Chapter 414 – Going Home For Christmas
I was awakened with a kiss on Saturday morning, the day we’d head home for Christmas, and the day, sadly, Jake and I would leave one another for a few days. The alarm had not gone off yet, but it was a time when you were barely asleep and somewhat cognizant of things going on around you. The kiss did it. I opened my eyes to see Jake staring at me, then he stroked my hair and kissed me again.
“Sorry to wake you, babe, but I couldn’t help myself and just had to kiss you. You looked so peaceful and so beautiful all at the same time,” Jake whispered. I smiled, and pulled his head to mine, kissing him once again with a little more forcefulness.
“Is it time to get up yet?” I asked, looking for the clock on the night stand. Jake kissed me again.
“No, we have a few minutes. I just couldn’t help looking at you and wanting to hold you in my arms, feel you close to me,” Jake replied. I smiled, then kissed him on his forehead.
“We can make love again if you want to,” I told him. He smiled, then kissed me again, then shook his head no.
“No, I want to remember last night for the night of love it was. Anything we’d do this morning would be hurried. It’d be hot, don’t get me wrong, but last night was beautiful and earthshattering. You moved me in ways, I can never explain,” Jake replied, so sincerely it almost brought tears to my eyes. Then he kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around him, and scooted closer to him so we could cuddle with one another.
“You’re so beautiful, Jake. I just love you so much. You are half of me, you know. That way, we can never be separated, as neither of us could ever survive without our other half,” I told him. Jake smiled.
“I never thought about it that way, but I like it. That makes sense, and it’s what I feel, but never know how to explain it to you,” Jake replied.
“You don’t have to be able to explain it, just know it’s true,” I assured him. I got another kiss for that one. I rolled over to face him, our morning wood grazing each other’s. It felt good. I threw a leg over his. Jake reached down and jacked our cocks together, causing us to secrete some pre-cum. “You sure you don’t want to make love again?” I asked, feeling my penis grow and thicken, getting interested in the idea of breeding Jake’s ass. Jake giggled.
“No, I just want to play with you some, but I want the memories of last night to be with me until we make love when we’re finally back together again,” he said, giving me another tender kiss. “Besides, I have to let your balls regenerate enough to take care of Dylan and Zach tonight, and mine regenerate to take care of Luke. Luke can take care of Mick for all I care. Maybe it’ll just be Luke and me tonight. Mom doesn’t have to know we’re kissing cousins, well, more like fucking cousins, but then her knowing that is totally out of the question,” Jake said, making me chuckle.
“You’ve got that right. You think Terry and Luke will be good for each other?” I asked Jake. He smiled.
“We love both of them. I think Luke is very enamored with Terry, and Terry is very smitten with Luke. I know them both, and, yeh, I think they’ll be good together. If, for some crazy reason, it doesn’t work out, we can always trade Dustin for Luke if we had to,” Jake replied. I chuckled.
“Yeh, if he and Chase don’t run off together, or worse than that, Caleb and Dustin. Good grief, tell me that can’t happen,” I pleaded. Jake hugged me tighter, then fondled my balls, making me sigh. “Damn, you feel so good holding me, Jake. Can we just stay this way all day?” I asked, chiding.
“Suits the shit out of me, Josh. I could stay this way for the next three days and be totally happy,” Jake replied. I patted his arm he had around me.
“You’re going to have fun, and it’ll only be three days, then we’re naked together in Florida for four days and nights, with all kinds of naked guys around us to oogle and enjoy. We’re going to have fun for sure,” I assured him.
“It’s the next three days that bug me. But, I’ll get through them, knowing you’re at the end of them,” Jake confessed. I kissed him tenderly again, as he stroked my throbbing penis, and I stroked his.
“You sure you don’t want to make love again?” I asked one more time, giving him ample opportunity to take advantage of me and me him. Jake smiled, then got out of bed, right as the alarm went off, spoiling everything.
“Up and at ‘em, Josh,” Jake said, pulling me up out of bed, my big hardon bouncing around. Then he held me against him, our dicks pushed together, and kissed me over and over. “Okay, enough sex. Damn, if we don’t have crusty cum all over us. We may have to burn those sheets,” he said, looking down at the mess we made the previous night. I had to laugh, looking at it all. “I think you and I definitely need a shower,” Jake announced, as he pulled me to the bathroom. We pissed together, after our morning wood subsided some. Tim and Zach, with smiles on their faces, joined us in the shower. The four of us took turns washing each other, kissing and hugging, rubbing hard cocks together, generally horning ourselves up some, but nothing hard core, just having fun. I was in hopes Dylan would join us, but he was nowhere to be seen at the time. We finally dried off, donned some briefs and headed to the kitchen for coffee. Dylan was there in his baggy boxers enjoying some coffee and eating some cereal.
I leaned around him and kissed him, making him smile. “You sleep well last night?” he asked, with a devious smile.
“Sure did. Best night I’ve had in a long time. Thank you for making all that possible,” I told him, as I massaged his shoulders, making him smile.
“Least I could do, but watch out tonight,” he warned, making me chuckle. Jake leaned around him on his other side and kissed him also.
“Gonna miss you the next three days, Dylan. But watch out when we get to Florida. No telling what might take place down there,” Jake teased.
“I’m starting to like the sound of what you guys are saying,” Dylan replied with a big smile.
“I’m trusting you to take good care of the love of my life for the next three days, since I won’t be there to take care of him myself,” Jake challenged Dylan. Dylan smiled.
“Consider it handled, my brother. Always happy to help,” Dylan replied. Jake hugged him from behind, making Dylan beam.
“Are you sure this airplane thing is going to be safe, Josh?” Dylan asked. I smiled.
“It’s thirteen times safer than driving, Dylan, so you tell me,” I replied. Dylan shuddered.
“Might be, but in a car wreck you have a chance of surviving. In a plane, not so much,” he said, somewhat concerned. I told him he would love it, as it was supposed to be a clear day, and he could see forever. He told me he trusted me, and if something did happen, at least he was checking out in good company and hoped if we went topside, we’d pull him along with us. I had to laugh, but assured him he was definitely going to live for many decades to come. He liked the reassurance.
