Surviving the Depression

This is the standard disclaimer, where no one in this story is real and the sexual situations are not real. This story takes place during the great depression, it is a story that could have happened. I plan to can have several chapters to this story, but need to know if anyone out there wants to read them. If you do please send your comments to chartoe@aol.com, They will be read and are appreciated.

Surviving the Depression-1

Let me introduce myself before we get on with the story. Presently I am well over sixty years old have a loving wife of twenty five years, no children she wasn't able to have any. I live in a small California town with a very nice income. I don't think I have to worry any more about my future. My partner and friend was smart enough to help me sale out my business. We both received enough cash to keep us happy for the rest of our lives. The company we sold out to also put us on a salary as consultants. We travel around and help different branches of the mother company. Thus life is at the present very good. That has not always been the case and that is where the following story comes from.

The year before the depression I was living in the mid west with my grandparents on their farm. It wasn't a large farm but I was needed to help with the choirs. At the time I was sixteen years old and a little on the large size, not fat just large for my age. I had yet to have sex with another person male or female. The only sex had been with myself when I could find the time away from my grandparents, this was not very often, as they were bible toting people that believed that idle hands were the devils workshop. This was more my grandmother's teaching than my grandfathers, after all he was a man and understood the sexual changes and moods that went through men especially teenage boys. My grandmother would make me sleep with the door open to my room so it would take away the opportunity to jerk off. I was not allowed to bath with the door shut or anything that would allow me just a few minutes with myself. I had heard her several times talking with my grandfather about the bed clothes she was having to clean to often because of my wet dreams. She thought I was jerking off, but grandfather wouldn't tell her different.

One day while we were working in the field grandfather decided to talk to me about it. He looked at me and said, "Son do you masturbate?"

I stopped what I was doing and couldn't believe my ears. "I have before a couple of times, why?"

"Well your grandmother thinks you are masturbating every night and she thinks it is the devils work."

"Now before you say anything I know the feelings you are going through."

"Gramps, I haven't done that in my bed since I have been here, Grandma makes me leave the door open and I don't dare risk being caught by her."

"I do wake up almost every morning with the sheets wet, I don't know what to do to stop it." I said as my voice started to crack as I was about to cry.

"Ok, that's sort of what I thought anyway, but we do need to try to remedy the situation."

"Listen tonight at bedtime I will make some excuse for you to go to the barn, while you are there you relieve the pressure from your balls."

"Take as much time as you need but not enough to get Grandma wondering, Ok."

"If this works like I think it will I will find different times where you can be alone with yourself without arousing Grandma."

"Ok, Gramps." I replied as I kind of looked at him in a different light. He wasn't as stiff a person as I was thinking he was.

We tried the idea out and it worked I didn't have another wet dream and Grandma thought that the talk Grandpa and I had was the reason. Actually I was relieving myself three and four times a day with Grandpa's permission. All I had to do was tell Grandpa I needed a water break and he understood. There were times like when we were moving the livestock and they would start mating, that Grandpa would look at me and say go take a water break. He knew that seeing the animals would get me started.

Without going into those stories anymore, you can now get an idea of what my life was up to the point of the depression. When things started getting bad I could tell that Grandma and Grandpa talked less and less in front of me. They no longer discussed the financial part of the farm in front of me. I heard them talking one night about the bank and what they were going to sell off to keep living. The day finally came and they sold all of the land except the four or five acres where the house and barns were. They kept just enough land to grow a nice size garden and to keep a few milk cows and other livestock that would help them keep something to eat on the table. I knew it was a lot worse than they let me know.

One day I caught Grandpa standing in the barn with tears running down his face, as I looked at him I had to ask him what the problem was. He let me know that if things did not get better and fast that they would also lose the rest of the farm. I looked at him and said I would go get a job and help out that way. He grinned at me and said that he was happy for the offer but it was bad everywhere and jobs were almost impossible to find. I asked him about all the jobs that I had heard about in California with the fruit and vegetable pickers. He said that most of that was just stories, that so many people were going out west that there were ten people for ever job and the growers were paying so little to the workers that a person could just live off the wages. I looked at him and had to walk away. I made up my mind then that I was leaving and was going to find a job and send them money.

That night I wrote a long letter to my Grandparents and left it on the bed, I placed a sack of clothes and toiletries out the window of my room. When my grandparents went to sleep I closed the door in my room and slipped out the window. My grandmother had been letting me close the door every since they had stopped talking in front of me. I climbed out the window and started down the road in hopes of finding a ride that would carry me far enough away that I couldn't easily turn around and go home.

After about two hours a fruit picking truck came along and pulled over to the side of the road. The driver was a man of about 45 or 50 years of age, he was about six feet tall and had a beer belly. He appeared to be someone of some means, he wasn't dirty and unshaven like most of the strangers I had seen in the past few months. He looked at me and said, "Where you headed son?"

"California, sir." I responded.

He grinned at the use of politeness and said climb on in that's where I'm headed. As we drove along for about three hours we talked back and forth and he learned why I was going and I learned all about him. He was a married man that had enough money at home to keep his wife and three children from going hungry or cold. He also knew that if he didn't go where the work was that they wouldn't have any income. He had left his wife and oldest son in charge of their little town store. He was going to California to try to get on with some of the larger plant growers and use his truck and drive workers to the fields, he had heard that if he could catch on somewhere that he could make a living from it. This was his plan until things got better and he could go back home.

We drove on for a few more hours when he said that he had to pull over and sleep, and if I would stay awake and guard the truck I could travel with him. I agreed and we pulled off onto a side road and he climbed into the back of the truck with a blanket. I leaned back in the seat and sat there wondering what was to happen to me in the future.

After about five or six hours the old gentleman whose names was Bill, but told me to call him Dad because it was what his children called him, plus it also gave the impression that we were father and son and people may not bother us, climbed out of the back of the truck and walked around to the side and unzipped his pants and started peeing. He didn't know that I could see him in the side mirror and was actually aroused looking at him. He walked around the truck, looked inside and grinned when he noticed that I was awake. "Good morning," He said.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" I responded.

"Actually that was the best sleep I have had since I left home, having you here took a little of the pressure off my mind."

"Talking about pressure, do you need to relieve yourself?" he asked.

"Sure do." I said as I climbed out the door and relieved myself for what seemed like five minutes. As I climbed back in he said, "You really been holding that back for a while, from now on if you need to go to the bathroom just say so, no need to be uncomfortable." He reached beneath the seat and brought out some sausage and crackers and a bottle of water. "Eat up, that's breakfast and we want eat for quite a while." I thanked him for the food and water and told him that I had some money and could pay him. He looked right at me and said, "From now on you take your money and put it somewhere that no one could find it if they looked and somewhere that it wouldn't get stolen if somebody took all your belongings."

