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Hard As Nails: Ch 4: Dad's Turn
Clay woke at 5 AM. He padded naked downstairs and started coffee. Returning upstairs he brushed his teeth while sitting on the commode for his morning toilet. He checked his stool for proper color, spit out the remains of the toothpaste, wiped his ass then used a wet flushable to clean his asshole further before flushing. He put on his running shorts and a long sleeve tee, tube socks, and his trainers and headed back downstairs. He walked into the kitchen to find Fifth waiting for him drinking a glass of tomato juice.
"Morning Dad, I thought I'd run with you today if that's ok."
"More than OK son. I treasure spending time with you." Fifth smiled broadly as he finished his juice and joined his dad in going out the kitchen door. The air was heavy with moisture as they did warm-up stretches. "Think you can pace yourself with me Fifth?"
"All I can do is try Dad."
"Fair enough," Clay responded as he started his warm-up pace which he ran for the first mile before picking up speed. His son ran beside him and didn't appear to be troubled by the pace he was setting.
Lipe Road was deserted on Sunday morning at 6:00 AM, Most people wouldn't start to leave for early church services until 7:30. Clay hoped to be finished by then. He increased his speed again as they turned to run back home. Clay thought he could run this course blindfolded he had run it so many times as a teen himself.
"The last mile starts soon Fifth. You've done great so far. I kick it into high gear though for that last mile. Do your best to keep up but if not, I'll see you at home."
"Race you," Fifth called as he broke away from his father.
"You little shit, playing me for a fool, are you?" Clay tore after his boy. The teen was fast, but Clay was faster. He easily caught up and passed Fifth. He waited for him at the kitchen door. When the teen arrived Clay hugged him tightly. "I didn't know you were such a quick little fucker."
"Dad, language please!' Fifth feigned shock.
"You have said a lot worse lately bubba. Anyway, I'm going to swim a few laps. You want to join me?"
"Will it be a contest?"
"No this is cool down and relax time," Clay told him as he stripped off his clothes walking toward the swimming pool. At 43 Clay was remarkably toned. His eight-pack abs were down to a 6 pack, but his shoulders and pecs were still massive. His glutes were still high and tight, and he remained very agile. The players he coached were always surprised by how he would mix it up with them on the field during practice demonstrating proper form. He dove into the deep end of the pool and resurfaced by the waterfall.
Fifth joined his dad a few moments later. The father and son floated on their backs and swam back and forth the length of the pool about ten times, "Fifth have you guys found the hiding place yet?"
"What are you talking about Dad? What hiding place?"
"This one," Clay said as he dove under the water and seemingly disappeared.
"Where did you go Dad? Dad! Dad!!"
Clay resurfaced a few feet in front of the waterfall. "Did you call?"
"You scared the shit out of me. We didn't put the pool light on, and I could see you underwater. Where were you?"
"If I show you, you must keep the secret. Only Pops, Uncle RJ, and I know. We don't mind you guys discovering it, but we want it to be a surprise."
"I promise I won't reveal it."
"Grab hold of my shoulders and take a deep breath." Fifth grabbed his Dad's broad shoulders and Clay grabbed his boy's legs so that he was riding him piggyback. Clay walked then through the waterfall to a space behind it that had 4 underwater stools and a tabletop slightly above the water's surface.
"Dad this place is the best. I just thought there were a lot of filters and pumps in here."
"There are quite a few Fifth. But the pool has another feature that hasn't arrived yet. It will be here by the end of August. It's a water slide. So you can climb up the side of the mountain before sliding down into the pool. Pops and I had wanted this little place for our private time yet still be able to keep an eye out, particularly for four young men who can get carried away sometimes."
Fifth gave his father the look then grinned. "Dad, all six of us sort of know what a locked door means in this house, especially if Pops and you are behind it, How are you going to lock the water?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
Clay reached out and dunked his red-headed teen. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Clay stated as he dunked under the waterfall and swam to the shallow end. Fifth followed. When he climbed out behind his father, Clay tossed him a towel. When they were dried off, they wrapped the towels around their waists and headed for the kitchen.
Farm Boy knew his morning duties involved having his Sir's coffee on the nightstand when he awoke. He poured the mug and fixed it as Sean had shown him over twenty years ago.
"Dad, can I make a frittata for breakfast this morning?"
"Do you have a recipe in mind?
"I've watched Pops make them. A stick of butter melted in the large iron skillet. Add a ½ cup of diced onion, fresh or frozen, and sauté until the onion becomes opaque, Pour in a carton of liquid egg. Watch to make sure the edges start to cook then move to the oven at 375 for 20 minutes."
"Very observant Fifth. Yes, that will be a nice surprise for everyone. While the skillet is in the oven you can make the toast. Be sure to butter the slices as they come out of the 4-piece toaster. Plan on 16 pieces. The whole family will be surprised at the chef you're becoming." Clay gave his son a thumbs-up signal before trotting off upstairs with Sean's morning coffee.
