Weekend At Woody's - Of Two

This story contains scenes of sexual activity between a man and two boys. If this story might offend you, please leave now. If you are under 18, please leave now. If such stories are illegal where you live, do not read any further.

This is a work of fiction. However, it is based, loosely, on my experiences as a boy.

Weekend At Woody's - Part One Of Two

I grew up on the mean streets of L.A. When I was 12, I had already been in trouble with the law a few times. My mom was single. I don't even think she knew who my dad was. She worked a lot and I was usually left alone and unsupervised.

After the most recent visit from the cops, my mom got really pissed. She was sick and tired of my bullshit and it was time to do something about it. She was sending me away for the weekend. My uncle had a small mixed farm near San Bernardino. I had never been there but the idea seemed kind of cool. Although, I wouldn't have admitted that to any of my friends. It was also cool because I would miss school on Friday.

Friday morning, my mom packed some of my stuff - enough for a month, I think. I dressed in the hottest street clothes. I was the total picture of cool - my baggy pants threatening to slide off my ass at any moment. Mom took me to the bus depot and I was soon on a bus headed for the country. It was kind of scary, but as I said, I was cool so I wouldn't let on to anyone.

The Greyhound eventually arrived at its destination. I was met by uncle Cal. He picked up my bag and soon we were in a dusty old pick up headed into the lush irrigated farmlands. We made a little small talk on the way, but mostly, I just looked out the window. By the way, my name is Jack Damon, but my friends just call me Jackie or Jackie D. I am sort of tall for my age at 5'10". I am slim and kind of athletic, although certainly not from playing any sports or working out or any uncool shit like that.

My upper body is tanned due to not wearing a shirt most of the time. My legs were mostly white except for a few inches above my high tops. Usually, I wore baggy shorts that hung below my knees. And I almost forgot. I have bleached blond hair, spiked with a whole lot of gel, although my natural color is brown. The only place my real color shows is on the little bush that has just started to grow above my four inch dick. The rest of me is like totally bald, man. But the chickies all think I am a good looking dude, which makes me pretty arrogant some times.

Arriving at the farm, I was shown to my cousin's upstairs room. My cousin's name was Martin. He lived on the farm with just his father. I had no idea where his mother, my Aunt, was. I had never met Martin, so I didn't know what to expect. Uncle Cal told me he would be getting off the school bus in about half an hour. I was to make myself at home and get comfortable.

The room had two single beds. It was totally uncool. There were plaques and ribbons on the wall from something called 4H. There were also pics of country and western stars. In one corner was a small ghetto blaster with some CD's. I looked over the stack of disks and found nothing but Garth Brooks, Shania Twain, and Alan Jackson. Man, who were these lame dudes. I was totally into rap and was a huge Eminem fan. This weekend was going to suck, music-wise.

I unpacked my shit and threw it in a pile beside the bed closest to the window. I kicked off my high tops and lay down on the bed. I think I must have fallen asleep. Next thing I know is that I am not alone. I cracked open an eye. There was this short dark kid standing next to my bed.

"Hey, you must be Jack," the kid said, holding out his hand. "I'm Woody. Well really, it's Martin but my dad calls me Woody."

Cool, I thought. This kid is named after a boner.

"I am your cousin, I guess," he said.

"Cool," I answered. "Nice to meet you, dude."

"Hey," he said, "I gotta change and go do some chores. You wanna come?"

"Sure," I answered. "Guess I got nuttin' better to do, man."

I sat up on the bed. Next thing I know, Woody is stripped down to these totally uncool white little kids underpants. I had to admit he was kind of awesome looking. His body was totally tanned and he had muscles. He was shorter than me, but I doubted I could take him in a fair fight. The hair on top of his head was brown and he appeared to have none anywhere else that I could see.

I watched as he rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a pair of red shorts. My eyes suddenly bug out as he strips off his briefs. Bending down, he pulls them off and tosses them into a laundry hamper. His ass is totally white with two perfect round cheeks. Now I had always thought I was totally into girls, but the sight of this naked ass bent over in front of me. Well, man, it made my dick stir a bit.

Woody bent over again and pulled on his red shorts. I got a good look at the little pink circle in between his ass cheeks. I had heard about guys fucking other guys in the ass, but it was like gay. So, why had I all of a sudden thought about it. This was sick.

Woody pulled up his shorts and turned back to face me. I couldn't help but look at the front of his shorts. They were a stretchy material that clung to him like a second skin. I could see the perfect outline of his soft cock and balls. I suddenly felt a little hot.

"Hey, Jack," he said. "Maybe you wanna dress in something more comfortable. It is gonna be real hot doin' chores."

"The name is Jackie," I said, trying to recover my cool demeanor. "I ain't got nuttin' light to wear, man. All my stuff is big and baggy."

Woody turned and reached back into his drawer. He brought out a pair of yellow shorts and tossed them to me.

"Here, put these on," he said.

I looked down at the shorts lying on the bed. They were the same clingy material as Woody's. I guess it wouldn't hurt to get comfortable. None of my friends were going to see me in these geeky shorts, anyway.

I turned my back to my cousin and started to strip. I was suddenly nervous and embarrassed. It had been a long time since I had been naked in front of anyone other than a doctor. I slipped off my t-shirt and tossed it. I undid my pants and slid them off my legs and over my shoes. I took a deep breath and grasped the top of my boxers. I lowered them as fast as I could.

Suddenly, I was bare assed naked in front of another boy. And, even though I felt a tinge of embarrassment, it felt sorta cool, too.

I quickly turned and grabbed the yellow shorts, using my other hand to cover my equipment. As I bent down to pull them on, I remembered how Woody's ass cheeks had spread open when he did it. I quickly sat down on the bed and squirm ed into the tight shorts. They were definitely too small for me and the outline of my package was very prominent in the front. I stood up, but tried not to face Woody straight on.

"Come on you guys," Uncle Cal yelled from downstairs. "The animals aren't going to feed themselves."

"O.K., dad," Woody yelled down the stairs.

I followed Woody downstairs to the kitchen.

"I gotta go out for a while," Uncle Cal said, looking up from some papers he was reading. "You guys get the chores done, and I will bring back something for supper. Oh, and you better spend some time with the new calf.

Her mother has rejected her and I have been bottle feeding her all day. Looks like we may have a long night ahead of us."

"O.K., dad," Woody answered.

He turned and headed out the screen door. He wasn't kidding when he said it was hot. I was real glad that all I had on was the shorts and shoes. Woody led us across the dirt yard to a large modern barn. As we entered, Uncle Cal got into his pick up and waved goodbye. We waved back.

Inside the barn it was a little cooler, but man, did it reek.

"How do you stand the smell?" I asked, gagging a little.

"What smell?" Woody asked.

"Man, you must be brain dead if you can't smell that," I said, holding my nose.

We walked down an aisleway, past a group of cows all in separate stalls. Woody handed me a pitch fork and told me to copy what he did. He started to haul hay from a large bale that was sitting at one end of the barn. I followed suit and was soon puffing and sweating. It hardly seemed to phase Woody. He worked at twice the speed I did, and, although he was sweating, he was not out of breath.

When we had hay in front of all the cows, Woody noticed my tired condition.

"You sit down over on that bale. I'll finish up the rest," he said, taking pity on me.

I sat down and watched. He went to a large bin and started baling out buckets of some kind of feed. By the time he was done, he had dumped a full bucket into the feed bin in front of each cow. And I was rested enough to help again.

"O.K., lets go feed the calf," he said.

Woody went to a dusty fridge and pulled out two large bottles of what appeared to be milk. Each bottle had a large nipple on it. He handed me one bottle and we walked towards a small pen. I heard a rustling noise as we neared the gate. As Woody opened it, the small brown and white calf was getting to its feet. She immediately headed for Woody and the bottle he was holding. He pointed the bottle to her mouth and she greedily sucked in the nipple.

As I watched, the calf appeared to inhale the milk without taking a breath.

Woody held the bottle steady. Several times, he reached down to his red shorts and patted the front. It was then that I realized he had a boner.

"So why do they call you Woody?" I asked, jokingly.

He realized that I had seen his swollen dick pushing against his shorts and blushed. He tried to turn away, but the sucking calf would not budge.

"My dad gave me that name. I guess it's cuz I always seem to have a woody.

Usually for no reason at all," he answered.

"So why do you have one now?" I asked.

He looked down at the calf and looked back at me.

"Well," he hesitated. "There are some good things about living on a farm."

"Like what?" I continued, not letting him off the hook.

To tell the truth, seeing my cousin spring a boner was having a similar effect on me.

"Well, you see the way this calf is sucking the nipple."

"Yeah," I answered.

"Well, she will suck on just about anything you put in her mouth."

I thought for a minute and then the light bulb went on.

"You mean you let her suck your dick?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah," he answered. "It feels great. Better than jerking off."

"Cool," I said, my cock now swelling at the thought of a calf sucking someone off - namely me.

"You gonna let her do it now," I asked.

I was really surprised by his answer.

"Yeah, sure, but only if you do it, too."

"Well, I ain't too sure, man. Does she have teeth?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I ain't never been bit, yet," he answered. "Been scraped a little a couple of times."

"O.K., dude," I said, "but you gotta go first."

Woody quickly popped the nipple from the calf's mouth. He pulled down his red shorts and a four and a half inch boner popped into view. He was uncut and had a small patch of brown pubes above the base. He took the bottle and shook it over his dick. Some milk came out, landing on his dick and his crotch area. He grabbed the calf by the ears and pulled her head towards his dick.

