Chapter 415 – Growing Closer Together
It bothered me to think there were guys that knew me that thought I wouldn’t have anything to do with them because I felt they were inferior to me or my friends. Nothing was further from the truth, but I couldn’t control how anyone thought, only seek to correct that inaccurate thinking if given the opportunity. Dylan was doing that for me in Charles’ case, for which I was totally grateful. We were almost to the mall when Dylan finally finished his long tale of how he became a brother, so to speak, only he as a lot closer than just a brother, and he was so grateful to be loved by those that didn’t care about his background, but loved him for who he really was and the character he displayed. He was genuine and sincere, something we informed Charles of after Dylan told Charles how he came to be with us.
“Damn, Dylan, you had it worse off than I did. I can’t believe you had that kind of life. It’s amazing you turned out so well,” Charles told Dylan, after hearing Dylan’s similar, but worse, hard luck story.
“I owe who I am to Josh, Zach, Jake, and a lot of great brothers we have back in Uni. They took me in and loved me, making me feel like I belonged in their family. Let me tell you, Charles’, I didn’t make that easy for them either. I fought it at first, being a total ass and prick. I couldn’t seem to handle any job they gave me, and I started to feel hopeless, fearing the constant fear of possibly having to go to jail. I didn’t want that at all, but I didn’t let the guys know I was scared that would happen. I think I broke down a time or two, thinking I had failed, and I was going to the slammer soon. Josh always stood up for me and made me feel better. Then I got the dream job of my life. I love what I do now, and I’m half good at it,” Dylan said proudly.
“Don’t let him kid you, Charles, he’s damn good at it. And everyone that works with him thinks that way also. They all love him,” I assured Charles.
“So a guy like me, can make it then. It’s character and perseverance, I guess. I’ve always tried to do the right thing, although sometimes it didn’t appear that way. I just never got any good breaks, and I hung around with some scuzz balls, which didn’t help me any,” Charles admitted.
“Well, now you’re working for a great family, Charles. Mom and Dad will treat you like one of their own. Ask Zach about that,” I teased.
“Oh, I know that. I feel that every day, Josh. I envy the hell out of you that you got to grow up in a loving home with two parents that loved you and always looked out for you. My momma always made sure I had food to eat and a place to live, but the rest, well it was sketchy at best. Still, she’s my momma, and I have to love her. What you had was a million times better than I had, let me tell you. Dylan, now he was way worse off, being kicked out of his home at 14 and living in the system, being shoved around to different foster homes and all. That would suck, big time,” Charles replied. We all agreed it did suck, big time.
“Well, in the end it turned out all right. I am so grateful that Josh rescued me and took me in, even though I gave him a hard time doing it. He never gave up on me, Charles. Never,” Dylan told him, extremely grateful. Charles reached over and hugged him.
“Now, I get you for a brother also, and Zach and Josh. I couldn’t be happier,” Charles proclaimed. We all chuckled. Although his working his way into the family disturbed me some on our trip home from the airport, I was starting to warm up to the idea of another brother, here at home. I mean, he seemed nice enough and had some major bad breaks in life. He was warm hearted and friendly, definitely great looking with a nice body, so who could complain about that. Now if he was just gay, well, that would be icing on the cake. If not, he better learn to tolerate our ways, or be excluded from our real intimacy. I guess that remained to me seen and possibly acquired. As loving as he seemed to want to be with all of us, and as loyal as he was to his disturbed friends, I had to believe he would tolerate our sexual behavior, even if he didn’t take part in it. Still, I’d love to see him naked, if nothing else. My dirty mind gave me that idea. I couldn’t help it, but at the moment, I could have cared less.
We finally arrived at the mall. Charles told me Mom invited him to go to Church with us and for snacks afterwards at the house, a tradition we had done since I was a little kid. He wanted to know what was ‘proper’ to wear to Church. Dylan said Josh had told him what he needed, and he’d go with him to Penny’s if he wanted, and help him find some cheap slacks and a sweater to wear to candlelight service on Christmas Eve. Charles was extremely grateful. I thought that was nice of Dylan, and it would give them both a chance to bond some.
We dropped them off outside Penny’s, and I told them Zach and I would go to the appliance box store and see about a dishwasher for Mom. I told Dylan to call me when they were ready for us to pick them up. He said they’d be fine on their own, as he had his charge card with him. I told him not to spend it all in one place. He just laughed, thinking I knew how tight he was.
Zach and I headed to the big box store for appliances. A nice sales agent showed us all the features of a dishwasher. I never knew there were that many brands and that many features for a simple dishwasher. It was kind of crazy, but we finally decided on a pretty fancy one, but one that was easy to operate. The guy said when it was full enough to run, just to push either the ‘normal’ button or the ‘heavy duty’ button and then push start and close the door. He said you could hardly hear it, it operated so quietly. I thought that would be nice.
“Josh, you know there is something else your parents could use, if you really wanted to make this Christmas special for them,” Zach told me. I was all ears, begging him to tell me. “Well, their washer and dryer are very old, and the washer makes a lot of racket when it runs. I think it’s because of all those cum crusted sheets you washed in that washer over the years. I also noticed that your mother hung a lot of clothes outside to dry, complaining that the dryer took forever to dry the clothes. Maybe we could chip in and buy them a new washing machine and dryer?” Zach asked. “Your mom really deserves one to make her life a little easier,” Zach suggested. I had to agree.
“You know, I think I was maybe 8 years old when then got that set. Damn, it’s seen a lot of years and a lot of cum crusted sheets and underwear go through that washer and dryer. I think that’s an excellent idea, actually, Zach. I hadn’t realized, that the young, hot looking sales agent, was paying attention to what we were talking about as he was working on the sales processing for the dishwasher.
“Sounds like someone had a lot of personal fun growing up,” he commented. Zach and I looked at each other and laughed.
“You better believe it, bro. You have the same kind of fun?” I asked, curiously.
“Oh, yeh. I think we all did. Some good times, I sure remember,” he said smiling, as he continued to work. “Had a hard time keeping my dick out of my hand from about my 12th birthday on, when I got hair on my dick and balls. Then when all my buddies got there also, it became even more fun. Let’s just say, we didn’t waste any time pleasuring ourselves,” he said. Zach and I chuckled.