"Where we are going don't trust anyone, except maybe me."

"You save that money so that if things get to bad you can try to get back home."

I looked at him a little scared and wondering if he was serious or was just trying to scare me. He noticed the look on my face and said, "Look I am trying to get you to realize that things could be very bad where we are headed, nothing may never happen to you , but then again it could get very ugly."

"The reason that I am coming out here is because I am trying to stay ahead of the hard times that could come."

"I didn't have to leave home when I did, but I could see what was happening and was trying to prepare for the bad times."

"That's all I'm trying to get you to do." "You can do as I say or not, just want you to try to look ahead."

We rode on for a few miles in silence until he finally asked, "Did you have a girlfriend back home?"

"No, I never even been on a date or anything with a girl."

"The only girls I knew were the ones in my class at school, and there was never anytime for anything but classes and choirs."

"Well then I can gather from that that you are probably a virgin." Dad said.

"Yeah," I said not elaborating on it.

"Well how often do you masturbate, and don't tell me you don't because all boys your age do unless there is something wrong." Dad said grinning at me.

"Yes I do, it varies."

"Some days three or four times others not as many." I said.

"How often do you masturbate?" I asked sort of as an after thought.

"Not as much as you do but usually once a day, when I was home and with my wife I didn't have to because we had sex about every other day." "Since I started on this trip I have found that I could jack-off several times a day if I let myself." Why do you ask.

"Just curious." I responded. I then just started telling him all about Grandpa and the little arrangement I had with him. I told him of all the places I had done it and how the animals mating had made me feel and how Grandpa would make me take a water break. Dad then looked at me and asked, "Did the sight of the female animals excite me or did it take the sight of the males?"

I thought of the question for a few minutes before I replied, "The males, is there something wrong with that?"

"No, actually that's normal, I believe that all males become excited at the sight of another males hard-on, be it man or animal."

"I know I do." he said.

He looked at me for a few minutes and I could tell he was thinking something through before he asked, "Tell you what, if you feel the need to masturbate I would love to watch you."

"As I said it excites me to see another males hard-on and it would do even more for me to see you."

"I want touch you or anything unless you ask me to."

"What do you think?"

"I will have to think about that before I can give you an answer." I said.

"Fare with me." Dad said. "If you want you can lie down on the seat and get some sleep or stretch out in the back and sleep while I drive."

I chose to sleep on the seat as we drove back to the main road and off toward the west. When I woke we had pulled into a service station and Dad was filling up with gas. He saw me wake up and told me to fill up the water bottles. I took the bottles and went out back to the outhouse and relieved myself. After filling the bottles up I returned to the truck and climbed in. As we started down the road Dad handed me a sandwich and a soft drink. I looked at him but hesitated at taking the things. He pushed them at me and said, "Eat."

We rode on for hours only talking occasionally about what we saw along the way. He finally looked over at me and said, "You need to try to get some more sleep so that tonight you can stay awake while I sleep."

I leaned back against the seat and dozed off, only to wake when I had cum inside my pants. I jumped when I realized what happened and Dad noticed and giggled at me. "Didn't know you were going to soil you pants, but I could tell you were having a nice dream."

"Why don't you go ahead and change your pants, nobody to see you but me, and I don't believe you have anything I haven't seen before. I looked at him and slowly removed my shoes and then my pants, I grabbed the waist of my underware and started to pull them off when I noticed Dad looking at me. I hesitated for a second then pulled them off. I grabbed my sack of clothes and retrieved a clean pair of underware and started to put them on.

"It might be a good idea to clean the rest of the cum off of yourself before you put those on." Dad said.

I was a little surprised that he said anything, then noticed the cum matted in my pubic hair. I took the soiled underware and tried to clean the cum from the hair, but it wasn't working. Dad again giggled at me and said, "Pour some water on you underware and wash your dick and balls off."

I did as he said and then put my clothes back on. Once I had my clothes on, Dad said, "Now that wasn't that bad was it, besides you have a larger than normal cock for a boy your age, don't know why your ashamed to show it."

"Guess I'll have to jerk-off tonight before I can get any sleep."

We rode on in silence until time for Dad to pull over and sleep. He pulled onto a side road and parked the truck, climbed into the back and covered up. After a while I noticed that the truck was moving about, so I looked back at Dad and could see his hand moving up and down beneath the blanket. I couldn't pull my eyes away from the sight, and had a strange desire to see and feel his cock. I was able to control myself and he let out a grunt as the pumping stopped.

At dawn Dad rose up and had his usual morning pee, while he was peeing I climbed out and joined him. We both got into the truck, grabbed our breakfast of sausage and crackers, and rode off. The rest of the day was almost the same as the day before except I kept thinking of Dad jerking-off in the back of the truck. We made our usual rest, gas, and water stops. We talked about what we saw and what we wanted in life. Along about the time for Dad to sleep we ran into a rain storm. He located a place to pull off then looked at me and said, "Looks like I have to sleep in here with you tonight."

"No problem, I can get in the floorboard and you can have the seat." I said.

He stretched out on the seat and I sat on the floorboard and leaned back against the door. I was setting there wondering if he would be jerking off if I wasn't there. He was breathing deeply as he had drifted off into sleep. He started moaning and moving around as he was dreaming. His hand moved down to his dick and he started squeezing and rubbing himself. I just sat there watching and then started playing with myself as I wondered what he could be dreaming about. He gave a few deep groins then raised up quickly as he realized he had cum in his pants.

"Shit," he said and then turned and noticed that I had my dick out and was jerking off.

"Well you could have invited me." he said.

"Your the reason I'm doing this now," I said as I explained what he had been doing.

He looked at me and said, "Don't stop." He then proceeded to remove his pants and underware, he told me to move upon the seat beside him and remove my pants, which I did. When I had sat down on the seat he reached over and grabbed my dick and started pumping it for me. I moaned and then reached for his. His dick was about nine inches long and almost to big for my hand to reach around. I was staring at it as he started pumping his hips forward trying to get me to move my hand. I finally got the idea and started stroking his cock. He leaned over and took the head of my cock in his mouth and started sucking on it, his tongue was sliding around the head, I couldn't take it as I exploded into his mouth. I was expecting Dad to scream at me or hit me or something other than what he did. He just kept his mouth on my cock and swallowed all the cum I could deliver. All this time my hand was still pulling on his cock. He pulled his head up and leaned back against the door. He looked at me and said, "Enjoy yourself, and slid his ass down on the seat and at me. I wasn't sure what to do so I just kept pumping his cock, by this time pre-cum was flowing and my hand was covered with it. It was as if I was hypnotized by his cock, the more I looked at it the more I wanted to taste it. Finally I couldn't take it any more and popped the head into my mouth, since the taste didn't repulse me, I slid even more into my mouth. I gagged a couple of times but Dad would pull his dick out every time it happened. He looked at me and said, "Do you want to taste my cum?"

