Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 14:00:51 -0800
From: bazmar <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Farm Boy Chronicle

I grew up on a 250-acre dairy farm in Iowa, the youngest of five children,
four boys and one girl.  My sister was 10 years old when I was born and my
brothers were 6, 4 and 2. I was really the baby of the family.  Mom didn't
much care for housework, preferring to work out of doors even in the dead
of winter. She gladly gave up keeping house, cooking and childcare to my
sister as soon as she was old enough to handle the tasks.

If you live on a farm there is always something to do, and every member of
the family is expected to do her or his fair share, no matter how simple,
from about the age of 3. I became very attached to my sister. I'd help her
around the house cleaning and cooking and I very much enjoyed doing those
sorts of tasks.  Even though my older brothers teased me for doing "women's
work" it didn't bother me enough to stop doing it. About the only outside
farm work I enjoyed was working in the family vegetable and flower garden.
It was part of my sister's chores to tend the garden so that we'd have
enough food to eat and put up for the winter. We also tended the chicken,
and collecting the eggs was my job exclusively from about the age of a 5.

My sister married the only guy she'd ever dated, another Iowa farm boy, a
week after they both graduated from high school.  She moved away to his
family's farm and from then on usually saw her only in church and for
Sunday dinner either at their place or ours. I missed her something
terrible, but I also knew it meant I'd never have to do outside work.  Mom
was only too pleased to agree when I offered to continue with the housework
so that she wouldn't have to resume those duties. I was happy, she was
happy, but Daddy and my brothers didn't seem any too thrilled at the
thought of a male family member doing what was supposed to be done by a
female. Though they never dared do so in front of my parents all three of
my brothers started calling me Tinkerbell when we were alone. I didn't
complain to Mom or Daddy because somehow I knew this was nothing I wanted
to bring to their attention. I let it go and pretended it didn't bother me,
but I was hurt. I knew or sensed from a very early age that I was different
from my brothers and other boys my age. I didn't much like sports, I hated
formwork, I didn't like getting dirty and I loved to "women's work."  I
also noted that I looked at cute boys in the same way they looked at cute
girls.

To understand my story you need to know a little more about living on a
dairy farm in the middle of nowhere next to nothing. First of all, outside
of school and church, life doesn't exist beyond the farm. We all had chores
to do before going to school.  Everyone got up at 4:30; I cooked breakfast
while everyone else did the feeding or the milking.  There was no such
thing as school activities, we all had to get home right after school and
the chores started as soon as we got off the bus and changed out of our
school clothes. The only social life any of us had before graduating from
high school was in the context of the church or farm families getting
together for summer cookouts or Sunday dinners. Vacations were only in the
realm of our imagination; the animals needed attention 365 days a year and
Daddy wouldn't trust anyone outside of the family to care for them. And our
life was pretty typical for the region.  As a result farm boys tend to be
very horny individuals.  Not only don't they have time to date and seduce
young girls, but also the young girls with whom they come into contact are
usually highly involved Christians who tend to keep their legs very tightly
together. I can honestly say I don't know one farm boy in our community who
hasn't at least attempted to get sucked off by a calf and most, I'd say 90%
did it with some frequency. A good number, but I'm not sure I'd say a
majority have stuck their stiff peckers into everything from cows to sheep
and, in at least two cases I've seen with my own eyes, chickens.
Masturbation of course was nearly a daily ritual for all of us, often in
groups of several buddies. It's no wonder that most farm boys (at least the
straight ones) are married before they're 21.

Given these circumstances I guess what happened was nearly inevitable. I
was 11 years old at the time. I'd washed the dishes and was in the process
of drying and putting them away when I heard my 17-year-old brother, Ed say
he was going for a walk.  This in itself was not unusual; it was a warm
summer evening, the chores were done and walking down to the creek and the
woods that surrounded it was a pleasant thing to do and when you come from
a large family you appreciate some alone time every now and then. Although
this time there was just something about the way he left the kitchen door
that attracted my attention. He said he was going for a walk, but he looked
real guilty like he was up to no good.

