Date: Tue, 03 Sep 2019 22:49:00 +0000
From: lambodara@protonmail.com
Subject: Appalachian Farm Life-5

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8 September 1832

When Willie woke up, the tables were turned, I had already got up and
left. Willie found me out by the cows.

"I've already done the cows if you'll do the horses we'll be done" I said.

"Where are you in such a hurry to get to?" he asked.

"Nowhere, just trying to help you so you can rush over to your GIRLFRIEND"
I spat out at him.

"Fine! Thank you, then!" he sounded hurt.

"Jas, its not like you think it is" he said.

"Oh yeah, how do I think it is, since you're a mindreader now?" (thinking
back now I was really a bastard)

"I really don't have time to explain it right now and I can tell you're in
a black mood" he shot at me.

"I know" I said, "go on and chase your cunt, but don't expect anything from
me when you come home" (yep, really bitchy)

Willie shook his head and just walked away. He didn't fight back, which
made me feel even shittier.



Our chores done I took off to the woods since daddy didn't have anything
pressing that needed our help. I wasn't looking for company, just wanted to
be alone so instead of walking toward the Schwarzes I walked uphill toward
the Cherokee lands. I didn't plan to go into their lands just up that way,
maybe to the waterfall.



Around the waterfall, the indians had worked the rocks until they were
smooth like chairs, places to sit and enjoy the view. The waterfall was
probably over a hundred foot tall; in part real free-falling water, part
cascade down over the moss speckled boulders. The water gathered in a big
pool at the bottom which was continuously churned by the falling stream. I
leaned back against the cliff and kind of let my thoughts wonder. I think I
may have fallen asleep for a spell. When I woke up it was bright midday,
the direct overhead sun throwing a beam of light onto the waterfall. I
suddenly became aware that someone was sitting just a couple of rocks down
from me. I looked over and when my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness
I saw a cherokee boy. I couldn't tell for sure but I think he was older
than me, maybe 14 or 15.



When he noticed I was awake he nodded at me.

"Osiyo" he said.

I wasn't sure what it meant, but he sounded friendly.

"Hello" I replied.

"Name?" he said, pointing at me.

"Jasper" I said, then pointed at him, "you?"

"My people call me Usti Waya" he said, in surprisingly good english, "it
means 'little wolf' in white language."

"You don't look that little to me" I said in a joking tone.

"This is true," he said smiling, "friends just call me Waya now."

"How far is your village from here?" I asked.

"One mountain over, but don't know how much longer. The government is
making our people move west, herding us like cows, moving us from our
lands. We have heard that the Seminoles from down south have already been
removed."

"Not all of us believe in what the government men are doing to the indians"
I said, "my daddy has helped your people get land deeds before."

He looked down, contemplating my words. "Who is your father?" he asked.

"Ethan Turner" I answered.

"I have heard of Ethan Turner, he is a good man" he said, "you, me, we can
be friends."

He thrust out his hand to me and I took his hand as if to shake hands. He
nodded no, then grasped my forearm near the elbow and positioned my hand on
his arm likewise, "Friends" he said, "Yes, friends" I replied.

He said he had a long climb to get back to his family so we said 'until
later' and I watched as he started climbing the rocks beside the
waterfall. When he was about twice my height above me I looked up and could
see the leather of his loincloth straining around a sizeable bulge. I shook
off the thoughts I was having. We just met and I figured he was a cunny
lover like Willie had turned into.



I decided to head back to the farm and eat lunch with my parents. Turns out
Mother and Jennie had left to stay a few days with my sister who was close
to giving birth any day now. That left us guys to fend for ourselves. Mama
had prepared some food for us before they left so I sat and ate with dad
and the younger boys.



Daddy said, "Jas, I still have a lot of fence to check out, so you'll have
to watch the boys for me."

I wasn't real happy about that but said "Yes sir."

"Don't go off with 'em, I don't want 'em in the woods, your mama would skin
me alive" he said.

Once again, "Yes sir".

Well, I guessed the second half of this day was going to be dull and
boring.

I sat out on the porch while the boys ran around playing tag and hoop and
stick. In a while the little ones came up and laid on the porch tired from
all the running around. JimBob lay his head on my lap and Booger was laying
on JimBob's lap. JimBob kept moving aroung trying to get comfortable and it
was making me get hard. I hoped he couldn't feel it. I didn't want him to
start asking a bunch of questions. He started quieting down and got cool I
guess because he brought his arms inside his overalls. It looked like he
had his right hand in his crotch moving around.

