Two Cities, Worlds Apart
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June 1969
Grampa told mom that he had volunteered her to head up the pond rules committee, and gave her the names of the other volunteers. She took off running with the ball like O. J. Simpson (he's a Buffalo Bills' running back). She called Mr. & Mrs. Hunter that volunteered and got their schedule, then called Mr. Taylor and arranged a meeting mid-week. She then called the Hunters back telling them the agreed date.
They all came over Tuesday night, and met around our dinner table. The Hunters brought Mark and Billy not willing to leave them home alone. David took the boys back to his room to play. Mom welcomed and thanked everyone for attending. She started out asking if everyone knew what the needed to accomplish.
Mr. Taylor said he thought there were two things, safety rules for the parents and rules the children should know while swimming. Mom asked him to explain the difference. He said, "Well for the kids, No diving. For safety, Parents must provide supervision."
"Oh, I see, but do we really expect older kids to need supervision? My kids camped out down there all last summer and we were hardly ever down with them."
"No, you're right; your kids are older and capable of self-supervision."
"So we need to have an age limit were supervision is required.
"I know you allowed the kids to pee in the water last year, and that was fine, but now the water turn-over isn't as high and with more swimmers, we need to discourage that.
They went back and forth like that for two hours and finally arrived at these rules:
INFORMATION FOR PARENTS:
· No lifeguard on duty, swim at your own risk
· 1st time users, come see us at the big house.
· This is a clothing optional pond. Clothing is discouraged, you most likely be with nude swimmers.
· Park off the driveway near the fence in front of the barn
· Any parent is welcome to bring children to the pond.
· Any children under the age of 12 must be supervised by a person 12 or older at all times.
· Do not drop your child expecting someone else to supervise them.
· (plus one more added after the conversation that follows)
POND SWIMMING RULES
· Never swim alone.
· Supervisors should not swim, stay on the shore or dam.
· No swimming if water is not flowing over the dam.
· No swimming during thunder storms.
· No pushing or roughhousing.
· Flotations devices may be used if you can stand on the bottom.
· No diving at all, ever, for any reason.
· Do not pee in the pond. Go downstream of the dam.
"The other thing I would like to see," Mr. Taylor stated, "is a rope with floats on it across the pond where the depth changes from 2 feet to 4 ½ feet and again where it goes down to 8 feet. Ya know, on second thought forget I mentioned it, I'll get some from one of the public pools I work with, they'll give me enough for the pond. I'll try to get a rescue pole as well.
Meanwhile, back in David's room, he and Billy were playing hide the wiener, Mark, on the other hand after taking his clothes off as well, chose to play with the little cars David had accumulated.
The last subject to be brought up by the committee was raised by Mrs. Hunter, the 5th grade teacher. "This is kind of a sensitive subject, but after last summer's party, our son brought up lots of questions about things he saw while everyone was nude, erections, why girls didn't have penises, and why girls' have lumpy breasts. Since then he's been a lot more willing to run around the house naked. He's only 11, so I can only imagine what some of the older children, those either in or entering puberty, are asking their parents. The bigger concern would be for those children who aren't asking their parents questions! Many parents today simply aren't willing or are incapable of talking to their children about sex. By encouraging them to swim naked, we may be providing the opportunity for experimentation to take place earlier and even more frequently."
"I hear you, and fully agree," Mr. Taylor said, "at last year's party, it took Michael who was only 13 to diagnose that my 8-year-old Mark was entering puberty early and having a problem with erections. His mother and I just thought he was going through a phase. Your Michael taught him how to make the erections go away, and then he was honest enough to straight up tell me he taught Mark how to masturbate. I was pretty shocked that he was willing to even say those words me."
"How is your son now?" Mrs. Hunter asked.
"Oh, he's much better, we took him to the doc, he has what's called Precocious Puberty, and he sent us to a specialist who got him on a medication to slow it down. He still has a larger than normal penis, and plays with it because he enjoys the feeling, but doesn't get all the spontaneous erections that last for hours like he used to."
"As a teacher," Mrs. Hunter continued, "I know that not talking about it or simply forbidding children to do something, especially sex, isn't going to stop them. We have a high rate of teen pregnancy in this county, and if we don't start to intervene, it's only going to get worse. By us taking away the barrier of clothing, we could be enabling them. They need the education. As a 5th grade teacher, I'm not allowed to even broach the subject. The school district doesn't want to touch sex education till the 8th grade. Even then, it's only one movie and that is too little too late.
"I'd like us as parents to intervene earlier, when interest in sex is first demonstrated. Somewhat like what Michael did for Mark. But to step in when a child begins to notice and take a sexual interest in him or herself or another child."
"Mary, what would you think if we asked Michael and probably Marcy to be that first level of education? Marcy's mother works with an Obstetrician and a Gynecologist. Do you think she would work with Marcy and Michael to prepare them to talk with kids showing an interest in sex?" Mrs. Hunter asked.
"Why don't we ask Michael if he would even be interested in something like that? Michael! Could you come in here please?" I got up from in front of the TV and went to the kitchen. "Have you been listening to our meeting?"
"Well, a little, some you, some the TV. Every time you mention my name, my ears perk up. I know you've been talking about me." Mom restated the question and added an additional question if any other children had sex during the party. "I didn't see anyone messing with anyone else, `cept Lisa, but I did notice a lot of kids playing with themselves. There was this one little kid, I swear he was tugging on his penis the whole afternoon."
"Michael!"
"Well he was! For the first question, sure I don't see why not, we did it with Mark and that was no big deal. And Marcy helped with David and Lisa.
"So you think you and Marcy could work with Evelyn and come up with a plan of intervention and education?"
"Well I think Marcy would be ok with it, but I can't speak for her mom, you'll have to ask her about that."
