Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2009 08:01:45 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Taking Care of Morning Wood, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay College ++Hey young middle school kid! This doesn't refer to chopping wood afore breakfast. Uh uh, this is nasty stuff that you can read when you are 18 or more, until then, please go back to your 'puter games. The rest of you dirty boys, hang. I'm not goin' to tell ya all the borin' facts. I know ya are most intrested in action, but me, Dexter Wright, nineteen years on Earth, of Buckley County, the center of the chicken raisin' area are here at this college to get eight points (they call it) to add to my agri studies and then git a real college degree. Whooee! Anyways I bin here at this school fer two days. It's February and it's cold as a witches tit. Lucky I don't hafta go out to milk the cows or git the eggs in this here ice box of a town. Now it's six AM. I got 'bout a half hour afore I got to git dressed in city clothes (no overalls) and sit in that classroom listenin' to that old guy spout off 'bout Shakespeare. Now, lak ever' morning I wake up with my friend callin' to me an' jumping up and down to greet the dawn. It is still dark, bein' February so I jes relax and let my hand snake down to my friend there 'tween my legs. Oh how I wish I wuz back home. My brother Hiram would be after my male organ right now. I closed my eyes and pretended that my hand wuz his hand. It was okay, but not the same. Suddenly I felt another strange hand, a warm hand, a hand that knew what it wanted. It pushed my hand away and began makin' friends with little Dexter. He lak'd it. He got bigger and his tip wuz juicin' up. I peeked through my closed eyes to see who my kind stranger was. It wuz still to dark to see, but I daren't make too much fuss for fear he might stop that fine strokin' he was beginning. I heered him talkin'. "Oh Bobby you cute thing. You slept naked. How cute. You're really up and shaking this morning. Just relax yourself and let Danny take care of you. You're going to have a big one, I can tell. Just let it happen Babe." I guess I wuz too under the spell of his hands to even do anything but moan slightly. Who was Bobby? Why was this boy, who I now wuz in love with, leastways his hands? Now he found my big round ball bag and he was tickling the back of it. Whooee, that aluz gits me crazy. My thick, smooth, muscular thighs began to lift sliightly and got into a motion lak as if I was fuckin; "My sweet Bobby, your ball sac seems bigger than usual, and those balls are like as golf balls. You sure are growing, And I can't remember that you had so much pre cum before. Twice I thought you had cum already. Oh, you're now getting close. You're singing your cum tune. A difference one than usual, but sweet. Let it come dear babe." Well his crooning voice and his fresh hands were bringin' me up to the gates of heaven. I let out one long howl and let the milk flow. It shot up to my chin, then the next coated my chest, then my belly and finally dribbled into the blond hair 'round my male organ. I wondered for a moment how I wuz gonna git outa bed without the milk drippin' all over, but this nice stranger had the solution. In a moment his face wuz at the chin licking away. He licked down and scooped up ever' bit of milk. He thanked me and patted my soft organ and tiptoed out. I felt good. A little sleepy, but I got myself up and went to my first class. I don't know why, but this class 'bout Shakespeare had only males in it and they wuz a little lady-like. Skinny and acting tired -like. They all seemed to lak me. I heered one boy say nice things 'bout my blond hair and "Those blue eyes and full lips," then he pretended he wuz fanning himself. I didn't understand, but I gave them one of my most friendly smiles and two of the boys fell back, sepin' they were caught afore they fell by another boy. They sure laughed a lot. One thing I noticed is that they all spoke so fine lak actors. That boy who started my day so nice, he also spoke lak that. I wonder if he might be in the class here. I looked around. Many of the boys looked real nice, but there was one who looked a little lak the picture of Mr. Shakespeare that was on the wall over there. The same dark chin whiskers and small moustache. That boy (and Mr. S.) were both hot. "Hot" is a word that Hiram taught me. He wuz up on the latest words being that he was two years older and hung with those kinda boys. Yeah, that boy in my class wuz hot. I found out his name was Daniel. Funny Danny was the name the boy who stroked me this mornin' called himself. Wouldn't it be a fun thing if'n that was he. I checked him out. He wuz taller 'n me, maybe 'bout four inches more n' my sex feet, He has kinda long hair an' I 'member I did feel hair tickling my chest when he feasted on my milk. I tried not to look at him too much, but I saw his smooth white skin and long slim body n' I lak'd what I seen. I hoped, if that was my mornin' visitor, that he was truly this Daniel. Well, I know you don't want to hear 'about where and what I ate for lunch or the other course I took that day, but by the end of the day, I was plum tired. Usin' my head so hard is almost as tirin' as milkin'.duties. Well, I brushed my teeth, Paw alwuz told me to take care of 'em else I'd have none lak him. When I finished, I smiled at myself and admired how those teeth shone white and sparkling in the fading light of evening. I took off my city clothes and naked as usual, flopped into bed and was off to dreamland. Nex thing I knew, that magic hand was working on my 'rection. This time it was movin' real fast and it musta bin at work a time cause I was leakin' like an old hose, my belly covered with first milk-dew. I could hear my sweet friend sighing in pleasure as he brought me closer to spurting. Then to my surprise, he moved right close and put his lips, that were hotter than a fire poker, right on my lips. My own lips jes took to this treatment lak natural and I pushed my lips out and we sucked at each other for a time, but my boilin' point wuz on me. I was about to brim over, then it came. Jes at the first spurt pushed up and landed against my chest, his tongue pushed into my mouth. I never had such a thing afore and it was too good to stand. I began pushing milk out so much that I wuz afeered I'd driwn Finally it stopped. Then my fella knew it wuz time for a snack. His hot tongue lapped up all the milk I had made. Then he kissed me again, quickly and tiptoed out of the room, just as the mornin' light wuz comin' in the window. That day in class I noticed that this handsome Daniel was whispering with one of his friends and they were laughing and slappin' their legs as he tol' his story. I wondered if'n if wuz 'bout me. I didn't have my lovin' stranger visitin' me for several days. I thought it might never happen agin, but five days passed. Now the days were alengthenin' and when I woke up at six o'clock there were faint mornin' light comin' in the window. I was happy was a duck in water when I felt that warm hand push my hand away and lovingly begin a slow no-hurry wake-up of my happy organ. I began dripping early milk and I began to feel that my big event was comin' soon, but suddenly he stopped. I peeked through my eyelids and saw the long curly dark hair of my classmate Daniel. His sweet face was lying on my hip and he pushed out the longest tongue I ever did see and lapped at my organ. Oh my, oh my, that felt better than anythin' I ever felt since Hiram did it. But he wasn't goin' stop at a few laps, no sir, he lifted his head and got into position and he pursed up his lips and opened his mouth and put his hot mouth over the tip of my organ. I couldn't help but shout out, "Oh Daniel, don't stop what you're doing, keep it up." Hearing my voice, he pulled off my organ, makin' it and me very sad. He stared at me. "You're not Bobby," he said angrily. "No sir, I ain't. I'm Dexter, or Dex if you prefer. The lad who you have been makin' happy these six times. Who's Bobby?" Well he 'plained. Bobby used to have this room. I guess he jest didn't return to college or was livin' somewhere else. He tol' me that Bobby was on the football team and didn't lak to admit he enjoyed Danny's hand pretended it was just something magical. He also was not a nice person as he pushed Danny away very roughly and twiced punched him in the face when Danny kept suckin' after Bobby had his milk time. "But you are much sweeter, Dex." Then he was silent for a minutes. "Dex, could you stand up? I would love to see your ass." End Part One Ass? Why would he like to see our farm boy's ass? Does he have a plan?