“Just yourselves, or possibly each other?” I asked, chiding. I swear he turned red, embarrassed to say.
“Let’s just say that was a possibility, as we were all curious, and just leave it at that,” he replied, now wanting to change the subject.
“Nothing like taking care of your friends,” I replied. He smiled, wanting to tell me so bad, I just knew, but needed to be professional. “Now about the washer and dryer. I guess we’re going to need a package there also,” I told him, getting him all the more excited.
The sales guy took us over to that area and asked us what our preferences were. I told him we needed something that washed clothes and dried them. He laughed, and said virtually everything for several aisles did that, but we needed to narrow it down some or we could spend months comparing everything. He asked if we wanted top loading or front loading for the washing machine. I told him I thought my mother would have a conniption with a front loader, fearing all the water would come out and flood the house. He said that was good to know, and we just narrowed the field down to top loaders with a front loading dryer, which he said almost all were. Okay, Zach and I were on board.
“Are you guys brothers?” the sales guy asked. “Since you said this was for your mother.” Zach and I looked at each other and laughed.
“Well, you could say that. I’m adopted and he’s blood,” Zach told him. I rolled my eyes. The sales guy, Marvin, chuckled.
“Gees, you look great together. You could be blood brothers,” Marvin replied. Zach and I chuckled.
“Not and have the fun we have together,” Zach replied, confusing Marvin for a moment, then he smiled.
“Oh, I see, like in the case of the cum crusted sheets. I get it,” Marvin said, then chuckled. Zach told Marvin he catches on fast.
“Well, in that case, I can tell you I have a boyfriend also. I just love him, and he loves me. We’ve been together for a whole year now. Damn, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but he makes me hard just to look at him. You two are just adorable. I’ll bet you have a lot of fun together also,” Marvin replied, grinning ear to ear. Wouldn’t mind playing with you two, for sure. You live around here?” Marvin asked. I shook my head.
“No, we actually own a gay bar in the City and one in Uni where we go to the University. My parents live about an hour from here, and this is the closest place to shop for almost anything. Sounds like the gay life might be half decent in this town also,” I replied.
“What bar do you own in Uni? There’s only one gay bar that I know of up there and it’s the CNB, I think is the name,” Marvin asked.
“That’s us. We own that one and the one in the City. Actually, we own one in San Diego and another in Ft. Lauderdale, plus a gay resort in Key West where we’re headed to on Tuesday,” I informed our new friend Marvin.
“OMG, as I live and breathe. That’s amazing. You guys are so young to own so many hot places. I’m just blown away. I need to spend time with you guys and get the hell out of this hole,” Marvin said, emphatically. I asked him what about his boyfriend. “Well, with all the hot guys I saw up there at the CNB one Saturday night when we were in there watching those hot dancers, I think it’s time to trade my boyfriend in for a hot one up there,” Marvin exclaimed. Zach and I shook our heads.
“Well, drop in to see us sometime, Marv, and we’ll guarantee you a good time,” I chided. I swear I could watch the bulge grow in his slacks when I told him that. I thought he was going to faint. “Marvin, about that washer/dryer combination thing. What’s nice, easy to operate and will last another 25 years?” I asked. Marvin got himself back together again, and showed us a really good matching combo that came in a variety of colors. I told him it had to be white, or my mother wouldn’t believe it could be any good. He said white was still a very popular color, although the younger crowd was starting to get into the grays, graphites and even some crazy colors, that had to be special ordered. I told him I wanted white and a well-known brand, so Mom didn’t freak out with some name she couldn’t pronounce. We settled on Maytag, since that name had been around forever and the repair man was lonely, according to the ads. Marvin said he’d damage his machine just to have the Maytag repairman come out and bend over to fix it, showing his butt crack. That made us laugh. Marvin was all right, I had to think. He thought a lot like us. Well the Maytag set me back a couple grand, but it would keep Mom happy for years. All in all, it was close to $3K before we got out of there, with delivery and installation costs. I told Marvin I wanted the appliances delivered and installed. He said he’d put us on their white glove program to make that happen. I told him he was a good man. He said he’d love to show Zach and I just how good he was. I told him to drop by sometime and we’d check him out. I swear he got a boner once again with that invitation.
Having used my charge card, and receiving a bro hug from Marvin, Zach and I headed out. I told him the appliances would be from all the sons, real and accumulated. That made Zach laugh, but said he was so glad he could love my mother and father like the ones he never had. I told him he was a true brother for sure, giving him a little hug, and telling him I loved him.
“Josh, would it be possible for you to take me to see my father tomorrow afternoon sometime?” Zach asked. I looked at him and smiled, telling him of course it would. “I want to wish him and my new stepmom a Merry Christmas. It would be rude of me to come to town and not see them. Although, he really hasn’t reached out to me to see what my plans were for Christmas. I did tell him a few weeks ago, you had invited me to spend Christmas with your family. Dad knew how much I cared about your mom and dad, so he thought that was great, but that was the last I heard from him. He never asked when I would be home, or how long I was staying. You’d think he might ask at least that. Anyway, I guess he’s too preoccupied with his new bride, that he kind of forgets about me. It’s okay in a way. It wouldn’t be if I didn’t have you guys to love and depend on,” Zach explained.
“Hey, I know it’s hard to think that the man that loved you all his life, and really spent time with you after your mom died, making you two feel really close, up and kind of abandoned you when he got a sniff of a new pussy to spend his life with. I guess, man doesn’t want to be alone and lonely, wanting to share his life with someone. We just want to spend our lives with each other, but straight people, they love the opposite sex. To each his own. Doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay, you still want to be loved and cared about by someone else or others. You have us for life, Zach. That’s a promise,” I told him.
