Innocence Lost Paradise Found

Andre and Finn develop a relationship

This story is set in rural Massachusetts near the end of the Age of American Innocence. I would be very helpful if you at least skimmed the first for character development and a feel for the "times', but not necessary. It really is hard to imagine that gay sex has moved so quickly to where it is today. The notion of a prostate as a sexual organ was known to very few only a few years ago. And almost no families (particularly Catholic and Fundamental Christian families) talked about any aspect of sex at all. All characters engaging in sexual activity are over 18. The story has an underlying basis in fact: a great uncle confided much of this to me—many years later after he had emerged from the closet—he was Andre. BD

Curiously, although he'd had no regrets after the first time that he and Finn had jerked together or the second time when Finn lain with him and had blown him, Andre was rolling ideas over inside as he spent the next day harvesting one entire field of corn. What was he getting into? Perhaps for the first time in his life, his actions were being dictated by his own desires. He deep down knew he had been taught that it was wrong. But it had felt so right. He couldn't take his mind from thoughts of Finn. He was a beautiful example of male humanity. He loved the power he felt when he had Finn's cock in his hand—and what he could make it do. And the feeling of having his rock hard cock in someone's mouth, was indescribably wonderful. And no one got hurt. Au contraire!

He had time to think, although he was engaged in backbreaking labor. The mechanical harvester which they used on a shared basis with another farm was a big improvement on the horse drawn sleds. But it did require a good deal of manual labor, and its use was concentrated as both farms had crops maturing at the same time and needed the harvester 24/7. It did cut the stalks and stripped away the husks—at least most of them, but missed many, particularly the smaller (more valuable) husks. So in addition to the harvester driver, a man or two followed, sifting through the stalks, finding husks and throwing them into a bin that was pulled behind the harvester, being careful not to slice their arms on the sharp leaf edges. It would take years before corn seeds produced more uniform husks, and harvesters could get and sort most of them. The larger husks "picked" by the harvester went to cattle feed or oil production while the smaller husks went to market for human consumption. The work was monotonous—and easier if you allowed your mind to wander.

Andre had enjoyed the two encounters with Finn. In fact, he loved them. He was ready for more. He really hadn't even thought about "being gay" or relationships. In fact, he didn't even verbalize the labels. The family never mentioned it. Despite his regular attendance at FC, Andre wasn't particularly religious—and the notion of sin was not high on the list of topics at a Congregational church—it was a good feeling church—if you were successful and happy, it meant that God approved. Andre's concern was that he and Finn came from such different backgrounds—and in a few weeks they would be in different places. Things would never be the same. Andre wasn't worried about what they had done or what it meant. He just loved it! And he was concerned that he couldn't continue it. Two handsome young men had met at the pond and had some fun. That's all. It wasn't all however. He wanted more.

Andre had never been much of a "today" kind of guy. He was always thinking about the future. For the first part of the summer he had been agonizing about how he was going to escape his mother's planning for his marital future and his Papa's expectations that he would return to the farm—even as a "gentleman farmer." He hadn't come up with answers to either question. He knew that his oldest sister's fiancé was a co-worker on the farm. He loved farming and was good at it. But Papa didn't seem to give him the same level of responsibility—or credit—for the work they both did. Moving Jacques into his slot as successor farm manager was going to take a good deal of thought—and work.

As to his mother, he could just say "no." But Mama was a force to be reckoned with. And he wasn't financially independent. Fortunately, no realistic prospect for him had yet crossed her path.

Through it all, however, and reluctantly, he had to admit that Finn was probably going to be just a summer thing. Fun. Dangerous. But with no future. Andre swallowed his thoughts and fears as the work day ended. He was looking forward to his evening "bath" with Finn at the pond. If he only had a few weeks to enjoy Finn, he wanted to maximize the opportunities.

The farm at which Finn and his brother were working was much larger than the DuBois place, but they used the same equipment. On alternate days, Finn and his brother drove or picked. Today, Finn had driven and so was less exhausted than Andre. But, he was dusty, sweaty and dirty. He finished a little earlier than normal and beat Andre to the pond. He stripped and dove in to swim.

Andre could hear the telltale splashes of an amateur crawl swimmer even before he crested the last hill. He knew it was Finn and quickened his step. He wanted as much time as possible together. He quickly looked around, stripped, followed Finn into the cool waters and started to swim.