At first, she just sniffed it. Then with one large slurp, she inhaled Woody's cock completely. The look on Woody's face told the whole story. He was already in another world. The calf sucked on Woody's boner furiously. Every so often, it would slip from her mouth and Woody would sprinkle on some more milk. Each time, the calf found his reddening cock and slurped it back in.

"Oh, man! I'm gonna blow," Woody moaned.

The calf continued to slurp as Woody's almost nude body started to shake. His legs started to vibrate and, dropping the bottle, he grabbed the calf by the ears. I watched in awe as his orgasm tore through his body. He stood on tip toes. His hips were thrust forward and his ass cheeks were clenched tightly together.

After about a minute, he slipped his cock from the calf's mouth. It was very red, testifying to the tremendous sucking power of the calf's mouth. He let out a huge sigh and leaned back against the fence.

"Man, that was too much," he sighed.

Pulling up his shorts, he handed me the bottle.

"Your turn," he laughed. "Welcome to the farm."

To tell the truth, I was as much shy as I was nervous.

"Hey, dude, do you hafta watch me?" I asked.

"Why not?" he said. "You watched me! You a chicken shit or something?"

"No, I ain't no fucking chicken," I yelled. In my neighborhood, those were fighting words.

I changed places with Woody and dropped my yellow shorts. My boner popped into view, the head all shiny with precum.

"Hey man, you make white stuff already?" he asked.

"Yeah, man. I been creamin' for a couple of months now."

"Wow, I wish I could," he said, soundin disappointed.

The calf was already sniffing at my dick as I sprinkled some milk on it. Before I was even finished, my cock was in her mouth. The suction was fantastic. It felt like my cock was being sucked by ten mouths. I held onto the calfs ears, mainly to keep from falling down. I could feel my orgasm coming on like a freight train. Once the calf let my cock slip out of her mouth. Another application of milk and she was happily slurping away, again. I dropped the milk and hung on for dear life.

I could feel my cum boiling up inside me. I had never been so hard and never got off so quick.

"Oh, fuck, Woody," I screamed.

My whole body tensed up. It was like this little calf was gonna suck all my insides out through my hard dick. Suddenly, I was letting loose with my full load into the calf's slurping mouth. My whole body was tingling as my cum seemed to leave me in one long, hot blast. There were several smaller shots and then I was done. My cock started to get real sensitive and I had to pull it out fast. I whipped up my shorts as Woody fed the calf the other bottle.

"Oh, shit! That was awesome, dude," I moaned, still coming down off my high.

"How often do you do that?" I asked.

"I usually only do it once a day," Woody answered. "Otherwise my dick gets too sore."

"Cool. You got any other surprises up your sleeve, or in your pants?" I asked.

We both laughed. His was kind of "you'll have to wait and see" and mine was kind of nervous.

"O.K. Jack ... I mean Jackie. Time to go feed the pigs," he said.

We headed out of the large barn and over to a smaller one. As we entered, I could not help but think that the cow barn smelled like heaven compared to this one. I coughed and gagged as we neared the center of the barn.

All the pigs were in metal pens. There were some with babies. Some by themselves. And some in groups in their pens. When we got to the feed bin, there was a note on it.

"After you are done feeding, put the boar from pen 6 in with the sow in pen 24. Put him back in his pen when he is done. Also, the boar in pen 12 should be milked but be careful as he is a bit rammy." It was signed, dad.

"Wait `til you see this," Woody said, a big grin covering his face.

We proceeded with the feeding. It involved filling a large motorized cart with feed and moving it down the aisles between the rows of pens. Woody would scoop out one or more buckets, depending on the number of pigs in the pen, and dump them in the troughs. By the time we were done, I was sort of getting used to the smell. But it was still totally disgusting.

Once we had put the empty cart away, Woody picked up a metal rod and lead the way to a pen with the number 6 painted on a metal plate. The pig inside was huge. I would sure not want to mess with him. Woody opened the gate and poked the pig with the rod. The pig let out a squeal and headed off towards the end of the row. We followed until we reached pen 24. Woody opened the gate. The big pig needed no prodding to enter. He sniffed the air a few times and joined the sow in her pen.

"This is so cool," Woody said. "Just watch what happens."

We stood beside the pen and waited. The big pig (I would soon find out he was a boy) sniffed at the back end of the smaller sow (this is a girl pig). The sow kept moving away, but the boar kept following.

"Look under him," Woody ordered.

Looking under the boar, I saw that his dick was sticking out from between his hairy legs. It was long and funny looking. The skin was shiny and sort of pink with gray patches on it. The end looked really weird. Almost like the end of a corkscrew.

Suddenly, the boar pinned the sow in a corner. He lunged at her back end and reared up on his hind legs. His long dick was pointed to a slit below her ass hole. He humped his body forward until the corkscrew on his dick lodged in the sows slit. Then he sort of walked his hind end forward, sliding his dick in as he went. The sow just stood there, letting it happen. When the boar had his dick in the sow, he started to hunch his back and down. This caused his dick to slide in and out of her.

"Holy shit," I yelled. "They are fucking!"

"Yeah, stupid," Woody said, with a smirk. "What did you think they were doin' - dancing?"

I smacked him on the arm and then watched the boar go at it. I realized I was getting a boner watching the boar fuck the sow. I had never seen two animals fuck before. It took a while, but the boar finally let out a few grunts, humping his cock into the female. Then he slid off. The sow just stood there like nothing had happened.

Woody opened the pen and the boar walked out. Woody used the metal rod to direct the boar back to his pen. The boar seemed afraid of the rod.

"What is that thing?" I asked.

"It is an electric livestock prod," Woody answered. It has batteries in it and gives the pig a shock. Want me to try it on ya?"

"No way, man," I said.

"You like to jerk off?" Woody asked.

This was a weird question. I looked at Woody and he was wearing a huge grin.

"Do you?" I asked.

"Of course, stupid," he said.

"Yeah, I do it sometimes," I answered, not wanting to admit it until he had.

"Well, you are gonna get to jerk off a pig," Woody laughed.

"No way, dude," I said, remembering the pigs ugly dick. "I ain't touchin' pig dick."

"You will, buddy," he said. "I betcha."

We headed for pen 12. The boar in this pen looked just plain mean. He snorted as we approached and bumped the pen gate. I was a little nervous and hung back. Woody seemed to know what he was doing as he opened the gate and used the prod to move the boar along the row. He worked it down to the end and through a doorway at the end of the barn. I followed Woody at a safe distance. Woody and the pig disappeared through the door and I followed. The room contained a large metal contraption, similar to the pens. Only, it was a lot taller and appeared more closed in. The boar entered the contraption as if he had been there before.

Woody poked the pig with the rod and forced it to raise its front legs up what looked like an angled ladder. Eventually, the boar was all the way in. His front end was well up in the air. Woody closed the back of the pen, blocking the boar in. The sides of the pen held the pig in one position so that he could not move.

Woody then lead me around to the side of the device and then under it. We were now below the pigs raised front end. I suddenly realized that the hairy tip of his cock was pointed at us.

"What if he pees?" I asked.

"He ain't gonna pee," Woody said.

Woody took a squirt bottle from a small table next to the pen. He sprayed it on the end of the pigs dick and then all over its balls and belly.

"Disinfectant," he said, before I could ask.

He took his bare hand and started to rub the disinfectant around, especially on the pigs dick. He rubbed for a minute and then the pigs cock started to come out of the sheath it was hidden in (sorta like my foreskin, I thought). Woody continued to rub until the pigs dick was sticking out almost a foot.

I happened to look down at Woody's shorts and saw that he had a full boner sticking up in front. Watching Woody rub the big cock started to get me horny. For some strange reason, I reached out and touched the pigs cock. It was warm and a little bit slippery.

"Told, ya," Woody said, a satisfied look on his face. "Told ya you'd touch it."

I really couldn't help it. Before I knew it, my hand was moving back and forth along with Woody's.

"There, you keep rubbin'," he said, and I did.

The pig was grunting, now and Woody got a big shiny cup. Well, it looked like a cup but much bigger. His spare hand joined mine in stroking the pigs dick. My fingers found the weird tip and felt along the ridges. Suddenly, the pig let out a loud grunt. Yellowish- white liquid shot out of the tip into the big cup.

"Keep rubbing," Woody yelled. "We gotta get it all."

I rubbed for all I was worth. The pig cum smelled really strong and almost made me gag. I was glad mine wasn't like that. As we finished "milking" the boar, I looked down at my yellow shorts. Precum stained the front in a small circle the size of a quarter.

"Shit, man! That made me so horny," I said.

"Yeah, I usually have to jack off after I do it," Woody said. "Hey, you wanna do it now."

I had never jacked off in front of anyone before, but the idea seemed to make my dick harder. Back home, it would have seemed gay, but here, it seemed almost O.K.

"Yeah," I said, "but where can we do it."

"Hey, city boy. I got another little farm surprise for you," he said. "But first we gotta get the boar back."

Woody moved out from under the pen. He took the pig cum and put it in another old refrigerator. Man, this place had a lot of them. He then unlocked the cage. Using the rod, he got the boar to back out. It only took a few minutes to get him locked in his pen. Woody put the rod back and we went back to the cow barn.

"No way, man," I said, "my dick is too tender to try the calf, again. Maybe tomorrow."

"That's not what I had in mind," he said, with a grin.

