Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2019 23:27:16 +0000
From: lambodara@protonmail.com
Subject: Appalachian Farm Life-10

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15 September 1832
My Birthday

I could feel the heat on my face from the morning sun. I could feel Sammy's
arm folded over me holding his chest against my back. Last, but not least,
I could feel Sammy's rock hard pecker knocking at my back door. My crack
was still slippery from our fun last night so I raised my leg and adjusted
my body until his cock was centered on my hole, then I started slowly
pushing back. It slipped away toward my balls. I reached back and aimed it
and held it as I pushed out and it popped in past my tight ring. I started
moving back and forth hunching my butt on him until he woke up. Sammy
didn't say anything, he just turned over on his back with me on top, my
back to his front. He let his hips do the work as he reached up with his
right hand and began stroking me. He was not hurrying at all, both the
strokes in my cornhole and the stroking on my peter were almost lazy. He
added the element of licking me from between the collar bone up the back of
my neck. With his left hand he started the playing with my ear the way he
knew drives me crazy. I wanted my tingles sooo bad, but he just kept up a
slow and steady pace. He moved the left hand down to pinch my nipple at the
same time he pumped extra hard into my ass, then back to slow motion. The
left hand traced down the middle of my stomach until it found an invisible
treasure trail. The super light touch traced the invisible hairs up and
down in rythym with the pumping. Moving on down, the left hand found my
balls which were pulled up close to my body. He made a circle with his
thumb and forefinger and pulled them away, then let them snap back. He did
this several times. My pecker was so tight...I wanted to....I needed
to.... He felt my tingles almost before I did and started pounding in and
out of me fast and hard as he could until....

"Oh, God...Jasper....I'm....gooonnnaaa...ssshhooootttt!!!!"

We were both shuddering and moaning. My hole was having spasms around his
still moving dick and he hadn't stopped stroking my pud. Slowly we both
came down from the bliss and I rolled off him to find I had coated my belly
and chest with about 5 lines of my not so thin boyjuice. This new batch was
thicker and more white looking. Sammy turned on his side and faced me
pulling me to him and smashing my load onto both of us. He licked a drop
off of my chin, kissed me and said "Happy Birthday, Jasper! I love you."

Okay, so I'd say I was pleased with my birthday so far.

We climbed down from our love nest and waded into the creek to wash off our
sticky mess. I squatted and let it run out of my butt and washed my rear
off good. We stayed naked while Sammy built a small fire. We used the metal
plate as a pan to heat the ham my mother sent and Sammy dug through his bag
and pulled out some eggs he had brought from home. This time we kind of
made a sandwich by putting the eggs between two pieces of ham (we were
still too dumb to bring a fork).

I climbed back up to the overhang to get our stuff and started noticing
that it wasn't that far to the top of the cliff so I kept climbing up. At
the top the land was actually kind of flat, at least enough room for a
homeplace. I climbed back to the overhang and picked up our stuff and
climbed down.

"Who owns the land above the overhang?" I asked Sammy.

"Uh....I'm not really sure, but I think it may be either pa's or Randy's"
he said, "ask pa, he'll know for sure."

We cleaned the dish and packed everything up and reluctantly went to get
our clothes back on.

"Should we go to your house or mine?" Sammy asked.

"I think papa figured I'd be staying up at your house longer" he said
"being it's your birthday and all."

"Okay let's go there, maybe we can go back up to the waterfall or
something" I said.

Mama was cooking and she yelled for us to stay out of the house. We threw
our stuff on the porch and walked over to see what daddy was working on. I
was walking a little stiff because my hole was still kinda tender.

Daddy said "what's wrong with you, did you hurt yourself?"

"I slipped on the rocks by the creek and fell on my tailbone" I lied "it'll
be okay later, I rolled when I fell." Sammy tried to keep from smiling and
looked up toward the woods.

"I did something like that one time" he said, "when the ground hit me it
made a slapping noise."

I couldn't help but let out a quick laugh.

"What's so funny" daddy asked.

"I'm just happy it's my birthday" I said.