Finn finished first and headed for the waterfall and the ledge where he anxiously awaited Andre. By the time Andre reached the rocky outcropping, Finn was ready. He wondered how far he could push Andre today. He was on Andre's third base, but Andre was only on his second. He had tasted Andre's cum, but Andre had only stroked him off. Finn, like Andre, knew the summer was coming to a close. And he was hoping to get his first fuck, his first taste of a man's ass, before it was over.

This time it was Andre who pulled the soap from a crevice in the rock. And so while Finn stood under the waterfall, Andre did the honors, soaping and massaging. It all came naturally. He knew what he liked. So he just did the same to Finn. Andre found Finn's nipples and teased and pinched as Finn moaned in pleasure and backed into Andre's chest and rigid cock. Hearing the moans of pleasure, Andre continued to work the tender tits before he reached down and fondled and bounced the low-hanging balls. They were hot and alive with the interior tension. One hand moved to the shaft and gripped. Then, with the other, he bent Finn over and did his ass, separating the globes and stroking inside the cleft, paying special attention to the rim. He penetrated to a knuckle, swished it around—when Finn suddenly backed hard into Andre, sucking the entire finger inside. Andre was shocked but recovered quickly, continuing his motion. He found the hard spot, not really knowing what it was. So he explored it while holding Finn in place with the gripped shaft as Finn gasped in pleasure. "Fuck, keep doing that. It's the best thing I've ever felt." Andre added another finger and together the two fingers massaged the prostate. Finn's cock immediately began to leak precum as Andre milked. Andre felt empowered. He had done it. Finn was definitely enjoying what Andre was doing.

Finally, Andre pulled out and stopped. He spun Finn around to look into his sultry face while his hands cupped the ass cheeks hard. "What was that all about?"

"There's something in there that's really a pleasure button."

"I think you're imagining things. You Irish are always into faeries and leprechauns."

"I'm not imagining the feelings. It is definitely worth a pot of gold. That's certainly at the end of my rainbow. Let me see if you've got one."

"Did it hurt? Even when I added the second?"

"Are you kidding me? You could do that all day. It was that good. I think you could actually jerk me off without stroking the shaft."

"Okay, it's your turn to scrub me anyway."

Finn realized he had just set up exactly what he had hoped for—quite by accident. He decided to create some tension and mystery. So he started with Andre's magnificent dark curly hair; then he massaged the chest, being sure to stimulate the nipples to erection, proceeded down to the rock hard rippled abs and finally reached the shaft and balls. He knelt and carefully washed and stroked the calves and thighs, repeatedly touching the balls with the backs of his hands and the tip with his lips. He stood again. Andre was obviously aroused, but so far unimpressed with Finn's miraculous discovery.

Finn pushed him into a bend and did the globes, finally pulling them apart. A finger inserted and Andre hissed, but didn't move. Finn pushed in farther and explored, finding the hardened spot inside. He moved the finger around widening the opening. Then, he pulled back, inserted a second finger and probed deeper once again. This time, when he reached the prostate, he jabbed it, then stroked it, then scraped it. Andre screamed, "Finn. It is there! What is that? Why don't they tell us about this stuff? The feeling is out of this world. I've never felt anything better in my life!" Finn smiled and kept up the pressure.

"Get down on your hands and knees. I'm going to see how far we can take this."

Andre moved immediately and arched his back to give Finn ready access to his anus. Finn inserted again, two fingers. He circled, swished, scissored, and added a third. Andre was hyperventilating with the pleasure. So Finn kept it up, moving to a steady deep finger-fuck. With each thrust, Andre pushed back, asking for more depth with his movements. Finn reached around and gripped the cockhead which was pouring out a clear fluid. He tasted it—not cum, but not bad.

"I'm gonna cum, Finn."

"Let her rip, boy. Let her rip," as he speeded up the finger motions.

Andre was zoning out. He had never experienced this feeling before. Pleasure neurons were streaming through his pelvis, then down his thighs, into his gut, up his spine. Even his nipples enlarged and darkened. He had the stray thought that his whole body might orgasm. Was that even possible?

It was too much. Finn pushed in one last time with all three fingers and pushed hard on the nut. And Andre's entire body shuddered form its very depths as ropes of cum emerged from his rock hard dick. And the feelings lasted, much longer than a stroked orgasm—perhaps a minute or more. Finally, he was totally spent and he collapsed to the mossy rock—Finn's fingers still inside, captured by the intense contraction of his anal ring. In those few minutes, Andre's entire world changed. One anal orgasm is never enough. He was addicted—and grateful to Finn for having shown him the way to paradise.