Thirty minutes later the two fathers emerged from the Master Suite showered, shaved, and dressed for a morning of work. They found the kitchen table set with placemats, coffee cups, water glasses, and juice glasses. Fresh sliced pineapple sat in a bowl on the table. Two plates of toast were covered by towels to keep them warm. There were four jars of jam available and more butter. Fifth sat the coffee pot down near where his parents would sit at the far end of the table. Milk and Splenda were also ready for his two dads. He returned to the oven and pulled out a perfect frittata. In addition to the onion, he had added diced tomatoes and cheddar jack shredded cheese. He set the cast iron skillet on the stovetop to let it rest before serving.
Sean came over and sniffed at the frittata. "Smells delicious Fifth. Guess I can hand off frittata detail to you from now on."
"I'd be down for it," Fifth replied. "I'm finding I like to cook. At least the simple stuff for now."
"We'll work it out. You going to slice it here or at the table?"
"I think here works better and then a pie server to dish it out."
"Well, I'll start my second cup of coffee." Sean returned to the table where Clay was going over something on his tablet. Fifth cut the frittata into 8 pie-shaped slices and brought the skillet to the table. He then retrieved the pie server and sat next to Sean. "Would you mind serving us Fifth?"
"Happy too Pops." The teen was enjoying the alone time with the two most important men in his life. He served them both and passed them the toast and the orange marmalade. He put the butter near his dad's plate as Clay always used more butter. He fixed his own plate and had just taken his first bite when Vic and Erik came into the kitchen. They were followed closely by Gunnar and Gitte. AJ arrived ten minutes after everyone else.
"Smells delish Pops," Erik began as he reached for his slice of the frittata."
"What makes you think I cooked it?"
"You always make the frittata's Pops," Gitte affirmed.
"Well circle the date on the calendar because you're incorrect Miss Birgitte. I did not do anything but sit down, drink my coffee and feed my face."
"So Dad, you cooked it. You're usually eggs and bacon," Vic proffered.
"Sorry Vic, all I made was the coffee."
The teens looked at each other in surprise until one by one they realized Fifth was the cook.
Gunnar congratulated him first. "Fifth you can cook for me anytime. This is delicious. I particularly like the tomatoes you added."
"He's right Fifth, the tomatoes make it better than Pops," AJ offered.
"See I told you Fifth, I must hand off frittatas to you," Sean waved his hand in his oldest son's direction.
Clay knocked on the table to draw attention to himself. "Today has a lot happening in it. First off, this morning is a workday. So we'll be running in and out of the house. Wear work clothes. Gunnar you're coming with me as I show you the ranch and explain a little about the various enterprises Grampa put in place. The rest of you will be following Pops' instructions."
Sean took the handoff from Clay. "I need two volunteers to take responsibility for preparing the dining room for this afternoon's family dinner. You'll need to locate and wash the good china and set 11 places. Water glasses for sure and I believe we'll be going stemless for red wine."
"Gunnar will you help me with that?" Vic asked.
"Sure Sis, when I get back from my morning with Dad."
"Oh, I forgot. Well, I'll start, and you can get involved when you get back."
"We'll also need to finish planning the menu. Now Fifth you've shown a remarkable talent for cooking the past two days. Would you like to tackle that part?"
"I don't know anything about standing ribs Pops. Can I pass on that and maybe help with something else?
"Not a problem."
"I'll do the menu Pops," Gitte volunteered, "and gather the ingredients."
"That will be very helpful. Thank you, Gitte."
"That leaves Fifth, AJ, and Erik, you're with me. We're going to start building the chicken coop. I believe everyone has a job that needs doing."
"Then let's get `er done!" the family said together laughing.
Clay kissed Sean and he and Gunnar headed to the garage to get the old Ford pickup truck. The best two things about it were that it was paid for, and it ran. Nothing else commended the truck for use. It had no air conditioning or radio. Gunnar climbed in on the passenger side.
Clay laughed, "Lesson one today is," he beat a drumroll on the passenger door, "how to drive a stick shift. If we stay on our land you can drive anywhere. You can't take it off property though. When we have to cross the roads later, I'll do the driving. Your siblings will be pissed that you're getting to drive first but by next Saturday they'll have had a turn."
Clay patiently explained how to drive a stick shift or standard transmission. He let Gunnar get used to the feel of the clutch catch. Then he had him start the engine and slowly put the truck in reverse.
While that was going on Sean had shown his three helpers his plans for the coop. There would eventually be 24 nesting boxes, but they would only need 12 to start. He had a list of materials they needed to gather from the garage. He led the way and they had just arrived as Gunnar backed the old Ford out into the service yard.
"That's not fair, he's the youngest," Fifth yelled.
"Why him? When I mention driving Dad says `In your dreams, AJ'"
Erik was the voice of reason, "Bro it's no big deal. I learn tomorrow, AJ you'll learn in two days, and Fifth in three. We'll all be driving before our sisters. Can you imagine the look on Vic's face when she finds out she's last?"
"Oh I got to have my phone ready to snap that one," Fifth laughed. The guys gathered the measuring tape, drill, screws, shovels, a 2x4, and 16 2 X 6 planks. They carried them to the side yard behind the garage where Pops had determined the coop should go. It was far away enough away from the various houses that the odors wouldn't bother anyone.
