This is the 10th chapter to this fictional story and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you have the previous nine. All characters and events are purely the product of my imagination.
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Surviving the Depression - 10
The next few months were uneventful. The businesses were starting to pick up a little but there still wasn't enough work to go around for the multitude of people. The pickers were still looking for steady work and a few had been able to move elsewhere to find it.
Mr. Thompson's bank was still struggling but was no where near having to close it's doors. The local stores were able to stay in business as long as they kept the things that people had to have and could afford to buy.
Dad and I had been seeing less and less of Mr. Wells since he had moved into this new office and Stan had been cleaning for him in the afternoons. We had only managed to see Stan a few times when we went by to pick up the old vegetables and a few other items. He usually was at Mr. Wells' office when we went by. On one of the rare occasions when he was there I got to ask him how everything had been going. He was happy to let me know that Mr. Wells had been paying him a little extra for his special work and he had managed to save some and was not planning on wasting it on anything that he didn't need. He explained that he and Mr. Balkin were doing just fine, and he thought he had figured out a schedule with him that pleased Mr. Balkin and didn't keep him tired all the time.
When I spoke to Mr. Balkin he said he hadn't felt better in years. He figured that all the exercise he had with Stan was actually doing him some good. He also said he loved the fact that Stan was there any time he felt like doing something. He believed that the job with Mr. Wells was the best thing that could have happened to both of them. It gave Mr. Balkin some rest from Stan and also allowed Stan to have his own spending money. Several times Mr. Balkin said he had tried to give Stan some money so he could get something for himself, but Stan said he didn't need it.
I took Stan over to the bank with me one evening when I was to meet Mr. Thompson and told him that Stan needed to open up an account where he could take this money out at any time. Mr. Thompson was happy to fill out the paper work and was actually surprised when Stan had almost two hundred dollars to deposit. I was a little surprised but also happy that Stan had been able to save his money. He told Mr. Thompson and I that he was going to save as much as he could so that he would never have to depend on a hand out from anyone.
Mr. Thompson looked at him and then me and I told him I would let him know the whole story of Stan later. Stan took his little book that showed his balance and just stared at it. When he finally came to his senses he looked at the both of us and excused himself as he all but ran back to Mr. Balkin to show him his account book.
I turned around to Mr. Thompson and grinned as I ran to him and gave him a big hug. He responded by hugging back and we stayed there for a few minutes before he broke the embrace.
"I know you would like to do a little more and so would I but I have to go meet an old friend of mine just outside of town." Mr. Thompson said.
I looked up at him a little sad that we would not be able to spend a little time together, but he said if I was able that I could come back the next day. I let him know that I would be back. I left the bank and headed to the cafe where Dad would be waiting on me. When I entered, the cafe was almost empty, but since it was still early this was not something out of the ordinary. Dad sat over in the corner sipping coffee and picking at a piece of apple pie. The waitress was standing by talking to him and the owner of the cafe.
When I approached, the waitress offered to get me a fountain drink as the owner of the cafe patted the seat beside him.
"Come on have a seat before I have to get up and go to work." The owner said.
I sat down as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug.
"Well how has life been treating you?" He asked me just to start the conversation.
"Fine, I guess." I stammered feeling a little uneasy since I usually didn't talk to the owner that much.
"Good, that's good, Dad and I have been talking about him trying to buy the cafe from me or at least the part that I own." He continued.
I looked over at Dad quickly because I normally knew every thing that he was planning on doing. I also was wondering what he would do about his family if he bought the cafe. He had never mentioned anything that would keep him from going back home.
"We are just talking about it." Dad said as he noticed the concerned look on my face.
"There are a lot of things to consider before I jump into the cafe business." Dad continued as he tried to ease the tension that was apparently showing on my face.
At that time a couple of oil rig workers walked into the cafe and the waitress went to serve them. As the owner watched her talk to them he could tell that they were ordering more than just coffee, so he excused himself and headed toward the kitchen area of the cafe.
When the waitress had taken their order, she came back to Dad and I and wanted to know if we would be needing anything to eat. I ordered a sandwich and fries and Dad ordered a roast beef plate. We sat there waiting on our food not saying a word.
"Ok, spit it out, what is bothering you?" Dad said as he looked right at me.
"If you buy the cafe, what are you going to do with your family back east?" I asked.