Woody went to the fridge and got out a container of milk. It was different than any I had ever seen before. It was very thick and slightly yellow.

"This is cream from the separator," Woody said, sensing my question, again.

He took some of the cream and poured it into two shallow pans. He handed me one of the pans and returned the rest of the cream to the fridge. He motioned for me to follow. He lead the way up a steep set of stairs that went up to the floor above us. I had to climb carefully so I didn't spill the cream. When I stepped off onto the landing at the top of the stairs, I found myself surrounded by hay. Bales and bales of it.

Woody climbed over some of the bales and headed for the back corner of the hay loft. I followed until we came out into what looked like a small cave made of hay.

"In here," Woody said, quietly. "Shit, why am I whispering?"

I followed Woody as he sat the cream down on a bale of hay. He peeled his shorts off and laid them out on the floor. He sat his bare ass on the shorts. He spread his legs. For the first time, I got a real good look at his four and a half inch, hard cock. It was uncut, but the skin was now well back off the head.

"Come on," he said. "Don't be a chicken."

There was that damn chicken word, again. Before long, I was gonna have to lay a severe woopin' on this dudes ass. Fighting my embarrassment, I pulled off my shorts and then tried to sit on them. Only I missed. Man, that freakin' hay was picky. I quickly adjusted my shorts to protect my tender butt.

Woody started to make some weird noises. Before long, I heard another noise. A cat appeared somewhere out of the hay. She looked at Woody, then headed for the cream. Woody grabbed the cat and held her. With one finger, he took some cream and coated his cock and balls. He set the cat between his legs and pointed the cats nose at his dick. The cat started to lick the cream from Woody's cock. Woody kept adding more cream to his dick as the cat removed it.

"Hey, what am I supposed to do, dude?" I whined.

Woody made some more noises. Suddenly, a half dozen kittens came rolling out of the hay. I put some cream on my finger and held it out to a little gray kitten. It started to lick the cream from my finger. I then covered my cock and balls, just as Woody had. I picked up two kittens and placed them between my legs. Before I knew it, my cock was being licked by what felt like sand paper.

At first, I could not stand it. The feelings in my dick and balls were so intense. I started to squirm just like Woody. Slowly, my cock started to adjust to the feelings. I replenished the cream and the kittens kept licking. Soon a third and fourth had joined in. I could barely hold still enough to keep applying the cream.

"Oh, shit," I heard Woody moan. "I am cumming."

Woody lay back on the hay. His whole body seemed to contort as the cat licked him. Suddenly, his cock twitched and throbbed. It was hard for the cat to stay on it, but she managed. After almost a minute of acute pleasureful agony, Woody pushed the cat aside. He crawled over to where I was laying.

"Can I watch you shoot?" he asked."

I was not too thrilled with the idea, but finally relented.

The feelings in my cock soon warned me that my explosion was near. I added several large globs of cream and lay back. The kittens zeroed in on my cock and my sac. I almost screamed as my cum shot up my dick. Several small squirts blasted out of my dick. The kittens back off, momentarily, but then renewed their attack. My whole body seemed to spasm uncontrollably as I emptied out the contents of my balls. Finally, the tenderness in my cock forced me to move. I wobbled to my knees, then tried to stand. I had to steady myself on several hay bales as my legs tried to function.

"That was the best," I said, to no one in particular.

"Yeah, I know," Woody said. "It's my favorite."

We quickly dressed. Woody left the cream for the cats and we climbed down the steps. He informed me that his dad would be home soon and we still had to feed the chickens. We rushed through the job, but as we did so, I noticed he was smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, just another little farm surprise," he said, "for tomorrow."

We left the chicken house just in time to greet his dad in the yard. We had pizza for dinner. After dinner, I found I was really tired. I decided on a shower and early bed. Man, would my mom have been surprised.

Woody followed me upstairs.

"You wanna share a shower?" he asked.

"No, man," I said. "That is kinda gay."

I could tell by the look on his face that my comment had hurt him. He did not answer. He hung his head and left the bathroom. I stripped off the shorts and dropped them in the hamper. I took a quick shower. Normally, this would be my favorite place to jack. But not tonight. My poor little dick was tender after the days activities. After drying, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed for bed.

I heard the shower running. I got into bed, naked, covered by a sheet. A little while later, Woody came in. He had not bothered with a towel. His soft dick dangled between his legs as he headed for his bed.

"Nite," he said, softly, before switching off the light and sliding under the sheet.

"Hey, dude," I had a real cool day," I said, sincerely.

"Yeah," Woody said. And that was the last I heard from him.

Sometime in the night, I woke up. I tried to ignore the fact that I had to piss, but finally, I had to get up. I looked over at Woody's bed. Weird. It was empty. I walked down the hall to the bathroom. I didn't bother with the light. I emptied my bladder in the toilet and then left the room. I didn't flush, not wanting to wake my uncle. There was a little light shining through my Uncle's partly open bedroom door. I realized that the sun was coming up. Shit, it was too early for that.

As I passed Uncle Cal's door, I realized that I could see in, coming from this direction. Being curious, I peeked inside. What I saw made my eyes bug out. Uncle Cal lay on his bed. A sheet covered the most of the lower part of his body, but it was obvious he was naked under the sheet. Woody lay face down, partly on Uncle Cal's chest and partly on the bed. One leg was draped over my Uncle's crotch and one arm across his chest. That would not have bothered me, except my cousin was completely naked.

I could see his balls dangling between his legs. I was totally freaked out. Why would Woody and his dad be sleeping together, totally naked? I quickly and quietly left the room and went back to bed. Strange thoughts raced through my head as I tried to sleep. I must have dozed off at some point. The next thing I knew, Woody was shaking me awake.

"Hey, city boy," he said. "We don't get to sleep all day around here."

I think I mumbled something. I struggled to wake up. Sensing that I was at last conscious, Woody went downstairs. I was about to get out of bed when I realized something. My bed felt wet. I was laying on my stomach. I reached down to my crotch area and felt a sticky mess. Shit, I had cum while I was sleeping. How was I gonna hide this from Uncle Cal. I got out of bed, making sure the top sheet covered the mess. I ran into the bathroom and cleaned my cock and balls.

I went back to the bedroom. After eyeing my hot clothes, I opted for another pair of Woody's yellow shorts. I went downstairs for breakfast, forgetting about the mess in my bed. It was Saturday. Did they work on the farm or take the day off like normal people? I would soon find out. We ate a huge breakfast I could not believe how hungry I was.

After breakfast, Woody said we had to go and gather the eggs. We went to the hen house and grabbed a couple of baskets. Woody explained that they had just enough chickens to supply eggs for themselves and to sell some locally. The hen house, like every other building on this farm, stunk.

We gathered up all the eggs into our baskets. As we finished, Woody had that damn grin on his face.

"You up for another surprise?" he asked.

As all of Woody's surprises seemed to involve getting my rocks off, I told him I was always ready. My dick seemed to have lost its previous nights tenderness. In fact, just the thought of cumming again was making it hard. And, as always, Woody seemed to have a boner in his shorts.

"Watch the chickens," he said. "As soon as you see one lay an egg, grab her."

I watched some of the chickens but nothing seemed to happen. Woody suddenly scooped up a chicken by the legs and held it upside down. I watched in amazement as he pulled down his shorts, exposing his hard boy dick. Man, this kid was always ready. Holding the chicken by the feet, he stroked the front of its neck and chest. The chicken, which had been struggling, settled down.

Holding the feet in one hand, Woody pulled down on the birds tail feathers with the other. This exposed the back end of the bird. There were two holes there. Woody quickly stuck his dick in the top one. The chicken squawked a bit, but she quickly settled down. Woody then started to slide his dock in and out of the chickens hole. Soon he got that "look" on his face that I had come to recognize. "Oh shit', he cried out and started to stroke faster. His small body started to buck as he fucked the chicken. His whole body spasmed as he came inside the chickens hole.

When he was done, he pulled out and tossed the chicken away, quickly. He pulled up his shorts.

"Now we gotta find you one," he said. "That was really hot."

"You always fuck chickens in the ass?" I asked.

"That wasn't its ass, city boy," he laughed. "That was the hole the eggs come out. It is called the ovi-something-or-other."

We watched the chickens until Woody spotted another one dropping an egg. He picked it up by the legs and motioned me to drop my shorts. When he handed it to me, the wings were flapping wildly. He showed me how to rub its chest and neck to calm it down. It worked. The bird relaxed enough for me to stick my dick inside. And, he was right. It was hot - or at least very warm inside the ovi-whatsit. I started to fuck the chicken. It was a tight hole and it seemed to grab and stroke my hard little dick.

I could already feel my cum welling up inside me and started to fuck for all I was worth. Unfortunately, the chicken started to object. In my pre-orgasm bliss, I forgot to stroke its chest. With a burst of squawking and flying feathers, the chicken exploded off my cock. Its flailing feet left several long, deep scratches next to my dick. My cock was a bright red and felt like it was on fire.

"Oh, shit, that was wild," Woody laughed.

"Yeah, right, asshole," I yelled. "Now I'm bleeding."

Woody told me to pull up my shorts and we headed for the house with the baskets of eggs. I walked gingerly as my cock and groin area were on fire. Arriving at the house, we found Uncle Cal in the kitchen. He greeted us. Taking the basket of eggs from me, he noticed the small amount of blood staining the yellow shorts.

"What have you guys been up to?" he asked, looking right at Woody.

