Aaron and Sam

Aaron and Sam

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Chapter 2

"Yeah, our home Aaron."

"God how I wish it was forever." I hugged Sam.

That led to some pretty heavy necking and we were both hard damned fast. Before I could go further Sam sat back.

"Aaron, I have a confession. The first time I saw you all I was interested in was sticking my dick into your butt."

"Well, I guess I should tell you I was hard from the time you grabbed those two bags until I got in the shower. I didn't drop the soap. I jacked off thinking about how big you might be and how it would feel inside my butt. I almost fainted when I came and fell into the wall."

"Really, you were thinking the same thing?"

"Yeah Sam and I want you to fuck me. I have dreamed about it since I was thirteen."

"Well for sure we can't do it until we get some stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" "Well lube for sure and condoms too I guess."

I giggled when he said that.

"Sam, I got lube in my room. I've been putting a couple of fingers in myself when I jacked. It felt real good, but I want the real thing."

"Well I'm way bigger than your two fingers."

"Guess we'll have to go slow. Now I want something else."

Before I could attack his shorts the phone rang.

"Damn." I said.

Sam giggled and went and answered the phone. I didn't hear what was said except hello and okay Grandpa.

"Your Grandma and Grandpa want to see us at the house."

"Jezz, how am I going to get rid of this." I said holding my hard dick.

"Think about sticking it into some fat chick." Sam laughed.

"Oh yuck." But when I thought about it, it did go down.

We quickly washed our hands and face and headed for the house.

"We're in the Den Aaron." Grandpa said as we walked in.

Grandpa was sitting behind his old desk and grandma was in one of the big leather chairs. They had a sort of solemn look on their faces. Sam and I sat together on the leather couch.

"The reason I called you Aaron is that the divorce case is over in New York."

Before I could even say anything Grandpa held up his hand. I was going to have to go back to New York. That brought tears to my eyes.

"The reason it took so long was neither of your parents wanted custody of you."

The thought of having to go back to New York was over ridden by the fact that neither of my parents wanted me. I burst out crying. Sam grabbed me and held me as I bawled my eyes out.

After I got down to sniffles, Grandpa got up and walked to Grandma. They stood together.

"Aaron, when Elsie and I found out that was what was holding up the proceedings, we contacted their lawyers and agreed to become your guardian until you are twenty one."

It took all of a micro second for that to sink in and I was off the couch and in Grandpa and Grandma's arms crying harder.

They just held me. After I was down to just sniffles again, I gave Grandpa a big hug and Grandma a kiss. Grandpa guided me back to the couch.

I hugged Sam and gave him a kiss.

"There are a couple of other things you need to know Aaron. The courts have ordered your parents to pay for your up keep to the tune of 1600 dollars a month. Now we don't need your money Son, so we will open an account for you in town and you can use it for what ever you want. Should make it easy for you to go to college."

"But Grandpa, you and grandma have been paying for everything since I got here. You should get some of the money too."

Grandpa and Grandma laughed.

"Oh you're going to be paying alright. You said you wanted to work part of the summer, so if Sam is in agreement, I'll get you both working for 6 hours a day Monday to Friday."

"So starting at 5 am Monday, you can start teaching Sam how to operate the machinery here. You already are a good operator. To start you can take the 920 down to the west quarter. The discs are already there. You can do that field and then run both over to the Samson Farm. We'll pick you up there about 1."

After hugging and thanking Grandma and Grandpa, I headed to my room. I emptied my back pack and stuffed some t-shirts, shorts and socks into it and then grabbing the big tube a lube, we headed back to the carriage house.

Once inside the carriage house, it was almost as hot inside as it was out.

"Damn this place is hot. Going to be real tough to sleep up here." Sam said.

"Well I'll talk to Grandpa. Maybe we can get one of the air conditioners from one of the bunk houses. You like swimming? We could go down to the creek. There's a nice place to swim."