Sean showed the boys how to prepare the site by marking off the four corners of the cage. He demonstrated how to square the corners and ran a string to mark the area. Then he had the teens trench out a foundation 6 inches wide and 6 inches deep. The last thing they were able to do before lunch was put in the forms for the cement work.
"You guys were awesome workers today. Tomorrow, I'll teach you about mixing and pouring cement. Then we take a day or two off to let it cure. Thursday we'll start building the hen house and by Saturday we should be ready to receive our chickens.
While the rest of the family worked Gunnar was learning to drive. He was becoming more and more comfortable with shifting gears. The first place they had headed to was the main cattle pasture. While they sat looking at the herd grazing, Clay broached the subject Gunnar had requested Friday night.
"This is where I first became aware that a penis has more than one purpose, Gun. Dad and I were doing the rounds when I saw this bull mount a heifer. I remember asking Dad if the bull was hurting the heifer. He laughed and told me they were just doing what comes naturally.
Later that same day, I saw Max and Mazie, the family dogs, doing it in the backyard, two tortoises in another field, and our rabbits. I started making the comment, `They're doing what comes naturally,' whenever I saw animals copulating.
One day Mom took us down to the picnic area on the Peace River. I saw a drake pounding the hell out of a duck before mounting her. I ran to Mom and told her, "Look Mom, they're doing what comes naturally.' Then I put both feet in my mouth. I asked her, `Do you and Dad do what comes naturally?" Clay laughed. "I thought she was going to explode.
"Leon Clayton Reed III what have you been teaching this boy?"
"Dad was pushing Mary Liz on a swing. He could tell Mom was hacked about something and came over. She repeated what I had said."
"Now Mother, Junior saw a bull and heifer mating the other day. All I said was they were doing what comes naturally."
"Well, now he wants to know if we do what comes naturally."
"Martha that's easy to answer." Dad turned toward me bent down level eye to eye and said, "The answer is yes. Now go play."
"As time went along, I realized that doing what comes naturally produced baby cows, puppies, rabbits, and chickens. I kept my new knowledge to myself though because I never liked it when Mom got ticked off."
"Did watching them make you horny?" Gunnar inquired.
"Not in the least. It was just a fact. Start the engine and head for the orange groves. Seeing a penis is sort of no big deal. I had seen Dad's and RJ's. I experienced morning wood and eventually wet dreams. It was all-natural. I'd seen guys that were cut and uncut at the old swimming hole. There were a few occasions when guys sprung wood there too. I learned about jacking off from a friend in school who saw his brother doing it.
Then Grandpa died and Mom and Dad decided to build this place and move from the old Victorian house in Arcadia. Dad taught me how to drive the predecessor to this truck too. It was a Chevy though and had a radio that worked." The pair laughed. Overlooking the groves, Clay pointed out a grove that was being burned due to the Citrus Greening disease. We'll replant and monitor. We're burning an extra firewall between the diseased trees and the healthy ones in the next grove over. Hopefully, we've killed the infected Asian citrus psyllids that carry the disease from tree to tree."
"And if it doesn't?"
"We'll expand into other markets. So far the solar project we'll see next will be a good source of sustainable energy and profits for years to come."
"Then our roofs and walkways are solar to take advantage of the work Grandpa already did."
"Very much so. Grandpa experimented with solar 25 years ago before it was a thing. We may have even been the first ones in DeSoto County to have solar panels and I'm almost positive we were the first to charge batteries for overnight use."
"Same questions I asked Pops, how did you know you were gay?"
"I suspected I was different. When I played sports, I was thrilled when a coach told me I did a great job and patted me on my back and later when I would get a whack on the ass. I looked forward to group hugs with teammates after a good game as well as the horseplay we did when we stayed at hotels during AAU traveling."
"You see that barn over there. That's where I saw two of our farmhands having sex. This one guy Miguel had the biggest dick I have ever seen. Twelve inches and thick as a beer can. Alan, the other farmhand was chowing down on it big time. I just sort of watched in amazement. He couldn't get the whole thing in his mouth so he was jacking it while working the head. Miguel shouted and pulled it out of Alan's mouth. He shot his load all over Alan's face and chest. Alan was licking it off when Miguel started to piss on him, Alan started drinking it down. I took off home and up to my room, grabbed my cum rag, and beat out a load that curled my toes. That scene fueled my jackoff sessions for months."
Gunnar thought about his reaction to seeing his Dad swallow Pops' hard-as-nails cock in one swift move the day before. He had gone back to his room and jacked off to it twice last night and first thing this morning.
"Ah Dad, I... want to tell you something, but I don't want you to be mad at me," Gunnar said.
"What is it Gun? I promise I will try not to be mad."
"I saw you and Pops in the office yesterday while I was collecting insects," Gun blurted out.
Clay took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. He repeated the action twice more. "What did you see exactly."
"It just happened, I was walking along looking through the bushes and I was outside your office window, and I looked up and saw the two of you naked. Ah, then I saw you swallow Pop's penis. I freaked out and ran back to my room."
Clay sat quietly a moment before saying, "And you jacked off to the image in your head."
"Yes, Sir," Gunnar said softly.
"I'm sorry you saw us having sex. It happens to a lot of kids. I will try to do a better job in making sure the blinds are down too. Do you want me to continue?"