After shooting the shit for a while, and noticing how quiet it was around the place with just the five of us here, we got dressed. Jake said he’d take us to the airport, then drive home from there. That way we wouldn’t have to leave my Jeep there. I thought that made total sense. He said he’d be back in time on Tuesday to meet us when we arrived back in Uni, then we’d have transportation back to the bar, so we could change the clothes we were packing, then go back to the airport to meet Tom and James in the Latitude to fly to Key West. Dylan wanted to know if that plane was scarier than the 310. I told him it was a lot faster and went a lot higher, but he’d love the flight. He wasn’t so sure, but said he guessed he was going to find out first hand.
Eric was downstairs just tidying up, when we brought our baggage down to load into Jake’s Jeep. He said today should be quiet mostly, then they’d close after the dinner session tonight. He said they should be fine. I asked him when he was leaving to go to his family. He said he wasn’t leaving until tomorrow, putting off the family visits as long as he could. Jake and I laughed, but knew what he was saying. Eric gave Jake and me big ole hugs and even a quick kiss on the lips.
“Not too bad a kiss for a straight boy,” I chided. Eric grinned all over.
“Hey, you’ve definitely had an effect on me for sure, Josh. Can’t say I’m totally straight anymore, but I kind of like the way I am, and I know I love you guys, more than I could ever tell you,” Eric said, proudly. I had to hug him again. He told us to have a safe trip and to enjoy ourselves. If anything was needed at the bar, he was close enough to come back. Fritz was in town and had a key also. He had everything covered, like a good manager should. I had to agree, feeling confident we could take off and not worry about the place.
The five of us piled into Jake’s Jeep, then headed to the airport. Jake was still a little bummed he wasn’t going with us, but he was beginning to feel a little better knowing he only had three days, then we’d be together again. We arrived at the airport right at 9:30 as planned. Our beautiful 310 was pulled up on the ramp right outside the little office there. Dale was there, and was buffing one of the wing lockers. He looked extremely proud taking care of our bird, as if it was his own. We all got bro hugs from Dale, excited to be going with us, getting some flying in today, and some much needed stick time on the way back to log in his logbook. Dale told us he was so close to taking his check ride for his single engine private pilot’s license, but he was already working on his commercial rating and multi-engine rating, thanks to us having the 310 domiciled there, tagging along with Greyson when there was room. Dale was so excited about aviation, he could hardly stand it. I told him to keep working at it, as our company needed future pilots as fast as we were growing. I told him I was sure he was going to be great. That made him so proud to hear us say that.
We decided to take a leak, and rid ourselves of some coffee before we hit the skies. One by one, we piled into the little restroom there at the airport, relieving our bladders. Then Greyson announced he was ready if we were, after putting all our duffle bags and back packs in the aft cargo compartment and some in the right wing locker. Dale jumped in the back seat. Jake came up and grabbed me. “Close your eyes, Greyson,” Jake told him. “I’m going to kiss the love of my life goodbye,” he added.
“Hey, doesn’t bother me any, Jake. I’d kiss him too, if he was my boyfriend,” Greyson teased, making me wonder. Jake kissed me passionately, then patted me on my ass. He hugged and gave quick kisses to Tim, Zach and Dylan also. I told him again, I loved him, and would call him later when we got there. He made me promise to do so. Dylan climbed in the back with Dale, then Zach and Tim sat in the middle seats. Greyson climbed in the ‘left seat’, leaving me the co-pilot’s seat, the ‘right seat’. I reached out and pulled the door shut and locked it. Greyson hollered out ‘clear’, through the little opera window on his side, then started the left engine, the three bladed prop started to turn. She fired right up, scaring Dylan to a certain extent. He made Dale promise him this was going to be safe. Dale told him not only was it safe, it was fantastic, and the only way to travel. Dylan advised Dale he preferred to keep his ass on the ground at all times, making Dale chuckle. Greyson started the right engine after that, and checked to make sure the oil pressures were where they should be for both engines. Greyson pointed them out to me. He grabbed my left hand and put it on the throttles, then put his hand on top of mine, and moved them forward to get us up to taxi speed. As we started moving, we waved goodbye to Jake, who was standing there on the tarmac watching us leave. I was sure he had tears in his eyes.
Greyson announced over Unicom, the radio channel for all small airports, that we were taxing to the active runway. On the way down to the end of the runway, Greyson worked all the control surfaces, rudder, ailerons, elevator and flaps to make sure all were working as part of the check list before takeoff. He had me read them to him, although he knew them by heart, but he wanted me to know what they were and why. I was getting quite an education in piloting, I believed, and I loved every second of it. At the runup area near the end of the runway, Greyson ran up each engine one at a time, and cycled the props down to feather and then full thrust. That unnerved Dylan some, but Dale settled him down, telling him that was part of the warmup. Dylan rolled his eyes, still not comfortable with his ass leaving the ground. The runup completed, Greyson asked if we all had our seatbelts on, as we were ready to go. Everyone said they were good. Greyson put my hand on the throttles again, and pushed them forward, after he announced we were departing runway 32 on Unicom, and we checked the sky to see if there were any airplanes in downwind or on base or final to runway 32. Greyson told me, even though we didn’t hear any plane announce they were on a downwind, base leg or final approach for our runway, you always checked the sky to make sure no one was there, as some guys got careless at small airports and didn’t bother to announce their positions. I appreciated Greyson’s thoroughness. He was a damned good pilot and an excellent trainer. The 310 was now roaring down the runway, the throttles firewalled. Greyson kept his hand on my hand keeping the throttles in the forward position. After lifting off, Greyson reached over and hit the lever to retrack the gear, then moments later, retracted our 10 degrees of flap we used for takeoff, then pulled back the throttles to the top of the green arc on the manifold pressure. Greyson reminded me that you could only have full power for five minutes, then you had to pull it back to the top of the green arc on the manifold pressure or the engines could come apart, and you didn’t want that to happen. I had to agree wholeheartedly with that statement.