"I don't have a bathing suit." Sam said.

"Me neither. We just skinny dip."

Sam looked sceptacle, but I just laughed and went and got two big bath towels from the bathroom. "Come on Sam it will be fun."

We walked out the back door and along a well worn path. I saw Joshua, the chef unloading groceries at the back of the cook house.

Guess I should say a little bit about the farm. Grandpa had inherited it from his Dad. When his Dad had it, it covered about 1 and 1 half sections, mostly in cotton. Well when Grandpa took over, he bought both farms on either side of the original and added another couple of sections from around the County. Now it was the largest farm almost in the State.

It no longer just grew cotton. Now there was corn, cereal grains like oats and barley plus flowers and berries. There was also a large vegetable field.

There were 10 permanent staff at the farm. Five of those were singles living in one of the bunk houses. The others were married and had one of the houses. Sam's Dad had moved into the foremen's house. Joshua and his wife had one of the others.

Joshua cooked for everyone on the farm, except he only did breakfast and lunches for the single hands. Dinner everyday was for everyone. Grandpa said that was everyone could talk about any problems the farm had. Those dinners were real good with almost twenty people all at the table.

During the spring and during harvest, Grandpa always hired about 150 more staff to do the picking in the berry patch and vegetables. He also got guys to work the other harvest too.

The farm really was a huge operation.

After talking to Joshua, I led Sam along the path at the back of the farm. Grandpa owned all the land right down to the ocean, but it was mostly scrub timber and brambles. At one time cattle had used the land. Now it was just vacant.

By the time we walked the half mile to the swimming hole, we were both sweating like pigs. There was no wind in the trees and with the temperature near 90 it sure felt hotter. We walked out onto the small grassy area beside the still pond.

"Wow Aaron, this is nice."

"Yeah." I said as I kicked off my runners, pulled off my t-shirt and dropped my shorts. I then took a running dive into the pool.

When I turned to look back Sam was still just standing on the grass.

"Come on Sam. The waters great."

He still hesitated and looked around before slowly undressing. He then did as I did a running dive into the water. He came up along side me.

"Damn this feels nice Aaron."

"Yeah."

We swam around and did a little grab ass and played. After about 30 minutes we climbed out and stretched out on our towels. Sam had a really beautiful body, almost like a black statue.

"Man are you good looking Sam."

"You are real nice to Aaron."

We just lay and looked at each other.

"Sam, have you ever screwed another guy?"

Sam looked at me a long time. Almost as if he sorting my question out in his mind.

"Aaron I won't lie to you. Yeah I had a couple of white boys in Memphis, I was screwing. They were twins and sucked me off one day in the showers at school. I really didn't want to fuck them, but they insisted. We went out to an old abandoned farm one Friday. I sure was glad there were no one around coz those two boys really screamed their heads off when I did them the first time."

"Aaron I know you want me to fuck you, but I also know its going to hurt real bad until you get used to it. I mean it took about five times with those two boys before they started to like it. They even screwed each other once. I just don't want to hurt you."

"Aaron, I also want you to fuck me."

Oh fuck I thought. I knew I liked to suck and really wanted to get fucked, but just thinking about sticking my dick into a guy just didn't turn me on.

"Sam, I'm not sure I can. I mean I like to suck and even rim, but it just doesn't turn me on to even think about fucking some guy. Have you ever done it?"

"Yeah Aaron, I've been fucked before. The first time was with a friend when I was thirteen. Neither of us was very big and it didn't hurt at all. Then when my Dad moved to Memphis and after those twins sucked me, I asked them if they wanted to fuck me too. Both did me lots of times before I did them. It never hurt when I did it the first time so wasn't really ready when those boys screamed their heads off the first time."

"Well I know what I like." I got up between his legs and slowly inserted his cock into my mouth.

It was so smooth and almost like silk on my tongue, I just let it slide into my throat. I hardly gagged at all.

