From: D One Subject: The Bibs Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1998 10:22:45 GMT Acton, that was his name, sighed as he curled his toes in the dirt. The air was hot, dry and seemed to close around him. His grandparents were at church, something they did every Sunday. Acton used to go with them, but as he grew older, he slept in. At first they objected but each Summer he returned, they gave in. In the Fall, he was in school several states away which is where he was when his parents died. Their will stated and provided for him to stay in the private school. But each holiday and Summer, Acton returned to the little southern town where his grandparents lived and there he remained. He liked it there. The private school with all it's pressures, social structures, formality and regimen were quickly forgotten as he stripped down and put on his favorite clothing, his bib overalls. Across the walls in his grandmothers sewing room, their bedroom and in the living room were photos of him with his parents and by himself. And in almost everyone of the photos, Acton wore blue denim bib overalls. Of course there were photos of him in his school blazer, grey slacks, white shirt and tie..but those photographs were few. "You're gonna burn up" his grandfather would say every summer when Acton reappeared from his bedroom wearing only his bibs. His white shoulders and upper torso bait for the burning sun. But as days passed, his skin reddened and then tanned until he was the healthy looking farmboy whose image appeared in many of the photographs. His parents died when he was only nine years old. Since he rarely saw them, Acton seemed stunned rather then saddened by their deaths. The car wreck that had taken them, was like any news event Acton saw on television....dramatic, traumatic and surprising..but yet another event he had no control of. All he could do was live on. Oh he cried...maybe more out of fright and panic for himself then lost love for his parents. That was the result of their absence throughout his life...and his existence in private schools, summer camps and extended holidays at the home of his grandparents. Acton found at an early age, if he did hard physical labor, he forgot the idiots at school, his own lonliness and the ghost images of his parents. So, even at the tender age of nine or ten, he worked on his grandfather's farm. He pitched hay, shoveled horse manure, chopped wood and mowed the very large lawn..with a manual mower. And he didn't complain. By the time he was sixteen, the exercise turned him into a healthy, broadshouldered and somewhat defined young man. More then one girl whistled as he walked by..and more then one set of eyes from both male and female onlookers rested on him. When Acton did go to town, he wore his bib overalls..and reluntantly wore a shirt...unless he could talk his grandparents out of it. It was those times that he noticed the looks, smiles and winks he got. When he began to drive into town by himself, Acton found he got more then looks. People talked to him..complete strangers...as if they knew him. "It's a friendly town, just be friendly back" his grandfather advised him. So Acton learned the social skills of talking to strangers in a small town... But meeting and talking to strangers weren't always confined to words. Hands rested on his bare shoulders, knees, arms and even his chest. "My what a nice body you have" a girl would say letting her painted fingernails slide across his smooth skin...and Acton would shiver. "Nice pecs kid" the feed store clerk said letting his big hands envelope Acton's chest under his biboverall straps. Acton's cock reacted immediately to that sensation. He wondered why his erection happened..and why it happened more when a man or boy touched him then the girls. Around him, he saw other boys flirting with girls. He liked girls, but as he did his grandmother. As he grew and discovered the joys of masturbation, Acton thought about the men and boys in town..and even some of the boys back at school. Visions of their faces, bodies or memories of their words, actions added to the excitement he felt whenever he rubbed himself. That was one of the reasons Acton liked to stay home from church on Sunday. He could lay naked on his bed with the window opened..and slowly explore himself, the sensations his body seemed to offer and the often near violent times he masturbated. His grandparents weren't there to interfere, interupt or hear him. Acton would get so excited that by the time his body exploded, he was sweaty, often on the floor or moving around his room, the hallway or other rooms. The freedom of fumbling under his bib overalls....letting the straps fall so the bib lay down...or letting the entire garment fall down his smooth legs as he pumped satisfied some need deep within him. "You always were those?" the question came from Mr. Wallace, the feed store clerk who had cupped his pecs during last summer. This time the mans hands were on his bare sides. "Yep...lots of freedom" Acton explained. But he didn't need to. Wallace's hands had slid down the boys sides to his hips. "I see..no underwear either" the man muttered in reply. "Naw....wish I could...." "Stay bareass huh?" Wallace picked up on Acton's self-revealing thoughts he spoke out loud. Acton realized he was being seduced but didn't move away. "A boy like you needs a man to explore all those feelings you have" the mans hands were on Acton's bare stomach and the small of his back. They were moving, petting and sliding downward. Acton's cock was rock hard. "Yes sir" he said. Mr. Wallace was a young guy...not old enough to be Acton's father let alone grandfather. But his thick muscled arms and the black curly hair on his forearms made him seem older. "You ok?" Acton only nodded as he sucked in air feeling Wallace's hands on his bare buttocks and in his pubic hair. His erection too felt the finer tips of the man. "We should get together..." "Sunday" Acton said not thinking about what he was saying. He waited with his stomach jumping. The sound of Wallace's truck told him the man had been serious. "OK boy, I thought you wouldn't be here" Wallace stood in the doorway to his bedroom. The man wore jeans low on his hips. The top button was undone so the furry lower belly the man had was visable. His bare chest displayed his black curly hair, mansized chest and shoulders. Wallace used his feet to force each boot off. Acton stood there not knowing what to do next. "Just relax son" Wallace said as he unbuttoned the boys' bib overall side buttons then his fly. The mans hands moved inside the denim and cupped the boys balls and grasped his cock. Acton gasped......so much, so sudden and so deep, his lungs hurt. "This is going to be fun....and from now on, every Sunday I'll be here" They kissed......Acton felt the bib straps being removed from him. His overalls would fall to the floor as soon as they parted. But they didn't for a while. Wallance slid his big hands all over the boys shoulders and backside. "First time?" Acton nodded slightly, not knowing if he should confess or what he was confessing too. At least he didn't know at first. But as the morning progressed, as nearby churches filled with the sounds of parishners singing, he learned. Acton learned about the taste of a man's cock...the feeling of a man's lips on his, the painful pleasures of his nipples beign pinched and twisted, the fulfilling sound of a man's gasp as he licked nipples..and the wonderful sight of a muscular hairy man kneeling while holding his ankles and filling his rectum with more painful pelasure..and senstaions that changed his life. Acton returned Summer after Summer. He worked hard, grew more and every Sunday shared his body with Wallace and sometimes others Wallace brought with him. Every Fall, Acton returned to the school where he wore the blue blazers that identified the systemized, controlled and programmed student body. Then he stood with the others wearing a black gown...a funny had with a tassle and listened to some politician tell him about life. His grandparents had journeyed to the campus. So had Wallace and two of his friends who had spent Sunday mornings with Acton and Wallace. "OK boy what do you say now? What's next for you?" "I'm wearing them under this robe" Acton said to Wallace. Wallace's hand moved under the back of the robe and felt the firm buttocks he had learned to know for the past few yeras. The smooth muscled bare back and round shoulders..the denim straps and extened nipples underneath..the bare hip bone and the flat smooth and shaven stomach...they were all there as Wallace felt withouth notice from others. Acton had worn only his bib overalls under his graduation gown. And from now on, he planned to wear only them....back on the farm...and every Sunday mornging wear less. In the distanct future, Acton expanded his habits to other days and nights after his grandpartents died. They gave him their farm..and he worked it hard...his bib overalls a predictable sight to passersby. His healthy naked tanned body available to those who knew him..about him and he about them.