"Oh, nuthin' dad. Just gatherin' eggs," Woody lied.

"Yeah and messing with the chickens while you were at it, if I know you," Uncle Cal said. "You little pervert."

"Come on, Jack," he said to me. "We better have a look at that. Chickens carry some pretty nasty bugs. Don't want you getting an infection and having your peter drop off."

"Just kidding," he said, seeing the sudden look of horror on my face.

Uncle Cal lifted me onto the kitchen table and lay me on my back. I went a bright red as he slid my shorts to my knees. He went to a cupboard and got out a spray can and a small tube. He also fetched a wash cloth. As he washed my cock, balls and surrounding area, I got even more embarrassed. My dick had not managed to get its load off inside the chicken and was now standing at attention.

Uncle Cal ignored it. He sprayed my groin area with a cool liquid. Man, did it sting. I let out a gasp as the coolness turned to fire wherever I was scratched. Uncle Cal then took some cream from the tube and applied it gently to the scratches. I looked down at my throbbing dick. A drop of precum had formed on the end and was threatening to run down the side. I prayed that he would get this done - fast.

When he had tended the more obvious scratches, he brought his face closer to my hard cock. He took my five inch boner between his fingers and examined it.

"Damn," he said. "You even managed to get this scratched. Even Woody never had that happen."

I cringed as Uncle Cal took some of the cream and rubbed it into the shaft of my dick.

"Oh, shit! Don't do that," I moaned.

"It will just take a second," Uncle Cal explained. "I have to make sure you don't get an infection."

"B... b... but, I'm gonna....shit...," I whined.

But it was too late. As Uncle Cal manhandled my sensitive boner, I felt my cum rising. My dick jerked between his man-sized fingers. A shot of cum burst free from my dick and hit Uncle Cal in the cheek. He continued to rub my dick, but moved his face as several more volleys erupted from my swollen cock. He let go and the rest of my cum dribbled down the side of my cock as its spasms slowly subsided.

My face felt red and very hot. I had just been jacked by my uncle. Yeah, it was an accident, but it had still happened. Without saying a word, Uncle Cal took the wash cloth and cleaned up the mess. Through all this, Woody never said a word. When the cleanup was finished, Uncle Cal lifted me to the floor and pulled up my shorts.

"You guys better clean these eggs and then wash up for lunch," he said and then left the room.

Woody grabbed a basket of eggs and I followed suit. We headed for the barn. We washed the eggs and placed them in what Woody called flats. These were put into another old fridge. This place had more fridges than Sears. We went to the house and washed up for lunch. I was pretty embarrassed as we sat down at the same table where I had just cum on my Uncle's face. I thought about it all the time we ate. When we were done, Woody and I did the dishes.

"You guys can either come to town with me or just goof off for the afternoon if you want," Uncle Cal said.

"Can we take out the four-wheeler?" Woody asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," he answered, "but take it slow."

Woody raced from the house with me hot on his heals. We went to what Woody called the "drive shed". Woody raced to something covered by a dusty old tarp. He pulled it off, exposing a shiny blue four wheel drive ATV. It was the hottest looking machine I had ever seen. Woody climbed onto the seat and motioned me to sit behind him. I climbed up as Woody pressed the starter. It roared into life and we shot out the door. I had to put my hands around Woody's bare chest to keep from falling off.

We rode around the farm for about half an hour. We followed a fence line to the very back of the farm. There was a big pond here that looked cool and very inviting. The day was hot and the sun was high, and we were both sweating. Woody pulled up by the pond and shut down the machine. Before I could even say "what", he had his shorts off and had dived into the water. I got off the machine. I was reluctant to strip, but common sense soon prevailed. Woody had already seen everything I had. There was no reason to bashful.

I whipped down my shorts and dove into the water. It was nice and cool and quickly washed the sweat from me. The bottom of the pond was really squishy mud. If you stood on it for any length of time, you started to get sucked in. So mostly, we just swam and floated. After about 15 minutes, I was getting tired, not to mention bored.

I decided to relax by floating on my back. I don't know where my head was, but pretty soon, I had a boner. As I floated, it looked like a small mast on a sailboat. It was kind of cool. The more I looked at it, the harder it seemed to get.

Then I heard a noise. I quickly flipped upright in the water and looked around. Woody was looking, too. There it was again. Over by the four wheeler. It sounded like a giggle. Then I saw my yellow shorts and Woody's red ones disappear behind the vehicle.

"What the fuck," I said.

Then Woody started to laugh.

"O.K., Margie. Very funny," he yelled. "Now, put our shorts back where you got them."

"No way," a girls voice said. "You have to come and get them."

"I'll come and get `em all right and you'll be sorry," Woody yelled back.

Woody swam for the edge of the pond. He quickly scambled up the bank and ran for the four wheeler. His bare ass was smooth and gleaming in the afternoon sun. He disappeared behind the four wheeler and I heard a girl scream. Gathering my nerve, I swam to the edge of the pond and got out. Walking slowly, so that I could keep my hands cupped over my boy jewels, I approached the four wheeler. I heard laughing and giggling as I went around the end.

There was Woody. He was on top of what appeared to be a girl. She had long hair and wore shorts and a cut-off top. Woody had her pinned to the ground, totally oblivious to the fact that he was naked.

"You wanna mess with me," he yelled. "Maybe you should go swimming with is."

"Hey, Jackie," he yelled to me. "Come and help me. This is Margie and she wants to go swimming."

I just stood there like a dummy. Was he going to strip her naked like we were? I had seen naked girls on the net but never in person. My hard boner poked against my protecting fingers at the thought.

"Hold her arms for me," Woody yelled.

Suddenly, all my inhibitions vanished. I ran to the girls head and dropped to my knees. I grabbed her hands and pulled her arms above her head. For the first time, I got a good look at her. She had red hair. The reddest I had ever seen. Her face was cute but loaded with freckles. She was squirming under Woody. He was straddling her - well right over where her pussy was. I could see his balls and his hard cock reaching towards her belly button. Her tummy was bare. The shirt she wore was tied at the waist.

"Well, you got to see us naked," he told her. "Now it's our turn."

Woody reached for the knot where the girls shirt was tied. I had to hold her wrists really tight as she fought like a tiger. For the first time, she looked at me. She looked a bit scared.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," I warned Woody.

"It's O.K.," Woody replied. "It won't be the first time I have seen Margie naked. Will it Margie?"

She struggled some more as Woody undid the knot. Once he had the two ends apart, he undid the four buttons that held the shirt together. Shit, he was gonna do it, I thought. I could feel the precum on my dick where it touched my leg. This was too much.

Woody took his time undoing the buttons. When they were all undone, he left her shirt closed, with just a little bit of flesh showing. Then, with a flip of his hands, the shirt was gone and I was looking at - tits. Girl tits! Well, they really weren't all that big. But they were still tits. My first real tits and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I guessed that Margie was probably the same age as Woody and I and probably a neighbor.

I looked at the pinkish brown nipples on her chest. They looked, well, almost transparent. The flesh was thin and a little puffy. They stood on top of two small mounds that didn't look like much. Most likely because she was laying down. I held on tight and gazed at the milky mounds.

Woody slid down the girls legs. She let out a little scream as he reached for the button and zipper on her shorts. Man, he was really gonna do it. I started to shake in anticipation. I was gonna see real pussy. Again, Woody took his time. Undoing the button. Slowly sliding the zipper down.

"No, please," Margie moaned.

Cool! From what I could see, she had no panties on. Just the shorts. Woody slid the zipper until it was all the way down. Lifting slightly, he reached under Margie's waist. He took hold of her shorts and started to pull them down from the back. I was really breathing hard, now. My dick throbbed like I was gonna cum any second. I watched in tortured suspense as the material slid down, uncovering more and more milky white skin. Then I saw it! Hair! Bush! Red hair! She had hair on her pussy.

I leaned forward for a better look. My chest was now over Margie's face and my dick poked into her hair. I held my breath as, with one final flourish, Woody bared the girls pussy. I couldn't see much from where I was. Mostly just red hair. Woody stood up, removing the girls shorts from her legs and feet.

"Let her go," he ordered.

So I did. She tried to cover herself for a minute. Then she let out a growl.

"I am gonna get you, you little prick," she screamed.

Woody grabbed her shirt and shorts and headed for the water. I could see Margie's white ass as she took off after him. And, before I knew it, I was hot on her trail. Woody stood at the edge of the water. He threw her shirt and shorts out onto the pond. He then grabbed Margie by the wrists.

"Let's throw her in," he said. "Take her feet."

I hesitated a moment, before bending to grab her ankles. I got hold of them and lifted them until they were on either side of my hips. Then it hit me. Her legs were apart. I was staring at her pussy. Cunt! Real cunt! It peeked out from the small bush of red hair. Just a slit. Nothing to see, really. But still, my first pussy.

"Okay," Woody said. "On the count of three, toss her."

He counted to three and we swung the girl out over the water. She landed on her back with a big splash. Woody quickly dove in and I followed. Man, my friends would never believe this. I was swimming with a naked girl. What followed was a half hour of sheer joy. We swam and played and even wrestled. It quickly became apparent that Margie was interested in me as she spent a lot of time wrestling with me. It was cool. Or should I say, hot. I must have touched every part of her slippery body at least a dozen times.