“I couldn’t be happier, Josh. You know how much I love you, and how much you mean to me. Did you remember it was Christmas last year that we first met? You came to the swimming pool at the high school and I happened to be there. That was the most exciting day of my life, meeting you. We hit it off fantastically the first day we met. Damn, I fell in love with you right off. Wow, we had some great times last Christmas. I got to sleep with you in your bed, you making me feel like I was the most loved guy on the planet. Wow, I get hard every time I think about that night. Hell, I get hard thinking about us in the pool together, naked and fucking on the steps. Shit, we even jumped off the diving board together with your cock up my ass, if I remember,” Zach reminisced.
“Damn, Zach, I about ripped my balls off, if I rememberm doing that stunt with you. We were crazy assed mother fuckers doing a stunt like that. What the hell were we thinking?” I chuckled.
“We weren’t thinking, Josh. We were just having fun and loving on one another. That was one of the best times of my life, until you had to go back to school. Then I got to live with your family and they became like family to me. Best thing that ever happened to me. I love them so much, just like I love you, Josh. I couldn’t be happier right now, which is why I need you to help me with a difficult chore,” Zach said, getting serious. I looked at him concerned.
“Would you stand by me when we see my father tomorrow? I want to tell him the truth, that I’m gay, and I couldn’t be happier,” Zach asked, shocking me some.
“Hey, you stood with me, so I will stand with you, Zach. We’re brothers, and we support one another, never letting each other down. I have to admit, I’m a little nervous about it, but I’m sure you’re even more nervous, but, hell yes, let’s lay it out there. He can’t eat us. The most he can do is throw us out, but if he loves you like he should, he should be supportive. He has to be proud of your accomplishments. Look what you’ve done in swimming and even have a chance to beat my record this year for the state championships. Then, there’s the fact that you’re going to be very wealthy someday, if we can keep what we started, going, and I believe with all my heart, we can. You have a lot to be proud of, plus the fact you have many brothers that love and respect you. Your dad should be very proud of you, Zach. If he bulks at it, you know that standing beside you is someone that is extremely proud of you and loves you with all his heart,” I assured him. I thought Zach was going to cry, but he hugged me tightly, telling me he loved me so much, and that I meant the world to him. I told him he could show me that tonight in bed. All of a sudden, he got serious again. I thought what I said was kind of funny.
“What’s it going to be like with Dylan in bed with us, Josh?” Zach asked seriously. I smiled.
“He’s one of the most loving guys you could ever have sex with, Zach,” I assured him. Zach gave me an odd look.
“You’ve had sex with him? I didn’t think he fucked crazy college boys. I thought that was taboo for him,” Zach replied. I grinned from ear to ear.
“Oh, that’s what he’d have you believe, but one by one, he’s been picking off each of you, and telling you that you have to be silent about what happened or it would never happen again. That’s his MO. Now, he doesn’t do much of it, but when he thinks it’s appropriate, it happens, clandestine like. One night he knew Dustin was depressed and they ended up making love. Made Dustin extremely happy. He’s had Chase, Jake, me, Tim, Terry, and maybe others I haven’t found out about yet. He hasn’t marked you, Brady, Allen and OBB off yet, but you’ll be a notch in his ass tonight,” I assured him. Zach shook his head.
“That son of a gun. Little devious, isn’t he. Has he had Caleb yet?” Zach asked, curiously.
“No, and I don’t think that will ever happen, but then, if he felt sorry for Caleb and thought it would help him, he just might. You never know. Zach, he does have a big heart, despite how he acts at times. He loves all you guys with all his heart. He was extremely sincere at Thanksgiving, saying how much he had to be thankful for. Then, you heard him this afternoon telling Charles about what happened and how much he loved all of us,” I reminded him.
“Well, I certainly didn’t know he had sex with most of the guys, after he said that would never happen. I always thought he’d be hot as hell in bed, but never thought we’d get to experience it. I was okay with just loving him without sex, thinking I might get a shot at his ass for the shareholder initiation coming up, but figured that wouldn’t be very intimate, wishing there was a better situation to really see what physical love was like with him. I guess you answered my question. It’s probably going to happen tonight then. We don’t have to be celibate tonight after all. Damn, I like that thought a lot. I couldn’t stand the thought of curling up next to you, in a bed we’d made love in countless times, and not be able to love you like I wanted. I was even trying to think about how we could sneak off together to make love. Now, I guess I don’t have to think about that anymore. Looks like tonight will be wonderful after all,” Zach said, with an air of excitement. I assured him all would be great.
We stopped by an electronic box store to see what kind of specials they had going. I asked Zach if he knew what kind of video games Dylan liked. He said he didn’t have a clue, but wanted to look at laptops as his was on its last leg. We walked around the laptops and tried to evaluate the ones he liked in his price range. When he finally said he thought he could afford one, I told him to get it and that would be a Christmas present from me.
“Josh, you can’t keep doing things for me like that,” he protested.
“I can do anything for the guys I love, Zach. I’m made so much money this year, I don’t know what to do with it. I need to spend some of it, and if I can do that to help someone I love as much as you, then I want to do it. It’ll be fine, in fact, I think we’ll get a better one than they one you picked out, because it’ll probably be faster an easier to use,” I said, telling the clerk to get us a more expensive model. Zach hugged me right there in the store. The clerk asked if we were brothers, as we seemed very close. I told her we were brothers all right, and very close. She smiled. They wrapped up the laptop, and we took off.
“I’m not going to open this on Christmas, Josh. It wouldn’t be right in front of Dylan and possibly Charles, if he’s here with us, which looks like he will be. He seems like a nice guy and Dylan seems to really like him, if you haven’t noticed. Don’t know what we all could do for him, as it’d be nice to do something,” Zach mentioned.
“Maybe Dylan might know after talking to him and spending time with him. We still have tomorrow, if we have to make another run over here in the morning, since we’re going to see your dad in the afternoon. We have to see Beau, Clyde and Darren sometime also. I wonder if Wendell is still with Beau,” I added, thinking about how the two were together now.
“Damn, is it just me or does it seem like the high school guys got hotter since we graduated?” I asked, looking around at some of the hot guys in jeans with nice bulges, obviously still in high school with letter jackets on.
