Warning! The following story is a pure work of erotic fiction. The story contains descriptive scenes of sexual encounters between consenting individuals. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any further.
Midwestern Tale By The Rump Ranger
Chapter 3 The Trip to the Farm
I awoke Monday morning sporting my usual erection. I reached under the covers into my drawers to play with my hard dick. Sleep had not gone well or brought me any closer to answers for the unanswered sexual questions plaguing me. Mom knocked on the door announcing that breakfast would be ready in a couple minutes. I got out of bed walked down the hall to the bathroom where I let the steam out of my manhood.
After I was able to piss I returned to my room to dress for breakfast. When I showed up in the kitchen for breakfast mom said, "Your uncle called and said they would be picking you up in about an hour, so don't go running off after breakfast."
"Okay mom."
"Do you have some clean clothes packed?"
"Yeah, everything I need for the next couple weeks is all packed and ready to go."
"If there is something special that's dirty and you want it washed get it for me after breakfast so I can put the things in the washer."
"Okay mom."
I sat at the table despondent while aimlessly stirring at the bowl of cold cereal in front of me with my spoon. I was ready to get away for a while. I knew I needed to get away, but knew deep inside I was going to miss Tim and our sessions of sex. I would be at my uncle's for a couple weeks with no outlet to release my sexual desires. I would have to seek refuge in the hayloft where I could jack off in seclusion.
Thinking about JOing my dick was growing. I had to get my mind off sex. I didn't want mom to notice the little bulge forming in my pants. I finished the bowl of cereal and then mom asked, "Is there anything more I can get for you this morning?"
"No."
I got up from the table and went to my room. I picked up my bag and carried it out to the living room, setting it by the front door. Dad called on the phone from work to wish me a good time at his brother's place. Dad was the youngest of six siblings: four boys and two girls. Grandma and Grandpa had passed away; however, there were many aunts, uncles and cousins still living in the area. Uncle James had two boys older than me. One was off in the Air Force flying some type aircraft and the younger cousin was going to college.
Bruce, the younger cousin, was home from college for the summer. I had always gotten along well with Bruce, so hopefully he was still home on summer vacation. I would have someone close to my age to talk to when not working.
Although Bruce was six years older than me I'd adored him growing up. I'd watched him play football and baseball when I was a kid. In turn when he was around he would come to my little league games, coaching me as needed. He treated me good for a shrimp cousin, but now I'd grown to damn near the size of an adult. For some reason I always had a crush on him, but there was too much of an age gap for anything between us.
I could hear the car tires crunching up the gravel driveway. I looked out the window and Bruce got out of Uncle James' big station wagon. I opened the front door to greet him. He rushed up the sidewalk greeting me with a hug and, "Hey little buddy." He broke the hug stepping back saying, "Damn, you're not little anymore, you've grown a lot since I seen you last."
There we stood nearly the same height staring into each other's eyes. Bruce asked, "So, how tall are you?"
"Five feet ten inches in my socks."
"Hell, you're only an inch shorter than me buddy."
Bruce hugged me again asking, "You ready to go to work big guy? Plenty of work on the farm to keep you busy for the next couple weeks."
"Yeah. Let me get my bag and we're ready to go."
I entered the living room to get my bag. Bruce took it from me to the car as I hugged and kissed mom good-bye. Of course on the way out to the car she was telling me what to do and what not to do. Some things never change with parents. Once in the car she kissed me again through the open window. We waved good-bye and mom waved back. Bruce began driving out of town. We had to drive by the general store before we got onto the highway south.
"Bruce, can we stop at the store for a minute before we leave town?"
"Sure, you want to tell your buddies good-bye?"
"Yeah."
Bruce pulled the car into the parking area in front of the store and the guys came walking out from under the cover on the side of the building. They all greeted me except Tim and said that they would miss me. I asked where Tim was but know one knew. I told the gang I'd miss them, but I'd be back in a couple weeks for school. Some of them patted me on the arm that was resting on the door sill of the car. Then after the good-byes we backed out and pulled onto the highway.
