Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2024 23:48:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: bi gay guy <bigay_guy@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Different Life - Chapter One

*** It has been a long time since I have written anything for Nifty.  I
thought it was time to try it out again and see what the reception would
be.  There is not a lot of sex in this chapter as I wanted to show what
Jimmy's life was like and the position he found himself in.  Let me know if
you liked it.

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A different life -- Chapter one

I am now in my 30's and have had quite an interesting upbringing.  I was
brought up in a very remote area where there were no other homes within two
miles of our house.  We were very poor and lived off the land and off the
grid, as they say now.  I have a sister, Joyce, who is two years older than
I am.  I also have two older brothers, John, who is seven years older than
me and Jake who is nine years older than me.  We all got along as well as
we could.  Obviously, there were times when we fought each other.
Obviously, I never won and usually got the worse beatings from both my
brothers and my father.

Dad was strict and firm, but generally a good man.  Dad and my brothers
kept the farm in order and productive.  Every fall Dad would take the
excess crop and animals to the county fair to sell.  He would buy whatever
it was that Mom asked for.  One thing she always added to the list was
material so that she could make the clothes that were needed.

Jake always got new clothes, as did Joyce.  Jake would then pass his old
clothes down to John.  Their clothes were much too big for me, so I got
Joyce's hand me downs.  My brothers always teased me about wearing dresses,
and I really didn't mind as they were pretty and comfortable.

So, I grew up wearing dresses, primarily.  I didn't know that boys were not
supposed to wear them.  I thought my brothers just teased me because I wore
clothes different and prettier than them.  Nudity was also very prevalent
in our house.  It was nothing to wake up, naked and go to the kitchen or
out to the outhouse without putting clothes on.  We also saw each other
naked when we pulled the tub into the kitchen for our weekly baths.  I used
to marvel at how big, good looking, and hairy my brother's and Dad's cocks
(I called them pee-pees back then) were.  I sure hoped mine grew to that
size and look like them!

By the time I was 14 years old, my pee-pee had grown considerably and had
some hair above it.  I still had no idea what it was for, except for going
out on the back porch to piss off to the side.  Sometimes it grew and got
hard, but I had seen John, Jake, and Dad, with theirs hard, many times, so
I didn't think much about it.  Also, by this time, John and Jake seemed to
spend a lot of nights away from the farm, but always returned, bright and
early, in the morning, to take care of all the chores that they needed to
do to keep things productive.

I never had to go out and work on the farm, as I stayed in and helped Mom
and Joyce with the work they did. I spent a lot of time cooking, cleaning,
sewing, and collecting the eggs from the chickens.  I pretty much enjoyed
the work, except doing the laundry.  We did not have a machine to do it,
remember we had no electricity.  Therefore, the laundry was done by hand.
That was one of the reasons why I stopped wearing Joyce's hand me down
panties, as it was one less piece to be washed.  Besides, I really liked
the feeling of my pee-pee swinging free and unencumbered under my dress.
It was also easier to piss as I just had to lift my skirt or dress and let
it fly.  No panties to pull down.

One day, Tom, a friend of Dad's, commented to him about how lucky he was to
have three sons to help him, where he only had one, to help do everything.
Dad told him that he only had two sons to help him as his third son was no
help on the farm.  He worked in the house, cleaning, cooking, and sewing.
Tom again said how lucky he was, and he would love to have a kid like that
at his house to work it!

Dad said that if he was serious, he'd talk to his wife and see if she would
agree to give me to him.  It would be one less mouth to feed and clothe.
After several days of Mom and Dad arguing and discussing, it was agreed
that I would go live with Tom and work in his house and kitchen.

I packed up my meager possessions and Dad drove me over to Tom's farm.  It
was the first time I had been off our property, or even ridden in the
truck.  About 45 minutes later we arrived at Tom's house.  He was just as
isolated as we were.  Tom came out to greet us and he looked shocked at
seeing me.  He said: "I thought you were bringing me your son, not your
daughter!"

Dad: "This is my son.  He is too little to take my other son's hand me down
clothes, so he just took his sister's instead.  He always wears a dress.  I
guess I have been too busy or lazy to cut his hair."

Tom: "Well he is almost too pretty to think of him as a boy.  Maybe I'll
just treat him as a girl."

Dad responded: "Well, I don't care what you call him or how you treat him,
as he is yours now and I won't tell you how to handle your possessions."

