Warning! The following story is a pure work of erotic fiction. All names, dates and places depicted herein are fictional. The story contains some chapters with 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 4: Questions, Questions
After Bruce and I arrived at Uncle James' farm Aunt Florence introduced me to the women of her coffee klatch. Once all the greetings and pleasantries were exchanged Bruce and I hung around for a while drinking coffee, eating homemade pastry and engaging in small talk with the ladies. Seems they had all sorts of questions for me and my cousin.
The women hadn't seen me since my growth spurt started about nine months prior. Even Aunt Flo hadn't seen me since last summer. They couldn't get over how big I was for my age. Of course there were questions for Bruce too. Bruce made the excuse to exit saying, "Got to go ladies. It's been a pleasure visiting with you all, but I'm sure dad is waiting for us to help him in the field."
Before we walked out Aunt Flo said, "Oh, before you leave son I almost forgot to tell you, Danny, your friend from college called while you were gone. He said that he will be here sometime this afternoon. I guess you invited him for a few days before you guys go back to school."
"Okay, mom. Thanks for taking the message."
On the way out the door I asked my cousin, "Who's Danny?"
"He's a special boyfriend from college," Bruce said. "Okay, he's my sexual partner, my lover."
"So, do your folks know about him and that you guys are queer or they just think his a friend from school?"
"Yeah they know about us, but not many others in the family do. That's why mom said he was a friend from college in front of the ladies, so kind of keep a lid on that shit."
"So, your mom's okay with you bein queer, what about your dad?"
"Dad has accepted the fact, but ain't happy about it. He wanted some grandsons to pass the farm onto when he dies. My brother has moved on in his life, is married with two girls, so that ain't happening on his end."
"Is he still in the Air Force?"
"Yeah he had decided to make a career of the Air Force. Dad just sorta doesn't say much about either of us to keep peace with mom. Mom really likes Danny and all she wants is for two of us to be happy."
"My dad and I had a talk yesterday. The talk about sex and all," I said.
"So, how'd that go?" Bruce asked with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Not too bad actually. Can you believe his biggest concern was whether I'd knocked up some chicky in town more than anything."
"At twelve he's worried about that shit already?"
"Is he aware that you're going through puberty?" Bruce asked more seriously.
"He does now," I replied.
"I guess I can imagine his worry, knowing your dad, especially if you were acting all silly and shit."
"Yeah I guess I knew it was coming. I'd heard the guys in the gang talk about it and how their dads did the talk. Dad was really pretty straight forward about things. Of course he had to remind me to use a rubber if I was fooling around with a girl. So, what's Danny like?" I questioned.
"He's cool. You'll like him. Come on let's go see if we can get the tractor started and then find dad."
Unlike a car there was much more to starting a farm tractor, especially an older one, than turning a key and stating the engine. Bruce reached in under the fuel tank to open the fuel valve ahead of the sediment bowel. He reached down opening the petcock on the right side of the engine and then walked back around the other side to do the same. He set the choke and adjusted the lever to control engine speed. Once all that was done he grabbed the flywheel and began throwing it to start the engine. After a few spins of the flywheel the engine came to life.
Bruce closed the petcocks on the engine and adjusted the throttle lever on big old green John Deer tractor. Once he was satisfied he jumped up in the seat before reaching down for my hand, pulling me up along side him. There was a little platform that had been added for a second rider, that where I stood. Bruce drove the tractor out the gate with the two dogs following us to the field where Bruce caught sight of his dad's dust. He pointed in the direction of the tractor in the distance and began driving towards it.
Once Bruce caught up with his dad's larger more modern tractor they pulled along side each other. After exchanging greetings Uncle James said to Bruce, "Go hook up to that old disc over there," pointing in the direction of a small orange disc harrow sitting at the edge of the field. "Once you get hooked-up go up to your ma's truck garden and disc under all them remainders and weeds, so she and the other ladies can get to plantin late summer vegetables."
Bruce tipped his straw cowboy hat to his dad and said, "Will do Pa."
