4 comments/ 13761 views/ 9 favorites How You Want It Mr. Cable? By: timmywells A story about Jeff Cable, who was a young man growing up on a farm outside of Malone, New York back in the late 60's and early 70's, and how his curious nature educated him in many ways. *** It was just a blurb in the local paper hidden on the bottom of the obituaries page, and since the man who had passed away in Florida had retired many years ago with his wife after selling his little farm, it was doubtful that all that many people knew him. I did though. I knew Earl Barker very well and even though it had been over two decades since I had seen him and several Christmases had passed after my cards got returned stamped "not at this address", I still got choked up when I read of his death. Earl Barker, Easy Earl to those who knew him, was a rarity in our parts. He was a black man for one thing and owned his own farm, and although it was only a tiny patch of land compared to our family farm he worked it hard and provided for himself and his wife. Since Earl's land area was limited, he needed to supplement the income he got from his crops so at some point when I was too young to know about the real world he started to work for my father. Several hours a day when his own work at home was done he would come up and work with my Dad, and after I was done with school we would all work together. Black folks weren't all that popular in some of those parts but Earl and his wife seemed to be accepted, although I heard there were some in town that didn't think much of my father getting chummy with one of "them". As for me, I liked Earl just fine even though he was in his late 30's when I was 19 and we didn't have much in common at first, but he had a cassette player - a newfangled contraption at the time - and I got an education in Motown music as well as learning to take people as they were instead of what they looked like. Earl was very friendly with my entire family. Mom liked him as much as my father did, and my older sister Becka also was quite chummy. Exactly how chummy was something I learned one day when my parents had driven into town with the pick-up loaded with some early corn. I had been working with Earl way back in the field and this one afternoon Earl said he was taking a break for lunch and would be back after he checked on things at home. It was a muggy day and after working alone for a while I started to get thirsty. Having finished the water jug I decided to go up to the house and fill the jug and take a break myself. When I passed the barn I heard a noise, and since we had no animals since our horse died the year before I went over to check to see what was up. It wasn't like we had much to steal but when there's a noise where there shouldn't be one a nosy guy like me had to investigate. There was this part of the back wall where a couple of boards had warped to create an easy viewing spot, one that I had used when Becka used to bring this guy Steve Ford to make out. Steve in time became my big sister's fiancee so they didn't have to neck in the barn by then. As I got closer the noises got louder. The noises were grunts and gasps, and the first thing I saw was my sister's work uniform on a bale of hay, the drab beige thing they made her wear behind the lunch counter of the Woolworth's in a heap along with her panties and a padded bra she barely needed. I didn't see her face, just the dirty bottoms of her feet that were kicking in the air, and I didn't see the face of the guy who was standing up and fucking her like a wild man but I knew who it was and it sure wasn't Steve It was Earl, with shirt off and his jeans and boxers crumpled around his ankles, thrusting to and fro and grunting with each slam of his body into Becka's. His dark black skin was shiny, his lean yet muscular body glistening with sweat, and I could see so well I could tell his ass had dimples. I backtracked and hurried back to my work while trying to figure out what I had just seen. Becka was 20 at the time so she was no kid and could do what she wanted although she was going to get married, and Earl himself was married too. As that image of Earl humping my sister kept going through my mind the disgust I had briefly felt evaporated, so much so that I knew I couldn't go on working so I went further back in the field so I was sheltered by a tree and out of sight. I'm not ashamed to admit that I jerked off, which was my main form of entertainment since neighbors were scattered and girls were scarce. That was my excuse for not dating much when the subject came up, and while it was true to an extent, the real reason was that I wasn't sure about who the hell I was. You see, when I jacked off thinking about Earl screwing my sister, I was thinking about him. I wished that I could have gotten a better look because by then I had already gotten a little obsessed with Earl's cock and was dying to wonder what it looked like hard. I had seen it countless times already because there aren't any bathrooms out in the middle of a corn field, so you just went off to the side, whipped it out and let her rip. Unlike my modest self Earl made no effort to hide himself and I remember after seeing his cock for the first time I couldn't wait to tell my best friend. Adam was a guy I got jerked off by and returned the favor before we then got a little more familiar with each other as time went on until he enlisted in the Air Force, so when I told him about seeing Earl's cock and described the anaconda-like organ he acted like it was no big deal. He told me all black guys had huge cocks, but I knew differently because I had been in gym class with Ulysses Ashburn and except for the pigmentation his dick didn't look much different than mine, and trust me that's not big. Anyway I didn't argue but always made a point to casually glance Earl's way whenever he pissed just to make sure my eyes hadn't been playing tricks on me. "Poor Becka," I muttered before I came, the thought of my skinny sister getting impaled by what had to be over a foot and a half of Earl's big black cock both frightening and exciting me. The foot and a half was only my guess since my own three limp inches grew to six when hard, and my buddy Adam's had also doubled in length. Therefore, after computing under my guesstimate that Earl's long black snake was an easy 8 or 9 inches limp, his would double as well. It was my fantasy so I was allowed to take liberties, and while I had seen countless flaccid dicks in gym and at urinals the only stiff dick I had ever seen besides my own was Adam's, so I had little else to go on. I never said anything to anybody about what I saw although I guess I must have looked at Becka differently that night at the dinner table because she finally asked my what my problem was. "Nothing," I said, not wanting to tell her I was trying to figure out how she was still able to walk after that episode in the barn. I did sort of catch her another time when I happened to be coming out of the house one time - Mom and Dad having gone into town once again - and Becka was sneaking out of the barn while looking back out to the field where she thought I was. Becka almost fainted when she turned to see me there waving at her fifteen feet across the yard while she was straightening her Woolworth's uniform, and then she talked really loud while asking me a question she already knew the answer to, this being a warning I