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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,106
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 10-16. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinc
Chapter 25
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 25
That was proven the following Tuesday in the lunchroom of Oakville Elementary School. Freddie knew Benny was holding back on him, but as much as he grilled his friend, he couldn't get him to unzip his lips. "C'mon, what is it? Did you start to cum? Did your mom see you and your dad fucking? Did you get a puppy?" Benny just grinned and said nothing. He knew his father was at the range with the other men. Phil had put a sign on his door, "Closed until 2, for inventory." Wallace closed the butcher shop. Jason simply let his crew go on without him.
They met in the morning at the range, bringing along their bows. There was no suspicion in four club members getting together for a round. But they were looking at the place with new eyes.
"Shit, this building is in worse shape than I thought," Philip said as they walked into the clubhouse.
Jason nodded. "You can tell they've been putting off maintenance for years."
"We'll have to build a big wooden fence. You can see this building from the road. We don't want any nosy passers by seeing what we might be doing."
They walked around the grounds. There was a field for target practice and a few trails that led to other targets. Frank said, "I took a look at the map down at town office. The property goes a lot further back. There's 84 acres more or less. There's a pond at the back end."
"No shit, let's take a look." They located the stream and followed its bank back to the pond. "Look, there's another building. Hey, we could use that for our meetings. No one would see us way back here."
"Or hear us. Who owns the abutting property, Frank?"
"Look, see those wires up over the trees? The electric company has a wide swath for their high tension lines. Beyond that, it's just woods. You're right, this is nice and private."
"Yeah," said Jason, "but this old mill, that's what it once was, is in worse shape than the clubhouse. A fuckin lot worse. You say they own the land beyond the pond?"
"Right up to the electric land."
"Then I say we build new. Like over there. We can build it just the way we want and it could cost less than trying to refit some old structure. We could style it like an Algonquin longhouse, but with all the creature comforts, plumbing, heating, lighting." They could tell Jason was starting to work out an estimate.
"Don't forget the cost of paving. It'll cost a small fortune to build a road from the entrance way back here."
"Nope, Wallace, no road. We build a fuckin road and we lose our privacy again. Anybody could drive back here and see what we got."
"But you need a road to get your equipment in here."
"Look, I've had clients who had me build them hunting cabins on mountain tops. I built one on an island in the middle of a fuckin lake, and another that you couldn't reach except by seaplane. People like their retreats remote. I can get my stuff back here. I'll bring a dozer in through the electric land. Once we lay the foundation, the rest can be done with minimal equipment. But we'll have a lot of work to do."
"Then your crew wouldn't mind?"
"No, Phil, I can't use my crew. The fewer people who know about this, the better. No, when I said we, I meant you guys and the boys too. We're going to build it ourselves."
"Shit, Jason, I'm getting excited." Frank was imagining working alongside his son. Benny was now thirteen and Freddie twelve. Both had started to produce cum, and like Guido, were just as happy to give a fuck as take one.
"It'll be fuckin great training for the lads. Learning to work with their hands." Philip recalled his nonno's words about pride in handwork.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 25
That was proven the following Tuesday in the lunchroom of Oakville Elementary School. Freddie knew Benny was holding back on him, but as much as he grilled his friend, he couldn't get him to unzip his lips. "C'mon, what is it? Did you start to cum? Did your mom see you and your dad fucking? Did you get a puppy?" Benny just grinned and said nothing. He knew his father was at the range with the other men. Phil had put a sign on his door, "Closed until 2, for inventory." Wallace closed the butcher shop. Jason simply let his crew go on without him.
They met in the morning at the range, bringing along their bows. There was no suspicion in four club members getting together for a round. But they were looking at the place with new eyes.
"Shit, this building is in worse shape than I thought," Philip said as they walked into the clubhouse.
Jason nodded. "You can tell they've been putting off maintenance for years."
"We'll have to build a big wooden fence. You can see this building from the road. We don't want any nosy passers by seeing what we might be doing."
They walked around the grounds. There was a field for target practice and a few trails that led to other targets. Frank said, "I took a look at the map down at town office. The property goes a lot further back. There's 84 acres more or less. There's a pond at the back end."
"No shit, let's take a look." They located the stream and followed its bank back to the pond. "Look, there's another building. Hey, we could use that for our meetings. No one would see us way back here."
"Or hear us. Who owns the abutting property, Frank?"
"Look, see those wires up over the trees? The electric company has a wide swath for their high tension lines. Beyond that, it's just woods. You're right, this is nice and private."
"Yeah," said Jason, "but this old mill, that's what it once was, is in worse shape than the clubhouse. A fuckin lot worse. You say they own the land beyond the pond?"
"Right up to the electric land."
"Then I say we build new. Like over there. We can build it just the way we want and it could cost less than trying to refit some old structure. We could style it like an Algonquin longhouse, but with all the creature comforts, plumbing, heating, lighting." They could tell Jason was starting to work out an estimate.
"Don't forget the cost of paving. It'll cost a small fortune to build a road from the entrance way back here."
"Nope, Wallace, no road. We build a fuckin road and we lose our privacy again. Anybody could drive back here and see what we got."
"But you need a road to get your equipment in here."
"Look, I've had clients who had me build them hunting cabins on mountain tops. I built one on an island in the middle of a fuckin lake, and another that you couldn't reach except by seaplane. People like their retreats remote. I can get my stuff back here. I'll bring a dozer in through the electric land. Once we lay the foundation, the rest can be done with minimal equipment. But we'll have a lot of work to do."
"Then your crew wouldn't mind?"
"No, Phil, I can't use my crew. The fewer people who know about this, the better. No, when I said we, I meant you guys and the boys too. We're going to build it ourselves."
"Shit, Jason, I'm getting excited." Frank was imagining working alongside his son. Benny was now thirteen and Freddie twelve. Both had started to produce cum, and like Guido, were just as happy to give a fuck as take one.
"It'll be fuckin great training for the lads. Learning to work with their hands." Philip recalled his nonno's words about pride in handwork.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.