded until the fat foreskin covered head poked out of the hem of his short leg.  It was as dark as the rest of his skin and Tate reached forward and skinned the hood back to expose the shiny, paler head.

“That looks good enough to eat.” Tate said.

“Maybe you’d be more comfortable without all of those clothes.” JT told Amos.

With that, Amos and the four boys all stood up and began to shuck off their clothes.  I’d seen the four naked plenty of times but this was my first time with Amos.

He was well muscled with just the beginnings of a tire of fat around his middle.  His dark skin was hairless, even at his crotch and was so smooth that it glowed.  His fat cock was at least eight inches long and his juicy balls were as big as hen’s eggs.

“Jesus Christ,” I said, “aren’t there any ugly men in Kentucky?”

Amos laughed and plopped back down in his seat and Tate and Harp got up and then crouched between his legs.  When Tate sucked the big cock head into his mouth, Harp began licking the massive balls and Amos let out a long sigh.

Willy and Cleo stood watching, their hard dicks standing out in front of them and Amos motioned them over to him.  With them standing at each side, he grasped both big pricks and began to suck them, first one and then the other.  Willy and Cleo rested their hands on each others shoulders above his head and stood looking down as he sucked them both.

I could feel JT’s huge cock under my ass like a fence post and I said, “Looks like I get a treat tonight, too.  Want to go to bed?”

I was fumbling underneath me, feeling the enormous stiff dick that was still growing and JT said, “Why don’t you boys take Amos upstairs where it’s more comfortable?”

“Ain’t you coming along?” Amos said.

“I’m afraid this one here would slit my throat if he even thought I was messing with someone else.” JT said, hugging me around the chest.

“It ain’t messing if you just watch.” Amos said.  “Besides, I’d like to see that boy take that big piece of meat you’re packing.”

I looked at JT and he gazed back at me with wide eyes.

“It wouldn’t be the first time we had an audience and I’d like to see Amos get fucked, too.” I said.

“Hot damn, I just get luckier and luckier.” JT replied.

The boys pulled Amos up and herded him over to the staircase.  They started up, followed by JT and myself.  The sound of hands slapping asses was repeated over and over as they climbed.

At the top of the stairs, Amos took in the room with its almost wall to wall covering of mattresses.

“No wonder you Brown boys have been spending most nights over here.” he said.

He walked onto the layer of mattresses until he was in the center, then sank to his knees and fell onto his belly.

“Since Willy is the oldest, I think it’s only right that he open my hole up for the rest of you.” he said.  

His dark body shone against the sheets and his lush ass, which I hadn’t gotten a good look at before, was raised and spread.  The deep dark valley between his ass cheeks looked especially appetizing, I could imagine my face fully buried there.

Willy sat down and removed his prosthesis, then maneuvered himself to perch between Amos’s wide flung legs, the beautiful ass waiting before him.  He grasped each cheek and spread them to get his first look at the tiny hole between them.  His cock bucked as he looked.

Grabbing a bottle of lube, he began to grease his cock up.

“That sweet little hole is going to get used tonight.” Willie said.

“Just go slow at first; it’s been a long time since anything has gone up there.” Amos replied.  

He motioned to the others who were watching from the edge of the mattresses.  “You three get over here and let me get a taste of those pretty dicks before I ride them.” he said.

Tate, Cleo and Harp all took a seat in front of Amos and lay back.  Three big, hard dicks stood in front of his face.

“This is like the all-you-can-eat smorgasbord.” Amos said to JT.  Then, looking up at the three young men he said, “But I’m not going to eat them all.  I want to feel every one of them shooting a load in my ass.”

JT and I had pulled off our clothes and we lay down on the other edge of the mattresses.  Willy was rubbing his fat cock head up and down in Amos’s ass crack and each time the velvety head brushed against the hot hole, Amos jumped.

“I can’t see with you two all the way over there.” Amos said.  “Get over here where I can watch that dick go to work.”

We moved over, head to foot with Amos and I got up on my knees doggy style.  Amos reached over and spread my cheeks to get a look at my fuck hole.

“I’m going to love watching that big fucker spread that hole. “he said.