He cooled as Finn maintained the finger pressure, covered him and nipped at his nape. Then Andre recovered sanity and felt the rigid cock nestled in his cleft. He turned to Finn. "You didn't cum. I'm ready. Let me do you. You deserve that too."

Finn was a little disappointed. He was hoping to penetrate now with his rigid cock. But he wasn't going to push it—yet. They reversed position and Andre duplicated all of the moves that Finn had used with him. A few minutes later, Finn was muttering four letter words that Andre had never heard. His hungry ass was sucking Andre's fingers inside and pushing back into Andre. But the rock was hard on Finn's knees. So he motioned Andre to sit, and he spread himself over Andre's lap, belly down and vee-d his legs, offering his ass to Andre. He re-inserted the three long fingers and began the deliberate thrusting again. Andre could feel Finn's precum gushing out onto his thighs. He was close. So Andre used his thumb to push hard on the taint, pinching the nut while he pushed even deeper and harder until Finn too exploded from his depths. He shuddered several times, spurting out cum each time, and finally collapsed onto Andre's lap. Finn felt immediately as Andre had before: I'm in love with anyone who can do this to me.

They dozed for awhile—until the sun began to fade. It was time to leave. Neither wanted to, but realized their time that afternoon was up. They stood under the waterfall to remove the spunk that covered them both, dove in, swam to shore, redressed and headed home.

They had taken another giant step of exploration—one neither would ever forget. This was one discovery that they would treasure. They were at the gates of paradise—and they had peaked in, just a little.

*******

Over the next week, work and/or rain made an evening rendezvous impossible several times, but they did manage three. And each was a repeat of the initial discovery. They were both addicted to anal finger fucks and anal orgasms. They were spoiled for life. Each was getting a little more intense. Sometimes the prostate stimulus was accompanied with a stroke or a blow. Once Andre did it while Finn was stretched out on top of him as they necked. And once Andre had straddled Finn's lap as Finn's fingers probed deeply. And they both loved the "prostate pinch" where the thumb came into action and "strangled" the prostate to give up its milk. Once or twice they even tried it on the grassy bank of the pond before leaving—but had to swim again to remove the spunk.

The harvest on the DuBois farm was nearing completion. Only a few of the late season vegetable crops remained to be picked, and it was about a month too early to sow the winter grass and wheat. Jacques began to assume more and more responsibilities as Andre began to prepare for a departure to Cambridge.

On Friday of the second week they had been together, after they had taken care of the "urgent business" of the evening, Finn began to speak. "Our farm is phasing down as the harvest ends. Sean, my brother, has a chance at a job in South Boston. One of the shipbuilders is looking for metal-workers—which is his skill. So he's leaving tomorrow. I'm going to stay on for two more weeks before I too will leave. So far, the feelers Da has been putting out in Boston haven't yielded a job for me. But, I'm optimistic. Roosevelt's New Deal has just allocated millions for bridge building and Massachusetts will get its share. Bridges are made of stone."

Andre knew the summer was ending—and with it his time with Finn. He was melancholy—but he had known all along that this was just a summer adventure, one which he had not expected, but had thoroughly enjoyed. He listened while casually stroking Finn's cock, bringing it to second life. Maybe they'd get another round before they left. Andre was becoming an unquenchable sexual animal. He was addicted to dick.

"The bunk house is fairly remote from the farmhouse—in the nearby woods since they didn't want to take up any more farmland than they had to. After tomorrow, I'm alone there. Would you consider a visit? I'm enjoying the pond—mainly because you are here. But, it's getting a bit cold and this rock is harder than you are."

"I know I can get the time. All I need is a reason. Leaving the farm needs an explanation."

"Once Sean leaves, there will be days when we need another hand. Maybe it could be you?"

"I'm not sure how Mama will take to her son hiring out as a farmhand. But, maybe if it's an emergency, I can convince her it's a work of mercy to a neighbor."

"I think I can engineer the emergency. I want to try this—and maybe a little more--in bed, Andre."