"That's one of the things I would have to work out before I bought the cafe." Dad said.
"From the letters my wife had been sending me, the store back home is starting to do very well and is actually showing a good profit." He continued. "She said that if it stays the same for a couple of more months that we would be doing very well and I could go back home." "The problem is that I really like it here and don't know if I want to leave." "Of course I love my family but don't know if they would be willing to come out here." "Like I said there is a lot of things I have to figure out before or if I buy the cafe, so don't get all worked up about it." Dad finished.
The waitress had arrived with our meals and we both settled in to cleaning our plates. We both decided that we would just go back to the shack and spend a nice evening alone. When we arrived Joe came running up to meet us as we came to a stop.
We both could tell he was a little upset so Dad invited him inside to have some coffee or a cold drink. Joe sat there just holding the drink and looking down at the ground.
"Joe, what seems to be the problem?" Dad asked as he sat down at the table.
Joe raised his head a little and then said, "We are going to be leaving at the end of the week and I really don't want to go."
"Where are you headed?" Dad asked wanting to know more about the move.
"We are moving about fifty miles south of here." "My father got a job in some processing plant and was also able to get me one." Joe continued.
"Hey, that sounds great." Dad said.
"Yeah, the work is great and we will be able to get into a real house, but I have a lot of friends in the camp and don't really want to leave." Joe continued.
"No need feeling sad about leaving your friends here, you and your father have a chance to make a better living for your family and right now that is a luxury around here." Dad continued.
"Now sit up and start to feel happy about the good luck you have, just think about all those people in the camp who don't have the opportunity to move to a real home." Dad said.
"I know your right but still I don't want to leave some of the people around here." Joe said.
"Come on Joe, Let's go to Grandma's kitchen and see if we can find something to do to take your mind off of leaving, may even find something that will make you want to leave." I jokingly said as I stood up to leave.
We walked to Grandma's kitchen and talked about all the things he would get a chance to do. Like not having to worry whether or not he would have enough food to eat, clothes to wear, or even if he could go into a store and buy a penny's worth of candy. He started to see that it was definitely for the best for him and his family to leave.
When we made it to Grandma's kitchen she met us at the door and informed us that it was time to feed the chickens and the cow needed milking. We got started on the feeding while she did the milking. We placed some hay in the small pen for the cow and cleaned the cow patties up as best we could. She had us place them in a pile behind the little chicken house. She said that it could be used for fertilizer later on when she planted a few things.
I finally told Joe that I was tired and needed to head back to my shack so I could get some rest. We made plans to go to town and maybe take in a movie before he and his family left. He seemed in a lot better mood about the move now that he knew we wanted him to leave.
When I got back to the shack Dad wanted to know if Joe was feeling any better. When I told him that we had made plans to meet before he left, Dad said that it sounded like a good idea. He then asked me if I was ready for bed and patted the mattress beside him. I removed my clothes and moved in beside him as he wrapped his arms around me. The warmth of his body was very soothing as I snuggled up as close to him as I possibly could.
"You know we have to realize that we will not always be together and the day is coming when one or both of us have to move on." Dad said as he ran his hand from my neck down to my belly button and then back again.
"Yeah, I know, just don't really want to think about it." I told him as I started rubbing my ass against his groin.
"Well we don't have to make any firm decisions this very moment." He said as he started pushing his cock between my ass cheeks.
I rolled over on my stomach and pulled him on top of me. As I spread my legs Dad settled between them. He started massaging my ass as he kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. He placed his dick right in the crack of my ass and started rubbing it up and down. I could feel the wetness beginning to build up from his pre-cum and the sweat that was running off of his body.
He moved the head of his cock at the entrance of my asshole and applied a little pressure. As I pushed back against him the head of his dick slipped inside. He held it there for a few seconds to be sure that I was lubricated enough for him to continue. When I pushed back against him, he knew that everything was all right and applied more pressure. He entered me a little further and then pulled back out. He continued doing this until his dick was slick enough that it would go in and out without any trouble.
After he slid his hands underneath my chest, he started a slow continues pumping into my ass. He would squeeze my breast as he thrust into me. The slow motion was like being in a rocking chair. He would thrust into me and squeeze my breast at the same time. Then release my breast as he pulled his dick out. I had started moaning right along with his thrusting. We kept at it for at least thirty minutes when I heard him say, "I have got to relieve my balls before they burst."