“How about you, are you ready to get fucked?” Willy asked him.

“Ready and waiting.” Amos said.

I could see Willy’s cock head poised against the dark rose in Amos’s ass and as he pressed forward, the head slowly began to disappear into the dark opening.  At the same time, JT began to feed his enormous cock into my hole.  Even though I’d been getting fucked with the monster on a daily basis, it still took some time and a little pain to get it in me.

“Goddamn, you ought to be in the porn flicks, boy.”  Amos said to me.  

JT’s thick cock was slowly opening my fuck chute, sliding deeper and deeper and Willy’s pale cock was sliding into Amos’s dark pucker at the same time.

“I know your dick ain’t as big as your daddy’s but it sure feels like it, Willy.” Amos said.

Willy paused and swiveled his hips, opening Amos’s ass channel with his hard cock, caressing the smooth walls inside.

“I knew that you would be an expert at ass fucking.” Amos told him.  “Tear my hole up and make me beg for more.”

Willy thrust the fat meat deep into Amos’s ass and then slowly backed it out.  I could see that the shiny shaft was thicker than usual because Willy was so turned on.

JT began to fuck me, then, and even though I tried to concentrate on the show going on beside me I was soon swept into that semi-conscious state where JT’s cock always put me.  I could hear myself moaning but I wasn’t aware of even doing it.  The only thing I was really aware of was the gigantic cock pounding in and out of my stretched hole.

At some point I was then vaguely aware of Amos saying, “You kill that boy with that freak dick and I’ll make sure you hang.”

“Don’t you worry.” JT replied.  “This boy is no sissy like you.  He can handle anything I can give him.  You don’t hear him complaining, do you?”

“The poor thing probably passed out from the pain.”

As I had every other night since I met him, I abandoned myself to JT’s pounding dick.  It reached spots inside of me that I hadn’t known were there and my whole body coursed with waves of pleasure.

I then heard Willy’s belly slapping hard against Amos’s ass, filling the room with the sound.  I opened one eye just in time to see Willy slam his cock into the dark ass and say, “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Amos thrust his ass back to get all of the cock up him and buried his face in his crossed arms as the hot ball juice shot into him.  Willy gasped each time a new load left his balls until finally he fell forward on Amos’s back.

When he got his breath back he said, “Cleo, you’re up next.”

I watched Willy slowly back his glistening cock out of the tight hole until the fat head popped free and a string of pearly cum flowed from the wet pucker.

JT was giving me one of the slow style fucks he knew I loved, moving his cock in and out of my ass in slow motion, making me feel every vein and bump on his dick shaft.  I knew that he was pacing himself, not ready to blow his load up me yet.

Cleo moved into the spot vacated by Willy.  His dick was slick with Amos’s spit and as soon as he pressed against the fuck hole, it began to disappear.

“You going to fuck me as good as your buddy did?” Amos asked him.

“Shit, I’m going to fuck you twice as good.” Cleo said.

His fuck style was different from Willy’s, he liked to thrust hard into the hole and then back out gently, over and over.  Each time the thick dick head hit bottom in Amos’s ass, he let out a little moan.  I could tell he was loving every inch.

JT, meanwhile, had started to speed up his cock in my ass and I felt the heat building inside of me.  His cock played my ass hole like a violin.

“If they ever make ass fucking an Olympic sport, I’m putting a bet on you two for the gold.” Amos said to JT.

JT had begun to fuck my hole with upward thrusts, pounding the roof of my ass channel and almost lifting me off of my knees.  The sensation started me moaning again.

I glanced back at Tate and Harp, big red dicks in the air as Amos took turns deep throating each after the other.  Both boys were gritting their teeth, eyes screwed shut, fighting the urge to cum.

 

There followed a period of time-I’m not sure how long-when I was oblivious to everything except JT’s cock.  I was vaguely aware of movement next to me, probably Tate and Harp both getting their chance to fill Amos’s ass with cum but I can’t swear to it.  I wasn’t aware again until I felt JT’s big dick swelling and hardening in my hole in preparation for shooting his load.  And, when he did cum, my ass tissues were so sensitized that I could feel the jets of jizz shooting against my ass walls and his huge cock head pulsing as he hosed me down.