"Ok, I'll take that on," mom told the committee, "I'll speak to Evelyn this week."
The question I would have is, how and when do we give feedback to the parents? "So Marcy and I would need to know what a `serious event' is so we can tell our moms." Mom made a note to herself to define that for us.
"Ok Michael, thanks for your input.
"Why don't we just tell them sex education will be provided when deemed appropriate? We can contact them only if it's a serious event."
"What if we say: `Basic sex education will be provided when indicated by activity'?"
"Oh yeah, I like that better." That line was added to the Information For Parents sign.
"You know, once we open this up, it's quickly going to spread beyond just the group that attended the party, the whole town is going to know soon enough. We'll have to have some sort of contact information for the swimmers."
"We already ask first time swimmers to come up to the house, we can write down their names, addresses, and phone numbers at that time," mom suggested.
Action items to come out of the Pond Safety Committee:
Mr. Taylor is to acquire float rope and safety pole.
Mr. Taylor is to acquire painted signs for parents and children.
Mary, Evelyn, Marcy, and Michael are to develop a sex education plan.
Mrs. Hunter is to type up the rules and use the school copy machine to make 50
copies.
Mary, Gramma, and Grampa were to maintain a list of all pond user families.
Grampa is to install the signs.
June 1969
Uncle John (or maybe Dad?) arrived in Washburn, four days earlier than planned driving a truck with all his earthly belongings from U-Haul and towing and towing his car behind. He explained that he couldn't wait any longer, and when a group of kids walked out of class during the last week, he took some vacation days, packed up and left the state. The principle is mailing his final check.
Uncle John had been working with Grampa and the bank that owned the farm across the road from us, he worked a really good deal on it and he had already sent the money to the escrow company, which would be closing escrow in a couple weeks. Meanwhile he would live upstairs in Gramma and Grampa's house in his old bedroom. Knowing he was going to get the house, he unloaded the truck into the garage across the street.
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Grampa gave us the go ahead to set up our camp again for the summer. School would be out next week and camping season would be upon us. We talked Uncle John into helping us set the camp.
Now that the whole community could be swimming in our pond, there would be a lot more foot traffic past our tent. Based on that, we moved our baker tent back off the trail several feet. We also turned the tent around so anyone walking up or down the trail wouldn't have a direct view into the tent, not that we cared if someone saw us naked, but that was done at Uncle John's suggestion.
To follow his `suggestion', we had to move some fallen trees and branches and take out a bunch of scrub oak, so preparation took a lot longer. Finally, we got the tent up, but now, where we had the latrine last year, wouldn't work, or we'd be pooping almost on our front porch.
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We had lunch up in the big house with Gramma and Grampa as we always do on Sunday after they get home from church. Gramma made my favorite dinner, fried chicken with all the fixins. As we sat down to eat, Gramma said, "Did you remember that tomorrow is the anniversary of your arrival here in Washburn? Therefore, in honor of that, we're celebrating, happy one-year anniversary. Hope you don't mind us having a celebration a day early.
Over a chicken breast, mom mentioned in passing that on her recent stop in the resale store in town, someone was selling a California king mattress really cheap. I'd never heard of such a thing before and asked what it was. "They're an oversize mattress. They're bigger than most bedrooms in these parts will allow, they're 72 inches by 84 inches. Wouldn't that fit in the tent?" She asked.
After doing some math in my head, I replied, "Yeah, it's 96 inches wide and 72 inches deep, we'll have 1 extra foot on the sides. Hearing that, Grampa volunteered that he would pick it up with his truck.
Gramma served an anniversary cake with one candle for dessert.
Sunday afternoon we finished setting up camp with a tarp as the floor, the lanterns were filled and hung in the trees. We dug a new latrine a ways off. We tied new strips of cloth on the ropes to highlight them in the dark and gramma refilled our match container from her supply in the kitchen. Over the winter, Grampa had made us a hinged box that would keep our toilet paper dry and we attached it to the tree next to our new hole.
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When we got home from school on our last Monday of classes, we discovered that Grampa and Uncle John had purchased the mattress and carried it down to camp. It had come with a set of sheets that were in a pile in the middle of the bed. The top sheet was huge and will cover us all, we won't need the sleeping bags and multiple sheets to cover us, just a couple blankets for those rare cool nights. We all laid on it, instantly giving our approval to this new level of outdoor comfort.
That night was another get together. Evelyn came over and she, our mom, Marcy, and I sat in the kitchen. Mom started off, "The Pond Safety committee's believes that swimming nude is good for the kids, but at the same time, they are concerned that the nudity will bring up sex related questions, by mostly younger kids, that many parents wouldn't be comfortable addressing. So they are asking the two of you to be the educators. You're older, the kids all seem to like you, and we believe you're well capable of handling providing sex education.
Evelyn continued to praise us, "I must say, your knowledge of human reproduction, is way better than most kids in our area since the schools won't teach anything about it till 8th grade."
"Well, most of that is thanks to you teaching Marcy, and her sharing it with us." I replied.
"We thought you handled the situation with Mark and his erection really well during the End-Of-Summer party last year but you probably took your instruction a bit too far when you let him masturbate you," Evelyn said.
"Well, in my own defense, he did ask if he could do it to me."
"I'm not trying to criticize you, you did a fantastic job, it was a call you made in the moment, but if you had been better prepared you might have been able to deflect his request, and put it off into the future, or even prevent it from happening," Evelyn offered.
"Young children can't handle too much information at one time. The trick with little kids is to only give them what they are asking about, or NEED to know because of what is happening at that moment. Children are curious creatures by nature and will always come back, and ask more questions. You can also offer additional information when it becomes important to them," mom offered.
"The simplest way to limit information is to just answer their question with age appropriate information. Don't offer any additional information unless the situation requires it."
