Backwoods Boys
(Boy/boy, friendship, humor)
by Luz Rojo
luzrojo1@aol.com

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Backwoods Boys: The Butt Na-Kids

This tall tale happened many a yar back when I was just a young-un all full of piss an vinegar. Name is and was William Barnes, but my friends all called me Billy. I grewed up in a small town and lived alone with my paw on account a how mom had died pretty early on. Didn't have no brothers or sisters and for the most part things were all okay with me.

I was about eleven or such, as I recollect, when I found myself taking an increasing interest in my private parts. Like all boys comin' up on that "special" age I found I was suddenly possessed with an itch I just couldn't never seem to scratch.

My dick was always popping up uninvited like, raising his head in a most ferocious manner and constantly threatening to reveal hisself to friends and neighbors at the most inopportune of times.

And thereby hangs a tale. My tail.

Beauregard put the idea into my head, although I reckon he didn't have any more notion of what he was doing than any dumb old dog,. Beauregard was my pet basset hound and he was as wrinkled and droopy a mutt as you ever did set eyes upon. But like all dogs he had a distinctive talent unique to his species that made him the envy of man and boy alike. He could lick himself in that tender spot. You know the one.

Laying on the porch, watching ol' Beauregard doing hisself use to set my balls to dancing and my mind to thinkin'. I wondered what it felt like to have a tongue lickin' at yer old feller. I imagined the sensations it might engender and being a naturally curious critter I also found myself wonderin' what that part of myself might taste like.

Needless to say, like I guess all boys do at some point, I had to try an see if'n it were possible to give myself the treatment. Goodness knows, I sure found my share of comical positions as I did my best to connect together two parts that was just never meant by nature to go together.

I tried it layin' in bed with my legs up on the wall, I tried it flat on my back with my legs bent over my head. I hung myself naked by my knees from a hidden tree in the orchard and tried to pull my lips up to reach my downward dangling ol' fellow. I tried squattin' down till my knees reached up to my chin and poked my head between 'em like I was gonna kiss my butt good-by. I tried it standin' on my feet and bendin' down to touch my toes until my tongue was just every so shy of its target. I tried ever imaginable position a boy could think of to deal with this conundrum, but it weren't to no avail.

Now I've heard tale of some who have been able to accomplish this amazing feat and if it's true then I'll pay good money to see their contortionist act at the P.T. Barnum. All I know is that either my tongue was too short or my boyhood too boyish but no matter how close I came it was like shoving the wrong ends of two magnets together, there was just no way they was gonna connect.

That's when I realized that the only way this plan was gonna work was to find a willing accomplice. Someone I could retain in my struggle and initiate into my grand exploration.

With idea in head I began a selection process as stringent as any devised by man. The candidates had to have the right mixture of physical, emotional and intelligental abilities.

Strangely, although I had many a girl acquaintance, it never crossed my little head to even think of soliciting one of them to help me in this matter. This was a "boy" thing. I wasn't gonna be popin' out my most private parts to the eyes of some cootie coated female. It wasn't that I was especially fond of boys or nuthin' like that. I was just a boy myself and a boy, well, just didn't let a girl handle his personal equipment like that.

Three candidates sprung to mind as I set out on my search.

First was Buckley M. Buford. Now Buck was a big kid, a year older than me and nearly a full head bigger. He'd matured a bit ahead of the rest of us and at the swimmin' hole his thick, hairy fishin' pole was the quiet envy of many boys who had not yet achieved such levels of adolescent greatness. Course, I don't think Buck was ever aware of this, which was the problem. Buck was never much aware of nuthin'.

Although quite well endowed on the physical front the good Lord, in his wisdom, had seen fit to short change ol' Buck on the intelligentle side. The boy was as slow as molasses in January. You could tell poor Buck a joke over and over again and each time he'd laugh like the first on account of how he couldn't never recollect no punchlines, no matter how many times they was told to him.

Still, he had a hard boyish body that looked like it might be fun to get a handle on, and I felt pretty confident that I could come up with some piece of simple chicanery that'd trick him into giving me the satisfaction I wanted 'fore he'd come to realize he was doin' something he might regret.

But Buck didn't seem none too reliable. I was sorely afeared that he'd promise not to say nuthin' about our game, then plum up and forget it the next day and let slip what we'd been doing together. That wouldn't be no good.