I was feeling too relaxed to say anything as I just nodded my head. He pulled his hands and arms from underneath me and I felt him as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled my ass up off of the bed. He got to his knees behind me and changed his pace to a fast hard one. Within seconds I could feel his dick swell just before it unleashed a steady volley of cum deep inside me. The warmth of the cum spreading inside me had a very calming affect as I just lay there with Dad on my back.
As he collapsed on top of me, he didn't pull his dick out as he planted a couple more kisses on my neck.
"Is there anything you want me to do for you now?" He asked as he pushed his hands back underneath my chest.
"Just stay where you are for a while." I said, as I was about to doze off.
I woke up the next morning with that pressing need to relieve my bladder and also get my dick to go back to its natural state. As I moved away from Dad he stirred and asked where I was headed. He told me to hurry back so we could have a little fun before we had to go to work. I grabbed the ole slop bucket and proceeded to empty what felt like a never-ending stream of piss. My dick got a little limp but didn't go completely soft as I was thinking about what Dad could be thinking.
When I returned my dick was as hard as ever as Dad noticed it swaying back and forth. He motioned for me to move in next to him as he grabbed my dick and slowly fed it into his mouth. As he pulled me down onto the bed he was careful to make sure my dick never left his mouth. He rose up on his knees and placed his head on his arms. He told me to take his ass and don't be gently about it.
I moved in behind him and started to rim him out when I noticed that Dad had all ready put oil on asshole and was ready. I moved behind Dad's ass and placed my dick at his asshole as he braced himself for what was to come. I pushed my dick in as hard as I could and it sank all the way in. Dad moaned as my dick hit bottom. He started moaning and groaning as I picked up pace. I could tell he was really enjoying the action I was giving his asshole, which only made me fuck him faster. All at once I knew I had reached that point of no return as my balls pulled up against my dick and then released their contents. My cum shot deep into Dad's asshole as I felt his spinster muscle start to contract and release as I knew he was cumming also.
Dad and I fell forward as both of us were spent for the moment. We lay there for about five minutes, both trying to catch our breath. I finally got up and got us both a towel and wash cloth so we could clean up and get the smell of cum off our bodies. I slowly gave Dad a bath as best I could with the wash cloth. When I had finished he did the same for me as we both got up and prepared breakfast.
There wasn't anything out of the ordinary at work and Joe seemed to have accepted the fact that he would be leaving in the next few days. When we got home Dad and I got ready to head back into town when Joe came by and wanted to talk to me about when they were going to leave. It turned out he would only be at work two more days and he wanted to make plans for the two of us to go to the show.
When Dad let me out at the bank I noticed that there was another car there besides Mr. Thompson's. It really wasn't anything to concern me, just figured it was some business that he was finishing up.
As I entered I noticed that Mr. Thompson was sitting on the sofa in his office along with an older man. This man was not as big as Mr. Thompson but was still larger than the average man on the street. He was nothing special to look at and if he wasn't wearing the nice clothes he had he could be just another old man. I could tell by the way he moved that he was a person of some wealth, but during this day in time that didn't mean he still had any money.
"This is Mr. Smith." Mr. Thompson said as he motioned toward the gentleman on the sofa.
"We have been talking about you and what special talents you have." He continued.
"You see Mr. Smith and I were friends like you and I are now." "Of course this was many years ago but we have tried to keep in touch." Mr. Thompson said.
"You could say that he is the reason that I am in the banking business." Mr. Thompson said.
"What you don't know is that Mr. Smith has had a little problem in the area of being able to function." Mr. Thompson said as he looked at me to see if I understood what he was saying.
"He would like to watch the two of us if that is all right with you." Mr. Thompson said.
"I don't mind if he watches and if he wants to join in that's ok too." I said as I started taking off my clothes.
Mr. Thompson and Mr. Smith just leaned back on the sofa and watched as I removed all my clothes and presented them with my semi-hard cock. I then moved over to Mr. Thompson and started opening up his shirt so I could rub my hands on his chest and round belly. While I was rubbing his stomach and chest he unfastened his belt and pants. He pushed me up so he could remove his clothes and then sat back down. I immediately grabbed his cock and started to suck on it.