I didn't answer because I did and I didn't. It was to late to answer as I felt the head of his cock swell and thin shoot right into my mouth. The first blast caught me by surprise and I wasn't able to keep it in my mouth, the second blast along with the rest was expected and I was able to swallow all of it as he moaned and yelled out, "Yes, oh yes"

When he was finished he motioned for me to climb up on top of him. He put his arms around me and hugged. He then put his mouth to mine and pushed his tongue inside my mouth. When he broke off the kiss he said, "You never kissed anyone before have you?"

"No." I replied.

"Well you will learn to, and will probably like it."

"I like to kiss and cuddle after I have sex with someone, if you don't mind."

"We can cuddle and sleep here tonight, I don't think we have to worry about anyone during the rain." Dad said.

After that he slid over and made room for me to lie beside him with his arm rapped around me. At first it felt awkward, but after a few minutes I enjoyed feeling the warmth and closeness of Dad's body next to mine. We both dozed off.

I woke up the next morning with Dad's mouth doing a number on my dick. It only took a few seconds before I was blasting off in his mouth.

"Good morning to you too," he said as he licked his lips.

He raised up to rearrange himself when I noticed his big balls hanging between his legs. I reached out and started to pull on them as Dad grunted. He stopped and said, "Find something you want to play with back there?"

I didn't reply but just kept playing with his balls. All at once I had this strange feeling that I wanted his dick up my ass, but knew it would probably tear me apart. I had played with my asshole a few times but had never had the feeling I had now. I supressed the feeling and decided to just suck on Dad's cock until he fed me his cum. I turned him around and pushed as much of his dick in my mouth as I could. He grabbed my head and held it still, he then said, "Every time I push in, swallow when it hits the back of you throat."

I did as he said as he started pumping slowly. I noticed that each time I was able to take a little more. He then picked up the pace and I was able to let his dick slid down my throat without feeling as though I was going to gag. He started breathing heavily and then thrust his dick all the way in and let out a cry as his cum shot down my throat, and the door of the truck swung open.

"What the hell is going on here?" I heard some one yell.

Dad pulled back real quick and I could see a man about six feet two inches, weighing about 300 pounds dressed in overalls and a shirt with a sheriff's badge on it. He had a piece of a cigar in the corner of his mouth and an old dirty cowboy hat on his head.

"I said what in the hell is going on here?" he said as he pulled Dad out of the truck. He looked at me and noticed the cum dripping from my open mouth. He looked back at Dad and said, "You got yourself a little boy whore here or what?"

"No, not exactly, he just started this today." Dad replied.

"Oh, a virgin I guess."

"Is that right son?" The sheriff asked.

"Yes sir." I said.

"Well then it looks like the two of you are in deep trouble, unless you want to work this off in trade," he said looking back at Dad.

Dad looked at me and then the sheriff and said , "Exactly what do you want?"

"A little bit of everything," the sheriff said.

"The boy isn't experienced at much," Dad said.

"I understand, now the boy will ride with me as you follow along in your truck, I live just down the rode, that's the reason I stopped was to see who had parked here."

I got into the sheriff's car with my clothes half on and Dad followed us to the sheriffs house. When we got there he took me to the bedroom and told me to take my clothes off, which I did. Dad and him entered both naked. The sheriff had such a large belly that it hung down so far you couldn't even see his dick and balls. He motioned for me to come to him as he sat down on the edge of the bed, he grabbed me by the head and pushed it into his crotch. I very quickly found his dick which was still soft, and sucked it into my mouth. He started moaning and pumping his hips into my face. He then told Dad to get behind me and lick my asshole. Dad did and I was getting all kinds of emotions running through my body. I was loving the attention that Dad was giving my asshole and also was enjoying the salty musky taste of the sheriff's cock as it was starting to grow. My body was starting to thrust back at Dad's face as the sheriff said, "Thought you said he was a virgin." as he pulled my head away from his cock and looked at me. "I am, sir" I said.

He just pushed my head back down on his dick and I continued my job on it.

"I want that ass." the sheriff said looking at Dad who was still tonguing my asshole.

"He can't take you, you'll rip him apart." Dad said.

"Well I want some ass." the sheriff replied.

"Ok, then take mine." Dad said as he climbed upon the bed and spread his ass cheeks.

The sheriff looked at Dad's ass and then pulled my head up and placed my face in Dad's ass.

"Get him wet for me," the sheriff said.

I started doing what I remembered that Dad had done to my ass, as I slid my tongue as far up his asshole as I could. Dad started pushing back against my face and I was really starting to enjoy it. I was beginning to moan as my head was pulled backward. The sheriff moved behind Dad and placed the head of his dick at the entrance of the asshole. I could tell that he had put some kind of oil on his cock as it slid all the way in. Dad's body contracted as the pain shot through his body. The sheriff just stood there not moving, I guess he was letting Dad catch his breath. He looked at me and told me to get on top of Dad's back and put my dick where he could get to it. I laid down on Dad's back and the sheriff leaned over and swallowed my dick all the way down his throat. I could feel as he started driving his dick into Dad's ass. Dad would grunt each time his asshole was filled with the sheriffs cock, but the grunting had changed to where there didn't seem to be as much pain. The sheriff was pumping for all he was worth as he was sucking my cock. The sheriff had worked up a sweet and was breathing very hard all at once he raised up and yelled, "Shit!" as he came into Dad's ass. The sheriff rolled off Dad and cried, "Get over here kid." as he rolled over onto his back, and pulled his legs up as high as he could. "Old man get over here and help."

"Hold my legs up for the boy." He then had me stick my dick into his ass and start pumping. Dad had his legs pulled up toward his shoulders as far as he could. This also put Dad's dick right in the sheriff's face. The sheriff reached up and sucked Dad's dick in his mouth as he started to groan. Dad told me to fuck him faster and harder which I did. I started gasping as my cum was shooting in the sheriffs asshole. As soon as I pulled out the sheriff had Dad fuck him as I held his legs. Dad was fucking him for about a minute when I noticed that the sheriff was shooting all over himself. Dad had made him cum by fucking him up the ass. This sent Dad off and they both collapsed on the bed.