"Whatchu doing, buddy?" I asked him.

"My goober gets pointy sometimes and I rub on it so it'll quit" he said,
"You oughta try it, yours is sticking in my neck".

"Show me how" I said.

He gently moved Boog off of him onto the porch boards and turned
around. "Take it out so I can show you" he said.

I unbuttoned the fly of my overalls and pulled out my peter, JB pulled it
toward him and put his little hand around it and just squeezed as hard as
he could. He released and squeezed again a couple of times before I stopped
him.

"Let me show you a better way" I said, looking over to make sure Booger was
still asleep.

"Okay" he said getting on his knees and facing me. He opened his pants and
his stiff little nail pointed up at me. I turned him around so his back was
against my stomach and reached around with my right hand and started
stroking him. His thing had not been played with and his skin was too tight
to pull all the way back, so instead I stroked it forward into a nozzle
then back even with the head, without making the skin come back off the
head.

"That feels funny" he said.

"Like how" I asked, though I already knew exactly.

"It feels all tingly and its making my poop hole tighten up" he said
softly. His legs were straight out in front of him and he had them so tight
together you couldn't stick a penny between them. I pulled him tight to my
chest with my left arm and sped up the churning motion I had going on his
little peter. Without warning he pushed back into me hard and started
shaking and pushed my hand away.

"Oh wow" he said, "you were right, that was way better than my way but I
thought I was gonna pee on you for a minute but then everything went black
and I was seeing stars."

I chuckled, he had his first tingles.

"Don't tell daddy about this or we'll be in trouble" I said.

"Never" he said, "But can we do it again?"



We got everthing covered back up and he lay down by Booger and was out like
a light. About 30 minutes later Willie came strolling up. I shook the kids
and woke them up, if they kept sleeping they wouldn't sleep good tonight. I
sent them back out to play and Willie sat next to me. He didn't say
anything for a long time. "Jasper, are you still mad at me?" he asked.

"Yes......kinda......no, I guess not really....I mean I guess I was
thinking you liked me or something and then you just disappear and ain't
ever around. I thought we were best friends on top of being brothers?!?"

"I do like you, I love you....like brothers love brothers......it's just I
like Sarah Jane in a different way. Not a sister way, like a mama and daddy
way." he said. "You'll always be my best friend, but I can't marry you and
have kids and all that."

"I didn't know you were interested in that, you never let on about to me
before" I said.

"Well, you and me are different Jasper" he said, "I knew a long time ago
you don't have a heart for girls, I didn't figure you'd understand."

"You're right about that" I said "what can Sarah Jane give you that I
can't?"

"A family" he said looking down at his feet. "Look, I just don't like boys
the way you do. I know I played around some but it was all just games to
get tingles to me. It's serious to you, like Sarah Jane is to me."

"Ok.....I guess I understand" I said although I really didn't.

"So, we can be best friends and you can talk to me about anything but I
don't want to do stuff with you anymore. Are you gonna hate me?"

"Willie, I could never hate you. I AM jealous though, cause I wanted you to
love me and now you say it will never happen. So I'm gonna need time to
adjust to that."

"I doubt it'll take you long. Daddy says you been hanging out with Sammy a
LOT lately" he said with obvious implications.

I just looked down with a smile and didn't say anything. He punched me in
the arm, then I punched him back. I decided maybe we could still be
friends, just without benefits.



9 September 1832



We got up early and knocked out our chores, Willie told me bye and headed
off for the Fieldings farm. This time I didn't feel so bad watching him
walk away. Things were changing in our lives, for better or worse remained
to be seen but at least now I knew I hadn't been abandoned.



I walked back toward the house from feeding the horses and mules and I saw
daddy talking to another man. When I got closer I could see it was Jacob
Schwarz, Sammy's father. I went behind them and sat on the porch. I could
hear Mr. Schwarz saying that he was going to have to leave for Asheville to
pick up a friend at the train station and he wanted to know if daddy could
watch Danny and Sammy for him while he was gone (Mrs. Schwarz had passed
away a couple of years prior). Daddy said sure, he could put two boys in
the loft and the other two could go out and sleep in the hayloft in the
barn. Boy! I had a plan hatching in my mind almost immediately.

"Me and Sammy will take the hayloft and Danny can have my bed in the loft
with Willie" I said, trying not to sound eager, just accomodating.

"Okay, sounds good" he said "I'll send them over this evening."

