I lay lengthwise on Lee’s naked body, our morning woodies, diminished to a flaccid condition by our earlier activities, pressed between us, still oozing little drops of essence of man, slickening our tummies and making any movement whatsoever erotically stimulating! I knew it would take just a little wiggle, perhaps a jiggle to boot, to bring us both to a full cock-stand again! It felt so good laying on him, his arms wrapped around me holding me in place, his hands massaging those firm mounds he’d just exited minutes before, with my lips brushing his cheek and my tongue flicking his ear and his lips while my head rested in happy repose on his shoulder.
Lee began tracing his fingers in, out, up, and down my cleavage and after a few minutes, slowly tickled them up my backbone, sending shivers up and down my spine and a tightening to my ball sack! He brought his hands around to my face, his soft fingers began lightly touching, stroking my eyebrows, my cheeks, and my lips. I opened my mouth to accept a finger and sucked it in as I had his long, stiff cock, earlier lubricating him for a journey down his favorite path.
He pulled his finger free, kissed me softly, whispering, “You’re so beautiful; never, ever in a thousand years of Sundays would’ve I thought I’d meet someone like you!” and kissed me again.
Frankly, I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone like Lee Fielding either!
“I suppose,” he continued somewhat disappointedly, “we’re going to have to go back to the campground so you can continue visiting with people concerning Bill and Dan, aren’t we?”
I merely nodded my answer and feeling something begin hardening underneath me and slowly inching its way up between my thighs and slipping under my balls, I wiggled- and jiggled- just a little!
As we washed up our breakfast dishes, I contemplated what we’d heard so far in all of my interviews and commented on my conclusion.
“Lee, this little project I started on is turning out to bigger than I ever thought it would be. I originally thought it would be a nice little story, perhaps a small novel, on two old men, living together almost their whole lives, finally having their relationship legitimized by the state. But Bill and Dan are more than just that; their lives involve not only their families but the entire community! It’s fast becoming a community story; a community story based around three or four family groups who’re all related in one way or another and across state lines to boot! Dan and Bill have given a great deal to this community and made resources available to their family and I’m curious why and how they accumulated the resources to do it.”
Lee just shrugged and raised his eyebrows in apparent ignorance!
“I understand how the ‘Riverside’ and the ‘Rusty Scupper’ contribute to the story, but why the importance of employing ‘family’ and why that intense commitment?”
He seemed about to answer, but I pushed on, “Where does ‘Big River, LLC’ fit into the picture and where did all of that money come from? That reception set the company back a pretty penny!”
“Part of it I think I can answer,” Lee responded, “but most of it I can’t! You’ll have to ask Dan and Bill, if they’ll tell you since they can be pretty cagey at times and maybe some of the other family members or friends.”
Driving through the rolling hill country of Southwest Wisconsin, settled comfortably in the passenger seat of his truck while Lee drove us back toward the campground, I listened carefully as Lee talked about what he knew from his own experiences and from talking to other family members.
“There’s really not much I can say about where the money came from originally because, one, I wasn’t around and, two, the family really never discussed it. I guess we all figured it was really none of our business. Dan and Bill started ‘Big River Enterprises, LLC’ some years back, as I understand it, when the businesses grew and they wanted to spread out their tax liabilities. They’re the principals in the corporation and how many other partners are involved is beyond me. Big River has not only a business side but also a sort of philanthropic side as well, making donations to community clubs, events, and projects. The community center, the fire station, and the high school ball diamond are just a few of the projects the corporation has funded.”
“Dan bought the ‘Riverside’ from Roy Wood, sometime after he returned from the army; beyond that, I don’t know! I do know my dad said one time everything Danny Fielding touched turned to gold and when he turned it over to Billy Iverson, it multiplied ten-fold!”
Some of Lee’s cousins, such as Robbie, worked and still do at the “Riverside” or “Rusty Scupper” as well as some of the other enterprises “Big River” has, but Lee never did. He had his farm work to do and farm animals to take care of. The farm animals, beef cattle in his case, he raised, showed, and sold helped him to pay for college. It was the same arrangement his parents made with his older siblings and they were continuing the practice with Luke. Luke also was raising beef cattle and stowing away the profits for college.
“Others in the family weren’t as fortunate,” Lee observed, “and if they wanted to go on to school after high school were faced with either borrowing a tremendous sum and trying for grants or scholarships along with working. ‘Big River’ has a rather large fund relatives can seek assistance from for post-high school education but it comes with a commitment on the recipients part.”