I wait a few seconds after he'd shut the door and then I went to the back
window and peer out around the curtains. Ed was walking down the path
toward the creek; he stopped, glanced back toward the house and then veered
off the path and headed to the barn at an accelerated pace. I kept watching
and saw him slip through the door and into the barn. I knew something was
up and my curiosity got the best of me. I quickly dried and put away the
few remaining dishes and then popped my head into the living room.  Daddy
was in his chair reading the paper and the rest of the family was watching
television.

"I'm going out to play for awhile," I said to nobody in particular.

Only my mother noticed. "That's find dear, don't wander too far unless you
catch up to Ed."

"I don't think he wants my company," I said stating what should have been
obvious. "No, I think I might go down to see the ducklings on the pond."

"OK then, be careful and don't go getting' wet." she said.

"Yes ma'am, I won't."

I was out the door like a flash.  I figured whatever Ed was up to, by now
he was well into it.  Secretly I was hoping I'd catch him smoking (a real
sin in our church and family) or doing something equally verboten and then
I'd have something to hold over his head.  I almost giggled out loud at
that thought. I approached the barn door as silently as possible. Ed had
left it slightly ajar, thankfully, and I was able to just squeak through
the opening without making any noise.  I let my eyes adjust to the near
darkness and looked around, but saw no sign of Ed.  Then I noticed just a
hint of glowing light coming from the hay warren, an open stall where the
hay for daily feeding was stored, at the opposite end of the barn.  I crept
forward certain I was about to discover Ed in a compromising situation.

I don't know just what I was expecting, but I sure wasn't ready for what I
saw when I peeked around the corner of that stall.  Ed was sitting on the
floor; he had a Playboy magazine propped up against a hay bale with a
flashlight illuminating the spread out centerfold. There was just enough
light to reveal that at the conjunction of his out-stretched legs he was
furiously working on the hardest, longest, thickest man cock I'd ever seen
or even imagined. To say I was shocked silly is an understatement.  Except
for seeing animals getting it on around the farm, I had no idea about sex
and I certainly didn't think it was something people did alone or even with
each other.

If I was surprised, Ed's astonishment trumped mine by a country mile when I
just blurted out, "what are you doing?"

He jumped up, the magazine went flying and the flashlight rolled down into
the hay making details difficult to see. Ed struggled to pull up his pants
and stuff his boner back into the confines of his boxers with a good deal
of difficulty.

"What the fuck you doin' sneakin' up on me Tink?  You little jerk, I ought
to kick your ass 'til your nose bleeds. If you tell anybody, especially
Daddy and Mother, I will break your fucking neck, no questions asked.  Got
it?"

I knew instantly he was trying to bully me into submission, but this was
too good.  I knew, though I couldn't have articulated why, that Mother and
Daddy would not be pleased to know what Ed had been caught doing.  I had
him and I knew it and he knew that I knew it. While my plan had worked
beyond my wildest hope at the moment I was far more interested in knowing
more about what he'd been doing.  I was certain it had to be something
fairly wicked, but at the same time I was just as certain that it was
wickedly wonderful and I wanted in on the fun. I was determined he was
going to share this whatever it was with me.

"Maybe I got it," I said defiantly.  "I won't tell anybody if you tell me
what you were doing and why you were doing it."

"What?"  Ed looked both scared and incredulous. "You're way too young Tink,
it ain't nothin' a little creep like you should know about."

"If you don't tell me I'm tellin' Daddy and then he'll have to explain it
to me. He'll whip your ass good and I'll know anyways."  I was being my
absolutely most bratty.

"Fuck, you win, OK? You happy now? Just one thing though, I'll tell you,
but if you ever say anything about what you've seen or what I tell you I
will break you neck, no lie, I'll snap it like an old hen's. Understand me?
Do we have a deal?"  He stuck out his hand and actually grinned.

"One more thing," I said pushing my luck way too far.

"What?  Jesus Christ, what?"

"I don't want you to call me Tinkerbell any more?"

"OK.  Deal."

We shook on it.

"I think we'd better get out of the barn," he said.  "Let's go down to the
creek and I tell you about things as we walk."

We snuck out of the barn undetected and headed toward the woods.  Ed
ruffled my hair and I felt closer to him than ever before.  "OK then.  You
know how bulls mount cows and fuck, you've seen that right?"