Gunnar was flabbergasted. Dad hadn't gotten mad! He blamed himself for not making sure he couldn't be observed. "Yes Dad, I want to know your story."
"I started shadowing Miguel and Alan around the ranch. They also worked with two other guys Dave and Richard. They took hour-long breaks in the old barn. One day Dad showed me the way he scheduled hands to work around the property. Back then it was all paper and pencil. It was your Uncle RJ who got everything computerized. I saw that all four of them would be repairing the fence line near the old barn. I told my folks I was going to go exploring and wouldn't be home for lunch. I walked out to the old barn and climbed into the loft so that I had a clear view of the area I had watched Miguel and Alan use before.
A bit before 12 the four men entered the barn and closed the door. Dave was moving bales of hay around and Alan grabbed some old horse blankets from a stall. Then they stripped. Miguel was the obvious winner in the cock department. Even soft he as a good 10 uncircumcised inches, Alan was sporting a 6" circumcised prong just taking his clothes off. Rich had around 6 inches soft that grew to a nice 8-inch prick. Dave was the one that surprised me. His dick was so small I couldn't make it out clearly in his pubes. After he pulled on it a few times it got hard but was no more than three or four inches and very thin.
Miguel calls them all perras and putas. Do you know what that translates to Gunnar?"
"Yes, bitches and whores."
"You are correct. Anyway, these three putas get down and started licking Miguel's cock and getting it hard. He points at Dave and without another word, Dave does and lays across two hay bales with his ass in the air. Miguel strode over to him while the other two try to keep working on his cock. When he gets to Dave he kneels, spreads Dave's ass cheeks, spits on the asshole in front of him, and started licking it. Dave's moaning a like a bitch in heat. Miguel orders Alan to shut the perra up.
Alan gets up and goes around to Dave's face and sticks his cock in it and the moans from Dave cease. Miguel stands up and positions his cock at Dave's ass and pushes all the way in. He bends over slightly and parts his legs. Next, he tells Rich to get busy. Rich stared licking Miguel's ass.
"I'm up in the loft with my 7-inch cock in my hand wanking away. I must have shot twice before Miguel emptied his cock in Dave's ass. He called Alan over to him to clean up his cock and tells Rich to suck out his load from Dave's ass. I spermed twice more.
A walkie-talkie squawked and Miguel scrambled to get it. "Si, Senor Reed, Miguel here."
"Miguel where are you guys?"
"In the Old Barn having lunch Senor."
"OK, have you seen my oldest boy?"
"No Senor, we have seen no one out here today."
"He's out exploring. If you see him tell him to get home his mother needs him to do some things for her."
"Si, Senor Reed. Send son home to mother."
Miguel turned around and faced the other guys "Chicos, what I would give to fuck that sweet young ass on that redheaded puta."
I swallowed hard knowing I was being discussed like a piece of meat.
"Yeah, wonder if he's hung. There certainly appears to be a good bulge in his jeans. I've love to suck on it," Dave offered.
"Don't be fools. You heard what happened to Jorge over at the Mercer place," Rich stated.
"No, all I know is Jorge was here on Friday night for poker and on Sunday he was not at mass, and no one has seen him since," Miguel noted.
"Well, you know how he gets when he loses. He stopped and got an 18 pack of Carta Blanca and by midnight he was wasted. He's sitting there by his camper when Buzz Mercer comes home. You know Buzz likes hanging with the hands. He goes over to Jorge and they start talking. Jorge gives him a beer and who knows what Buzz had to drink before he got home. From what I heard from Leo, the cook there, Buzz starts talking about how his girlfriend is just a cock tease. He shows Jorge the way his cock is running down the leg of his jeans. Jorge apparently showed him the outline of his. Buzz starts rubbing his cock through his jeans and Jorge starts doing the same. They open another beer. Buzz stands up and walks over to a tree and drops his pants to take a piss. After he pisses he starts wanking his cock, his ass toward Jorge. Jorge apparently took the ass facing him, while the boy jacked off, as an invitation to fuck it. He did and Buzz is screaming and carrying on. The noise wakes up Marshall, the foreman who catches Jorge just as he cums in the boy's ass.
Marshall cold conks Jorge and hauls his body off Buzz. The teen scrambles to his feet and runs half-naked up to the main house to his father. Old man Mercer shows up minutes later with a shotgun. He has Marshall take the farmhand to the barn and tie him up. Now it's 1 in the morning now, but Old Man Mercer calls about a dozen of his buddies from the Klan. So These 14 guys had Jorge in the barn till just before dawn. No one is talking about what they did to him. However, Leo saw them drag a naked, bruised, and bleeding Jorge from the barn. They tossed him in his camper and threw what stuff he had outside it in on top of him. Then they hitched the camper to Jorge's truck and drove off. Leo says that he heard it was seen down on King's Highway later that morning. Noting has been said since. I suggest you keep your horse cock out of that boy's ass and let the four of us continue our play sessions."
"I know Buzz Mercer. He was out of school for a week. He never offered an explanation, and no one mentioned it. So I found the news interesting but frightening. Interesting because it was about sex and frightening because it was rape and the consequences of man-to-man sex on the side could be dangerous if not life-threatening. I was both enticed but wary.
