Harvest What You Sow

Chapter 8

The month of July had its ups and downs. Jerry arrived back on the first day of July. When he got out of his car and he found us in the pool. Even though he looked exhausted he didn’t say a word, stripped, and jumped in with us. He didn’t comment if he noticed that Clark was naked. There was some small talk before he said, “Whoa, Clark, you’ve really got a great tan.” Clark smiled. Jerry continued, “Saw Randy this morning and he is ready to come home. My plan is to go into Farmington for the July 4th parade, check Randy out of the hospital and bring him home.”

I found it interesting that he used the word ‘home’ because the house seems more like our home than his home. Clark and I got out of the pool to start preparations for dinner. Jerry and Bart were talking seriously. I assumed it had to do with what to do with Bart’s parent’s farm if Mr. Jasper didn’t get better.

For dinner we set a large table up on the deck. After we were seated Jerry said, “Tomorrow, we’ll go look at the cattle. I’m pretty sure I have to sell them because you guys are going to be leaving.” I didn’t say anything because at the end of the summer I wasn’t sure what was going to happen since I had heard from my mother that my dad had gotten a new job for a lot more money in St. Louis. They were going to be moving right before my senior year. I couldn’t help but wonder what my sisters thought. I decided that after my sisters returned from Norway I would invite them to come down to the farm. Mother told me they wanted to see what I was doing.

Jerry complimented Clark and me for the condition of the house and yard. He loved the new fence around the barn. I reminded him that Randy should receive as much of his compliments as Clark and me. He said he would thank Randy. Then he said, “I’ll get my suitcase out of the car. Tell me your plans for when Randy comes home.” I explained what Clark and I had discussed. He seemed fine with it and said he would take his things downstairs. Without invitation Bart, still naked, followed him downstairs and didn’t they didn’t return for a half an hour. I suspected that they were mutually satisfying each other. Nothing was said except I noticed Bart’s bed was empty when I got up to pee early the morning. I suspect that my flushing the toilet was the signal for Bart to return to the bed where I found him at 7:30.

When I was on the deck having my cup of coffee Bart came out. “So you caught me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know Jerry and I had some man fun last night. It’s been years and gawd it was fun.”

“I thought Jerry was so tired.”

“He was but couldn’t resist the sex. I hope his voracious sexual appetite doesn’t become a problem in his new job. I don’t think the State of Missouri is ready for a homosexual director of security.”

“His secret is secure here. I hope his many friends understand that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I guess you know he’s the ultimate bottom for many men in this area. He has pool parties in the summer. Mr. Jasper attends.”

“Oh, my gawd, that’s dangerous for him. You sure about my father?” I nodded my head as he sipped his coffee. “Well, now I understand why Jerry was so anxious for me to fuck him.”

“I don’t judge. I wish everyday your son, Joel, hadn’t decided he likes Sarah more than me.”

“They were going hot and heavy before Joel left. We’ll see if that continues. She’ll be a sophomore, right?”

“No a junior, but have you heard my parents are moving to St. Louis.”

“Well, that’s interesting. I don’t think Joel knows that. He hasn’t said anything about that. We talk to him every week from New Haven.” He abruptly changed the subject, “I’m not expecting the outcome of Ray’s condition to allow him to return to their place. Whether he lives or dies I know mother, May, wants to live closer to us. We’ve been looking at retirement options around Cape Girardeau for them. I don’t want to bring up the option of selling their place which has been in our family since 1908. Jerry and I discussed options and one of them included you. We were wondering if we could hire you as the manager of both places for a while. Are you coming back to Cape to finish high school with your parents moving?”

“Nothing has been discussed with my parents. I only heard about the move last week. I have only three required courses to take to graduate. I could stay here and probably go to Arcadia High School. I’ll let you or Jerry know if my parents give me permission to stay here and finish high school. I could manage the farms. I have to take a course in farm accounting because I don’t know much about how the money works.

“I understand but when do you think you’re going to talk to your parents?”

“I have been waiting for my sisters to return from Europe which should be in a couple of weeks. The earliest I would leave is the end of August. Can I let you know in a couple of weeks?”

“That’s fine with me and I think Jerry can wait.”

I paused, “It’s fine when Randy and Clark are here but I don’t know if I want to be out here by myself.”

“I completely understand but you could rent out Jasper’s house or you could rent rooms at Jerry’s. With the pool you might think of a guest house with a clothing optional pool.”

I said, “A thought. Then I’d have company some of the time. Let me think about it.” That began four days of intense activity since Jerry felt the oats needed to be harvested so he called Willy who brought the combine on July 5. Randy was back and took either mine or Bart’s full time attention as he got settled. We secured a wheelchair which he was supposed to use for two weeks before standing. That didn’t happen because the week following the July 4th holiday Bart got a call from his wife. She told him Randy’s parents were coming to pick him up. Randy called them and protested. They assured him he could come back when he felt better. Clark and I were unhappy but not as unhappy as Randy was.