"Of course," I said.  I'd seen it but I didn't really understand it.  I
knew that bulls did that and that after awhile the cow would calve and
there was a little cow in the world, but I didn't really understand the
mechanics and whenever I'd questioned anyone about it they'd avoided giving
me an answer.

"Well the bull sticks his prick into the cows pussy and moves it in and out
until he squirts sperm into her.  She has an egg inside her and when the
bull's sperm joins with the cow's egg then a calf begins. Understand?"

"Sort of," I answered, though I really didn't. "But what's that got to do
with what you were doing in the barn?"

"God you're dense.  Listen it's the same between a man and a woman.  The
man sticks his prick into the woman's pussy, pumps it in and out.  It feels
really great for both of them and the feeling gets so great that finally
the man shoots his sperm into her and then 9 months later a baby is
born. The feeling of fucking a woman is unbelievable, but when he shoots
his sperm, sperm is also called cum, when he cums in her it is the best
feeling any guy can ever have."

I found this a little tough to buy and the whole idea almost made me sick
when I had the impossible and unwelcome image of my Daddy sticking his
prick into my Mother. "Even if that's all true I still don't see what
that's got to do with what I saw you doing."

"You are thick.  When a guy wants to feel that feeling and doesn't have a
woman around, or if he don't want to have a baby he can get his cock hard
and by wrapping his hand around it and pumping it up and down, pretty soon
he starts having these incredible feelings, not as good as from fucking,
but second best.  After awhile he gets the same reaction as fucking brings
on and he cums.  Now the cum feeling is great no matter how you get there.
Once you start cuming it don't matter why or how."

"Can I do it?"

"Naw, you're too little.  You got to be 13 years old more or less and then
hair will start growing around your cock and balls, then if you do it, it's
called jerking off or jacking off, you'll be able to cum."

"What does cum look like?"

"I don't know, kinda like your Ivory dish detergent, but a little thicker."

"What girls have you fucked?  I know Jennifer wouldn't let you do that."  I
mentioned the girl at church I knew he had a crush on.

"I ain't exactly fucked anybody yet, but I the older guys say it's
awesome."

"Will you show me?"

"Show you what?"

"Show me how you jerk off and cum.  I want to see you do it and I want to
see what the cum looks like."

"I don't know about that.  I mean you are a little young.  It's not like
you can do it too.  I dunno, its kinda weird doing it in front of somebody
who isn't doing it too."

"You mean you've done it with other guys."

"Yeah.  There's nothing wrong with that.  Joe and I have done it plenty of
times and even Jim now that he's old enough," he said referring to my other
brothers.  "And we've all done it with the Jervis twins and Paul Day. We
all sit around down by the boulders looking at Playboy and Penthouse
magazines and then we all jerk off together. It's called a circle jerk.
Sometimes we even bet on whose gonna shoot their cum first. Paul Day almost
always wins, we call him a hair trigger."

"If you'll do it in front of all of those guys I don't see why you won't do
it in front of me. Besides you were gonna do it anyways."

"I guess you're right. It's just a little embarrassing unless the other
person is doing the same thing, but you are my brother and I guess in a few
years you'll be doing it with Joe and Jim after I've gone off to
college. Let's go down to the boulders and I'll do it for you there, but
remember you don't tell a soul, not even Joe or Jim.  We'll tell them
sometime, but I say when."

"OK, I promise." I was already getting very excited and I noticed that my
very small little dickey was ramrod stiff.  Ed couldn't notice because it
hardly made a lump in my pants, but I sure knew it was hard. I also had the
strangest feeling right in the pit of my stomach.

We finally reached the boulders that weren't much more than a semicircle
formation of rocks left after an ancient glacier had receded. The stones
offered some shelter and privacy.  We all played there using it as a fort
or castle or battlefield, whatever our imaginations could conjure up.

Ed found a nice spot where he could sit and lean back against a smooth
stone.  He unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button at the top of his
jeans and then slowly unzipped.  No sooner had he opened the flaps of his
jeans than his cock sprung, pointing straight out of the fly of his
boxers. He was as hard as I was, but he had so much more to get hard.  His
cock was massive, impressive and I was mesmerized. I thought it was about
the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.  Fortunately Ed was as interested
in his cock as I was and didn't notice how effected I was.

