Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2023 00:42:49 +0000 (UTC) From: "wantstrat63@yahoo.com" Subject: Country Boy Memories - Chapter One Country Boy Memories - Chapter One Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction which features sexual activity between pre-teen boys and teenage boys. If you do not want to read such a story, or it is illegal for you to do so because of your age or where you live, I'd recommend that you bail out right here. The story was written by "DS" who wrote to me after reading my "Messing Around" story. He decided that he wanted to put his own story to words. (Turns out that lots of guys had youthful learning experiences with their horny buddies). "DS" asked that I pass his writing along to Nifty, so here it is. Hope you enjoy it... I sure did. I'd love to hear from readers and I'll try to write back. If you have comments about this particular story, I will pass them along to the author, "DS." My name is Zane. If you want to get in touch, please email me at wantstrat63@yahoo.com I invite you to read my works that have been published in Nifty. For an easy way to find those stories, go to the Nifty home page and type WANTSTRAT into the search bar. If you can, please support Nifty with a financial donation - whatever you can afford - so that this archive of stories can remain free and available. Just go to http://donate.nifty.org/ +++++++ I'll begin my story with a description of myself and my boyhood home. I was a slightly chunky, myopic farm kid. Due to a very severe early child injury, my left leg was weaker and my foot turned in. Consequently I was no good at sports. Even though sports were out of the question, I was a good worker and able to do anything I needed or wanted to do on the farm. My home was on a small farm in Iowa. The farm butted up to a town of about 500 people so there were some opportunities to be with other kids. One side of the farm bordered on the road into town. The other side bordered on a meandering, usually shallow, muddy Iowa river. It was an old farm. The house was said to be nearly 100 years old when Dad bought it. There were a few out buildings including an old barn. The barn had a stone basement with milking stanchions. The main floor above was once used as a shop and equipment storage. Facing the front of the barn, the left side had a row of stables for live stock. There was a lot of old scrap lumber stored in the rafters above the stalls. The best feature of the barn was the hay loft. The loft was about 1/3 filled with small square bales of wheat straw that Dad sometimes used for livestock bedding. The barn turned out to be a great place for sex after I reached puberty and I will discuss it later. This farm is where I grew up and had many of my early sexual adventures. I remember being interested in how dicks work at an early age, probably around 4 or 5. My brother and I would pull our pants down and check each other out. Sometimes we would do stuff like shove berries up our asses or feel each other up. I remember getting caught once and getting whipped with a willow branch. So I knew early on that anything sexual was naughty. We were both un-circumcised. My foreskin was very tight and one time my mother tried to retract it for cleaning while I was taking a bath. I think my scream is still echoing around Iowa, she never tried it again. At around age 10, my dick got inflamed under the foreskin and the doctor told my parents to have me circumcised. That was another very traumatic experience that probably shaped my entire adult life. I never liked the look of my dick after it was cut and have always been self-conscious about it. By the time I was around 11 or so, my brother and I were into camping with our friends. During the summer months we would get our friends together and plan a 1 or 2 night trip down to a sand bar on the river by our farm. Dad would let me hook the old 2 wheel trailer to a tractor. We would load our supplies and 5 or 6 kids and bounce down across the field to the sand bar. For those of you not familiar with sandbars, they are on the inside curve of a river. The sandy beach is closest to the water with willows, cottonwood trees and other trees further back from the water. We set up at the edge of the trees facing the water. Camp consisted of a shelter made in the shape of a "C" using one of Dad's big canvas tarps and a frame work we made of fence posts and scrap boards. While a couple of us set up the shelter, the others chopped and gathered fire wood. After we'd gotten the shelter made and wood gathered, everyone was hot and sweaty. The next step is where the fun began. Everyone stripped naked and we hit the water! It was standard practice to stay naked from that point on until we broke camp to go back to the house. We played in the water goosing each other, throwing mud balls, making mud titties and pussies on each other and just horsing around until everyone got hungry. Then we would start the fire and cook "hobo pies" for supper. Those are foil packages with hamburger, potatoes, carrots and onions cooked in the embers. Usually scorched and delicious! The meal was finished with home-made cookies that someone would bring. One of the regulars on our camping trips was our closest neighbor boy, I'll call him Rick and he was the sexiest kid I ever knew. He was the same age as my brother, 2 years younger than me. Their family was pretty liberal and the kids were raised pretty much free range. There were 3 boys and one girl. Unlike me, they were all uninhibited and thought nothing of nudity and sexual activity. Rick was very cute. He was very slender with a long skinny uncircumcised penis that he loved to play with (and so did I). At night after everyone ate, we would sit around the fire telling lies about everything including our sexual adventures. Naturally everyone got horny and boners started popping up. Most of us tried to hide them but not Rick. He would lean back, spread his legs and start masturbating himself slowly. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. After watching Rick for a while, I got the inspiration of asking him to come with me to find some more firewood. Surprisingly, he agreed. We took our flashlight and walked thru the woods. When we were far enough away from the others that they couldn't hear us, I told Rick that watching him jack himself was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and wondered if he would want to mess around with me a little. My heart was pounding with fear and anticipation when he said ok! He took my penis in his hand and began stroking slowly like he did his own back at the camp. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever had. I then took his slim member in my hand and began stroking him. His foreskin was loose not like mine had been and I could see his glans slipping in and out of its sheath. After a few minutes of this bliss, Rick asked me if I wanted to try something else and a little reluctantly, I said sure. Rick said we were going to "rub". He told me to lay down on the grass on my back. He gently laid down on top of me and reached under to align our penises. Then he gently started humping me. It was the most amazing, sexy and exciting thing I had ever experienced. I don't remember either of us reaching orgasm but the feeling of hugging him and our two bodies and penises together was incredible. At this time, I was not yet into puberty and did not experience an orgasm. Nevertheless, I decided there and then "rubbing" was the best thing I had ever experienced and it would remain my goal for years to come. Once I developed and started producing pre-cum it got even better! I was well into high school before I attempted more advanced techniques but that's another story. On another camping trip it was late spring and we were camped further down the river where it crossed under a bridge. Nights were still cool and the dew settled early. Our camping group for this trip was smaller than normal and several of the regulars weren't there. Since the evening was chilly, we all climbed into our sleeping bags earlier than usual. Also since it was chilly, we weren't naked and all of us wore our tighty whities to sleep in. Rick was in his sleeping bag next to me and the others were scattered around the campsite as we had not set up our usual shelter. None of us were real sleepy and we were laying there talking our usual B.S. After a little while, I could hear Rick's teeth chattering as he tried to talk. I said to him "Rick you sound really cold, why don't you come over here and get into my sleeping bag with me? I'm pretty warm and we can lay your bag on top of us so we'll be even warmer." I guess he didn't want to appear gay to the others so he declined but as the evening progressed, he got more and more uncomfortable and after a couple of more invitations, he relented and crawled in with me. We spread his sleeping bag over us and I moved as close to Rick as I could. We spooned and soon both of us started to warm up to a more comfortable state. As that happened, the intimate position and warmth soon had me thinking of sex. My penis became stiff as a board and was positioned in the crack of his cotton covered ass cheeks. After a few minutes, Rick began pushing back against me and grinding his butt into my groin. I reached over the top of him and began fondling his stiff little penis with my right hand. A short time later, I started slipping his underpants down so I could manipulate his little package better. At the same time I slipped mine down and resumed humping between his ass cheeks. Again, this was pre-puberty for both of us and neither of us achieved an orgasm but damn! What a night! Although never often enough for me, Rick and I had several other "Jack and Rub" sessions as we progressed thru high school but none as exciting as the first ones.