Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2014 22:23:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: In the Great Depression 2 This story is designed to show what life was like in the rural Southeastern United States in the 1930s. It covers several weeks during the summer of 1934. I have researched as carefully as I could to make the dialogue and events as authentic as possible. It does contain examples of homosexual sex, so please be warned! Also be aware that, given the time and place, the sex, at lease in the first few chapters, may not be as frequent or as explicit as you may be used to. Nonetheless, I think you will find the story appealing. The events depicted are totally fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Actual places and products are referred to for the sole purpose of adding authenticity to the story. Please also be aware that nifty.org could not exist without contributions from readers. Please donate. Donate what you are comfortable giving. It doesn't have to be a lot, but it means a lot to have each reader contribute something. It also means a lot to us authors to know that our work is being read and appreciated...or not. Please contact me at macoutmann@yahoo.com and let me know you are enjoying or hating the story. Copyright 2014 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. IN THE GREAT DEPRESSION by Macout Mann Part 2 Will and Andy Will is a sixteen-year-old negro boy. Or maybe he's seventeen. Anyway, this is his first year to be working full time, and Uncle Luke has assigned Jason to work with him most of the time. Will knows his way around the farm all right. He was born in one of its shacks and has been helping his folks with chores since he could walk. Jason, like most city boys in 1934, is scrawny and underdeveloped. Will looks pretty good. Farm work does build muscles. Like most skinny boys in 1934, though, Jason isn't bothered by his physique. He doesn't worry about going shirtless. He wants a good tan, even if he has to get burned to get it. The only sunscreens are Vaseline, Ungentine, or Calamine Lotion. All are too expensive to use for kids' suntans. Jason has to be careful not to be go shirtless in public places around the plantation, however. He would like to—he sometimes does when he's in Jackson—but his dad has told him in no uncertain terms that he's not to do that around here in places where he might be seen. "Going around half naked," as Jason's mom describes it, is looked down on in Jackson too. Andrew Osborne is a white boy a year older than Jason. The Osbornes are Uncle Luke's closest neighbors. Their home is on the other side of the road about a half mile from the plantation house. They are also new to Claiborne County, that is to say they moved here since the World War. Most of the gentry think they are rather common. For example, Andy Gump, as Andrew is known to the other kids, is a white boy that does go shirtless in public. Andrew got his nickname because he has a very shallow chin, making him look like the Andy Gump in the funny papers, but he doesn't seem to be bothered being kidded about his appearance by others. Still, Jason just calls him "Andy." Unlike Jason, Andy is well built. Like Will, he benefits from the exercise farm work entails. And unlike the Cromwells, the Osbornes do not have hired hands on the place. Their property is much smaller, and their family is large enough to work the farm without help. Also, unlike most everybody else, Jason doesn't go for napping in the afternoon. That may be one reason why he is first to hit the sack come evening. Instead he usually wanders about the home place while the others are sleeping. That's when he can shed his shirt and get some rays. And there's no rule against wearing short pants. Actually the most common garment that guys around Jefferson County wear is bib overalls with long sleeved shirts. The negroes especially wear long sleeves to protect against sunburn. Whites seem unaware that black skin will sunburn more quickly than white, because black absorbs the sun's rays more efficiently. That's also why negro women carry parasols when the sun's shining brightly. Long sleeved shirts with blue jeans are also worn, especially by younger men and teens. The more important men in the community, like Uncle Luke, wear khakis or seersucker slacks with a dress shirt and tie. Jason, being a city boy, has no jeans, so he wears khaki long pants or shorts with a sport shirt. Cromwell Creek flows through both the "old place," the original plantation, and the home place. Its volume isn't sufficient to be designated a public waterway, but it is strong enough to pool in several places, one of which is about fifty yards down from the road. That is the road that runs along the section line for about a quarter mile from the front of the plantation house. The road was laid out by Timothy a century before to insure that it was accessible to his land but did not intrude into it. The pool is about six feet deep when the creek is up, and although it's legally private property, Luke has never complained about kids swimming there. Trespassing is hardly ever an issue around the county anyway. Jason's Aunt Mary tells a story about a negro girl who was accosted by a visitor. "How do you get to Mr. Cromwell's place?" he man asked. "Jes go round