After leaving the pattern, Greyson headed for the regional airport. He called approach control there, and they vectored us to sequence us in for landing, telling us to hold a 3,000 foot altitude and giving us the runway, altimeter reading, wind direction and wind speed. Winds were light and variable, so they were no problem for landing today. We were getting a straight in approach to their active runway. It didn’t take anytime at all to hit 3,000 feet, as chilly as the temperature was, the lift was fantastic today. After hitting our assigned altitude, we could practically see the regional airport. The flight was relatively smooth, but short. In no time at all we were reducing speed. Approach control turned us over to the Tower a ways out, who cleared us to land as we were the only ones on the approach at the time. Greyson put my left hand on the throttles again, then pulled them back some. Mixture was at full rich, never having been adjusted since we were at a low altitude. Greyson showed me the maximum flap extension speed on the airspeed indicator, telling me it was now safe to extend some flaps. Then, when we were a mile out looking right down the runway, we were below the maximum gear extension speed, and he lowered the landing gear. Then we did his GUMP of the plane. Gas, which was fuel tanks set to the main tanks – never having been changed; Undercarriage, which was the landing gear, down and locked; Mixture, which was full rich, never having been changed since we were at low altitude; then Props, which he was about to put in full thrust, as we were almost at the threshold of the runway. He took my hand off the throttle, and moved it to the prop levers then pushed them full forward for maximum RPM’s, should we need a go around for some reason. We jumped back immediately to the throttles, as he bled off the power slowly. We were at full flaps at this point and settling down to the runway. He told me to feel for the runway with my ass. As the plane seemed to want to stall out and quit flying, Greyson pulled back on the yoke and let the main gear connect with the runway first with a small ‘chirp’ noise, then bled all the power off, and let the nose gear settle down onto the runway. Then we tested the brakes, to make sure they worked, before we let the plane coast a bit, until we got to a turnoff ramp from the runway to the taxiway.
“Damn, you’re pretty busy during the landing process,” I remarked, taking in all that we just went through. Greyson smiled, telling me it would all come natural, just like learning to drive, after you did it several times. We stopped once on the taxiway, and Greyson called ground control, who cleared us to taxi to the local Fixed Base Operator, or FBO. We pulled up on their ramp, and shut down the engines, pulling the mixture levers full back, starving the engines of fuel, which was the proper way to shut them down. I remembered that, and Greyson gave me the honor of doing it myself without his help. I got excited doing that little chore, the plane responding to my actions. Greyson had me unlock and open the door, then we all piled out.
“Wow, that was fantastic, Zach said, all excited. I asked him if that was his first flight in a small plane. Zach told me that was his first flight period, although he didn’t want to say anything beforehand, as we’d think he might be scared. We all laughed except for Dylan, who said that was his second flight, and he still was scared. Zach gave him a quick hug and told him he’d be fine. Dylan shook his head at Zach.
Greyson dug out Tim’s stuff from the wing locker and the cargo area, then took us inside the FBO. He told the attendant in there, that Tim needed a lift over to the main terminal. A cute young man, also the line boy, said he’d take him right over. Tim gave us all hugs and wished us all a Merry Christmas. He said he couldn’t wait to be with us next week at the resort. I told him I had his itinerary with me, but if anything changed to let me know. He said he’d call me way before then anyway. I told him good luck with his father. I hoped everything went well with their ‘discussion’. He thanked me, saying he might need it, but was feeling pretty confident about everything. I told him we were proud of him. The attendant picked up Tim’s bags and headed him out to a van to take him over to the terminal.
Greyson asked us if we needed anything else, like the potty or whatever, otherwise we were ready to go again. We piled back in the 310 once more, Dale in the far back by himself, but talking over the seats to Dylan and Zach. Dylan moved back with Dale, telling Zach, no offense, but he read somewhere that the tail was the safest part of the airplane, because it was the last part of a plane to hit the ground or run into a mountain, as planes didn’t back into anything only going forward. I thought Dale was going to bust a gut laughing, but he moved up with Zach, telling Dylan, no offense, but if he wanted to sit back there, we needed to redistribute the weight forward to maintain the proper weight and balance of the aircraft. Dylan threw up his arms, and said he didn’t care what had to happen as long as his ass was safe. Dale told Dylan he was perfectly safe and would make sure he was. That seemed to settle Dylan down some. Zach was all excited to fly.
Greyson ran through all the procedures, called ground control, who initiated our flight plan in the FAA computer systems, then cleared us to the active runway, and told us to let them know when we were ready to go. As we got to the end of the runway, Greyson called Ground Control and told them we were ready. They switched us over to the tower, who gave us immediate clearance for takeoff. Greyson grabbed my hand again, and had me go through the processes with him again. I got a thrill in my dick, not sure if it was the excitement of participating in flying the plane, or if it was Greyson’s hand on top of mine and the joint effort we shared. I was pretty sure, as handsome as Greyson was, it was still the plane that got me all excited.