I fell forward, JT on top of me, and slowly returned to here and now.  Amos was lying on his belly, just staring at us.

“JT,” he said when he saw us at rest, “I swear you’re some kind of circus freak or something.  You’ve been pounding that boy’s ass for all this time and just now cum.  I’ve already had four loads shot into me in that time.  They need to put you in a lab and do tests on you or something.”

“He only goes if I can go along.” I said.  JT was slowly easing his monster cock out of my guts, closely observed by Amos.

When the tomato sized head popped out of my ass Amos said, “I thought sure that boy’s guts would fall out after your cock was clear of there.  You’re both a couple of freaks.”

JT and I looked at each other, grinning, and JT asked me, “How about we go downstairs and finish fucking?  Someplace where we can have some privacy?”

“Don’t call me if the two of you get stuck together like dogs.” Amos said.  “I’ve got my own dicks to take car of up here.”

As JT and I rose and descended the steps, I saw Amos moving his mouth back and forth from Willy and Cleo’s cocks while each of his hands held either Tate or Harp’s dick.

The next morning, JT and I had already finished breakfast when the upstairs gang finally came downstairs.  Willy, Cleo, Tate and Harp all looked like five miles of bad road.  Amos, on the other hand, looked rested and happy and satisfied.

“It’s a good thing today is Sunday.” JT told him.  “My boys look like you rode them hard and put them up wet.  They’re going to need at least a day to recover, you filthy old bastard.”

Amos pointed to his mouth and said, “Two loads in.”  Then, he pointed at his cock and said, “Two loads out.”  Finally, he pointed at his ass and said, “And four more loads behind.  But I still got room for a couple more if you two are horny.”

“And you call me a freak.” JT said.  “Sit your ass down and eat, you need to build up your strength.”

Needless to say, they all ate like Vikings and only stopped when we ran out of food.  Amos sat back from the table and picked his teeth with a toothpick.

“You know, I had another reason for coming by last night.  I wanted to discuss something with you boys.”

He had their attention and they stared at him, Cleo and Harp a little guiltily.

“Have you four ever thought about joining up with the law?”

“What?” Cleo said.  “You know what Harp and I were up to.”

“Nobody else does and aside from that, you boys have a spotless record.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I only have one leg.” Willy said.  “I don’t think I’d be much good running down robbers.”

“No, but you’ve got a lot more to recommend you.  How much college time did you put in while you were enlisted?”

“I’m a few credits short of a bachelor’s in psychology.” Willie answered shyly.

“Hot damn, that’s even better.” Amos said.  “I just got approval to hire someone to counsel the officers and go along on death calls and all of that.  You could intern with me while you work on your master’s.”

I could see that Willy was excited and trying not to show it.

“That’s fine for Willy but we only graduated the high school.” Harp said.

“And I’ve got funds to pay for you to get law enforcement degrees while you work for me.” Amos said.  “I need smart men who will have my back and who I can trust.  It’s harder than hell to find reliable people around here and I’m running so short staffed that my men want to kill me.  I can make it work for all of us.”

“What do you think, daddy?” Willy asked.

“You already know, you don’t need to ask.”

Willy looked at me and said, “What do you think, Ben?”

“I think if you even try to say no, I’m going to drag your ass down to the college and beat you till you enroll.  The same goes for the rest of you, too.”

“Is it okay if we talk it over and come by your office tomorrow?” Cleo asked.

“That’ll be fine.” Amos replied.  “Be prepared to be interviewed and fill out some forms.  If you come in, that’s the only way I’m letting you out.”

The boys were looking at each other, trying not to show too much emotion but bursting to let it out.

“What ever happened with the pot farmers back in the woods?” I asked to change the subject.

“Oh, Lord.  Those government men arrested everybody in sight; our jail wasn’t even big enough to hold all of them.  Some wannabe gangsters out of Louisville, they moved them all up to the state prison already, thank god.  They videoed the fields and burned them all down.  Did you know they had four fields back there?”

“I knew, I don’t think the boys did.” JT said.

