Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2007 17:22:45 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Young Peter

Hey guys ...  I'm trying something new again.  This is sort of a spin-off
from an earlier story.  So, before you read this one, I suggest you look up
my story (here under "Rural"), called: True Beginnings -- Part 2 ("In
the hayloft ").

Oh... yeah... it's time to do the `legal warning' stuff.  If you are
under-age, or in a geo-political situation that prohibits your reading
"homo-erotica", or you are not accepting of that form of prose ... find the
bloomin ' "BACK" button !!!!

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"Young Peter"                                  by CNJshore9

Hi, my name is John Edward.  No Edward is not my last name, it's my middle
name, but everyone has always called me by both names.  Guess it's that
southern thing again.  I'm 21 now, and have grown into a rather nice
looking young fellow.  I've got sandy blonde hair that I wear in a
near-military buzz cut, and am about 6 feet tall with a thin but muscular
build.  The kind you get from growing up and working on farms.  My pride
and joy, of course, is the 5 inches of uncut meat that stands out from a
tight light brown bush and hangs loosely over a set of egg-sized balls --
especially when it grows to it's full 8 inches of steel-hard, still-covered
joy rod.

I still live on a farm in "the south" not far from the several other farms
that I grew up on, and I'm still up with the chickens working and sweating
as I always have, and as my father did before me.  It's 1965 and at least
I'm not worried about the draft.  I was in an accident a few years ago and
had my right leg and ankle pretty much chewed up.  It doesn't look to bad
now, and I do walk with a slight limp, but it's enough to give me a "4-F"
status (not physically `able').  That's good too, because my boyfriend Jake
is also "4-F".  He has a lazy eye and something else I can't remember.  I
just remember the eye because he looks so damned sexy when he puts on his
eye-patch.  Other than that, Jake really looks enough like me to be my
brother -- older brother, that is.  He's 23, and, oh yes, his parts are
pretty well matched to mine too, although a little shorter, but wider, and
also uncut.

Now I know it's not really smart to say "boyfriend", as in two boys
... around these parts you could end up beaten to death, or worse yet, hung
from a limb and have your family jewels cut off.  That's why Jake and I
have to be careful.  But at least we don't have to worry about the Army
finding out.  Oh ... and he works on another farm in the area about 5 miles
from where I work.

But that's not what this story is about.  I was just thinking about where
it all "started" -- me and liking other guys.  As I said, I grew up on a
farm.  It was several miles out of town and with the size of most of the
farms in this area, it was a mile or more to the nearest neighbor.
Needless to say, there wasn't much social life for a horny teen boy.

The only other kids on the farm where I lived with my father, mother, and
younger sister were the owner's son, who was about 5 or 6 years younger
than me, and his sister that was a year younger than my own.  So there
wasn't much going on there either.  The owner's son, young Peter, and I
used to do some things together, like `swimming' in the cows watering
trough that was kept filled by a windmill and pump; and at times, we would
go out dove or quail hunting with our fathers.  Although they were right
there in the closet, or under the bed, we were never allowed to touch our
shotguns without our fathers there!!  And, funny thing, we never did!
Nobody had to lock them up and hide the key.  Back then, if your father
said "Don't touch", you didn't -- or you got your hide tanned really well!!
So, you didn't.

I had heard at school about a girl in my class that supposedly "put out",
so one day I purposely missed the school bus home (and that was a whole
other gruesome story), and met her in a shed behind a house across from the
school.

Apparently, that was her usual meeting place (or `meating place').  It had
a workbench that she would get up on, pull her skirt up and remove her
panties, then lie back with her legs up, feet wide apart so her pussy was
right there.  All you had to do was walk up between her legs -- it was the
perfect height -- and you could slide your cock right on in.  Oh... to say
she was `prepared' is the understatement -- she even brought along the
rubbers !! Yes, you had to put one on first because she didn't want to get
pregnant.  Anyway, I was hard enough by then to drive nails with my sort of
thin, 5-inch, teen cockhammer, so I dropped my jeans and shorts around my
ankles, peeled back my foreskin and rolled the rubber on, and then slipped
into what felt really slick and warm.  It only took me about 2 minutes and
I had filled the tip of the rubber with my hot teen cum.  She stood up,
pulled up her panties, and walked out.  I finally got my head back on and
pulled the rubber off.  But somehow I just wasn't satisfied, so I squeezed
the cum out of the rubber onto my cock and started to stroke it.  Damn!!
That felt nearly as good as the pussy.  That warm cock juice all over my
rod.  My hand sliding up and down.  My other hand reaching down, grabbing
my nut sack and pulling it down.

I turned and leaned back against the workbench and started to really pound
my meat like a steam-engine gone wild.  A minute or so later, my knees
buckled and my brain froze as I squirted a load of spunk across the shed
and onto the wall there.  I never saw so much cum shoot out of my teen
cock.  I'm surprised my balls themselved didn't get sucked up through the
vacuum and end up bouncing off that wall !!