After takeoff, and being switched over to departure control, and later to Indianapolis Center, we were cleared up to 9,000 feet for our trip down state to the farmland. We actually got up to altitude rather quickly, Greyson pointing out the feet per minute climb on the vertical speed indicator. Greyson leaned out the mixtures for the engines for that altitude. With the winds light and variable on the ground, they weren’t that bad at altitude either, although we had a slight crosswind out of the west up at 9,000 feet, requiring a small adjustment to our compass heading to keep our ground course on track. Greyson set the autopilot for the heading we needed and the altitude. I watched the transponder blinking away, as radar hit us from all angles it seemed. The plane was trimmed out and the flight nice and smooth. The ground looked so far below us, but nothing like it did when we traveled in the Latitude at 50,000 feet plus, where you could barely see the curvature of the earth. Still, you could see all the farmland below, although the trees were all bare and the ground was mostly brown with some splotches of green. It was beautiful and peaceful up here, I had to think. Zack said the sight was unbelievable, never having experienced anything like this before. I looked back at Dylan, who was sound asleep, sleeping peacefully. I happened to think that was the best thing for him, and we’d be there before he knew it. The trip took an hour and a half. We started down almost a hundred miles out, richening up the mixture on the engines, as we descended, Greyson explaining every move he made, thrilling me to no end. When we got near our town, Greyson cancelled our flight plan with Indianapolis Center who had been monitoring our flight, giving us instructions and vectors, telling Center goodbye, telling them we were VFR now and on our own. They bid us good day. We changed the transponder to squawk 1200 which was Visual Flight Regulations below 12,000 feet. Greyson said once we went to VFR, we had to pay attention to traffic, other planes that might fly in the same airspace as we were. It was important not to run into one another. I had to believe that was true. As Greyson lined up for our small airport, I called Dad and told him we would be landing shortly so to come and pick us up. Dad said that Charles was already there and would bring us to the farm. I told Dad we might make a pass over the farm, if he and Mom wanted to go out and wave to us. Greyson asked me where it was, and he’d head for it. I pointed it out to him, telling him it looked small from up here. Greyson assured me everything did, and seemed close together from up here. He was right about that. Greyson took us down to 500 feet above the ground, saying that was the lowest we could go legally, telling me we had to maintain at least 1,000 feet above the ground for populated areas, towns and cities. The farm would qualify for 500 feet. We buzzed the farm and could see Mom and Dad out front waving to us. Greyson had the flaps out, going as slow as we could and stay in the air. Greyson waved the wings at them, then we headed off for the downwind leg of the airport. Greyson had me go through the landing procedures with him, telling me once we were on the ground, we needed to hit the brakes, as this was a way shorter and narrower runway than the regional airport had. I swear Greyson put it right on the runway heading numbers, lowered the nose and hit the brakes. He still had plenty of runway left to stop, but you always wanted to make sure you could before you let off your guard. Not having taxiways there at our little airport, we had to backtrack the active, which is what Greyson announced on Unicom. He finally pulled up to the ramp, whipped the plane around to head to the runway again, then let me kill the engines. I opened the door and we all piled out. Charles ran up to meet us, excited to see us again.
“Wow, that bird is beautiful coming in for a landing, Josh. That’s the nicest 310 I’ve ever seen, and we don’t get to see many of them here at our airport,” Charles said excitedly. He gave me a quick awkward bro-hug, excited to see me, then ran to help Greyson with our duffle bags and back packs. I introduced Charles to Dylan, who hadn’t met him. Zach had already met him before at Gramps’ funeral, and remembered him from then. I introduced him to Dale and Greyson also, who seemed like celebrities in Charles’ mind, as he shook their hands excitedly.
Charles asked Greyson if he needed any fuel, but Greyson said he had plenty to get back to Uni and well over an hours’ worth of reserve, which was required. With that, Greyson stuck out his hand to shake mine, telling me I was a great co-pilot today, and he enjoyed flying with me. I hugged him instead. He seemed to like that better. Dale gave me a hug also, thanking me for letting him come along. I told him it was a pleasure to have him, and I hoped he got some good training in on the way home. He said he was so excited, he hoped he didn’t get a boner flying the plane. I told him I hoped he did get a boner flying the plane, as I sure did. That made him laugh, and hug me again.
“You know, you should hang out with us at the bar more often, Dale. You’re a great guy, and we’d like to get to know you better, especially since I’m entrusting the care of this great airplane to you,” I told him, making Greyson smile.
“I spend a lot of time reading and studying for my different written tests for my different certifications I’ll need, but I’ll try to drop by more often. You guys are great and this plane is the most wonderful plane of all,” Dale said, patting the 310 like it was his baby.
“Well, it looks like you really take good care of it, which we all appreciate,” I replied. Greyson said he practically polished it every day. Greyson said he told Dale he was going to rub the paint off of it, if he kept polishing it that much. Dale told him no way.
“Okay, student. Ready for some multi-engine training?” Greyson asked Dale. I swear I saw Dale grow a bulge in his crotch, a rather nice one too. Our cute blond headed aviation student, climbed into the 310 in the left seat, which surprised me some. “Don’t worry, Josh, I learned to fly the 310 from the right seat. All flight instructors have to be as proficient in the right seat as the left seat. In fact, I feel more comfortable in the seat you had than I do in the left seat for some reason. He’ll be fine. He’s damned good at what he does. On our flight back on Tuesday, I’ll put you over there and let you get the feel of it from the left seat. I think you might like that,” Greyson told me, seeing the excitement build in my eyes.
“I’m not sure about that, Greyson. Are you sure about that?” I asked, concerned.
“As sure as I am the sun is shining today, Josh. You’ll be fine. I won’t let you hurt us. Trust me,” he said with a wink. I shook my head some.
“Dale, make us proud and get back here to us on Tuesday, my man,” I hollered at him, as he was going through the check list.
“Absolutely, Josh. We’ll see you Tuesday morning. Have a great Christmas with your folks,” he hollered. Greyson patted me on the back and wished us all a Merry Christmas also, then jumped aboard and closed the door. We watched as Dale fired up the engines, after yelling ‘clear’, then headed down the runway to the end, to turn around to take off. He did his runup on the ramp, so as not to have to spend anymore time than absolutely necessary on the active runway, since we didn’t have a taxiway to do the runup on. He did a great job. We heard the engines roar, and the plane came roaring down the runway, lifting off nicely, then heading for the Heavens. It really was a cool sight. Damn, I knew if that was me in the left seat, my cock would be so hard, I’d be pre-cumming through my jeans.
I looked around and Charles had all our stuff in the back of the crew cab pickup truck of Dad’s that Stoney had purchased for him. “Want to drive?” Charles asked me. I smiled at him.
“No, you can drive, Charles. I’m fine just to ride,” I replied.