The education fund will grant/loan, at an extremely low interest rate, up to five thousand dollars every two years for a maximum of ten thousand dollars, for undergraduate degrees and up to twenty thousand for graduate and post-graduate degrees. The only stipulation in accepting the grant is the recipients must commit to work for “Big River” for three years after graduation if they wish the grant/loan forgiven in its entirety. Should they choose not to, the grant/loan becomes a callable note until it’s paid. Some family members choose to work off the loans, others do not. The principal and interest paid back is returned to the fund for future granting. The fund is kept solvent through this cash flow, investments, and donations by family members.
Lee’s knowledge was limited but he suggested we visit some more with Ross and contact Samuel since they were included in the establishment of both the education fund and “Big River.” Not only were they cousins and contemporaries, but lived in the same household as Dan growing up.
“It might be just as helpful to visit with some of the old-timers in town, such as Hickory Woods and others, to gain some more insight. I doubt if we’ll get a great deal of information from Bill and Dan, but you never know.”
As we pulled into the campground, Lee looked at me, commenting, “Now, I’m just as curious as you how and why this all started.”
I gave Bill and Dan a call once we arrived and got settled in the camper and they agreed to meet us for breakfast at the little café in town the next morning.
“We can’t stay long,” advised Bill, “we’re driving over to the Twin Cities to catch a flight to Halifax, Nova Scotia and driving them there to Antigonish to attend the funeral of a dear friend of ours.”
Lee and I were already seated at our table enjoying our coffee when Bill and Dan arrived. Out table waitress quickly poured coffee for them (with cream) and hurried out to the kitchen, returning with two of the largest cinnamon rolls, fresh from the oven and lightly glazed, I’d ever seen! She put these down in front of Dan, along with a bowl of foil-wrapped butter patties.
“Did I ever tell you how much Dan enjoys pastry?” quipped Bill with a wink and a nod.
“They make the most scrumptious cinnamon rolls in the whole world here, don’t they Love?” Dan asked Bill.
“Well, perhaps; but I do enjoy the baked goods at the ‘Jam Pot’ in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan as well!”
The waitress reappeared to take our orders; Bill opted for an order of beef kidney and scrambled eggs which he and Dan would share; Lee two eggs over easy, hash browns, and toast; and I went for a short stack of pancakes. I was a little dubious about Bill’s order, but he assured me the combination made a delicious breakfast and one he and Dan enjoyed every now and then.
“I learned to love them during the war when meat was scarce,” Dan advised, “although we raised our own on the farm. Uncle Henry would sell, on the sly of course, meat to those in the community who needed it. In some cases, especially to those who were widowed or their boys were overseas, he gave it to them, no charge. He often said it was the least we could do, but swore everyone to secrecy. I don’t know if he was afraid of the government arresting him or if he just didn’t figure it was anybody’s business what he did with his farm stuff. The first time Aunt Agnes fixed kidneys for breakfast when Bill stayed overnight, I thought he was going to toss his cookies! One taste changed his mind!”
I tried, and so did Lee, to subtly steer the conversation toward the subject of how Bill and Dan accumulated their wealth and their philanthropy, but to no avail! Finally, I outright asked, “For a couple of kids raised during some hard time, the two of you did quite well, didn’t you?”
“We were very fortunate over the years,” Bill responded. “Thanks to Danny’s hard work, we got an early start and were frugal with our money.”
“You worked too,” reminded Dan. “Think of all the groceries you bagged and shelves you stocked when you worked at the grocery store!”
Bill, after the big fight in the parking lot at the “Riverside” recovered from his injuries and moved up the social ladder among the other kids at school. His reputation became one of “dynamite comes in small packages” so don’t fuck with Billy Iverson or that “Fielding Boy.” When his grandfather suggested he apply at the grocery store to work as a bagger and stocking shelves, even though he was young, he was pleasantly surprised when he was hired. He only worked Saturday’s at first and the hourly wage was only fifty cents per hour, but he was damned proud of it. He made four dollars each Saturday and that added up to sixteen dollars a month. Half of the sixteen dollars he put in savings, but not all in the same account.
Roy Woods, after watching Danny Fielding handle himself in the brawl, liked what he saw in the young man and decided he wanted him to work for him! Danny went to work Friday nights in the kitchen and waiting tables for fish fries and Saturday night burgers and fries. The pay was a little more and the tips were pretty nice on top of it. He loved working there! Well, with Billy’s urging, he put money in savings as well, and not all in the same account.