assumed to Earl telling him not to come out yet. "You seen Earl?" I asked with a straight face as my bad actress sister plead ignorance and thought it silly that I thought she would know. That was a few days before Becka's wedding, and I never saw anything fishy after that between the two of them, although since she was soon out of the house with her husband in their place she would have no reason to meet Earl in the barn anymore. I had no right to take the moral high ground regarding anybody's behavior because most of my time was spent jerking off while many times thinking about Earl's cock. Hell, I was jealous, although all I wanted to do was play with his dick or maybe try to suck it. The other stuff? I was ignorant of it and while I knew guys did that I thought it would be anatomically impossible in Earl's case. After my sister got married and moved out life soon went back to normal, until that fateful night in October. It was an unseasonably warm night and I couldn't sleep so I took a stroll outside in my underwear. My original plan was to take a leak and maybe jerk off, since doing it outside mean I didn't have to clean up afterwards, but I noticed that there was a light on in the barn. Why a lantern would be burning at 11 at night when everybody was sleeping was confusing, but maybe the old man was tinkering around like he did a lot in the barn after harvest time. Maybe he couldn't sleep either. I strolled over, although in my underwear I wasn't going to go into the barn to see what the old man was up to, and wandered into the back area where my peeking area was. Even before I got there I heard two voices. Maybe it wasn't Dad. Maybe it was Becka sneaking back here to relive old times with Earl. I wasn't adverse to watching that and it would make masturbating even better with a show to watch. What I saw was not what I expected, and if I had to list a dozen possibilities on who would be back there I suppose seeing Earl and my father back there would have to be on the list simply because there were so few other possibilities, but I would have never come up with what I saw. Easy Earl was with my father, standing in the middle of the barn in the dim light of the kerosene lantern, and they were passing a bottle of some whiskey back and forth between each other, taking swigs and talking. Nothing wrong with that, although Earl never struck me as the drinking type any more than my father was. They were both adults and could do what they wanted, so while it wasn't what I expected that wasn't what was unusual about this meeting in the barn. Earl was naked except for his boxer shorts and white socks with the rest of his clothes completely off, and as for my Dad? He didn't even have socks on. He was naked as the day he was born with his pajama bottoms thrown on a table in the corner. Clearly this was insane but I couldn't turn away. I had never seen my father naked before and I was struck by how similar we looked. At a little more than thirty years younger than Dad, I was a little more muscular and had a full head of hair, but except for Dad having some hair on his chest we looked much the same. The most obvious resemblance was below the waist, and when I looked at Dad's privates I suddenly realized that while Mom had often claimed I was just like my father in terms of having a sarcastic sense of humor, I saw that I had inherited something else from dear old Dad. His cock. Like me it seemed that my father was not very well endowed and as I watched Dad's skinny prong becoming erect and practically pointing at Earl it appeared that Dad didn't even have my almost 6", although he certainly wasn't ashamed of himself because he was making no effort to hide his dick. Why was he naked though? Drinking in a barn with his worker/friend, and why was Earl almost naked? What did this mean? Surely I did have an idea what it meant or what it had to mean. Marion Goodman was in the barn or on her way. Marion Goodman was one of the school lunch ladies and it was rumored that the spinster was the town slut who not only screwed all the guys in town but wasn't adverse to sampling students either. While I had heard the stories I had never seen any indications they were true and guessed maybe guys started the rumors because she was a little skimpy dishing out the little meatballs on spaghetti day. In any event Marion Goodman was not there and as it turned out, would not coming later either. There was nobody in the barn except Dad and Earl, and after Earl handed my father the bottle back and started to pull his boxers down, it hit me that I was about to get my wish. After sneaking peeks at Earl's cock hanging out of his fly, I was about to see him in all his glory like I had dreamed. The part of what was happening that hadn't been in my dream was my naked father being in the place I fantasized about. Despite all this drama going on, it didn't stop me from watching Earl kick his boxers off, and as his cock swung around with his movements I realized that he wasn't as big as I had envisioned. If anything he was bigger, and as my eyes followed the flaccid hose as if it was a metronome. Earl's cock was ugly and beautiful at the same time, resembling a snake that had a mouse or something in its mouth with the knob of the organ clearly visible under the long foreskin. Dad moved forward and then they embraced with my father reaching up to put his arms around Earl's upper back, while Earl's hand reached down and grabbed my father's ass and squeezed his buttocks while their cocks ground together. Even hard, Dad's dick paled next to Earl's limp cock in every way including pigmentation but the way my father was grinding and practically climbing on Earl made it clear that was no problem to either of them. Physically I thought that there wasn't all that much difference between my father and Earl, but while Earl was only a couple inches taller and a few pounds heavier, in his arms Dad looked like a boy. Earl was younger and more muscular in the upper body especially, and that was even more obvious when Earl raised her arms as my father leaned down to suck on Earl's nipples. "Ahhh!" Earl groaned as may father enthusiastically sucked on Earl's plump purplish nipples, first the right and then the left while Dad's thumbs stroked the curly black hairs that filled Earl's exposed armpits. My father even leaned over to kiss his underarms as Earl's coal black hands went onto his shoulders, my skinny little father going down to his knees willingly and reaching for the sleek ebony hose that was being waved in his face by Earl. "How you want it tonight Mr. Cable?" Earl cackled as my Dad used both hands to corral the slippery looking dick before bringing it to his lips. "You know how I like it Earl," Dad muttered just before he brought the end of Earl's uncut organ into his mouth, and Earl groaned as my father took in over half of the gigantic tool before letting his lips glide back to the tip. "Hard and fast, just the way I like it too," Earl declared as he rubbed Dad's nearly bald skull while he leaned forward again and this time his lips went down even farther, my father's nose inches away from the tight black curls above his pale stump-holding fist. "Gonna make you squeal tonight Mr. Cable," Earl promised. "Make me good and stiff so I can rip your little ass up. Damn, you suck cock better than my old lady. That's it. Pump that big black dick hard." I was leaning against the