“Thought you might want to try out your Dad’s fantastic new pickup truck, since you bought it for him. By the way, that was pretty wonderful of you to do something like that. You must be doing damned good to be able to do something like that, Josh. Who’d have thought, you coming from our little town from a farm, could do that not more than two years out of here,” Charles commented. I smiled.
“First of all, Charles, I didn’t buy this pickup truck for Dad. My boss did, who was way wealthier than me. Trust me on that,” I replied, as we headed out of the airport and towards the farm.
“Wow, you must have the best boss in the world, Josh. Can’t beat working for someone like that,” Charles remarked.
“Had the best boss, Charles. Stoney died earlier this year of cancer, and we miss him terribly. He was a friend, a mentor, and someone I loved very much. I miss him terribly,” I replied, getting a little emotional, just thinking about Stoney again.
“Wow, so sorry to hear that, Josh. That’s a bummer. So who’s the boss now. Is he as nice as your last boss?” Charles asked. Zach and Dylan cracked up in the back seat, somewhat embarrassing Charles, who thought he asked something wrong, being a little slow and somewhat intimidated by college boys, kind of like Dylan, in a sense.
“Josh is the boss now, Charles,” Dylan replied for me, so I didn’t have to tell him myself.
“Damn, Josh, you up and made boss, taking your boss’ position. Wow, that’s fantastic. You always were a smart guy. I always thought you were the smartest guy in high school. I was never very smart, you, you were really smart. Wish I had your brains, then maybe I wouldn’t be in this town anymore and could go places like you do and fly in airplanes and the such,” Charles said, making me chuckle.
“How’s it going working for my old man, Charles?” I asked, changing the subject to something I hoped Charles had an opinion on. Charles smiled.
“Oh, your mom and dad are just the greatest, Josh, but I don’t have to tell you that. I just love them to death. Your dad has a lot of patience with me, and teaches me all kinds of things. Hell, your mom’s one hell of a cook too. Put a few pounds on me, but then your dad works it off of me. I really love working with your dad, Josh. They make me feel like one of the family,” Charles replied. I smiled.
“They always do. Hell they adopted Zach here last year, when he had your job. Mom adopted Dylan at Thanksgiving. Hell, you might as well be my brother also,” I chided.
“Me, your brother? You would consider me that?” Charles asked all excited. “Aw, Josh, that’s the greatest compliment you could ever pay me. Wow, to think I could be your brother, stupid little me, that had a brother that cared about me. Gees, Josh, that would just be the greatest,” Charles said, almost overwhelmed at the somewhat joke I made, which made me think, I needed tone it down some and not hurt his feelings.
“Well, looks like we just got another brother, Zach,” Dylan told Zach, concerning me even more. Now Dylan was in on the act. What did I need to do to put the brakes on this adoption, as Charles was by no means a good friend of mine, hardly an acquaintance period, for that matter. I never hung out with him at school or anywhere else. Hell, I hardly knew him in school. He had a whole set of friends, if I remembered at the time, that I didn’t care to have anything to do with period. Clyde, Beau and I were brothers pure and simple, and were inseparable, but Charles was never even on the radar anywhere. In fact, he was someone I hoped I never had to run into, as he was just kind of weird. Dylan had just overcomplicated something that didn’t need to even be discussed. Now, Charles would think he was one of us, but he wasn’t by any means, as far as I was concerned. I’d treat him with the same respect I’d treat anyone, but not love him like a brother by any means, in my mind.
“Charles, since you’re a new brother, what can we get you for Christmas?” Dylan asked him, heightening my frustration. I almost slapped myself, to see if I was dreaming or if this was real, praying we’d be home quick, and this conversation would end rapidly.
“Oh, Dylan, that’s mighty nice of you, but you don’t need to do anything like that. I didn’t get you guys anything, mainly because I don’t know you. But, if we’re going to be some kind of brothers, I hope to get to know you more in the few days you’re here. That would be mighty nice,” Charles replied. Damn, was he intending on sleeping with us also? I began to think I was going to faint. I thought to myself, Jake, I need to come to your house and be abused by your mother, more than I need to be abused by Charles.
“Dylan, I’m sure Charles has his own friends and family he needs to be with Christmas,” I interjected, before Dylan extended Charles an invitation to sleep over with us, which he probably had in mind next, I thought.
“No, just me and my mom these days. She has a new boyfriend, and when that happens, I kind of get forgotten and unnoticed. But, I’m used to it. Your folks have been more family to me than I ever had, Josh. You were so lucky to have them growing up. No wonder you turned out so good,” Charles told me, making me appreciate my heritage even more. I was fortunate that I grew up in a loving household the way I did. I began to feel a little sorry for Charles.
“Charles, isn’t your father still around?” I asked, thinking I possibly knew of him when I was younger.
“Gees, I wish. He took off when I was about five years old. He said he couldn’t take it anymore. But, that might have been because my mom was always sleeping with other guys she went to high school with, while Dad was at work. Mom was sixteen when she had me. I don’t think she got enough dick attention from Dad, so he wished her good luck and took off. I don’t have a clue where he is today. If Mom knows, she’s not tellin,” Charles replied.
“Oh, so sorry to hear that. For some reason I thought he was still around these parts,” I said, as we turned off the main road and started up our lane to the house, thrilling me to no end this conversation was ending quickly.
“Looks like you have the full welcoming committee,” Charles commented. Mom and Dad were standing out in front of the house in the cold, without coats, eager to see all of us. Gees, we all got smothered when we finally made it out of the pickup truck, Mom so excited to have us home for Christmas.
“Come on inside where it’s warm, boys. Dad has a fire going in the fireplace, and I’ve got lunch on the table for you all,” She said, after she hugged and kissed each one of us and Dad shook our hands. You’d have sworn all of us were really brothers.
We sat down at the table, and Mom said grace quickly, as she served up lunch which looked to be more like dinner, as there was plenty of cooked food there, fried chicken, gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans.