“No, it’s not just you. I kind of noticed that also. There’s a lot of meat out shopping today,” Zach replied, but I’m more interested in getting a shot at your meat more than anything. Just like old times, back in our old bedroom in our old bed together, only this time we have a newbie to join us in our bed,” Zach replied. I had to agree.
Dylan finally texted, saying they were good to go, and to meet them outside of Penny’s, as they had made their way back there. Zach and I got in the truck and headed their way. We picked them up at the curb, with a bunch of packages. “Good grief, it’s a good thing we brought a truck with us. I don’t think we could have put all this stuff in your Jeep, Josh,” Zach said, looking at what the guys had with them. We piled all the stuff in the bed of the truck, then the boys jumped in. We finally headed for home.
“Did you get what you needed for Church tomorrow night?” I asked Charles.
“Yep, sure did. Didn’t have a clue what size I wore, so we had to try on several different size pants to see what fit me. I guess I wear like a 32 waist and an inseam of 34,” Charles said. Dylan helped me figure that all out in the dressing room. Took a few trials, but the ones I got seemed to fit okay,” Charles replied.
“Yeh, we tried on a 30 waist first, but he couldn’t bring that up over his big dick and balls,” Dylan informed us. Zach and I looked at each other and shook our heads.
“And you had to help him, I suppose?” I asked, Dylan.
“Yep, sure did. We got them stuffed in there, finally. Looked good in the 32 waist, but too tight in the 30 inch waist. He’s definitely a 31 or 32, and has longer legs also,” Dylan replied. Again, I shook my head.
The hour trip home was fine, the boys talking about their experiences at the mall, what they saw and looked at. Dylan said they split up for a half-hour to look at different things, but didn’t have any trouble finding each other again. Dylan said he had Charles’ phone number now, and sent it to both our phones as an added contact, and gave Charles’ our contacts also, so we could keep in touch. Dylan said they both found out they liked video games, and looked at some of the new games at a video store, even trying out a couple. Charles said that his old video game console wouldn’t play many of the new games, so they didn’t buy any. Dylan was telling him what our console did, although I had no idea what all it did.
“Okay, brothers,” I started to say, emphatically, gathering the attention of my new siblings, “we got some things for Mom and Dad. The four of us are giving Mom and Dad a new dishwasher and a new washer and dryer for Christmas. That’s coming from all four of us, so we’re good there,” I informed them.
“What do we owe you for that?” Dylan asked, eager to pony up, apparently having fun finally getting to spend some money for once.
“Nothing, it’s all taken care of, but since they have four boys now, we needed to do something jointly,” I informed them.
“Wow, Josh. That’s wonderful. I don’t expect you to have to pay for things for me. I can come up with some money to pitch in,” Charles replied. I smiled at him.
“Charles, let big brother handle this, and just enjoy the fact you’re our new brother. You really don’t know brother Jake that well, although you did meet him at Gramps’ funeral when you shuttled all of us from the airport to the Church for his funeral service, but you will get to know him in time, and you care about him like you do the rest of us,” I assured him.
“I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to hear you include me as one of your brothers, Josh. I really mean that. Your mom and dad have been so wonderful to me and now you. And Dylan is fun to be with and Zach too. I feel like my whole life has changed, having you guys home with me. I’m almost overwhelmed. I told him to get used to it, as it only got better the more he got to know us and was around us. Charles said he was looking forward to it.
We made it home just in time for feeding. Dad said he’d do it, and we could just have a beer and relax from our trip. I told him, nothing doing, as we needed to break Dylan in on farm chores. Dad chuckled and shook his head, then told us to have fun. Charles had asked if he could change with us, as he brought his feeding clothes with him in case we got back late. He didn’t want to have to run home to change, to come back and do the feeding. I told him to follow us. We took our things up to my bedroom, making our way past the old washer and dryer and refrigerator in the breezeway, then up the stairs to my bedroom.
“Wow, so this was your bedroom when you lived at home?” Dylan asked, looking around. “This is neat, up here all by yourself, and you even had your own bathroom. Dude, this is crazy. What a neat bedroom too. It’s so nice and cozy, really homey. You were so lucky, Josh. Damn, having a mom and dad like yours and living here in this neat old house on a farm and all, having your own bedroom and bathroom. Damn, you were really set up well here,” Dylan said, still amazed at my bedroom, as he poked around, looking at everything.
“Yeh, well wait until the rooster wakes your ass up in the morning, then tell me how great it is,” I chided. Dylan said he could care less about an old rooster. I told him we’d see.
“I’ve been up here a couple of times, Josh. You really do have a neat bedroom here. It’s like your own little apartment and all. Sure must have been nice growing up here in this house,” Charles said, looking around also.
“Some great memories here, guys. Still more to be made,” I replied. “Zach and Dylan, I have some old jeans and some shirts we can wear to do the feeding in. Zach, where did we put those when we cleaned out the room this summer?” I asked him. Zach went right to the closet and pulled them off the top shelf. I gave Zack and Dylan jeans and flannel shirts to wear, picking out some for myself. We stripped off to our underwear to change.
“Wow, you wear boxers?” Charles asked, looking at Dylan’s baggy boxers. Dylan smiled.
“Yeh, gives my big willie room to breathe. I noticed in the dressing room you like those short briefs. Those are too confining for me, dude. I need room to breathe,” Dylan told Charles, as we watched Charles get down to his tighty-whities, noticing he filled them our rather nicely. He adjusted himself some, as most guys do, once down to their underwear. Charles had a very nice body, no argument there. He was fairly muscular, with nice hairy legs, just right to make my dick hard. I wanted to see his dick and balls in the worst way, but didn’t want to alienate my new brother with intentions of incest planed in his mind. I figured we’d get to see that sooner or later. “Josh and Zach wear those boxer briefs, but those are still too snug for me. I like the room. It’s almost like freeballin,” Dylan told him.
“Done that a few times, when I ran out of undies,” Charles chuckled. “By the looks of all of us, mostly naked, we could be brothers,” Charles added, looking at Zach’s and my bulges in our briefs. “I guess Mom and Dad had a nice crop of well hung boys,” Charles chided. We all laughed, me noting his attention and interest in our genitalia.
