When he was satisfied that I had oiled his penis enough, he pushed me against the wall. “Spread your legs.” I obeyed him, but why we were doing all this remained a mystery.
Freddy’s oiled finger entered my hole again, and moved around. I felt a slight burning in my hole, but the pleasure was more than the pain. I felt him withdraw slightly, then a second oiled finger was inserted. Freddy seemed to focus on opening my muscles wider, and even though the burning was worse, I could stand it. In fact, I was starting to enjoy the burning sensation. When his third slippery finger went in, and he began stroking that same spot, I almost fainted from the pain. I was burning worse than I ever had in my life.
Slowly, I let the pain control me, and I enjoyed the burning, the pain and the stroking. I pushed back as hard as I could against his fingers. “More, I want more,” I told Freddy.
Instead, I got less. His fingers withdrew, and next I felt something bigger probing at my entrance. It slipped past the ring of muscle, and the burning was excruciating. He pushed inward another inch, and the burning nearly made me pass out. Once again, I gave into the pain, and suddenly he filled me completely. The burning was unspeakable, and the ecstasy of the pain was indescribable. As he continuously massaged that pleasure point with his hard penis, the ecstasy was joined by the thrill of powerful surges of bliss consuming me entirely.
He pushed harder, making me feel like I was going to split in two, the joy of that pain only heightening my pleasure. Finally, I felt him tense, then I felt warm liquid filling me, and dripping onto my buttocks. I was in rapture, and shot my semen all over the shower, and watched it be washed away and down the drain. Freddy slowly softened inside me, then pulled completely out. He was supporting me with his strong arms, or I would have fallen. When we both stopped breathing hard, Freddy helped me turn around, and gave me a kiss with his open mouth. I collapsed into his arms, allowed his tongue in, and sucked on it for a moment.
Even though we had only set the water to trickle in, it was starting to taper off. I turned off the tap, hoping the water would be refilled by the windmill overnight. We got out, dried off, and put the towels and washcloths in the laundry tub. I took a washcloth back out, and cleaned up the mess we had made on the floor. Then we got dressed, and walked together upstairs.
“Freddy, that was the most amazing experience of my life,” I told my cousin. He smiled. “We’ll have to do it again. And again, and again, and again.”
“Like the woman in the bordello told me, lots of practice.” He kissed me, and started toward his room.
“Can’t we sleep together tonight?” I asked him. He shook his head no, and pointed at my parents’ room.
“Maybe some time, but if they catch us it will be bad.” Sadly, I had to agree, and watched his backside, with what looked-like painted-on jeans, disappear into his room. I slept incredibly well that night, looking forward to more practice.
Chapter Four
The next morning, well-rested and smiling, I got up at six and went to Freddy’s room to wake him. He looked angelic, a smile on his face, his naked chest and abdomen well-muscled, and his messy, long blond hair made a halo around his gorgeous head. I walked to the bed, and decided to wake him with a kiss. On his steel-hard penis. His penis jumped, slapping me in the face, and he woke up with a start.
“Good morning, my angel,” I told him. Instead of replying, he sat up, put his hand behind my head, and pulled me into a kiss. When he thrust his hand down the front of my pants and started struggling with my drawers, I pulled back.
“I would love to get more practice this morning, but it will have to wait. Time to feed the animals.” He grumbled, but got out of bed and pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt. He put on the shoes he had worn yesterday with his suit, and I told him to take them off. “These are the only shoes I have,” he told me.
“Then you’ll have to go barefoot until we can go to the general store in McClelland to get you some boots. If you wear those today, you will ruin them.”
Freddy grumbled some more, but took off the good shoes and followed me downstairs.
“What about breakfast?” he asked me.
“I come in at about eight-thirty, so I can have breakfast ready at nine. We’ll eat then.”
Freddy got a clean glass out and got water from the tap. From the sound of it, the water tank had been filled overnight. While he did that, I took the glasses from the table and put them in the sink, to do before breakfast.
The instant we walked outside, BC began barking loudly. She didn’t know Freddy, and was warning him that she was protecting the farm. I had brought some chicken (Ma’s dinner from the garbage) and handed it to my cousin. I put my arm around his shoulders, and told him to kneel down.
BC came roaring at him. The look of terror on his face was funny. I’ve never known BC to bite a person, although she has torn apart a couple of stray dogs looking for tasty mutton, and killed a coyote once. The only animal that beat her was a wildcat, but it was bleeding when it slinked away, without having reached the sheep.
I knelt down beside Freddy, my arm around his shoulder, and called the dog. She began wagging her tail, came up to me and licked my face. She sniffed at Freddy’s leg, then his backside, then his crotch. That alarmed poor Freddy, so I told him to tear off a little bit of chicken and offer it to her. She took it gently from his hand, wagged her tail some more, and licked the juice from his fingers. Freddy fed her bits of chicken until there was none left, and BC decided not to eat him.
Actually, since he was with me and had fed her, she decided he was part of the family, and jumped up on him, trying to play. Freddy let out a shrill scream, and BC backed off, her tail between her legs.