Dan’s Uncle Henry also insisted his children keep busy, especially Samuel, Ross, and Danny still at home, with farm work, chores, and personal livestock projects. The older boys before they left home and Phyllis and Bethany as well, chose beef projects. They’d raise and feed a couple of beefs, sell them, and bank the profits for their own use. Samuel did the same; not Ross and Danny! They decided hogs were the way to go!
Now I understood very little about hog production or even beef for that matter.
“Why pigs?” I asked.
Lee looked at me and realized what I already knew; I didn’t have a fucking clue how a farm operated!
Danny saw the look and quickly explained. “It’s kind of like this,” he began. “Take Lee there; I know he had Angus beef cattle for his projects, but that’s what his family raised, along with some hogs. He did real well at it, but it takes a while to raise a calf to market size. Sure, there’s more money for a beef than for a hog, but Ross and I could raise more hogs in a year than Sammy could raise beef. Right, Lee?”
Lee only nodded.
“Simple math explains it all,” chimed in Billy, “and once I understood how fast pigs reproduce, I thought it was a great idea!”
It was then I began getting a lesson in hog production in the late 1940’s.
“You see,” explained Dan, “Three months, three weeks, and three days after the boar settles the sow- for you city boys, it’s when the boy pig fucks the girl pig- you have little pigs.”
In other words, as the conversation extended itself, the gestation period of the sow is one hundred thirteen to one hundred sixteen days until farrowing. Each sow generally has between eight and twelve little pigs. Little pigs are farrowed, which is the weaning period, and fed out to market weight. Market weight from farrowing to market usually takes fourteen to sixteen weeks, depending on the weight the producer wants or available market at the time. Generally speaking, the ideal market weight was around two hundred and fifty pounds and could be reached in about one hundred days or so. Raising pigs had a quick turnover and multiple crops each year. Some farmers considered it a mortgage lifter!
“To this day,” Bill commented, “we drive past a farm reeking of pig shit and Dan just has to say, ‘God, Love, I smell money!’ and breathes deep. Even after I helped take care of Dan’s hogs all those years, even when he was in the service, I just never got used to it.”
I asked why the separate accounts, but it was ignored as Bill went on to say how he used to help Ross and Dan with the hogs after school and on weekends.
“Remember when you did a header in the hog yard after that big rainstorm?” laughed Dan. “I didn’t think I’d ever get the pig shit scrubbed off of you.”
“Well, you kept scrubbing one place more than any other, what did you expect?” quipped Bill in return. “Anyway, I still managed to get those fat porkers into the trailer so we could get them off to market!”
“You may have been frugal, putting money away in savings as you say,” I said probing, trying another tact, “but you also gave a lot of it away, didn’t you?”
“We really didn’t give it away,” Dan answered slowly and thoughtfully, “more like we paid it back! If Uncle Henry and Aunt Agnes hadn’t taken me in when my own mother died, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me. Oh, the Iowa Fielding’s would’ve made some arrangements, but they were poor as church mice and didn’t have much to share. Uncle Henry and Aunt Agnes had a houseful, but they also owned their farm and everyone ate well. Of course, we fucked a bit on the side- or the back- or the front, didn’t we Bill?” he said with a giggle and a wink!
“Grandma and Grandpa Sorenson took Momma and me in while we were down on our luck after Daddy was killed. They also insisted I have a college education and helped me with it.”
“Bill and I decided,” Dan said, “family did so much for us, the least we could do was give back to the family!”
As I listened to Bill and Dan relay all this, it came to mind young Billy Iverson had some sort of plan early on and only he and Danny Fielding knew what it was and I wasn’t going to find out today!
How right I was, breakfast finished, the final cup of coffee consumed, and Bill announced, “It’s time for us to get going! It’s a long drive to the Twin Cities for a couple of old farts and I don’t want to be all worn out boarding that flight to Halifax!”
With a “thank you for the breakfast,” a promise to see us in a couple of weeks, and off the two of them went with Lee and I being not the wiser on their finances.
“What’ll we do now?” Lee asked.
“There must be someone else who would be able to shed some light on the matter?” I pondered.
Lee grinned, “Yep, there’s Dr. Ross and Hickory Wood. Which one do you want to visit with first, we have a couple of weeks!”
That good looking stud looked at me, gave a sly seductive grin (to which I succumbed), and said, “Maybe we better sleep on it, sort of give us time to let it all ‘soak in’,” and laughed! I knew damn well what he was going to “soak” and I was all for it!
Thank you for reading “Fielding Boy” – Chapter Fifteen-
“If enterprise is afoot, wealth accumulates, whatever may be happening to thrift; and if enterprise is asleep, wealth decays, whatever thrift may be doing.”
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