"Oh Aaron, that feels so good." I could feel Sam's hand lightly on my head as I bobbed up and down on his wonderful cock.

This time it took a while and I could feel him getting close. He held out for a long time and then used both hands on my head as his hips thrust up. His cock was buried in my throat as he came. Again there was so much I thought I might drown before he let the pressure off. I licked the head and then went right down to his ass. He pulled his legs back.

I knew I might not be able to fuck him, but also knew he really liked his hole licked. So that's what I did and as it started to move I pushed my tongue at it. It never even dawned on me what might be inside. As I pushed my tongue at his hole it opened a bit and I tasted something I was definitely not ready for. I was instantly sick.

I jumped up and ran to the edge of the clearing. I barely made it before everything in my stomach came up. Sam was beside instantly.

"Oh God, I'm sorry Aaron. I didn't mean that to happen. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me Aaron."

After getting rid of everything in my stomach, I washed my face in the pond and rinsed out my mouth. When I turned to look at Sam, he was sitting with his knees up close and crying his head off. I went up beside him and wrapped my arms around him.

"It's okay Sam. I'm fine."

"Come on Sam. Accidents happen."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not. Hell I might have done the same thing if you had your tongue in my hole. The only thing that pisses me off is I don't have your cumm inside me anymore, but that I can remedy.'

"You are crazy Aaron. I shit in your mouth and all you want to do is suck me off."

"Well I want you to fuck me too, but I can wait for that, but I won't wait for this." I said as I held onto his cock.

"Jesus." Then pushed me flat and took my cock into his mouth. He was kneeling over me and his cock was right above my lips. I just pulled him down.

He didn't do it like the last time. This time he slowly moved up and down, actually fucking my mouth. I just lightly held his ass cheeks. It didn't take me long to cumm and as usual I came like a fire hose. He just kept right on sucking even as my cock got real sensitive. For only the second time I felt his cock swell in my mouth and then all his weight came down on me forcing his cock directly into my throat. I gagged and chocked immediately, but he just held it there as he blew another big load. He finally just rolled off me.

"Satisfied now?' He said.

"Well I'm good for now, but want more later." I laughed.

We both got up and rinsed off the sweat. After drying we dressed.

I just walked up to him, pulled his face down and kissed him. We played a little tongue tag and then he stepped back.

"Don't get me going again." He giggled.

"Too late, I'm already to go again." I laughed. "So I see."

"I love you Sam."

"I love you too Baby."

Arm in arm we headed back to the farm. When we got back to the carriage house, the back door was open. I was sure we had closed it when we left, but what ever. We walked upstairs. Grandpa, Jerry Stevens, and Mike Cameron were sitting on the couch drinking beer. It was also noticeably cooler.

"Hi Grandpa, Jerry, Mike. Sam, this Mike and Jerry. Their two of the permanent Staff here."

After shaking hands, Sam grabbed two beers from the fridge, handed me one and we sat down. Grandpa never batted an eye.

"Elsie told me that if I was going to have someone live up here; I'd have to install an air conditioner. She was right. I had Jerry and Mike bring the one from number three bunkhouse. That bunkhouse doesn't get used except in the spring."

"Thanks Grandpa." Sam said.

"Aaron, you still have your season tickets?"

"Sure Grandpa, but I never get to use them."

"Well, I have to go into Atlanta on Monday and I can drop you two off at the game. I'll pick you up after."

"Cool."

Oh oh, I thought. The only reason Grandpa ever went to Atlanta was to see the Governor. Even though him and Governor Hayfield were very old friends Grandpa, except maybe at Christmas never bothered him. I'd bet something the County did made this trip necessary.

"Monday morning, you and Sam can come with me. I have to go to Callum and then Monroe to check on a few things. I'll drop you guys off in time for the game in Atlanta."

"Okay." I said.

