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The Wishing Well

Chapter, The Second

What Would You Call “Gaining,” huh?

Jason looked at the clothing that made up what his father had sent, it wasn’t made by anyone he recognized, and thus was inferior to him. But alas he had no other option at this point as the dust from his arrival had descended and stuck to his clothes. But one thing stuck out, where was he to shower? He couldn’t very well present himself for supper with this clouded odor over his body. He looked at the rear and realized there was a tiny room with a toilet and something off to the side. When he approached, he saw the tiniest shower stall ever, and all the room had the same dark stains on it… which his stomach revolted against. I mean it wasn’t dirty or germy as the guys kept it clean, but the kind of plastic everything was made from just retained stains over time and he knew this all. And it just has a flimsy plastic louver curtain for a “door”? This place was looking worse and worse by the minute. He walked back and noticed the same plastic louver style partition to separate the bedroom from the dining/driving area of the RV.

Jason stepped out of the RV and turned to notice his father was leaving a dusty trail as he made a U-Turn and stopped just at Jason, rolled down his window and bid Jason and the guys a good-bye.

“See you guys when you get the place up and running again, all the equipment and bins should arrive tomorrow morning. Jason, I love you and hope that you don’t look down on me in the end for this. I had to work here as a kid, so you aren’t doing something that is un-survivable. Listen to those two, they know their stuff. And as always, safety first.”

He drove off with a cloud of dust, leaving Jason to look around for his two new bunkmates and found them hooking up the pluming to the RV.

“Just temporary for now, don’t worry the house will be up in no time, especially with you helping.” Mark said as he saw Jason’s feet come into view, his beer-gut sitting just under the edge of the RV.

“Good thing we did actually have working lines out here, was beginning to think we’d not be showering for a while or looking for a river to bathe in. When did they bring lines up here, I wonder, as I thought this place used the river water?” Jason asked

“It does, from what I’m told but we had the public works bring the lines up here a few months ago when we were first told about this project by your grand-father. Didn’t think any of us would want to be fetching the water just to shower, let alone a guy as rich as you. No offence or anything.” Jack said.

“Well, I’m going to go out and see about the river I was told was not far off the main area of the property, I’m told I just follow the old trenches that grandfather dug.” Jason remarked, as he started off.

Jason was well versed in survival training, something he’d elected to look into at one point in his high-school days, that and some self-defense. It wasn’t long before he found what looked like an old dried up trench and followed it to an old beaver dam and the river he had been told about. It was a gorgeous setting for a river. He could see building a house right on the river and wondered why his grandfather hadn’t. Jason went back to the damn and checked it out, and it seemed very old and disused. Nothing came back as he sat back for a bit, so he figured it’d be ok to knock it down when he had the proper tools to do so, or at least a shovel and axe and perhaps some help. So, he made his way back to “camp.”

“You find what you were looking for?” Mark’s gruff voice greeted Jason.

“Yea seems there’s an old beaver damn that’s ripe for destruction blocking the water flow down to the fields. But that’s a good thing, as it seems the fields need to be dug up again and tilled properly of course. Why don’t you guys check it out, the river’s not far from where the trench goes out into the tree-line there. Mark walked up to Jason and handed him some keys.

“These are your set for the house and barn.” Mark said as he handed the keys over by clasping them between their hands in another handshake, that brought the two of them closer and Jason within breathing distance of that wonderous musk of Marks, causing his cock to shift in his pants.

“Wanna check out what remains of the house with me?” Mark asked Noting that Jason seemed a little lost in some sort of moment, turning the guy around by clasping his massive hand over his shoulder and turning the two of them towards the house.

“Yea, sure.” Was all Jason could reply with, catching his state and walked to the house with Mark.

Jason put the keys in and it took a bit of jiggling the key around but eventually got the old door to open, but then it just fell off its hinges from the rotted wood as it was swung open and fell to the way-side. The place was empty except for the cobwebs and dust. Mark took photos for reference on the rebuild while Jason just sort of tried to not stir up the dust or any of the debris by just sticking close to the door, as it was it looked like the roof could collapse at any moment, with several parts of the ceiling having collapsed already. Jack made his appearance, startling Jason as he came up behind him and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Some place he built. Too bad it didn’t survive the years.” Jack stated.