Bart returned to Cape on July 7th immediately after helping with the oat harvest. That meant Jerry, Clark and I had to bail the straw for horse bedding. It was absolutely stifling when we were bailing. Two weeks later Jerry announced that he had to take Clark back to St. Louis a week early because he had business in St. Louis with the president of the Missouri Assembly. It wasn’t even the end of July and Clark would be leaving. Clark joined us as a pudgy, naïve young guy. The work had toned his muscles and he had a lovely all-over tan. He had confidence he didn’t have when he arrived. I was going to left alone to look after forty head of cattle and two horses.

Before Jerry left I drove back to Cape Girardeau to see my sisters and talk to my parents. I explained my desire to finish high school near the farm so I could continue to work. They agreed as long as I cleaned out my room. My sisters were eager to visit the farm. Mother reluctantly agreed even though she was going to have to drive out to pick them up right before the move. I told mother of my plan to invite Joel out before school started. I knew he would be happy drive them back. If Sarah was going to be there I was almost sure he would come.

The next day the three of us were busy loading boxes ready for the movers. Neither Sarah nor Susan was happy about the move. Father informed them they were going to be attending Visitation Academy, an all-girl Catholic high school, which was only a couple of miles from their new home in Ladue. He stressed the school’s excellent reputation in sports which seemed to make things a little better. They complained to me but really couldn’t do anything but accept our parent’s decision. After we finished we loaded a few of my boxes in the back of my pickup plus the few clothes the girls were taking. I learned from Bart that Joel was due back August 14 so I called Joel and invited him to come out to the farm. He was initially cool to the idea until I told him Sarah and Susan were going to be there. He said he’d come on the 16th but could only stay through the weekend. He agreed to drive them back to Cape. That worked for everyone.

One afternoon before Clark and Jerry left I was rummaging around in the sheds at the Jasper’s farm and came across an aluminum canoe and paddles. The Jaspers had never mentioned the canoe. If I could get Joel away from Sarah I thought he and I could canoe on the Black River. I remembered the first time we canoed and thought he might agree.

When we got to the farm the girls were surprised how far it was from civilization. I insisted they bring books because I wasn’t quite sure what they would do other than swim and sun. From the beginning they were happy to take on the kitchen duties. The days were hot but the evenings were cooling. We drove to Farmington for groceries and shopped at several farm stands that were along the road coming back.

My sisters seemed to like being with me. I continued to swim as I always did in the afternoon. The first time they shed their clothes I saw two beautiful statuesque young bodies almost finished growing into lovely young women. They were intent on getting even all-over tans in front of their brother. Looking at them often awakened my dick which I apologized for. They laughed it off and would occasionally grab for it. I wondered what would happen when Joel arrived.

When Joel arrived he greeted me a brotherly hug which turned out the most intimate thing we did together. He grabbed Sarah and gave her a big juicy kiss. He did the same for Susan but not quite as intense as he did with Sarah. He complimented them incessantly about how beautiful they were and how he wished he could marry both of them. His constant chatter was extraordinarily annoying.

As I expected he invited both Sarah and Susan to share his bed. As an afterthought he invited me to participate. I chose to let them have their time with him since he wasn’t going to have them for very long. After he arrived the girls became more modest and rarely were totally naked as he and I were. I don’t think his dick ever went down. When I brought up the subject of the canoe trip he was initially cool. He finally agreed to go if we stayed out only one night. The girls encouraged him to go with me because I think they wanted privacy. He’d become an arrogant, braggadocios bore.

Saturday morning Joel and I loaded my pickup with the canoe and supplies for an overnight on the river. We drove to a canoe access near Bunker where we would put in. The Black River which flowed by the farm was low but passable. Our goal was to reach the River Bend Campground in Centerville. We knew we could camp at our farm if we were slowed by low water. The canoe outfitter would pick us up when we got to Lesterville and return us to my truck.

We started paddling with our shirts off. Joel said little except to tell me how great his sex had been with the girls. He mentioned how sad he was they were moving. I was sad, too, that I wasn’t going to see them often. The air was hot but the water was flowing swiftly. We encountered plenty of low hanging branches but we made good progress. We got to the Centerville campground before most of the canoes. We got a good location for our tent not far from the shower house. Our site had a picnic table and a fire ring.

Shortly after we were set up four Native American guys pitched their tents not far from where we were camped. They were tall and handsome which was unusual from my experience. I thought Indians were short and squatty.

While Joel was getting our fire started I went to their campsite and introduced myself. It turned out three of the guys were visiting their friend, Henry who lived nearby in Poplar Bluff where he was a teacher. He and his friends had gone to school together in Springfield but now they lived in Oklahoma. I invited them to come over after they ate their dinner. Henry, more than the others, seemed happy to meet someone close to his age who lived nearby.