I could tell from the looks on their faces that that was the first time Cleo and Harp were aware of the size of the operation.

“Those fools were caught red handed; they won’t be back around here any time soon.”

“Was that all, just the fields as evidence?” Cleo asked.

“What more did they need?  Everybody out there got high from the burning.  They may have taken some samples but they have a solid case.”

I saw Cleo shoot Harp a significant look and I wondered what they knew.

“Anyway, I need to get back to town.” Amos said.  “I’ve been off the radar all night; the whole place probably went crazy.”

He got up and walked to the door, paused and then said, “I’ve been meaning to ask.  Are you folks planning on starting a graveyard or something?  It looks like somebody took a backhoe to your lawn.”

JT stiffened and I knew he’d temporarily forgotten, too.

“You’ll have to ask my boys about that.” he said.  “I haven’t been filled in on what’s taking place.”

“We’re going to plant a garden” Tate said.

“Uh-huh.  Well, your hole is only about five feet too deep.” Amos said.  “But, it’s none of my affair.”

He left and we all watched from the porch as he drove away.

“We need to go for a walk.” Cleo said to Willy.

“What, now?  I just ate.” he replied.

“Right now.” Harp said.  “It’s important.”

“Go on, it’ll do you good.” I said.  “I need to do my dishes.”

“No, you come too.” Cleo said.  “We’ll help with the chores when we get back.”

I looked at JT and I could tell he didn’t like the idea but he said, “I’ll take care of the chores.  The sooner I don’t have to look at you sneaky bastards the better I’ll like it.”

He turned and went inside and Cleo and Harp were already down the steps before the door slammed to.

“Come on, hurry.” Cleo said, taking off around the back.  He and Harp didn’t even look to make sure we followed.

They led us at a fast pace through the woods by paths that I couldn’t even see until finally they stopped in a clearing a couple of miles from the house.

“Great.” Tate said.  “You wanted to show us the woods?  We’ve seen them all our lives and we could have seen them a lot closer to home.”

“You ain’t seen this, though.” Harp said.

He and Cleo walked over to a spot near the bottom of a hill and rooted in the leaves and dead growth on the ground.  I knew when they found what they were looking for; they looked at each other and smiled.

Straining, they began to lift a portion of the forest floor and bend it back.  As they did, we could see a hole in the ground underneath.

“Wait till you see this.” Cleo said as he and Harp began to climb into the hole.  I could see that they had lifted what looked like a door, recently made and concealed.  Willy and Tate followed them and I reluctantly took up the rear.  Cool air blew up from the hole in the ground and I could see that someone had lit candles.

I climbed down and found myself standing on the flat floor of a cave.  Cleo and Harp were holding candles and grinning.  They walked forward and were concealed by a curve as we followed.

On the other side, there were glistening bricks stacked neatly against the back wall.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s the pot dealers’ warehouse.” Cleo said.  “Me and Harp heard someone making a racket one day and crept up on them.  We saw them climb in here and then climb back out and after they left, we checked it out ourselves.”

“All of these bricks are pot?” Willy said.

“You’re damned right, it’s a gold mine.  Pressed and packaged and ready to go.” Harp said.

“Okay, JT will skin each and every one of us alive if you boys are thinking of dealing this stuff.” I said. “And I’ll be the first one to tell him what you’re up to.”

“We’re not going to sell it; we’re going to barter it.” Cleo said.

“For what?” Tate asked.

“For plumbing.” Cleo said.  “For washing machines.  For bathroom fixtures.  For refrigerators.  For wiring.  Maybe even a TV. We couldn’t figure out how to pay for it all, here’s the answer.  There’s enough stockpiled here that we can have both of our houses fixed up.”

“I don’t know about all of that.” Willy said, looking at me side eyed.

“Do you know anyone that you trust to make that kind of deal?” I asked.

“We’ve got cousins who can do the work.  And once we get done with them, I know they’ve got friends we can make a deal with for all of the rest of the stuff.  Technically, we won’t be selling.”

“I don’t know.” Willy said.

“We’re doing it.” I said.  “This will all sit here and rot and somebody needs to reap the benefits.”