Then we discussed when we should step into a situation, like when someone was forcing some to do something, or the more difficult situation to identify, of when a child was being coerced. For that, we needed to be vigilant especially if an older child was taking a younger child by the hand and being led away. This could be innocent as an older sibling taking their brother or sister to the toilet, or as dangerous as an aggressor taking a younger child away to a potentially abusive situation.
"When do we tell the parents we've talked with their child?"
"Anytime is ok, but when the activity can lead to problems like intercourse, or anal sex is when we need let them know.
"How about if two little kids are playing with each other's parts?"
"Two little ones checking out each other are ok, a little exploration is a good thing, but if starts becoming a regular thing, you could talk to them about privacy, if it escalates, then it's time for the parents to be made aware, but see if you can handle it first.
We talked for almost 3 hours and covered lots of topics, like using correct body part names, privacy, our bodies, touching ourselves and others, puberty, babies, sexual behavior, and being appropriate.
For each topic what, and how much to say for each age group, was broken out for us.
We covered things to watch out for, boys ejaculating in front of an audience, girls having their first periods, etc.
We talked about specific examples, "Michael, you mentioned to the committee the little boy last year who was stroking his penis all afternoon in front of everyone. That was an opportunity to teach him about privacy," Mom told us.
"You wouldn't have even need to tell him he was masturbating, just that what he was doing is better done in private," Evelyn added.
"Don't forget, we're here to help you too. But you're the eyes and ears down at the camp. You're the first line of education.
June 1969
The last day of school finally arrived on June 11th. Mom gave each of us a bunch of printed-off copies of the Pond Rules to hand out to our friends, all the kids that attended last years' End-of-Summer-Party, and other kids we knew to be the `good kids' that we wouldn't mind have swimming in the pond. We were to tell them they were welcome to come swim in the new pond.
Before heading down to our camp that night, Gramma reminded us that breakfast and lunch would again be served in their kitchen on days mom had to work, and after breakfast, Monday through Friday we would have chores to do around the farm as assigned by Grampa. We would get Saturday and Sundays off and if we wanted guests to stay over, that Friday or Saturday nights would be the best time for that or they might get put to work alongside us.
So most everything was pretty much the same as last year, one difference was that Mom suggested we leave our clothes in our bedrooms, and walk down to the pond and camp from there. This would allow us to shower, or at least rinse off the pond scum before dressing, keeping our clothes cleaner longer. Mom explained the Gramma and Grampa appreciated that fresh clean smell, over fresh pond smell.
Marcy stayed over that night to camp with us on our first available camp-night of 1969.
After dinner, we all went to our bedrooms to pack up our camping essentials. We didn't need to hide stuff under the tarp floor this year, I had found a hinged box in the barn it was about 10 inches wide by 24 inches long and about 10 inches deep. Grampa said he thought it was a box that came with a tractor part in it many years ago, but he didn't throw it out, always hoping he would find a use for it. Well I found a use for it, our storage box for the tent.
We didn't need much, our spare toothbrushes and paste, our favorite pen went missing, but I found a marking pen that would work just as well, my trusty jar of Vaseline that was approaching empty, 2 boxes of condoms and a couple old pill bottles. Lisa added a hairbrush.
"You can't wait till we get back to the house to brush your hair?" I asked.
"A hairbrush isn't just for brushing my hair," she replied. Thinking of the way she said that and the size and shape of the handle made me realize what else she could be using it for. She then rubbed her fingers down through her vulva, and did little circles around her vaginal opening then pushed her middle finger in her vagina, confirming exactly what she did with it.
David added a piece of plastic he found in the barn. It had been well cleaned, and was just over an inch in diameter and had ribs running along the 3 inches of its length, at the bottom, it stepped out to almost two inches. "What is this for?" I asked.
"Just think of it as a larger pen. Just wait till you try it, waaaayyy better than the pen."
Before we headed down, mom stopped us. "I want you all to be careful down there this summer. I don't want to become a grandmother for several more years. Lisa is getting closer and closer to having her first period, so you boys need to treat her as if she is already is having them. You need to use your condoms, and you ladies need to make sure they're wearing them."
Mom didn't want to be a grandmother yet, so let's see, nine months from now would be March 1970. I would almost be 15, making Mom 33. "But Mom, just think, you could be a Grandmother at 33! Wouldn't that make the Guinness Book of World Records?" I joked.
"Michael, that's not even funny, and no, I'm sure there are younger Grandmothers out there. It's certainly possible at a much younger age."
Down at the tent we staked out our spots on the mattress, I became the keeper of the box, Marcy was next to me; next to her was her adopted sister Lisa; and David was against the other outside wall. We lit the lantern over the latrine and the one near the front of the tent.
We had already been swimming a couple times this year, but tonight would be our first night swim. We had brought our towels down earlier, so we grabbed them and headed to the pond. We messed around in the water a while and realized I was missing my favorite spot from last year. My little alcove I could lay in, and rest my head against the bank and watch over the pond. I resigned myself to build a new alcove so I could relax and still view my domain.
David and Lisa didn't waste any time. David and Lisa ended up at the rock out in the middle, where she could stand and lean comfortably over the rock and David could put his penis in her butt, just like I had done to him all last year when I was his age. He actually preferred her anus over her vagina, he didn't need to worry about a condom. Marcy and I stood there and watched him as he showed her again where to stand and how to lay over the rock and where she could put her hands to hold on. When she was ready, he moved behind her and stood between her feet his dick sticking out as he worked it into her anus. He leaned over her and his hips went to work thrusting against her beautiful round bottom. Light slapping sounds of his hips hitting her butt could be heard in the still night air.