"What's his name?"

"Jimmy."

"Well, we'll have to change that, as he doesn't look like Jimmy.  Let's see
... ... ... How about we call him, or her, I should say, Janice.  That way
she keeps the same first initial."

Dad told him that he could call me whatever he wanted as Dad had no say in
it anymore.

With that Dad handed me the box that held all my meager possessions, got in
his truck, and drove away.  I cried a little as I was not sure how my life
would be with this strange man, and wondered if I would ever see Mom, Dad,
or my siblings again.

Tom put his big arm around me, and hugged me to his side, and said: "That's
alright, dear, things are going to be fine here.  Don't you worry your
little head."  With that he led me into his house.  It seemed to be big and
was filthy dirty inside.  Mom would have a fit if I ever let our house get
this bad.

Tom led me down a hall to a room.  He told me this was to be my bedroom.  I
asked him how many others would be sleeping here with me, and he told me
that I was the only one in here.  He told me that he, his son Fred, and I
were the only ones living here.  Fred has the whole second floor to
himself.  I was shocked as I had never had a room to myself, and never
slept by myself, until a few years ago, when I got kicked out of Joyce's
room.  Then I slept out in the open of the main room, on a cot.

I never had any privacy, ever.  I just grew up used to the fact that
everyone got to see me get undressed, get into bed, then get up in the
morning and get dressed.  As I said, nudity was never a big issue in our
house.  Even if I had to go poopies.  I did it on a board with a hole in
it, in the back yard, where everyone could see me.  Dad said I was too
little to use the outhouse.  I had a rag that I used to clean my backside,
then had to go wash it, and hang it to dry for the next time I needed it.
I never thought any of this was strange as I didn't know any other way.
None of us went to school.  Mom taught us to read and write and how to do
figuring.  Therefore, I never had any interaction with other kids, so I
didn't know we did things differently.

Tom took me around to show me the whole house.  I thought that Tom was very
rich because of all the fancy things he had.  Most of them I had no idea
what they were, what they did, or how to use them.  He had ELECTRICITY!  I
had never had any experience with that and was a bit afraid of it and the
things that used it.

He then returned with me to the kitchen and said I should get started on
making supper.  I asked where the root cellar was so I could get the
fixings.  He laughed loud and long and said that he didn't have one.  He
pointed and said that he kept all that stuff in the refrigerator.

He helped me over my shock and wonder, and then helped me to prepare a meal
using the oven and stovetop.  It was so magical!  And easy!  He also showed
me the cabinet with all these cans that had pictures of the vegetable that
was supposedly inside it.  They only needed to be heated up.  It was SO
amazing!

I then met his son, Fred, who was 18 years old.  He was a good looking
robust, muscular man.  I met him as we were sitting down to eat.  After we
brought all the dishes and serving bowls/platters to the sink.  He taught
me how to get water, even HOT water by just turning the handles, to fill
the sink.  Hard to believe that you get water to flow out by just turning
the knobs.

It was starting to get dark so I thought we would be heading to bed, but
no, he flipped this little thing sticking out from the wall, and the room
filled with light!  No candles or lanterns to be lit.

Tom asked if I was getting tired, and I told him I was, a little, as this
was about the time that I would have to go to bed, at home.  He told me
that this was my home now, and if I wanted to stay up later, then I could.
He told me that if I wanted, I could go take my shower now, get ready for
bed, and go to bed later.  He saw the confused look on my face, and then
realized that I probably had no idea what a shower was, nor how to take
one.

Tom: "You don't know how to take a shower do you?  Or even what a shower is
for.  You take a shower to wash your body.  It is usually done every night,
before going to bed."

Wash my body EVERY night?  We only took a bath once a week, on Saturdays.
I had never heard of washing your whole body every single night!

I hung my head and answered: "No, I don't.  You must think that I am awful
dumb, not knowing these things."

"Not at all," he exclaimed.  "If you have never been told or seen these
things, you wouldn't know anything about them.  Would you like me to show
you, and help you take a shower?"

"Yes, please."

"It would require you to remove all of your clothes, in front of me."

"I have no problem with that, back home ... No, let me change that and say
at the other place that was my home, it was very common to get undressed in
front of others, and even walk around naked."

"Well, feel free to walk around with or without clothes.  Whatever you want
to do and feel comfortable doing.  Okay, let's go to your bedroom where you
can get undressed, and then we'll head into the bathroom and get started.