Bruce drove over to the farm implement, backed up, and got off the tractor to connect the disc harrow to the tractor. He jumped back in the seat where he reached for the hydraulic control to lift the disc off the ground. He then drove over to a patch of ground behind the big house where Aunt Flo and the others had their garden. Bruce spent the next two hours circling one way and then the other chopping up the remainders and weeds.
The Bucklin truck garden was planted and harvested spring, summer and fall. After the soil had been prepared the ladies and youngins planted and tended to the garden. Most of the fruits, grain and vegetables consumed by the family were grown on family land.
Uncle James next youngest brother operated the cattle farm a few miles away where he raised milking cows and beef for eating. Of course he and other family members raised poultry that produced eggs as well as meat for fried chicken dinners. A cousin next county over owned a hog farm and ran a small sausage business. Most all the foods we consumed were produced by our family.
Very few food products were purchased at the market. One uncle by marriage was a mechanic, machinist and welder. He kept the farm equipment operational. My dad was the business manager for the family. He'd been trained in college as an accountant and then gone on to law school. Dad specialized in family and real estate law, so he took care of all family business matters.
The family business, looking back on it now, was reminiscent of the film "The Godfather." Uncle James was the big boss and his brothers were all lieutenants. They all had their own crews that specialized in different areas. Of course the big difference between the film and our family was that no got whacked, at least none that I knew about. Dad's plans for me did not include farming. He wanted me to go to college, and as he would say, make money with your brain not your back son.
After Bruce finished disking the truck garden he drove the tractor behind the barn to disconnect the disc. He then pulled the tractor around in front of the barn where he parked it. To shut the machine down Bruce turned off the main fuel valve below the tank to let the engine run out of fuel. Bruce exclaimed, "Danny's here!" Pointing to his friend's car sitting in the driveway.
Danny's car was a nice looking fairly new car. The two of us and the two dogs began walking up the driveway towards the big white house on the slight knoll. The old house with its wrap around porch had been in the family for years, dating back generations to the 1800s. The original family cabin had burned to the ground in 1799 and a new house was built in its place. The house had been added to and renovated occasionally over the years to bring it up to date.
As we closed on the house a stunningly gorgeous young man burst out of the front door and came running towards us. The dogs began barking and circling the exotic looking man. Bruce yelled at them to stop and they returned to us. Once the young man reached us he threw his arms around Bruce's neck hugging and then kissing him, telling him how much he missed him and loved him.
All this surprised me; I thought to myself eeew how gross two boys kissing right out in plain sight, but I didn't say anything. I had seen men folk hug before, but never seen any of them kiss full on the lips. And Bruce and Danny were definitely going at it kissing soulfully. They broke their embrace and then Bruce introduced me. "Donnie this is my boyfriend Danny. Danny this is my cousin Donnie."
The young man I was introduced to immediately captivated my attention by his striking looks as we shook hands. Immediately I could tell by the texture of Danny's hand shaking mine that he was not a farmer. While still holding my hand Danny pulled me in for a hug and then kissed me on the cheek. "So, you must be the young cousin Bruce has spoken about. He brags that you're not only a good student, but a pretty good athlete, especially baseball. Whew, and a big good-lookin guy you are."
"Yeah, I guess that's me. The big thing just happened in the last six to nine months."
"Baseball is my game too. I started playing little league around nine years old, but I was more interested in the boys than baseball," Danny said with tone of humility. "Maybe we can toss the ball around and do some batting practice before I go back to the city."
"That'd be cool," I replied.
"Your cousin's more of a football jock than baseball, but maybe we can get him into things."
"Yeah, I know. I hear he's pretty good."
"Pretty good, he's fuckin great," Danny said. "Not only has he got a great arm, but he's a hell of a kicker and runner too."
Standing by Danny's shiny car Bruce said, "Come on let's stop blownin my ego all out of proportion and walk over to my cottage where we can get something cool to drink and talk more." "Cool," We both replied.
Bruce said, "The three of us have more than academics and athletics in common."
I looked at Bruce with that questioning look. I'd ask him to keep the secret we'd shared earlier in the day between us.
