Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 13:07:44 CDT From: rob joliet Subject: Rob's Adventures Chapter one Rob's Adventures This is a fictional piece of work. Spring 1969 My father and stepmother had just purchased a small farm in the village of Godley. I have lived in Godley since I was three years old I have 2 brothers and 3 sisters. My stepmother had 5 boys and one girl, they were all older then my eldest brother. Three of the boys and the daughter were married. There are children the same age as me. They rented a large farm in 1959. By 1969 my father was the mayor of the village even though were of upper society the village was noted for its two rough neck bars and a whore house We had to go to another community for school and we were looked down upon by our fellow students This is the summer of my twelfth year. I have known for several years that I was different. I did not look at girls and see potential dates. I did not even like girls. My step family would come to visit every weekend I really like to watch the boys and would get a hard on all the time. Now mind you I have never tried anything with any of them. I would always watch and then day dream about them. We had just finished moving into the new farm and damn was it a lot of work. My father decided the would hire a man to help out on the farm. He hired a man (that is how I saw he, he was 18 years old). He came from the city the son of a friend of my fathers. He stood 5'9" and weighed about 160 pounds, long brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes, and the most beautiful dark complexion. His name is Matthew Roberts, he like to be called Matt. Matt drove a 1959 chevy bel air, it was "titty pink" to quote my stepmother. He was a adonis to me. (We had just learned about great pieces of art in school, and I just knew he should have been one. Let me tell you about me like I said I am 12 years old and 4'9" tall I weigh about 90 pounds all wet. I always had short brown hair because it was the only hair cut my stepmother could do. I have brown eyes and rather scrawny looking. I was rather quite and reserved. I never talked about my sexual desires to anyone. Dad told us on Wednesday that he had hired an boy (Matt) to work on the farm, he would live with us and have every other Sunday off. In my mind I saw a boy someone my age of maybe a little older. I could not wait for Saturday to arrive. When the car drove up I was looking for this mans son to get out of the car, I was watching from a distance. The dad started to introduce him to everyone. I stepped even farther back realizing that this was no boy but a man full grown. He was shaking hands with everyone and smiling, then I was introduced to him I could feel my dick getting harder than ever and I just stood there hoping no-one would notice he held out his hand but I could not move. I just stood there looking at him, then I turned rapidly and ran for the for the barn. "Stop right there" I heard my dad say. I stopped and turned around slowly. The he ordered me to return and shake the mans hand. This was the first time I heard him referred to as a man. I walked back slowly hanging my head with tears in my eyes and put out my hand to shake and them my dad demanded that I look him in the eye. I raised up my head and I just started to cry and saying I am sorry. He smiled and said "That is alright little man". I turned and ran off to the barn. I was watching from the barn as they carried his things into the house. I had no idea where he was going to sleep, then it dawned on me that there was my older brothers bed in mine and my little brothers room. I thought no dad would not do this to me, he couldn't. I knew though where else would he have to sleep, he had to sleep and he was the son of dads friend, he would be treated like family. I walked to the woods slowly, not really understanding the feelings I was having. This was not a kid my age he was a grown man. I knew what I was thinking was wrong and I did not know what to do about it. I walked around the woods for what seamed like hours, and then laid down under the old apple tree. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew my little brother was standing over me saying are you going to do your chores. "No", that is what the hired man is for. Dad said we still have to help out. I was real upset now I would have to look at him again and have to help him too. I asked my brother "what are you going to do" then he said "I am watering everything" That was the easiest job on the farm. I got up and we walked slowly toward the barn, knowing he would be in there I did not want to see him. I decided to feed the chicken instead. I went to the grain shed and got two five gallon buckets of feed and was headed for the hen house when Matt came out of the coop. "Here let me get that for you" he said, trying to take the buckets away from me. I just looked at him hard and said "I can do this and I sure there is something else for you to do" being a real prick. While in my heart I wanted him to help me. He just shook his head and walked off. I went in the coop and just cried I had no idea why I was crying. I fed the hens and gathered all the eggs and then sat in the chicken house. When I came out of the chicken house, I saw Matt in the hogg lot. He had finished and was headed for the gate and his feet slipped out form under him and he landed in the mud hole. I never laughed so hard in all my life, he was mud from head to toe. I took the eggs in to my stepmother and told my dad what had happened (I was not laughing now). My dad started to laugh and went out on the porch and laughed and told me to get him some clean clothes from his closet, and told Matt he would have to clean up with he hose, he would not be let in the house looking like that. I ran upstairs to get him some clothes, this would give me a chance to see what he brought with him and I did not have to sneak. I found him a pair of blue jeans, and a nice blue polo shirt. I did not see any underwear or socks. I started opening the drawers to mine and my brothers dresser and all the drawers had been cleaned. The bottom drawer belonged to Matt he had boxer shorts, and socks of all colors. I smelled the clothes, but they just smelled clean. I grabbed a pair of each and closed the drawer and ran down stairs. I knew he would be naked and I wanted to see. My stepmother gave a two towels for him as I ran out the door. My brother was headed for the house and I asked "Where is that man" then he said "Matt is behind the chicken coop". My brother proceeded to the house and I went to check things out. I walked up slowly as not to make to much noise. The I caught an eye full he was totally naked standing facing me his soft cock was bigger that mine when it was hard. He was rinsing the soup out of his hair and he still had a lot of mud all over him. He was trying to hold the hose and wash at the same time, and it was not working out. I was watching his cock when I heard him say "what are you looking at" I was in shock, "nothing" I said. The he said "why don't you come over here and spray me off. I just stood there for a second and the quickly walked over to him. I took the hose and began to spray him. The mud began to wash away, while I was spraying he was soaping himself all over. Then I realized I had such a hard on that it was unbelievable. I walked around to the back of him and I just knew he was a great piece of art. He continued to soap his front while I washed is back, finally I began to rub my hand over his body to help get the mud off at least that is what I told him. Then I soaped up his back butt and legs. Then he turned around and I was rinsing his front and he asked me "Why don't you like me Rob" I just looked at him for a second then said "I like you, I am sorry for running away today and for being mean to you when you offered to help me". Then I noticed him looking down at my crotch and again realized I had a hard on still. He just smiled at me and I finished rinsing him off. I turned the water off and got him a towel and he started to dry himself. Then he looked and me and then down at my crotch and said "I think you really do like me". I was blushing now. About that time I heard my eldest sister calling us to dinner. I told Matt we better hurry dad gets mad when we are late... sorry no sex this time guys but you know it is coming. If you like you can let me know what you think at rob_joliet_@hotmail.com Copyright 2000 Rob Joliet