Before they left the barn. Miguel asked, "Is the special surprise you promised us all set for next week?"
"Oh yeah, I have it all planned out. I got Mr. Reed to schedule us to work on the new breeding barn on the far side of the cattle range starting Wednesday. He told me it will be just the four of us for the first three days. Then the following Monday he'll be adding 4 more crew to the project as well as an electrician and plumber."
"You going to give us a hint about what the surprise is Rich?"
"Fellas, you're going to wish we could take pictures. It's over the top and way out there shit. I promise if you aren't interested in the surprise, you can double fuck me while I fuck Dave."
"With that, they left the barn and my imagination was running wild. I jacked off another load before tucking my cock back in my bib overalls and climbed down from the loft. I went out the side door and circled around. I made sure one strap of my overalls was down which revealed just the top of one ass cheek. Just to show them what they would never have. I came upon where they were working on the fence from the opposite directions from the barn.
"Hey young mister, your mama is looking for you. Your papa called on the walkie-talkie."
"I waved and thanked him for telling me and turned toward the house. I could hear a low whistle behind me. Someone had looked."
"Is that when you knew you were gay?"
"Not yet. I thought about sex and getting off a lot. When the folks noticed I started growing pubic hair my dad had the talk with me. He told me that my body would soon be able to make babies. His advice, Just because you can doesn't mean you should." He told me I could ask questions anytime. And I did. We talked about masturbation. We talked about condom use. He asked if I understood the mechanics of copulation.' What do you expect from an agricultural engineer?" Clay chuckled and Gun snickered.
"Did you ever find out what the surprise was Dad?"
"Yes, I did. I am not sure if I should share that with you today. I found it gross, but obviously, those four didn't. I also don't want to give you too many ideas to go experimenting on."
"Dad if I don't know the good, the bad, and the ugly of the lifestyle how does that help me not make stupid mistakes?"
"Gunnar, do you know what the word taboo means?"
"Yes, Sir. It's prohibiting a subject or activity within society for religious or social reasons."
"Being gay or a homosexual was once a taboo subject. We have progressed beyond that in some places. This subject is still taboo.
"Well given that one of those guys wanted to fuck you I can guess that it was sex with a minor."
"Wrong."
"Come on Dad. I was honest with you about what I saw going on between you and Pops."
"If I tell you, and that's a big IF, you must swear to me not to try anything like it or masturbate while fantasizing about it."
"Dad can you control your dreams? Can you control sexual urges?"
"The dreams I cannot, but I have learned with Sean's help to control sexual urges."
"Could you do it as a teen?"
"No."
"Then you saw something taboo and beat off to it."
"This isn't going the way I planned it."
"Dad, just be honest with me. That's what I kept telling Pops on the way down."
Clay rolled it around in his head. He and Sean had discussed how to raise the children. This was not a topic they had covered beyond telling them what influenced our realization we were gay. After a full five minutes of thought, Clay nodded his head.
"Gunnar, have you ever heard of bestiality?"
"Can't say that I have but since the word beast is its root it must have something to do with animals."
"You're a bright boy. What I will tell you is that Rich lined up four calves to be available when they were working on the interior of the barn. Supposedly to give them ideas on how the gates and shoots would work. I had gone down earlier in the morning with dad and told him I was going to goof off a bit. I secreted myself away among the stuff stashed in what is now medical storage. Dad left and within minutes they were naked and having sex with the calves. I know your imagination may go wild with just that info, but I am unwilling to tell you more. Switch seats we're going across the road."
Gunnar knew not to argue. He had pushed his father hard to get that information. He thought he could never imagine doing anything with a farm animal. "Where to next Dad?"
"Wind and solar farms are next. Then we'll finish our tour with the hog farm."
At the wind farm Clay simply explained what they had learned to date. They were trying out a new blade developed in Germany that was more efficient and not as deadly to birds. He switched sides and let Gunnar drive to the solar farm.
At the solar farm, Gunnar learned that the family now had 425 acres devoted to the production of energy which they sold to FPL. 170,940 panels in place on a system that tracked the sun from dawn to dusk. "This is now our largest year-round division Gun. We employ over 30 technicians and engineers. Any questions?"
"About wind and solar -- Nah. But I want to know what happened to the four farmhands and I would like to know if we're going to carry on our discussion about the realization, that you were a gay man.?"
"They were caught having sex by my dad in the old barn. He fired them on the spot without references. He ranted about damn faggots for weeks afterward. As to the second I'm still processing," was all his dad would say. He drove the truck back across the county road and onto their property and headed to the hog farm. Originally your grandfather was going to raise the hogs in cement barns. You can the first building there. It's used to mix the feed now. He abandoned that plan my senior year in college. Instead, he cleared more land and built the all-natural enclosures you see today. We aren't a big operation, about 300 swine. We sell to other processors in the state like the one north of Orlando."