“I knew you’d see it.” Cleo said.  “Now, we’ve got to move this shit.”

“You can’t keep it at your house and daddy would tear us limb from limb if we tried to store it at ours.” Willy said.

“I’m way ahead of you, come on.” Cleo replied.  He and Harp were already climbing out of the cave.

When we all got to ground level, they’d already taken off into the woods again.

After another ten minutes of crashing through the brush, Cleo stopped once again.  We were in another clearing, no different from the first.

“Behold!” he said like a magician.

He and Harp went to the edge of the clearing and bent down.  After a moment, one of the big bushes there started to rise and in another moment, you could see that they each had the handle of a big plastic tub which the bush was growing in.  They raised it clear and set it down, then did the same thing with the bush beside it.  After the bushes were moved, the opening to another cave was exposed.

“I didn’t know this was back here.” Willy said.

“Nobody does except for me and Harp.” Cleo replied.  “We found this place when we were boys and it’s been our secret place ever since.”

He entered the mouth of the cave and Harp followed, with the three of us close behind.  Inside, Cleo lit another candle and the place opened up around us.  It was bigger than the first cave even though the entrance was smaller.  Best of all, it was dry and cool.

“We’ve got work to do.” I said.

After they led us back to the first cave, the five of us worked as a relay.  Willy brought the bricks to the front and handed them up to me, I ran and handed them to Tate who then carried them to Harp who carried them to Cleo.  He carried them to their secret cave and stacked them.

We must have worked non-stop for two or three hours before the last brick was in its new home.  We left the first cave uncovered and open and walked to the second one.

“I counted as I stacked but I lost count around three hundred.” Cleo said.

“Goddamn, that’s enough to get the whole county high.” Tate said.

The covered the bricks with an old ground cloth and tarps that they had stored in the cave and when they replaced the bushes, there was no sign that anything had ever been disturbed.

We trekked back to the original hiding place, working to obliterate our trail as we went.  When we got to the clearing, Willy lifted the big door and dragged it over to where we had started our trail to the other cave and flipped it across the path.

“Won’t that draw someone’s eye to our trail?” I asked.

“If you want something out of the way, you don’t toss it on top of the path you’re using.  Just a psychological trick to confuse them.  In a day or two, there’ll be no sign that we ever went that way.”

“I don’t know about you all but I’m hot and dirty and tired.  How do we get to the swimming hole?” I asked.

The swim was exactly what we all needed and I saw more than one hard cock being played with in the water.  Everyone was in high spirits on the way back to the house.

When we got back, JT was sitting on the front porch in his rocker.

“You all were gone long enough.” he said.  “Did you have fun?”

“We did.” I said.  “We went for a swim.”

“I see that.” he replied.  “You sure got your clothes dirty between here and there.”

“Those woods can be a dirty place.” Cleo said.  JT didn’t reply, he just sat and stared through narrowed eyes at the five of us.

The next day, Willy called me at my job.

“We all four went to see the Sheriff and he offered us all a job.” he said.  “He was afraid we wouldn’t pass the drug tests but they all came back clean and he wanted to hire us on the spot.  We have to do orientation and all of that, but we can start working as soon as fall classes start.”

“That’s in just three weeks.” I said.  “Will you all be ready/”

“We’re ready now.” he replied.  “Even so, this will give us a chance to make some home improvements before we’re working every day.”

“How will that work out, Cleo getting things arranged and all?”

“It’s already arranged.  His cousins can start tomorrow and they’re happier about the deal than I could believe.  A sample of the payment convinced them on the spot.”

Something had been bothering me and I had to ask.

“How are we going to handle your daddy in all of this?”

“Just keep on claiming you don’t know what’s going on.  Let us handle the rest.  He’ll come around once the work starts.”

He didn’t, though.  Tuesday evening when I got home he was waiting for me.

“The Brown boys had their cousins by today.” he said from his porch rocker.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet them” I replied.

“You just missed them.  They’ve been here all day.”

He got up and went indoors and I could see that there were new pipes sticking up at various locations in the kitchen and there were holes in the walls and ceiling with wires poking through.  I looked at the work and then back at JT.