As I was bobbing up and down on it I reached over started rubbing Mr. Smith's pants where I figured his cock would be. I could tell that it was not hard as I rubbed it through his pants. I moved around on the sofa so that my ass and dick was within reach of Mr. Smith. Within a few seconds I could feel Mr. Smith's hands as they started moving up and down on my ass. He reached between my legs and slowly pulled on my balls. He didn't touch my cock even though I wanted him too. He moved his hands back to my ass as I felt him spread my cheeks as far as possible. I could feel his warm breath on my asshole just before I felt his tongue.
He slowly started licking my asshole so gently that at times I could hardly feel it. I could tell that my asshole was opening to meet his tongue. If was if his tongue and my asshole were kissing, each responding to the other. I was enjoying it so much that I had forgotten about what I had been doing to Mr. Thompson. He reached down and pulled my head onto his chest and just held me there while Mr. Smith continued his love making to my ass.
I was moaning and rubbing my face against Mr. Thompson's hairy chest as Mr. Smith had started working a little faster and I figured he was getting excited. I could tell that Mr. Smith was moving around some on the sofa but was continuing to keep his mouth in contact with my asshole. All at once he pulled his face away and then pulled my right leg out and placed it on the floor in front of the sofa. This caused my legs to spread apart and for me to lose my balance a little. Mr. Thompson pulled me up a little higher on his stomach and told me to spread my legs as far as I could.
I could feel the head of Mr. Smith's dick as it rubbed against my asshole. It seemed as if Mr. Smith had trained my asshole as it began to open up wanting something to go inside it. Mr. Smith pushed the head of his dick in and then held it there, as I had to catch my breath. I figured it was because of the sudden entrance. Mr. Thompson held onto me tighter as he felt me tense up. Mr. Smith then started pushing more and more of his cock into me. Although there was no pain, there was a lot more pressure than I had every had while being fucked. Again I figured it was from the position I was in. Mr. Smith started pumping in and out being very slow and deliberate. I could here his breathing as it was beginning to get harder and harder. He started moaning as he picked up the pace.
My body was rolling with sweat and my head was sliding on Mr. Thompson's chest as it was being pushed forward and drawn back with the pumping of Mr. Smith. Mr. Thompson reached underneath me and started pumping on my dick. I knew that it wouldn't take very long before my cock would be shooting all over the both of us. When it did start shooting I could hear Mr. Smith grunt as my asshole clamped down on his cock. With one long grunt I felt Mr. Smith's cum as it shot out and then seemed to spread out all through my stomach and ass.
"Hold onto him as we turn him over." Mr. Smith said.
Mr. Thompson grabbed me and rolled me over on my back as Mr. Smith held his dick inside me. They were able to turn me over on my back so that I could get a good look at Mr. Smith. There was no mistaking the fact that he was old. The skin on his muscles were sagging and wrinkled. He looked at me and then motioned for me to look down at his cock and balls. I wasn't able to see his dick but I could tell he had a set of balls that were large and hung at least ten inches below his dick.
He looked at me and started grinning as he very slowly started pulling his dick out of my ass. It was no longer hard but wasn't completely soft yet either. At first I didn't know why he was making such a deal of pulling his dick out until I realized that it was about three inches across. He was pulling in out very slowly and after about six inches I was really getting impressed. Mr. Smith stopped and said, "What do you think about it so far?"
"Nice, it's very big." I said as I started to wonder just how large it was.
Mr. Smith smiled again as he started to pull out even more. After about ten inches were out I looked up at Mr. Smith as if to ask how much more could there be. He moved back and with a little jerk pulled the head out. He had the biggest dick head that I had ever seen. I reached down and started running my hands all over his dick just to see that it was for real.
"Be careful there or you might get it hard again." Mr. Smith said as he leaned back and started enjoying my hands on his cock.
"How big does it get?" I asked as I could feel the cum running out of my asshole.
"Just over fourteen inches before it swells to explode." Mr. Smith said. "And you were able to take all of it without any trouble."
"Yeah, I was never able to do that." Mr. Thompson said as he rubbed my chest.
By now Mr. Smith's dick was completely hard again and I had to see if I could at least get the head of it in my mouth. After a lot of trouble I had the head of his dick in my mouth but it was so large that all I could do was run my tongue around on it.
"How about some more of that lovely ass of yours?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Ok, but I want to lie on top of Mr. Thompson so I can suck his dick while he sucks mine." I said as I got up so Mr. Thompson could lie down on the sofa.