Daddy gave me a puzzled look but said "What are you going to do on your
special day?"

"Sammy made me breakfast this morning, that was a good start" I said
"nothing like meat and eggs to start the day!"

Sammy punched me in the arm and said "Let's go do something."

Daddy said "Hey, if you don't have plans, would you like to deliver another
deed for me, the one Sammy's dad brought back the other day?"

"I don't know..."

"The owner lives in the cherokee village way up past where you went last
time...you can ride Black Jack over there if you want" he said.

"Okay!" I said, he knew how I loved to ride our horses.

"Just straight there and back son, no lollygagging around" he cautioned.

Me and Sammy ran to the barn. "Grab the gray blanket and the saddle on the
left" I instructed Sammy "I bring Black Jack out." We threw the blanket on
and I had to get the ladder to get the saddle on, I handed it up to Sammy
and he laid it on. We got everything cinched down and I grabbed the saddle
bags.

Daddy was walking out of the house with the envelope which I tucked in the
saddle bag as well as some food he brought out for our lunch. I let Sammy
get up first, then I settled in behind him.

"When you get to where you turn to go to Mr. Bearfield's, don't. Go
straight, cross that next stream and take the wagon trace that crosses to
the left. John Running Deer's place will be the third one you come to" he
said "you can stop long enough to eat and pee but that's it, no playing
around."

"Yes sir" I said taking the reins and giving Black Jack a little kick.

In no time we were on the waterfall trail with the motions of Black Jack
making Sammy's ass ride my expanding bulge. Even though we had no doubt
emptied out our balls this morning, damned if it wasn't making me hot as a
bonfire. I guess I was a fast recharger. I handed the reins to Sammy
telling him to take over for a minute so I could readjust. I reached into
my overalls and went all the way under my smothered sweaty balls and pulled
everything free. I left my peter sticking straight up. Even though
separated by our clothing my dick was riding Sammy's backbone now. I leaned
back a bit to ease the friction.

"Are you trying to wear a rut in my back?" he smarted off.

"I was just packed up and had to have some freedom" I replied "but from
what I remember you liked me riding your back, just a little lower down."
Since he had the reins I rested wrapped my arms around him and rested my
hands on the two saddle horns, well, one saddle horn and one other thing
about as hard as the saddle horn.

We crossed the creek daddy hold told us about and before long came to the
wagon trace and made our left turn. We passed a cabin on the left with an
old white haired indian man sitting on the porch whittling. The second
cabin we passed was on the left. Two smaller kids about Booger's age were
playing in the yard under the watch of a woman I assumed was their mother,
who was sitting in a chair under a big oak tree. Just around the next bend
in the road was John Running Deer's place. It was not what we were
expecting. John Running Deer must have been pretty well off, his house was
not logs but sawmill boards. It was painted white with red shutters like a
fancy city house.

I jumped off the horse and fumbled through the saddlebags to pull out the
big envelope. A man appeared at the door; he was probably between the ages
of my dad and Sammy's (mid 30's). He looked to be about 4" taller than me
(so about 5'8"), between a hundred and one and a quarter, long shiny jet
black hair in a pony tail wrapped in leather cord that hung to waist
level. He was shirtless, barefoot and wearing only a pair of well-worn
pants with a lighter more worn looking area next to the button placket
running down toward the leg on the left side. It looked like he was
smuggling a ferret in there.

"What can I do for you fellas?" he asked.

"Osiyo!" I said "my father sent us to deliver this to you."

"Ahh, you are the sons of Jacob or Ethan?" he asked.

"Kinda both" I said, "I'm Jasper, my daddy is Ethan and this here is Sammy,
his pa is Jacob."

"I thought as much" he said "Sammy is the image of his father and your face
is a mix between your brother Karl and your father."

"Anyway, dad just wanted us to deliver this for you" I said awkwardly,
thinking of how Karl looked compared to me.

"Would you like to come in for something to drink?" he said. I was lost in
that faded spot on his pants, but I said "No, we can't, daddy told us to
deliver the papers and come straight home, but thanks anyway." I shook his
hand like Waya showed me and climbed back on the horse. I watched as he
walked back to the house with his pants streched tight over that perfect
ass with the pony tail swinging above it. I reached in and re-adjusted
before we took off.