da road or 'cross the pasture," the girl replied. So when Jason meanders through the woods one afternoon, finding Andy at the creek is not surprising. What is unexpected is to see Andy lying on the creek bank buck naked vigorously massaging his hard-on. Jason starts to turn away and retreat. "Hi, Jason," Andy calls out. "Don't run away. You aint gon' tell me you don't beat your dog!" "Well, I guess all of us do," Jason laughs. He walks over to the edge of the creek and plops down across from Andy on the opposite bank. Andy stops playing with his dick, jumps in the water and swims the few yards over to where Jason is sitting. "Pa says it makes you feeble minded, but that's gotta be a crock of shit. "Beatin' off is about the only thing a fella can do around here," he says. "I have fucked Liza—she's yall's boy, Will's, sister—a couple of times. I guess pussy's pussy, but I'd sure as shit love to put it to Sharon Willis. She gets me hard every time I look at her." The Willises run the grocery store and post office and have a small farm near Lorman. "You gettin' any tail up in Jackson," Andy asks. He sits next to Jason and starts to jack off again. "I wish," Jason giggles. Actually, Jason's experience has been with guys rather than girls. His attitude has completely changed since his long-ago encounter with Mose. Amazing what puberty does to a guy. And right now inches from Andy, his dick is responding by tenting in his shorts. Much to his relief, however, Andy draws a totally different conclusion about the cause of Jason's excitement. "I see you need to cum too," Andy says. "Might as well strip down and join me." Jason doesn't need further urging. He removes his khaki shorts, revealing that he is wearing nothing underneath. Not buying underwear for children is another way for cash strapped families to save money. Both boys joyfully prime their pumps. "Man, I bet I could find some ass in Jackson," Andy muses. "Maybe so," Jason replies. "I may just be shy." Jason pounds his six incher and watches Andy working on his larger tube. He's uncut, about an inch longer, and thicker. And he has a massive crop of pubic hair for a fifteen year old. He turns to face Jason and unleashes spurt after spurt of cum onto Jason's torso as he cries out, "Yeah, shoot off, you fucker!" A few seconds later Jason reciprocates, splashing his cream all over Andy's gut. The two boys jump into the creek, wash off the sticky stuff, and spend the next half hour dunking each other in the tepid water. Next morning Jason and Will are replacing salt licks around the pastures. "I didn't know you had a sister," Jason comments. "Who tole you I has a sister?" Will is obviously annoyed. "I guess it was Andy Osborne," Jason says. "I forget how it came up." "He's a asshole," Will responds. Jason lets the subject drop. Some folks have told him that Will is an "uppity nigger." Truth be told, Jason's relationship with black people has been limited to comparatively few contacts with them at the plantation. But to him, Will seems not all that different from white guys he knows back in Jackson, although like now, conversation with Will is restricted by the very few things they have in common. Is it going to rain? It sure is hot. Will giving instructions about a task Jason is unfamiliar with. Actually, Luke felt obligated to put Will on. Both his father and grandfather had worked for the Cromwells and had been faithful hands. After they finish putting out the salt, the boys saddle and exercise two of the mares. This is a responsibility that Jason relishes. He has loved to ride horseback ever since his dad put him on a horse back when he was barely able to hold on. That task finished, Jason heads to the house for dinner. As usual Jason forgoes a nap. He heads back to the creek, halfway hoping to encounter Andy again. Instead, he finds Will treading water, his clothes wadded up on the bank. "Thought you'd be 'sleep," Will calls. Both boys know that the swimming hole is for whites only, not that Jason particularly cares. After all, if Andy has been fucking Will's sister, what harm could there be in letting Will swim in the creek. Will quickly paddles over to the bank and scampers up. Jason is amazed by what Will is sporting. What they say about black guys' equipment must be true. Will's dick even limp looks to be at least a foot long. "You don't have to get out," Jason says. "You aint goin' to swim?" Will asks. "Nah. I'm just killing time meandering about the place. Uncle Luke wants me to saddle up and ride over to the old place with him later. One of the hands told him that somebody'd set up a still in the woods over there. "But if I wanted to go swimming, I aint got a problem with you seeing me bareassed," Jason added. Will laughs, recognizing Jason's attempt to smooth over the racial problem that had caused Will to get out of the water in the first place. Jason squats on the bank. "You come over here a lot?" he asks. Will hesitates, but then admits, "Sometimes. This time a day, everybody's 'sleep. I aint be botherin' nobody." "I dunno," Jason responds. "I saw Andy Osborne over here yesterday afternoon." "He aint gon' give me no shit," Will giggles. "I know som'en he show don't want folks to know 'bout." Jason wonders but doesn't comment. Was Andy's fucking Liza what he wouldn't want folks to know about?