“Oh, boys, I have pie for desert so save some room for pie. I need to put some pounds on you boys while you’re here, especially you, Dylan. You need a little weight on you to keep you from blowing away on a windy day,” Mom chided. Dylan rolled his eyes, saying that hadn’t happened to him yet, but a few extra pounds wouldn’t hurt him.
“He’s gained a few pounds since Thanksgiving, the last time you saw him, Mom. We’ve been working out some, and he does some heavy lifting at work also, so he’s got some muscles now where he didn’t have before,” I informed her.
“Well, he still looks like he needs some good home cookin to fatten him up a little,” Mom replied. Dylan just smiled, not knowing what to say. “I’ve been working on Charles here also. He’s too thin. No matter how much I feed him, it seems like he works if off, working on the farm. I told Dad not to work him so hard.”
“Oh, it’s not that hard of work. Zach and Josh have done it all, so they know,” Charles replied, as he continued to eat a good meal. “It’ll certainly keep you in shape, though that doesn’t much matter in my case,” Charles added.
“You still living at home with your mom, Charles?” I asked, making conversation. Charles sighed.
“No, your dad bought a little piece of property, the old Cullen place at the north end of your land. There was about twenty acres of land there, that came up at a bank sale for just taxes. Anyway, remember the small little house on that land that had a lot of renters off and on? Well, your dad and me, we fixed it up a little, and I live there by myself now. Mom’s house is too busy with guys comin and goin, so now I have my own little place. The rent is cheap enough for me to afford it, and the electricity is cheap. It has a fireplace and I burn a lot of wood for heat. It ain’t too pretty, and it’s small, but I love it. I love the freedom of livin by myself, you know having your own independence,” Charles explained.
“Yeh, that came up for a song, Josh, so I snapped it right up. I really wanted the twenty acres to square off our land some, but there was that little house there. It needed some work, but Charles did most of the work and made it kind of nice, actually. It works well for him,” Dad added.
“I remember that now. Yes, that would square off the land to the north. I think that gives us another access to our back fields also, doesn’t it?” I asked Dad. He said it did, which was another reason to pick up the property.
“Bought the whole kit and kabootle for $2000, Josh. Can you believe that?” Dad asked.
“Wow, Dad, if you aren’t becoming the land baron now. That’s actually one hell of a deal. Great job there. And, you have a house to rent out, which is another bonus. The house had to be worth a hell of a lot more than that,” I said, thinking about it. Dad agreed, saying it was at least worth $20K, although it wasn’t much. I complimented my father for his investment, wondering how any house that was inhabitable could be worth only $20K. I had to believe it was worth way more than that, even in this rural town. Still, I was excited for him. Dad seemed pleased that I was pleased.
We finished lunch. Mom shooed us all away from the kitchen table, telling us to busy ourselves while she did the dishes. All the men folk went into the family room and sat around the fire. Dad was in his easy chair. I sat on a stool, I always loved to sit on. Charles, Dylan and Zach sat on the couch. Mom had the family room nicely decorated for Christmas, with her collection of Santa Clauses that I’d grown up with and lots of garland all around with shiny bulbs, looking festive. She had a freshly cut Christmas tree al decorated with ornaments I was used to since my early childhood, making me remember some great Christmases. She had stockings on the fireplace, mine, of course, then one for Zach, Dylan and Charles. Damn if Charles wasn’t working his way into our family. Seeing a stocking for him kind of shocked me some. I pointed out Dylan’s stocking to him. Dylan choked up, saying he couldn’t remember ever having a stocking before in his life. He started to cry and ran in the kitchen and hugged Mom. Mom held him tightly, telling him he was loved and part of our family now, so he needed to get used to it. She was so happy he was finally here with us. Dylan told her he had never been so happy in all his life. Mom told him she was so happy we could all love him and make him feel a part of us. Dylan said he never knew what a real family was like, but he said he figured this family was the closest to the best family that could ever be. Mom said she thought so anyway, and was glad to have him be part of it. Then she went back to washing dishes. Dylan asked if he could dry them for her. I thought Mom was going to cry. She told Dylan that I used to do that when I was little, then as I got older and involved in working on the farm, I didn’t like it anymore. She said she’d be honored to have him dry the dishes. Dylan was all excited to help. He seemed happy, which made me happy.
“We need to get Mom a dishwasher for Christmas, Dad. Do you think she’d like one?” I asked. Dad rolled his eyes.
“You know how fussy she is about new-fangled devices, son. Do you really think she’d ever use a dishwasher?” Dad asked me.
“I think she’d like it. We use the one at the apartment all the time. Saves tons of time, and it does a better job of washing dishes than we could ever, trust me on that one,” I replied.
“Hey, if you think she’d like one, I’ll buy her one, but I’ve offered several times, and she says we don’t need it,” Dad replied.
“I’ll bet she’d like it, and let me buy it for her, from all us guys,” I told Dad. He chuckled, telling us good luck on that with Mom. “Hey, we need to borrow your truck to run over to the mall this afternoon to pick up a few things for Christmas, if you don’t mind, Dad,” I told him.
“Hey son, do what you want to do while you’re home. The truck is yours to use whenever. I don’t have anything I need it for while you’re here, that I can think of anyway,” Dad replied. “You mind taking Charles with you? I’m sure he’d rather hang out with you guys than he would here with Mom and me,” Dad added. While I wasn’t crazy about the idea, I said, ‘sure, why not’. Charles got all excited, thinking he had brothers to hang with now, I was sure.
“Let me run to my house real quick to change clothes, and I’ll be right back,” Charles said, getting up and taking off. He had a beat-up old Ford Ranger pickup truck similar to mine, only mine was actually in better shape as rough as it was too. Off he went, with the thing sputtering some as he did.
“I keep telling him he needs to get that engine looked at,” Dad said, as we heard it making noises when he left. “I have him use mine most of the time, but he uses his to get back and forth from his house to here.”
“How’s he working out? Okay?” I asked. Dad smiled.