We went into my room, and I got naked, like he had instructed.  We went
into the bathroom.  He spent a few minutes checking over my body, closely.
He had me bend over in front of him, and he asked me to pull my cheeks
apart, while he inspected and felt me all over back there.  It felt funny
and strange, but good and I kind of liked it.  No one had ever touched me
back there.  He put something on his finger that made it very slippery and
then pushed his finger, gently, into me.  That felt VERY strange but oh so
good!  Especially when he moved it around and in and out of me.  He pulled
his finger out, wiped it with paper from this narrow roll of thin paper
hanging on the wall.  He then turned me around and did a close and thorough
examination of my pee-pee.  He told me only babies called it a pee-pee.
Grownups called it a cock, or wang, or pecker, and when in polite society,
a penis.  The two round things hanging below were balls, or gonads, or
testicles.

Tom had been handling my cock and balls, quite a bit, moving them around,
and pulling the skin back off the end of my cock.  I got a bit embarrassed
as it felt so good, and my cock got very hard and grew long.  It tingled
with his handling of it.  He told me not to be embarrassed, but be proud of
it, as I had a very nice and a big cock.  It was called a boner, or hardon,
or erection when it got like it was.

Tom said: "When you are naked there is no way that you can be thought of as
a girl.  Not when you walk around with that monster of a cock, especially
if it is hard!  When you are naked, you will be Jimmy, and when dressed in
a dress you will be Janice."

I noticed that Fred had come down and was standing in the doorway, watching
what was going on.  He had a smile on his face and seemed to enjoy watching
me get man handled and my cock getting erect.  What I failed to notice was
how big the lump was in his pants.  He was trying to hide it with his
hands.

Tom asked me if I played with my boner a lot.  I looked at him strangely
and told him that I never did.  Why would I?  He proceeded to show me how
to "jerk off" by rubbing my cock up and down.  When pulling up, slide the
"foreskin" up onto the "head", and then on the downstroke pull the foreskin
back off the head.  He played with my balls, and then reached up with his
free hand and pinched and rubbed my "nipples".  It all felt wonderful!  I
was getting lightheaded and felt like I was going to pee or explode down
there.  Tom said it was supposed to feel like that.  Shortly, I DID explode
down there!  It was the best feeling that I had ever experienced!  A white
milky fluid came rushing out and hit Tom in the face.  More spurts then got
all over his shirt, but he didn't seem to mind.  I got the impression that
he even liked it.

When I looked back at the door to see if Fred was still there and saw what
happened.  He was still there and saw everything.  It didn't bother me a
bit that he had watched.  As a matter of fact, I was kind of thrilled that
he had watched me.  I was a bit surprised to see that he had dropped his
jeans and boxers down and was rubbing his cock.  Just as I looked at him,
he exploded down there as I had, shooting his load onto the floor.  Tom
looked over at him and asked: "Was it a good one, son?"

"Oh yes, a VERY good one!"

Tom: "Just make sure you clean up the mess you made."

I realized that I really liked watching him "cum".  I wondered if we could
do it together sometime.  I also wondered if I would ever see my brothers
again, if we could do it together too, or even if they just wanted to watch
me do it to myself.  I realized that my cock had gotten hard, again.

Tom then said it was time for me to jump in the shower and clean myself.  I
was about to step in, but Tom stopped me and said we had to get the right
temperature, first.  He showed me how to turn the knobs for the hot and the
cold water.  We watched the water go into the tub and then disappear at
this round meal plate with lots of holes in it.  We had to wait a few
moments for the water to get hot.  He then fiddled with the knobs until he
felt it was the right temperature.  I was told to step in and then he
lifted up on this lever and water came spurting out of a thing mounted high
on the wall.  It was sort of like rain but had much more force than just
the light (or heavy) drops from the sky.  AND it was warm!  What a delight
and difference from the cold baths that I was used to.

Tom taught me how to wash my hair, fully, and then rinse all the shampoo
(soap) out of my hair paying close attention to keeping the soap from
getting into my eyes.  Then to take the bar of soap, wrap it in a cloth,
and then start scrubbing my body.  Close attention was given to my arm
pits, and groin (my cock and balls).  My butt crack also got a thorough
scrubbing too.  Then down my legs and to do my feet and between each of my
toes.  Then the next part was up to my neck, face, and ears.  The last part
was standing directly under the waterfall to rinse all the soap off my
body.  I was told to keep rubbing with my hands until it felt squeaky clean
and not slippery, or soapy.