******

The next week followed the same pattern—until late Friday afternoon. As they were cleaning up, Raymond approached Andre and Jacques. "They're having a little trouble completing the harvest next door. They lost a hand before the summer crop was in. Coogan called me this afternoon to ask if we could spare some labor for a few days, maybe a week. We're about done here—and I could use the wages to supplement this year's crop take. I'd like one of you guys to hire out for a week."

Jacques hesitated. He didn't want to make a practice of leaving the farm as a hired hand to another. He was still attempting to prove that he was invaluable. But, Andre jumped right in, "I can do it. Jacques can handle what's left here, and I owe you all anyway. I know in a few weeks, I'll be a financial drain. I'd be happy to do it."

"Thank you, Andre. I'll call Coogan. You should report tomorrow morning early. They have a bunk house and would prefer that you stay there. It's not much, but it's got its own outhouse and a bladder shower. I'm told Ms. Coogan is a pretty good cook."

And so it was done. Mama was not at all pleased that Andre was leaving for a week—the next-to-last week before his departure for Cambridge. But there was little she could do. "I want to see you at First Congregational on Sunday morning. No excuses! The Cartier's niece is here for a short visit, and I promised an introduction. She's your age, and they live in Boston. Take your best clothes. And make sure you're there—and can stay for pot luck. That's the least they can do."

Andre didn't press his luck that evening by heading for the pond. He used the barn shower instead. And after dinner, he packed an ancient carpet-bag with work clothes and his set of Sunday best. He even managed to pilfer some of his sister's hard-milled soap and a can of rendered fat—the refined kind that Mama's cook used for frying. He loved to use it when he jerked, and thought it might be a nice gift for Finn.

The next morning, he woke early, dressed for work, grabbed a cold ham biscuit, and began the short walk to Coogan's place. Finn met but pretended they were strangers in front of Coogan. "You can drop your bag in the bunk house—we're starting at the back this morning where it's located. Let me show you." Coogan shook his hand, thanked him for coming and turned him over to Finn.

"Mrs. Coogan's girl will bring your lunch to you in the field. Dinner is one hour after sundown. Let's get in a good day. He's a Good Samaritan neighbor, Finn. Treat him good."

"Yessir, I certainly will," Finn said, without even a grin.

The day turned out to be long and hot. But, by late afternoon, they had cleared one of the fields of its produce and loaded it into crates to be picked up the next morning.

Coogan came by once or twice, but was convinced the boys were working hard, and didn't say a word. Just turned and left.

Then it was to the bunkhouse. "Hands are expected to do everything here. Keep it clean. Make their beds. Do their laundry. But, that means we are alone. No one ever comes out here." Andre noticed that Finn had pushed two of the twins together to make a larger bed. He smiled at Finn as Finn pointed to the shower, on the back porch toward the woods. "Let's save water. We'll shower together."

The water was warm—the bladder had been heating all day—and after getting clean, Andre and Finn stroked each other to nice long orgasms. They had perfected the technique at the pond. Each in turn stood behind the other, planted a cock in the crevice and one hand on the pecs of the other, as the other hand stroked to a nice slow climax. The "do-ee" melted back into the "do-er" and tightened his thighs around the erect penis. Then they flipped places and repeated.

Then they put their soiled clothes in the tub to soak and pulled on other nearly identical outfits—tomorrow's work clothes. They walked to main house just about an hour after dusk. It was dark with no moon, but the stars were bright and filled the sky. Mrs. Coogan had set a kerosene lamp on the back porch to guide their way. Finn reached out and took Andre's hand—to guide him in the dark. Andrew turned to face Finn and smiled. It was okay. No one was going to know or even guess. They were both way too masculine.

Mrs. Coogan was a reasonably good cook. The meal was simple, but well-done, and served in the kitchen. There were no others—all of the Coogan children had grown and gone off. Jack Coogan ran the farm alone with hired help. The conversation was also pleasant and light. No politics. No religion. The weather. The economy. German advances in Europe. "Mark my words, we'll be in this thing in a year or so. We can't let that bastard take over the world. We have relatives in England—and we have invited them here, or at least to send their kids here when the going gets rough." (Actually except for Lend-Lease and other assistance, the US didn't enter the war until late 1942—about two years later. But US farmers were already gearing up to feed Europe and the US Army was being beefed up.) Andre was asked about his studies, and the Coogans listened politely, really not interested at all. Finally, Finn asked to be excused. It would be another long day tomorrow.