They were drinking plenty of beer and getting louder and louder. Joel made a snide remark about Indians always getting drunk. His statement totally turned me off because I knew that the guys were just having fun. As it turned out only Henry ventured over to talk. We had our own beer and drank it sparingly. We offered one to Henry which he took and apologized for his friends. He stayed around for a while. Before he left I encouraged him to call me sometime when he thought he would like to have dinner in Poplar Bluff which was less than an hour from the farm.

Joel seemed preoccupied and seemed eager to get the trip completed. He had quite sunburn because he refused to put suntan lotion on. The outfitter arrived at ten and we drove with him back to my truck. When we got back to the farm we were anxious to get in the pool. Sarah and Susan watched but didn’t seem interested getting into the water. Joel was quiet as we ate our burgers and corn on the cob that the girls prepared.

The next morning after breakfast the three of them left for Cape. I drove to Arcadia High School in Ironton which was about thirty-five minutes from the farm. I had all my transcripts and a letter from my parents giving me permission to register at Arcadia High School. The process went smoothly.

On the first Saturday in October Randy drove from Rolla for a visit. He had gotten his driver’s license recently. I had closed the pool but it was warm to sit on the deck and enjoy the colors and aromas of early fall in Missouri. The oak tree’s burgundy leaves and the yellow elm leaves made a beautiful backdrop for the new fence and freshly painted barn. Randy walked with a slight limp but he said he felt the dislocation pain less each week. He had started his junior in high school but wasn’t going to be able to play his favorite sport - soccer.

As we sat sipping a beer he asked, “What are you going to do?” I told him I was going to live at the farm and finish high school in Ironton rather than return to Cape. I explained Bart’s idea of a men’s only retreat using the Jasper’s house and the basement of Jerry’s house. He thought it was a good idea but thought I would be alone so much of the time. I explained that I was meeting some new friends at the high school. I was happy looking after the livestock. I told him Jerry and Bart had decided to take the yearlings to market in a few weeks. The auction prices for the cattle were sufficient but not great. I told him I planned to buy a new horse trailer so I could board the horses if I wanted to get away.

Randy was quiet and didn’t show much emotion or ask for further details. He surprised me when he quietly said, “Are you up for some fun in the basement? I miss our intimate time together. Honestly, I came this weekend because I have been fantasizing having that big dick of yours in my ass.”

“I can accommodate. Let’s get to it.” Instead of the basement we went into my upstairs bedroom. I undressed him first and he did the same to me. He and I showered together. I remembered how warm and soft his skin was. When we were dried off I asked him which position would be most comfortable for him. He decided to try on his hands and knees but he said that position didn’t feel comfortable. He decided if he leaned over the side of the bed with his stomach on the mattress that would be the best position. Before I started I got down on my knees and began to play with his balls. His cock hadn’t forgotten how to grow. I stuck my stubbly cheeks into his ass and rubbed. He was giggling like a girl until I stuck my tongue into my target. He gasped as he felt the sensation of my slippery tongue in his most private place. He said, “Gawd, Sam, it’s been a long time. Keep going, I love what you’re doing.” I did as he asked even though I wasn’t feeling the kind of passion that I felt when he and I were together earlier in the summer. I was hard enough and worked first with my tongue then two fingers to get him ready. He squirmed as I intentionally rubbed his prostate. I pushed my dick slowly in until he reached for my sides and pulled me all the way in.

His moans were getting me close so I slowed wanting to time my climax with his. His verbal clues told me he was having a good time. I wished I was enjoying the sex as much as he was. I was ready but held off as long as I could. He didn’t cum so I let mine shoot into him. I wondered if Randy wanted to get off. I got my answer as he laid his back on the bed and asked me to suck him off. In a matter of two minutes he gave me a mouthful. He stayed overnight before returning to Rolla with the promise of driving as often as he could to visit me.

We had sex on Sunday morning and he seemed happy before he drove off. I tried to figure out why I didn’t get more excited. After he left I continued to puzzle at my neutral reaction to sex with Randy. The following evening I was dozing in front of the television after I finished my homework. The phone rang. I answered and it was Henry who I had met on the canoe trip. He repeated that he was a teacher and counselor at the junior high school in Poplar Bluff. He asked if I lived alone which I confirmed. He asked if I ever needed company to let him know because he was a short hour away. I felt he was inviting himself out.