After a while, we started to slow down and finally Woody suggested we go lay on the bank. This was okay with me as it would give me a chance to see Margie naked and out of the water. We climbed up the bank and lay on our backs in the bright sun. I noticed that Margie made sure she was between Woody and I. We lay there, soaking up the sun and drying out bodies. I was still hard, but somehow it didn't seem to matter.

Margie leaned over and whispered something to Woody. They whispered back and forth for a minute then Woody laughed.

"Margie wants to know if you shoot, yet," he said.

"Shit, yeah! You know I do, dude," I answered.

Oops! I had just told her that Woody had seen me shoot. Damn!

"Margie wants to see it," Woody laughed.

My face went red. I thought about it for a minute then the light bulb went on again.

"The only way she is gonna see it is if she makes it happen," I answered.

"Cool," Woody said. "She has helped me jerk off the pigs before, so your little wiener shouldn't be a problem."

I was ready to get up and lay a beating on the boy. At least my dick was bigger than his. I lay there waiting to see what Margie would do. She was still facing Woody, but turned her head and looked at me. He face was red enough that most of her freckles had merged into one big red blotch.

Without warning, she rolled towards me. She reached for my stiff cock.

"No way," I said, pushing her hand away.

This was my big chance and I wasn't about to lose it.

"If you get to play with mine, I get to play with yours," I said.

Margie looked me straight in the eyes. We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity.

"Okay," she said.

The girl got up and turned her body in the opposite direction to mine. We rolled on our sides. My dick was pointing at Margie's face and I was looking at her pussy. As the hair was still wet, I had a great view.

Margie reached for my cock and started to stroke it. It was all I could do to keep myself from shooting. Instead, I reached for her small, wet lips and tried to concentrate on them. My finger parted the hair and I stroked up and down the smooth slit. Margie must have liked it. She raised her uppermost leg, causing her pussy to open slightly. My finger slipped into the opening.

Although I had never done this before, I had seen pictures and read stories. My finger quickly located her clit and I started to stroke it. Margie let out a deep sigh of contentment. I was barely aware of her fingers stroking my swollen dick. My mind was totally focussed on the little opening in front of my face. I still don't know what came over me, but I suddenly had a great urge. My fingers spread the lips of her pussy and I leaned forward. My tongue found her clit and I started to lick it.

The taste was indescribable. It had a fresh odor and flavor that I found intoxicating. Margie started to moan slightly as my tongue bathed her erect little clit. Every so often, I would give my tongue a rest and suck on her clit. She seemed to like it as her hips pushed towards my face, more and more.

I was hoping she would get the hint and take my cock in her mouth. But she didn't. She seemed content to play with it and look at it. Suddenly, a series of shudders rang through her body. Her hips pushed forward until my tongue was deep inside her. Slowly the shudders subsided. She lowered her leg, closing herself off to me.

Without warning, a great surge of pleasure swept through my young body. My hips bucked forwards and my cock swelled slightly. A clean, white shot of cum burst from my cock head and arced over onto Margie's face. She continued to stroke my hard dick as more cum exploded onto the grass and then onto her hand. I heard a strange moaning noise and was startled to realize that I was the one doing the moaning.

As I came down off my high, I looked over at Woody. He had his cock in his hand and had that "look" on his face. He had just cum and was slowly winding down. Margie got up and went to the pond. She quickly dove in and retrieved her clothes. I watched as she came back to the bank and struggled into the wet shorts and top. None of us spoke as she quietly disappeared behind the ATV and across the next field.

After she was gone, Woody and I rested.

"Man, you are lucky," Woody said.

"Why?" I asked.

"She never did that for me," he replied. "I sure wish she would."

"Yeah! I hope so," I said. "You'll love it."

We had been there quite a while when I realized my legs were starting to burn. We got our shorts on and climbed aboard the ATV. It was late in the afternoon when we got back to the house. Woody had chores to do and I helped him as best as I could. Which probably wasn't a whole lot.

When we returned to the house, Uncle Cal told us to wash up as supper was ready. Woody and I raced upstairs and washed. By the time we got back to the table, dinner was sitting waiting for us. There was roast beef, potatoes, carrots and beans along with a big bowl of gravy. I dug in and managed to devour two plates before I pushed back from the table. It was weird. Being on a farm had given me a real appetite and had turned a usually picky eater into a glutton. I rarely ate vegetables at home. My idea of a vegetable was fries at McDonald's or Burger King.

After dinner, we made one more trip to the barn. We fed the new calf and put down fresh bedding for the cows. We crawled back to the house at about eight. I was ready to have a hot shower and get under the covers. Another minor miracle for a kid who never went to bed on time, let alone early. I usually pretended to sleep then got on my computer until two a.m. Here I was ready for bed before it was even dark.

Woody and I went upstairs to his bedroom. When we got there, he sat on his bed, staring at me. It made me a little nervous.

"You can shower first, if you want," I said, breaking the silence.

"What was it like when Margie jacked your dick?" He asked.

His question was totally unexpected.

"It was cool," I said.

"How come she has never done that with me?" Woody asked.

"I don't know," I answered. "Maybe she was just interested in seeing somebody shoot."

"Maybe. She has watched me get sucked by a calf and licked by the kittens. She even pulled down her pants and put milk down there. She got real noisy when the kittens licked her. But she never would let me touch it," he said.

"Don't get all bent out of shape," I said. "Girls are usually just weird.

Nobody can explain why they do shit."

"Maybe," he said.

Woody looked sad. His face was a mix of worry and disappointment. Man, maybe I had been messing with someone he thought was his girlfriend. I felt like a piece of shit. I liked Woody. Why had I done something stupid? Trying to think of a way to cheer him up, I remembered his offer of showering together last night.

"You wanna shower with me?" I asked.

"Yeah! Cool!" he said.

His look changed instantly. He was happy again. I wasn't sure what the big deal was about showering together. Unless Woody was gay? Maybe that was why Margie never did stuff with him. Maybe she sensed it.

I was now a little nervous. Woody peeled off his shorts and headed for the bathroom. His semi-hard dick flopped up and down as he went. I peeled off my shorts and followed.

Woody started the water and set the temperature. When it was okay, he got in. I was somewhat apprehensive about following him into the shower. I wasn't too sure why Woody wanted us to shower together, or what might happen if we did. I mean Woody was straight, wasn't he? I mean he had talked about wanting Margie to suck his dick.

But then my brain flashed back to the what I had seen in his father's bedroom. I mean what was that all about. Were Woody and his dad gay? But how could that be? Uncle Cal had been married. He was Woody's father.

Although I had learned a lot about sex on the net, I was still too young to have learned that there was a middle ground in sex. But, I was beginning to wonder if there was one. Could Woody get off on guys and girls? And did I want to find out?

There was one part of my anatomy that didn't seem apprehensive. As I stepped over the side of the tub to get in, my hard dick was pointing the way. Woody pulled the smoked glass door shut. Man, it was small in here, I thought. Woody and I were real close together. There was no way that we could move around without touching each other. We both were pretty well wet when Woody surprised me.

"You want me to wash your back, Jackie?" he asked.

I thought about it. What could it hurt?

"Guess so," I answered.

"Okay, put your hands on the wall and lean forward," he instructed.

I put my hands on the wall opposite the shower head. I leaned forward. Shit! This put my ass in a very vulnerable position. I was almost shaking as Woody's warm soapy hands came in contact with my shoulders. He massaged the soap into my shoulders and upper arms with deep, strong strokes. Man, it really felt good. I had not realized that my upper body hurt from the work I had done this weekend. Woody's strong hands seemed to absorb the aches and draw them from my body.

The boys hands massaged my upper back. Slowly, they travelled down past my shoulder blades and into the valley just above my bum. It felt so good that I had lost most of my initial nervousness. That is until I felt his hands slide downwards and cup my ass cheeks. I debated on what to do as Woody's strong hands explored the mounds that stuck out behind me. It still felt good. I think I even let out a sigh as his hands worked some kind of magic on my naked butt.

I lurched forward suddenly. Woody's hands had slipped between my ass cheeks and his fingers had grazed my hole.

"Relax," Woody said. "I'm just makin' sure your clean."

Reluctantly, I resumed my forward leaning stance and allowed him to continue. As his hands rubbed up and down my crack, I was aware that my dick was rock hard against my stomach.

"What did it feel like when Margie sucked you?" Woody asked.

The question startled me.

"Uh! It was cool man," I said.

"You ever been sucked before?" he continued.

I thought about lying. Telling him I had been sucked by lots of babes. But, for some reason, I found it hard to lie to Woody. It didn't seem right.

"Naw!" That was the first time," I answered, blushing.

"Do you think it would be any different if a guy sucked your dick? I mean if you closed your eyes, would you be able to tell the difference?" he asked.

What kind of a question was that? I didn't answer.

"I always wondered what it would be like," Woody said.

"Would what be like?" I asked.

Woody was silent for a moment.

"What it would be like to suck a dick," he finally said. "I mean, if you closed your eyes, you'd never know who was suckin' you. Would you?"

What did all this mean? Was Woody offering to suck my dick? Did he really want to do that? For a moment I was repulsed by the idea. I almost blurted out "that's so gay", but didn't. I mean if Woody was gay, I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I had sort of gotten to like the guy. I turned around and looked at Woody.

"Are you sayin' you wanna suck my dick?" I asked.

He had a far away look on his face. His eyes were glazed over as if he were seeing something other than what was here.

"Would you be mad at me if I wanted to?" he said.

"I don't know," I answered. "I just never thought about it before. But I think your right."

