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Chapter 3

 

          I tossed and turned all night thinking about meeting up with those new kids in the morning. Luke jumped up and took off at first light, said he was gonna walk Margie to school today. I got up and shook Pauly until I was pretty sure he finally woke up, then pulled on my overalls for school. While I was eating a biscuit and a glass of milk, he stumbled down the ladder still half asleep. He got a bite to eat and momma already had the girls ready, so we took off. At the place the trails come together Ronnie was waiting for us.

          "Where's Abe?" I asked him.

          "Dunno" he said.

          We waited a few minutes but he didn't show, so we went on. As we came up to the place near the fort the Moore kids were there; the ones we met yesterday Donny, Daniel, the boy whose name we didn't get (his name is Matt), and two of the three girls Martha and Jane. Turns out Donny and Matt are twins, not the identical kind, the other kind. Ronnie and Pauly start talking to them and in a flash all four take off down the trail together. The girls walk with me and Daniel for a spell, then, after seeing how clear the trail is, they take off too.

          "I know what y'all do in that place you built out of limbs" Daniel says very quietly.

          "I don't know what you're talking about" I lie.

          "Yeah you do, I hid out and watched you and that other boy come out of there."

          He had me dead to rights. I felt my face flush and I was almost shaking I was so scared.

          "It's okay" he said "I had a friend like that before we left Carolina."

          "You did?" I whispered.

          "Yeah, we was boyfriends, I loved him" he said, sadly.

          "Sorry you had to leave him" I said, kind of at a loss for what to say.

          "Would it be okay if I joined in with y'all sometime?" he asked.

          "I would do stuff with you right now, but I don't know about Abe" I said, "he's a little bit funny about stuff. He got all weird after the other day."

          "What did y'all do?" he asked.

          "Well, I kind of sucked on him till he squirted his stuff" I said, "and now he's dodging me."

          "I've had that happen more'n once" he said. "So, is that all y'all done?"

          "Yeah, what else is there?" I said, my curiosity jumping up.

          "Cornholing" he said quietly.

          "I don't know what that is" I said.

          "Maybe after school, if your friend is still acting squirrelly, I can show you" he whispered, batting those gorgeous blue eyes at me.

          "Deal!" I say.

          When we get to the school, there's Abe sitting by the well with Sally Carter. I wave and he just looks away from me, back at Sally. I decide that whatever game he's playing, I can play it too so I grab Daniel by the overall strap and pull him toward the schoolhouse to meet Miss Virginia, the schoolmarm. He hollers at his brothers and sisters to come on in too. Miss Virginia asks what they already learned so she knows where to place them. I ask if Daniel can sit by me. She said she thought Abe always sat by me, I tell her he's got google eyes for Sally now, I guess. She smiles and says it'll be fine if Daniel sits by me. Just like I figure, Abe is sharing a desk with Sally. The day goes by slow, but finally Miss Virginia wraps up the day, telling us well be having quizzes next week since school is about to let out for planting season. We all groan, and she says class dismissed. We all run for the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Abe takes of with Sally up the trail towards her house and I just sigh. Daniel is beside me and he whispers for me to not be sad, he says if they leave you that easy, they wasn't real friends anyway. Same as on the way to school this morning, the younger kids take off and leave us. Well, truth be told, we was kind of dragging our feet anyway. I was real curious about this whole cornholin' thing Daniel was talking about. The only hole I ever put corn in was my mouth. Was there some other way to do somethin' with your mouth?

          "Looks like we the fort to ourselves" I say.

          "We can use it for now, but we need to find a better hid place" he says, "I don't want to get caught, my pa would whup the hide off'n me."

          "I got some ideas" I say. We walk along in silence `til we get close to the fort. I don't even make any effort to hide the location at this point. We crawl inside and sit down.

          "I'm always timid the first time" he says.

          "I know, me too" I reply.

          "Welp, lets get to it. I can't be too late or my folks'll get to askin' too many questions" he says, unsnapping his overall buckles and slithering the overalls down his torso. He reaches up and swipes a leaf out of his hair and I can see a little patch of blonde hairs under his arm. I go ahead and start shucking off my clothes too. It's so warm now that don't take much, all I got on it the overalls. Which I can tell is the same with him.

          I like old Abe, and he's been my buddy for a long time but this boy beats all. He's got chest muscles kind of like Matthew and Mark but not as firm. His upper arms have little bulges of muscle. I lean toward him to pull the overalls off my legs and as I get close to his shoulder, I can smell just a mild musky odor. I'm hard as a creek rock by the time I get the overalls off. He waits `til I get done, then shimmies out of his, and then I see it. The hair on his head is dang near white, but the hairs around his peter are like spun gold. My pecker is a little longer than my hand is wide, probably about 4 inches or so, but Daniel's is at least an inch longer and his balls are not little boy sized, they are already about twice as big as mine.