I looked down to see myself holding my dick and rubbing its length, I glanced over at Marcy and her middle finger was inside her vagina and her thumb was massaging her clitoris. She looked over at me about the same time and said, "Should we go somewhere so we can do more than masturbate ourselves?"
I took her hand and led us out of the water to our towels, which we laid on top of each other. Marcy laid on her back and pulled her legs up high revealing her pinkish-brown butthole. I kneeled behind her and unceremoniously drove my dick in her safe hole. I held her legs for her, leaving her hands free to continue bringing herself to a climax. My hips were now the ones making slapping noises as I repeatedly thrust my dick in her. I paused briefly and I leaned over her, trapping her hands in her vulva while I kissed her soft lips, then rocked back to my knees and again tried to drive her body up the beach. Her fingers brought her to paradise first as her orgasm shook her entire body and her anus gripped my penis like a vise. I was only seconds behind her as my semen ripped through me and into her rectum.
Mom could be proud of her boys tonight, no possibilities of babies this time.
Before getting into bed David asked for his pill bottle/semen catcher and the plastic pen substitute, and Lisa asked for her hairbrush. Both put their respective items under their pillows.
Since the end of last summer, Lisa hasn't had many opportunities to be in bed with Marcy. Tonight, she would make up for those lost opportunities.
The new mattress was really comfortable, and we settled into our selected order. We pulled the one sheet up over us and snuggled in for the night.
It grew quiet with only the sounds of crickets and an occasional owl or the flutter of a bat's wings, and the sounds of our own breathing. Till, "Oh, so that's how it's going to be!" exclaimed Marcy. You wait for me till I'm almost asleep and THEN you put your finger in me? I'm gonna get you, you perverted little sex fiend!"
Marcy threw the sheet up off her, like it was only covering her. She left all of us uncovered. I think David was actually asleep and the outburst woke him in a start. Marcy jumped up and landed over Lisa straddling her body. "Tickle attack!" Marcy yelled in a quiet voice.
Marcy's fingers dug into Lisa's ribs and underarms, Marcy knew all the spots that made her laugh.
Lisa giggled at first, relishing in her sister's attack on her most ticklish places. There was nothing for me or David to do, except sit on our knees, watch, and enjoy Lisa's predicament. She obviously brought the attack on herself. She squirmed and wiggled trying, but not too hard, to get away.
Finally Lisa began pleading, "No, no. Stop. I'm going to pee in the bed."
Marcy looked over at me, "You got a towel handy? Your sister is about to pee in the bed."
They were next to me in the extra foot of space between the mattress and the side of the tent. I grabbed one, whose? I have no idea, it was Lisa's now. Marcy stuffed it between her legs and under her butt bringing it up and over her vulva. Marcy intensified her tickling to new heights.
"I mean it, stop, or I'll pee."
"Not this time sister, go ahead and pee," Marcy told her.
The giggling and squirming continued, tears were leaking from Lisa's eyes, then she got real quiet. Her body stiffened. Light yellow pee visibly soaked through the towel covering her vulva and her body shook lying there under Marcy.
"Did she just have an orgasm? I asked.
"Apparently there are still some things you don't know about a girl's body," Marcy told me as she stopped her retaliatory attack.
She looked down into Lisa's face and kissed her sweetly on the lips, whispering, "You just had a tickle-gasm. How was it?"
Lisa smiled up at her big sister and smiled, "Best ever!" Marcy leaned down and kissed her again, then pulled her tongue out and let it trail drown her chin and neck, straight down the middle of her chest and through her belly button, down her abdomen. She forced her way between Lisa's legs and spread them wide as she laid between them.
Her tongue caressed the little slit that, at this moment, is the center of Lisa's consciousness. She teased her with sweet little touches and kisses along the outer edges of her labia. Then opening her labia with her fingers allowed her tongue to sample her sweetness within the folds of her labia. She worked up one side and down the other, then found the entrance to her vaginal and poked her tongue as deep as she could get.
With the upper portion of Lisa's body abandoned, David and I had similar thoughts and moved to her lips at the same time. Our heads bumped together making Lisa giggle again. She was enjoying being the center of attention.
David and I began coordinating our movements, he got the right side of her face, and I got her left. We both kissed her lips at the same time, which also allowed David and me to gently kiss each other too without missing a beat. Staying on my half I ran my hand from the side of her hip up and over her tight tummy to where a mound would begin to grow in the not too distant future. I rolled her left nipple between my thumb and second finger bringing it erect as my dick. I used my first finger to flick across the top of her nipple causing her to flinch and whimper each time. Several times Lisa had mini-orgasms under our manipulations of her body.
Then Marcy did something I have done to David before. She lifted Lisa's legs by raising her ankles. She continued, pushing her knees back to the pillow on either side of her head. David and I had to move out of the way for her to accomplish this new position. That is where the comparison to me and David stopped. I never had him folded in half quite like that before.
Lisa's butt was sticking straight up, and Marcy put her left knee behind her back supporting her and threw her other leg over Lisa's right leg and sat on her. This put their vulvas touching each other's.
I was now kneeling behind Marcy and couldn't see what was going on, so I moved around them and kneeled next to David.
Marcy and Lisa began a weird like dance. Marcy did a slow hula-like motion and Lisa just like wiggled her hips as best she could in her awkward position.
From my new perspective next to David, we could clearly see how their vulvas were pressed together and rubbed against each other as they ground their bodies against each other. Marcy's hand was rubbing her clitoris at the speed of a NASA rocket traveling through space, and orgasmed against Lisa. Lisa, even in her awkward position was lost in her own feelings of intense pleasure, the look on her face was pure contentment till it got all scrunched up as another mini-orgasm raced through her.
Marcy grabbed Lisa's thighs and fell backward, as she fell, she kept Lisa in tight contact vulva to vulva. In this new position, Marcy's left leg was under Lisa. Lisa's right leg was on Marcy's tummy.