After a few minutes the sheriff got up and said, "How about some breakfast?" We both agreed to breakfast and started to put our clothes on. The sheriff informed us that we needed to leave them off because he would be ready to go at it after breakfast.

We had a nice breakfast and then had sex with each other until about noon. I fucked and sucked the sheriff, I fucked and sucked Dad, they sucked and fucked each other, but they never fucked me up the asshole. We finally all took baths and put our clothes on and we were on our way.

As we drove along Dad inquired as to my well being, wanted to know if I was alright. We talked about what we had just done, and if it was normal for men to do what we did. At some point I inquired why they had not fucked me up the ass.

"That would be kind of like raping you, and neither of us really wanted to do that?"

"Why do you ask?" Dad asked.

"Well this morning when we were jerking each other off, I was wanting you to fuck me up the ass, don't know why just felt like I wanted to" I said.

"If you want to do it later, I will be happy to do it." Dad said as he told me to slid up next to him so he could hug me.

We rode on for several hours not talking about anything particular, when I asked him how much longer it would be before we made it to California. He informed me that we were two or three days away depending on the weather and the terrain. We couldn't travel as fast in the mountain areas as we did in the flatter lands. We were presently climbing some mountain range and the weather was a bit cooler than we were use to. At night time when it came time for Dad to sleep he grabbed his blanket and started out the truck, a few seconds later he returned and said it was too cold to sleep outside. I was a little chilly just sitting in the truck.

"I tell you what." he said looking at me "We can both sleep on the seat and use the blanket and help keep each other warm." He then looked at me with a little grin and said, "I know a way we can really be warm."

I looked at him and had a general idea of what he was talking about, and said, "Ok, but let's lock the door this time, don't want any uninvited guest." He looked at me and giggled as we started taking off our cloths. We slid beside each other as Dad grabbed my head and started to kiss me full on the mouth. At first I didn't respond and then opened my lips ever so slightly, Dad forced his tongue into my mouth and started swirling around in my mouth. The feeling was different and my dick started growing as I started to suck on Dad's tongue. I could feel his cock as it was pushing against mine. The feeling made me push my hips forward and rub our cocks together.

Dad looked at me and said, "Slid up against the door so I can get at you cock."

I did as he said and he proceed to swallow all of my cock and run his tongue up and down the shaft as he moved up and down it. All I could do was moan as he did this for about five minutes, he would deliberately slow down when he felt me getting closer to coming. I was rising to the peak of explosion when I felt him start to slow, I grabbed his head and started pumping my dick down his throat as hard as I could. After about three thrust I was squirting down his throat and he swallowed every drop. When he pulled his head off of my dick he was laughing and said, "Wondered how long you could take that action before you did something about it. He then slid my semi-hard cock back into his mouth and sucked until I was hard again. He removed his mouth and said, "You remember what you talked about earlier, about your asshole, do you want to try it now?"

I grinned at him and said, "Yes I do, but be gentle."

Dad raised himself up and allowed me to slid down further on the seat and roll over. He placed his face right in the crack of my ass and started licking all around my asshole. He kept getting closer and closer to the entrance but would just tease it. Finally he got to close and I shoved my ass at his face and his tongue slid part of the way in, he giggled at me as he pulled back. He then started pushing his tongue in and out and twirling it around as much as he could. He moved his hand up and slid one of his fingers inside, my ass clamped down when the pain hit me, my breathing stopped and I let out a cry of pain.

"Relax, just relax the pain will slowly go away." Dad said. He then waited until I was able to relax my ass, when he felt the muscles relax he started a slow pumping motion as he licked around his finger keeping it as wet as possible. After a couple of minutes he slid in another finger, the pain was back but it immediately eased off. He finally pushed a third finger in and started moving the fingers around inside, I felt a strong surge go through my balls and cock as he rubbed against something inside me. As he noticed my reaction he said, "Found the spot." I wanted to ask him what he was talking about but was to caught up in the desires running through my body. He moved up onto my back and started to spread my legs as far as he could. He placed the head of his dick against my asshole and pushed, the pressure was too much and was hurting as I cried out in pain. He eased off and said, "Have something in the glove compartment that will help, it will be messy but we'll worry about that later." I watched as he opened the compartment and pulled out a little can of axle grease. He opened it and stuck his fingers in, pulling out a fair amount with his fingers, he spread it on his cock and then cleaned his fingers off on my asshole. He then placed the head of his cock back at the entrance of my asshole and pushed. The head and about two inches popped in as my ass again contracted. The pain was not near as great as before and what there was started diminishing quickly. Dad started a very slow push into my ass, it was sliding in every so slowly and I was starting to push back against the pressure. Dad pulled his dick out and then pushed back in a little harder, more of the cock went in. We continued this for quite some time before all of his dick was inside. When he bottomed out on my ass he said, "That took a while, you have the tightest asshole I have ever been in, now relax as I try to find that spot you felt a while ago." He started pulling and pushing his dick in and out but was moving his hips sideways to force his dick in at different angles. About the fifth time he felt me moan and my ass contract.

"Found it," he said, "Get ready for the ride of your life."

With that he started pumping harder and harder as I started moaning and then spraying cum all over the seat. He felt the convulsions and slowed down for me to catch my breath and then did it again. He went at if for about ten minutes and I must have cum at least seven times. I could feel the cum all over the seat beneath me it was covering me from my knees all the way up to my chest. My body was covered with sweat and so was Dad's. I was beginning to wonder how he was able to continue for so long, and was about to ask him when I started cumming again. I was so exhausted that I just collapsed on the seat.

Dad leaned over on my back and asked, "Mind if I finish my self off?"

I could only moan and he took that as a sign of approval. He started pumping his cock in faster and harder until he finally came and collapsed on my back, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over both of us, while leaving his dick inside me. The next thing I remember was waking up with Dad still on my back, his dick had softened and pulled out during the night. I rolled over and he slid off of my back as he woke up.

"Good morning." he said as he sat up, "What a mess we made." I looked at us an noticed the axle grease smeared all over my ass and Dad's dick and balls. The seat was caked with dried cum and so was my thighs, cock, balls, stomach, and part of my chest. Dad looked again at us and said, "No problem, hand me the water and a towel." He used the water and towel and washed me off front and back, then cleaned himself off. He said, "We may need to find a place to take a bath before we start to get real ripe." I looked at Dad and questioned, "What did you mean when you said you had found the spot last night?"

"Oh, well you see a man has a prostate located beside his asshole, and if you rube just right you can make a person cum, as you very well found out." Dad said. "I must admit I have never seen anyone that came as many times as you did last night."

"Hell I have only cum twice during a fuck."

"How do you like it anyway?"

