Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 11:11:54 -0700 From: Macout Mann Subject: In the Great Depression 5 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! 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 5 Chris and Jase That night, when they've gone up to bed, a bare-chested Christopher comes into Jason's room, carrying his kerosene lamp. Jason is already under the sheet. "What's up, Chris?" Christopher puts the lamp on the bedside table and sits on the edge of the bed. "Were you telling the truth, Jase?" he asks. "The truth?" "When you said, `I think I may be that way too.'" "Yes." "Have you ever...?" "Played around with another boy?" Jason finishes the question for him. Christopher nods. "Yeah." Jason continues, "a neighbor back in Jackson and his cousin. We've beat each others' dogs and sucked dick. Acted like we was goanna fuck, but never have. "You?" "You know I have," Christopher says. "Got started when I was twelve. A friend of mine's older brother. He'd been fucking around with Mason, my friend; and he got Mason to find a reason to go off and leave me by myself for a few minutes. Then he came in and started talking to me real friendly like. Then he brings up sex. And one thing leads to another. He says he has a real big cock. Asks me if I want to see it. Before I know it, he's got me sucking on it." "Gosh," Jason says. "Well, it's not long before he's fucking me and Mason. And the two of us are fucking and sucking each other. And I'm loving it. I was really hooked. Even more once I could shoot off. I had to face facts. I'm queer. "Mason's brother starts to tell his buddies about me. I get together with some of them. By the time I was your age I'd been with everybody that had clawed their crotch in front of me. "I can't say I'm ashamed. I just wish I could be myself." Jason's five and a half inches is tenting the sheet, and there is no hiding it. Christopher reaches over and feels him through the percale fabric. "Oh yes," Jason murmers. "Jase, I've wanted to do that ever since the time we jacked off out in the woods," Christopher declares. He throws off the sheet, exposing Jason's thin body in all its nakedness. He leans over and gently nibbles Jason's right nipple, then his left. For Jason it is a new sensation. When frisking with his companions in Jackson, there was no foreplay. "Oh, Chris. That's so wonderful," he whispers. "That's only the beginning," Christopher responds. Jason lies inert, except for his throbbing prick, as Christopher continues to stimulate his tingling body. He fingers, then tongues and blows into the younger boy's ears, whispering "You never knew an ear could be so sexy, did you?" Then he takes each ear into his warm mouth. He nibbles Jason's pits and tastes their mustiness. He rubs his palms down the fourteen-year-old's torso and teases his belly button with his finger and his tongue. He massages Jason's thighs and cups his ass cheeks, while he kisses his way down the abs that are just beginning to show fuzzy evidence of the treasure trail to come. Finally he cups the younger boy's nuts and buries his nose in the fuzzy pubes that are Jason's pride and joy. Instinctively, Jason responds by reaching for his cousin and clutching his better-developed pecs. As Christopher embraces Jason's rigid prong, Jason reaches for Christopher's groin only to realize that his partner is only half naked. Cristopher is intent on his immediate task, however, and now his lips envelop the lollipop that has been his goal. His tongue pierces the piss slit and thoroughly licks its cut head and plump pole, beginning to massage it up and down, covering it with warm saliva. Jason has never experienced anything like this. He moans ecstatically. He trembles uncontrollably. He wants the bliss to go on forever, but his balls need the relief of orgasm. But Christopher has mastered the art of edging. It is several minutes before he lets his partner trade the euphoria of stimulation for the euphoria of release. Jason erupts. He sends a torrent of cum down Christopher's willing throat. Jason feels exhausted. Yet he summons the energy to unbuckle Christopher's belt and unzip his trousers. Christopher assists in removing them and climbs in next to Jason, snuggling up to share his elation. They cuddle long enough for Jason to recover. "That was the most marvelous thing that ever happened to me," Jason says. "I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I loved being able to do you." Jason becomes aware of Christopher's hard dick pressing against his rear. His only thought is to return the favor. It's pretty amazing how well Jason is able to duplicate the foreplay that Christopher had demonstrated. Must be a trait that's inbred. Jason is no stranger to sucking dick, but Christopher had done things that Jason would never have thought of. He isn't the expert that Christopher is, but he manages to give almost as well as he has received. Christopher is satisfied. They fall asleep in each other's arms, pelvises pressed together, dicks entwined. The alarm rings on Saturday morning just like every other. Christopher pads back into his room and both boys complete their morning routines. After breakfast Jason and Will attack the weeds along the road with scythes, while Christopher watches. Tomorrow there will be guests for dinner, and Uncle Luke wants the place to look as neat as possible. After that chore is complete, Jason takes Christopher over to the kitchen, where one of the negro girls is churning butter. Christopher had never seen butter that didn't materialize from a grocery store. Jason has the girl show Christopher how cream is separated from the raw milk and then churned. Then the buttermilk is poured off and the butter is kneaded to remove any traces of buttermilk, finally being formed into a mound and placed on a butter plate. Jason also asks her to show Christopher