“Josh, he’s a good kid, actually. I think he’s had a bad rap for some time, mostly because of the guys he hung out with. The kid never had any family much, his mother, well his mother is something else when it comes to men. Charles never had a dad to teach him things, and tell him what was right and wrong. He’s very honest and very grateful and considerate of others. I think he’s starved for attention, actually. I don’t think he was really as bad as his friends were, but they were the only ones that paid him any attention at all in school, so he thought he had to hang with them, having no one else. Hell, you hardly knew him in school. I asked Clyde and Darren about him. They both said that they really didn’t know much about him, other than he seemed to get in trouble a lot, mostly because of the friends he hung out with. I guess a couple of the guys he was friends with had to get married because they got some girls pregnant, so those boys are off limits as friends now, although I hear they drink a lot and still aren’t worth a shit for hands anywhere. Then two others of his little posse, got in trouble and the judge told them it was the Army or jail. They’re in Ft. Benning now, serving in the Army. I think that’s a good place for them, according to Charles. He said it was a Godsend that they left, as they were headed for bigger trouble, and he was finally trying to distance himself from them, knowing they were eventually going to pull him down. He’s been a great help to me, and very appreciative and grateful for the work. He’s so excited to have his little house now for himself, living on his own, able to make his own way,” Dad explained.
“What do you charge him for rent a month?” I asked, curiously. Dad smiled.
“Hell, son, I only charge him $100 a month for rent. He writes me out a check every month. I made him get a checking account at the bank and a savings account. I just redeposit the $100 rent check in his savings account, but he hasn’t figured that out yet. He thinks savings accounts are fantastic with the interest they pay, seeing himself make $100 in interest every month. He gets so excited when he sees that statement every month. He’s always proud to show me how much money he’s saved,” Dad said smiling.
“Pretty slick, Dad,” I said smiling. “You really are looking out for him.
“Now I know where you get your generosity, Josh. Of course, I’ve known that all along,” Zach said, smiling. “You two are just alike, and I love you both for that. You both have huge hearts and take care of others,” Zach added. I had to stop and think about that.
“Some people just need a break to be what they can be. Charles was like that. He hung out with the wrong crowd, because they were the only ones that’d pay him any attention at the time. He was starved for some kind of friendship and took what he could get, I guess. Even though they weren’t great kids or friends, he had no one around him to tell him otherwise. Now, he knows he can be himself, and not have to depend on others. I tell you, he’s been a great help to me and your mom, and we’ve kind of enjoyed having him around, kind of like we did with Zach, until you took him away from us,” Dad said, picking at me.
“Hey, Zach was destined for greater things, and we both know that. Besides, I love him too,” I said, winking at Dad. He smiled. “No, I’m glad Charles is good company and a good worker. You deserve that, and if you need help paying him, let me know and I’ll kick in some bucks, as I’ve got more than I ever thought possible in a lifetime,” I explained. Dad smiled.
“Son, we’re doing just fine, after what your boss Stoney did for all of us after Gramps passed. I’ve never been this financially well off in my life. I always had to play it close to the vest, and still do just out of habit, but I can certainly afford to pay Charles, and he loves making the kind of money he makes and having his own place. We’re good, Son. You don’t have to worry about your mother and me. We’re in great shape now,” Dad assured me. I went over and hugged him. Zach did also. I told him I was well off now also, so if he needed anything, not to hesitate to ask. Dad smiled and told me he loved me.
“When I buy that thousand acres, I’ve had my eye on, I’ll let you know, as I might need a loan then,” Dad said with a slight smile. I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, then he laughed. “It’s a joke, son. I have more than I can take care of now. I shouldn’t have bought that twenty acres, but it was a steal, and too good to turn down,” Dad remarked. I had to agree with him wholeheartedly on that decision.
Dylan returned from the kitchen with Mom. They sat down and joined us. “Mom, the guys are leaving us again, going shopping at the mall. Anything you need there, like a diamond bracelet or a new Mercedes?” Dad asked, jokingly.
“Maybe a full-length fur coat to put in my closet and never wear. That might be nice,” Mom replied, obviously joking as well.
“You two, I swear are so hard to buy things for. I just have to look around and see what’s worn out, then go out and buy it for you,” I commented.
“Sweetheart, your dad and I have been getting along just fine with all the things we have already. No sense in spending money on things not needed,” Mom replied. I shook my head.
Charles finally showed back up. We gathered our coats and headed out to Dad’s truck. “You drive, Josh,” Charles said, as he climbed into the back seat. I gave him a strange look, but climbed into the driver’s seat. Dylan quick jumped in the back seat with Charles, and Zach sat up front with me. “I don’t like driving on busy highways, and I never go over to Cliburn in my truck, so I feel better going with someone else, if you don’t mind,” Charles added. I told him that was fine with me, as it didn’t bother me at all. I backed around, then headed down the lane, trying to adjust things to fit me and make me comfortable.
“Damn, this thing has way too many settings,” I said, having to stop and figure out what I needed to do.
“You just set them all to your liking, Josh, then push one of the save buttons on the door. Your Dad is #1, I’m #2, so you can push #3 and then every time you drive it, you push your setting button and everything adjusts automatically to the way you originally set it,” Charles informed me. “I know, took me forever to figure it out also. I had to set it for your Dad, as he was cussing it all the time, saying he wanted his old truck back. I think he likes this pretty much now, once he got used to it,” Charles remarked. I had to smile.
We finally hit the highway and took off out of town. “So what’s your social life here in town like these days, Charles? Anything notable going on, or is it still the same?” I asked.
“Pretty much the same, Josh. Don’t know of any new people moving in or anything. Just all of us lifers, I guess you could say. Would be nice to move somewhere else sometime, and kind of start over with new people, ones that don’t have their mind made up that you’re a dufus or something,” Charles commented.
“You’re not a dufus, Charles. I never looked at you that way. I just thought you were quiet and kind of shy, not really interacting with a lot of kids at school. Like I said, I hardly knew you. Did you know Clyde and Beau?” I asked him.