Danny asked, "You guys want to ride over in the car?"
"Nah, we'll walk," Bruce said.
Danny got into his car and drove ahead of us the dogs circling and barking at the car. Bruce called the dogs back. Danny parked in front of Bruce's cabin while Bruce, I and dogs walked and talked. "Damn, Danny is a real knock-out I can see why you're attracted to him Cuz. He's good-looking, has a great physique and seems to have a pronounced personality," I said.
"Yeah we've got quiet a bit in common, but he's smart as a whip. A lot smarter than me: that's why he was accelerated in grade school. He's been a big help to me academically in college. You're a smarty-pants I think you guys will get along well once you get to know him," Bruce said.
"Hell, I like him already."
We reached the little cabin a few hundred feet from the main house. Bruce told the dogs to stay. They curled up on blanket pallets on either side of the door under the roof of the small front porch. Once inside the cottage Bruce asked, "Anyone want something cold to drink?"
"Sure," Danny and I replied in unison.
Before Bruce went to the small fridge he turned the fan on in the window to move some air. There was no air conditioning back in the day. Then he opened the fridge door and asked, "What's your pleasure?"
"I'll take a root beer," I replied.
Danny said, "A Doctor Pepper for me."
Bruce retrieved three sodas from the fridge, popped the caps off and handed them to Danny and me while keeping one for him. "Make yourselves comfortable," Bruce said.
Danny took a place on the love seat. I sat in the overstuffed chair. In the meantime Bruce pulled a sweat stained T-shirt over his head and threw it in a round wooden bushel basket sitting on the floor. With his shirt off Bruce took a place on the love seat next to Danny. After taking a swig of soda Danny said, "You need to take a shower baby. Wash the dirt and stink off your ass. I can smell you a mile away."
With that said Bruce turned leaning into his friend, smothering Danny's face with his arm pit. The two wrestled around for a few seconds before Bruce stripped down bare ass naked in front us and then walked over to the bathroom. As he stood next to the shower adjusting the water mixture I got a good eyeful of his well-developed backside. There was no door on the bathroom, so I could see his chiseled back and beautiful set of buns.
My cousin made no attempt to cover up or shield his nakedness from us. Why should he. Danny was his lover who had seen him naked many times and I was his cousin. We'd both seen each other naked as younger kids, but I hadn't seen him nude in a two or three years. His body had definitely matured over that time. Once in the shower he hollered out, "Cuz, be ready to get in right behind me once I'm done. I'm not gonna turn off the water."
"Does that go for me too, baby? Can I get in right behind you?" Danny asked playfully.
"No, that'll have to wait for later."
As Bruce showered I turned to Danny and asked, "Do you guys shower together often?"
"Every chance we get. Many times showers are part of foreplay for us before sex," Danny answered. "Besides who wants a smelly guy to have sex with."
"Damn, you guys are so open about your..."
"Homosexual relationship," Danny had cut me off before I finished my question.
"Donnie, we're homosexuals and very much in love each other. We don't hide anything from each other, just an unaccepting world out there."
I looked at Danny knowingly. He looked back at me and said, "I get the feeling that you might be somewhat advanced for your age in many areas."
"I guess."
"You present a tough guy appearance, but I think that is probably a façade."
"What do you mean a façade?" I asked.
"A false front. A person you're really not, but try to be to impress others. How old are you Donnie?"
"Just turned twelve."
"You're a big guy for your age, and damn good looking too. Do you have any problems with your size and age?"
"I don't think so."
"What size shoe do you wear?"
"A ten, why?"
"Just curious. I sure wasn't your size when I was your age. I guess maybe it's being raised in the rural area of the country."
"That's what I've heard other people say. I'm the biggest kid in my class and also on my little league team."
"I'll bet the girls are fallin all over you at school?"
"Not really. I don't have a girlfriend," I replied.
"Really!" Danny exclaimed. "But I never did either. I was more interested in boys."
"Yeah, me, just not interested in girls yet, maybe that'll come later."
"I'm rinsing off ready to get out of the shower Cuz," Bruce hollered. "Be ready to jump in."