I was still recovering, leaning on the workbench to hold myself upright,
when the door to the shed opened and one of my buddies from school walked
in.  I tried to hide my shrinking cock with an obviously cum-covered hand,
hoping he wouldn't know what I had been doing. (Right! Fat chance!)

"Oh, hey, John Edward," he says.  "Doin' a little fancy fist work, hunh?"

"Unnnnhhh... Hi, Charlie," I croaked.

"Hey, let me borrow a little of that," he said.

I just looked at him a little strange wondering what he meant.

With that, he unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans and shorts, and his
equally thin, 5-inch, teen meat flipped up and slapped against his belly.
I had seen other guys' cocks at the urinals and in public showers, but had
never seen one fully erect before.  What I noticed first was that he didn't
have a foreskin.  Well that was common among the city boys.  But other than
that I was really surprised at the strange feelings I got in my cock when I
was looking at his.

That's when he walked up in front of me, put the tip of his cock up against
the end of mine, reached forward with his right hand and pulled my foreskin
up over both our cockheads.  Then he grabbed and held it in place with his
left hand as he reached over with his right and scooped some of the cum out
of my hand and then grabbed my cock near the base, squeegeeing more cum up
from my cock onto his.  By now, even after that mind-blowing orgasm I had
just had, my cock was already hard as a rock again!

"Okay, guy," he said as he backed away and then leaned back on the
workbench beside me, "let's see who can shoot farther," and he started to
stroke himself using my cum as lube!!

All I could think was, "oh, damn! Fuck! That looks hot!"

"C'mon," he urged.  "Jerk it, man. Jerk it!"

...and I did.  Boy did I ever start to jerk it!!  This was a really new,
mind-boggling experience.  My hand was a blur at this point, and his was
matching me stroke for stroke.  Then all of a sudden he stopped and let
loose of his raging meatstick.  Almost reading his mind, I did the same and
reached for his as he reached for mine.  It was a lot slower and somewhat
awkward doing his and getting my done, but that felt really great.

"I'm getting close," he muttered, as he let loose of mine and regrasped
his, pushing my hand away.  Again I followed suit, and in a matter of
seconds, we were both moaning and pumping out hot splatters of pearly white
cock snot.  I didn't think I had anything left inside my balls, but I guess
a horny, hot teen can manufacture it in no time at all, because I painted
the shed wall again with just as much, if not more than, as before.  I
don't know who would have really shot "farther", since the wall caught it
all, but I did know right then that I wanted to try it again sometime,
maybe aimed the other way so we could measure.

We found some half-clean rags on the workbench and used them to clean to
cum off our hands and now drooping cocks, pulled out pants up, and walked
out.  Now I had the unhappy task of calling home and seeing if my mother
could come into to town and pick me up.  ("unhappy" was really really an
understatement!!)

It was nearly summertime and I didn't get a chance to meet with Charlie
again before school let out.  Once summer was there, it was a lot of work
on the farm and I was expected to pull my own weight, as they say.  One day
I had come into the barn and heard some noises up in the hayloft, so I
quietly climbed up and hid behind a pile of hay bales.  Looking around the
end, I could see my sister, Linda, lying back on some hay and her legs were
up in about the same position as that girl at school in the shed.  Hell, I
could see her pussy there.  But what sent me reeling was there stood young
Peter busily finger-fucking her!

But what really caught my eye was Peter's little 2-3 inch wienie standing
tall and jerking about.  That's when I noticed that I was about to rip the
fly out of my jeans my cock had gotten so hard.  I wanted to touch him and
feel his little pecker. I wanted to touch it to my teen cock like Charlie
had done with me, and I wanted to slide my skin over him too.

About that time Linda arched her back, starting making god-awful noises,
and just started to twitch.  I though she was really sick for a minute
before I realized that she was having an orgasm.  I never saw a girl do
that, the only one I ever fucked, just laid still until I came.  Wow!  I
never really thought about a girl doing that.

I stayed hidden as she got up, got dressed, and went down the ladder to
ground.  Then I stood up, walked around the hay that I had been hiding
behind, right up to young Peter, and asked in my most threatening tone:
"Were you fuckin' my sister?  "

I'm really sorry I did that, it scared the shit out of the little guy.  He
finally got his voice together enough to ask, "Is that what we were doing?"
Poor little kid didn't even know.

"Sure looked like it to me," I continued, "So now ... I guess it's my turn."

"Your turn?" he muttered, obviously confused and not know what was going on.

"Yeah, my turn." I stated as I started to strip to nothing but my white
briefs which were definitely tented out about as far as they could without
ripping.

"Oh, yeah!  You like the looks of that big cock, don't you?  Look at your
little cock.  It's harder than when you were fuckin' my sister!"

When I finally pushed my undershorts off, I would swear his eyes got big as
saucers.  I don't think he ever saw a full-size, hard, teen cock.  But I
also saw something in his eyes that said he liked what he was looking at!
At about 5'8" and 140 pounds, easily picked up his 4'10" 85 pounds and sat
him down on the same bales of hay Linda had been lying on earlier.  I moved
between his legs and remembering what Charlie had done that day, I put my
cockhead tip-to-tip with his and pushed my extra skin over his little
nubbin.  I felt him shiver, and I felt my cock pulse and could feel
something slick and warm ooze out into the hooded covering, spreading over
his little cocktip.