“That means she likes you and wants to play. Haven’t you ever had a dog? I thought every boy had a dog.”
“My mother was allergic to dogs, so I never had one when I was younger. Once Dad started treating me like a man, I decided a man doesn’t need a dog, and didn’t get one.”
I gave him a hug. “I’m sorry you missed out on the experience. Go play with BC while I get out food for her and the sheep.”
Freddy was looking at me like he didn’t know what to do. “Just talk to her in a pleasant tone, then start running away. She’ll chase you until she catches you, then it’s your turn to chase her.” My cousin looked doubtful, but spoke to BC then started running toward the cornfield. Halfway there, BC caught up with him and jumped.
Man and dog went down in a writhing heap. I could hear BC barking a happy sound (she has lots of different sounds, like warning, and happy, and I’m hungry). Freddy was laughing, and when BC ran away, he chased her. She let him catch her, then jumped up with both paws and batted his chest. Your turn.
I let them play while I got water and food for the dog, water for the sheep, and unlatched the gate. BC came running and wolfed down her food. Freddy was still laughing when he joined us, and was amazed when BC jumped up to unlatch the gate, then herd the sheep into the field.
“How does she know how to open a latch?” I guess he didn’t know about border collies.
“Border collies are among the smartest dogs in the world. They can learn hundreds of whistled commands, and seem to be born with an ability to herd animals. I think if they could speak, we’d discover that some of them are smarter than humans.”
I showed Freddy where the animals’ water reservoir was, where the dog food and treats were, and the feed for the sheep in wintertime. He followed me into the barn, and watched me get oats to feed the horse, put water in his trough, and rub him down.
“It’s a good idea to rub down a horse every day. Sweat sticks to them, and the salt attracts some little critters we don’t want around.” He nodded his head, and followed me to the chicken coop. I threw some food in to them, put water in their smaller trough, and searched for eggs. We had three eggs today, which wasn’t bad.
I got a rag from the barn, and took Freddy to the back stoop. He waited while I wet it in the reservoir, and cleaned his f
eet when I gave it to him.
“After breakfast, we’ll walk down to the store in town. It’s three miles each way, which is an hour’s walk there, and an hour back. We need to get you some boots.” He nodded his head, and we went inside.
I got out some store-bought bread, and some butter from the icebox. Tomorrow was ice delivery day, a very important event around here. If we didn’t get ice every week, food would spoil. I cracked two of the eggs and put them in a pan with some milk. I looked around and saw the cooking oil still over by the shower.
I returned it to its proper place just as I heard Dad coming down the stairs. Close call, I thought to myself. I asked Freddy to make the coffee. That was the only kitchen chore he knew how to do. Then I pulled pieces of bread off the loaf, put them in the pan, and let the eggs and milk soak in.
Dad went to the cupboard and got out four plates, plus glasses and tableware. I hadn’t seen him set the table in almost ten years. “Thanks, Dad, that’s a big help.
He smiled and waved me off. I mixed up some batter and, after emptying the pan onto a plate, poured small piles into the pan. A minute later I turned them over, then put the small pancakes on another pate.
Ma came down as I was putting the pancakes on the table. She said hello to Dad, and took her seat. I said, “Hello, Ma, how are you?” She refused to look at me or say anything. I served up pancakes, the soaked and cooked bread, butter and some maple syrup, then poured everyone a glass of water. Dad and Freddy thanked me for breakfast; Ma didn’t say a word.
I sat down, and was astonished when Dad bowed his head, and said grace. That hadn’t happened in at least a dozen years.
“Lord, please bless this food to our nourishment that we may praise you. Thank you for another beautiful day, a good breakfast, and the people at this table. Please help us to be kind and grateful to one another.” He looked around, and nobody was saying a word. “Amen.” We could eat.
“Jacob, why now? You haven’t said grace in years. Was this a stunt to shame me?” Ma’s eyes were throwing thunderbolts at Dad, and then at me. “Well, I ain’t ashamed of nothing.”
“Harriet, please pray with me next time. Pray that God softens your hard heart, pray that he helps you to realize that praying isn’t a stunt, pray that God helps you with examining your heart. We aren’t Catholic, but regular self-examination is something Catholics are told to do, and I agree.” We all began to eat, without another word said.
After breakfast, I told Dad that we would need to irrigate the corn field if it didn’t rain tomorrow. “That’s at least a two-man job, son. I’m sure Freddy can help you, and I’ll come out and do what I can to help. I can at least sit at the controls and do the switching.”
Ma was furious. “With both boys out working, you need to stay inside and take care of me. I forbid you to work in the field tomorrow.”
Dad completely ignored her. “We’d best get going. Freddy needs a new pair of boots. I’ll hitch the wagon up, and Freddy and I will go into town for boots.”
“Uncle Jacob, I can go by myself. Carl said it was only an hour’s walk.” Freddy was looking at me, hoping for some support.