The two men shook hands and Mr. Schwarz left for home.



I went inside and while daddy was telling mother what was going on I went
to the cedar chest and got out some blankets for the hayloft. We wouldn't
have pillows but we could roll up clothes for that. Daddy told me to go in
the tack room and get a piece of tarpaulin to lay on the hay so it wouldn't
poke us all night. I wanted to feel poking all night, just not from the hay
so I went and found a piece about 5'x 6' and first piled up some hay nice
and thick then threw the tarp over it. After that I unfolded the blankets
and made it all comfortable. As an afterthought, I went back to the head
end and shoved some extra hay under it creating kind of a makeshift pillow
all the way across. I went back downstairs and made sure the kerosene
lantern had plenty of fuel and now I felt we were ready for the night.



About the time it was starting to get dark, Danny and Sammy showed up,
looking none too happy. Danny was grumbling about being cooped up in that
small space having to share a bed with his stinky little brother.

"You don't have to worry about that" I told him "Sammy and me will be
sleeping in the hayloft in the barn. You get my bed upstairs with
Willie. Y'all have a lot in common." "Sammy, come on and I'll show you our
place" I said and we walked into the barn. I showed him where we would be
sleeping then I said "Before we turn in for the night, we need to go up to
the smokehouse for a minute."

"Why, are you still hungry" he said, eager to get our activities started.

"No, come on, you'll see."

While I was cleaning the hayloft out I had found an empty little salve jar
that had once had some horse linament or something in it. I wiped it out
with hay and saved it. Now I was going to fill it with hog lard for later
on.

I scooped the stuff into the jar and put the lid on.

"What's that for?" Sammy asked.

I grabbed his hand and rubbed the stuff on his fingers. He rubbed his
fingers together and look of understanding came to his face. "Oh, hooey!
this is butt fun linament!"

I gave him a big grin and stuck the jar in my pocket to keep it hid till we
got in the barn.

I lit the lantern and Sammy started climbing up the ladder, I came up
behind him slowly since I only had one hand, the lantern was in the other
one.

By the time I got to the top, Sammy's overalls were thrown up against the
wall and he was laying on the pallet newborn naked. I got my clothes off in
record time, pausing just long enough to get the jar. Sammy swiped the jar
from me and got a glob of it, I grabbed his wrist and said "Wait! I want
you in me this time!" and I got on the bed and spread-eagled myself wide on
the pallet. He didn't waste any time smearing the lard on my hole and stuck
a finger in. He had laid down beside me and had his middle finger in my
butt with the palm of his hand against my cheek and the the finger inside
me like a hook. He was holding the finger in that hook shape and pulling up
with his whole hand. He started running his left index finger around my
earlobe so light he was barely touching me. I thought is was a weird thing
to do but the tickly feeling was almost like a breeze catching the fine
hairs on my ear and it felt like that earlobe was connected straight to my
peter, I was boring a hole in our hay bed. When he stuck the second finger
in, he leaned over and ran his tongue from between by shoulder blades up
the nape of my neck, while at the same time pulling on my hole. I almost
shot. He stuck in the third finger and only worked it a minute.

"If I don't do it now, I'm going to shoot my stuff on the bed" he
whispered.

I nodded okay and he got up on his knees and started pushing his weiner up
against my hole. My hole was clamping up involuntarily.

"I got an ideer" he said, "push down like your trying to take a crap."

I did like he said, and almost immediately the head popped in past my ring,
it hurt like crazy at first because he's as thick at Willie or maybe
more. I told him to stay still a minute until the pain started to let up. I
guess he could feel my hole loosening up, he started pushing deeper.

"Oh fuck! It's so tight!" he said. I had never heard him use words like
that. I felt him bottom out and his balls pressed against my taint.

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded yes and he pulled all the way out and then
shoved it back in to the base, knocking the breath out of me. He repeated
the action about 5 more times then I heard him take a deep breath and he
shoved it in as hard and deep as he could and was shaking like a newborn
goat kid as he unloaded in me. He stayed there slumped on top of me for a
long time, finally he pulled out and turned me over and started sucking on
my stiffy when had only gone down a little while he was pounding me. He
only had to swirl his tongue on me a short time till I rewarded him with a
mouthful of sweet, creamy boyjuice. He came back up beside me and I put my
head on his chest. I could smell his unique odor from his pits and sweaty
hair. I felt totally at peace and next thing I knew it was morning.



Lambodara 09/03/2019