“Guess we’re going to have to have a dick measuring contest later to see which brother is the largest,” Dylan chided. Charles laughed, thinking that was so funny. I thought, ‘way to go, Dylan’ as he made that statement.
“I’m sure you guys are bigger than me,” Charles mentioned, as he dropped his tighty-whities, revealing a nice flaccid, but full penis under a nice bush with some nice sized balls hanging below them. The boy was rather stunning and very decently hung.
“Nice crop of balls and dick there, Charles,” I commented, making him smile. Dylan dropped his baggy boxers, revealing his long cock and big low-hangers.
“Damn, Dylan, you have a big mess of balls there, dude,” Charles exclaimed, looking at Dylan’s junk. “What’s on the end of your dick there?” Charles asked, looking at Dylan’s foreskin.
“Foreskin, Charles. I’m uncut. Some doctor took a knife to your dick when you were a baby and cut it off your foreskin. See the scar on the side of your penis?” Dylan asked him touching Charles’ cock to show him the scar where he’d been circumcised. Charles seemed amazed, not having realized it was a scar there from missing foreskin. “Look how the head of my dick goes in and out of my foreskin,” Dylan instructed, showing Charles how it worked. Charles was fascinated by this, looking at Dylan’s cock closely.
“Wow, that is amazing. Never seen that before,” Charles said, still staring at Dylan’s cock. I was amazed he was staring at it that long. That didn’t seem to be something a straight guy would want to do, but then again, it was kind of a novelty, so I guess it might catch a straight guy’s attention. “Come on, bros, let’s see what you guys got,” Charles added, looking at Zach and me in our underwear.
“Come on, brothers, show our new brother what you’re packing,” Dylan urged. Zack and I dropped our underwear and revealed ourselves to Charles. “Ain’t that a site, Charles. We’re all well hung. Not bad for brothers. Jake is hung a lot like Josh, in case you’re wondering. Those two are pretty much alike, and it looks like Zach is right there with them,” Dylan commented looking over and inspecting Zach’s junk.
“Thank you for the extreme vote of confidence, Dylan,” Zach told him. “Wait until you see the balls on the bull, then tell us how well hung we are,” Zach chided.
“Oh, damn, Dylan, the bull beats us all, even your big low hangers,” Charles commented, as he pulled up his tighty-whities, covering up his junk once more, then slipped on his work jeans. We all followed suit, not really knowing where else this was going, only Dylan kind of got it started, not exactly sure why. We still didn’t know if Charles knew we were all gay, and if he had any inclinations in that area. It was better to play it safe.
Once changed, we put our jackets on again and headed to the barn. “Damn, it smells like shit out here,” Dylan commented, as we got the barn lot.
“It’s a farm, Dylan, with cows and pigs. They shit a lot when you feed them like we do,” I informed him. He shook his head. Charles backed the tractor up to the wagon. Zach climbed up on the fender of the tractor. I put Dylan in the wagon and stood on the tongue of the wagon while Charles took us to the grain bin to load up the feed. Charles pulled the wagon under the downspout of the grain bin. I got off the tongue and started up the auger, shooting the feed into the wagon, much to Dylan’s amazement. Once we got the right amount, we headed to the feeding troughs, set up in the back pasture. It was kind of a cold ride, but it felt good to breathe in that crisp clean farm air, with a little scent of cow shit. I must have been immune to the smell, having smelled it all my life growing up here on the farm. Dylan was excited with this whole new experience. He seemed fascinated by it.
When we got to the feeding troughs, I told Dylan to grab a scoop shovel and start shoveling feed into the throughs. He had a hard time of it at the beginning, and Charles, Zach and I giggled a few times when he nearly fell out of the wagon, not dumping the feed from his shovel fast enough. “Damn, this is hard work. You guys say you do this twice a day?” he asked, concerned. We all laughed. He shook his head at us. “Uh, you guys could help, since you know what the fuck you’re doing, and I don’t have a clue,” he protested. I grabbed the shovel from him, and in moments, almost had the whole wagon unloaded. Dylan was amazed. Zach grabbed the other shovel and helped. We had Charles move up to the next trough and started filling it. The cattle were gathered all around us, concerning Dylan as he had images of being stampeded by cattle. I told him they were more afraid of him then he should be of them. I got out of the wagon and walked between them, patting them on their backs, some backing away from me. Then we saw the bull and pointed him out to Dylan, his big balls hanging below him.
“Damn, fuck, those are some hefty balls, guys. Good grief. He has to be as big as he is just to carry those balls around like he does,” Dylan remarked, stunned at the sight of our bull’s balls. I went over to him and loved on him some, the bull remembering me all too well, somewhat in an intimate way, since I had the pleasure, or the misfortune, of having to jack him off at times. Dylan couldn’t get over how I got on with the cattle. Zach told Dylan the cattle were used to us feeding them twice a day, so they looked forward to seeing us, knowing they were going to get fed. Then he seemed to understand. He didn’t get out of the wagon, however, feeling safer up in the wagon than on the ground with cows, weighing as much as they did, walking around and bunching in together to grab food in the trough, as we unloaded it. Finally done, and the wagon empty, we headed back to the barn. I unhooked the wagon from the tractor, and Charles drove it into the barn. Dylan was fascinated by the barn, saying it was kind of picturesque. We took him up into the hay loft and showed him all the bales of hay we had stored up there. We used that as supplemental feed along with the corn. Dylan wanted to know how we got it up there. I told him about the hay fork system and the elevator, two ways to get the hay to the hay loft. He couldn’t believe what all went into farming. Charles was putting the tractor away down below, and checking the oil while we were in the loft. I told him that Beau, Clyde and I did a lot of fucking up there in the hay loft, which fascinated Dylan to no end. Then I showed him the stains on the barn siding in the loft, where our jizz had stained the wood. I pointed out Beau’s, Clyde’s, Jake’s, who wanted to be there also with the rest of us, Zach’s, who didn’t want to be left out either, then mine. Dylan said he should probably work up a load to leave on the wall also to join the wall of fame. Zach and I laughed, nubbying his head. Then we hugged him.