wall only partly because my knees were unsteady, and it was then that I entertained the idea that I might not really be awake. Maybe I was dreaming, although if I was I would have been the one in there instead of my father. My father sucking cock? Not only sucking cock but sucking it like he had done it all his life. My Dad loved Mom and I never thought that he would be in the barn with anybody but especially not with another man, and then there was that other man. Easy Earl. The idea that Earl Barker - a man I had known all my life was "that way" was almost as incomprehensible. "That way" was a funny term to use since I was becoming more and more sure that I was "that way" myself. Dad pulled back the foreskin and sucked the knob of Earl's cock hard before bobbing up and down on it. Now it seemed Earl was getting hard because it was easier for my father to handle. His employer's left hand was gripping the thick shaft and jerking it while my father sucked all he could, and it was then I looked down at Dad's right hand. Dad was jerking himself off, using the same thumb and index finger method I used while making slobbering noises that I could hear from my vantage point, his head being cradled my Earl's ebony hands as he guided his skull forward and backward. Part of me wanted to turn and run and maybe try and forget I had ever seen this but I knew I couldn't because I was hypnotized by what I was watching, and the proof of that was my underwear down around my knees as I pressed my face into the wood to see better. It was embarrassing in a way to see my father on his knees like that, so submissive when Earl was so dominant, but they were clearly having fun and playing roles that they likely had done many times before, judging by what I was watching. Earl's cock was now fully erect and I could see that my guesstimate of him having a foot and a half boner was thankfully way off. In fact, Earl's dick didn't seem that much bigger hard than it had been soft if at all, although there's no shame in that when you're starting out with what had to be 8 or 9" limp. Earl was chuckling as my father took his fist off of one cock - Earl's - although Dad's hand kept working on his own down below, and put that hand around onto Earl's ass. "Oh yeah Mr. Cable," Earl moaned as my father kept the tip of his cock in his mouth and then slowly moved his lips down the ebony monster, looking up at Earl as his mouth kept going and going and going. "Damn! You hungry for that dick tonight." Dad said nothing of course, but after his lips slid back down to the puckered tip of Earl's foreskin I could see that my father's saliva was coating more than half of that massive manhood. I had only experience one guy's dick in my mouth so I marveled at how Dad was like a sword-swallower, and then he proceeded to go down a little further as he kept sucking with this hands off method until Earl pulled him off and he helped Dad to his feet. "Getting low," Earl said after they broke apart and went over to reach up onto a dusty shelf while Dad went over to a couple of bales of hay and leaned over. Earl had this huge jar of Vaseline in his hand as he walked over to where my father was, and the sight of that ridiculously long organ swaying in front of him as he walked was sexy and funny at the same time. It was then that I realized that something very different was going to happen and I admit to being scared. Earl was lathering this jelly on his cock while Dad bent over the hay and spreading his legs, and I couldn't see as well because they had changed positions - with Dad and Earl facing me instead of me watching from the side. It was like a horror movie that you couldn't watch or turn away from. What I could see was Earl disappearing behind my father with his hand shining from the lubricant he had waxed his organ with, and as Earl reached down Dad let out a moan while rolling his head around. I wanted to see what was going on because this was something new to me but my view was restricted, but when Earl's arm moved around and my father's face raised up to the ceiling and let out a cry, I could guess that Earl's finger had company. "Oh yeah Mr. Cable," Earl chuckled as his arm looked like it was churning butter. "One of these days I'm going to get my whole hand in there. What you think of that?" My father groaned something inaudible as his beet-red face went from side to side, with the veins in his head and neck bulging. He looked like he needed help as he clutched the hay he was leaning on, but the look was not agony but ecstasy. "Tell me what you want boss," Earl was asking as he raised my father to an upright position briefly, with my father wiggling back into his fingers that seemed to be still inside of him. "Please," Dad whimpered as Earl's free hand reached around and grabbed my father's dick while the stray blade of hay fell off of his pubic hair. "Can't..." As Earl's thumb and index finger grabbed the reddened prong and pulled on it hard he warned my father not to cum, and after a couple more of what could only be called savage yanks Earl pushed my father back down over the hay. How You Want It Mr. Cable? "Spread them wide Mr. Cable," Earl said as he took his fingers out of Dad, still addressing my father like he always did despite the situation. "Give that ass of yours up to me." Then my father's body jerked up a little as Earl leaned into him. and Dad's mouth opened wide in a silent scream while his eyes rolled back in his head, with Earl's ensuing groan the loudest sound in the barn. Earl looked like the captain of a ship with my Dad's hips the wheel, slowly leaning first forward and backward while using his hands on my father's ass to brace himself. The strokes slowly became a little quicker and maybe deeper, with the two men's grunts and groans keeping in time. What did that feel like, I wondered as I used my free hand to reach back and pushed my index finger into my own anus? My finger felt nice but something as big as Earl's cock? Adam and I had never even discussed doing that but now I wished I had because my father was seeming to love it, as the mix of pleasure and pain in the face that was pointing almost right at me indicated. How could he do it - not cum - I recall wondering as I watched Earl standing back there humping my father with a resolute expression on his face and the sweat flying off his glistening ebony body. I had already cum once and was on my way to another orgasm as the semen drooled down the wood of the barn, yet he had seemed to be going for hours. Hours? Of course not, but in a testament to his endurance Earl was still thrusting away, faster and harder with every passing minute and he leaned on top of Dad and grunted into his ear. "Had enough Mr. Cable?" he asked, and after my father shook his head he chortled and added, "You never get enough do you?" I heard him say something about his back and it was then he raised up off of my father, and when I saw his cock still hard I realized this wasn't over just yet. Earl moved over to a rickety chair in the corner while re-lubricating himself, and I was surprised when that old thing didn't break when he sat down and waited for my old man. Dad got off the bales of hay and brushing the stuff off himself he went over to his friend and although he was walking gingerly he was moving with his rigid prong bobbing as he waddled over and turned away from Earl before straddling his legs and bending