I happily accepted his offer and he came out the following Friday afternoon. He said there was a teacher institute that he wasn’t required to attend. He pulled his Dodge pickup behind my pickup at the back of the house. I heard him walking and went out to meet him. Our meeting was awkward as we shook hands. I invited him to sit on the deck. I offered him a beer and had one myself. He explained that he got a job in Poplar Bluff after he completed college two years ago. He explained that he was hired because the school system had decided to add teachers of different ethnicities to the faculty because there were mixed and pure blood Indians in the district. He said he was happy to get the job because he was fearful of having to go to the Army. He had no interest in going to Southeast Asia to fight in a conflict he didn’t understand. He knew he would be exempt as a teacher.

When he said that I realized for the first time I might be vulnerable to be drafted. I put that thought out of my mind and asked if he had ridden horses before. He said he enjoyed riding so we saddled the horses and we followed a trail I had developed around Jerry’s and the Jasper’s two hundred and eighty acres. The weather was cool so we packed a thermos of hot coffee to drink with a snack I had packed. He followed me to my favorite spot in the trees above the river. We sat chatting and didn’t get back until late afternoon. I fired up the grill for hamburgers. After we ate I invited him to sit with me by the fire pit as the fire caused wonderful shadows across our faces. I was unsure what to suggest about sleeping. Henry solved my problem when he said, “Where are we going to sleep?”

“You are welcome to sleep with me I would enjoy a warm body next to me.”

“Let’s get to it. I want to shower.”

“Let’s do it together,” I said boldly. He smiled and followed me into my room. We both undressed. His had a handsome, sculpted caramel brown body. He untied his coal black long braids. His long, straight willowy hair dropped half way down his back. His uncut dick was short but stout. He came toward me and pushed the hair out of my face. I turned on shower to warm up. I stood looking longingly into his eyes. We gently washed each other. Henry’s skin felt like silk to my rough hands.

He climbed into my bed and pulled himself up against my backside and held me as if I was his life preserver and he had fallen overboard. His chubby, inflated dick lay in my crack. He didn’t seem to want anything else. I fell asleep and assumed he did, too.

When I woke in the morning I was alone. I wondered what happened and wandered into the kitchen. I found Henry naked like we slept making coffee and sporting a morning hard-on. “Good morning, did you sleep well?” He said smiling, “I am so happy. I’m so looking forward to another ride around the farm. When do we leave?”

“First, we will eat and then get dressed. Do you want me to turn on the furnace?”

“No, a little cool with encourage our dicks to calm down.” We laughed looking at each other’s situation. We didn’t eat breakfast and were satisfied with two cups of coffee each laced with sugar and milk. By nine we were dressed and walked to the barn to saddle the horses. Henry rode the bay and I rode Roddy, my part walking horse and part something else. I could count on the bay to walk not run.

We started our ride toward the river which was flowing but not very fast. We turned toward the Jasper’s large open field that was full of unharvested corn intentionally left for the animals. From a distance we could see deer eating but ever vigilant for wolves and coyotes. We rode the perimeter of the field before turning west along the tree line before turning toward the river again. As we rode we said little to each other both enjoying the quiet of the fall morning. At the river we dismounted and stood silently looking at the leaves floating down the lazy river.

He said, “Can you imagine what this land was like when only the Indian people went from place to place enjoying nature like this?” He seemed to be in a trance as he stripped off his clothes except for a breechcloth that I didn’t know he was wearing. He stood proudly before me and spoke, “My people, the Osage, came to this land two hundred years ago. The US Government made us move to Oklahoma to a reservation. My grandparents returned to Missouri about 1900 and settled near Branson. That’s where my dad was born. They had no money because of the depression but were always able to get by. My dad signed up to fight in the war. He was wounded in France but made it home. Unfortunately, he took to drinking and died when I was only seven and my sister was four.

“We moved up to Springfield and my mom worked at the hospital on the cleaning staff. I was smart but my sister was smarter. She got accepted to Kansas State on a full scholarship. I told you I went to Southwest Missouri State College.” I listened quietly because I felt he was telling himself his story rather than me. Unexpectedly, I placed my hand on his shoulder and he turned to me with tears in his eyes. “Man, you make me feel so good being with you.”

Without eating the snack I brought we rode back to the farm, dried the horses and returned to the house. Without a word he led me into my bedroom where we hadn’t made the bed. He slowly undressed me. I stood naked before him as he got rid of his clothes and his breechcloth. He stood in front of me and began to massage my butt cheeks as our dicks extended. He seemed reluctant to get close to my lips so I moved slightly forward inviting him to kiss me if he wanted to. He took the invitation and gave me a tentative kiss. I pulled his face toward me and he whispered, “Indians don’t kiss and I don’t understand why.” He lowered himself to my face for a long passionate kiss. Our lovemaking was slow, deliberate and wonderful in every way and the first of three times that day. By late afternoon our bodies had performed enough even though I felt our heads and hearts would go for more.

We talked for two hours about our dreams and hopes for the future. I hoped I finally had found a mate who no matter what I ended up doing with life he would be by my side.

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