“Yeh, Clyde played football. He was decent, but I never really knew him. He hung out with you and Beau. Beau was okay. He probably said hi to me a couple of times in our senior year. I used to help with the football team, but the guys that were assumed to be my buddies, mostly dominated my time there. I was like the water boy, the guy that handled all the equipment, and stuff. At least I got to interact with some of the guys then, mostly the ones that got in trouble afterwards,” Charles replied.
“About that, what actually happened, as I never heard the real story?” I asked. “I heard one time you got into some kind of trouble doing something, but that’s all I really ever heard. Like I said, I never really knew you or talked to you any, not that I didn’t want to, I just never saw you or shared any classes with you or anything. You hung out with that Billy Joe, Mikey, Donald and Henry, I think were their names. They were kind of devious if I remember,” I mentioned.
“Oh, they were assholes to me at times, Josh, but they were the only ones that let me hang with them and treated me as a friend, even though I wasn’t treated very nicely. They ragged on me all the time, but it was tolerable, I guess you could say. Better than not having any friends at all. Billy Joe and Mikey, knocked up a couple of sisters and had to marry them. I kept telling them you’re gong to get them pregnant if you keep fucking without rubbers. They told me I didn’t know anything. Well, that’s what happened. Little fuckers were horny all the time and didn’t care who or what they fucked. It caught up with them, and there were two shotgun type weddings. Those women are fat as hell now, and the little kids are total brats. The guys get drunk all the time now, but the girls’ dad keeps a tight reign on them. They have to work for him. In my opinion, they’ve become slaves because of what they did, fucking those girls. They used to brag about fucking them side by side to see who could cum first. Sometimes they’d pull out, but most times not. I had to witness that one night, and it about made me sick. They told me if I told anyone, they’d fuck me next, and fuck me good. I kept my mouth shut. Then Donald and Henry were just as bad, fucking around also, but at least they were smart enough to wear rubbers. They had a scare one time that one of the girls they were fuckin was pregnant. Scared the shit out of them with good reason, as one of them was the police chief’s daughter. He told both boys, Henry and Donald, if he caught them fucking his daughter, he’d shoot their balls off, and I believe he would too,” Charles said, getting worked up as he told the story.
“So what happened that Donald and Henry got in trouble and either had to join the Army or go to jail?” I asked.
“Those boys were so oversexed it was crazy, Josh. It kind of pains me to say this, but it’s kind of funny in a way, and then it’s downright immoral also. They kind of got railroaded, but they asked for it and put themselves in a compromising position. Not only were they screwing the police chief’s daughter, but apparently the wife took them on a few times also. Even the daughter didn’t know what was going on. I guess the wife was some sort of, what you call, nympho maniac, and she liked dick, especially young dick, and couldn’t seem to get enough of it. She got hooked on these boy’s dicks, and fucked them silly anytime she could. I guess the police chief came home early one day, during a school day, as his daughter was at school at the time. Anyway, he caught Donald on the downstroke fucking his wife and his wife sucking Henry’s big ole cock, and he had a big ole cock, I hope to tell you. Both of them were well hung, which just drove the Mrs. crazy with lust. I swear those boys got a whoopin like you wouldn’t believe, then the old man threw them in jail. Then he came to them with a proposition, seeing as his wife had a problem, he wanted the boys to leave town. He proposed they join the Army and he’d take them personally to get them signed up, over in Cliburn, where we’re going. Or, and this was a big ‘or’, the wife would swear the two of them raped her and he happened to catch them in the act, then he’d make sure they went to the state pen as sex offenders, rapists, where he was sure they’d spend many years getting their buttholes drilled by the rest of the boys in the pen. They obviously, didn’t think they had much of a choice, when it came to that. I think the old man left them in jail overnight, then took them to the Army recruiting office the next day. I swear they were on a bus to Ft. Benning the following day, staying in Cliburn for the night. I don’t think they had a change of clothes or underwear for three days, then ended up in the Army. They text me every once in a while, but I really don’t want to have anything to do with them. Just having been their friends for a couple of years hasn’t helped my reputation either. I kind of get associated with them, since I hung out with them for my high school years,” Charles explained.
“Charles, did you ever fuck the police chief’s daughter or her mother?” I asked. Charles got a little defensive.
“No, Josh. I never fucked any girl, if you really want to know. Never found any girl that’d have me, and I would never force myself on anyone. I thought about it a few times, as they offered her to me, and she was willing, after seeing my big cock. The guys made me get naked with them, when they were fucking her. I watched a few times, not being able to leave, like I wanted to. They would threaten me to keep my mouth shut, and said if I was there, I couldn’t say anything because I would be guilty also. Being naked, the girls could describe my dick to the authorities and they’d have me dead to rights. Anyway, the way they fucked those girls at times, felt terribly wrong to me. I didn’t want to be that type of person. I hated what they were doing to the girls they’d fuck. It wasn’t right, but there wasn’t much I could do. To tell you the truth, I was just as happy when they were sent to the Army. Oh, and get this, the police chief told them, if they did anything to get a dishonorable discharge from the Army, and showed up back here, he would personally see that they went to the state pen, so they had better tow the line. They seem to hate it, but they have to tolerate it. From what they told me, in texts, there’s plenty of pussy that hangs around the Fort, you just have to be careful of the diseases they have. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?” I shook my head, as did Zach and Dylan.
“Damn, Charles, I wish I would have known you were lonely and in need of friends. I mean, Clyde, Beau and I were tight, but we would have befriended you,” I told him.
“I never felt I was good enough to be around you guys. My four, so called friends, always told me I was trailer trash like them, and guys like you wouldn’t have anything to do with guys like me,” Charles replied. I shook my head in dismay, feeling sorry for the missed opportunity to befriend a decent person I knew nothing about at the time.
“Okay, I’ll tell you how guys like me don’t have anything to do with guys like you, which is totally false. Dylan, tell, Charles your story, and we’ll see if he still thinks I don’t have anything to do with guys like him,” I said. Dylan started to explain.
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