“Yea, too bad. Good thing we’re bulldozing this tomorrow though, seems like it’s near doing that on it’s own with a bit more time. Say, I’m going to go back to the RV, you finished hooking up the water right? Is there hot water? Please tell me you have hot water!” questioned Jason.

“Nope, I’m afraid it’s cold water only.” Mark replied coming out of the bedroom. “And up here in the mountains that tap water can get kind of chilly so mind that.”

Jason’s heart sank. Later, after stepping out of a freezing cold shower, he got dressed in his surprisingly slightly over sized boxers, and a white t-shirt, with denim coveralls. Overall it fit, but he wasn’t used to such loose-fitting clothing. Guess he’d need it if he was working construction like he would be at first. When he got out, Mark and Jack had already started dinner. There were several burners going with what smelled to him like beans, corn on the cob, and a grill going with burgers and brats, and an oven with a pie baking in it. It looked like a feast fit for a party, but it was just the three of them. And the smell was off putting at first with it all there cooking at once. He was used to a much higher end of cooking than this, dining at select dining establishments and a cook at home for his every whim. Then there was the jug of… something… marked only with XXX. Undoubtedly a home-made brew of some sort.

Mark saw Jason’s reaction, thankful Jack the one who was mater-minding the “kitchen” as it was hadn’t seen it, and turned to Jason and said “don’t tell me you’re one of those city kids who only eats a sliver of food from some sissy-boy gourmet kitchen?! Here son, you’re going to get everything the body needs and then some. Don’t worry, it won’t kill ya.” And that is where Jack gave Mark a look that could kill, and a look that told Mark he’s in for it later. “You’ll grow to like it, I guarantee that.”

Once it was all over, Mark made his plate. A hamburger, some baked beans, and a cob of corn. The other two dug in like starving wolves almost, hardly any manors, but enough to not be completely boorish. The meal was absolutely demolished by Mark though, not to mention his drunken state from all the pints he’d nocked back of the strong ale, followed not far behind by a decidedly much more sober Jack, though he had somehow also put away 2 whole plates, remarkable for a thin guy like that. Jason just watched Mark with a sense of slightly disgusted awe at how much he could stuff into himself and how fast he knocked back the drinks. By the end, Jason had finished most of his burger and beans, which were surprisingly good but still not nearly what he was used to, and some corn left on the cob, and over half of his mug still sitting there. Mark however had plates piled off to his side, and was nursing another pint of beer, while Jack got up to clean up the mess. Jason joined in to help bring it all into the kitchen.

“You didn’t like the food?” Jack asked once they were alone in the kitchen of the RV.

“Honestly it wasn’t bad, just more than I’m used to by far.” Jason said.

“oh.” Jack looked more than a little dejected by that comment and the way Jason said it.

“I know it’s not the same as what you’re used to, I guess, I just thought maybe I hadn’t done a good enough job.” Jack said despondently.

“NO NO NO NO! It was good, I’m just not one to eat that much is all. I’m used to very small plates from these diamond class restaurants and the cook we have at home does the same thing. Very small portions on very small plates. It’s been that way since I was a child.” Jason said, trying to cheer up Jack, and to clear up his meaning. The two finished up cleaning the dishes together, which Jason had to learn the “finer” points of from Jack, having never touched a dish in his life as far as cleaning goes. Still though, he did find himself stuffed a bit now from all the food as it settled in and buzzed from the ale which wasn’t bad at all, quite the strong taste that still lingered while he worked on the dishes, and this buzz and stuffed state made the sleep he went for immediately after easier to come by than he would have thought, especially on the top bunk. (He chose that one just from a childish dream he had when he was younger of having owned a bunk bed and having close ties with a brother like that, but in their place that never happened. They all had separate rooms, separated by massive spaces.