"It was the greatest thing I have ever experienced in my life." I replied. "If I hadn't felt so tired I think I could go on forever."

"By the way, how were you able to go so long without cumming?" I asked.

"It wasn't easy, but since it was your first time I wanted it to be good for you, plus your asshole is so tight that every time you came it clamped down on my dick and I couldn't move until you relaxed." he said. "I have heard of men and boys that can't get enough dick up there ass, you could be one of those, not saying it's bad or good, but you need to be careful or your desires could do you in."

"It is not good to let people know you like sex with men, some people will actually hurt you because of it."

"Never start anything with anybody that you don't know."

"While I am around I will try to feel anyone out before I let you do anything with them, but remember I may not always be around." he said.

"Now I have a deal for you if you want it, you don't have to answer it until we get to California." Dad said. "The deal is, you know that I love your ass, and it is apparent that you like sex so to help keep us both safe I would be willing to keep you with me and try to get you a job where I would be hauling."

"That way you can stay with me after work and we can help please each others desires."

"If this works out we can both help protect each other."

"Now don't answer until after we see where we are headed, ok."

"Ok." was all I said in reply.

The next day we entered the state of California, but it was still another day before we would reach the fertile valley. This was where most of the work was supposed to be. The following day we entered what was called a work camp, as we drove along I noticed the families that were set up in make shift tents beside the cars and trucks that they had. The small children ran around and played in their dirty old clothes, and most of them had no shoes on. After passing what was probably a hundred of these sites we kept going toward a large building. I looked at Dad and asked, "Do you know where we are headed?"

"Yes, that house is the work headquarters, that is where we will see if they can use our services or not." he replied.

"Why are there so many families here?" I asked.

"It's the depression son, there are people from all over the country trying to find work."

"There are probably about five hundred workers, not counting family members, here for probably a hundred jobs." "This place is full of people who are down to their last penny." Dad said as he pulled his truck into the drive of the house. He got out, but told me to stay in the truck, and went inside. He was there for about thirty minutes before he returned.

"Good news, we start working tomorrow morning."

"It will be ten hours a day and you can help pick the vegetables for five cents a bushel, I will also pick vegetables but will also be paid for the use of my truck." "The wages aren't much but it is a job and a lot of these people don't even have that." he said.

As we rode off we went around the house to another area of tents and vehicles. I looked at Dad, and he said, "This is where the unmarried men camp."

"Need to keep you eyes and ears open here."

"Don't know how they will except us or how they will treat us."

We found a spot at the back of the tents and sat up a little camp. Most of the tents were empty. A few men walked over and started a little conversation with Dad. They just wanted to know where we were from and how long we had been in California and stuff like that. I noticed one of the men kept looking at me and scratching his balls. I would look away and he never said anything to me. They enquired to our relationship, and Dad lied and said I was his son. This kind of made the gentleman that was looking at me change his attitude toward me. He no longer stared and scratched himself.

When they left Dad looked at me and said, "Did you notice the way that one man kept looking at you and groping himself?"

"I noticed." I replied

"That's the kind of men you have to watch out for, did you notice how he stopped watching you when I told him you were my son." he asked.

"Yes, I noticed." I said.

"Now if you want to stay safe then tell no one that you are not my son, you understand." he said.

"I understand, and thanks" I replied.

The next morning started off very early as we got into the truck and went up to the house. A man stood out on the porch and started calling out names and then proceeded to point to men that were standing around wanting a job. He sent enough men to Dad's truck that the back was completely full. We followed several other trucks to the fields and the people got off and started gathering the ripe fruit and placing them in bushel baskets, when a basket was full it was taken to another truck and emptied, an entry was made in a book by a man that was next to the truck. This went on until about twelve o'clock and the workers were given a thirty minute lunch break. Dad called to me when it was time for lunch and I returned to the truck where he had crackers and sausage for the both of us.

"How is it going," he asked.

"The work is not bad, a lot like what I did back home, but some of these men can hardly pick, they seem so sick and tired."

"They are, some of them have been doing this for years." he said.

"How many bushels have you picked so far?" he asked.

"Ten or twelve don't really know." I replied.

"You have to keep up with exactly how many bushels you pick so you want get cheated."

"This is what you need to do every time you bring in a bushel you find a little pebble and place in your pocket, always your left pocket, and little pebbles."

I looked at him but understood what he was telling me. The foreman yelled out for everyone to go back to work. I remembered what Dad had said about the pebbles and that afternoon I had sixteen pebbles in my pocket. I felt rather pleased with myself when I found out that I had pick just as many as Dad had.

That night we both slept in the back of the truck. There was no playing around because Dad said we had to get the feel of the camp. We didn't want to get caught.

We worked at that place for about two weeks and I had managed to make a little money and sent five dollars back to my grandparents. Dad had made even more because of his truck and had sent some home to his family. He said it was better to send the money home than to keep it own us. We had a couple of places on the truck where we hid what we kept and thought we would need.

In the middle of the third week all the work on those fields was done and we had to move on, the foreman gave the name of a man to Dad and told him to get in touch with him and he would have work for us. We traveled about half a day before we reached the next place. When we arrived the man took the message from Dad and we were showed a little hut at the end of a drive. It wasn't anything special but it did have a bed and a little stove with running water. We both immediately stripped off our clothes and began to bath out of the sink. After we settled in Dad went and talked to the foreman. He returned to let me know that we had work for at least a month but the wages were not as good as the place we had left. Dad said that the wages for picking the vegetables was a penny a bushel less, but the hut was free as long as he used his truck. The pay for the use of his truck was the same as before. He looked at me and said, "If you want to stay here I can make up the difference on the bushels for you."

"Thanks, but you don't have to do that, I still will be making more than enough to live on."

"I can still send some home to my grandparents, besides I can make up the difference by picking faster."

Dad looked at me, grinned and said, "That the right attitude to have about the situation."

That night we slept together for the first time since we had arrived in California. The sex was great but when Dad was fucking me he came quickly and pulled off. He said that he didn't want to tire me out before tomorrow. We cuddled up and both fell to sleep.

The next morning we fell into the same routine that we had at the other place. I really tried to make up the difference in the wages by picking as fast as I possible could. At lunch time Dad noticed that I was a little more tired than usual and told me to slow down it was not worth working so hard that I would become sick. I looked at him and said, "I thank I have it figured out, if I work fast in the mornings while it is still cool I can get far enough ahead that I can work at a normal pace in the afternoon in the heat, that way it's like getting a little rest after lunch."

He looked at me and said, "That may work, but if you start getting really tired I will tell the foreman you are sick and need to take a day off."

The next few days went along with no problems, my idea was working and I was making just as much money as I had before. Dad was making as much also and we were able to send money home to our families.