Naw. He was a fun one to look at, but I just couldn't risk turnin' that big dumb ox lose on an unsuspecting world after the skills I planned to learn him, so I moved on to my second choice.

Ferdinard was my age. A slender, smooth skinned, lanky lad who was clever and genteel and not a bad lookin' boy hisself. He had rosy cheeks and long, dark eye lashes. But there were one big thing agin' him.

Every boy in town called Ferdinard "Sweet Thing," either to his face (when there weren't no grown ups around) or behind his back (when there was). "Sweet Thing" couldn't catch a ball to save his sweet life. He wasn't much to run, on account of his asthma, and although he'd come down to the swimmin' hole and watch us, he didn't nare put his head under lest he get water in his precious ears and die from some fierce infection.

After we'd swim he'd lay around naked with the rest of us and many of the lads suspected he did so on account of how he took an unnaturally strong interest in the seeing of our exposed boy parts. But he never actually done nuthin' and he was generally regarded as a good kid who no one really hated. He seemed sweet, innocent and utterly harmless. Everyone at church agreed there never were a boy in town who could play the piano on Sunday so sugary, or with a more pious heart, than young "Sweet Thing" did.

I knew there'd be no problem getting him to play the game. Truth is he had already demonstrated an ample aptitude for the subject. Which is why I finally decided he was not the one to engage in my research.

How was I gonna keep my goings on a secret when everybody started seein' old "Sweet Thing" hanging around me all the time? I mean, maybe Buck wouldn't figure it out, but the rest of the town sure would. Ferdinard was four points up for being willing, and ten down for being too obvious.

That just left my third and best possibility, little Jimmy-John Handley.

Jimmy-John was nine years old, a small, freckle faced urchin with slight features and a sweet smile. Unlike Buck he was a clever feller and was in the same class as some of the older boys at school. Unlike Ferdinard he was a "boy's-boy." He could scrape and tumble with the best of 'em. Even though his features were soft, his determination was strong.

And -- the kid loved hanging out with me. The boy would follow me around wherever I went like a well trained pup dog.

I think the fact that he was a bastard child, not having hisself a father an all, made him the tough little scraper that he was, but the fact he was being raised by a female made him always a wantin' for a "big brother" he could be with. He needed me, and I guess if the truth be told, I kinda needed him too.

My Dad and me had been pretty much alone since Mamma had died and sometimes, when I'd go off by myself, I'd tend to get all sorrowful and would start to feeling all pitiful on myself. Jimmy-John kept me laughin'. He'd tag along so I wouldn't be alone and kinda had a way of keepin' me from getting all awash in my own grievous feelings. He made me think of someone besides myself and always made me smile.

In a way it weren't really no tough decision, when it come right down to it. And besides, what with him having no paw and me with no maw, well... Just seemed we'd be biscuits and gravy together.

There was only a couple of worrisome things about doing this with little Jimmy-John. First, he was a smart boy. Maybe too smart. He might decide what we was a doing was wrong and then he'd hi-tail it outta there, tellin' his Maw that I done something to him. This didn't really seem like so much a worry. We'd been friends for a long time and truth be told I don't think he and his Maw talked no good to each other any how. And I wasn't plannin' no harm to the boy. Fact is, wasn't plannin' on doin' nothin' to him that I wasn't 'specting to get done back at me. I reckoned we'd be square a'fore we was done.

The other worrisome thing was he was a young'un, barely nine-ish, and even though I wasn't but a wee bit older I was already into that "special" period of a boy's life. I was aching to get scratched in a most terrible manner and I didn't know for sure if little nine-year old Jimmy-John was feeling those same urgent needs that I was.

Still, all things being equal, he was the best possible candidate and so, on an early afternoon one day shortly after school had broke for summer, I decided to invite him to join me in a secret game that would be a special thing just between the two of us. I told him I was inviting him, and him alone, to join in a top-secret, boys only, private club I be forming called the "Sacred Order of the Skin Brothers."

Jimmy was immediately interested. The fact that this was to be our secret was enough to perk up his pointy little ears by itself, but when I told him it would make us closer than any two brothers, he was in.

We went to my house because I knew Dad would be gone every day till late and we'd have the place totally to ourselfs. The first thing I done was laid down the rules for our little games together.

