Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2016 15:23:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Carolina Cornhole Diary Part One

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Carolina Cornhole Diary Part One


"I've been having fun in the Carolina backwoods since I was a boy.  Then it
was explorin', huntin', and the like but now I've sort of got a few things
going on; my wood business, that's my official job, finding knotty
hardwoods that sell for a lot of money, and then there's my traditional
family business which is my unofficial job.  I think you can guess what
that is.  Actually the production is done way back in a holler and the
storage area is nearer the property.  It ain't much compared to how things
used to be but it still puts money in my pocket.

But, that ain't what's the reason for this diary of sorts.  The fun I've
been having today is, plain and simple, cornholin' the boys hereabouts.  Of
course most every boy around here been experimentin' with each other a
little, that's just a fact of life, but there are some that take a likin'
to it and they're lookin' for more if you know what I mean.

I was never much for bein' cornholed, truth be told, but I do like being on
the givin' end of things.  I liked it that way when I was younger and I
didn't take to girls like most of my friends did in high school; they was
alright as sex goes but girls be expectin' too much attention and I wasn't
going to spend that kind of time and money getting' laid once or twice a
week when I can get it for free more than that with the local boys - less
complicated and definitely more fun.

I guess I have what's called a reputation, three of them to be exact. If
your lookin' for rare wood, I can find it if it grows in these here parts.
If your lookin' for quality whiskey in a jar, well you might be able to get
it every now and then from me if you know the right people.  Then there is
another, lesser known, reputation amongst local boys; they might be able to
get something they want if they visit in the late afternoons and that could
include their first taste of moonshine, or something else, or both.

Let me tell you a few tales of some of the boys that come around.  I do get
`em comin' around at all ages but I chase the young'uns off.  They
shouldn't be sippin' whiskey afore twelve or thirteen for one thing.  The
other thing is they should be learnin' with their buddies 'fore comin' to
me.  They mostly want to do something just to be bad and there is plenty of
mischief to be had without comin' out here to me.  Every once in a while
there'll be a wild one but I have a sure fire way of dealing with that.

For example, there was one time I was workin' out back and a boy about ten
or eleven showed up, one of Duval boys if'n you know the family.  Cute kid,
blond hair half in his eyes.  He also had on bib overalls and nothin' else.
They was hand-me-downs as they hung off the straps and showed all the way
down to the boy's naked hip bone seen from the side.

"What do you want?"

"I came to get a taste of some corn squeezin's," was the straight forward
reply.

"Don't know what you're talkin' about."

"Yes you do.  I heard from some boys that they came out here and got a
taste."

"They was tellin' you a tale, boy.  Now go on and git, I've got work to
do."

"They said you would let me have some if I did somethin' for you."

"What might that be?"

"Let you put your pecker up my butt."

I laughed.

"Boy, you couldn't get the tip of my pecker in your butt."

"Could to!" the lad said, petulantly defiant.

I decided to prove my point.

"Boy, you ever put your finger up your butt?"

"Y-y-yeah ..."

"I want you to lick it and stick it up there for me.  Go on, you ain't got
nothin' in the way."

The boy did as he was told, licking his finger and reaching in behind using
the side opening of his overalls.

"You got it in there?"

I knew he did from the way his nose was all scrunched.

"Yeah."

"Now move it around."

He did.

"Feel how tight that is?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, now I want you to see something."

I undid my belt and unbuttoned.  I could see the boy starin'.  I slid my
jeans down a little and flopped my cock out.  Now, I've seen a few longer
than mine but there are very few thicker.  Seein' the boy fingering his
butt had gotten the blood flowin' so I was hanging nice and fat.

The boy's mouth hung open and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

"You think you want this up your butt, boy?"

"N-n-no, sir!"

"Well, you git' then and don't you come back or I'ma gonna be tellin' your
mama whatcher up to."

That boy skeedaddled faster than a squirrel seein' a hawk overhead.

I had a couple boys around twelve, thirteen that I didn't chase off, truth
be told, but they'rn too small for my cock.  I let them suck me but that's
not as satisfying as cornholin'.

