In l957 I lived in Southern Illinois and worked as an Army Sergeant in the St. Louis area. Life was good to me. I had many good friends, an exciting job, and I lived on a small farm that was rent free to me as long as I took care of the owner’s farm, house, horse (an old nag), dog and so on. It only had two rooms (a kitchen-living room and a bedroom with bath), but it also had a large wrap around porch where I would sleep during the hot summer nights. After I had cleaned the old house and yard up, it did not look bad. It was home to me during the time I was stationed there.

One winter night, as I pulled into my driveway, I could hear the phone ringing off the hook! I ran into the house to answer and was surprised to find that a cute stud wanted to visit me for a weekend. He and I had been able to make out several times before when he was in the Army and we were stationed at the same post. He was now out of the Army and a student in some college and had a few days off. I told him I would love to have him visit me at the farm. Then he said that he had told his buddy about me and the buddy wanted to come also. Hey, why not, the more the merrier!

Well, I was 28 then, a slim, but muscular guy, with lots of wavy red hair and freckles. I really did look like and act like a farm boy, which I was. Each morning I would feed the animals that I was suppose to take care of. After my farm chores were finished, I would hit the shower, cook my breakfast, and then drive toward the city and my work place. Each evening I had to return to the farm since there were animals that needed my care. So this kept me from running around too much. I even had a pair of "overalls", a straw hat and of course a plaid shirt to wear. Yep, I was a farmer and loved every bit of it.

I traded in my old car for a used Ford pick up truck, so I could play the part of being a farmer. As I drove to and from work, about a 40-minute drive each way, I always kept a keen eye open for any hitchhiker. Any cute and butch hitchhiker was always welcome into my truck, but that is another story or two.

Since I was in the Army, I had to act the part of a straight soldier. I would hit the Sergeant's Club with a date and show her off to my Army buddies and they were impressed with some of the gals I was able to date. What they did not know was, I was a very good cocksucker and had satisfied many of the sexiest men, gay or straight, you had ever seen. I was able to have sex with the cream of the crop and I loved it!

The young stud that wanted to visit me was outstanding. He was a small guy and very willing to do what ever I asked of him. He assured me that his buddy was a very good-looking guy and I would like him. So I prepared to have two visitors. It was very cold the day they were to arrive. I fixed a farm dinner