“What’s all this about?” I asked.

“The boys and the cousins worked on this all day.  Willy said it was a big surprise for me.”  He looked at me with that same narrow eyed stare and then said, “I’m already surprised that no one asked for my permission or approval.”

“That’s between all of you.” I said.  “I’m tired and hungry and I’ve been working all day.  What’s for supper?”

JT didn’t say any more and when the boys showed up I asked, “What are all of these pipes and wires?”

“You’ll see when we’re done; it’s a present for daddy.”

“Present, my ass.” was all JT contributed.

The next day, Wednesday, Willy called me again at the job.

“Can you get away for a few minutes?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ve got a break coming.”

“We’re outside, come see what we have.”

When I got out to the parking lot, the truck sat piled down with plumbing fixtures.  I saw a couple of toilets, a kitchen sink and other things all piled in the truck bed.  There were even a couple of water heaters.

“We just came from the salvage yard.  We got all of this for next to nothing, barter wise.” he told me.

“And JT is already pissed off.  When he sees all of this, he’s going to blow a gasket.”

“He’ll come around.” Tate said.

I didn’t look forward to going home that evening.  When I got there, JT was once again waiting in his rocker.

“Been a whole lot of activity around here today.  Matter of fact, the boys are still working.”

I went inside and followed the noise.  The hallway that led to the back door also had two rooms off of it that weren’t used except as storage.  The boys had cleaned one of the rooms out and were busy putting fixtures into the big room.  There was a huge old claw foot tub on one side of the room with a pedestal sink nearby.  On the other side, there was a toilet in the corner near the entry door and a long trough affixed to the wall a ways from it.  On the same wall, in the corner, there was a freestanding shower stall.

“We’re going to build a partition here.” Cleo said, showing where it would stand to screen the toilet from the rest of the room.  “We’re even going to put a door up to make it more private.”

“What’s this?” I asked, pointing to the long trough.

“An old fashioned urinal.  We got it for free.” He stood in front of it and said, “There’s room for more than one, as you can see.”  The other boys snickered.

“You sure got a lot accomplished in a short time.” I said.  I looked at Willy, raised my eyebrows and motioned with my head out front to where JT sat.

Willy just rolled his eyes toward heaven and raised his palms to the air.

When I got back out to the kitchen, JT was at the stove finishing preparing supper.

“Those boys must have worked like slaves today.” I said to him.  “I would have keeled over just from carrying all of that stuff up the hill.”

“Could be.” was all he said.  He kept silent during supper, too, only speaking the bare minimum.

He went to bed early without me and when I turned in, he was lying with his back to me, pretending to be asleep.  I don’t like to be ignored.

Things came to a head the next evening.  I was in a bad mood to begin with after being slighted the night before.

We had all finished eating and I was stacking dishes in the sink when Willy said, “We’re hanging a new kitchen sink tomorrow.  The pipes are all roughed in.”

“That’ll be nice.” I replied.  “It’ll make clean up a whole lot easier.”

JT wasn’t speaking, just glaring at each of us.

“Everything should be in place by the weekend, I wouldn’t be surprised if we had power and water both by this time next week.”

“I can’t believe how much you all got done so fast.” I said.

“I’ll just bet you can’t.” JT said to me.  “I’ll bet you’re just as surprised as Christmas morning.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You’re behind all of this.” he said.  “You went behind my back after I said no.  You snuck around and plotted and turned my own boys against me.  I’m the one taking care of my family.  I should have known not to trust you.  I guess next you’ll be wanting cable TV and a hot tub like you had in the city.”

He had stood up from his chair to accuse me and simply hearing him speak that way made a red mist go over my vision.  I try really hard to control my temper but sometimes I fail.  I took a couple of steps across the room and pushed him, hard, so that he fell back into his seat, a look of shock on his face.

The boys started to get up to intervene and I grabbed a cast iron skillet from the stove and raised it.

“Sit back down and stay out of this or I swear I’ll open the brain pan on every one of you.” I said.

It was their turn to look shocked and they slowly lowered themselves to their seats.

I turned to JT.