“Freddy, the store owner don’t know you, and even if I gave you a letter to take to him, well, he don’t read so good. One of us has to go with you. If it’s Carl, the outside work won’t be done. OK?” Freddy was nodding his head, when I interrupted.
“Max needs to see one of us he knows, right?” Dad nodded. “Freddy, take BC with you. You’ll only be gone about two hours, and the only thing she does is keep the sheep corralled and defend them from dogs and other stuff. I can do that while I’m working.”
“Yes. It’s settled then. Carl works the farm, Jacob takes care of me, and Freddy and BC go to Max’s store.” Ma was beaming, congratulating herself for having thought of the idea.
Dad looked at me instead of Ma. “Can you retrieve the shade umbrella and two chairs from the barn?” I assured him that would only take a couple of minutes. Then he turned to Ma.
“After I clean up the table and do the dishes, I’ll make up some lemonade for us, and you and I can go sit in the shade and watch the sheep. Harriet, you haven’t been outdoors in several years except to go to the doctor, and the other day when you ran out to greet Freddy.” Ma was looking doubtful. “Come on, it will be fun.”
Ma gave in. “OK, but only if Carl takes care of the dishes and makes the lemonade.” She just couldn’t let it go.
Dad started taking dishes to the sink. “You know,” he said over his shoulders, “we ain’t done a lick of work since Dillon was hired. You’re right, everybody needs to chip in.”
Ma stood up, and muttered under her breath all the way to the front room. I could hear her sit in her chair, while she continued to mutter to herself. It had to be to herself, nobody else was listening.
I took Freddy with me to the barn, and gave him the shopping list. There wasn’t a lot to buy, just sugar and bread. “Does anybody ride the horse?” he asked me. I explained that I used to take him out for a good run about once a week, but had to stop after Dillon died. “I rode almost every day in Ohio, competed in cross-country races, too. Would it be all right if I took over the weekly runs?” I nodded my head.
I showed him where we kept the saddle, bridle and stuff, then Freddy helped me set up the umbrella and chairs in the field, He called BC, who was always ready to play, and to smell new territory. Freddy started out jogging; BC followed him, and they disappeared together in a couple of minutes.
I got water for all the animals and watered the vegetable garden. While I was doing that, Dad led Ma out the back door and into the field. He took a cut log from the firewood, and used that as a table for the lemonade and glasses. I harvested a few vegetables, and took them inside. That’s when Sam walked in, carrying milk and beef. He put them in the icebox, and then asked where my parents were.
“Sitting outside watching the sheep. BC went to the store.” He laughed.
“I knew that dog was smart, but I ain’t never heard of a dog going shopping." Sam waved and headed out to the corn field. Sam Rafferty raised cattle, and every year on New-Year’s-Day we’d total things up for the year. Sam took what he needed in corn, eggs, mutton and wool, and we took what we needed in beef, milk and hides. Every New Year’s Eve, Dad and Sam used Sam’s carriage and went to Council Bluffs to get prices on the stuff we bartered. Then they’d stay, go drinking, and come home around midnight dead drunk. Sam’s horse knew the way home.
Each totaled up the price of what he had taken, and the difference was credited to the new year. Last year, I remember we had a four-dollar credit, and the year before that Sam had a six-dollar credit. No money changed hands, unless the difference was more than ten dollars. I couldn’t remember ever seeing money on the table.
We had a similar deal with a widow, Mrs. Henley, who sewed clothes for us, and ate our corn, eggs and chicken. I think there are other deals in place, and I’ll have to get the full list from Dad. I was now the man of the house.
Dad called me once to take him some chicken feed and some oats for the sheep. Good idea. Both flocks made sure to stay close to him for the afternoon.
I used a hoe to break up the soil and get rid of weeds in the corn patch. That’s what I was doing when BC jumped on me from behind. She and Freddy were back from their adventure, and my cousin showed off his new boots. He asked if there was a stream nearby where he could catch fish, to give us some variety from chicken, mutton and beef.
“I haven’t fished in years, and would like some. How about we go out early one morning, and bring home everything we catch. Sam and Widow Hensley will take everything we can’t eat.” Freddy agreed, then got the other hoe and joined me in the corn. He was shirtless. I tried not to drool when I stared. Working adjacent rows, we were able to finish about half of it before we had to quit for the day.
We were hidden from my parents by about a million stalks of corn, and Sam had harvested what he needed. We were not going to be interrupte
d; I kissed Freddy while he removed my shirt. We made quick work of our pants, and soon were lying naked between the corn rows. I wanted Freddy to do what he did last night, but I was afraid we might be discovered.
Freddy turned himself around so that his mouth was at my crotch, and mine was at his. We made quick work of sucking each other, then brushing off the dirt and getting dressed again. We kissed, tasting ourselves on each other’s tongues, and walked back to the barn.
I heard Ma laughing at BC’s antics, first time I’d heard a laugh from her in years. Freddy smiled at me and squeezed my hand. We came out of the barn grinning, and joined Ma and Dad for some lemonade. They were both in good moods, and when I told them we were having beef for dinner, they appeared pleased.
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