First, this was to be a secret club just between us and never to be told to no one else on pain of pins-and-needles and a thousand deaths worse than the worse think he could imagine. That's what would come from betrayin' the sacred trust of a brother.

Jimmy didn't have no problem with that.

Secondly, Jimmy was never to be wearin' no clothes when he was runnin' around my place, which was to be our secret club house. This, I explained, was to show his complete trust in me as his sacred "Brother of the Skin."

Now I didn't figure little Jimmy would have his self any sort of trouble with that, mostly on account of how Jimmy was the sorta kid that didn't really much care fer the wearin' of clothes no how. Come summer he seldom wore more than a patched up pair of short-shorts that was already ventilated like a piece of swiss cheese and sometimes even flapped open in the back. He was always the first to shed his duds and jump in the swimmin' hole and always the last one to throw them tattered rags back on afters. I didn't think it'd be a problem and boy-oh-boy was I right about that. That boy took to being naked so natural you'd have thought he'd been born that way!

When I first told him he'd have to be buff-bare all the time, well, you should have seen the sweet grin that spread across that little tyke's face. Right off the bat he was already in love with this game and I swear at that very moment I could see something already a growin' inside those tattered shorts a' his.

"Ok," he said with an over-eager grin I hadn't really expected, "but only as long as you don't be wearin' no clothes neither, what on accounts of us both having to prove we is loyal 'Skin Brothers,' an all. You gots to be all nekkid fer me too, right?"

Well, I made a big deal of having to think it over and explained how since he was a "Junior" skin brother he should have to be naked more than me. But in the end I done give in, which is what I'd always intended to do any how. I think he felt better knowin' he'd won a fight right up front and it got us off to a good start in our little game.

We initiated our sacred rites then and there. With great ceremony we both shed our duds and set 'em by the door to my room, a practice we was to continue for all future meetings of our club. Now we was both butt naked and for a moment we just sorta stopped, stood there, and looked each other over.

Now mind you, this wasn't the first time we'd been naked together, what with swimmin' down at the hole an all, but it was the first time we'd been naked *alone* together and the first time either of us had ever seen the other with a stiffie.

Jimmy was sporting a wicked little boner that even full grown didn't look to be no bigger than my Daddy's index finger. Still, I remember thinking it looked good on him, so I guess ya' could say he wore it well.

My own little prick was just as hard and a might bit bigger. At almost four an' a half full inches I felt like a big stud next to Jimmy's little two inch weenie, plus I had a soft, downy covering of boyish peach fuzz just above it. 'Course, it was nuthin' like what would come later, but it gave me a sense of superiority over the little guy and made me feel much more grown up than he was.

First thing up, I explained, was how I'd have to examine him all over, like a doctor checkin' him out, before I could be sure he was physically fit to be a member in our new club.

Jimmy giggled a bit, said okay, and then proceeded to let me examine him thorough-like from his fuzzy little head to his tippy-toes. I checked him real good too. Starting with the hair on his head and makin' sure he was free of "cooties" and the like. Then I worked down to his neck, checked his ears, his eyes, had him open his mouth and looked inside real deep while he sayed "Ahh."

Next I examined his back, rubbing my hands up and down his baby-smooth skin as I felt across his shoulder blades and down his spine. I was probably givin' him more of a massage then an examine, but he didn't complain none. Jimmy was loving it.

I turned him around to check his front side, softly feeling under his chin and throat as if I really knew what I was doing. Of course, I hadn't a clue what ol' Doc Elm was looking for when he did this kind of stuff to me, all I knew was I was gettin' a chance to run my hands slowly and carefully over my young "skin brother."

I felt his chest and noticed it was as smooth as the rest of him. I took a moment to gently squeeze each of his nipples, which made the boy giggle again. I put my ear against his bare chest, closed my eyes and listened to the nervous beating of his young heart. That was the first time I really remember being able to smell him. It was a nice smell. Fresh, clean, boyish... It made my dick tremble, he smelled so good.

Next I felt his tummy and poked a probing finger into his belly button. His stomach pulled in as he laughed, but I warned him to be serious or he wouldn't get into the club, so he got all serious like so I could finish the physical.