Charles had the tractor secured, after adding some oil to it. Dylan asked what various farm machinery was for. We explained that to him. Charles told him to come down to the farm sometime, even if Zach and I couldn’t come, and he’d have him help him for a week or so to really learn what all went on with the farm. Dylan said he might enjoy that, actually. That seemed to please Charles.
The feeding done, we headed for the house and supper. Mom had a full spread again, mostly leftovers from dinner we had at lunch. I swear she baked another pie, while we went to the mall. We were stuffed once again.
“Okay, shoo now. I need to clean up the kitchen, then bake some Christmas cookies,” She said, making us adjourn to the family room. There was some kind of Christmas special on TV that Dad had on. Charles, Zach and I sat on the couch, while Dylan demanded to be able to dry the dishes, then we heard him ask if he could help Mom with the Christmas cookies. I swear, I thought the woman was going to have a heart attack, she was so excited to have Dylan help her and spend time with her. I thought it was great for Dylan also, to see what all he missed during the holidays when he was growing up.
I stepped outside for a few moments to call Jake and see how he was doing. “Hey, babe, how’s it going on your end?” I asked Jake. He said he missed me terribly, already, although they had plenty of company after he got home. He said Luke was there with him, which made him feel better. I told him I was sure Luke would make him feel great tonight. Jake said he could only hope. I told him about having a new brother, Charles. Jake seemed confused, asking me if that was the Charles we met at the airport at Gramps’ funeral. I told him it was, and he was the one working for Dad now and helping on the farm. Jake wanted to know why he was our new brother. I had to give him a condensed version of how that came to be, but told him so far, it was okay. Jake said he still didn’t understand, but I could explain it in detail when we got to Key West. Jake wanted to know how Dylan liked the farm. I told Jake, we had Dylan help feed tonight and he thought it was fun, although the cows scared him. Jake laughed, saying he didn’t think anything intimidated Dylan. I laughed, saying the same thing. Then I told Jake, Dylan was really emotionally touched when he saw he had a stocking hanging on the fireplace. I told Jake he had one also, as my parents confessed to having four boys now in the family. Jake was quiet on the phone. I could tell he was emotionally touched.
“I wish I was there with you guys so much,” he said holding back the tears, I could tell, his voice cracking some. “I love you so much. It’s just weird here at home anymore. Your house is so full of love and caring. This house is so full of prim and properness, trying to celebrate the holiday without the true meaning of what it is. Everything has to be just right for relatives and visitors. You can’t just lay back, have a beer and enjoy each other’s company like you can at your house. I’m telling you, Josh, this is the last year I’m coming to my house. I’m going with you next year, where we’re all loved and cherished for being there. I have fake Christmas, while you’re enjoying a real one,” Jake complained.
“Okay, I get the point. I’d rather have you here with us anyway. I miss you terribly. Oh, guess what I have to do tomorrow, which you were able to miss, by going to your house for Christmas,” I told him. Jake had no idea. “Zach asked me to go with him to see his dad and tell him he’s gay. Are you sure you don’t want to miss that?” I asked.
“Oh, Lord. No, can’t say that I envy you on that one. For some reason, I don’t think his dad is going to take it like your parents did, when the three of us sat on the couch and held hands and told them we were gay. Your mom and dad couldn’t have been more understanding and loving, unlike my mother and father, I might add,” Jake replied. I chuckled.
“Hey, it’ll be okay, one way or another. Zach knows we love him and that’s all that matters to him now. He thinks he can handle it. We’ll see. I’ll let you know,” I told him. “Hey be sure and give Luke a load up his ass from me tonight. Tell him there’s more from me, when he finally starts school with us in January. That is, if we can pry him away from Terry,” I said, chuckling. Jake agreed. I told Jake I loved him with all my heart and to have fun wherever he could get it. That made him chuckle. He said Linda hardly let Mick out of her clutches, so he wasn’t sure if he was spending the night in the basement with him and Luke. He said if he was, Luke was in the middle and Mick was on the end of Luke’s dick. I had to laugh at that one.
I could smell the Christmas cookies baking, when I got back inside. Damn, they smelled good and homey, bringing back memories of my childhood, when I helped Mom bake and decorate the Christmas cookies. I could hear Dylan in the kitchen having fun helping Mom. Damn, if this just didn’t almost make me want to cry, it felt so good to be home, experiencing all the great loves and joys of my childhood in my own home. The world had escalated almost out of control with everything I was involved with, but being here at this time seemed to ground me again. I made up my mind that the farm would be my permanent retreat for my entire lifetime. I had to keep it no matter what, and cherish the moments I spent here and the memories that went with it.
Dylan brought us in some freshly decorated Christmas cookies to the family room for us to taste. They were delicious as ever. I told Dylan, while they were excellent, and I was sure he put his heart and soul into helping to bake them with Mom, they didn’t exactly go great with beer. He rolled his eyes. Then I heard popcorn popping in the kitchen. Minutes later, Dylan came back with big bowls of popcorn, nicely salted and buttered, like I hadn’t had in ages. I told him that went perfectly with beer, telling him where the beer was stored and to fetch us some more. He was only too happy to do so, and got one for himself and one for Mom also, who finally sat down and enjoyed eating some popcorn with us. Mom told Dylan that we raised the popcorn ourselves on the farm. We had to shell it off the cob and then blow the chaff off it. Dylan thought all popcorn came from the store and you threw it in a microwave to cook it. He said he’d never seen it popped like Mom popped it on the stove. I told him there were a lot of things he’d never seen before, never having been on a farm before. He seemed to think I was right.
We all sat and watched a Christmas movie together while we ate popcorn, and occasionally, snuck in a Christmas cookie. It felt great, being here together as a family, so many lives not having what I had growing up. I was so fortunate. If only Gramps were here to see this and experience it with us. He would be so proud, I had to believe.
It was late, and we were all tired. Mom and Dad told us goodnight, and headed off to bed. Charles said he best be heading home. We walked out to his truck with him. He hugged each one of us and told us he had the best day of his life, hanging with us and the thought of having brothers almost made him cry. We told him we had two more days with him, and we’d be with him the entire time. That seemed to make him happy, making us promise to come and see his little house sometime before we left. We told him that was a date.
