Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2019 01:00:20 +0000
From: lambodara@protonmail.com
Subject: Appalachian Farm Life-9

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13 September 1832

Mama got back from Katie's mid-morning today. Katie had a boy. Mama said
they named him Ennis Jr. and that mother and baby were both doing well.
While she was washing out her laundry from the trip daddy talked to her and
let her know about the grown up Joseph situation. She just chuckled and
rolled her eyes.

There was no off day for me or Willie today. Daddy had been waiting for
mother to get back and today we were to help him load and take our corn to
the mill to get it ground. We loaded one after the other bushel baskets on
the wagon until we had it all but our seed corn left. We would get it all
ground and if there was enough, daddy would trade some at the general store
for some wheat flour.

By the time the wagon was loaded and the horses hitched we were all dirty
and sweaty. Daddy said we could cool off down stream from the mill. There
was a wide place in the creek they called the mill pond. We jumped up on
the wagon and started off. Daddy drove the horses and me and Willie leaned
against each other and nodded off. Our napping was fitful, it seemed like
every time we'd get comfortable we'd hit a bump and get woke up again.
Luckily the mill was only about five miles away.

When we got to the mill the whole process started over. We had to unload
all the corn we loaded a couple of hours ago. We emptied the wagon and the
miller opened the sluice and started up the mill. Looking at the pile he
said it would take a couple of hours so daddy told him we were going to go
to the mill pond and cool off. We got the horses tied up by the water
trough and followed daddy down the trail by the creek. Since it was a
Thursday we were the only ones there. We got to the pond and my shyness
kicked in. Even though me and Willie had done stuff together and obviously
seen each other my daddy hadn't seen me naked since I was about Booger's
age or younger and quit wetting the bed. I wanted to try to get in the
water quick so I started stripping before the other two. I kept my back to
them and dropped my clothes and jumped in. When I got out in the middle I
watched as Willie bared the known and then daddy bared the unknown.

I guess I thought daddy would have a huge one like Randy, but although his
was bigger than me or Willie it wasn't huge. I suspected that on hard it
would probably be 6-6 1/2", right now it was soft and it was just a smidge
longer and thicker than Willie's. The big difference was that dad had hair
everywhere. It was all across his chest and creeped down onto his stomach
and almost connected with the big bush around his peter and balls. But the
hair just kept going. He was hairy on his legs and when he turned around he
even had hair growing on his back and butt.

"What are you staring at, son" he said snapping me out of my trance.

"Are you some kind of ape-man?" I giggled, "I ain't never seen so much
hair!"

"Get used to it smartie pants, its in your future" he jabbed back.

I wasn't sure whether I liked that or not. It looked real nice to me but at
the same time...."don't all that pelt make you hot?" I asked.

"Nah," he said, "it comes on gradual and you just get used to it. It took
years to get this much."

I was still thinking about it when he swooped his arm down and sent a wave
of cold creek water at me and drenched me good.

I looked over at Willie who was trying to avoid the big splash. I
remembered seeing what I guess was part of that gradual hairing over on
him. Willie had a little trail of hair going from his belly button to his
private bush. His legs were kind of getting hairy from the knee down too.

We played around for a while but the mill creek was too cold to stay in
today. We got out and sat in the sun to dry off, then got dressed and
headed back to the mill. The miller had run about 3/4 of the corn through
and it looked like we were going to have four 50lb. sacks of cornmeal. For
his trouble, daddy had brought the miller some cured pork from the
smokehouse. When he finished up, we hauled out the meat to him and loaded
the sacks on the wagon. Now that the corn was cornmeal there was room in
the wagon for me and Willie to lay down. He laid back with his head on a
bag of meal and I lay beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. Once
we started moving, he pulled his arm free and wrapped it around my
shoulder. The rocking of the wagon had me asleep in no time.

"Wake up back there....work to be done!" daddy yelled at us. We put one
sack the the barrel in the kitchen for mama and one in the dry goods shed
off the back porch of the cabin. Daddy took a tarp and covered the
remaining two. He would take those to trade at the store tomorrow. We
unhitched the horses, fed and watered them. Then we did our other nightly
duties, peed and stumbled worn out into the house to go to bed.