Jack found he couldn’t sleep that night, too dejected to do so, and as usual Mark was passed out in the top bunk, which sagged under his weight. Jack quietly crept out of bed and grabbed some clothes and got dressed outside and decided on a walk in the woods along the river to quite his mind and relax some. He walked along the old trench and found his way to the dilapidated beaver damn, and the river just to the other side of it. He took a branch off the pile that was just the right size and shape for a walking stick for his height. As he meandered down the riverside, he eventually came to what looked like a long-overgrown path and something seemed to pull at him.

Moving vines and branches out of his way as he struggled along the path, he suddenly thought he saw something sparkle at the end of the path, but it was gone before he knew what it was. It took a bit to trudge through it all, and Jack was getting scratched here and there by the vegetation as he went. By the time he came to the end of the path, it opened dramatically into a very much overgrown natural chapel of sorts. The branches and overhanging vegetation forming an almost vaulted ceiling. It was clear that it had grown naturally this way, as there were bits and pieces of what used to be buildings poking through, from ages ago that had crumbled away over time. It was a spectacular site despite its over-run nature. In the back, was an overhang of stone, and what looked like it could be a well. AS he approached, he noticed its intricately carved crystal bucket. There was some kind of old world script on it, but he couldn’t tell what it said but it looked almost like the elves of the old books he used to read would have inscribed it, though not as fancy in the shape of the words themselves, to him it almost looked like Latin. He didn’t know any of it, but he’d seen it in movies and pictures, so he had an idea of what it looked like.

One thing was clear though, with the light of the dawn hitting the well just right he could see to the bottom of it, the clear running water and the coins at the bottom just barely able to be made out with how deep it was. Clearly people had been both dropping coins down the well for wishes and using it for water gathering, or at least that’s what it looked like to him. He was reminded of the dinner earlier and how the new guy had barely touched his food, and how much he had slaved over it, and how much he loved seeing Mark practically inhale it. If he were to wish for one thing, at the moment, it was just to see those around him enjoy what he slaves over more, that being his favorite pass-time of cooking. But then, it was a ridiculous thing to make a wish at a well, even if we all did it from time to time in our lives.

“What the hell, why not” Jack thought to himself, he grabbed a quarter from within his pants pocket, and made his wish as he dropped the coin into the well. “I just wish Jason would enjoy my food and beverages more as we work on building the farm back to its former glory.” As Jack finished making his wish he heard the echoing splash, along with a sighing of wind over the well that seemed to carry a faint voice on it… he couldn’t make it out quite but it almost sounded like someone said “It shall be so” but wind doesn’t talk. He turned around to take in the place again and realized suddenly that he was a bit parched and had no canteen. He had forgotten the darned thing again.

Jack turned back to the well, and the river running through it, “it should be fine” he thought to himself, and so he grabbed the crystal bucket and gently lowered it into the well until the slack was taken up and unhooked the rope from the hook and began to slowly move the crank until he felt the resistance of the bucket meeting the river and then pulled it back up. Once he had it, he couldn’t help himself, the work had made his thirst even more evident and so without anything to put it in he just put his lips directly to the bucket and drank of the water. It was cool and refreshing, it slakes his thirst easily, and seemed to reinvigorate him. Whatever it was, he suddenly felt slightly renewed, enough to make the journey back much more comfortably.

Walking back, the forest almost seem to gather back around the path as if closing it off again, and the further he walked on not only the better he felt, but the more he felt silly about the wish and began to actually just move on and “forget” about it. He made his way back to the damn and followed the old trench back to the old fields and noted that it would be about a day’s work to dig the trench if all three of them worked it hard. By the time he made it back, it was time to start his work on making breakfast for the three of them before the crew arrived with everything and they demolished the house and barn.

***

Waking up, Jason went to sit up as he normally did at home to stretch out in that classic Y shape and yawn, but instead instantly hit the ceiling and feel back reeling and yelling profanity, or would have if he hadn’t rolled off the top bunk in the motion of trying to turn over and writhe in bed. Instead he rolled right out of the top bunk and onto the floor below, rocking the RV slightly and waking Mark with the commotion.