David and I kneeled there with super hard erections and we were both slowly working our dicks with one of our hands. Now they were on equal footing and both girls were free to grind their vagina against their sisters.
David looked up at me and stared in my eyes a moment then fell over to his back, he pulled his legs up presenting his beautiful rosebud to me for the taking. I reached over the girls to get the Vaseline and for a brief moment, two vulvas were touching mere inches from my face. I retrieved the Vaseline from the box and as I moved back towards David, but the toughing vulvas again grabbed my attention. Even though this was their moment, I couldn't resist. I leaned down and kissed the top of Marcy's vulva. I had only meant to kiss it, but my tongue wiggled its way to her clitoris and I licked from there down between her labia to where she and Lisa were connected. I continued on, my tongue now plowing through Lisa's labia and licking up towards her clitoris. I pulled away after kissing the top of her vulva as I had done to Marcy.
I kneeled back behind David, I dabbed some of the Vaseline on my penis and moved to the gift David was presenting to me. I placed my glans in the center and supplied pressure. His bud slowly opened some and spread around my glans. I pulled back and his orifice slid down the taper of my glans and closed, but I didn't pull away. I leaned forward, again his rose opened allowing entry deeper this time with the same amount of pressure. I was about to pull back again when David's hands reached up under my arm pits, and pulled me towards him. I hadn't been expecting that and I crashed down on top of David, my penis plunged to its full depth. I laid there a moment fearing I might have hurt him with the sudden invasion.
I wasn't an invader. David had opened the door and welcomed me in, "Don't just lay there, do something. You are making it a little hard to breathe," he whispered in my ear.
I lifted myself off his chest resting on my elbows.
There was a noise causing me to look over at the girls, they both appeared to be having another orgasm, simultaneous this time. I pulled my hips back and slammed back into David again. I did it twice more and both of us cummed, David held the old pill bottle to his dick catching his semen, his rectum was my semen bottle.
With the pent-up orgasms that had been building up for the past several minutes out of our way, we got down to some good, old-fashioned, butt-fucking. Neither of us wilted in the least, we were both too sexually turned on for that, it was going to take more than one orgasm to bring us back to earth.
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Too bad it wasn't Saturday morning, we would have been able to sleep in a little. But it's the first day of summer vacation and it's only Thursday, so the triangle we hear ringing this morning is calling us up to breakfast. We weren't in the places we staked out yesterday. I was in David's place up against the outer wall, David was spooned in next to me with my morning woody between his thighs. Marcy was next to David and Lisa was in my spot. None of this was a surprise really, not after all the really hot sex we had last night, thanks to Lisa's attempt to get a little frisky with Marcy's vagina.
We all knew the triangle ringing meant we had 15 minutes to get to our house, run through the shower, get dressed, and make it to Gramm's kitchen for breakfast. Then chores whatever they may be. We didn't smell like pond scum after the showers but we were 8 minutes late making it to the big house for breakfast with Gramma and Grampa, we explained that we were now taking showers before breakfast, and needed more time. Gramma said she'd ring the triangle 30 minutes before breakfast in the future.
Grampa asked Marcy what she was doing today, since she was dressed in her school clothes from yesterday. She said she was going home to her own chores.
Even though Uncle John's house hadn't cleared escrow yet, the man at the bank had told him no one would say anything if he wanted to start cleaning out the house. So that morning we got assigned to help Uncle John at his new house. By the time we finished for the day at lunch there was a growing pile of crap in the driveway. After lunch, we dropped our clothes in our bedrooms and walked on down to the pond.
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When the Pond Committee had their final meeting on May 31st, one of the members who is also an assistant leader in his son's scout troop down in Seligman, realized our pond and the surrounding woods was the perfect place for their patrols to hold an occasional overnight campout. Working with Grampa, the troop with three patrols, or about 25 boys in all, had scheduled Saturday June 14th, Flag Day, to come and clear some tent sites and a cooking area.
At dinner, the first Friday after school let out, Grampa warned us that the Seligman Scout Troop was coming out Saturday morning to clear some tent sites so they could hold patrol campouts in our woods.
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Saturday morning we were having breakfast with mom so there was no bell to wake us. We woke up a little later, and we headed to the house. On our way up, the Seligman Scout Troop on their way down passed us. We were dressed as we normally are in camp, just wearing our birthday suits, they were all wearing work clothes and carrying tools. We stepped off the narrow trail so they could pass. Some of the kids tried to not look at us, failing miserably. Some looked and were shocked by what they saw, looking away, and others simply openly stared. There was a lot of giggling by the younger Scouts. We said good morning to them as they filed past and we said hello to our friend, who had an extra-large smile on his face, he told us he had just won a bet with one of the other kids. He'd been bet a quarter, that there wouldn't be any naked people at the pond. The adult leaders were following them and we wished them a good morning too. They all had big smiles too. Last came Grampa who stopped and quickly asked if we had waited on them on purpose. I was able to tell the absolute truth, saying no, that we didn't realize they would be here so early.
Since it was Saturday au natural, we went to the house and ran through the shower quickly, brushed our teeth, and went into the kitchen for breakfast with mom. She approved of our pond-scum-less odor and served us pancakes wearing only an apron that allowed her butt to stick out the back.
We stayed in the house a while, there was no hurry to get back to the pond. We were waiting for the sun to warm the water. Mom made us clean our rooms and gather up clothes for the laundry. Then we watched some cartoons and finally went back down after lunch.
As we reentered the camp area, word quickly spread that the three naked kids were back. They were mostly done, they had cleared 4 distinct tent locations and were now clearing a larger central site that was to become the camp cooking and eating area.