On our way back to the front door, I pointed out all the stars in the sky to Dylan. Dylan was shocked at the billions of stars above and how bright they were. He asked why there were more here than at Uni and why they were so bright. I explained to him about light pollution and that the stars were brighter and you could see more of them in rural areas, like here on the farm. I thought he was going to fall over looking up at the stars. Then I told him, there was a theory that I happened to believe in, that the stars were the lights of the souls that had gone on before us. I believed that Stoney and Gramps were up there looking down on us, smiling. Shortly after I said that, we saw two shooting stars, making their way across the dark sky. Dylan got all excited when he saw the shooting stars, never remembering ever having seen any before in his life. I told him it was Gramps and Stoney telling us they were there watching over us, and to have a good time. Dylan wasn’t sure whether to believe me or not, but he thought that was cool. He said that changed the way he looked at the sky forever.
Before we headed inside, I told him about my tradition of taking a piss outside every night, while looking at the stars and saying my prayers before heading to bed. Zach said he did the same thing while he was living here, after I had gone to school. He said he missed that. I told him I did too, not thinking we could get away with that in Uni, especially downtown like we were. Zach agreed, but pulled out his dick and let the piss fly. I did the same thing. Dylan finally dug out his dick and let a stream fly. We all chuckled. Dylan said, as cold as it was, he was afraid of getting frost bite on his dick. I reminded him he had warm liquid flowing through it. He guessed I was right. Putting our dicks away we headed inside, through the breezeway and up the steps to my bedroom.
Okay, boys, we’re going to take a shower, old school, compared to what we have in Uni. I just have an old tub shower, but all three of us should fit rather nicely. I think we’ve had as many as five in there at one time, so we’re good. Should be nice and cozy,” I told them. Dylan was naked in a heartbeat, eager to get it on with Zach and me. Zach and I were a little slower. I had to turn the water on and let it get warm, taking a little longer here than it did with our shower in Uni. Dylan was playing with my ass the whole time. I shook my head and smiled at him. The three of us jumped in the shower, me at the front, then Dylan, then Zach. We took turns getting wet, then we soaped up each other with body wash, playing with cocks, balls and assholes, as we did. All three of us were boned up in no time at all.
“Fuck, Dylan, you have nice balls,” Zach said, as he cradled Dylan’s balls, while Dylan stroked Zach’s cock, both enjoying the feel of one another. Meanwhile I was running soapy fingers up each of their assholes, making sure they were good and clean. I felt Dylan’s finger up mine also, making my dick that much harder. I loved the feel of his cock up my ass, and was hoping to get some of that tonight, but wanted Zach to experience all he needed to from Dylan tonight, so he could know the full extent of Dylan’s love and intense love making. Zach was eager to find out for sure.
I turned off the water, once we rinsed off, and grabbed towels for us to dry off. We followed our boners to my bed which had clean sheets for the moment, but not for long. Dylan threw Zach on the bed and went for his cock, balls and ass, immediately. Zach motioned to me to let him suck my cock and balls, which I was only too happy to oblige. Dylan was eating Zach’s asshole, driving him half crazy.
“The boy is damned good, Josh. No doubt about it. He’s fucking great,” Zach said, regarding Dylan’s male sexual talents. I nodded approval, having experienced Dylan and his mouth many times. We finally fell on the bed and did a daisy chain with the three of us. I was sucking Dylan, who was sucking Zach, who was sucking me. Damn, if it didn’t feel intensely hot. All we needed was for Jake to be here and it would have almost blown my balls off, it would have been so intense. We sucked cock, sucked balls, ate assholes until we couldn’t hardly take it anymore. “Dylan, fuck me, would you?” Zach asked him. Dylan got a big smile on his face.
“I’ll fuck you, if Josh fucks me,” Dylan agreed. Dylan stood up beside the bed and pulled Zach over to him on his back. He put Zach’s hairy legs on his shoulders, then bent over, spit on Zach’s asshole, then guided his cock into Zach’s beautiful fur lined asshole. It was a sight to behold, my two beautiful boys breeding each other. I watched as Zach’s body accepted Dylan’s uncut penis, sliding into Zach in a most beautiful way. Zach sighed, as he felt the full length of Dylan’s penis enter his body and warm his hole. Dylan bent over and kissed Zach, Zach pulling him to him and making out with him. Then he rose up and told me to enter him. I kneeled down on the floor first and ate his lightly haired asshole, getting it good and slick. He had to stop me, telling me I was going to make him cum if I kept that up. I chuckled, then stood up and lined up my penis with his asshole. Dylan let out a sigh, as I penetrated him, running my cock down to the base, balls deep in his ass. We were both balls deep in asses. Zach was beside himself with pleasure, enjoying every thrust Dylan gave him. I stood still, letting Dylan do the work, running his cock in and out of Zach, and his ass up and down my cock. Damn, if this didn’t feel great.
“I gotta cum, guys. How do you want it?” Dylan asked, urgently, me feeling his body tensing up on my cock and his ass getting a stronger grip on my penis, building pressure in my groin to send my seed somewhere also. Zach let loose a torrent of cum, drowning his belly and abs. Dylan pulled out and jerked himself to the point of showering Zach with his own load of sperm from deep within his balls. That was all I could take, seeing the sperm they had produced and smelling its fantastic fragrance, my dick erupted, as I shot my load all over Zach also. He seemed to be the designated recipient of our sperm collection at the moment. Dylan collapsed on Zach and I collapsed on Dylan. We stayed there for a while, trying to get our breath back, and relishing in the moment. Dylan was kissing Zach passionately.
“Damn, Dylan, I had no idea you were this passionate,” Zach was finally able to say. I chuckled.
“Oh, he’s passionate all right. No question about that at all,” I assured Zach, who from this brief experienced, had to agree with me wholeheartedly.