On Sunday's there wasn't any work and we had the day to do as we pleased. The foremen and truck owners usually would go to town to enjoy the company of the woman at some club. Several times the men had asked Dad to go with them, but he would tell them he couldn't leave me alone.

He later told me that the men were going to a whore house and usually would come back with all their money spent. He said that if he had to pay someone for sex it could just as well be me. I never even thought of asking for money for something that I enjoyed so much. It just didn't feel right, and I told him so.

Every thing was going along just fine until the axle on Dad's truck broke. He had it hauled back to our shack and a man in town told him it would cost twenty five dollars to fix. We had just sent most of our money home and didn't have but about five dollars between us and had to eat the rest of the week before we were paid. The foreman told him that he could only stay in the shack if he was going to get the truck fixed by the weekend. If not we were going to have to move on and let some other trucker have the shack. He sat down on the bed and tried to figure out what to do, he knew it would take too long for his wife to send him the money. We had only four days to get the money and get the truck fixed. The next day I stayed at the shack to meet with a repairman that was coming out to give the actual cost of fixing the truck, and let us know how long it would take to fix it. Dad went on to the fields so that he would at least have the money for picking.

At about nine o'clock the repairman showed up as I was setting on the back of the truck.

"Is the truck that needs fixing?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." I said

He was about average height with a little pot belly, he was wearing overalls without a shirt. The button on the left side of his overalls was missing and they gaped open enough to reveal that he didn't have on any underware.

He walked up to me and held out his hand and said, "Hi, my names Joe, what seems to be the problem with the truck?" he asked.

"Dad said to tell you the axle was broken and to find out how much it would cost, and how fast it could be fixed." I said.

"Well, let me have a look at it and I can give you a better answer to your questions." he said smiling at me as he crawled underneath the truck.

"Ok, son the cost will be twenty five dollars, that includes parts and labor."

"Do you and your father have that kind of money on you, be truthful to me and I might be able to make a deal."

"No, sir, we don't have that much but will get some this Friday, but it still want be enough, is there some way we could pay you some this week and the rest next week?"

"We can get someone to send us some money from home but it would take five or six days to get here, and we need the truck by Friday or we have to give the hut to someone else."

The man stood there thinking for a while when the foreman walked up and said, "Can it be fixed by Friday Joe?"

"Yeah, no problem." Joe said as the foreman walked away then turned around and said, "See Sunday at the club."

Joe turned around to me and said, "I can get some second hand parts from a friend of mine for a couple of bucks."

"That will cut down on the cost about eight dollars, but I need the two bucks when I leave."

"I can come back tonight and put the parts in and have the truck running by tomorrow."

"That will still leave you owing me about fifteen dollars."

"I don't usually make these type of deals but I don't like your foreman and if wants to bring in someone else and pay them less then I want to help you."

"Sounds great to me, come on in the hut while I get the two dollars, and have a cup of coffee." I said.

He followed me into the hut and sat down on the bed as I got him a cup and gave him my share of our daily coffee. While he was drinking I asked him what type of club the foreman was talking about. He said it was a club where the men went to forget there troubles for a while. I looked at him and asked if it was the whore house that Dad had told me about. He turned red in the face and then finally said it was. I then asked him what the men actually did there. He hesitated but then informed me that some went there to talk to the women, others to dance, some to get a blow job, and those with the money to actually fuck the women. The whole time he was looking right at me to see what my reaction would be.

I thought for a second and then asked, "What do you do when you go there?"

He turned very red and for a second I didn't think he was going to answer. He took a big gulp of coffee and said, "I always get a blow job, don't trust the women to be clean enough to fuck them."

"Why are you asking?"

"Just curious, how much do you pay for this blow job?" I inquired.

"One dollar." he said.

"What would you pay me if I gave you a blow job?" I asked.

He almost chocked on the coffee when he heard this. "Kid do you know what you are asking?"

"Yes, I have done it a few times, just thought it was a way to make some money quick that's all?" I said as I was almost to tears.

"Don't start crying, if your serious I might consider it, and I guess if it was as good as a women I could pay the same price."

"Are you offering?"

"Yes." I said wondering if I was doing something I shouldn't.

"Ok, then see what you can do." he said as he rose and undid his overalls and let them fall to the floor. He stood there with about four inches of uncut cock hanging over his balls. I walked over and dropped to my knees and placed the whole cock in my mouth and then pushed my tongue inside the foreskin. He immediately moaned and grabbed either side of my head. As I ran my tongue around inside his foreskin his cock began to grow and push it's head out. I started sucking and bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I reached underneath and grabbed his balls and started pulling on them. He looked down at me and said, "Damn, we have to lie down." He laid down on the bed and I didn't let the cock leave my mouth as I followed him. He was moaning and driving his hips at my face and was about to cum when I pulled off of him and said, "How am I doing?"

"Great....mmmph.....Great." he mumbled.

I immediately went back to work on his dick and then slid down and gave his balls a tongue bath. He grabbed his cock and started to jerk it when I slapped his hand away and replaced it with my mouth. I started pumping my mouth faster and faster until he couldn't hold it any more. He shot stream after stream down my throat and I swallowed every drop and kept sucking on his cock even after it had gone soft. When it started getting hard again I released it and looked at him to see how I did.

"Damn, boy you do that better than the women at the club." he said as he rose up and pulled his overalls on. "Don't worry about the two dollars consider that paid, I'll be back this afternoon and fix the truck." "Will you be open for business tonight?" he asked.

"Have to ask Dad." I said as he gave me a funny look and walked out.

Dad came home and looked a little more worn out than usual. He sat down on the edge of the bed and I handed him a cup of coffee. He drank the coffee for a few minutes before he asked about the truck. I had to tell him everything including the sex. He just sat there and looked at me, I couldn't tell if he was mad at me or what, finally he said, "I don't want you to do what you did, but we are in a fix and it is your body, and it was only this one man, I know I can't be mad at you because I know you enjoy sex."

"We will have to talk with this Joe when he gets back."

Dad was eating what little food we allowed ourselves to have each day when Joe pulled up. He knocked on the door and entered.

I looked at him and said, "Joe this is Dad, Dad this is Joe."

Dad looked at Joe and said, "First I am not really his father, Dad is just what my children call me and it just seemed natural for him to call me that."

I could see the relief leaving Joe's face as he sat down in the only chair we had. He looked at Dad and said, "Did he tell you what we did today, and the deal I made about your truck?"

"Yes he told me." Dad said.

"I have the parts for the truck and it will be fixed when I leave, but I also have a plan if the boy and you are interested." he said.

"Let's here it." Dad said.

