Arnie poured the coffee. His grandparents still made coffee in a percolater. He smiled. The Mr. Coffee Machine he had sent as a gift was probably somewhere in one of the many kitchen cabinets that were on three walls. He'd look later.
His Grandfather had passed away 12 months ago. The emergency leave allowed him to be there for the funeral. But almost immediately he climbed aboard a military transport to get back to the desert assignment and his buddies there.
Now he was home for one month. In thirty days he would report to the base and have to make a big decision. Actually he had to make it sooner.
The farm was his. Large amounts of land meant income. There had been messages from real estate types on the voice mail record Carl kept for him.
Carl had been working on the farm since Arnie arrived at 12. He was a tall, thin black man who told funny jokes and provided a father figure for the orphaned kid.
After his step father got killed, Arnie moved in with the man's grandparents. Thoughts of them being step grandparents dissappeard soon thereafter. They treated Arnie like he was their blood relative.
That wasn't all love and kisses either. There were chores on the farm he learned to do. There was a wide leather belt that reminded him he had obligations at school and home. And there was the arduous task of accompanying them to Church every Sunday morning.
Arnie missed them the day he climbed on the bus to join the Marines. He did indeed love them like the parents he never really had.
It was early but not as early as the 4:30 AM times he had to arise as a teenager growing up on the farm. Carl did the chores he once did now.
Although there weren't cows there anymore. Just chickens, Turkeys and Pigs. Somehow Carl managed to get the corn crops planted too. The stalks now waved in the gentle breezes of the morning.
Arnie walked out on the wooden porch. The house was in great shape. The paint seemed fresh, the roof didn't leak according to the last letter he got from his grandfather and the front yard which ran over 500 yards to the highway had cut grass.
He didn't know if Carl did all that work or hired others. Until he arrived on the farm, his Grandfather, Carl and hired hands from other farms managed.
But he took over the chores that other teenagers and men once did. He cut the acres of weeds, rode the mower over the front lawn, milked cows, collected eggs and helped with the planting and later reaping of the corn.
His grandfather had grown corn there for decades. The piles of corn were so high, he left some roadside for anyone to take. "Gotta take care of whoever needs it" he would say.
Arnie pushed some wood chips with his bare feet. He loved being barefoot. Years of summers without shoes and winters ignoring his shoes had toughened his feet.
Even in the barracks, he ignored the flip flops everyone else wore choosing instead to be the barefoot farmboy they nicknamed him. He stepped on the stones in the dirt back yard and loved the feeling as much as the thick grass of the yard that moved under and between his toes.
He had indeed become a farmboy since the age of 12.
Now he was taller, shoulders broader, his chest formed and his arms muscled from the work he did there.
He stretched feeling the muscle mass recover from the night of sleep. He had hung his uniform on a hanger and ignored the duffle bag of other clothing he had.
Arnie was naked. He loved being naked as much as being barefoot. He walked around the back yard to the sides of the house. He dared anyone driving by 1/4 of a mile away to see him that way.
The side of the house was special. Someone had built the house without windows on one side so the winter wind wouldn't seep through. It was there he had hid from the ever watching eyes of his Grandparents to smoke his first cigarette, smoke pot with friends and have his first sexual encounter.
They must have made an interesting pair, Gary from school and he gunting like rutting pigs as he felt the cock sliding in and out of his hips. Gary and he had been stoned. They often went there to masturbate. Gary made him promise before he sucked Arnie's cock once. And he lived up to the promise when Gary told him it was time to do so.
"You boys ok?" Carl had come to see where the noises were coming from. Later, Arnie begged the man not to tell his Grandfather or Grandmother. Their religious views on funny boys, as they called them, were intolerant to say the least.
"It's ok boy. We is what we is" Carl said "and if you ever want to feel what a man can do for you instead of a kid, you just let me know" he smiled "You got a cute butt I always said that".
It was then Arnie realized that the friendly older man's comments about his butt when he was younger weren't only being friendly.
He stumbled a bit as he walked to the stone covered walkway. He had walked the long drive to the highway to retreive the mail almost daily for years, then walked back to the house. Perhaps those stones toughened his skin.
Looking the other direction the clump of tool sheds, chicken houses and the unused barn were where they had been for years. He had helped hired hands repair and paint those buildings. His skills had enabled him to be recognized in the corps as an excellent would be engineer.
"We can send you to school, get a degree, be a better Marine and man. You just gotta reup" the Captain had said to him. Arnie could return to the Corps and do that or stay on the farm he had learned to love.
Still he would make a great deal of money by selling to one of the real estate developers. Houses or condominiums would be put where the acres of corn now grew, the house and other buildings now sat and the little house that Carl lived in down the driveway.
It was dark and long since his Grandparents fell asleep. The night was humid. Arnie was sweating. Usually when he had trouble staying asleep in the heat, his hand would encourage streams of cum to escape until he was do tired, his body collapsed.
That night was different. He crept down the creaking stairs and stood in the kitchen drinking water. It wasn't that he was thirsty so much as he wanted to see if his Grandfather had awakend and wouuld appear to see if an intruder was there.
That could happen since like most older people in the area, they left the doors unlocked and during the summer open. Anyone could enter through the screen doors.
Arnie returned to the foot of the stairs and heard the man still snoring upstairs. He moved away and opened the screen door slowly closing it just as carefully.
The stones made a noise under his barefeet. He moved to the shoulder so there would be no detectable sounds as he walked past the barn to the new house where Carl lived.
He had watched the shirtless man, his body glowing in the summer heat hammering the shingles on the roof.