“Damnit! What the Fuck?” Jason said in pain and confusion.

Mark, even in his waking stupor took one look at the situation and belted out a burly, boisterous laugh.

“It’s not funny!” Jason said in a hasty anger.

“Here, let me help you up, and yes, it is. That is just hilarious.” Mark laughed, and pulled mark up, but Jason wasn’t ready for Mark’s strength as he yanked him up and thus Jason fell right up, over, and into Mark, landing with his hands on mark’s chest. That manly, meaty chest that oozed his musky scent like nothing Jason had ever experience and made him nearly swoon, before he realized he was groping Mark’s chest and suddenly bolted up right and tried to hide his blush.

“Sorry!” He ran out, grabbing his new clothes for the day and trying to get them on as he exited the RV, hopping on one leg down the stairs was a feat unto itself really. In the movies he would have tripped but here he didn’t somehow. His stomach growled hard as he hit the ground though, and that’s when an intoxicating smell hit him. Eggs, Bacon, Sausage, Pancakes with a pitcher of real maple syrup, Buttered Toast, sausage gravy, real buttery fluffy yeast-based biscuits, and two very much large pitchers one for milk the other for OJ. Normally this would have turned his stomach but after a day like yesterday with the long ass drive, he had not to mention the trek around the farm and land, he wasn’t complaining now not with his stomach growling harder than usual, odd he thought with how much he had ate last night.

The stairs creaked and the RV shook and groaned as Mark moved out onto solid land as well. He stretched out and up as well, and got in line just behind Jason. Jason dug into the scrambled eggs and got out a scoop, a couple strips of bacon, and a separate plate with 2 pancakes, a small dollop of butter, a drizzle of maple syrup, and a single link of sausage which got a few drops of syrup as it dropped off the pancakes. Mark however, dug in and got 4 oversized scoops of eggs, 2 biscuits, a fist full of bacon, and the other with links, a tall-stack of pancakes each with their own butter and syrup. Jack sat down with his own plates of breakfast as well, and the glasses for all 3. Jason poured himself a glass of OJ, Mark poured a glass of milk and drank it down before pouring another, while Jack got a glass of Milk for himself. As Jack got himself another plate to put his pancakes and meats on, Jason was already devouring the eggs not having wait for the others. In fact he had started as soon as Mark had started his first glass of milk.

As Jack was finishing pouring his syrup, Jason had already finished his eggs and had moved on to his bacon.

“My, someone’s surprisingly hungry today.” Mark said, genuinely surprised by how fast Jason was eating.

“I don’t know,” Jason started, “this all is just too delicious, and I’m starved.” He smiled at Mark as he dug into his sausage links, startled by the sweetness as the unexpected syrup combined with the sausage link. He stuffed the rest of the link in his mouth and savored the flavor in a wholly unmannered way but didn’t mind it with such a delicious flavor in his mouth as he savored the combination as slowly as he could. He was at the point that normally he would be full, but he was still famished so as soon as he finished off the other sausage he dug into the pancakes. They were so airy and fluffy and huge that, even despite the vertical size of each of the two, it still cut like a cloud and tasted like one too. Perfectly cooked better an any his cook at home could have done, or so his taste buds told him. Before he knew it he had cleared his plates. As Mark was just finishing his biscuits, Jason was reaching for the pancakes and a buttered biscuit. As Jack pushed away his plates, and Mark was finishing off a glass of OJ before going in for some more meat and pancakes himself, Jason was practically inhaling the biscuit. Jack just looked on awe-struck having completely forgotten the well and the wish from yesterday with all the worries of the campsite the night before and now the breakfast. As Jason pushed his plates away and stacked them, he sighed, sated finally. His stomach gripped with the second larger than normal meal, but at the same time he felt like he could go for more but he stopped himself as his belly, small as it was, felt tighter than he was comfortable with, especially with the equipment coming in to demolish the place today. He had a day full of cleaning up behind the bulldozer and back-hoes.