"Right? What do you mean?" he said.

"Like not being able to tell the difference. I mean if you closed your eyes it would just be a mouth on it. Anybody's mouth."

A tear rolled down Woody's cheek.

"Don't be mad at me. Please," he said. "I just can't help it."

With that, Woody slowly dropped to his knees on the shower floor. The water was splashing over his head and back. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me to him. I watched in amazement as his mouth opened. His tongue reached out and licked the head of my dick. A huge shudder ran through my body. I could not believe the sensation of my cousin's tongue on my dick.

Woody worked his tongue all around my little helmet. It was ten times better than what Margie had done. Slowly, the tongue worked its way down my shaft. I thought about closing my eyes. About forgetting that it was a boy who was tonguing my cock. Not just any boy, but my cousin.

But there was no way I could. I had to watch. I had to see this boy slowly bathing me in his saliva. Woody pushed my cock up against my stomach and his tongue found my balls. More shudders ran through me as he tongued my nuts. Then, slowly, deliberately, his mouth closed over the two little stones and he sucked on them. It felt like I was gonna cum any second.

I found it hard to breath as he sucked my nuts through their thin covering. Woody seemed lost in himself. His eyes were closed and he had a dreamy look on his face. I watched as his mouth slid off my nuts and sucked the underside of my cock. The sucking continued until he had reached the sensitive ridge behind my dick head. My knees almost buckled as he tongued and sucked it.

"Oh god!" I gasped. "Suck it! Please!"

And he did. His mouth slid up to the head of my cock. I watched as his soft lips closed over the crown. His lips sitting in the ridge behind my head as he started to suck. I moaned loudly as his mouth applied a suction that threatened to suck my nuts right up through my dick.

When I thought I was about to go insane, Woody slid his mouth all the way down my cock. I could feel the head in the back of his throat. I felt his lips wrapped around the base, his nose nestled in my small bush. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cum so bad. I was in so much pleasure, it was like being in pain. I ached for my release.

Woody did not tease me any longer. His mouth moved back up my shaft and then he proceeded to caress my dick with long sensuous strokes of his mouth and tongue. I put my hands on his head to help him in his task. My hips thrust forwards to meet his mouth in time with his downward motion. I could feel it now. Boiling deep in my sac. My seed was eager to venture forth into the warm, inviting mouth. I leaned back against the wall, pulling Woody with me. I instinctively knew that this orgasm was going to be mind blowing and would require all my efforts to survive it.

"Oh god, Woody!" I moaned. "Swallow it!"

Woody must have sensed my need. Felt the urgency in my body. His mouth tightened around my cock. His movements became faster.

"Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggh!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed.

My lungs were bursting. My knees like jelly. I felt the burning as my seed sped up my shaft and became one with Woody's mouth. My hips thrust forward, almost knocking Woody back on his ass. He hung on and sucked sweetly. Another shot burst forward and my butt slid down the wall, coming to rest on the edge of the tub. Woody held on. His knees between my outstretched legs. He milked the seed from my rod until I begged him to stop. I had reached the peak and was now falling down the far side.

Woody held my cock in his mouth as if he were afraid to let it go. As if ending this glorious blow job would cause me to question him. To judge him and find him less than I thought. In my euphoria, I loved Woody and wanted to tell him so. But the words could not be spoken. I could not bring myself to express the alien thoughts that ravaged my brain.

Was I gay? I had enjoyed this so much. And I wanted more. And worst of all. I had the urge; the desire; no, the absolute need to get on my knees. To worship Woody's dick as he had worshipped mine. But years of living in the "hood" had poisoned my mind. This was gay. Woody was a fag. And for that reason, I should hate him.

I quickly stood up and clambered to open the door. I rushed headlong from the tub. Grabbing a towel, I went to the bedroom and quickly dried off. Before Woody even had a chance to react. I had put on my own clothes and dashed out the door. I didn't know where I was going, but I was running. Away from Uncle Cal. Away from Woody. And away from myself and my thoughts. My evil, bad, gay thoughts.

By the time Woody found me, I was in the hay loft. Hiding from the world.

Hiding from myself. He had tears streaming down his face when he climbed the ladder and crossed the bales.

"Go away!" I choked, as tears started to flood my eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry."

I looked at Woody. He must hurt so bad inside. What was he thinking? I wanted to know.

"Why?" I pleaded.

"I don't know," he said, softly. "I needed to. I had to."

"Are you gay?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe," he said. "I didn't want to hurt you. I thought it would be okay. That you would like it."

"I did," I said; the words tumbled from my mouth before I could stop myself.

"You did?" he said, looking puzzled. "But why did you run?"

I thought about it for a minute.

"You wouldn't understand," I said, cruelly.

"Maybe I would," he said. "Maybe I would."

"How can you understand what it is to live in hell. To live in a place where fags get beat up and even killed. You live here. This is fucking paradise. You don't know jack about the world," I said, almost screaming the words. "I can't be gay! I can't!"

"But you aren't gay," Woody answered. "I mean I saw you. You stuck your tongue in Margie. And she sucked you. That's not gay."

"Yeah! Well, how come what you did was a hundred times better?" I spat.

"It was?" Woody said, a smile showing through the tears.

"Yeah, asshole," I said. "I liked it alright. No. That's a lie. I loved it. It was fucking awesome. So that makes me a fag."

"No, it makes you a horny twelve year old," he said with a grin. "Look at how many ways we have gotten our rocks off. A calf. A kitten. A chicken."

Remembering the chicken suddenly made me laugh. I could not help it. Maybe he was right. We were just a couple of horny kids, getting it anywhere we could. Then a frown stole the smile from my face.

"What's wrong?" Woody asked. "You look like you saw a ghost."

"No. What you said makes sense except for one thing...," I said.

"What's that?" he said, looking puzzled.

"I didn't run because you sucked my dick. I didn't run because I thought you were gay. I...I ran because I wanted to suck your dick. To make you feel like you made me feel," I choked.

Woody looked at me. That same dreamy look came over his face. He stood up and walked towards where I was sitting. When he was directly in front of me, he looked deep into my eyes. His gaze burned into my soul. I felt naked in front of him. Exposed. As if he were reading my mind.

Slowly, Woody's hands went to the waistband of his shorts. He slid them slowly off his hips and down to his feet. He stood in front of me. Naked. His dick not hard; not soft. It was so inviting. I stared at it. It was uncut. Thin. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to do more than touch it. Woody stood there, staring at me. Waiting.

Somewhere in my brain, a door opened. A bright light shone in through the open door. I reached out and held Woody's dick in one hand. It was warm to the touch. The skin was soft and silky. My other hand found his small testicles. I sat there. Holding Woody. Trying not to think. Way back in the farthest corner of my brain, a voice yelled out. It tried to warn me that I could never turn back. If I didn't stop now, I never would.

Once again, I ran. Fast. Out of the barn. Out into the field. Leaving Woody standing there, naked. The feel of his cock and balls still hot in my hand. Running away. From myself.

This time, Woody didn't follow me. I was alone. I stayed there until darkness threatened to swallow me. It was Saturday night. I had one more day, here. How could I face Woody? I wanted him. I didn't want him. And, in the process, I knew I had hurt him. Hurt him bad.

When I finally retreated from the field; back to the house; Woody was in bed, asleep. I quickly shucked off the yellow shorts - Woody's shorts. I slid under the cool covers and started to cry. How long I cried, I had no idea. I woke up in the middle of the night. I had to pee, bad. I did not want to get up. I did not want to find out that Woody was with his dad, again. But damn it, I had to go.

As I got up, I saw Woody's empty bed. I walked quickly past the open bedroom door and into the washroom. I peed, long and hard. I looked at my dick. I flashed back to Woody's mouth on it. NO! My brain screamed the word. I turned and went back towards the bedroom. As I passed Uncle Cal's room, I heard a noise. I stopped in my tracks. It was a series of low soft moans. Bed springs creaked. There was a rustling noise.

Drawn like a moth to a flame, I approached the partially open door. I stood in front of it. The noise was louder. As much as my brain tried to fight it, the urge was too strong. My hand, driven by a mind of its own, reached for the door. Slowly it pushed open. Slowly, my eyes were filled with a sight that they were not ready for.

There, on the bed, were Woody and Uncle Cal. Definitely not asleep, this time. Woody lay across the bed, sideways to me. Uncle Cal was over top of him. Both were naked. In a trance, I watched. My brain started to pick out details. The sweat on Uncle Cal's forehead. The oh so familiar dreamy look on Woody's face. Woody's bare legs, drawn up to his shoulder's. Uncle Cal's hands hodling his body over his son.

And the cock. The large, sleek, powerful cock. It glistened as it slid silently between Woody's cheeks. Deep into his ass. Back out it came. In and out. Like a giant piston. And all the while, there were Woody's soft moans of pleasure.

My brain finally kicked into gear. I screamed, I think. I ran into Woody's room - my room and slammed the door. I buried myself under the covers and cried. I wanted to go home.

At some point, I felt a weight on the bed. I fought to keep the covers over my head as hands tried to remove them.

"Come on, Jack. We need to talk," a voice said.

Slowly, I lost the battle. My head was uncovered and I was rolled over to face Uncle Cal. In the background, Woody stood. Uncle Cal wore a dressing gown. Woody had a towel around his waist.

I looked at Uncle Cal and he looked at me.

"I guess you saw some things tonight that you didn't want to see," he said. "I apologize. We should have been more careful."