As I lay on top of Mr. Thompson I sucked his cock into my mouth as he sucked my cock down his throat. Mr. Smith moved in behind my ass as he started slowly feeding his monster of a dick into my asshole. Again there was a lot of pressure but no real pain. As it got deeper and deeper in me I sucked harder and harder on Mr. Thompson's dick. Mr. Thompson reached up and played with Mr. Smith's balls as he started pumping into my asshole.
We were able to go at each other for a good half-hour and I know I had cum at least three times in Mr. Thompson's mouth. Each time he would swallow and then continue to suck. He came once in my mouth and I continued to suck and lick until his dick was hard again. I could tell that Mr. Smith was near cumming and I started bracing myself because I knew he would start pumping faster the closer he got.
Mr. Smith grabbed my hips as he raised himself up and started ramming into me as hard as he could. Again I felt the heat of his cum as it spread deep in my asshole. He started pulling his dick out as Mr. Thompson moved up closer to my asshole. When Mr. Smith's dick was completely out Mr. Thompson started sucking at my asshole. He continued to suck and lick at my asshole until it had closed back up.
We sat there on the sofa for a while as they explained to me that years before Mr. Thompson and Mr. Smith were buddies and they had played with each other, but Mr. Thompson had never been able to take Mr. Smith's cock up his ass. As a matter of fact I had been the only person who had been able to take it and not feel pain. Mr. Smith said that he had tried it with a lot of men but they had all screamed out and had him stop. He had to resort to having sex with a horse that Mr. Thompson had helped him with.
I also found out that today was the first time in over two years that Mr. Smith had been able to even get hard. He wasn't sure why but was very grateful that he was able to. As we sat there I continued to fondle his cock and was still amazed at how large it was even though it was soft.
"Mr. Smith here would like to know if you would be interested in spending a little time with him on the weekends at his ranch." Mr. Thompson said.
"Sounds like a lot of fun but you know I have to ask Dad first." I told Mr. Thompson as I licked Mr. Smith's dick as though it was a lollipop.
Mr. Smith started moaning as his dick started to grow again. He waited until it was completely hard and he then stopped me.
"I want to watch you fuck Mr. Thompson here, he said you do it so well that you make him cum while you fuck him." Mr. Smith said.
Mr. Thompson only had to here this as he picked his legs up as high as he could as he rolled back on the sofa. I moved over and started licking his asshole as Mr. Smith rubbed his cock on my back. When Mr. Thompson's asshole was ready I raised up and started pushing my dick in his ass. Mr. Thompson started moaning as his dick got hard. Mr. Smith moved behind me so he could look over my shoulder.
Mr. Smith then placed his dick at my butt and started pushing his dick back up my asshole. I had to stop until Mr. Smith was inside. He then just stayed in place as I started pumping into Mr. Thompson. I was fucking Mr. Thompson and myself as I pumped into Mr. Thompson. Mr. Thompson started moaning as his dick was squirting cum onto himself and me. Mr. Smith pulled his dick out of my asshole and walked around to Mr. Thompson's head. We both looked at Mr. Smith's dick as he continued to pump the shaft. We both could tell he was about to cum as we placed our mouths on either side of his cock head. When his dick started shooting cum Mr. Thompson's and my tongue started trying to catch it as it came out. Mr. Thompson made a quick move of his mouth and suck most of the head into his mouth as he started sucking down Mr. Smith's cum.
When Mr. Smith was through cumming he just let his limp dick rest in Mr. Thompson's mouth. I took the time to start pumping feverishly at Mr. Thompson's asshole as he again shot cum on the both of us. I slammed my dick in as hard as I could as my balls started spraying my cum deep in Mr. Thompson's asshole. I then collapsed forward as Mr. Smith moved behind me and laid on top of both of us as he hugged me.
"I sure hope Dad let's you come visit me." Mr. Smith said.
A few minutes later we got up and went into the restroom and helped clean each other up. I left the bank and went to the cafe to find Dad. As we went home I told Dad about Mr. Smith and what he wanted me to do. I got so excited that I moved over and gave Dad a blow job. He didn't complain and said he didn't see anything wrong with me spending the weekends on Mr. Smith's ranch. After Dad had cum and I had cleaned him up I then decided to tell him how large Mr. Smith's dick was. I noticed that as I was telling him his dick was getting hard again. I knew that our sex tonight was going to last a long time.