"Now let's you and me have some fun," I groaned.  "Can you cum?" I asked,
although I knew full well at age 9 it was highly unlikely (hell, if he
could, it would be a miracle!).

By now I was sooooooo horny I could out-honk a whole damned flock of
geese!!  My mind went to what, how, where...???  I just gotta blow my
load!!  What's the best way?!?  I remembered that time in the shed with the
girl.  My dick needed to be inside something.  But I also remembered that
it wasn't that great!  ...and then I remembered a kid at school saying
something about how he had `corn-holed' his cousin and that the kids ass
was tighter and better than any pussy he ever had.  (I look back now and
really wonder if he had ever had a pussy ... but I liked that idea of
tight.)

I pulled back a little from young Peter and lifted his legs enough to see
his tight little brownish pink pucker.  Naw.  There was no way my cock
could fit in there.  Certainly not without some major stretching ... and
that would probably mean pain to the cute little kid.

Awwwww, fuck!!  Why am I thinking of the kid -- a boy -- as "cute"!?!
That's sick.  That's "queer".  ...but dammit, he is!  And I want to touch
him and make him feel good, and do the same for me at the same time.

Somehow I said it.  "I'd really like to corn-hole you, but you're really
too young and I don't want to ... hurt you.  ... Maybe we can just do it
between your legs."  I'm not sure where that last idea came from, but it
seemed to be a reasonable alternative.

"Move up on the bales.  No, turn over." I started to instruct him.

There he was.  Lying there on his stomach on top of the hay bales -- his
incredible little ass cheeks looking like two big ripe grapefruits, just
asking to be eaten and enjoyed.  I looked at them, entranced, for a minute
before I reached up and took one in each hand and squeezed them.

At the time I didn't know what was going on with me.  I never thought
someone's ass would look so "inviting".  My mind was going in circles and
spirals and was about to just explode into a supernova.

With that, I climbed up behind and over that beckoning display and slowly
lowered myself so that my mindless-but-controlling little brain was poised
to slide into that oh so inviting crevice.  As I settled onto him, using my
arms to hold most of my body weight off him as to not crush him, I cried
out, "Great! Now squeeze your legs together."

My teen cock was now firmly imbedded between his tight little thighs, and
that's where I first realized how lucky it is to be uncut.  I was able to
move my cock back-and-forth in that tight space, riding in and out of my
foreskin with it's own natural lubrication.  (I still feel sorry for those
cut guys.  It must rub raw in a like situation, unless he is a real
"leaker".)

After a few instinctive fucking motions, I began to feel it from the top of
my scalp to the tips of my toes.  "Oh... fuck... yeah!  Oh... fuck... yeah!
That's sooooo fucking nice!" I moaned into his right ear.

That's when the little fuck bucked his hips backward into me, trying to get
my cock deeper into the tight hold of his thighs.

"Oh, yeah!!! Poke it in there!!!  That feels soooo good!" I heard his moan
stifled by the hay in front of his face.

It felt wonderful.  And the way he was moving under me, I was sure he felt
the same way.

I started to pound him like I was trying to totally merge with him.  Yes I
would have liked to be actually inside him and truly joined, but this was
its own thing and we were so much in synch. I could feel my balls pull up
to the base of my cock and the tingle and sparks had reached a point that I
knew it wasn't going to be much longer.

The usual lube on an uncut head had been added to by more and more
pre-juice.  I could hear the squishing and slurping sounds as I rode my
little doggie to what was going to be an unheralded climax.

"Awwwwwwww... shit....  Awwwwwwww shit!!!!  I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna
cum!!!!"

One more jab and shove, my back arched, my head rose up, and my cock
exploded!! That's the only word to describe what happened.  It fuckin'
"exploded"!!!!  I almost expected to pull it out and find a peeled-back
banana!!!!

I couldn't hold myself up for the moment, and I fell down, lying atop him.
It took a minute, but then I was able to lift myself up so I didn't
suffocate him.  "I didn't hurt you, baby, did I?"  I asked.  Oh, damn!  Did
I call him "baby"?  where the fuck did that come from?!

It took a few seconds, but then he answered.  "No... in fact that felt just
... ... wonderful!" he murmured.  ...and I like that feeling of you on me
like that.  Is that wrong?" he continued.

"No, baby," damn I did it again! "it's not wrong.. but it's not something
we should tell anyone else."

"I don't think I'll tell...  if you'll do that again," he whispered.

Oh, you betcha we'll do this again!! I thought.

...and we did ... for a couple years until my father decided to take a job
at a larger farm down the road.

I never did get inside that cute little pucker hole of his.  I guess I was
hoping that it would last until he got bigger and could maybe take my still
growing meat.  I guess we were both novices and didn't know how to `prep' a
boy for that ... and I would have never done anything to hurt my little
angel.

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This is another story by CNJSHORE9@aol.com ...  if you want to write and
tell me you liked it, please feel free to do so ...  I will try to answer.
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