down. "Oh yeah - ease on down," Earl sighed as he held his cock upright while my father impaled himself on the black monolith. "You know I like it like this too." It was like a ventriloquist and his dummy only this wasn't Paul Winchell and Jerry Mahoney or Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop, it was Earl Barker and Paul Cable the elder, and it wasn't a hand through the back but a cock up an ass. Way up, and then my father was making like he was on a merry-go-round as he bounced up and down with his hands on his own thighs. "Gonna make me cum Mr. Cable!" Earl declared as my father did these brisk squat thrusts on him. "Bet you wanna cum too don't you?" Judging by the way my father's almost crimson dick was flying around, Earl's bet would have been a winning one as he put one hand on my father's hip to brace him while he reached around and grabbed Dad's dick, jerking him hard and fast like he was trying to pull it clean off. What came next was a blur, and not just because the sweat pouring down my face was burning my eyes either. Earl was groaning and Dad was harmonizing and seconds later my father was cumming all over the place. Ropes of semen were flying out of his little cannon in a series of volleys, spraying all over the place until my father fell back onto Earl in an exhausted heap. There the two sat, with Earl's arms wrapped around my father as that old chair somehow didn't fall apart under their weight until after a minute Dad slowly stood up on unsteady legs. It was over. Earl got up a few seconds later, his cock now back to being a elephant's trunk swaying after apparently filling his lover's bowels with his seed, and the two of them got some of their clothing on with the two of them leaving the barn with their arms around each other's shoulders. I stayed where I was for a few minutes, peeking around the corner to see Earl heading down the road to his farm while my father went into the house, and I stayed where I was while I saw the bathroom light go on inside the house. After it went off I went inside myself, but sleep came hard as I replayed what I saw over and over again in my mind, wondering how I could face my father in the morning. As it turned out Dad was already up and working by the time I got up, seemingly none the worse for wear, and was acting like nothing had kept him up to midnight. Earl too was bright-eyed and bushy tailed when he got to our place later in the day, and I figured out one thing right away. When you've seen somebody naked you can never get that image out of your mind, or at least that was the way it is for me, and that goes triple when you've seen them cum. One thing on that day after was that when Earl stepped back towards the trees to pee I joined him and I didn't hide myself like usual. I think Earl noticed this change in my behavior, although one thing hadn't changed was my roving eyes. I shivered when Earl peeled that coal-black foreskin back a little to go, exposing that black cherry head and wondering how in the world that thing could fit into a person's ass because it wasn't much smaller than a plum if at all. "You're not going to college this year either are you?" Earl asked as we peed, and when I said - no but maybe next year - like I had said last summer to the same question he said, "You ought too because you're smart and this here is a brutal way to make a living. Don't worry about leaving your father because you can still be here in the summer and I'll keep hanging around helping until he decides he's had enough of me." "He'll never do that. You two are a team," I replied, something that I was even more sure of after seeing them the night before. There was a bond there and maybe it wasn't love but it was definitely more than just friendship and no matter how brutal it may have appeared there was something between them much deeper than I had ever even suspected much less known. With this knowledge I kept my eye out towards the barn for any further after-dark meetings, and after seeing nothing the next couple nights I almost began to think that maybe that was just something that happened on the spur of the moment. Then the light went on in the barn again like last time and just like last time I went out to watch. Twice a week. That was about the frequency that Dad and Earl seemed meet and I was at the crack in the boards every time. I even spread the boards apart a little and worked on making another spot on the far side of the drafty barn a peep hole and while there was a little variety it was always the same. Dad would give Earl head and lavish all sorts of affection on him before Earl would take him anally. The only things Dad got in return were hugs and hand jobs, but if that bothered him he didn't show it, and since my sex life revolved around watching them I was fine with that. It was one night late in August that proved to be the most interesting of all, and it was a night that was oppressively humid. When I saw the barn light up I was almost tempted to not venture outside because while the rumble of thunder was faint coming from the Adirondack Mountains to the south of us, there was little doubt that a storm was in our immanent future. However, since it didn't seem to keep my father from going out to the barn to meet Earl, it wasn't going to stop me from at least going out for a peek before the rains came so out I went in my uniform of underwear and slippers. The half dozen times I had seen the two men they had pretty much repeated the usual performance with little variation, not that I minded all that much. I had pretty much learned that my father's role was that of the submissive guy, the one that does what Earl wanted him to do, and while I could see much of this was play, there was no doubt about who was running the show in there. I would have liked to have seen Earl show a little more affection towards my father instead of just jerking him off - roughly at that - and never giving my father what he received from him, but Dad didn't seem to mind. The night of the storm was no exception as my father was on his knees sucking Earl's cock when I got there, and as I watched his passionate worship of the huge organ I found myself wishing that Adam was around because I was dying to try and do some of the things my father could do. Then again maybe Adam had changed in the months he had been away. Maybe he wouldn't be interested in me any more. After all, it wasn't like we had the kind of relationship that Earl and my father had. Ours was more like getting together when Adam wasn't seeing a girl. So with the thunder getting a little louder and the sky lighting up in the southwest, I stood there stoking myself slowly, waiting for the right moment. Tonight though Earl had something else in mind because when he had enough of my father's oral affections he lifted him up and instead of bending him over the hay rearranged the bales and had him lay on his back. This had my father laying out with his head towards me and Earl directly facing me. Earl was scooping out Vaseline from a brand new jumbo jar and slathering the gel on his cock, and I realized that I was actually going to see him put that monster into my Dad's ass, or at least as well as I possibly could from my vantage point. A major difference from seeing their faces and the reactions they both gave while imagining the rest. It started sprinkling as Earl spread my old man's legs far apart, and the noise