"Mike, Monday morning you take the 920 down and do the west quarter and then park both at the Stanton place. That should take you till about one. John will pick you up and take you to the Callum South Quarter. Jerry will be there and should have a fair amount of that old pasture disked. You can start on the rock picker."

"Okay Henry." Both got up and left.

"Grandpa grabbed three more beers, handed us each one.

"Your Mother is cooking tonight Sam. Dinner is six. Neither of you be late."

"Yes Grandpa." We both said in unison and then giggled.

He then just left.

"So how come you got season tickets to the Braves?"

"The Governor gave them to me for Christmas last year."

"Wow, you that chummy with the governor?"

"No, but Grandpa is. They go way back as friends. I think they went to college or something together."

"So that's why he's going to see him, coz he's friends with him?"

"No, I think it might be something to do with the County. Grandpa and County have been in a running feud for years. They must have passed another stupid bylaw."

"So what's that about?"

"Well that's a long story and I'll tell you about it later. Right now I want something else." I said as I snaked my hand down inside Sam's shorts.

"Jesus Aaron. Is that all you think about?" He sounded mad.

As I looked up at Sam's face I started to pull my hand out. I didn't want Sam to be mad at me.

"I'm sorry Sam. It's just I never had anyone like you before and I've been so hungry. Please don't be mad." I was almost in tears thinking about losing Sam.

"I'm not mad Aaron. I love your hot lips." He laughed.

"Okay, before we go any further, we're going to something so there are no more accidents like earlier."

"What?"

"Come on Aaron. We can do each other." He headed for the bedroom and I followed.

He went to his dresser and pulled out a weird looking bulb, with a stem on it. He also pulled out a bottle of liquid. "Undress Aaron." Well that took all of ten seconds. He undressed too.

We walked in the bathroom and he told me to sit on the can. Then he did something in the sink. When he stood up he had that weird bulb in his hands.

"Okay, I'm going to clean you out inside. Stand up and lean over."

I did as he said and he pushed the tip on the bulb into my ass. I felt liquid being squirted into my butt.

"This has got some astringent in it and will clean you out. Can you hold it?"

"Yeah I guess. It feels weird."

He squirted another bulb of liquid into my butt and this time I really needed to crap.

"Sit down and hold it as long as you can."

Well I held it for about a minute and then I crapped like a gun going off. I couldn't believe how much came out. He flushed the toilet and then repeated it twice more. The last time only water came out.

"See, now you got nothing inside. So no accidents." He laughed.

Then I did the same for him. He held it a lot longer the first time than I did but the same results. When nothing came out but water we got in the shower and cleaned each other up.

After drying we were just sitting on the side of the bed.

"The first time I rimmed a guy I got a lot more than you did today. I was sick for about an hour. Swore I'd never do that again until the guy told me he should have cleaned himself out first. Now I do it pretty all the time before I let someone do that. I just forgot to day Aaron. I'm sorry."

"Hey I told you accidents happen. I'm not mad."

For the first time since we had met I saw Sam without a hard on. I noticed he was circumcised.

"You're circumcised." I said.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Well its just all the black guys I see at school still have their foreskin."

"Oh well. I was cut at birth. My Dad told me he got an infection when he was little and the doctor had to cut his skin off. So when I was born he just had it done then. You're circumcised too Aaron."

"Yeah, I was done at birth too. I like yours like that."

"I like yours too." He gripped it and it took all of thirty seconds to get hard.

Well thirty seconds later we were sucking each others cock or more properly fucking each other mouth. I came first and a few seconds later Sam unloaded. God I loved how he tasted. We turned around and necked for a while. With less than an hour until dinner, we reluctantly got up and dressed. We sat and sipped another beer.

I really was in heaven. This was something I had dreamed of all my life and now I had a guy I could really love. Neither of us said much as we sat on the couch.

Dinner was real good. John cooked steaks on a grill in their back yard. I opted to drink soda, I didn't want to Grandpa to think I was getting into the beer. It was okay once in while and I'm sure Grandpa would not say anything, but figured I'd keep him happy. Grandpa also told us there would be a farm dinner the next night Sunday. That was unusual. I figured we'd find out what the County had done if he was going to talk to all the hands.