"But... you... were...," I stammered, unable to form the words.

"Woody and I were making love," he said. "I guess that is hard for you to understand."

"You... were... sticking... your...," again I faltered.

"Woody and I have always been very close. And living on a farm. Well, it sort of breaks down a lot of inhibitions. Since your Aunt left us. Well, Woody and I have found comfort in each other. We didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. We needed each other for support and love. And things sort of evolved from there."

"But how can you be.... gay?" I asked. "You were married."

"I don't think we are gay," he said. "I still think about women. I know Woody is interested in at least one girl. No, I think we are just very close. Both of us are doing what we want to do. No one was forced or tricked into this relationship. Although, sometimes I think that Woody seduced me in such a way that I never realized what was happening. That doesn't mean I didn't want it to happen. And we are both glad it did."

"Leave me alone!" I yelled. "I don't want to hear anymore. You are just a couple of fucking fags!"

Uncle Cal suddenly looked very sad. He got up off the bed and took Woody's hand in his. Together, they left the room. At some point, I managed to fall asleep in spite of the tears. I felt betrayed in some way.

Sunday morning arrived bright and sunny. I was vaguely aware that Woody had returned to his own bed. I heard him get up. I sneaked a peak at him as he slid into another pair of those damned Woody shorts. Fag shorts I now thought of them. I feigned sleep as Woody left the room. I did not want to face my Uncle or my cousin. I was due to leave at four p.m. and planned to hide in the bedroom until then.

Unfortunately, hunger and the need to piss subverted my plans for the day.

I got put of bed. I put on a pair of my boxers and a pair of my baggy jean shorts that covered my knees. Never again would I be caught dead in faggy yellow shorts that showed off my dick. I headed for the bathroom and unloaded a nights worth of pee. It felt soooooooooo good to get it all out of me.

I headed downstairs quietly. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen, so I entered. There was a plate of bacon an eggs in the fridge that looked like it might have been left there for me. I nuked it for a few seconds and then wolfed it down. I had not realized how hungry I really was. After cleaning my plate with a couple of pieces of toast, I did what was left of the dishes.

I debated on going back to the bedroom, but the day was bright and sunny. Instead, I opted for a walk. I left the house, being carefully not to bang the screen door. Uncle Cal and Woody were nowhere to be seen. As I had no desire to run into either, I started to walk down the newly mown hay field towards the pond. It was getting close to noon when I arrived there. I regretted my choice of clothes as they were hot. Woody's shorts may be faggy but at least they were cool.

I sat beside the irrigation pond. The urge to swim was strong as the water looked cool and inviting. However, I had no desire to get naked and risk having Woody find me that way. So, I sat on the grass at the edge, looking at the cool water. My knees were pulled up almost to my chin and I rested my arms and chin on them. I probably sat there for about a half hour before I heard the ATV. Its roar got louder. I debated on finding a place to hide, but there was nowhere to go.

Woody wheeled in on the large machine. He got off. Without even glancing at me, he slipped out of his shorts and dove in a flat arc into the water. I tried not to watch him. I tried to hide within myself.

For some reason, I could not keep myself from watching my cousin. He was cool and comfortable in the water. I was aware of the flashes of bare skin as he swam or floated. Strangely, I was drawn to the sight. My mind kept trying to find some connection between the beautiful water nymph and the boy I had seen in his father's bed. The two just didn't make sense to me. In the few short hours that I had been here, I had been drawn closer and closer to Woody. I liked him a lot. In some way, I almost felt like he was my brother.

Eventually, Woody tired of his water play. He came and lay on the grass several feet from me. No words were spoken as he stretched out on his back on the grass, legs apart. The sun sparkled in the water droplets that covered his golden skin. As much as I wanted to hide, I could not help but look at him. His nipples stood out sharp and hard on his tanned chest. The results of his immersion in the cool pond, no doubt. His stomach was flat and smooth with a hint of the abs built up by his farm labors. And of course, he had a boner. It lay just above his belly. The smooth skin resting against the hint of pubic hair that crowned his slightly whiter fleshed mound.

The hard organ flexed occasionally as the golden boy breathed. I could see the tip of his cock head peaking out of its skin covering. Shit! Why was I staring at him? Why did this boy fascinate me so? I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Not wanting to get burned, but drawn by destiny to the brightness.

My mind flashed through various scenes of my last two days. Woody and I with the calf and the kittens. Woody sleeping comfortably on his fathers tummy. My time with Margie and Woody's apparent jealousy. Woody bending over, pulling up those damn red shorts over his smooth bum. For some reason, all my visions were sexual. I saw flashbacks of Woody and Uncle Cal. The big cock sliding in and out of the smooth bottom. That vision caused my body to shake uncontrollably as if I were suddenly cold.

Then there were visions of Woody and I in the shower. I had loved what he had done to me. And yet, after, there was a bad feeling. Guilt, I think. Guilt that I had enjoyed an act that was considered "gay" where I came from.

Had I enjoyed it because I was gay. Secretly. Afraid to admit to myself, let alone anyone else, what I felt.

I looked at Woody, again. Tears flowed down my face. Woody seemed to sense my feelings. The arm that had shaded his eyes from the bright sun moved to his side.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, partially sitting up and leaning in one elbow.

"I don't know," I cried. "I am confused. I don't know what I am. Or what I want."

Woody reached out his free hand and stroked my arm and back.

"Can we talk about it?" he said. "Is it about what happened last night."

"Yes. No. Shit! I don't know," I wept. "What you did in the shower - what I saw last night - it made me feel sick inside."

"You were that disgusted by it?" Woody asked.

"I am not sure," I said. "Where I live, guys who do shit like that are fags. They get beat up sometimes. Some even get gang-raped and killed. It is totally uncool to be gay, man. It scared the shit out of me that I could feel anything but hate for you and what you did."

"But part of me," I continued, "liked what you did. I think I was even jealous of what you and your dad were doing together. When I left you in the shower, it was because I had the urge to... to... suck you, man. And later, after I saw the two of you, I felt really lonely.

You have a dad. Shit! I don't even know who my dad is. He never held me or said he loved me. I miss having a dad. You and your dad share so much."

"But you have a mom," Woody said. "I miss my mom and wish I had her back.

What my dad and I have is great. But I still wish mom were here."

For whatever reason, I felt a need for physical touch. I held out my arms to Woody. He fell into my arms and we hugged each other tightly. My tears fell on his bare shoulder. I could feel his falling on mine. There was so much in that hug. Years of denying that I missed my dad. Years of being a tough punk. It all melted away. I was a sad, vulnerable little kid. My cool was gone - maybe forever.

I released Woody slightly and started to stroke his bare back. It felt warm as the sun beat down on it. I felt Woody's hands caressing my back. I leaned back a bit. I looked into Woody's eyes. In those deep pools, I saw nothing but love. We would be brothers from now on.

I have never understood why, but the urge was too strong to deny. I leaned forward and my lips met Woody's. At first, they just brushed gently together. The touch was soft and yet electric. I pressed slightly harder, starting to move my mouth on his. Not wanting to scare me, Woody let me take the lead and allowed himself to be kissed.

My mouth pressed firmer and my kiss became driven by a fever deep inside me. My arms held Woody tightly. His fingers caressed my naked back as my lips parted. My tongue pressed against Woody's lips. Slowly, they parted, allowing my tongue to slide between them. At first, I was content to slide my tongue over the soft surface of his lips. Back and forth, tasting his saliva as I went.

Suddenly, as if driven by a mind of its own, my tongue pressed forward. It met Woody's His tongue was docile as it lay in his mouth. He allowed my tongue to move over top of it. Along the sides and even underneath. My mouth was on fire, now. I pressed feverishly between his lips. I needed a response and I got it.

Woody's tongue started to dance with mine. We caressed each other in a slippery, hot oral embrace. I could not believe the surges of energy that passed between us. I had never felt feelings like this - for anyone.

Carefully, I withdrew from Woody's mouth. Our lips rested together for a moment. I leaned backwards, slightly. I looked into Woody's face. His half closed eyes were waiting in anticipation. His lips slightly parted. His breath coming in hot spurts.

I leaned into him, again. Our chests touched and exchanged our body heat.

My lips found Woody's eyelids. I kissed both of them, then bathed them with my tongue. I tasted the slight saltiness of his sweat. I licked the bridge of his nose. The smooth cheeks and his upper lip. Down past his mouth until I was bathing his chin and neck. Woody leaned backwards. Drawing me down with him as he lay back on the grass.

His head tilted back, offering me his neck and upper body to explore. And explore, I did. My tongue ravished his neck and shoulders. His skin shone in the sun with the slickness of my spit. Woody raised his arms above his head, opening up his hairless armpits to my mouth. I bathed one pit and then the other. Here, the salt was stronger with a slight sweaty boy smell. As I completed his pit bath, Woody arched his back, offering me the two swollen buds that stood out from his bronzed chest.

My tongue found the left one first. I teased it with the very tip of my tongue. Licking back and forth across it as Woody let out a soft moan. I took the small bud between my lips and nipped at it. Woody thrust his chest forward and moaned again. I nipped and sucked on the little button until Woody pushed me off of it.

Or should I say, directed my mouth to its companion. I was happy to repeat my treatments on the other little teat. As I worked at it, I looked at its brother. It was swollen and raised from the surrounding circle of brown skin. The tip was red from being sucked and bitten.