"Now back to our main topic of conversation. When was I certain I was living in the closet. I believe I was 13 when I started to realize I was thinking about other cocks when I masturbated. By 15 I was paranoid about hiding my sexuality in the locker room, from teammates, coaches, parents, and everybody. The expectation was that I would find and marry a nice girl. We would settle down and make more Reeds doing what comes naturally. Instead, I dated but never did anything besides kiss and cop a feel every so often. I was simply keeping up appearances. Every chick in school was looking to be the one to bag the star quarterback. I would come home from a date go up to my room and beat out a load or two of five thinking about the dicks and asses in the shower after practice and games. I also loved watching porn. After I was allowed to drive, I'd head over to the coast to the adult bookstores. I was always too scared to suck the dicks that were put through the glory holes or to stick mine through to the mouths and tongues begging to suck me. I stopped doing that after I ran into one of my teachers coming out of a video booth and zipping up his trousers.It was awkward at school with him afterward.
I had a very active imagination and I thought about all the times I watched farm hands having sex or jacking off. The closest I ever came to live sex with another male was a circle jerk with a farmhand out in the orange groves. He had a big dick as well and we faced each other and beat off until we shot our loads on each other. Then we dressed and never spoke about it or repeated it again.
I chose to go to college in Orlando for a couple of reasons. First for the football scholarship, though I was courted by UF and FSU. However, I figured since their teams were always being followed in the press, Orlando would offer less notoriety. I also wanted to be away so I could finally get laid. Orlando is known as a gay-friendly city. That didn't work out too well either until I met Pops.
"So you're telling me your first and only sexual relationship has been with Pops?"
"The love of my life."
"O wow"
"Drive us home for lunch Gun. Might as well get the bitching and whining over with for teaching you how to drive this old thing first."
Gunnar got behind the wheel and maneuvered the old Ford back to the garage. Clay had been right about the bitching and moaning but it was only from Victoria.
"Dad, how could you teach the baby of the family to drive before your eldest? It's not fair!"
Clay fired back, "Would you prefer it if I made you wait until you're a senior in high school or a senior citizen?"
Vic realized she had upset her father and backed off. "I'll wait my turn, Dad. Gunnar, wash up and I will show you what I've accomplished since you have been gone." Gunnar was stripping off his clothes as he walked toward the pool. Clay did the same and within minutes father and son were swimming laps and letting the cool water refresh them from their three-hour tour. After they toweled off each went to their bedroom to change clothes.
"How did it go?" Sean asked as he wrapped his arms around his husband who was putting deodorant in his left armpit.
"Started out easy. Hit a snag and ended succinctly Chief. I went someplace I didn't want to go. He pulled the honesty card on me." The couple walked into their bedroom and sat knee to knee on the floor.
"I haven't even told you about this episode it is such a taboo subject. I just wanted to put it out of my mind."
Sean patted his husband's thigh. "Do you want to tell me now?"
"I think I should. You've heard about me watching the farmhands. I got into detail about me watching my first foursome. At the end of that, they were talking about a special surprise and when it was going to happen. So I hid in what is now medical storage and watched through a grill in the wall. Miguel, Alan, Dave, and Rich all stripped down. Then Rich led them over to the stalls where there were calves. Each man kept sticking their dicks in front of the calves. Eventually, the calves latched on. Dave with the teeny weeny got his nub suckled first. He was standing between Alan and Rich. I think the calves saw what their other calf was doing and followed suit. All three men were moaning and talking about how great it felt and Miguel just could not force his horse cock into the calf's throat. He got pissed off and jumped into his calf's pen, spit on his cock, and shoved it into the calf. I don't know to this day if it was a bull or heifer. All I know it moaned loudly. When they finished Rich told them they could try it with hogs or dogs as well. Instead, they decided Dave was going to get double fucked again and he told them he was ready and willing. So I got another sex show. However that time I didn't go home and jack off thinking about what they had done."
"How much did you tell Gunnar?"
"A very capsulated version without details. Essentially, they had sex with four calves."
"Well let's hope he doesn't try it."
"Wait there's another tidbit he laid on me as well' Sean looked into Clay's eyes. "He saw me swallow your cock yesterday in the office. He was outside doing his bug thing. He also admitted he went back to his room and jacked off."
"Healthy reaction for a teenage boy who thinks he might be gay," Sean allowed. "Do we need to speak to him about it?"
"No, I think we've had enough sexual discussions for today. What's for lunch?"
"Fifth made grilled cheese sandwiches. We'll warm yours up." The couple rose and headed to the kitchen. "The boys were amazing today. All three of them seemed to enjoy learning how to read a blueprint and prepare a site for construction. We have the footings dug and will do the concrete work tomorrow while you're out with Erik. Oh and I forgot to tell you, I missed you and love you," He kissed Clay pushing his tongue into his husband's mouth.
"Get a room!" AJ shouted. "There are children present."
"You're such a baby," Vic retorted. Clay chuckled and Sean smiled his wicked grin.
"Ah here's Gunnar, all freshened up. Did you enjoy learning to drive and the overview of the ranch?"
"Pops, I never knew everything Grandpa and Mormor had going on here. It's quite the operation. I had no idea how involved things are. Now we get to build on it."
"Indeed we do. Tomorrow you will replace Erik in the Chicken Coop building process. Your brothers can bring you up to speed on preparing a site and squaring a plot to dig footers."
Gunnar nodded in agreement as he munched on his sandwich and drank a glass of milk.