          "Dang!" I say, "what a set a balls you got on you!"

          He laughs, "they just started growin' like crazy a couple months ago and my peter got bigger too."

          "Well, I ain't got much in trade" I say.

          "What you got is fine with me" he chuckles, "my friend Ollie used to say more than a mouthful is just a waste. `sides, when is your birthday?"

          "Mine's in October" I say, "I was 12 on October the 19^th. I'm 12 ½ now."

          "Well, see" he says "my birthday is on April 5^th and I'll be 13, so I got a head start on you."

          "April 5^th is next week, I'll have to get you something for your birthday" I say.

          He reached over and wrapped his had around my peter and said "Hmm"

          "What is it?"

          "Mine may be longer but yours is thicker." I reach over and grab his. "Hmmm, maybe. I think they're about the same though."

          "No, yours is for sure thicker, it makes a difference when you cornhole" he said, very expertly.

          "Okay...what exactly is cornhole? You keep talking about it."

          "It's when you put your peter inside another boy's backside, then you hump him like dogs do kind of" he said.

          I just laughed. He couldn't be serious. Something that big wouldn't go in there, my middle finger made me feel weird, much less something twice as thick. I looked at him again, but he wasn't laughing.

          "Your big ole thing wouldn't fit in me. My finger will barely go in there" I say.

          "You have to loosen it up first, let me show you" he says "turn over on your stomach and raise up on your knees."

          I reluctantly do what he says and he takes my legs and spreads them apart and I can feel cool air on my butthole. I look back at him and he has his pointer finger in his mouth sucking on it, then he starts trying to stick it in me and is having no luck.

          "Told ya" I say.

          "Push out like you're taking a big crap" he says. I do and when he sees the hole open a little, he shoves the finger in. At first, he just goes in and out, then he starts pulling on my hole as he goes round and round. This feels both weird and good at the same time. He leans up and spits on my hole and takes his finger out, but then goes back in with two fingers. He keeps up the same motion for a while but then the starts trying to spread the fingers apart and I start grunting kind of loud.

          "Shhhh! Keep it down" he whispers as he spits on my hole again and I feel a third finger trying to get in there.

          "Push out again" he says. I push out and he quickly pushes all three fingers in up to his hand, still twisting. He keeps this up a few more minutes, then he says "suck on my goober and get it real wet". I twist around, and his hand never leaves my butt as I suck on him, peeling his skin back behind the head and wetting him `til he's sloppy wet.

          "Ok, get ready" he says and pulls the fingers out and very quickly replaces them with his pecker. He pushes in and I can feel my hole pop closed behind the ridge of his pecker head.

          "Squeeze down on my hard a few times" he instructs. At first, it kind of hurts, but as I get used to it, it starts to feel pretty good. He starts pushing more of his rod in me slowly until I can feel his scratchy gold wool rubbing my cheeks. I reach back and feel it, he's all the way in. I'm amazed. He stays like that just a second and asks if it feels ok now.

          "Yeah, it actually feels pretty good" I say.

          "Good, then we can start." Heck, I thought we already started, but he pulls it nearly out and then pushes back in and keeps doing it. After a few strokes he speeds up and his breath sounds like he's running. When he pushes it into me, I am making noises I've never heard myself make before; little squealy noises. He picks up speed again and now his balls are slapping on my ass every time he bottoms out. He lays his chest down on my back and reaches around and starts pulling on my cock real fast. That makes my butthole tighten around his peter and I let out a yelp. He kept up the deep strokes a few more minutes, balls slapping ass, then he kind of pushes up with his toes and the angle he's riding me changes and he hits a spot inside me. That combined with his fast strokes on my peter push me over the edge and I start squirting more stuff than I ever did. The clenching of my butthole throws him into the tingles too and all of a sudden it feels like he's sliding way easier in and out of my butt. He lets out a big long breath and collapses on top of me. I roll us to the side so I don't fall in my sticky juice in front of me. He starts softening and slides out of my butt, it feels empty now. We lay there catching our breath for a few minutes.

          "We gotta do more of this cornholin'" I say.

          He smiles and kisses the back of my neck and says "next time I want to feel that thick little plug of yours in me."

          "You'll have to be my tutor on that" I say.

          "Deal!" he replies.

          We get back in to our overalls and go separate ways but I end up having to stop on the way home and let out a big blob of his seed. I'm a sweaty mess. When I get home, Luke is in the yard and when I walk up he says `go wash off, you smell like fornication', so I make a side track out to the branch behind the house and shuck off my overall and splash the cold water over me and squat down to wash my hole and splash water up into my smelly armpits. I hurry back out and shake off as much water as I can so I can get my overalls back on. Luke asks what I had been doing. I asked if he ever heard of cornholin'? He shook his head no. I half smiled and told him I'd tell him about it later.

 

Lambodara 8/25/20

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