"Oh boy!" Sammy said, "after seeing that big ole pipe you WILL rub a rut in
my back going home."

I ran my hand over the front of his crotch and apparently the perfect
indian had the same effect on him.

We rode back to the creek crossing and let Black Jack graze and get some
water while we ate our lunch. Remembering what daddy told me we peed and
got back on our horse to head back. This time Sammy insisted on being the
back rider, he adjusted and we took off. A few minutes later I could see
what he was talking about. His hardon was rubbing a trail right up my
spine. He started to wrap his arms around my waist but instead shoved both
arms into my overalls and gripped my nail hard boyhood giving it gentle
rubs while stroking my nuts with the other hand.

Too soon we were back at the farm. As we entered the barn daddy said "brush
Black Jack down good before you put him up."

"Yes sir, I will" I said.

By the time we had the saddle and blanket off and got Black Jack brushed
down we were nasty with dust and sweat so I went and drew a bucket of water
from the well and we washed off in the barn. Or I should say we washed each
other off in the barn. I was finishing up cleaning Sammy when Joseph walked
in.

"Hey Jasper, daddy said to get y'all to wash me off, I got watermelon juice
on me at lunch and then got dusty and sticky."

"Ok, drop your drawers and come on over, I'll get some more water" I said.

I came back in and Joseph was naked with both hands covering his little
boyhood.

"You don't have to hide it from Sammy and me" I said, "we're all boys, we
all got the same thing. 'sides I've already seen it anyway."

He stuck out his tongue at me so I took the ladle and poured some very cold
well water over his head. As it ran down his body goosebumps formed
everywhere and his little nipples stuck out sharp enough to cut glass. He
let go of his jewels to rub his nipples and I attacked with another ladle
of water down his front and started rubbing him with the washrag. I washed
his face, neck, chest, back, the sweat beads under his arms and made my way
toward his legs avoiding the iron peg sticking up between his legs. Sammy
got behind him and wash from his back to his butt and down each leg, then
said "spread 'em".

Joseph complied and winked his little pucker at Sammy who wet the rag again
and scrubbed the pucker clean. Joseph stood back up and I took a ladle of
water and drizzled it while Sammy pulled his foreskin back as much as it
would go and rinsed off the tip of his little cocklet. I poured some water
in my cupped hand and washed around his ballsack while Sammy was cleaning
the twig and Joseph started shaking and whispered "y'all just gave me the
tingles" with a big smile.

All cleaned up, we got dressed, I returned the bucket to the well and we
went inside.

Inside the house was the biggest surprise of the day, the cabin was full of
folks who had come for my birthday dinner! Daddy had been able to trade
some of the cornmeal for some flour and sugar. Mama made my favorite,
chicken and dumplins with chickens donated by Mr. Fielding, there was
enough to go around. After supper, mama went to the cupboard and brought
out another big surprise, she had made me a birthday cake. I think it was
the first I had ever got, at least that I could remember. It was late when
we got through so Sammy slept with me in the loft that night. Danny and
Willie shared his bed. Jacob and Randy took the loft in the barn. I fell
asleep in my lover's arms. I may have been the happiest boy in the world.

The Schwarzes left early the next morning. Randy woke Sammy and Danny, me
and Sammy snuck a quick kiss and they were gone. I lay there already
feeling lonely and let out a heavy sigh.

"Hey squirt...come here" Willie said.

I got up and went over, he lifted the covers and let me in. He kissed me
and said "I forgot to tell you Happy Birthday."

"Thank you" I said.

He wrapped his arm around me and held me tight. We had come full circle,
Willie and me. Brothers, friends, lovers, enemies, friends and back to
brothers. I knew one thing for sure, Willie would always have my back.

The End

Lambodara 09/11/2019

That's all of their story for now. I may take up this story fast forwarded
a few years in the future, not sure yet. If there's any interest. Let me
know. lambodara@protonmail.com