"Clay, our daughters have done very well today too. The dining room is prepared, and I've started the rib roast. We'll start other dishes around 3:30. Birgitte is making the dessert."
"What are you fixing Gitte?"
"Swedish Apple Pie."
"Oh, the crustless pie with cinnamon. That will be quite the treat."
"I'm hoping Mormor will let Grandpa have a piece since there is no crust."
"Fingers crossed. I think I'd like to take a little siesta before our guests arrive at 4. Sean, would you like to join me?"
"Vic, Gitte, do you have it under control?"
"Sure Pops," the girls replied together.
AJ attempted to sing, "Skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight. Afternoon delight, Afternoon delight."
Clay charged his son, grabbed him, and swung him upside down. "Somebody grab me a bucket of water so I can mop the floor with this redhead." Everybody laughed. They laughed harder when Vic brought the bucket. Clay put AJ down on the floor. "You know son, a singer you ain't. Don't quit your day job?"
The teen jumped to his feet and replied, "I have got to remember you may be an old man but you're quicker than all get out."
Clay kissed AJ on the top of his head. "It's one-thirty wake us at three, please."
AJ pushed it a bit as he said, "Have a delightful nap."
AJ's back was to Sean as he watched for his dad's reaction. Sean pounced from the back and dug his fingers into AJ's armpits and started tickling. The boy collapsed in fits of laughter to the floor. "Stop... Pops, please Pop...ssstop, I'm... going... to... wet... myself." Sean moved to his son's sides as AJ writhed on the floor. Clay joined in then as did Gunnar, and Vic. AJ had tears running down his eyes as Sean reached for the soles of his boy's feet. "No No not the feet! NOT THE FEET oh please. Damn."
His brothers and sisters peeled back. "Gross!" Vic shrieked.
"He really did wet himself," Gunnar added.
Erik added, "Guess, I'll call you piss pants the rest of today."
"You do and we'll see how well you stand up to the same amount of tickling," Clay stated as he gave Erik the look.
Sean said, "Time for you to clean yourself up AJ. Hope you had a delightful time, I sure did. We'll have to do it again real soon." Pops smiled wickedly at the teen who was now sitting in a puddle of his own piss on the kitchen floor.
"Guess you're going to need that bucket after all sport," Clay noted as he walked hand in hand with Sean out to the foyer and up to their room.
Upstairs the pair entered the master suite and Farm Boy locked the door. Sean dropped his clothes as he headed for the bed.
"Permission to undress Sir."
"Permission denied. Bring yourself over here boy," Chief ordered. Clay walked over and stood on his side of the bed. "Put your right foot up here boy."
Clay bent his leg so that his right foot rested on the bed. Sean crouched on the mattress and grabbed the edge of the sock with his teeth and began pulling it down. When he had removed as much as he could over the shin and calf he grabbed the cloth by the toes and pulled at the sock until Farm Boy's foot was revealed.
Clay had started getting hard the moment Sean ordered him to put his foot on the bed. By the time the sock was off he was leaking precum into his clean shorts. He had to admit this was a new game. Chief was still surprising him after all these years.
"Left Foot," Chief ordered. Farm Boy switched legs and Sean repeated his very slow and deliberate removal of his husband's socks. When the second sock joined the first Sean ordered, "At ease boy."
Clay spread his feet apart to shoulder width and put his arms behind his back as he had been taught. Sean sat on the edge of the bed and started biting at Farm Boy's cock through the fabric of his shorts. The former quarterback moaned at the pain and pleasure he was receiving. Sean used his teeth again to tug at the short's hem and move them down. There was a big 9-inch problem as the waistband caught on the glans and refused to move lower.
Sean put maximum effort in his next pull and the waistband finally traveled down Farm Boy's cock and roughly over the glans. The rigid member snapped back against Clay's abs with a resounding thump as he took in a sharp breath of air.
"Kick them off, bottom boy," Chief ordered. Clay complied and returned to the at ease stance. Chief leaned in toward Farm Boy's crotch and let his hot breath land on the skin of the scrotum. He would inhale Clay's scent and breathe out hot hair as he moved at a snail's pace ever upwards to the sheathed cock head. He didn't stop there but continued up his husband's torso, maneuvering his head under the tee-shirt covering his impressive abs and pecs.
Sean stuck his tongue into Farm Boy's navel drawing another surprised gasp and a shiver from his lover. Still, further up, he moved stretching the limits of the shirt's fabric until he reached the heaving chest with its well-defined pecs. Sean moved his left hand to Farm Boy's right nipple and his mouth to the left one. Chief pinched the right nipple and bit the left one causing a gusher of boy snot to flow out of Clayton's prick. Soft moans and gasps escaped Farm Boy's lips as his Sir put more pressure on both nipples.
Sean abruptly stopped and switched nipples. This time the moans were louder. Chief felt for the hem of the tee-shirt behind his lover's back with his left hand. When he had the hem in his grasp, he released the left nipple and brought his right hand next to his left. Biting down a little harder on the right nipple Sean tore open the tee-shirt ripping the fabric up Farm Boy's back.