"Ok, but here me out before you answer."

"Well you see I have a house about a mile from here, and me and most of my friends who are not married go to the club on Sundays when we are not working."

"We pay for sex from women and what the boy did for me today was a lot better than anything I have ever received at the club."

"My proposition is if the boy could come to my house say for a couple of hours each week night and service these men we would pay him at least what we pay at the club, some would probably tip."

"I know that a lot of the men from this camp go to the club, but I would select the ones who could see him, and no one from here would be allowed so that you both could stay here and no one would know."

"What do you think?" Joe asked.

Dad looked at him and said, "You fix the truck and I will talk with the boy, we will have your answer when you have finished."

Joe looked at both of us and said, "Ok," and left the hut.

Dad told me to sit down beside him and he placed his arm around me and said, "Do you know what Joe is talking about?"

I nodded my head yes.

He looked me right in the eyes and said, "This is strictly your choice."

"You would probably make plenty of money, and I know you would enjoy the sex."

"What do you want to do?"

I sat there for a few seconds and said, "I want to do it."

"Thought so." he replied.

I then grabbed him around the neck and started kissing him. He let his hands run down to my ass and he started rubbing it. We both started pulling our clothes off and were sucking each other off within seconds. After I had cum I looked at him and said, "I want you to fuck me." He didn't have to be told a second time as he rolled me over and started loosening me up with his tongue. Within seconds I was moaning and telling him to fuck me. He slid a couple fingers in and started opening my asshole open. I started screaming out "Fuck me, fuck me" apparently a little too loud as Joe came into the door and was amazed as he saw Dad's fingers driving in and out of my ass. Dad looked up at him and just grinned.

"You don't know what you have bargained for here." he said to Joe as he motioned for him to get at my head. Joe walked up to my face and dropped his overalls to the floor. His dick was already at full mast and was dripping pre-cum. I leaned out and slurped the pre-cum and then drove the shaft all the way down my throat. Dad had put in the third finger and was spreading my asshole even wider. Joe just stood there staring at Dad's hand. Dad pulled his hand out and lined his dick up to my asshole. He looked up at Joe and winked as he shoved it all the way in. This was too much as Joe started blasting his cum down my throat. I kept on sucking even after he stopped cumming and he just stood there. Dad was overly excited by having Joe watch him and within a few strokes he was cumming. After the last blast he pulled out and motioned for Joe to have a go at it. Joe pulled out of my mouth as I whimpered. "He moved to my ass and noticed the cum running out of my hole. This seemed to arouse him even more as he stabbed his dick up my ass. He pumped and groaned every time he did. The next thing I knew he was cumming for the second time.

"Holy shit!" was all he said as he sat down in the chair.

Dad looked at him and said, "Watch this," as he slid his dick in and found the right angle and started pumping, I started moaning and then convulsing as I shot cum all over the bed, Dad slowed down for a second and started again, within ten strokes I was cumming for the second time, he did this about three more times until I finally collapsed down on the bed, and he pumped real hard and fast until he was ready to cum. Just before he came he pulled out and moved around to my head and pushed his dick down my throat and shot his load. I was able to take all of it and then rolled over and closed my eyes.

Joe just sat there with his dick hard and couldn't say a word. Dad looked at him and said, "I think we are going to take you up on your offer."

Joe just sat there and shook his head forward, the whole time looking at my cock and all the cum smeared over my cock, balls, stomach, and thighs.

Dad looked at him and said, "Help you self to what ever it is that is bothering you."

Joe all but jumped on me as he positioned his dick above my head and then started to lick the cum from every part of my body. He saved my dick for last and swallowed it whole. I took his dick and started sucking it slowly as I was enjoying the attention I was getting. Joe was moaning as he started driving his dick down my throat. Dad walked over and placed his hands on Joe's ass and started running his fingers in the crack of his ass. He then pushed a finger into his asshole and Joe shot off into my mouth. That was enough for me and I let go into Joe's mouth. We both went limp and laid there for a few seconds.

Dad looked at Joe and said, "When you want that ass of yours fucked let me know and I will be more than happy to do it for you."

"Now we need to get a few rules set about the men that the boy will service."

"I want only middle aged men, preferably not married, they must be clean, not hobos or such."

"They can have thirty minutes at a time unless special arrangements are made through you or me."

"If that's alright with you he can start tomorrow if you can get someone that soon."

"Sounds great to me, there want be any problem getting men"

"I think I will start out with just two tomorrow until the boy gets the hang of it."

"Got two men already in mind, he should really enjoy himself, and probably will get tipped." Joe said, "Oh, by the way the truck is fixed, and don't worry about paying for the labor, the parts come to five dollars."

Dad paid Joe and he left and said he would see us at dark and gave Dad the directions to his house.

The next morning we got up and headed to the fields with a little more vigor than usual. The day would not go fast enough for me and Dad noticed, but only giggled each time he say me grabbing myself. When the day was over and we got back to the hut I jumped out of the truck and ran inside and started washing off. When Dad came in I was naked and my dick was sticking strait out from my body and I started to jerk it. Dad said, "Don't do that, wait and you will enjoy what is going to happen to you."

We ate our little supper and I was all but dragging Dad from the chair wanting to go. We got there about five minutes later and Joe met us at the door.

"How you two doing?" he asked as he led us into his house and into the living room.

There on the sofa sat two men in business suits.

Gentlemen let me introduce you, " Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith, this is Mr. Jones and Mr. Jones." Joe said.

I laughed at the introduction and then just looked at them. One of the men looked to be about fifty, was around six feet tall but almost three hundred pounds, he was one of those men that had to lean to one side and shift his weight to get off a sofa. The other man was shorter and a little on the normal weight side. They were just sitting there sipping on some tea.

Joe looked at Dad and me and said, "I know you said that only one man at a time buy, these men like to help each other out when they are enjoying themselves, they are very respectable men in the community and I don't thank they will hurt the boy, if any thing they may make him enjoy it more."

"I told them what happened last night even about me, they fully understand the problems that could arise if this got out."

"What do you say"

Dad looked at me and said, "Your call."

"Ok." I said probably a little to excited.

"New that was coming," Dad said, "Been horny all day."

Jeff looked at the men and said, "Your welcome to the room at the end of the hall, want disturb you for an hour, not even then if you let us know."

The men got up and started down the hall with me in tow. As we entered I started to unbutton my shirt, but the big fellow stopped me. He wanted to undress me so I just stood there as he slowly unbutton my shirt. As the shirt opened he started kissing my bare chest then my nipples and then slid down to my belly button. He then reached down and undid my pants and slid them down. He leaned down and started sucking my cock that was already as hard as it could be. He grabbed my balls and pulled on them. It took only seconds before I was cumming, mostly from being so worked up all day.