the clabber she has made. "You can have some for supper tomorrow night, if you want," Jason tells him. "It's the stuff that Little Miss Muffet was eating. I pass, myself." They laze around for the rest of the day. Before supper, Aunt Mary suggests the four of them have a game of 500 Rummy, which Christopher easily wins. "It's one of my dad's favorite pastimes," he says. "We play it all the time." Come night Jason lies in bed hoping for another visit from Christopher. When he doesn't show up, a frustrated Jason lights his lamp and goes into the adjacent room. "I was hoping you would come," a still-awake Christopher sighs. He is lying on his back with his already-stiff pole in the air. Without a word, Jason climbs in next to Christopher. They embrace and mutually begin to stimulate each other's erogenous zones like they had the night before. "I want you to fuck me," Christopher whispers. "And I want to fuck you. You ever had a cock up your ass?" "Nah," Jason answers. "Never fucked anybody either." "All I've got is some Jergens Lotion," Christopher says, "but it'll do." He has already set out the bottle on the bedside table. "Finger fuck me," Christopher commands, as he takes Jason's rod into his warm mouth and thoroughly moistens it. Jason finds that the seventeen-year-old's sphincter readily yields to his finger's intrusion. Christopher moans appreciatively. Then he rubs lotion generously on Jason's shaft and rolls onto his stomach. "I gotta have that sausage right now," he says. "Fuck me, man!" He pulls his cheeks apart. The moonlight streaming through the tall windows give barely enough light for Jason to guide his dick to Christopher's rosebud, but he can feel his knob press against its target. "Give it to me, Jase!" Jason forces his dick into the space that his finger has just filled. He feels his still-sprouting pubic hairs scratch Christopher's ass cheeks. And he is rewarded by the most amazing sensation he has ever felt. "That's the way. Fuck me, man," Christopher giddily exclaims. Jason's primal instincts take over. He gently begins to lift his own ass up and down to massage his bone against Christopher's tight rectum. "Yes..." Christopher moans. It seems that Jason's dick has a mind of its own. His thrusts increase speed. He begins to pound his cousin's ass. The bodies of both are covered with sweat. "That's the way. Oh fuck, yes." Christopher's voice is barely above a whisper, but its tone is that of a shout. And as he approaches orgasm, Jason grunts with pure animal lust. He releases several spouts of his hot semen into Christopher's colon, then collapses on top of his partner's body. He is sated. They lie still for several minutes as Jason's tube deflates. Jason will never be the same. He basks in the joy that only complete sexual fulfillment can give. A once in a lifetime experience. And Christopher, realizing what feelings are overwhelming Jason, is also thrilled. He looks forward to Jason's next experience, hoping it will be equally fulfilling for him. As for himself, he knows there are few things as satisfying as taking a cherry. Jason finally rolls off of Christopher's prone body. And Christopher immediately cups Jason's slender pecs and feels down his gut to rub off the residue of the fluids on his dick. "Are you ready to lose your virginity, Jase?" Christopher asks. "If it will be anything like as wonderful as that was," Jason eagerly responds. "It will be awful painful at first," Christopher says, "but once your ass is accustomed to having a cock up it, it'll feel great. I promise." He has Jason lie on his stomach, pours a bit of lotion in his ass crack, and begins to prepare his ass for penetration. "When you start fucking your buddies back home, filch a jar of Vaseline from your mom's vanity," Christopher tells him. "That works better, but even spit'll do in a pinch. I've even been dry fucked. That's not bad once you're used to having cock up your ass." When Jason's ass is as open as it's going to get, Christoper has him lay on his back. He relights a lamp, saying that he wants to see Jason's face as he's deflowered, and then again begins with his ears, and nibbles from his neck all the way to his ass. Jason is tingling all over. "I'd tongue your asshole, if the lotion didn't taste so bad. Another good reason to use Vaseline." As gently as possible, Christopher's knob taps Jason's anus. "Ssssssss..." Jason would have screamed, but he is careful not to wake their aunt and uncle. "The pain won't be so bad after a minute or two," Christopher counsels. "I'll go in slow. Just let me know when it starts to feel better." Jason is only the fourth cherry boy that Christopher has had, but to him penetrating a virgin ass is one of the biggest thrills a guy can have. He inhales deeply, and each time Jason signals for him to proceed he sticks his shaft another inch further into the fourteen-year-old's hole. He knows that after letting Jason fuck him, Jason will not resist. When he is all the way in, he waits. He waits until he hears Jason's plea. "Fuck me, Chris. Let me feel your dick pound my tail. Please fuck me now." Only four virgins. But five years of fucking and being fucked in the schools, churches, YMCAs, parks, and private homes of Brooklyn, New York, have made Christopher a fucking expert. For fifteen minutes his dick provides Jason with a variety of sensations his cousin could never have dreamed of. Then in one final movement he thrusts seemingly further than he has before and releases a torrent of cum into Jason's ass. "Yes!" he whispers. "Now, Jase, you are just as queer as I am." "Fucking aye," is Jason's response. "I loved to watch your face. You seemed to be in heaven," Christopher says. "I loved to watch yours. It was like you were on a mission." "I was." Christopher turned out the lamp, and they embraced as tightly as they could, until sleep came and they both relaxed.