We weren't exactly the center of attention, but I do believe every scout made sure they got a better look at us, and, it wasn't like they were staring directly at us. They were staring at us without looking directly at us, they had been told to expected to see us down there and their leaders told them staring wasn't acceptable, so they stared by looking the ground or anywhere but towards us, and just following us around with their eyes. They did their best to look busy clearing brush and downed limbs.
We let them look at us as we strolled through camp to the pond. I even stopped and talked with our friend to see if he'd gotten his quarter yet, but really, I was just letting his patrol working with him to take a good look. They also got a preview of what nude swimming looked like as we went in the water. Lisa flaunted her nudity and teased the scouts, by laying on her towel out in the sun, her legs pointing towards where the scouts were working, her feet about a foot apart, just enough for the boys to see the outside shape of her vulva and the slot dividing it, but no interior details. That would come later under the guise of sex education.
For the cooking area, they brought and installed a large steel ring for their cooking fires. A second ring, not as tall, was installed near the lake where they intended to hold campfires. They hid the steel ring by putting rocks around the outside to make it look like a more natural fire pit.
They finished up clearing all the sites by 2:30 Saturday afternoon, and we invited them to come swimming with us. The scoutmaster had planned this all along with Grampa and told the kids they could go swimming if they wanted and reminded them that clothing was optional. He hadn't told any of them that there would be time to swim today, so no one brought a swim suit, but the scoutmaster knew full well there would be plenty time. They were told NOT to get their shorts wet as they were expected to wear them home in the vehicles.
It was fun watching them come in for the first time. A few went nude from the beginning, mostly the patrol members of our friend, but several came in wearing underpants. I enticed several to enter the water by jumping from the platform. Underpants don't work well jumping in the water from 7 feet up and if they survive the jump, they tend to get pulled off by the water as they swam to shore. Lots of white underpants were thrown up on the shore from the water.
Within 10 minutes, ever scout figured that they didn't really need them and joined their nude scout friends.
I'm sure for most of them, it was the first time they'd ever seen a girl naked before unless they had a sister, for those, then the first naked girl outside the family. For some I was pretty sure it was their first time to ever see a naked body, male or female.
Marcy had come over by then and she and Lisa had fun being a little extra provocative giving the Scouts plenty of time to see their nude bodies. Lots of boys had erections and tried to hide them at first, but soon gave up on that based on the numbers of boys that had them.
One of their leaders left for a while, Grampa later told me he had come up to the house to talk with him. He had realized that with the number of kids they would be bringing to the camp that little hand-dug latrines weren't going to be enough. He and Grampa huddled together and decided to build a real latrine, with a real toilet seat to sit on and a metal trough to pee in that drained to a pit under the latrine. Since they were the reason a latrine was needed, they agreed to provide the wood, and a work party of adults to come back and build a proper latrine over a deep pit. The building would be portable enough that it could be moved if the hole ever filled up.
He and Grampa came back down and walked around till they found a spot that was convenient to the camp sites, but far enough away from the stream as not to not pollute the water and far enough away from the sites as not to not pollute the air we would breathe.
Finally, the Senior Patrol Leader called everyone together to get ready to leave. We loaned them our towels to dry off.
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After our chores were done for the day and lunch was over we headed back down to the pond. Shortly after we got there, 11 or 12 year-old Billy and 8 or 9 year-old Mark came running down the trail together naked as could be. Mark's abnormally large penis flopping as he ran. These were Mr. Taylor's boys, Mark is the one with precocious puberty.
Mr. Taylor showed up a couple minutes later with a big coil of pool swimming lane markers. We helped him by running them across the pond. We looped it once around the rock and tied the ends with ropes to a tree on either side. This designated the shallow section from the slope down to the 4 ½ foot section.
He had also brought the sign: `POND SWIM RULES'. He had a screwdriver and some screws in his pocket and we mounted the sign on the side of the jumping platform, right at the water's edge.
"I've got a couple more signs up at the truck, where's your Grandpa?" I walked back up with him leaving his two boys to swim and play with David and Lisa as their supervisors.
We found Grandpa in the barn and together we decided where to put the other two signs. The first one said `JOHANSEN POND PARKING'. We put that sign on the top of a fence post a few feet away from the barn where we expected the parents to park. I mentioned to Mr. Taylor that his signs looked just like the signs in town. His reply was that there were perks, working for the county.
The next sign read: `INFORMATION FOR PARENTS'. Where to put it was a harder decision, we wanted everyone to see it before walking down to the pond. Grampa got out a ladder and they hung it on the side of the barn, high enough that no parked truck or even a van would block the sign. With its bold black lettering on a white background, they certainly couldn't say they didn't see it. They didn't need me to help hang the signs so I went back to the pond.
I hadn't been gone 5 minutes, but when I got back, Lisa had managed to get Mark erect, had him lying on his towel, and was sitting on his crotch with his dick in her vagina. David wasn't much better, he was on his hands and knees, with Billy's kneeling behind him slamming his pelvis against David's butt. The scene before me brought my own dick out of its flaccid state. It appeared to me that after last summer's party Billy and Mark had formed a much closer relationship and Billy was enjoying Mark's medical issue for all it was worth. There was a distinct possibility that Mark was losing his girl-virginity to Lisa, but he was only replicating what his brother did with him with his rear entrance. This time just doing it with the proper orifice that only a girl can provide and leave it to Lisa to make it available. She knew that because of his age he would not ejaculate like his brother.