One of them thirteen year olds was Rudy.

Rudy was unusual for these here parts because he was circumcised due to his
religion which also made him and his family unusual around here in general.
I never paid no mind to that sort of thing, religion I mean, after I was
ten.  Didn't see much point in it when I was a boy and I don't see any
point in it now.  Mostly people worrying about dying which is going to
happen anyhow.

I saw out the window of my shop Rudy wanderin' around fer awhile; I guess
he was getting' up his courage.  It was a warm day in late spring and Rudy
just had jeans and some sneakers on.  His skin was a pale white and wasn't
dirty neither like most of the boys hereabouts. His smooth, muscled body
was right attractive and I could see a nice line down his thin belly.
Right smack in the middle was a deep set belly button popped up nice and
round.  I was thinking of what running my rough hand over that would feel
like if I had him bent over one of my workbenches when I saw Rudy head
towards my shop.

I met him at the open door.

"Hey, Mr. Yarborough," the boy greeted with a slight tremor in his
high-pitched voice.

"Hey, yourself, Rudy."

There was a momentary pause.

"Is – is this where you do all your work?"

"Most of it."

"Oh."

"You can come in and take a look around if'n you want.  Just be careful
about touching any of the tools, y'hear."

The boy came in like a fawn peeking into a clearing.

"I'll be careful, Mr. Yarborough."

The boy had a round face with wide-set, brown eyes looking even more open
and innocent by the arc of the wider still eyebrows above them.  His short
brown hair matched his irises exactly but did nothing to hide his quite
large ears.  His lips were poutingly full and a shade of crimson that stood
out from his decidedly creamy skin.

For a time I watched the boy walk about, unsure of his surrounding and
trying to appear interested, pre-occupied with other thoughts.  He avoided
any eye contact.  His smooth, rounded cheeks were tinted a blushing pink.

I broke the silence.

"You don't seem like the type to be interested in wood, Rudy."

"Well, I ... Um, you see ..."

I waited.

"Well, I kinda heard some of the boys talking."

"About what?"

"About how ...," the rest came in a rush, "How you gave them a taste of
your moonshine."

"Is that why you're here?"

"Y-y-yeah."

He didn't seem too sure.  I wanted a bit more information.

"What boys might these be, if'n I can ask?"

"J-Jimmy Austin and Bobby Johnson."

I knew those two boys; they came for `shine but ended up tasting something
else.

"Jimmy and Bobby, huh?  And they told you I gave them some `shine?"

"Um ... they didn't tell me, exactly.  I ... I just sorta heard `em talkin'
that's all."

"Well, them boys came up askin' for a taste of corn liquor but they didn't
like it none so I doubt they'd be talkin' `bout that."

Rudy pressed his lips together; he looked upset, `bout to cry almost.

"Come over here boy," I said waving him over to an old couch near the side
of the shop.  I sat down and pulled the standing boy close to me with my
arm around his waist.

"Now I want you to tell me the truth, you don't really want a taste of corn
liquor, do you?"

"N-no," the boy answered truthfully, blubbering a little.

"What'd you overhear them boys sayin'?"

"I can't say, Mister Yarborough, I just can't!"

I felt him tense up and I gave the crook of his back a little rub to ease
his distress some.

"Sure you can, Rudy.  Boys are boys and it's right natural for a boy to be
interested in certain things.  You heard Jimmy and Bobby talkin' and you
came up here because you're curious, right?"

The boy nodded.

"Tell me what it is your curious about."

I waited and the boy blushed, too shy to say.

"You heard those boys talkin' about my cock, ain't that right?  And you
wanted to see it?  That's why you're here?"

"Y-yeah," the boy replied quietly, staring at the floor.

"That's alright, Rudy, you can see it if you want."

"I can?" the boy asked, half hopeful and half doubting.

When he looked at me I could see his eyes were watery with almost uncried
tears, one or two had escaped.

"You certainly can."

I stood up from the couch.

"Why don't you take a seat right there," I indicated where I had just been
sitting.