14 September 1832

Ever since I woke up I had been devising a plan to see Sammy again. After
me and Willie fed the animals, I asked daddy if I could spend the night
over at the Schwarzes with Sammy. Mama heard me and she said "you don't
just invite yourself to stay with people, son."

"Mr. Jacob said I was welcome any time" I kind of white-lied but for what I
had planned it didn't really matter.

Daddy looked at me and said "you and Sammy sure have been spending a lot of
time together lately, you must like him a lot."

I turned red and looked down at my feet for something to say. " 'course I
like him daddy, and since Willie's wrapped up with that dance and all...."

Mama looked like she understood and she interjected that "you'll take your
own blankets to sleep on and I'll pack you some food. You won't be a burden
to anybody."

"Well" daddy said "I guess that's settled, the boss said you can go." He
laughed and slapped mama on her behind playfully.

"This evening will be a good time for Willie to start showing our "grown
up" son Joseph how to do some chores while you're gone" he said.

I packed a couple of blankets in my rucksack and the covered dish of food
ma made and set off for the Schwarz's. When I got to the footbridge, I left
the pack hidden in a big clump of bushes and went the rest of the way to
Sammy's empty handed. When I got to the edge of the yard this time I saw
Sammy and his dad sitting on the porch. No sign of Randy or Danny.

"Hey Jasper!" Sammy said when he saw me.

"What brings you by this early?" Mr. Schwarz asked.

"Well, tomorrow's my birthday and I wanted to see if Sammy could spend the
night with me tonight?" I said, very carefully choosing my words.

"Can I daddy...please?" Sammy whined.

"I don't see why not" he said, "Randy'll be back later this afternoon and
between me, him and Danny I'm sure we can handle evening chores. Just take
some food with you, Ethan's got enough mouths to feed already."

Sammy ran inside to pack some food and I sat on the edge of the porch with
my feet hanging off just below where Mr. Schwarz was sitting to wait.

Jacob leaned down toward me and very quietly said "I know you saw me and
Randy, and I know you know what boys get up to. I don't care if y'all play
around but I want you to know that I think its more than just playing
around to Sammy. I don't want Sammy to be sitting around and crying with a
broken heart so you treat him right or shut down the playing. If he's hurt
I will be very put out." He eyes were boring though me, I was shaking.

"Sir, I love Sammy. I would never hurt him. Hurting him would more than
likely kill me. I knew you saw me the other day through the window. Like
Sammy told me, that ain't noboby's business but yours and Randy's." I held
eye contact with him until his gaze softened and he looked away. I wanted
him to know I meant it.

"Samuel! Come on, your friend is waiting!" he yelled back into the house,
"You're slow as molasses in February."

Sammy came out and said "I was waiting for you to get through with your
'talk', I been standing here for a while. Just so you know pa, me and Sammy
love each other the same as you and Randy. You don't have to worry about
anybody getting hurt."

"Can I ask that you don't say nothing to my daddy, sir?" I said. "I'm not
sure what he would do."

"Mr. Jasper, let's just say there's a lot of things about your daddy that
you don't know" he winked at me, "but your secrets are safe with me as long
as mine are safe with you." He smiled at us and said "Now off with you,
have a good time son, see you tomorrow."

We started back toward my house but when we got to the bridge I let him in
on my plan.

"I told my daddy I was going to spend the night with you" I said.

"Then why did you tell my pa you wanted me to spend the night with you?" he
asked.

"I want to go back to your special place and camp in there for the
night. This way nobody will be looking for us and we won't have to hurry to
get anywhere." I said.

"You're a genius" he said, "let's go!"

We climbed up and stashed out stuff, then tried to decide what to do.

"We can't go back and swim by the footbridge. If anybody sees us they might
follow us back here" I said.

"There's a little waterfall about half a mile up the mountain, we could go
up there but its a pretty steep climb" he said.

"We've got all day" I said, "lets go!"

It took us probably about an hour to get up there, this waterfall was
really just a cascade of water pouring over the boulders. The pool around
the big boulder was just big enough for us to sit in. We played around for
an hour or so and then headed back down to our camp. Neither of us said
anything but I was feeling denim rubbing my goober head a lot on the way
down which meant it was sticking out from being hard again. I saw Sammy
grab and pull at his a few times so I think his was too. All the climbing
had gotten to me, "I need to drop a log, Sammy. Is there any level ground
around here?"