Tom then handed me an enormous (to me) towel to fully dry my body.  He told
me to make sure I got my armpits, groin, butt, and between my toes fully
dry.  He told me I could go into bed, or if I wanted, we could go to the
kitchen and eat a snack with a glass of milk.  WOW!  I never got to do that
in the other place that had been my home.  He told me that if I wanted to,
I could go out there naked and not bother getting dressed or covered up.
That is what I wanted to do and did.

We went to the kitchen, got some cookies, filled us each a glass of milk
(this store-bought milk sure tastes different from the milk we drank at
Dad's farm), but the store-bought was GOOD.

Tom asked me if I enjoyed the shower, which I answered that I liked it a
lot.  He then asked if I liked what we did before the shower, the jerk off.
I told hm that was the best feeling that I have ever had.  I LOVED it!  I
couldn't wait to do it again.  He told me that I could do it to myself and
do it whenever I wanted to.  Me: "Really?"

Tom: "Yup, you sure can!"

Me "Anytime I want to?"

"Well not anytime, but anytime here at home or in the yard, unless we have
visitors, which rarely happens."

"So, can I do it right now?"

He looked surprised and then got a big grin and said: "Sure, if you want
to, go for it!"

I realized that just talking about it and thinking about it made my hard on
return!  This was great.  I started stroking like I thought Tom did.  It
didn't feel as good.  Tom told me: "Get a good grip on it, your hand fully
around it, and tightly, but not too tight.  Most uncut guys, guys like you
that still have a foreskin, just slide the skin up and down, the foreskin
covering then uncovering the head.  With your other hand, roll your balls
around in your hand.  Squeeze them a bit, but not too hard, unless you like
doing that.  At times bring your hand up to the head, and just rotate your
hand around and back on the head.  Now take the hand fondling your balls
and go up and play with your nipples.  Rub them.  Pinch them. Pull on them.
Some guys, and girls for that matter, like to have their nipples pinched
really hard and pulled way away from your chest.  If you like it, do it!"

With his coaching and me following his instructions, I was starting to get
some of that feeling in my cock.  I kept it up and slowly started to go
faster and faster.  Tom was watching, intently.  I was starting to realize
that I really liked it when someone was watching me do these things.

I was quickly approaching the "explode" part.  Tom told me to put my nipple
and ball playing hand in front of my cock to catch all the "sperm".  I
reached that point.  I could feel it building up down in my balls, and
basically all over my body.  Then, BAM!  I shot my very copious load into
my hand.  My hand could barely hold it all.  As my body and breathing
started to return to normal, I asked Tom what I was to do with what was in
my hand.  He said: "Do what I do.  Lick it up and swallow it."

"Really?"

"Yes.  The first few times it isn't the best taste or feeling, but the more
you eat it the better it tastes.  You will get to the point that you crave
it all the time.  Some guys even crave other guy's cum.  Some will even put
the guy's cock in their mouth and suck on it until he cums in their mouth.
It just depends on what you like.  There is no shame in any of it.  It is
just what you like, and you have no control over that.  If you like sucking
on a guy's cock, or you like yours sucked on, go for it!"

Wow!  That was a lot to take in.  But the immediate need is what to do with
the stuff in my hand.  It didn't look like it was too appetizing.  But, Tom
says he does it, and he hasn't led me astray, so I might as well lick it
up. The first tongue load didn't feel very good.  It was slimy and more so
once in my mouth.  But I swallowed it.  I licked up the rest of it and
swallowed it all.  It didn't taste that good, but it wasn't the worse thing
I had ever tasted.

Tom and I talked for a few more minutes, but he could see how tired I was.
He told me I should go to bed and get some sleep.  He said we could talk
more tomorrow.  I went to my room and gratefully climbed into the most
comfortable bed I had ever laid down on.

I hoped I would be able to get to sleep, as what Tom said about trying
other guy's cum and even sucking on a guy's cock, really got me to thinking
and wondering if I could ever do that.  Would I like it?  I noticed that in
thinking those thoughts, I had another hardon.  I thought about jerking off
again, but then decided I needed to get some sleep, as I had no idea what
tomorrow would bring, and what chores I would need to do.


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