Jason sat back, with his hand on his bump of a belly and sipped on another glass of OJ trying to rub his slightly sore belly as Mark and Jason got up to clear out what little was left over other than empty plates. Mark clapped a hand on Jason’s shoulder and said,

“Jack’s cooking do ya in?” Mark said reaching for the plate, but that was a slight mistake. The force of his hand on Jason’s shoulder made Jason accidentally belch out loud. Jason immediately turned a few shades of red again, and he excused himself for it but didn’t do anything about that hand on his shoulder, it felt nice having that strong hand there. He just hid his head as best he could by dipping it down in embarrassment.

“Don’t ya worry about that around here. Manors may be the high mark of your land, but around here a man can be a man and not have to worry about those sorts of things.” Mark said, letting out his own even larger belch. It may have been disgusting to some, including Jason normally, but somehow it just added to Mark’s charm according to him at the moment. Jason Handed Mark the plates and as he made his move to stand, he heard the large, old, diesel engines rattling up the road. He stepped out to watch and as he turned and stepped off the stairs he saw the flat-beds carrying the two pieces of equipment on them, and one rolling up with an oversized dumpster bin rolling to a noisy stop and out stepped the Muscle Gods who immediately got to work on taking the chains and such off of the equipment and unloading them with a quickness and grace that only time and practice could allow. Jason just moved to lay against the RV as he watched the mighty men get to work, straining at them dreamily as he watched bulging muscles move and strain at the equipment and lines and moving the equipment off. Before he knew it, the bulldozer and Back-hoe were both off and so were the equipment movers themselves as the trucks rattled to life and off into the distance and around the bend they slowly drudged.

Jason was in a bit of a daze, not only from the muscle gods, but the food coma he was almost heading for. He would have ended up there too if it were not for Mark coming back out and jostling the RV around as he did so.

“Looks like it’s time to get to work my friend.” He said to a nearly sleepy Jason. Jason definitely was not used to so many calories to start the day and almost looked like he needed a nap already despite his having just gotten up really. “You’ll get used to that but there is work to do so let’s get to it!”

And with that the two of them went over to Jack who handed a key off to Mark, “ Ok, I just want you to stay away from the house for now while we demolish the place, safety first after all. I’ll honk for you with 3 long blows of the horn when we’re ready Jason, you’ll be helping with the bits we couldn’t get with the machines. “For now I just want you to finish the dishes and rest, you’re going to need it.” As Jack handed Jason and Mark their safety glasses and other personal protection equipment (P.P.E.), Jason turned back to the RV and the other two donned their PPE and got their respective vehicles rumbling away.

There wasn’t much left as for the dishes so after a few minutes he had them dried and put away. He tried his best not to sit down, but to find something to do but there just wasn’t anything at the time. So, he just went to the little dining section to sat down, his little food belly squished slightly uncomfortably so he stopped himself and moved over to the beds to lay back instead. He still had a bit of trouble navigating it with being so stuffed, but it ended up much more comfortable for him. He lay back with a couple pillows behind him and rubbed his belly to try and sooth it. The rubbing felt very good as he lay there, so he put both hands into it as he rested.

The rubbing felt good indeed with his belly so tight and full. Those sensations together went straight to his pleasure center, pushing all kinds of buttons. As he looked down, his little food baby reminded him of Mark’s big, round belly and his muscles. It didn’t take much of this till he felt another pressure a little south of the one in his belly. His cock was straining hard against his pants already and leaving a little wet spot. Jason trailed one of his hands down his gut and over the straining zipper as he rubbed the throbbing bulge. This sent a bolt of pleasure right up his back, and he couldn’t help but arch his back lightly as he did so which only stretched his already tight belly and push his cock further against his zipper and widen that wet spot as more pre spurted out within the confines of his underwear and pants.

