Date: Mon, 02 Sep 2019 12:14:53 +0000
From: lambodara@protonmail.com
Subject: appalachian farm life-2

Appalachian Farm Life - 2

2-3 September 1832

I was deep asleep when Willie shook my shoulder. He seemed more gentle than
usual. Today was Sunday, even though it was a day of rest we still had to
feed and water the livestock. We got up and climbed down the ladder and ran
into Jennie Sue who was on her way out to fetch the eggs and feed the
chickens. Mama had the lantern lit and was kneading dough to make biscuits.

"Jasper, when your done, fetch me some bacon from the smokehouse, son."

"Yes ma'am, mama."

Working side by side with Willie I kept getting whiffs of his odor. There
was something about his smell that i really loved, it made me feel happy.

When we were done, Willie said "we can't go to church dirty like this, lets
go wash up."

We went to the well and pulled up a bucket of the cold water from its
depths and went inside the barn so we could wash off. Willie grabbed the
stiff dried rag that was hung over a board and wet it while I pulled my
clothes off. He handed me the rag and I washed my face and arms with the
hunk of lye soap laying in the soap box nearby. Then rinsed the rag and
washed under my arms and around my crotch area.

"Make sure you clean under your foreskin", Willie said "now that you're
making juice it'll start to smell". When I pulled my skin back I noticed I
could indeed smell an odor very similar to how my hand smelled last night
when I played with Willie, but nowhere near as strong an odor. I rinsed it
off and got dressed and went to get the bacon for mama while Willie
finished up. Neither of us spoke of what happened last night.

When we came in the house, mama said "Y'all go right back out and clean up
for church."

"We already did" Willie told her.

"My goodness, miracles DO happen", she replied, laughing.

The sermon was about humility and how we should be humble because those who
exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who are humble will be
exalted. We should remember that we are small and insignificant and God is
great. We should strive to serve our brothers and sisters rather than
expect to be served. All I could think about was serving Willie again.

After the service, we went home. There was no cooking today, nor any work
at all. On the seventh day God rested and so did we. Me and Willie asked
daddy if it was okay for us to go visit our friends Danny and Sammy over in
the next valley. He said it was okay, but "don't stay long, you still have
chores afore bedtime."

"Yes sir!" we chimed and we were off. Danny and Sammy's family lived about
a mile and a half as the crow flies, maybe a little more following the
twisty trail through the forest. After our long walk we emerged from the
woods across the field from the Schwarz's cabin. We were still a ways from
the cabin when Danny's father yelled, "they're not here, they gone to the
creek for a swim." Willie waved and said "Thanks!" and we turned around and
started back down the trail towards our farm until we got to the side trail
about a half mile down. When we got to the creek, not only were Danny and
Sammy there but an older boy Randy Thompkins was with them. Now, Danny and
Sammy were our age, Danny was about 3 months older than Willie while Sammy
was about a month younger than me. Randy, on the other hand, was about
17. He was a fully grown six foot or maybe 6'2", kind of lean but very
muscled with big arms and his belly looked like a tic tac toe board. He had
sandy blond hair but around his privates it was almost as dark as the hair
on my head. His eyes were blue like the morning sky. The gossipy old women
said Randy was not interested in marrying and whispered in a disapproving
tone that he was a "confirmed batchelor". Unlike us younger kids with our
breakfast link sausages, Randy was sporting a bratwurst. In comparison to
my 4" hard, his soft meat was at least two inches longer and a good bit
thicker. I found it hard to look away. When he caught me looking he gave me
a smirk with a twinkling eye.

We skinned off our clothes and got in the water. We played around and I got
on Willie's shouders and Sammy got on Danny's and we had a chicken fight
for a while. We won twice and they won once. Then we all just laid in the
water for a while and let the stream flow around and over us. I was kind of
pudged up from all the activity and I kept catching Randy taking peeks at
me which made me feel weird but in a good way. Looking around at the
shadows, Willie said we probably needed to go, so we got out and dressed
and started back home. We still had evening chores to do. The Schwarzes got
out too leaving Randy floating by himself. Randy looked straight at me and
said to the group that he would probably be back here tomorrow if any of us
felt like making the trip. It gave me that strange feeling again. We got
home, did our chores, ate supper which was cold cornbread mixed with
buttermilk, said our prayers and climbed up to bed. (Just sleep, still
Sunday. LOL)


3 September 1832

I woke up really early, it was still pitch black outside. Since we didn't
do any work yesterday, I couldn't sleep any longer. I rolled restlessly for
a little bit and finally whispered "Willie, are you awake?"

"Yeah, I can't sleep. Should we do chores early?"

"Well, I was thinking of doing something else. It's getting gray outside,
can I come over there for a few minutes?"

"Sure" he said, "but we don't have long."

I almost tripped trying to get over to his mattress. My peter had been hard
since I woke up and it needed attention. When I got to his side of the room
he whispered, "this time get in with your head toward my feet." I looked
puzzled and he said "I want to show you something." So I did, and then he
started sliding down until his face was at my crotch and mine was by his.

At first he took my pole in his hand like before and rubbed it. After a few
minutes he slowed down then stopped. I said "Don't stop, that was feeling
good" He said "Don't worry, I just want to try something else I think
you'll like." He let out a breath and the next thing I felt was a warm
wetness on my dink. He kept slobbering up and down the length of it. Then
he covered his teeth with his lips and pushed the skin back off the head
with his mouth. It felt better than anything I'd ever experienced in my
young life. Almost absentmindedly I started stroking his meat slowly until
he whispered "do what I'm doing."

"But, you shoot that stuff out when you get the feeling" I said.

"Yeah, but you liked it, you cleaned me up before. This will save the clean
up", he was right of course, so I tentatively stuck my tongue out and gave
the tip a lick. There was something wet on it but it wasn't thick like the
white stuff, it was thin and sweet and tasted better than the white
stuff. I pulled his skin back and started running my tongue around the
ridge and back up across the hole where the pee comes out. I was holding
the base of his peter with my left hand, so with my right one I slowly
reached around to his back, remembering how good it felt when he rubbed my
cornhole. I got my hand between his mounds and stuck the tip of my middle
finger against his hole and lightly rubbed it in circles. He made a humming
sound which vibrated around my cock and I felt him hit my pooper with his
own finger, copying my motions. I kept bobbing my head up and down his dick
and rubbing his hole and he did the same to me, then in a surprise move, he
shoved his finger up inside me and I exploded into his mouth. He jerked
back and in a loud whisper said "YOU JUST MADE THE STUFF!!!" which set him
off and he started blasting into my mouth over and over again. I swallowed
as fast as I could but still had a little left in my mouth when he pulled
me up and kissed me and I could taste my flavor mixing with his.

We lay there, our hearts racing for a minute when we heard daddy open the
door and go outside. We looked and each other in a panic and started
jerking clothes on as quich as we could. We should have already been up and
doing our chores but we got too carried away. We flew down the ladder and
outside running straight into daddy.

"Why are y'all just getting out here?" he asked, "get the animals fed and
watered like you we supposed to already have done."

"I'm sorry daddy, we overslept" I said, "we got tired from all the walking
yesterday and swimming in the...."

"I don't want to hear it, just don't let it happen again or I'll whup the
hide off you" he said.

"Yes sir" we chimed in unison.

Relieved that there was no punishment this time, we went about our daily
routine.

Lambodara 09/01/2019