of the drops hitting hitting roof and the increasing thunder made what Earl was saying inaudible, his chatter usually adding a great deal to the show. I was getting wet, and while the rain felt good I wondered whether risking getting hit my lightning would be worth it, but then Earl moved up between those skinny pale thighs as my father pulled his balls up to join his dick that was pointing at me - always hard was Dad, something I definitely inherited. I couldn't see the actual insertion but I could see my father's legs shake in the air as Earl's shining tool began to disappear, and his howl was even audible over the thunder which sounded directly above the barn. Earl's cock appeared and disappeared and my father was jerking himself off as Earl began to go harder and faster. I knew I was going to cum before either of them and as I did I leaned closer to the wall. The loudest clap of thunder exploded as I was spraying the barn with my load, and I was squeezing out the last of it when a crack of lightning lit the farm up like it was a night game at Yankee Stadium. The sound made me jump and it also got Earl's attention because his eyes came up from his lover, and then our eyes met. I leaned back, almost falling over in shock as I tried to figure out whether Earl could have possibly seen me out here in the dark or whether it was my imagination that our eyes had met. Earl had seen me. He didn't say anything and just kept humping but I got the sickening feeling that he knew I was out there. I had probably been lit up good enough, looking like a drowned rat with my glowing eyes peering in at them. As proof that I was incorrigible, I stayed until the end although I stayed farther away from the wall, a classic case of locking the barn after the horse was gone. I got to watch my father ejaculate all over his stomach and soon after Earl pulled his cock out and held the stump. His cock jerked up and down once and then a thick rope of cum flew out all over Dad, and by the time the anaconda stopped spurting the old man was covered with their seed. It was then that I finally raced into the house and waited in my room for my father to come inside, not really sure whether Earl would tell my father that his son was a Pepping Tom or not. If he did, would Dad say anything to me? Jeff Cable Senior was a pretty mild-mannered guy but when provoked he had a temper. Would he come into the house, push open my door and kick my ass? He had the right to and I believe I would have taken it in silence, but he didn't for obvious reasons. My father came into the house about 10 minutes later and went into the bathroom. The shower went on and a few minutes later it went off, and after Dad was done in the bathroom I heard the footsteps down the hall and disappear into the bedroom with Mom. Nothing was said in the morning except for him noting that lightning hit a tree over on the west side of the field, and he mentioned that it was quite a storm but as usual Mom slept right through it. That silence about my peeping was about as good as I could have wished for, and as the morning went by I began to think that maybe I hadn't actually been seen. If I did dodge the bullet I vowed to myself that I would never look in the barn again, and when Earl showed up later in the morning he didn't say anything to me right away or give me a funny look. He didn't punch me either as we went out to cut up that split tree and get it out of the way, but after we were out of sight of my father my heart sank. *** "Hell of a storm last night," Earl noted as we reached the tree. "But you know that already don't you Junior?" "Uh - yeah," I mumbled while shrinking under his gaze. "None of my business because you live here and it's your place," Earl said. "Just curious. How long you been out there watching us?" "A few weeks," I replied, deciding that denying knowing what he was talking about would only make it worse. "I'm sorry. It was wrong for me to do that." "I don't need no apology. If anybody deserves one it's your Daddy." "Does he know I was out there?" "Hell no. No reason I should tell him, is there? What would that do besides hurt the man?" Earl replied. "You do deserve an explanation of sorts though." "No I don't." "Well, you're getting one anyway," Earl informed me. "You probably don't understand what you were watching and I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea. You see, we all have different needs. I do - and your Daddy does too." "I just didn't expect to see him - or you like that," I admitted. "I hope you don't think anything less of your father because of this," Earl responded, and after I shook my head he elaborated. "You see, I think the world of your father. I respect him about as much as I have any man. We go back a ways and he's always been good to me, and I think he feels kindly towards me too." "He does. We all do. You're like family, and that's why I feel creepy about looking at you two like that. I had no right." "You feel creepy about peeping at us or creepy about getting caught?" Earl asked. "Both," I said at first and then corrected myself. "No, actually I just hated getting caught. I like to watch. A lot." "You plan on saying anything to your mother?" Earl asked. "I mean, it's your right and all and I don't particularly care about myself. It's your Daddy I'm concerned about." "No, I would never say anything to anybody. I love them both too much to want to hurt them," I replied and then for some reason added, "I'm no snitch. I saw you back there before - not with Dad - and I never said anything." "You've seen me back there with someone else?" Earl asked with a piercing glare. "Yes sir," I confessed. "My my. Easy Earl ain't as slick as he thinks he is," he mused aloud. "I thank you for your silence at least. Well, I guess that means you got something on both of them." "What?" I mumbled. "Becka? It was her business what she did with you. Besides she would have kicked my ass if I told on her." "Oh, Becka," Earl said softly as he recovered from his momentary awkwardness. "Well, we ain't played since she got married. That husband of hers is going to have to eat his Wheaties to keep up with that gal. She was just sowing some wild oats so don't hold that against her." "I'm not holding anything against anybody and I won't be watching no more." "That's up to you. I didn't mind. Kinda liked the audience to be honest," Earl admitted. "Your fly-boy friend - does he do you in the ass?" "Adam?" I almost yelled. "No. Uh - how do you know about Adam?" "I didn't know until now," Earl laughed. "I suspected and so did your Daddy. "Oh shit!" I replied as my heart sank. "He don't mind that Junior. When we talked about he said he didn't care because you were a great kid," Earl explained. "He thinks that maybe you like guys and gals like he does, on account of you seeing that Carmichael girl in the spring." "I guess I do," I agreed although I refrained from admitting that I seemed to be liking guys more of late. "Me and Adam, we just get each other off with our hands and uh - mouths." "No harm in that." "I can't believe that you and my father like men and women though. That's amazing." "Well not quite," Earl corrected. "Your Daddy likes men and women but me, I love my wife and I like women and your father." "I don't understand. You seemed to like doing stuff with my father." "I like doing things TO your father," Earl explained. "I'm partial to getting my dick