I turned him 'round again and gently started moving my hands cross his naked bottom-side. Compared to the rest of his sun-bronzed body his ass was cotton-tail white and really stood out.

I explored his boyish butt cheeks real gentle-like. I couldn't get over how velvety smooth his skin was, how squeezable in my hands.

I softly let a finger slide between his cheeks and heard him giggle again.

"You be serious like now," I warned him. "If you don't pass the physical we might not be able to have you in the club."

Even though there were only the two of us, and therefore weren't no club without him, he got serious and let me continue.

I moved my hands all over his buns, tweaking 'em as if there was something I really expected to find.

"Tense 'em!" I ordered like a doctor. He quickly flexed his cheeks and I felt those lovely, rounded mounds of flesh suddenly tighten into firm, muscular globes.

"Oh, yeah..." I heard myself say, impressed at how well he'd responded to what I'd told him to do. "Er, they, er, feel fine. Spread your legs apart."

He obeyed and I reached a hand through, feeling the inside of the soft, supple thighs of my nine-year old "skin brother." Without asking permission I reached all the way through, taking him from behind and gently stroking his tiny little ball sack.

I heard Jimmy gasp...but not giggle...as I started to massage his tender boy bag.

Boy-oh-boy, let me tell you but it felt nice. It was just a little thing, all taut, smooth and wrinkly at the same time. I thought I'd never felt anything so interestin' in my young life.

I let my finger rub 'cross the bumpy surface. His balls were all pulled up tight, like little boy's balls get sometimes. It was the first chance I'd ever had to touch another boy's private area, and I was likin' it a lot. Jimmy was likin' it too.

I started to be over come with my own excitement and sped up the exam.

"Turn 'round." I told him, and he obeyed gleefully. He stood facing me with that darn sweet grin on his face spread nearly from ear to ear. He was such a cute faced feller. I knew now I'd picked the right boy. He wasn't never gonna tell nobody about what we was doing. He was havin' too darn much fun.

I looked down from his bright baby blues to that tiny eruption of flesh that was his pecker. There it was, just a waitin' for me, nearly beggin' me to touch it, his small, tender boy-meat. I just couldn't wait no longer.

I reached down and wrapped my eleven year old hand around it, grasping the tiny thing fully. For longer than I could remember I'd been aching to touch another boy's cock, even a little-bitty one. There was just somethin' inside me that had to know what it felt like, had to do it, try it, discover it! I dunno why.

Jimmy let out a sigh as my hand made contact. Probably the first time he'd ever felt anybody's hand on his young prick.

I reckon his dick was pretty average really for a nine-year-old. Probably today it wouldn't be nothin' that would cause me to turn my head even if it were paraded down main street with an electric sign on it. But back then, when I was a boy myself, it was the neatest little thing I thought I'd ever laid a finger on.

He was uncut, but of course that was normal, we was all uncut back in those days. His shinny knob was pokin' it's head outta his foreskin like a shy little critter takin' it's first look 'round at the big ol' world.

I immediately began moving the skin back and forth, feeling how it slid only slightly along his tight shaft. I looked in his eyes as I did it, just to see how he'd react.

He let out a little sigh and closed his eyes with a sort of satisfied look on his face. He kept on a grinnin'.

"Hmmm," I said, expressing my first show of real concern. "I better have me a closer look at that," I told him. "Dick's an important part of a boy. Got to make sure it's workin' all proper like."

He didn't protest as I dropped to my knees to examine him more close-up.

I was ready to devour his rod. Using both my hands I explored, caressed, stroked, felt and massaged his rigid little cock.

What did he taste like? The thought just kept going' through my head over and over.

What does a boy's dick taste like? Oh, how I wanted to know. Now it was time to kick in the second part of my plan.

"Ut-oh," I said, trying real hard to sound serious and Doctor-like.

"What?" Jimmy asked.

I frowned a little, then continued. "You been havin' any trouble with your dick gettin' all hard on ya' like this lately?"

Jimmy hesitated, a concerned look on his face. "Well, yeah... Sometimes. I just gets that way. It's all right, ain't it?"

I continued my examination of his member, scrutinizing it closely.

"Well, we'd better be safe I guess."

Without a word of warning I opened my mouth and let my tongue gently run up his crinkled little ball bag.