I stroked my dick as I watched the mini-orgy in front of me. Mark had his dry cum pleasing Lisa who got off him letting him up. He came over to me, "Can I have your sperms?" Reinforcing my belief of it being something he's done with his brother more than once. I nodded and took my hand away. His mouth replaced my hand and quickly brought me to fully standing-at-attention and throbbing with each heartbeat. His mouth covered my glans and I went to my knees then to my back, Mark never let go and just followed me to the ground sucking the whole way. I gave up my cum, warning Mark first, which only made him pause sucking as he waited for my ejaculation to enter his mouth. When I had finished, Mark told me, "You're more salty than my brother and a lot thicker, his sperms are really sweet. But your pre-goo is really nice. Well my first independent review, and from a 9 year old at that. I guess I should say my first review from Missouri, I did get a couple `good jobs' back in New Jersey from Armando. That thought brought back the memory of seeing Armando lying on the steps bleeding after being killed, and made me shutter.
Somewhere along the way Billy deposited his sweetness in David's butt and then they both went back in the water, jumping from the platform together. Their splash brought me out of my memory journey and back to the present.
We heard Mr. Taylor yell for his boys maybe 30 minutes later to come back to the car, it was time for them to leave. We let them borrow our towels to dry off before scampering back up the trail.
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Today was an exciting day, especially for Uncle John, escrow closed this morning, now he and the bank share ownership of the house and 200 acres. At breakfast, David and I were again assigned to help Uncle John clean out his barn so it could be sold or leased. Lisa was assigned to help Gramma in the big house.
Uncle John had no intention of becoming a farmer, he was a school teacher. So the first thing he did after breakfast was to put 195 acres including the barn up for sale or lease. This also included everything in the barn and all the equipment in it. That meant we needed to go through the barn and remove anything we wanted to keep. Grampa went with us today hoping to salvage what he could use, so we actually got a ride to work in his truck. Our commute was less than 300 yards. Turned out to be a good thing we decided to do the clean out, there were two perfectly good trucks in the barn, a 1960 Ford F100 pickup and a 1958 Ford F-500 stake-bed truck. There was some cool farm stuff in there too.
Grampa immediately started finding things that he could use and started loading up the back end of his truck with tools, and tractor repair parts that fit his tractor, fence repair parts and wire, and a pile of `nicely aged lumber'. His favorite stuff was all the hardware and the workbench. We moved a couple ladders we found to Uncle John's garage.
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David and me rummaged about on our own looking for things we could use for campsite improvements or otherwise for our own enjoyment. We wandered through some stalls for horses, but they were empty except for some worn-out saddles and other horse stuff. We didn't find anything we could use and went up a built-in ladder to the hayloft.
"Hey David, you know what kids that live on a farm use the hay loft for?"
"So they could hide from doing chores I would guess."
"Have you ever heard the term a romp in the hay?"
"Yeah, sounds familiar, what's that mean?"
"It means to have sex! They come up here to fuck each other."
David got his mischievous look in his eyes, the one that can lead to him getting in trouble. "Oh? Are you telling me you brought me up here to have a romp in the hay with me?"
"I will if you want me to."
"Have I ever turned you down?"
"No, I don't think so."
We both stood there facing each other and taking off our clothes at the same time. He went over to a loose pile of hay and laid on his back. "Owe, this shit hurts, wait a minute, we must be doing something wrong!"
I got on my knees and found out that hay has lots of sharp ends that poke. "We need a blanket or something." So with both of us naked and with our expectant dicks sticking out, we walked around looking for something soft to lay on.
At the very back of the barn there was a large open door, but it was a good 20 feet down if you tried to step out. From this door we had a good view out over the farm Uncle John had bought. About 50 feet back of the barn was another building, not even built like a barn, it had aluminum sides with windows, and regular size door like a house, and it had three garage doors next to each other.
We didn't find anything we could lay on so we gave up on our idea. We went back to our clothes and were dressing. "I know David, put your shirt on, and only pull your pants up just above your knees, then lean over one of the hay bales. He got in that position and I put my clothes on the same way. I got on my knees behind him, our jeans protecting our knees and legs from the savage attack of the hay. I spit some saliva on his anus, moved my dick to his hole, and slowly pressed it in him. David held on to the bale while I drove my dick in and out of him. I was getting close when David moaned loudly and squirted on the side of the hay bale he was leaning over. I pressed onward to achieve my goal.
We heard a noise over where the ladder arrived in the loft. We glanced over just as Uncle John's head was just appearing from down below. We froze. "Ah, the age old farm-boy hay-loft fuck. I participated in several of those myself right in this very loft." Uncle John was now in the loft and walking over to us. This was the first time he'd seen us even semi-naked. "Isn't there a blanket or something you could have used?"
"No, we looked," replied David. I was almost there and I pushed my dick slowly back in David.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. I interrupted you before you could finish. Please go ahead and finish what you started, I heard some moaning and figured you were both done." Tentatively I pulled out and drove back in, once.
"I'm really sorry, I'll wait over here. I didn't mean... I'm sorry." He walked over to the open door keeping his back to us. I did another cycle with David's anus, then another. I could see Uncle John's right arm moving rapidly. He had pulled his dick out and was masturbating too. I was shocked that he was doing it right there. I went back to my business and slapped up against David's cheeks a couple more minutes before cumming in his rectum, me and Uncle John both cummed about the same time, I heard him grunt as he squirted out the open door and onto the ground below. I found fucking David with Uncle John standing 20 feet away very exciting.
"That's the first time I've masturbated outdoors in Missouri since I got back. He said as he stuffed himself back in his pants while David and I finished pulling our pants back up.
I think he heard our zippers because that's when he turned back around. "I am really sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you, I was just coming up to see what you found up here."
"There's nothing up here, not even a blanket, only hay." I told him.
"Howard! That was his name."
"Who's name?" David asked.
"Howard was the kid that lived here when I was about your age. We all called him Howie. It was just he and his dad. Howie was the first boy I ever had sex with since I didn't have a brother. In fact, we were just like brothers. We were 12 before we discovered the pleasures of owning a penis, we figured out everything they could do together, we masturbated together, masturbated each other, gave each other blow jobs, learned to swallow cum when we got old enough, then we saw some pictures in a magazine and discovered fucking each other.