"We can wait till the fall when it's easier" Arnie's Grandpa had suggested but Carl just nodded and said he wanted to do it now.
"Just loan me a helping and that boy of yours, we can get it done while the corn grows" he said.
"Take him, I'll do his chores so you get it done early in the day"
Arnie stayed there for weeks going back to the main house only for meals with Carl. He slept on the ground at first then the new wooden flooring they had installed. As the walls went up the place became the house promised Carl for years.
"You sleepin?" Carl had asked knowing Arnie's night time shuffle indicated otherwise.
"Just restless, I get this way sometimes" Arnie said as he lay on his back. He could feel his cock hard under the blanket he brought from his bedroom. His underwear would protect it from any nighttime orgasm he had. He thought about rubbing to make it happen after Carl went to sleep.
"If you wanna come over here, I can help you sleep. You ever been with that friend of yours again?" Carl asked.
For some reason Arnie didn't want to lie or avoid the question. "A few times" he admitted. It felt good to be able to talk about his secret to someone.
"Yea, thought so." Carl said "You ever been with a black boy?"
"No" Arnie answered. He had thought about Carl's comment that day when he discovered the two boys no the side of the house.
"Well when you're ready" Carl turned on his side. Arnie waited for the gentle snoring that would tell him the man was sleeping. He moved through the still open walls to where they went to piss. He stood there jacking himself through his boxer shorts feeling the night air across his bare skin.
The house looked good. Arnie saw it that night looming in front of him like a ignored dwelling. Somewhere inside Carl waited for him.
He thought about knocking but instead went inside. The snoring man lay on his bed, the door wide open.
Arnie's cock strained in his jeans. He unxipped the fly and pulled them off his youthful legs. Already shirtless before he was naked now.
"So you come to see me" the man's voice was above a whipser but not loud either.
Arnie moved closer. His cock pointed toward the man in the bed.
"It's ok honey come here" He moved across the bed offering the warm place for Arnie's body.
He lay and let himself be pulled into the even warmer embrace. It was more then temperature warm, it was comfortable as if he belonged there. The body pressed against his was different then that of his friend.
The hardness he could feel nesting between his buttocks was different too. It rested there as if it fit perfectly.
"Just relax, let me in" Carl said as he pet Arnie's chest pausing to gently play with the boys nipples.
Arnie gasped feeling the sensation immediately travel from his pink points throughout his body. The cock was pushing inside him.
He breathed deeply to help his body relax. It helped as the cock stretched his sphincter slowly, another new sensation. That first time Gary had literally stabbed into him sending him almost into shock.
Carl slowly moved inside in a way that told Arnie that this was better, a way to have sex he didn't know existed.
"Now boy, you're mine" Carl moved closer, his cock inched further and his pubic hair rubbing against Arnie's skin. They fucked for hours.
Arnie came twice himself but not at his own hand. Carl would fuck awhile then play with him till he hardened again.
"We gonna cum at the same time this time" Carl had promised and Arnie had already resigned his body to the man's control. The second time he exploded, Arnie ws sure he felt Carl's cock expand and do the same deep inside him.
"You boys are up early" His Grandfather said seeing Carl and Arnie walking toward the house. Arnie wore one of Carl's shirts. He didn't know if his Grandpa noticed. But he didn't say anything.
The following Sunday, Arnie begged to not go to Church saying he felt bad. "Must be puberty" he heard himself say too much. But his Grandparents let him stay home. That was the first time he could remember being able to do that. Even when he was truly not feeling well, they made him go. "God will make you feel better" his Grandmother said.
She was sweet and loving. It was her arms he felt after being belted by his Grandpa. "You got what was comin to you boy" she would say but comforted him anyway. When she died years ago, he stood at her grave in his dress blue uniform, beside his Grandfather.
The man was silent and sad. His tears appeared but he didn't make any other noises as he cried.
"You gonna go see Carl before you go back?" the man asked as they sat in the living room his last night.
"No I don't think so. I thought I'd spend the night here" Arnie didn't say "with you" but the man knew what he meant.
"Well maybe after I go to sleep. He's missed you" the man said.
Arnie wondered if the man knew more then he said. And indeed after he fell asleep that night, Arnie walked to Carl's house.
He went inside, stripped naked nd moved into the bed where Carl slept. As soon as he sighed the arms went around him and Arnie cried for his Grandmother. They didn't have sex.
The house was there. Arnie moved his naked body toward the house hoping Carl was there.
"Hey boy, You look good" Carl stood at the door. "I seen you coming" he smiled.
Arnie knelt and took Carl in his mouth. He wanted to say hello the way he fantasized about. Carl obliged him letting the boy swallow the first of several accumuilations of sperm he had to offer.
"Why don't you come to the main house?" Arnie suggested.
"Why don't you stay here" Carl said.
He had thirty days. Arnie had to decide many things. His Grandfather had left half of the land to Carl, so he would have someone to discuss it with.
There was his future to think of. Carl would understand that.
He moved his body backwards to feel more of the man's body against his. Reaching back, Arnie pulled one of Carl's arms across him. The man's snoring blew air across the back of his neck.
The cock that had been inside him was soft now pressed between the back of his butocks. Arnie could feel it.
It wasn't like the ones he had felt from an occasional buddy in the dark tents of the Corp desert camps. Nor was it the same as the horny men and boys he met in towns and cities for the past 4 years he had spent in the corps.
Carl's cock was comforting, warm and loving.
He wanted Carl to fuck him.
Arnie had thrity days.