I finally rolled off of Dylan onto the bed beside Zach. Dylan rolled over onto the other side. I casually leaned over and sucked the rest of the cum from Zach’s penis and cleaned it up for him, giving him a boner in the process. Zach sucked Dylan’s uncut cock, enjoying the foreskin feel on the end of his tongue. “Your dick, the way it is, is kind of hot, Dylan. You can put your tongue between the head and your foreskin. That’s so cool,” Zach managed to say, after sucking the rest of Dylan’s sperm from his penis.
“Love the feel myself. Too bad you guys don’t know how it feels being intact,” Dylan chided. Zach nibbled on Dylan’s nipples, making Dylan giggle, but his cock hard once again. “My nipples are wired right to my dick for some reason. You tease my nipples and my dick gets hard. Don’t know why, but it’s true. Josh has the same problem,” Dylan explained.
“Me too,” Zach informed us. “Josh started that with me last Christmas break and damned if it didn’t drive me crazy. He started a lot of things with me back then. I loved it all,” Zach said, excitedly. Dylan chuckled.
“Josh has been known to do a lot of things,” Dylan assured Zach, who was well aware of most of it.
Dylan started chewing on Zach’s nipples, getting Zach good and hard again. While the two of them made out, I attacked Zach’s cock and got it good and hard again, then moved to his balls, taint and even ate some Zach ass. Damned it that ass wasn’t still one of my favorites. I had him writhing all over the bed. Dylan rose up and then straddled Zach, wanting to ride his boner. I guided Zach’s penis to Dylan’s hole and Dylan took him all at once.
“Fuck, your ass feels great, Dylan. Damn, if you aren’t a hot one, for sure,” Zach announced, feeling Dylan’s ass engulf his penis and caress it. Zach was beside himself. Dylan was having fun, using his ass to make love to Zach’s penis. I could tell he was doing all kinds of things to drive Zach crazy. Dylan wanted my cock in his mouth, as he rode Zach’s cock. I was only too happy to oblige, standing over Zach on the bed to give Dylan access to my cock. Dylan was the best cock sucker ever and was doing a number on my cock, licking the head, then taking my whole stick half way down his throat. Damn, if this didn’t feel great. Zach was playing with Dylan’s low hangers that were laying on his pubes. Dylan told Zach to pull on them, which Zach did, playfully. Dylan was lost in lust at the time.
“Fuck my face, Josh,” Dylan instructed. I gave him a few thrusts, which really got him going on Zach’s dick below him. He finally rolled over on his side, taking Zach’s cock with him. Zach was now doing the work, moving his penis in and out of Dylan, both on their side.
“Put me in the middle, Josh,” Zach told me, wanting me to mount his ass, while he fucked Dylan. I scooted up behind Zach, who stopped momentarily to let me penetrate his ass. Damn, his ass felt hot, but then it always did. The three of us were together one more time, pumping our cocks into each other’s bodies. It was Heaven, to say the least. Having ejaculated once already, we had more staying power, which felt great, just feeling our bodies joined together in an intense sexual feeling. We’d slow down some, then speed up, whatever our bodies seemed to need to keep the experience hot.
“I gotta cum, guys,” Zach finally announced. “Dylan, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you,” Zach told him, as Zach came out of Dylan’s ass and pointed his dick towards Dylan. Dylan rose up to catch Zach’s load, getting hit in the mouth full force, as Zach unloaded his balls for the second time tonight, then fell over on the bed. Dylan pointed his cock at Zach, but Zach grabbed it and put it in his mouth, sucking Dylan as hard as he could. I watched as Dylan’s toes curled, as his cock unloaded in Zach’s mouth, Zach taking whatever Dylan had to give him, and swallowing it down. “Josh, give me yours also,” Zach requested.
“I want some of it too,” Dylan spoke up. I smiled, but didn’t have much time to make a decision. Both mouths were open, ready to receive, so I shot my load over both of them, giving some of my ball milk to each. That seemed to please them, fortunately. I finally collapsed beside them on the bed. We laid there for several moments, trying to revive ourselves after the intense breeding session we had with one another.
“Wow, that was fucking HOT!” Dylan announced. Zach and I had to agree with him. “You guys fucked in this bed last Christmas?” Dylan asked.
“Sure did. It was beautiful too. Jake came and spent a couple of days with me over Christmas break. We weren’t together at the time, just having become friends. He’d never had sex with a guy before, at that time. I took his virginity in this bed, as a matter of fact,” I told Dylan.
“Wow, he’d never been with a guy before?” Dylan asked surprised. I told Dylan, Jake hadn’t been, but he was willing to do anything to please me, as he was pretty much in love with me at the time. “Wow, so that was almost your wedding night of sorts,” Dylan replied. I told him I was dating Andy at the time, but Andy and I both knew we were attracted to others. I could tell that Andy was moving more towards Ashton, and I was pretty sure, Jake was the one I was in love with at that time. I had just met Zach over the holidays here. He and I hit it off right away, so there was a lot going on in my life that confused me at the time.
“No confusion tonight for sure in this bed. We all love one another, that was extremely present in our passion,” Dylan stated.
“Yes it was for sure, Dylan. Why haven’t you played around with Brady and me? We’d love for you to spend a couple of nights a week with us anytime,” Zach told him. Dylan smiled, as he playfully fondled Zach’s spent cock and balls.
“Can’t give all my secrets away. I’d say after tonight, I just might have to sneak into your room and have some fun, but we have to keep that on the QT. Don’t need the rest of the guys finding out about it. You know, I have standards that don’t include having sex with crazy college boys,” Dylan replied, making Zach and I chuckle. “What happens out of town is another story, but we don’t need Dustin and the rest of the guys finding out I relaxed my standards,” Dylan chided. I rolled my eyes, as did Zach.
“Your secret’s safe with us, droopy balls,” Zach chided, getting his cock sucked again, making him giggle.
We decided to get cleaned up and get some sleep. While it seemed like a very short breeding session, it lasted for over and hour and a half. We were all dead tired. We jumped back in the tub for a quick shower, then climbed into bed naked together. Dylan was in the middle of Zach and me. We both cuddled him, making him feel loved. He seemed extremely happy, as I pulled the coves up over us for a sound sleep.
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