sucked my anybody and I'm crazy about anal sex. Don't matter to me whether the ass or mouth is male or female, but as far as doing things to another man? Could never do it. I give your Daddy hand because I love the man but he's different." "I saw that he never did the things to you that you did to him." "You can say that I'm a pitcher not a catcher. One time years ago I tried to suck on his pecker. Felt guilty about him not getting anything from me but I just couldn't get myself do it as much as I tried," Earl told me. "Mr. Cable - he understood and I don't think he really wanted me to do anything anyway. He likes what we do just fine." "Hard to see my Dad like that at first though," I admitted. "He's just so - I don't know - meek when he's with you back there." "Only in the barn," Earl corrected. "You see, the rest of the time in his life he's the man. He's the boss of the farm and he's the man of the house. All the pressure is on him. He fights with the bank, negotiates with the buyers in town and he lays down the law to you but in the barn it's like he gets to put the responsibilities and the worries aside. You understand? To me he's always the man except for our special times in the barn." "I think I understand." "All of this crap that goes along with life as a farmer wears on a man after a while. I know it does me and I only got a little place. That's why I admire him so much," Earl concluded. "The stuff I say to him in the barn and the things I make him do? That's just us having fun and it's the way we like it." "It's beautiful," I admitted. "I love the way you two are together. I never had anything like that and I'm jealous." "You'll find it some day, but don't waste your energy being jealous of me. I know there's some around here like that, but your Daddy would never touch you." "I didn't say I'm jealous of you," I corrected. "I'm jealous of my father." The awkward silence that followed that admission was deafening and lasted an eternity, with only me clearing my throat breaking the stillness. "I want to feel what my father feels. That look he has on his face is like nothing I've ever seen. It's joy and pain and pleasure and everything in-between," I finally said. "I've always looked up to you like the big brother I never had I guess. I've never felt anything like that - just giving myself completely to somebody like Dad does with you." "You're a virgin?" "In just about every way," I confessed. "Have to admit that I have a weakness for them," Easy Earl mused as I shuffled my feet nervously. "Ain't broken in a young buck in years. What are you trying to say?" How You Want It Mr. Cable? "I want to meet you out in the barn some night," I finally admitted out loud. "Don't know if I can do that Junior. Your Daddy and me, we're really tight." "I'll never tell. You know that. I don't really know how to do anything but I've seen my Dad and what he does to you - I want to do everything he does." "Let me think about this," Earl said before we started taking care of the downed tree. "Fine," I replied, and Earl did just that for the rest of the day. "Tomorrow night Junior," Easy Earl said before he went home after work. "10:30." "Yes sir," I responded, and then I had to endure the longest 28 hours of my life until my time in the barn would come. *** I had been in the barn for almost an hour, pacing around like a caged animal waiting for 10:30 to come, and I have to admit that the idea of just running inside and forgetting the whole thing did cross my mind a couple of times. I stayed though and right on time Earl arrived, the creaking of the door opening sending a shiver down my spine even though it was warm in the smelly barn. Seeing Earl enter the barn from this angle was very different, and even though he was only a little taller and heavier than me he seemed much larger now. The shadow he cast as he passed the dim kerosene lamp looked even larger. "I'm not sure what you're looking for Junior," Earl said as we met near the bales of hay. "So I guess I'll just let you take this where you want it to go." "Nervous," I admitted as I pulled my boxers - the only thing I was wearing - down and kicked them off, exposing myself and all of my perceived shortcomings to Earl. "Me too believe it or not," Earl told me, although he didn't look it as he surveyed my intimidated looking equipment without comment. "Let me get that," I told Earl as he started to unbutton his work shirt, and he let me unbutton it although with my shaking hands he could have done it much faster. I reached the end of the row and pulled it off his broad shoulders, and while I had seen his rather muscular torso many times over the years this was different. I let my hands rub the little nest of black curls in the middle of his chest before letting them slide over to his plump purplish nipples, and after rubbing the buds for a second and leaned down to suck on them. "Oh yeah - that's sweet Junior," he sighed as I nibbled on the nipples like Dad always did, and when Earl put his hand on my head and ran his fingers through my hair my eyes went over to the thick thatch under his arm. Like I had done hours before Earl had obviously taken a shower after work so the scent that came from his upraised arm was only a little musky, and when I let my thumb slide over to rub the coarse hairs the feel was much different than my own. "You have been paying attention Junior," Earl complimented me when after stroking his armpits I summoned up the courage to lean down and kiss the prickly tuft, and when I felt Earl's other hand keep my face where it was I didn't resist. "That's it Junior," Earl sighed as I let my tongue slide up and down as Earl moved my face for me and made a muscle, and he let out a throaty chuckle when he felt my no-longer-nervous dick poking him on the hip. When I first saw my father do this I recoiled in shock but now I understood what it was all about. It was an erotic thing to do but also a symbol of utter submission, an mutual acknowledgement that I was his for the taking. "You know what I want now," Earl muttered as his hand went to my shoulders, easing me down to the dirt floor. I did indeed, and as Earl stood there waiting I battled his belt and then the button on his jeans before managing to get them down, and after helping him off with them I was face to face with Earl's faded boxer shorts. While the boxer shorts were baggy there was no hiding the outline of what was beneath them, and because I was scared I decided to not yank them down but bought time by letting my hand run up and down the bulge that snaked down perilously close to the end of the boxer's leg. This was nothing at all like being with Adam and cluelessly fumbling around with each other. Earl was a man, not that Adam wasn't, but he was something like a combination of a father/brother figure to me and there I was rubbing his cock through the cotton. "For somebody that says he don't know much you're doing all right," Earl remarked as he ran his hand through my hair while I tried to get up the nerve to take down his briefs. "You like to tease but you're going to pay for that teasing in the end." I knew that. It was why I was on my knees practically grovelling at Earl's feet to begin with but I wanted this moment to last forever so when I finally brought my hands up to the elastic and began to ease his underwear down I did it slowly. "Son of a bitch," I mumbled to myself when after I had revealed