He sat down and with very little ceremony set about fisting his fat 6-1/2
inch pole.  I stretched out on the ground to his side and watched intently.
I moved in so close I'm sure he could feel my breath on the head of his
dick each time I exhaled.  I notice a crystal-
 clear drop of liquid that formed at the slit of his meaty head.

"Is that the cum?"  I asked excitedly.

"Not even close, numbnuts," he gasped out.  "When it shoots out it's like a
volcano exploding.  That's just a thick syrup that runs down you cock when
you get worked up and it makes moving your hand over your cock easier."

I took in this information and though how handy that was.  Ed seemed lost
in what he was doing and so was I.  The notion just came into my head and
to my lips at about the same time.

"Could I try doing that for you.  I just want to see what a big cock feels
like in my hand."

Ed stopped beating his meat, but he kept it in his fist squeezing it.
"What?  You want to jerk my cock?"  In turn he looked a little disgusted,
then a little surprised and finally a little intrigued.  "If you really
want to I guess it'd be OK.  Just put your hand around it and slide it up
and down, like you've seen me doing."

He reluctantly removed his hand from his shaft and before he had a chance
to change his mind I'd replaced it with mine and began jerking off my first
cock.  My hand wasn't nearly as big as Ed's so that his cock was a bit more
than a handful for me, but I must have done a fairly good job because Ed
leaned his head back, closed his eyes and began to quietly moan with the
sound of pleasure.

I was in heaven.  The feel of his hard, silky smooth prick in my hand sent
charged of electric tingles throughout my body ending right in my hard
little dick which was pulsating and feeling better than it ever had before.
I looked at his cock with intense pleasure, the clear syrup was pouring out
of him and running down the shaft slicking it up and making my hand run
easily in it's up and down movements.  Suddenly out of no where and with no
idea that something like this was ever done I got the overwhelming urge to
put it in my mouth.

Ed was in his own world with his eyes shut tight.  I was going to do it!
All he could do was stop me but I knew he could never tell on me. How would
he ever explain how his hard cock ended up anywhere near my mouth to begin
with?  Without another thought I opened my mouth wide, leaned in and took
the head into my mouth. I expected Ed to go crazy and push me away so I
made sure that I sucked down on that fat head as much as possible.  Instead
of him pushing me away I felt his entire body stiffen for a couple of
seconds and then relax again.

"Oh God, you're sucking my cock. You want to suck my cock?"

I mumbled yes as best I could with my mouth stuffed.  "OK, if you want to
suck it go ahead, just don't bite. Suck it, go ahead do whatever you
want. Oh man that feels great! If we're gonna have a fairy in the family I
might as well enjoy it," he reasoned.

With that he let me have at it.  I know now that I didn't give him a great
blowjob, but for a first time it was good enough.  As it turns out it was
the first time he'd ever gotten sucked so he didn't know any better.  I
couldn't get his whole cock in my mouth, but I didn't scrape him with my
teeth either. Almost instinctively I knew what to do.  I used my lips and
tongue, moved up and down, sucked, licked and enjoyed it more than any
lollipop I'd ever had.  I hadn't been doing it for more than a minute
before Ed started groaning out loud and bucking his body around.  I knew we
were building up toward something big and his excited state had me heating
up even more than I already was.  Suddenly I felt Ed cock swell, his body
went rigid and with a great deal of effort he pulled my head away from his
cock just as a blast of thick hot cum shot straight up from his cock and
splashed me hare in the face.  I fought free from his grip and dove back
down on his hard cock.  He was whimpering by the time I'd drained him dry.

He looked down at my cum-covered cheek and me and smiled.  "Well little
brother I think you and I are gonna be real close buddies from here on out.
That is if you enjoyed doing that as much as I enjoyed having you do it."

"Are you kidding?"  I asked, that was the best time I've ever had."

"Well good, cause I can promise there's a lot more of that in your future."

And there was.  Don't ever let anyone tell you a farm boy can't have a good
time out in the sticks.