The boy sat.  He was at a perfect eye level and I stood back about two feet
from the youngster.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, Mister Yarborough."

I undid my belt and unsnapped the top button of my jeans.  Rudy was
watching every step of the process intently.  I slowly undid each button,
working down, teasing the boy.  I paused.  Rudy looked up and I smiled at
him, knowing what he was waiting for.  He smiled back, happy.

I scooted my jeans down and, with two fingers, slid my shorts, unhurriedly
revealing my thick cock and hairy balls to the boy.

"Golly, Mister Yarborough!"

He stared in wide-eyed wonder for a good while.

"You want to touch it?"

"Y-yeah."

The boy licked his lips and reached forward just barely touching the
bulbous, hooded end with his thin fingers.

"Go on, get hold of it," I encouraged, "You know what to do if'n you want
to see it hard."

The boy took up the task, earnestly jerking my hanging cock.  Watching
Rudy's face with such an intense interest in working my cock had me swole
up in no time at all.  It was thick enough for the boy to haf'ta use both
hands to grab hold of it.  The veins, blood full, ran down each side.

"Well, Rudy, whad'ya think?"

"It's really big, Mister Yarborough," was the boy's enthusiastic reply,
"Bobby said it was the biggest he ever saw and was he ever right!"

"Glad you like it.  You can get yours out, too, if'n you want."

The boy didn't haf'ta be told twice. Rudy slid his beltless jeans down in
two shakes, didn't even bother with his zipper.  His cut boy cock stood
pointy-hard like a spike, the top half fiery red from the brown line of his
circumcision.  The head was a whitish blue running to a deep, grape jelly
purple at the rim.

"That's a nice hard cock, Rudy."

The boy beamed with pride.

"You playin' with it every day?" I asked with a smile.

The youngster blushed.

"Yeah," was the sheepish admission.

"Good!  That's what they're for!"

We both laughed together.  I decided it was time to move on to the next
step.

"What else did you hear Bobby and Jimmy say `bout their comin' out here?" I
asked directly.

"Well ... uh ..."

"Go on now, don't be shy."

"I heard `em say that ... that they sucked on your cock."  The last part
quietly trailed off.  The boy looked up with innocent eyes.  "Is that true,
Mr. Yarborough?"

"Yep, they sure did.  They both liked sucking on it, too."

I waited.

"You think your ready fer that?"

The boy gulped.

"Yeah," came the meek reply.

I held out my cock in offering.

"Go on now, boy, get what you came for."

Let me say something here.  I am a decent man, just because I live and work
in the woods doesn't mean I don't practice sound hygiene but I work hard.
The day had been a hot one and I had been sweatin' pretty good.  When I
dropped my jeans and shorts you could say I had the ripe smell of a man.  I
could understand why Rudy hesitated.

"Don't be afraid now."

I slid my wrinkled dark foreskin half back revealing a smooth, glistening
roundness.

Rudy's eyes looked up and sought my permission, permission to do what was
forbidden. I knew what he was just coming to fully realize, what it was
what he wanted. I'd seen it in boys before.

"Go on."

The boy leaned his thin neck forward and touched my cock tip to his lips.

"Get a good taste, boy," I encouraged.

That he did.  He opened his mouth and put his lips around my purple plum
and sucked that big head, rolling my skin all the way back and getting' a
full mouthful of flavor.

Rudy moaned with an inner satisfaction.

"Yeah, that's good," I sighed, assuring the boy and knowingly echoing his
inner thoughts.

Rudy grabbed at the wide base of my shaft with his delicate, thin fingers.
Overwhelmed by the desire for a man's cock, he soon lost all restraint,
sucking like a newborn calf, this way and that.

"That's it, work your way around that head," I directed.

Rudy might have sucked some of his friends but I could tell he didn't know
how to handle a cock this size.

"Your gonna haf'ta open your jaw wider to git more, boy," I coached.

Rudy went down and, naturally, gagged some, but I could tell from the boy's
enthusiastic efforts that he was going to be a dedicated cocksucker in
years to come.  After a minute or two, I pulled him off my sloppy, dripping
rod.  He caught his breath and in a few seconds was fixin' to go down agin'
when I stopped the teen.