“Listen to me,” I said, “you big ignorant hillbilly son of a bitch.  You don’t know anything about my life because you never even bothered to fucking ask.

You’re so proud of being poor and living out here with nothing, this would have been luxury when I was growing up.  My daddy lost his job and then he lost his mind before I was even in school.  My mom tried to get work but she didn’t have any experience and nobody would hire her.  Daddy was in the hospital and we lost everything.  We were living in a homeless shelter when I went to school.  I thought everybody lived like us and I asked one of the kids what shelter he lived in, the other kids made my life hell after that.

But my daddy got better and he did everything possible to keep us fed and clothed.  We wound up living in one room and daddy went out collecting scrap metal and cans to make money.  He took any kind of work he could get to earn money.  He’d come home so tired that he’d fall asleep eating.  

And he took charity, too.  You’re too proud but he wasn’t.  He said it hurt his heart every time but he’d take anything he could get if it meant his wife and son were fed and had warm clothes.  I never even had a brand new pair of shoes till I was fourteen. Why do you think it was so easy for me to start living here?

My daddy did without all of his life, for us.  And you can look down on him for taking charity but he made sure we had what we needed, no matter how much it hurt him.  I never even realized how poor we were.  

So you can sit around here sour faced and pouting and keep your little mad on but you’ll never be half the father my daddy was.

These boys are going to start work soon and they need to be able to clean up and do laundry and work on their studies.  You want them moving out someplace to get those things?   I don’t.

I love you more than anyone on earth but you’re a too proud vain man and you don’t deserve any of us.  I got the boys the paperwork they needed but they did all of the rest of this, with no help from you.  They’ve been working like slaves and you’ve just been sitting on your bony ass and sneering.

I wasn’t born into this family but it’s the one I chose and I was just trying to do what you said, take care of my family.  And if I have to look any more at your dumb conceited face, I just might break this skillet over your thick skull.”

With that, I whirled around, went into the bedroom and slammed the door.

 

I sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to calm myself and I heard through the door when Willy said, “You’re my daddy and I love you but sometimes you’re a real flaming asshole.”

The boys shuffled out and the screen door slammed and I worked on getting my breathing back to normal.

I’d been sitting there about half an hour and I was finally feeling normal but didn’t know what to do next.  Then, there was a knock on the bedroom door.  My back was to the door and I ignored it.

I heard the knob turn and the door open and someone said, “Can a big ignorant hillbilly come in?”

I didn’t respond.

“How about a big ignorant hillbilly son of a bitch?” JT asked.

“It’s your house, you already made that clear.” I replied.

He walked over and stood in front of me, then held out a length of wood that was about three feet long and 2 inches square.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“It’s for you to beat me with.” he said.

I grabbed it out of his hand and threw it into the corner.

“I’m not going to beat you, you big dumb fuck.” I said.

“It would make me feel better if you did something to hurt me as bad as I hurt you.” he said.

 

“Stop thinking about yourself.” I said and when I realized what I’d just uttered, I had to laugh.

“Are you going to forgive me?” JT asked.

“Are you going to keep being an asshole?”

“At times.  Habits are hard to break.  But I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know when I’m being an asshole instead of turning your back on me.” JT said.

He sank to his knees in front of me and wrapped his arms around me and said into my ear, “We’re going to fight sometimes, I know that.  But if you ever leave me, I might just as well die.”

“I’m not going to leave you, you idiot.” I said.  “I’m going to stay around and make your life hell.”

I had to hug him back and we stayed that way for a few minutes silently.

“You said you love me.” he finally said.

“Yeah, well, maybe I was out of my head.”

“Well, if you weren’t, the feeling is mutual.” JT said.

Then he started kissing me.  After all of the drama of the last few days and with feeling rejected, that was exactly what I needed.  We wound up lying on the bed with him on top of me, kissing like teenagers.  It was almost as good as being fucked.

“Jesus Christ!” I eventually heard someone say.  We looked up and Willy was standing in the open bedroom doorway.

“You two jerks can’t even have a fight like normal people.  You’ve got children in the house.  If you’re going to carry on like that, at least close the damned door.”

And he did.