"Not really, but a little ways on down there's an old path and about 30
paces down it there's one of those indian trees. You can probably hang your
butt off of it." When we got there he point out the trail and I said "I'll
me you back at the camp."

"Stop by the creek and wash it good when your done. I have plans...." he
trailed off grinning.

I found the indian tree and did my business. There were some cattail plants
near it so I had wiping materials. I just left my overalls off till I got
back to the creek where I washed my rosebud squeaky clean as requested. I
pulled my overalls on and fastened one strap and went on down the
trail. Just before reaching the climb up spot I found overalls and a shirt
draped across the bushes by the creek. Not wanting to be rude I let my
clothes joins them and climbed up the rocks naked as a jaybird.

At the top Sammy had already made us a bed with the blankets and had pulled
out the food. We were both hungry after our adventure. Mama had packed my
some ham and potatoes and a piece of apple pie. I didn't have a fork so I
was trying to eat with my pocket knife and I dropped a big bite of apple
pie and it landed right on top of my twig and berries. Sammy laughed at me
and said, "I was wanting to try that pie anyway!" as he bent over into my
lap and ate the pie and cleaned the area up with his tongue. He sucked the
head into his mouth and pulled off of it with a pop. He came up laughing
and said "my piece had a strawberry on top!"

We lay propped up against the cave wall for a long time just sitting and
watching the sun set. It started cooling off so we pulled the other blanket
over us. As darkness fell, I scooted down flat with my arms folded behind
my head. Sammy soon followed and laid his head on my chest with his ear
over my heart. We both had such big plans for the night but we fell asleep
with his head on my chest, my arm wrapped around him and his hand wrapped
around my still half hard peter.

Way up in the night the call of a screech owl woke us up. Sammy jumped and
his hand tightened around my pole. My body shook with silent laughter. I
had leaked some clear stuff in the night and he took his thumb and swirled
it around the puckered foreskin then started working his thumb in between
the foreskin and the head of my dick. His swirilng circles had me and
Jasper Jr. fully awake. I bent my head down and kissed the top of his head
and squeezed him closer to me. He slid down and took me in his mouth and
started pumping it in and out. I stopped him and pulled him back up to me
for a kiss and whispered "Let me show you something Willie showed me." In
the pale light of the waning moon I clambered around until my head was in
his crotch and pulled his into mine. "I'm going to lead and you
follow. Everything I do to you, you have to copy on me" I said
"understand?"

"Yeah"

I started out with sucking one ball into my mouth and working it gently. A
few seconds later I felt him do the same. After a few minutes, I sucked the
second ball in, rolling them both around. I couldn't do it with Randy but
Sammy's balls were still way smaller than that so it was no trouble to
tongue bathe them both together. He had a little more trouble as mine were
a little larger than his but he managed. The tightness of his mouth around
my satchel felt incredible and had my weiner straining to burst its skin.

I let off his sack and pulled his legs apart so I could lick from his balls
all the way across the grundel to the puckering butthole. I could feel the
goosebumps raise up on his thighs. When he copied the act on me he paused
and flicked his tongue super fast across my hole like fluttering butterfly
wings. Since he added that motion I decided to stiffen my tongue and try to
get it past his butt muscle which caused him to hunch against my head. I
felt a drop of liquid hit my arm. I didn't want to miss anything so I
finally backed up and took his peter in my mouth and when it reached the
back of my throat I kept willing myself to relax until it went in. It only
went a little way, he wasn't big enough to go down my throat but I could
feel him trying to repeat it on me. It was getting me close but he started
gagging. I wasn't much bigger than him but enough he still couldn't take it
all to the hair yet.

I came off him and sucked it down to the root again several times. I could
feel his shaft swell and get tighter, I knew he was very close. I went down
to the hairs again and when I came up, I pulled on his foreskin very
lightly with my teeth. When I started back down he started bucking and
filling me up with thin boy juice and clamped his thighs around my head.
His excitement and the way his thighs gripped my head coupled with the fact
that when he started bucking my dick accidentally went into his throat was
all it took. I blasted part of my load straight into his gullet, then he
backed off and caught the last shot in his mouth. I turned around and
crawled back up next to him and we fell alseep with our mouths pressed
together sharing our flavors.

Lambodara 09/10/2019