I started shedding my clothing lickity-split. There was no bedroom in the cabin to change or disrobe. The living room doubled as the bedroom. So, I decided what the hell, might as well strip down in front of Danny. As I stood there naked Danny whistled a low flirtatious whistle in my direction. I guess he was pleased with my naked body standing before him.
Bruce pulled the shower curtain back stepping out dripping wet onto the mat, toweling his head. I pushed past him making contact with his wet body getting into the shower. The bathroom was not designed for two people at one time to occupy it. I caught a brief glimpse of Bruce's front side.
From what I could see the frontal view of my cousin was just as impressive as the backside I'd seen earlier if not more so. I really didn't get a good look at his penis or testicles, but did see that he had a nice bush, something I was lacking. In the shower I began washing the rich Midwestern dirt off my body while watching it circle the drain.
As I looked down I noticed that my penis was hanging in a semi erect state. I guess that might have been what Danny's whistle was about. I tugged on my dick a couple times to stretch its flaccid length. I turned the water off before I stepped out from behind the shower curtain.
My cousin and his boyfriend were seated where they could get a good look at my naked body before them as I exited the shower. They both whistled at the same time as I stood facing them, indicating they were impressed with what they saw. "Yeah, he is a big guy in more areas than one," Danny said with a big white teeth smile.
"Longer than most his age I would imagine," Bruce said. "Cuz let me run up to the house to get your bag so you'll have fresh underwear and clothing for dinner. Mom don't like to have dirty smelly farm hands at her table."
Bruce left the cabin to me and Danny. There I stood with a bath towel wrapped around my small waist for a long period of silence before asking Danny, "Can I ask you a question, do you think I look like a queer?"
A surprised Danny answered back with a question, "Why? What does a queer look like to you buddy?"
"I don't know. You and Bruce don't look like queers."
About the time I was finished saying that my cousin entered with my bag. I rummaged around for a clean pair of drawers, T-shirt and Levis. As I got dressed Danny said to Bruce, "You got a killer looking cousin baby. He's also very inquisitive for his age. Have you two discussed our situation at any length?"
"Why do you ask that?" Bruce asked.
"Some of the questions the kid asks."
"The kid's been going through some rough times lately concerning his sexuality."
"Are you suggesting that your young cousin might be queer?" Danny asked.
"Baby, he's been experiencing some of the same feelings we had when we were his age," Bruce looked at me and then asked, "Do I have permission to divulge your secret Donnie?"
"I guess, but know one else unless we talk about it beforehand."
"Okay guys fill me in," Danny queried with that smiling fill me in on the gossip look.
"My cousin thinks he might be queer."
"Why's that?" Danny asked.
"He has a special boyfriend back home that he has been fooling around with sexually for a while. They have done the mutual jack-off and oral sex," Bruce explained.
"Sounds like they just been experimenting," Danny replied.
"Well I think it may be more than that," Bruce said. "Last Friday he and his boyfriend decided to take things a bit further. They tired to engage in anal intercourse, but it didn't work out."
"Wow! You young guys are starting earlier and earlier. Hell, Bruce and I didn't engage in anal until we'd dated for damn near a full semester and even then as I remember it wasn't a pleasant experience the first couple times," Danny answered.
"So, as Paul Harvey would say, now you know the rest of the kid's story," Bruce replied. "Before we get into any in-depth conversations concerning my young cousin's sexuality it's four-thirty and you know mom sets dinner on the table at five sharp. So, let's get up to the house for some dinner."
Sure enough as we walked out the door of the cabin the warning bell from the house rang. The dogs got off their pads and followed us towards the main house. As we walked Bruce said, "After dinner we'll come back and talk about all this stuff going on with Donnie, providing some answers."
"Cool," Danny said. "Maybe we can help him sort through some of his feelings."
We entered the big house in silence. I was thinking maybe Bruce and Danny were right and could teach me about what this thing of liking guys instead of girls was all about. Once the aroma of the dinner meal hit my nose I forgot about sex and was ready to eat.