the field of curly hairs the base of his cock came into view, so thick at the stump that looking at it made a chill go down my spine. Down... down... down... came the underwear as I saw in detail what I had only marveled at from a distance. Two fat veins on the topside of the dusky organ branched out until they disappeared just as the ridge of Earl's glans came into view, clearly visible through the shroud, and then his entire manhood was exposed. It was beautiful, every magnificent inch of that monstrous uncut member from the base to the puckered tip of the long foreskin was a work of art, and as I took the boxers off Earl's feet it was inches away from my face. Touching Earl's cock was another revelation because it was almost gelatinous and lifting it was like trying to wrangle an 9" tube of jello, enough of a challenge that I decided both hands were needed. Hoisting it up to my face I kissed the tip after my handling exposed the more pale head from beneath the shroud, and then I opened my mouth and took in the plump knob. It was fat but not unmanageable, and I let my lips move up and down it while looking up at Earl for approval. "You like that dick don't you Junior?" Earl asked. "Even bigger close up," I gasped breathlessly after taking it out of my mouth for a moment. "He's got a couple friends down under there that need some loving too," Earl informed me as he took his cock from me and pulled it upright, exposing a pair of balls in a furry wrinkled sac, meaty enough but not nearly as intimidating in size as his member. "Suck them nuts for me Junior." His balls were a perfect fit in my mouth, allowing me to suck those kinky orbs while Earl plopped his cock on top of my head, and unlike when he did that to Dad's shiny dome he could rub my scalp around his cock as I lapped and chewed away until he let me know he had enough. I leaned back a little and took back control of his cock, keeping it pointing up towards Earl's face as I licked the underside of his cock which looked nothing like the topside did. Unlike the comparatively sleek other side of Earl's tool, the undercarriage was a maze of veins and taut skin that resembled the roots of a tree rising from his body, the sight both repulsive in a way and erotic as my tongue went up and down the length of him. The length - I could feel the result of my oral worship in my grasp as the rubbery organ was becoming more solid with every lick I gave it - but it wasn't getting much bigger if at all, and that was fine by me because this was quite enough to handle. "That's it - suck that big black cock," Earl was snarling like he did when he would tell my father that very same thing, and I tried to get my mouth down as far as he had. I wasn't succeeding but it wasn't for lack of effort as I slobbered over his now stiff cock, and I learned that I was able to hold the shaft with one hand while I sucked, leaving my other hand free to fondle his musky balls. "You are one nasty boy," Earl cackled as my lips flew up and down almost half of him. "You sure you want it like your Daddy gets it?" I did and told him so, and with that he went over to the hiding place and retrieved the jar of petroleum jelly. I watched him coming back over to me with that flagpole of a penis swaying out in front of him while he unscrewed the cap. "You want to do the honors?" he offered and I eagerly accepted, scooping out a lump from the large jar and rubbing on his pulsating manhood, and as my boner waved near his I tentatively leaned forward so our cocks touched. I wasn't sure what his reaction would be to that but when he just smiled I rubbed my dick against his, and when he didn't complain I laid my cock right on top of his and lubed them both together as best as I could. It was the greatest feeling I had experienced up to then, not so much the jelly but feeling my cock against his. Earl wasn't twice as big as I was, much to my surprise because that would have been my guess. He was more like half again as big in both thickness and length, with the pink tip of my dick about three inches away from his curls. "You like that don't you Junior?" Earl asked as he watched what I was doing. "Oh yeah - I know you don't..." "It's alright son, have your fun," Earl allowed, and even brought his hand down to help me clench them together for a few seconds, our stiff slippery dicks rubbing together in a loving dance, luckily letting go just before I came. "Assume the position Junior," Earl announced as he set the jar down and turned me around to face the bale of hay. Being a little taller than my father I didn't have to lean down as much but Earl moved me down the way he wanted and forced my legs apart just before I felt a slick finger push into my anus. "Oh geez!" I cried out as Earl's digit when into a place only my own finger had visited before, and he pushed that finger in all the way and nearly sent me over the bale of hay as I lost my balance. "Damn, you must really be a virgin - that's a tight asshole you got there Junior," Earl declared as he spun the finger deep into me. "This is going to be fun." I don't recall what I said because as he worked that slick index finger in and out I was wondering how in the world I was going to be able to take his cock which was a lot bigger than his finger. "Last chance to bail out on me Junior," Earl announced just before he forced another finger into me, and after I muttered something about not being scared I felt my sphincter being stretched out my the addition of Ear's middle finger into my orifice. "AWWW!" I cried out before pushing my mouth into the hay to stifle my sobbing as Earl's fingers tested my limits. "Gonna tear your boy pussy up for you," Earl muttered. Make a man out of you tonight. Give it to me." I don't know if I was giving or he was taking - maybe both - but as the fingers came out and something fatter but much softer squeezed into me I wasn't sure whether what I felt was pleasure or pain. What I was sure of that as Earl's cock slid slowly into my bowels I came, my cock crushed between myself and the rough hay and those bales were all that was holding me up as Earl began stroking in and out with a gentle rhythm. "How you like me now Junior?" Earl hissed into my ear as he lifted my head up by my hair. "How's my cock feel in your tight ass?" "Love it," I grunted, and Earl cackled in response while going into second gear. "That's good because I don't cum fast - but you know that don't you?" I did and I was loving it. I was like a rag doll in his hands as he held my hips and thrust in and out hard and fast. Earl lifted my right thigh and started rooting up into me, getting even deeper into me as the sound of him grunting and our flesh slapping together filled the barn. Over to the rickety chair I was soon taken, staggering as I was put on Earl's lap like a kid visiting Santa Claus, only instead of a Red Ryder BB gun I was presented with a stiff re-lubricated cock after straddling him. My knees were wobbly as I tried my best to go up and down on Earl's tool and got a second wind when I looked down and saw Earl's fingers grab my limp dick. "Don't you like it?" Earl asked as he yanked on my flaccid tube. "Yes - came already - please don't stop," I begged, and Earl thought that was funny but did what I asked, stretching my dick out as far as he could and not being gentle about it. I wanted to cum again - just like that - but my knees were giving out and Earl quickly