After a few seconds or minutes - who could tell - Woody's hands pushed down on the top of my head. His arched back caused his stomach to rise up in a curve that lead down to his groin. As I looked across this expanse of brown skin, I could see the head of his cock, rising above the flesh. It seemed to beckon to me as a pearl of moisture glistened at the tip.

I licked his lower chest and his abdomen, much as a mother cat would lick a kitten. My tongue reached the small navel opening. My mouth closed around it and sucked the small raised centre. I tasted the small piece of flesh that had connected Woody to his mother and felt a pang. Woody missed his mother just as I missed the father I had never known.

I leaned my cheek on Woody's belly button. Directly in front of me was the swollen cock that I had been afraid to touch last night. I could not believe what I felt. I wanted to taste it. To suck it into my mouth and throat. To make Woody cum and feel total pleasure. Man, I must be gay. But, at that moment, what the rest of the world might think did not matter to me.

I slid my head down Woody's belly. As my lips came to rest on the flared red head of his boycock, it jerked. It came back to rest on my lips. I held it there, not wanting to proceed any farther. The sooner I took it into my mouth, the sooner it would be over. And I might never have the nerve to do it again. And I knew I wanted to do it over and over.

My lips parted and my tongue touched Woody's slit. The wetness that sat there melded with the moisture on my tongue. Moving ahead a fraction of an inch, I allowed my lips to close, covering about half of the smooth cock head. My tongue retreated and I tasted the saltiness of that pearlescent drop. The taste was at once totally foreign yet strangely familiar. I had tasted my own cum and this was a lot like it.

I could feel the moan deep inside Woody's body as his hips tried to push his cock into my mouth. I held him there, not wanting to rush. My lips parted again, and my tongue approached the red tip. I licked it several times, moving my tongue from side to side. Each time I made contact, Woody's cock jumped. It was cool that I could have such an effect on him.

My position was uncomfortable. I decided to move down between Woody's legs. Woody started to complain, thinking that I was going to leave him. I shushed him as I repositioned myself. Woody spread his legs as wide as he could as I knelt between them. His stiff cock was only a few inches from my face, throbbing in time with his laboured breathing.

I lowered my face until my nose rested halfway up his stiff shaft. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick the base of his cock, just above his sac. My tongue moved slowly upwards. Woody moaned out loud as my tongue rose slowly up the short stick until it was lapping at the area just below his swollen knob.

"Oh, god!" he moaned.

My tongue remained in this sensitive area, licking and playing with it. I turned my head sideways and placed my mouth over the split in the underside of his cock. Using my mouth, I pushed his dick down onto his belly and began sucking the tender spot. Woody's hips started to move as electricity surged through his body. I sucked for several minutes, certain that I was giving him incredible pleasure. Nothing was too good for him.

Sensing that it was time to move on, I turned my head back and slowly enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth. As I sucked the very tip, my tongue lapped at his little slit. Once again, I got that salty taste. I wondered if Woody was ready to shoot for the first time. That would be so cool!

I licked and sucked his head, while slowly lowering my mouth. Soon, I had half his shaft resting between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. As I sucked, I swirled my tongue on the underside of his dick. Woody seemed to be liking it, as his fingers tangled into my hair and tried to force me farther onto him. I could almost taste the excitement that was overtaking his body.

I gagged slightly as I pushed farther onto his sweet cock. The head hit the back of my throat and I swallowed. I could feel the moan that came from deep within my cousin. Somehow, I managed to force him into my throat without bringing up my breakfast. My lips circled the base of his stiff erection and I could feel it throbbing. My fingers encircled his sac and squeezed his balls.

Woody started to writhe underneath me. His hips buck as he tried to satisfy the incredible need he felt. I pushed him downwards with my other hand and began a slow ascent up his shaft. My lips and tongue were in overdrive as they bathed the stiff organ. Woody was almost crying with delight. Over and over, the words escaped his lips.

"Oh, please! Oh, please!"

His fingers grabbed handfuls of my hair and forced me downwards. When I was half way, Woody pumped into my mouth. I held my lips tightly around his shaft and allowed him to fuck my mouth. I could taste more saltiness as he pumped his way to his orgasm. I held firm, giving as much tongue action as I could.

I felt Woody's shaft stiffen and become rock hard. His hips bucked upwards, almost throwing me off. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I felt a surge of warm cum blast into the back of my throat. Woody gasped loudly. His fingers almost scalped me as he pushed his organ into my throat.

His hips fell back onto the grass. As if that one spurt had drained him of all energy. I quickly started to pump my mouth up and down. Several more warm spurts surged out of Woody's cock and into my mouth.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!," he moaned.

Worked on his cock for another minute until he started to push me away.

"Oh shit," he moaned. "I can't take anymore. That was the best, Jackie."

I looked at his flushed face. Suddenly my own face went red. The full realization of what I had just down filled my head. But it wasn't wrong, anymore. All that mattered in this world right now was Woody and I. If I were gay, so be it. If this is what it felt like to be gay, man. Then I didn't give a shit. I was so happy.

I sat on the grass looking at Woody. He was starting to regain his breathing and had a cute smile on his face. He reached out his hand to me and I took it in mine.

"I love you, Jackie," he said.

"I think, I love you, too," I said.

The words felt good as they rolled off my tongue.

"I don't want to leave," I said.

I had suddenly realized that my departure was only a few hours away.

"Hey, we can talk to my Dad," he said. "Maybe you can stay another day."

"No. You don't get it man," I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek. "I want to stay here forever. With you. With your dad. On the farm."

"Maybe you can," Woody said. "Let's go talk to my Dad."

"You mean it!" I yelled.

"Of course, stupid," he chastised. "I always wanted a big brother. Especially one who gives cool blow jobs."

I tackled him and pushed him back onto the grass as we both exploded in gales of laughter. I put all my weight on top of him and found his mouth with mine. We lay like that; kissing each other; sometimes gently; sometimes passionately. How long, I can't remember.

"Come on," Woody said finally.

Pushing me up, he pulled on his shorts. He got up and I followed him to the ATV. He fired up the engine and, together, we roared towards the house.

It felt neat riding on the back, my arms wrapped around Woody's chest. For once in my life, I felt like I belonged. We raced onto the yard and Woody skidded to a stop. We dove off the machine and raced to the door, almost tripping each other.

"Dad! Dad!" Woody yelled.

"What is it Woody?" a voice said from the den. "I am trying to do the books."

We both charged into the den and stopped breathlessly in front of Uncle Cal.

"Jackie wants to stay here," Woody said, his words tumbling together.

"What do you mean, stay here?" he asked.

"Like live here! Forever!" Woody blurted.

"Whoa, boy! Just hold onto your hat," Uncle Cal said.

He looked at me for a moment.

"This is a big change from last night, Jackie. I think you guys better explain yourselves," he said.

Woody and I looked at each other. Both our faces went beet red.

"I think I am beginning to get the picture," Uncle Cal said, with a smile on his face. "Now explain. And I mean everything."

Slowly Woody related the story of the shower last night and our morning together. It was extremely embarrassing. For a moment, I thought Uncle Cal might be jealous. Woody finished by repeating his request that I stay there - for good.

"I think you guys better go do some chores," he said. "I need to do a whole mess of thinking and I don't want you two staring at me while I do it."

Woody and I looked at each other than headed at a dead run for the door. We did the chores faster than humanly possible. Well, it seemed that way. An hour later, we burst back into the house and stormed into the den. Uncle Cal was waiting. He motioned for us to sit across from him on the couch.

"I called your mom, Jackie," he began. "You can stay for another night. But she doesn't want you missing too much school. Seems you aren't the greatest student in the world."

"I can try harder," I blurted out.

"Well, that might be a good start towards getting what you want," he said.

"As for you living here permanently, that is a hard one. Your reasons for wanting to stay here right now are based on sex. Any wise man knows that sex is only a small part of life. You might change your mind in a week, or a month, or a year. Once the novelty wears off, there is no telling how you will feel."

"But, I love Woody!" I said.

The words scared me at first. And embarrassed me. Then, looking at Woody, I knew I meant them.

"I know you THINK you do," he said. "And, maybe right now, you do. But that can change."

He sat there, contemplating his next words.

"Then there is the problem of the relationship between Woody and I," he said. "I think I know how Woody feels about that. I don't think either of us could give that up. At least not right now."

He looked at Woody. Woody nodded in silent agreement. My face must have dropped a foot. They both looked at me as if I were about to pass on.

"I don't mind sharing," Woody said, in a quiet voice.

"And neither do I," Uncle Cal added. "But then there are you feelings to consider, Jackie."

"I... I think I can... share, too," I said, hesitantly.

"Yes, but you are not really sure of that are you?" he asked.

"No," I said. "But I am willing to try anything, just to be with Woody."

"Yes, but you were pretty disgusted with Woody and I last night, weren't you," he said.

I couldn't answer. I knew he was right. I might be able to accept that I was gay. That I loved Woody. But could I accept their relationship? Could I sleep in my bed, knowing that Woody was with his dad... doing... stuff.

"I thought so," Uncle Cal continued. "I think you guys better go clean out the barn while I make supper. Then, we will need to sit down and have a long talk. You okay with that?"

We both nodded. Our trip to the barn was much slower. Much of our earlier enthusiasm had warn off. We both knew it would be very hard - especially for me. We cleaned the barn in almost total silence. Sometime later, we heard Uncle Cal call. We headed to the house for dinner and whatever else lay ahead.

the story will continue in part two - The Decision