For the first few miles we traveled in silence. Then Bruce broke the silence, "Why so melancholy buddy?"
"Just a lot of shit goin through my head these days. I'll be okay as soon as we get to the farm and start working. That'll take my mind off things."
"What kind of shit Donnie?"
"If I tell you will you keep it a secret?"
"Sure. Now what's crawled up your ass?"
"That's not funny Bruce."
"Oh my did we hit a tender spot? Maybe we need to talk about things before we get to the farm."
"Maybe that's a good idea, bein that you're older than me and worldlier."
"Whoa cousin stop with the flattery. There's a Dairy Queen about a mile on up. Let's stop to get something and then talk, at least we can start discussin your problem. But you gotta remember I ain't no shrink."
The boys stopped at the DQ where both boys ordered chocolate milk shakes. When the guy hand them their milk shakes the boys took seats across from each other. I pulled out a cigarette and fired it up Bruce said, "I think I may know what your problem is buddy."
"What?"
"You're going through puberty, your hormones are running amuck and you don't know whether to shit or go blind."
"You're about on track, but it's a little more than going through puberty."
"Let's see, you're 12 years old, so you are probably ejaculating by now and you got a little chicky knocked up."
"No, there's no chicky knocked up. If I tell you something will you not say a word to anyone?"
"My lips are sealed little cousin."
"I think I may be queer."
Bruce sat there looking at his cousin smoking the cigarette. After a few seconds he took a long drink of the milk shake through the straw before asking, "What makes you think that you are queer?"
"I have a special boyfriend and we've been secretly doing stuff, foolin around, for a couple years. Last Friday night he tried to cornhole me, but he couldn't get it up my asshole."
"So, you guys have been jackin and sucking each other and then Friday you all decided to take your sexual relationship to the next level?"
"That's about it."
"Donnie, who initiated things Friday?"
"What do you mean?"
"Which one of you boys brought the subject up?"
"My boyfriend. He asked me if I wanted to try cornholing, so I was eager and willing. He kept spitting in his hand trying to get my asshole slick. He finally got his finger inside, but when he tried to push his dick in it wouldn't go."
Bruce sat back for another long draw of milk shake watching his young cousin finish off his cigarette and then flips it away before replying. "Donnie, you are probably the luckiest young guy I know, and you came to the right person with your questions."
"What do you mean?"
"Cousin, I'm queer and have been since I was about your age, maybe before. I've never been with a woman and have no desire to become sexually involved with a woman. I developed a relationship with another boy at college, he is my boyfriend. You on the other hand may not be homosexual, yet. I believe you are going through what my therapist told me was the experimental time in a boy's life."
"Damn that is a lot to digest."
"Come on let's get going before dad sends out a search party. We got two weeks to talk about this."
"Okay," I said as we made our way back to the car.
Inside the car Bruce began driving towards the farm. Suddenly he said, "I don't want to try to tell you how to run your life; however, do me a favor, don't smoke around me and the family. I know you think it's cool and all, but it's not."
"Sure thing Bruce," I said as I threw the package with two cigarettes in it out the window.
"Thanks buddy. You know it took a real man to do that."
Bruce drove the last few miles in silence before entering the long gravel driveway up to the main house. Once Bruce parked the car the two of us bailed out. I grabbed my bag and we made our way inside the house where Aunt Florence was waiting. "Hello big boy. I haven't seen you in a while. You hungry?"
"No. I had breakfast and we stopped at the Dairy Queen for shakes."
"Bruce, you gonna spoil this child," Aunt Flo said humorously.
I thought to myself I wish he would spoil me. I wish he'd teach me all about cornholing. I was hoping I might get to see Bruce naked before I had to go home. I wanted to see how he was hung. Maybe I would suggest that we go swimming down at the lake, naked of course.