Pulling the remnants of the t-shirt up and over Clay's head, Chief ordered, "Turn around." Clay did a 180 so fast cock snot flew across the room. Sean was standing behind his husband rubbing his own leaking prick in the tight ass crack before him. His hands and fingers moved lightly in a fluttering motion around Clay's face, neck, shoulders, arms, and torso. Yet those dancing fingers never came close to touching the swollen manhood leaking profusely inches below them.
Chief moved in front of Clay, kissed him lightly on the tip of his nose, and shoved him back on the bed. Without being told Farm Boy pulled his knees up and out holding them in place with his forearms. It was both a view he knew Sean enjoyed and his signal that he needed fucked.
Chief had other ideas. He put his hands on the bottom of Farm Boy's toes and dragged his nails across the tender soles. Farm Boy knew what was expected of him -- as little a reaction as possible. He was to submit to Sean's desires and could only react if his Sir dug into his soles.
Chief kept his gaze fixed on Farm Boy's eyes. His sadistic sneer and nodding of his head let his sub know he was pleased, but there was more to come. He had come to know the Clay hated pedicures. He hated having his nails rimmed by others. He also disliked the pain from having the cuticle pushed back and shaved. Sean put his thumbnails under the nails on Farm Boy's big toes and flicked them. The pursed lips in reaction to the flicked nails indicated his submissive husband knew where he was going. Sir did the same to each toe from largest to smallest. He then used his thumbnails to push back the cuticle just above the lunula on each toe. There was more grimacing on Clay's part.
Sean switched direction again playfully saying, "This little piggy went to market." He sucked one of Farm Boy's big toes into his mouth. "This little piggy stayed home." He switched to the other foot and sucked on that big toe. "This little piggy had roast beef." He sucked all five toes of the first foot into his mouth and licked at them with his tongue. "This little piggy had none." The second set of toes was awash with Sean's saliva. "And this little piggy went wee," he slapped the soles of the upturned feet hard with his hands, "wee," another slap. "wee" a final slap, "all the way home.
Farm Boy's eyes signaled amusement. Chief smiled in amusement too. Before resuming his fluttering motion down Clay's legs to his groin. There he once more did his deep breathing exercises around Farm Boy's balls but instead of going up to the cock head he went down toward the now well-plowed furrow which was Clay's ass.
Clayton pulled his legs back further and spread them wider. He wanted to give his spouse as much access as he could in this position. His Sir had taught him how to rim by being an expert rimmer himself. Chief didn't disappoint. His tongue darted here and there around the sensitive anal entrance. He spit, then licked, and spit again. He probed with his tongue. Then using his hands he spread the skin tighter and do it all over again. Farm Boy's hole relaxed and began to open. Chief ordered, "push." And Clayton would bear down, and the hole would open even more. Sir continued to rim it and Clay's neck and chest glowed with the heat of his desire.
Sean thought back to their early days and it would take Clay 30 to 45 minutes to relax Farm Boy's hole enough for Chief to fuck him without him experiencing entrance pain. Now it was 10 to 15 minutes at the most. Reed put his three middle fingers at the entrance of the ass he had been rimming and the ass could easily take them.
Chief repositioned himself and took his man in one fluid motion that brought a smile to Clay's face and tears of joy from his eyes. He wrapped his legs around Sean and didn't intend to release him until his Chief had emptied his load in him. Sean fucked his husband rapidly then slowly. He would alternate been deep thrusts and short jackhammers at the prostate. The two would kiss and swap spit, tongues battling each other but Chief always winning.
"Squeeze those ass muscles boy, milk my man prick as your get fucked."
"Sir, Yes, Sir! Tell me I'm your dirty little bottom bitch!"
"Clay had gotten into the name-calling stuff while they lived in Pittsburgh. They had to get used to the term jagoff being thrown around. One day after losing a big game Clay insisted on being called a worthless bag of shit, a bitch, whore, cunt, and several others. It was the beginning of a verbal fetish he now enjoyed.
"There ain't nothing little about your faggot bitch bussy boy. It's as loose as a goose and we could slide 4 cocks in there at once. Tighten down the hatches faggot."
Farm Boy ground his ass into his Chief's demanding prick. Sean worked on the two sensitive nipples pushing and pulling on them and ever so often he'd use his thumb to spread the cock snot around the clans and under the prepuce of the dick pinned under him.
Twenty minutes after saddling up the Chief unloaded his pistol into the very steamy and hungry hole beneath him, On Sean's 7th and final blast, the rocket pinned under his abs shot 6 thick ropes of its own. Chief rolled to the side dislodging his cock from Clay's ass.
Farm Boy rolled from the bed and crawled between his Sir's legs and began licking up the anal and seminal juices covering Chief's penis. When he finished he posed a question. "Sir, permission to ask a question, Sir."
"You may ask your question Farm Boy."
"Sir, was this Farm Boy able to satisfy his Chief, Sir?"
"This Sir is well-satisfied Farm Boy. I hope boy enjoyed serving me."
"Sir, Yes, Sir." Clay crawled up and lay next to his husband. "I'm glad we found each other." And he snuggled up to Sean and dozed off. Chief smiled at the innocence of the man lying beside him. He was just as sweet and desirable as the day in the library. He dozed off as well feeling loving and loved at the same time.