"Hey...!" I felt him pull back a little, surprised at what I had done. "What you doin'? You ain't gonna bite me or nuthin', are ya?"

I looked up at him. "Well, 'Skin Brother,' I gots to check you out all the way, don't I? Make sure you is workin' good an all an ain't got no problem."

I flipped his hard little cock once or twice as if pointing out how totally stiff it was.

"Looks to me like you may be sufferin' from a slight mortification of the rigid member." I said as professional like as I could.

"Mortification...?" Jimmy asked, suddenly concerned that his stiff cock was an indicator of some far more serious ailment.

"Yessiree, mortification. That's what you calls it when a part of your body gets all hard, tense and solidee-fied up."

"Oh no," Jimmy sounded worried, "You don't think my dick could be gettin' all mortified, does ya'?"

I looked at his dick with my most serious expression. "Well, can't hurt none to give it a good treatment, just in case."

"What's the treatment?" Jimmy asked.

"You gots to give it a good application of fresh, clean spit, right from the mouth."

"Spit? On my dick?"

"Best thing there is for a mortified member," I told him confidently. "Sometimes you can use your own spit. I do that sometimes, rubbing it in real good. Ain't no better way to make the swelling of a mortified member go down. But of course, is better if you don't have to use your own."

"Why's that?"

"Well, on account of it's cleaner and fresher. Look, if I goes to put some spit from my own mouth on my own severely mortified dick, well I gots to put it on my hand first or somethin', right?"

My line of reasoning was getting a might confusing to him, but he kept up valiantly.

"I... I reckon."

"Well, then my spit ain't all clean no more is it? Now it's got all them germs and things from my hand that can cause my mortified dick to get even worse, right?"

"Yeah..." he sounded unsure. "But why can't you just spit on your own dick, then not touch it with your hand?"

"Because, you dummy, then it gets all them mortifying germs from the air as it trickles down from your mouth. No, no, that ain't no way to be dealin' with a seriously mortified member. The only sure way to take care of rigitiss-de-dickitess (that there's what doctor's calls a mortified dick, in doctor talk) is a fresh and liberal coating of clean, untouched, unaireeated spit applied directly from the mouth. T'ain't nothing better for it, believes me."

"How do you know?"

"Because that's the way ol' Doc Elm takes care of my dick when it gets too severely mortified."

Jimmy's eyes went wide. "He does?"

"Yessiree he does. Old Doc Elm's treated my dick for severe mortification on countless occasion and the treatment's is all that's kept my member from dropping off and me turning into a girl!"

"No!" Jimmy gasp with horror at the mere thought of such a fate worse than death.

Now, to be honest, I never was sure if he knew how much I was foolin' him or if he was just playin' along. Like I done told you, Jimmy was a pretty smart boy, so I would have been surprised if he'd bought all of this hook, line and sinker. But then again, you never do know what some boys will believe.

"Oh my God," Jimmy said, a small tremor of panic cutting into his young voice. "I... I best go home straight away and have Maw get me over to Doc Elm all quick like."

"NO! DON'T DO THAT!" I shouted out just a bit TOO urgent like, "Er, I mean... You don't NEED to do that. Doc Elm just do you no different than I would and he'd charge your Mamma good money to do it too. No, you're a 'Sacred Skin Brother' now. It is my sacred responsibility to help keeps you in good health, no matters how disgustin' a think it may be for the twos of us. I's here in your time of need."

Jimmy seemed touched. "You... You'd do that? You'd, let me put my mortified dick in... In your mouth?"

"Of course," I said most assuringly. "That what havin' a 'Skin Brother' is all about."

I could tell lookin' at him he was a little nervous, but finally, he gave in.

"Okay...." he said, "Do it quick afore it gets even more rigidified or whatever. But you gotta promise that when I check you next, you'll let me do the same to you, no matter how awful and slimy or disgustin' it may be to have my mouth on your dick, you gotta let me do it, just so we can BOTH be safe. All right?"

I did my best to look touched and choked up. "Ain't nobody ever had a better 'Skin Brother' than you." I fought back tears. "If you insist, if it's that important to you, of course I will."

I knew now there weren't nothing he was gonna let me do to him that he wasn't gonna do right back at me, and that was just fine.

With full permission I now guided his tiny cock into my mouth and began to hungrily suck at it like a baby cow suckin' on his momma's titty.