The other man had removed all his clothes and his dick was sticking out and wanting attention, I started to reach for it but he moved back and simply said not yet. We both helped undress the large man and I was told to follow the smaller man's lead. By the time we had undressed the large man my dick was already standing by itself. The large man laid down on the bed with his ass on the edge, we picked his legs up and spread them apart. The younger man went back to his jacket and returned with two straps, he placed them on the larger man's ankles and then tied them to the bedpost on either side of the bed. This held his legs up and his ass was spread open. The smaller man said do what I do as he started kissing the large man's balls. He was kissing on the left side and I started kissing on the right side. The large man started moaning. The younger man slid all the way up to the big man's cock and started licking up the side of the shaft. I followed suit and we were finally licking on both sides of his cock and met at the top of the head and he slid his tongue into my mouth. While he was kissing me he slid the head of the dick into my mouth. That was all it took for the larger man as his sperm started gushing into my mouth. I quickly slid the length of his cock down my throat so I wouldn't lose a drop. When he was through cumming the smaller man pulled me away from the cock and gave me a deep kiss.

The larger man started yelling, "Fuck me, Fuck me now"

The younger man broke off the kiss and moved down between the larger man's legs. He started kissing the little asshole and then pushing his tongue in. He motioned for me to come over and I did, he reached up and slid my dick in his mouth. He thin placed the head of my dick at the entrance and told me to fuck him. I shoved my dick in and started pumping with all my might, the large man was moaning and yelling out, "Yes, yes, harder, harder, yes , faster." The younger man moved to where he could suck the larger man's dick in his mouth. I was pumping with all my might when the larger man started shaking all over and them blasting away in the younger man's mouth. As I saw this I too exploded, sending stream after stream up the big man's ass. The younger man noticed that I had cum and moved around behind the big man and placed his dick into the big man's asshole. I moved around to the other side of the bed where I could see the expression on the big man's face. He was moaning and rolling his head from side to side with his eyes closed. I moved where my dick was right at his mouth, he took one whiff of my cock and opened his eyes, when he saw my soft dick he grabbed it and sucked it all the way in. It only took a few seconds and it was hard again. The younger man was cumming and was motioning for me to return, when he pulled out he pushed me back between the big man's legs and said, "Fuck him again and make him cum." I didn't need any prodding as I rammed my dick in as far as I could. It was about that time that I remembered how Dad had searched for that special spot in my ass. I started changing the angle and was watching for any reaction from the big man. All at once I noticed that his body contracted and he groaned, and I knew I had found it. I started pumping as fast as I could in the same spot and the larger man was going crazy. He started shooting cum all over his large belly. When he came his asshole tightened around my cock and I remembered what Dad had told him about waiting until it relaxed. As soon as it relaxed I started pumping and he started groaning again and I knew I could keep this up as long as I kept my attention on making the big man cum. I kept it up for at least fifteen minutes and the large man had cum at least six more times. The sweat was rolling off the big man's body and was making it very slippery.

All at once I felt the smaller man's mouth at the entrance of my asshole. He told me to lean over but to keep fucking. After a few seconds the smaller man pushed his dick up my ass and I had to stop for a second to get use to the intrusion. The smaller man started pumping in my ass as I continued to fuck the larger man. We finally got the pumping together and settled into a few minutes of slow fucking. The smaller man hit my spot a few times but wasn't making contact as much as I was with the big guy. The large man started cumming but very little came out, I figured that there wasn't anything left. About that time the smaller man hit my spot and I started unloading in the larger man's ass. The younger man hadn't cum but as soon as I was finished cumming he pulled me off the big man and placed his mouth on the big man's asshole. He started sucking and licking all the cum that was running out of the asshole. I noticed that as he was cleaning out the big man's asshole he shot his load on the floor.

We all sat there for a few seconds when the larger man said, "Take these straps off me."

"And you need to show my friend how to fuck an asshole boy."

"That was the wildest thing I have ever had done to me." "Son if I could I would marry you , but if I did I would fuck my self to death."

"Come over here so I can hug you, I like to cuddle after I fuck." "Is there any thing we can do for you?"

"I'm ok, besides I kind of thank Joe might want to do something later on." I replied

The two men dressed slowly as they both looked as though they wanted to sleep. We all three went back into the living room and looked at Joe and Dad lying there with Dad's dick still up Joe's ass.

Joe looked up and said, "How was it fellows, was it as good as I said?"

"No, Joe you were wrong, it was better." The larger man said. "Come by in a few days we might want to set up another meeting."

"Who do I pay anyway." the larger man said as he pulled out his wallet. Joe said, "Just put it on the table." as he pushed his ass back into Dad's crotch.

The larger man walked over to the table and placed some money on the table, he then walked back to me and gave me a big bear hug, as he did he slid his hand in my back pocket and gave me a peck on the cheek. The younger man reached out and shook my hand and left a bill in it. They then left and Joe and Dad finished what they were doing. I sat down and looked at the bill in my hand, it was a five dollar bill and I couldn't believe it. Joe looked at me and said, "What did they leave on the table?"

I walked over to the table and there was another five dollar bill. "Five dollars," I said as the two were putting their clothes back on.

"Not bad for a few hours work, is it?" Joe said.

Dad walked over to me and gave me a hug, he asked how I felt. He then slapped me on the ass and said, "What do you have in your pocket there?"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a note and a hundred dollar bill. The note read.

My name is John Thompson and I own the local bank, if you are ever in any trouble please let me know.

I read the note to the other two and they just looked at me.

"Seems like it went better than anybody expected." Dad said.

"Well Dad we have the money to pay off Joe with a lot to spare, tomorrow we are going out to eat steak, and Joe you are invited."

"Joe don't line up any men until after nine, please."

We finished cleaning up and Dad and I headed back to our hut. When we got there I started talking about all the things we could buy with the money I had when Dad said, "Listen, it is fine that you want to go out and eat good, but I don't believe you should just blow the money on what ever you want."

"You need to take the money and send most of it back home to your grandparents just as you were doing with your other wages."

"I hope it keeps coming in like it did tonight, but I don't believe that it will, so save some for a rainy day."

"I know your right but I just got to do something, right now." I said.

Dad looked at me and said, "Come here I'll try to calm you down."

"Take your clothes off and get ready, I'm going to fuck you until you pass out."

I did as he said and he climbed on my back and slid his dick in my asshole he took a few strokes to locate my prostate, but when he did he started in as fast as he could and I was cumming, he kept this up until I fell asleep from exhaustion.