As he landed, he knew he had to free his almost painfully confined cock and do something about it. He wasn’t thinking of the facts, like he wasn’t afforded much of any privacy or that they could come in at any moment. All Jason was thinking about was that little gut of his and how good it felt to rub both that and his painfully erect cock. He unbuttons his pants, and his cock did the work for him as it ripped the zipper apart almost. He didn’t have the biggest cock, at only 6 inches long and 5 inches around. Sure, it was up there, but he’d seen bigger. But as he lay there, he brought his hand against his bare flesh and was immediately greeted by nearly a fountain of pre as it launched out of his cock and up his strained belly, then a smaller spurt as he rubbed the pre around his tip and then started working lower with a slow stroke. He both spread the pre down as he started rubbing down his cock and sent bolt after bolt of pleasure up his spine. This was one of the best solo sessions he’d ever had, and this was just the first downward stroke. As his lowered his grip even further, he pushed a little firmer with the other hand as he rubbed his belly, turning it more into a massage, just as he bottomed out on his shaft.

The sensation was almost too much, but he kept at it slowly pulling upwards now, tilting his head and looking around the curtains and blinds, a little sliver afforded him the sight of Mark, his rear pointed straight at him as he bent low to fix something with a rather large wrench, his pert bubble butt turning as he tossed the wrench back into a tool-box and as he turned, Jason caught sight of his substantial bulge. This was the catalyst for a huge eruption from Jason. He couldn’t hold back as he slammed his fist down to the base of his cock, gripping hard on it as he bucked weakly up to it (what with his belly holding him back). His cock began spasming with a great pull of his balls upward and a geyser like climax that shot clean up to his chin, and then the next few over his belly which he just continued to rub. He never came this quick, but boy howdy was it a huge one for him. He was still erupting all over his lower belly as his climax came to a slowing smolder and an intense inferno of an afterglow blazed upwards to his cheeks and down into the rest of his body. He lay there in place, just panting and rubbing his belly as his other hand relaxed and fell to the way side, a string of cum connecting his cock to his hand until the string struck his waist and stuck there while his hand fell to the side to relax.

Jason slowly began to come to as he lay there, the glow deep and intense, more so than ever before. This had to be the single most intense sexual experience of his life thus far, even if it had been way too short. This cemented it, he had a thing for bellies and muscle, and now he could no longer deny it to himself. And Mark was a prime example of his lusts, with his bulging muscles, big round belly, pert blubber butt and a heck of a package not so hidden away. His own scent rose to his nostrils and he breathed deeply of it, but that’s when it hit him. Despite loving his own scent, which was as corn chip as it got outside of Mark’s, he had the sudden realization that he shouldn’t be filling the RV with such at the moment and immediately opened the window with the little rotary shaft and then jumped into the bathroom, removing his clothes hastily as he went leaving them along the floor, pulling the curtain shut and almost diving for the shower.

The cold water shocked him back to reality even more so, and it wasn’t long before he was cleaned, dried, and looking for clean clothes while putting his now cum soiled clothing back in the little pile of his own clothes that was gathering at the footboard area of his bed (not that he had one, just in the corner afforded by the short stub of a wall that formed the little cubicle of bed-space he had on the lower bunk). He pulled on a set of boxers, coveralls and a wife-beater and just as he was putting the claps of the coveralls together, he heard the distinct soft but higher pitched sound of the backhoe blaring with 3 long soundings of its horn. They couldn’t have finished already, could they have? But apparently, as he stepped out, they were already done with demolishing the house and getting all the larger clumps of debris into the container. The dust cloud was even clear.

“Wow, that didn’t take long” Jason uttered, not totally aware of the double entendre. As he stood there, he absent mindedly rubbed his belly through his coveralls and noticed as tight as his belly was still, it had a slight give to it, like either he had digested a bit of it, or perhaps there was a bit of flab beginning to form already, but that was preposterous right? He shook his head and donned his PPE and began helping get the piles of debris that were left over into the bin. As he worked with the crew and the hours flew by, it wasn’t long before his belly was actually grumbling again, apparently hungry for more. Most impossible as it was, it had happened. Good thing, as he sat the last of the last pile of trash into the bin that it was lunch time. He’d have to wash up again, but worth it to see what was in store for lunch if breakfast had been so good.