Sam and I played Halo 4 until almost 1 AM and then just slept. WE woke up past 8 am. We walked to the cook house to see if we could grab some breakfast and pretty soon were chowing down on eggs, ham, hash browns, toast and coffee. Joshua served both breakfast and lunch to the hands that were around on Sundays.

I talked to Grandpa and asked him if I could use one of the Gator's to show Sam the farm. He told me no problem, but to stay off the County Roads. I had a farm license to drive any farm machinery anywhere. Now if I couldn't use County roads, I'd be hard put to show Sam everything.

We spent the day mostly looking at the fields close to the main farm compound. I showed Sam the Machinery Barn and big 920 tractor that we had originally going to be using Monday.

Before Sam came along, my weekends were taken up by helping Grandpa on the farm. But this weekend there appeared to be nothing going on. Most weekends there were at least one truck coming in to load either hay or grain, but not this weekend.

After spending about two hours driving around we parked the Gator and headed for lunch. We both grabbed a couple of sandwiches and headed for Sam's loft.

That old air conditioner sure worked well. It was nice and cool.

We sat and munched our sandwiches and drank beer. Sam finally asked me about the county.

"Okay. At the end of WW 2, Jackson and Monroe Counties didn't even exist. Monroe was part of Atlanta and the area of Jackson was part of Marion County. That's the county to our South now. Marion County seat is way down south and they practically ignored the northern part of the county. So Grandpa's Dad, old man Steve Jackson and Mike Callum, the largest landowners lobbied the State to get their own County. The State agreed and so Jackson County was born."

"Now When Jackson County was created, the only village of any size was Jacksonville. Old man Jackson named it after himself. He did build the elevator and also Jacksonville had a rail head and the interstate Highway. So no one objected when he lobbied to have Jacksonville become county seat."

"What no one knew was that Jackson had planned everything in advance. He was one greedy SOB. He sold all his land to a company called Agricor, a big farming company from Topeka Kansas. He then started to force some of the smaller landowners out. Grandpa's dad figured this was a land grab by Jackson so he called a meeting of all the independent farmers in the county.

"What great Grandpa proposed and was accepted by all the small farmers was that they would transfer title to their land to Grandpa's Dad. They could still stay on the land and work it and make any profit from the land, but anytime Agricor or Jackson's bought Sherriff tried to force a farmer off his land, he could honestly say the Farm owned it and they would have to talk to Grandpa's Dad."

"Jackson blew a gasket and went to State to have the whole idea thrown out, but the State said what Grandpa's Dad had done was legal.

Then Jed Callum and Steve Stanton sold out to Grandpa. So now the farm was the largest landowner.

Well old man Jackson wasn't done yet. He owned everything in Jackson. The feed store, the grocery store, service station and fuel depot. He started to charge outrageous prices in all his stores. Grandpa fixed that problem by building another feed store, Grocery Store and Fuel Depot in what is now called Callum. With him building those stores brought more people in and Grandpa did the same thing he had done for the farmers, he sold people places to build homes but retained title. That way the county couldn't tax them. It really screwed up old man Jackson."

Really the only thing the county has is the only schools. So the county gets school Taxes from everyone in the county."

"Is that where we have to go to school too?" Sam asked.

"Yup."

"Oh yeah. One other thing Grandpa set up was an equipment co-op. That way the small farmers could rent farm equipment for a small fee to harvest their crops or prepare their land and not have to buy new equipment. That co-op is also in Callum.

"Your Granddad is got to be pretty rich."

"You wouldn't think so when you see the pick up he drives."

Dinner at the cook shack was real nice, but the only thing Grandpa said was that all the hands were to avoid using county roads where possible.

Sam and I went to bed early. Five am comes very early.

TBC.