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March 15, 1916

 

The school had a real photographer come today to make a photograph of our class. We watched as he set up his equipment, and asked lots of questions. He brought out what he called a tripod, a contraption made up of three long wooden legs. Then he opened a travel chest and brought out this strange looking box with rails and folded cloth on it he said was the bellows. It had a round thing with glass on the front that he said was the lens, it was what would capture the image. Last of all he attached a big piece of black cloth to the back side of the box, and he stuck this big flat square thing onto the back of the box. That's when he told us to start lining up, the taller ones in the back. We had to stay real still while he was taking the picture.

Abe and me were 13 so we were kind of in the middle. Abe was being foolish and had both hands shoved down in his overall pockets rubbing on his stuff, later on when we got to see the picture you can see Abe out on the end of the row with the front of his overalls sticking out in the crotch from where he gave his self a stiffy. In that picture, you also see me looking at him and if you follow where my eyes are looking, they also point to his bulge. See, at the age of 13, Abe had the biggest peter of all us boys. It was man-sized while most of us were still waiting for the change. Me and Abe measured with a school ruler one evening and mine was four and a half inches, but his was a good two inches longer than mine and dang near double as thick.

Oh, by the way, I'm John or Johnny to most people. I'm 13, like Abe, but he's closer to 14 than me.

After the excitement of the photographer we had to go back in to finish the school day. It wouldn't be much longer till school was out since spring was coming on and we'd have to help get the crops planted and all that. After school let out for the day me and Abe and Ronnie started walking toward home. Ronnie is Abe's little cousin that lives in the same holler, he's two years younger than us. From the schoolhouse it took us about an hour to walk home. The footpath ran next to a stream near all the way. Ronnie's path branches off just before the swimmin' hole. We wave bye and head on up the trail.

One reason it takes us an hour to get home is we usually stop by our fort. It's not really nothing but a bunch of old fallen branches stacked up in a circle, but we got it completely covered so its privacy, something we don't have anywhere else. We usually measure and compare on the way home, so we stop near about every day at the fort. My pecker has been standing up since Ronnie broke off from us, we get on our knees and crawl in the fort and I can already hear the clinking of Abe's metal overall buckles being undone. He keeps twisting and turning `til he's out of them and sitting cross-legged in just his union suit. He watches me, grinning, as I struggle to get out of my overalls in the confined space. He starts unbuttoning the buttons on his union suit down to the waist and then shrugs the material off his shoulders and sets his peter free. He'll be 14 in May and he already has thick patches of coarse hair on each side of that big ole tube of his; I have a few hairs but nothing thick as his so far. We usually sit with the bottoms of our feet together, pushing against each other as we rub our peckers till we get the feeling. I'm extra horny today and I ask if I can touch his. He gives a me weird look but says okay. I scoot around beside him and slip my hand around it. Gosh! It feels so much bigger than mine. I skin it back and let the purple-pink head out in the air. I run the skin up and down a few times and he sucks in a big breath and starts fidgeting. I ask what's wrong and he says it feels different when I do it, better. I cycle it a couple more times and some kind of clear stuff runs out of it onto my hand. I turn loose of his pole to investigate what it is. It's real slick, so I take some of it and rub it on my spike, it makes my motions way easier. I bring my hand back up and smell it, and it smells so good I don't even think about it when my tongue shoots out to taste it. Abe is watching my every move while he is flogging the hell out of his business. He keeps getting quieter and stops breathing, he has both his legs straight out and I can feel all his muscles locked tight, then he groans loud and lets out his air and white stuff comes flying out of his peter onto his belly.

"What's the heck is that?" I ask.

"When my pa had that talk with me, he said I'd probably start making cum before long, I reckon that's what it is" he replied "Pa says it's what makes babies. Can you do make it yet?"

"Nope, I just get the tingles all over and mine throbs but nothing comes out" I say.

"Dang, I can't believe you tasted that stuff" he says "what was it like?"

"The clear stuff is sweet" I tell him, "you should try it."

Abe just looks at me doubtful and rummages through his pockets and pulls out an old worn handkerchief to wipe off with. "I reckon we ought to get on home."

My family is five boys, four girls and momma and daddy. Our house is new style, made out of sawmill boards instead of an old log cabin. We have two sleeping rooms plus the loft. All of us boys sleep in the loft together. Daddy likes to keep the girls closer. That many of us up here makes it too close for doing much other than sleeping, though nights that I couldn't sleep I seen my older brothers doing stuff and making noises. The two oldest Matt and Mark sleep on one side of the loft and the other three of us (Luke, me and Pauly) pile up on the other side. I'm laying on my left side, facing toward the pitch of the roof, and my brother Luke is in front of me. Luke is a little more than a year older than me and is getting irritated that he being poked in the butt. He turns toward me and whispers `don't you know how to handle that so it'll go away?'. I act dumb and ask what he's talking about. He reaches between us and grabs my peter and whispers `this!'

"Come on," he whispers "let's go to the outhouse." We get up and start for the ladder.

When we get to the outhouse Luke says "What's got you so wound up?" Me and Luke have always been close so I just tell him the story about the fort and all the details.

"Yeah, the clear stuff is sweet but I like the creamy cum stuff too" is all he says.

"Well, ever since this afternoon all I can think about is how it would be to taste that stuff straight from his goober" I say "thinking `bout it's making mine stay hard as a rock."

"I know it's not the same, but you can try it out on me if you want to" Luke says pulling up his long nightshirt. I seen Luke a million times but very seldom have I ever seen him hard. His was almost as big as Abe's now. In the moonlight I could see the skin pulled back about halfway on the head and the glistening of that clear stuff on the end. "Go ahead" he says softly. I'm kind of skittish at first as I lean in and swipe my tongue under the tip to collect his sticky prize, but after a couple of licks I get bolder. I push him back so he's sitting on the boards of the outhouse and lean up and take the end of his pecker in my mouth. It responds by pulsing and squirting a little more of his precum into my mouth.

"Go up and down on it like when you play with yourself, except with your mouth" he instructs. I do like he says and start bobbing my head on his wiener and all of a sudden, he stiffens like Abe did and starts filling my mouth up with stuff. This is thicker and not as sweet but I still like it. I hold it in my mouth a minute before I swallow it. He's panting like a dog that's been chasing a rabbit.

"That don't help mine go down" I say.

"Let me catch my breath a minute" he says. Slowly, he starts breathing normal and stands up and motions for me to sit. I already have my nightshirt pulled up and Luke wastes no time diving onto my stiff knob and bobbing up and down. He goes deep and I can feel the head of my pecker hitting the back of his throat. I'm so wound up, I don't last five minutes and I'm throbbing like crazy in his mouth.

"I think you might have squirted just a little" he says, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his nightshirt, "I could taste something. It shouldn't be long before you're shooting like me."

"We better get back to the house `fore Daddy comes looking for us" I say, and we hurry back in. I fall asleep thinking of the new stuff I can show Abe, and I sleep like the dead the rest of the night.

 

Lambodara 8/14/20

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