There weren't really much taste to it. In fact, it seemed to me it wasn't no different then like, sucking on your thumb or something. He was only nine, so he didn't have no pre-cum or nothin' to taste. But I remember how he smelled, that sweet, salty "boy" smell. I liked that a lot. And I liked suckin' on his little cock, even if there weren't no taste to it. It felt good just to be doin' it.

He closed his eyes and just let me lick him all over his tiny little cock and balls. I heard him sigh a couple'a times. I'm sure he liked what I was doin' to him, I mean, what boy wouldn't? Still, I did my best to act like he should regards it was a powerful discomfort, something he just had to buck up and tolerate. Meanwhiles I acted like it was a disgusting thing for me, havin' to put his sweet young pecker under my tongue, but I was willing to do anything to help my poor "Skin Bro'" from turning hisself into a girl.

"Are you holdin' up okay, brother?" I asked, taking my mouth away for just a moment.

"Oooo," he whimpered as the sensations I had been inflicting on his young member abruptly stopped, "I reckon I might be able to endures a bit more of this, if I must," he finally continued, his voice sounding strained and martyr-like, "Do what you must to me, and I'll find a way to bear it, just so's there weren't no danger of this mortification being permanent an' all."

"Be strong, little brother," I encouraged as I returned to my dick-licking duties.

I kept workin' on his mortified member until his hips suddenly started to move in uncontrollable thrusts. I knew what was happening, but I don't think poor Jimmy had a clue.

"oh...OoooOOOoooOoooohhhhhHHhhhHh..." his voice pitched up an down like a yodeler in the Alps. He'd never come before, and he was about to experience his first orgasm, even though it were to be a dry one and even though he didn't have no clue what was a coursin' through his tender loins.

"Oh, Brother Billy, somethin's happening to me..."

I paused just for an instant "Let it happen, brother Jimmy. I'll handle it for you."

And I did.

The young boy's hips started a bucking and a gyratin' uncontrollable like and his body convulsed in the seizures of a pre-adolescent orgasm. There weren't no juice, a'course, but all the other sensations were there, ripping through his young body like a harvester tearing through a hayfield.

When at last it was over and the boy relaxed, still having no idea what had hit him, he collapsed backward onto my bed, totally spent and exhausted and for a moment I thought he'd plum fainted away.

"Jimmy-John...!? Jimmy-JOHN!?" I called out anxious like.

"What... what happened?" he finally answered, his head a swimmin' like a catfish.

I sighed with relief then commenced to the explaining of events. "That was the mortification leaving your body." I said confidently. "See."

Sure enough, Jimmy looked down and could see with his own eyes that his once swollen member was shrinking back to it's normal, limp state.

"We done it." I announced triumphantly. "We done fixed your mortified dick."

"So... this mean I is all better now?" he asked, now truly convinced that I had done something extraordinary to his pounding boyhood, which actually I had.

"Well, for a little bit. But ya' see, I didn't want to scare you, but there ain't really no cure for a mortified dick."

"No cure!" he said, a wave of panic in his young voice.

"Nope," I said solemnly. "Only treatments."

"You mean...?"

I nodded. "We'll just have to keep giving you these treatments for however long it takes. I know, is so hard feelin' someone puttin' their wet mouth all over your poor dick, but you're just gonna have to get used to it."

Jimmy laid his head back on my bed and it seemed to me that he weren't none too upset, considering the near terminal nature of his condition.

"Well," he says finally, "I guess I got no choice but to endures it as much as is necessary."

I smiled at him proudly. "You is so brave, little Jimmy. I promise you, no one need never know about your failin' health. As a Skin Brother we can keeps this just between ourselfs and I'll give you treatments whenever you needs 'em."

Jimmy looked me in the eye and smiled.

"Well, bro," he said with a wry little look on his face, "I suppose I best be givin you a check-up, if we's to keep this club a goin'?"

I smiled at my little "Skin Bro'" an' boldly took the check up position as Jimmy rose bravely to his feet and began a givin' me the club physical.

Jimmy wasn't quite as thorough about the examination as I was with his. In fact, it seemed he almost rushed through the first part, right up until he got to checkin' out my bottom side.