From then on, we fucked whenever we could. We did it mostly in our bedrooms, but we also spent several nights up here, afternoons too, and did it a lot down at the swimming hole too. We probably swallowed a gallon of each other's cum giving blowjobs, between fuck sessions, till we discovered girls. Then we only did it when we were between girlfriends."
"Was he ever mom's girlfriend?"
"Oh absolutely, you have to remember she had a lot of boyfriends. You're wondering, so yes, they had sex. He would be one of your possible fathers, but not likely, he had a girlfriend around the time your mom got pregnant, and I didn't. But that still doesn't eliminate him as a possibility."
"What's that building behind the barn?"
"I don't know. It wasn't listed in the property description, and I just saw it myself, let's go look.
"Be careful coming down the ladder, these are tricky, Uncle John went first and stopped three or four rungs down, "Ok, come on." David went, backing over the edge but protected by Uncle John's arms and body should he slip. Once David was firmly on the ladder, John moved out of his way by letting go on one side allowing David to climb down. "Ok, your turn Michael." I stepped over the edge like David had done into Uncle John's embrace. This is what it must feel like to have a father, I thought to myself as I became enclosed the John's protective arms. "Ok, hold still while I get out of your way." John climbed down then told me to follow.
"Oh, there you guys are," Grampa said. Truck's loaded, did you find anything you want?"
"No, there's nothing we need," I replied.
"But we did find another building. Dad, what do you know about the newer building behind the barn?"
"Never did know there was a building out there."
As we walked out the back of the barn towards the more modern building built of aluminum paneling, Uncle John asked, "What ever happened to Howie and his dad?
"Don't you remember? Howard volunteered for Vietnam in '56 or '57, got himself killed shortly after he got there. His pappy never was the same again."
"Oh yeah, I remember that now. You sent me a letter and had me share it with Mary."
"His dad just kinda dried up inside when he died. Stopped working his fields, stopped going to church, and he'd been a real regular for years. I'd see him in town occasionally picking up groceries, but he kept to himself and didn't talk to anyone. He did get a lot of deliveries, either UPS or a delivery company out of Rogers. We hardly ever saw him around the house, then maybe 5 years ago we stopped seeing him altogether. The bank foreclosed on the farm and they've owned it ever since. He probably died."
"The door's locked, that's strange. Not even the front door of the house was locked. Let me check the keys the agent gave me.
One of the keys fit and the door opened. John went in and found a series of light switches, he flipped the first one, lighting fluorescent fixtures that ran to the back of the building along the wall. They illuminated workbenches, storage racks, a small kitchen, an overstuffed chair, a coffee table covered in car magazines, a bed, and a toilet and a shower. Not a bathroom, just a toilet up against the wall and a shower over a drain with no enclosure.
The light also revealed rows of large objects, 12 of them to be exact, each covered with a cloth tarp. He looked over at David and me, "Too bad you didn't have one of those tarps." He didn't say it loud enough for Grampa to hear, but David and I did and smiled back at him.
The neatly stacked boxes on the storage rack were each marked with a name: Model T, Model A, Duesenberg, Bugatti, Falcon, LeBaron, and more. We opened a couple boxes and found a few small parts for the cars, and all the receipts for parts that fit that car, apparently the old man had restored all these cars.
Uncle John flipped the rest of the switches lighting a row of lights over each row of what we now knew were covered cars. We removed a few tarps and discovered immaculate, fully restored antique automobiles. A 1904 Rolls Royce, next was a 1935 Lincoln LeBaron Convertible Roadster, 1932 Ford Phaeton Roadster, a 1923 Ford Model `T' sedan right next to a 1931 Ford Model `A' Deluxe Roadster, a 1945 Volkswagen Beetle, and a 1958 Lincoln MKIII Convertible. The Lincoln was nearest the door by the garage door, we figured it was his every-day auto, but it looked like it had hardly been driven.
Uncle John decided we had seen enough to know we were in over our heads. Rather than put the tarps back over the cars, we just folded them up.
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After we took the truck home and unloaded all the stuff Grampa had taken from the barn, we went back to get the stake bed truck. Since it hadn't been started in several years, Grampa used his truck to tow it across the street to our barn with a tow rope. Uncle John let me steer while we were being towed at about 1 mile an hour. On the slow drive over, he told me and David that a blanket from the cot was now in the hay loft should we ever want or need it. We made another trip and towed the F100 pickup back to the barn too, David got to steer that one.
Over the summer, one of my frequent assigned chores was to be Grampa's helper getting both trucks running again. We drained and replaced the gas, the oil and the transmission fluids, he taught me how to tune up an engine, and we replaced the plugs, wires, and distributer. We tightened belts and replaced one that was worn out. When at last we started the F500, it caught on the first turn just like a new truck. Same thing happened when we started the F100, it purred like a kitten, ok, a very big, deep-throated kitten.
The F500 became Grampa's work truck. The F100 was destined to remain parked in the garage and was only taken out once a week to run the engine and heat up the oil. He and I'd take it out and drive it on the dirt roads that that went around a bunch of farms that included Grampa's, it was about 9 ½ miles to drive the roads. Third time out, Grampa tossed me the keys and let me drive. He backed it into the garage for me. Told me next time, I was backing it in.
He traded in his old truck on a 1961 Studebaker Lark, which he gave to mom, so now we had our own car.
The Monday after our discovery, Uncle John called Sotheby's in New York, he talked with an automobile auction specialist and when he told Uncle John what he had and how much they may be worth, Uncle John hired them to sell the cars. They referred him to an employee in Dallas and Uncle John called him. They arranged for him to see the collection.
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