realized it so even though I was almost hard again he got me up and hurried me back over to the hay and bent me over. It was over soon after as Earl mounted me again because after a few quick thrusts I heard him moan like I often had before. Then I felt him jerk inside of me as a soothing warmth filled my savaged bowels, and then it was over. Earl laid on top of me briefly, his sweaty body pressed against mine as I felt his weapon slowly slither out of me, and then he was pulling me upright. "Let me get rid of that for you Junior," I heard Earl say as he looked down over my shoulder and saw my crimson prong pointing at the wall. Earl had his right hand on my dick while his left arm was crooked around my neck, holding me up and actually cutting off my breathing for a time as his thumb and forefinger pulled my boner hard. All it took was a glance down at those black digits yanking my pink dick and I was cumming. Despite having cum a few minutes earlier this orgasm was even more intense as I kept cumming and cumming, and it wasn't my imagination either because as my pecker sprayed wildly around Earl was chortling that throaty laugh in my ear. Finally I stopped cumming, and after Earl milked the last out of me my dick was really hurting, but it had felt so good at that point I didn't care whether that was the last time I would ever cum or not. It would not be of course, but I was done for the night. Earl got dressed and as I watched his monster flop around until the boxers hid it it was hard to believe that it had actually fit into me although my butt would tell me otherwise for a couple of days afterward. He gave me a hug before he left, and when he asked me if I liked it I assured him that I did. "Same here Junior," Earl replied. "Now when your serviceman comes home on leave maybe you can service him too." *** Epilogue... I did, and although Adam was surprised at both my aggression and for what I wanted him to do he was all for it. I also learned that after he graciously allowed me to be on the giving end one time, I was more a catcher than a pitcher as Earl would have put it. I went to college soon after all this happened, just like I wanted and like my Dad and Earl had encouraged, and before I left Earl gave me a going away present which I took gratefully. I had wanted him to take me while I was facing him on my back and it was every bit as great as it had looked. At some point in my absence my father and Earl had a falling out of sorts for a brief period of time, and while I was never actually told what happened to cause this rift I was able to piece together my own theory over time. I originally thought that perhaps my father had seen Earl and yours truly in the barn and had gotten mad at his longtime friend, and that would have bothered me but as it turned out it was something else. You see, if you recall back when my spying on Dad and Earl was discovered by Mr. Barker and I had admitted it, I mentioned that I was discrete because I had seen him having sex with my sister Becka. He had seemed confused at first when I mentioned that, because in the beginning he didn't think I was talking about him and my sister fucking in the barn. He thought I was talking about my Mom and him. I'm pretty sure that my Mom had sex with Earl in the barn at some point, and that's why Earl said something about me have something on both of my folks, and the irony of Easy Earl Barker possibly having had sex with all four members of the Cable family was not lost on me. There was no proof but there were vague things that were said by everybody that led me to think something was up, and one time I caught my mother mouthing something to Earl out in the yard. When she saw me watching her she got all twitchy and nervous, which wasn't Mom at all. I suspect Dad learned of my mother's infidelity in my absence and while I supposed he had the right to upset, it wasn't like he had a high moral ground to stand on himself. After all, he was cheating too. I told Earl of my scenario when I came home on spring break, and his answer was that I must have sex on the brain, and all he did was raise his eyebrow when I asked how in the world he could take care of his own farm, work on ours, service Mom and Dad and the Cable kids and still keep his wife satisfied. "None of what I do is work Junior. If you do things you enjoy you never work a day in your life, and let's just say that's why I have the energy," Earl told me while adding, "Besides, if you're worrying about my wife. let's just say Emma is not only understanding but has interests of her own that I don't question." "Your wife - with my father?" I asked incredulously, and when he shook his head I asked, "My mother?" "You ask way too many questions Junior," Earl said in dismissing my suggestion with a throaty laugh, but that didn't stop me from asking whether the four of them were all sleeping together in the same bed, a question that he did not answer. All of the "proof" I needed came after everybody was all friendly again. I came home a couple days earlier than I was expected after my sophomore year of college, and when I got home the car wasn't in the driveway and the house was dark. After sitting around for a while I decided to go into town and maybe have a beer and see what was happening. When I drove down the road I saw our car parked in the Barker's driveway back by the barn right behind Earl Barker's old Dodge Dart. My parents weren't the visiting type but I supposed that if they would call on anybody it would be Earl and Emma. It was tempted to stop in and say hello to everybody but something stopped me, that reason being that the lights were all off in the little house, except for a dim light in the back of the place, and while I had only been at the Barker's house a few times I think that room with the light was the bedroom. I killed the car's lights and crept up to the window, and while I couldn't see anything I could hear the sound of Smokey Robinson and the Miracles. My imagination filled in the rest. After hitting a bar in town and having a brew I went home, and not long after I got there Mom and Dad came home, clearly shocked at seeing me there. They were happy to see me of course, and when I mentioned that I had been surprised when they weren't home - glad that they were actually getting out of the place and doing things for once - Mom explained where they were. "Bingo," Mom said. "I manage to talk your father into going every once in a while. We went with the Earl and Emma." "Great," I said, noticing that Mom had a hickey on her neck and locked rumpled but saying nothing else until the next day when I caught Earl when he showed up for work. "Win any money last night?" I asked him, and he clearly didn't have a clue what I was talking about. "Bingo," I explained. "Mom said all you guys went to the fire house and played." "Ah! I didn't want to admit going to that," Earl replied. "That's stuff for women. Emma and your mother - they like to play. Me and your Dad usually just watch. What you smiling about? Guess you haven't changed Junior. Always thinking with that little head. Let's get to work." Maybe it was mostly just Earl having fun at the expense of a sex crazed guy like me, but it gave me plenty of things to fantasize about over the years, and the fact that I was only surprised and not offended says a lot about me for better or worse. *** How You Want It Mr. Cable? Thank you for reading.