Suddenly he got to going a might slower as he carefully massaged my buns, then surprised me by reaching round and grabbin' my rigid cock all sudden like.

"Oh no!" he said as if he'd just discovered something truly relevant, "Your dick is all swollen up even bigger than mine was. I reckon you'd best let me give you a treatment before it gets all mortified."

I stood beside my bed and faced the nine-year-old, who was now on his knees. Without any hesitation he quickly slipped my whole four inches into his mouth and stated moving up and down, sucking like a vacuum pump. Oh my God, it felt so good!

Now everyone in the county knew that little Jimmy-John had just about the strongest set a lungs any kid could have. When that boy'd holler fer someone you could hear the echo bouncing back all the way from the next county over. But until this moment I hadn't never thought about just what those powerful little lungs could do to my member.

Next thing I know I found myself taking a tumble back on my bed as little Jimmy started workin' my shaft with a suction such as you wouldn't believe. The boy was like a milking machine. Geez, this kid had a mighty powerful talent for a nine year old. He started working my shaft with a force that just wouldn't let go.

"Think you can handle a bit more of it?" he asked, his voice betraying a love of his work.

"I... I... reckon... I reckon I mights be able to handle just a bit more." I managed to pant out.

And so he began a suckin' and a doin' me like there just wasn't gonna be no tomorrow unlessen he saved my poor, mortified member. Wasn't long afored I felt a tremble in my tender young loins and knew I was about to shoot something big.

"Errrr.... Jimmy..." I tried to warn him. "Jimmy... I think somethin's a gonna happen here."

"Is all right," he said in quick gasps, repeating the confidence I'd shown when he was about to dry-cum, "I can handles it."

Fact is the poor boy didn't rightly know what was about to hit him, but he found out quick enough when my mortified member shot into his mouth like a Winchester rifle.

Probably it was the shock of feeling his mouth suddenly fillin' with my warm salty jizz that done it, but that boy got blasted backward with such force you'd have sworn the pressure of my 'jack-u-lation was knockin' him back like a fire hose!

He fell onto the floor with me still a'shootin' and my spunk still a'flyin' everywheres. Grabbin' ahold of my fully engaged member I started pumpin' something furious. I had to finish the job myself, on account of him so rudely interruptin' the proceedings. I flung my cream onto his bare skin, sendin' loads of my jizz splatterin' onto his face, his chest, his legs and his own hairless little dick and balls.

"Ahhhh!" he yelled and held up his hands like somethin' awful was a happenin' to him. "Stop peein' on me!" he shouted.

Well it weren't but another few shakes and the torrential flow of my milky cud subsided itself and I felt a modicum of control returnin' to my young senses. I looked down and there on the floor all sprawled out and paniced were my poor friend covered from head to toe in my boy-juice like whipped cream on a sundae.

Jimmy got to feeling all sick like. He was sure I had just pissed in his mouth and commenced to pee all over him. Finally, I got him to open his eyes and take a look at the stuff. Once he finally saw all that white cud covering him, well, even he could see how that weren't nobody's pee.

I explained to him how my mortification was in a seriously more advanced state than his own and how this salty puss was just an indication of the severity of my condition.

"Ol' Doc Elm," I told him, "He tells me the best thing is to just let him suck it all the way on out of me."

"He.. He don't swaller it, do he?"

"Sometime he do. Sometime he just hold it in his mouth and spit it out when he's done. The important thing is that it get fully sucked outta me, lest my dick stay all mortified."

I got an old shirt of mine and helped Jimmy get hisself all cleaned, wiping my jizz off of him. Then, just to show him weren't nothing to be worried about, I demonstrated how jizz were a good thing by lickin' my own stuff offa his dick and balls. It was the first time I'd ever tasted my own juice, and it didn't taste none too bad to me.

This helped convince him not to react all terrible like the next time and as the weeks continued we soon were havin' ourselves a good-ol-time in the continued meetin's of the "Sacred Skin Brothers."

Me and Jimmy-John went on having just about as much fun as two nekkid boys could have and for many a week things went along right pleasant like. Everything was just peachy-keen and all and seemed like nuthin' was gonna change our game until, one day, my Paw came home a might early and caught us in the midst of our doings.

Some day, maybe, I'll tells ya' all 'bout how my Daddy gave our tail ends a lickin'. But that's another story.

THE END