"Why don'cha give those nuts a good suck, boy?" I suggested.

He had a look of doubt for a moment but that was quickly overridden by pure
lust.  I eased him towards my sweaty nuts.  He put his lips to my right
testicle, kissing the ridged flesh.  I pressed the boy's head into my
crotch, covering his nostrils with my hot bag.  The scent was overpowering.

"Ohhh!" came a high-pitched groan deep from within the boy's slender chest.

Rudy desperately grabbed at his crotch.  He barely got his hand on his cock
before he came.

At the sight of this youth undone by desire, I felt a rush, ready myself to
unleash my pent up load.  I pulled Rudy's head back by his short locks with
my left hand, tilting his face upward, his mouth half open and eyes half
closed in his orgasmic throes.  I stroked deliberately with my right,
forcefully sliding the slick skin over my swollen organ with painful
intensity.

Waiting for Rudy to return to a semi-awareness of where he was, I struggled
to hold back the coming explosion.  The instant the boy's brown eyes
refocused on the turgid glans that was a foot from his face I blew my load.

"Uhhnnnggghh!"

I couldn't help it, the first blast shot over the boy's head and onto the
shop floor.  I desperately tried to redirect the second rope which hit my
hand grasping the boy's sweaty locks.

"Uhhhnn ... Uhhhnnn ..." I groaned, spurting again and again.

Finally in control, I pumped my pearly seed over the boy's blushing cheeks
and onto the bridge of his lightly freckled nose.  Giving a great gasp as I
expelled the last of my ejaculate onto the parted red lips of the twelve
year old boy, I finished by smearing my sloppy cockhead over the boy's
pouting, wanting lips, giving him a full taste of my semen.

My lust spent, I gently released my grip on the boy's hair.  We both were
panting, trying to catch our breath.  I stood back.

Looking down at Rudy, heart still pounding, I watched my now runny semen
sliding down the boy's cheeks and chin, dripping to join his on his bare
thighs.  The youngster, equally spellbound, followed my cock as it drooped
lower and lower, a white drop forming at its tip.  I smiled at the boy's
obvious interest. I took my hanging cock in my fist and squeezed the pearl
free, then licked it from the edge of my hand with an exaggerated smack of
my lips and tongue.  Rudy smiled.  I quickly tucked my spent cock into my
drawers and hoisted my jeans.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I said affectionately.

I grabbed my bandanna from my back pocket and tenderly wiped the boy's
freckled cheeks and wet lips. I stood him up on the couch and ran the
sticky rag over Rudy's smooth thighs, mopping up our combined semen.  Rudy
had his own shiny pearl at the tip of his boyhood.  I took it with the very
end of my index finger and slowly, while Rudy looked on, put the drop to my
lips for a taste.

"Boy, let me assure you, it's a mighty better taste than whiskey!"

We both laughed at that.

I pulled the boy's pants back up over his flat butt and set him on the
floor.

"You did real good, Rudy," I praised as I fluffed his hair.

"Thank you, Mr. Yarborough."

I put my hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Now, Rudy, listen," I warned in a serious tone, "I want you to be careful
in these here woods.  Don't be a'wanderin' around near the ridges, you
understand?  A boy could get hurt."

"Yes sir, Mr. Yarborough."

"I want you to steer clear of drinkin' whiskey, too.  I don't want to hear
about you doin' that, okay?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Yarborough."

"I got me some work to do, so you go on now and git."

"Okay, Mr. Yarborough."

I gave the boy a friendly pat on the back and watched him go happily on his
way.  He turned back a couple of times to wave, a beaming smile on his
face.

Rudy came by a few more times that spring and summer but he wasn't the type
of boy that I really had a hankerin' for - them were the cornholin, kind.

Well, I ain't quite got to the cornholin' yet, but I will in the next
chapter, I promise.  I'll tell y'all about the kinda boys I really like,
the chunky ones that have an ass that can take a thick cock like mine.  So
y'all come back now, hear."


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