Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2012 11:54:12 +1100
From: sthozfarmer sthozfarmer <sthozfarmer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diaries of a farm boy Part 1

Having grown up on a large scale cropping and grazing property, to date my
interests had been largely confined and focussed on helping my father and
elder brothers with the various farm tasks and chores outside of having to
attend school, messing around with my friends and other things kids usually
do before turning into a teenager.

I was now twelve and a half and those grown up teenage years were looming
large. Already I had noticed the first signs of my body dramatically
changing. My voice was cracking, I had pimples popping up all over the
place, my chest pecs were becoming more well defined and my father's porno
magazines that he kept in his bedside drawers were becoming increasingly
more interesting for my daily attention even though I mainly still only
looked at the pictures with innocent wonder and intrigue. Interestingly I
was just as fascinated in sizing up and looking at the men's manhood as I
was in the women's cunts that they were fucking with various household
objects and fruit and vegetables you'd find in your refrigerator at home. I
was intrigued at the massive size and how well hung these men were and
looking back now that is probably when I discovered that I was in fact
bisexual although I never had a concept of what that term even meant back
then. My mind was truly starting to divert and focus in other directions
where it hadn't before and my hidden inner interests in sex had started to
awaken. I had truly moved on and playing with toy trucks in the backyard
sand pit just wasn't interesting anymore.

At this stage I was only in the early stages of puberty; my testicles and
ball sack had more than doubled in size and now hung low and loose. My
penis was getting bigger and thicker by the day and my jocks were starting
to really pack out with my meat and I was quietly impressed and proud of my
development down below. The glandular knob of my penis had mushroomed even
more and its more pronounced definition felt good as I pulled my virgin
foreskin back and forth over the head.  I had seen my father's and elder
brother's cocks quite a few times in the change rooms at the local swimming
pool or when I peeked through the bathroom door when they were taking a
shower and my cock was proundly almost as big as theirs was in the soft
state. It was almost as if I had an adults sized cock on a boy's body and
the size and scale of my still developing body was a little bit out of
balance at this stage. I had also developed a fine coat of pubic hair above
my penis along with under arm hair and a very faint snail trail up my
stomach although my face, chest and balls were still largely fur free at
that stage.

Constantly I was cracking the most raging and massive rock hard stiffies
you could imagine and I was unable to control when or where these unwilling
erections would happen. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own and in a
way I felt it was starting to take control of me. I still hadn't mastered
the art of masturbation nor had I ever experienced one of the much talked
about `wet dreams' and the resulting `spoof' or `spunk' my mates were
chatting about at school during lunch recess breaks. I constantly played
with my cock when it got hard but I still didn't know how to fully handle
it as your dick definitely doesn't come with an operating owner's manual
included in the box! I hadn't yet learnt that you had to tug or jerk it in
a regular motion to reach the point of sexual orgasm. I had only ever seen
still pictures in a magazine of men cumming over a woman's face or cunt and
had never seen a porno video with live moving action showing you exactly
the motion how to do the ultimate deed. Way back then the internet was
still science fiction so access to pornography was very limited and was
often left to a chance discovery of a discarded magazine you might find in
the bushes alongside a highway truck stop with its inner pages glued
together in various places.

It was a normal hot mid summer's afternoon. I had finished school and taken
the 20 kilometre journey back out to the farm via the old unreliable school
bus that broke down more often than it worked. I dropped my school bag off
at the homestead, had a quick change of clothes into my farm work gear and
proceeded with my usual routine of farm related chores. It was like
clockwork, I had done this routine every day for the past 2 or 3 years. I
had to pick up the eggs, top up the chickens feeder if required with extra
grain, check the animals water and at this time of year I was also in
charge of bucket feeding 5 young poddy calves which we were rearing by hand
to become future breeding stock on the farm. The young calves are sourced
from the various dairies that were located in and around our local
district. The calves are taken from their mothers 1 – 2 days after being
born so the mother cows can then be milked for the next 1-2 years whilst
they were actively lactating. The dairies always had an excess of young
calves surplus to their requirements that they were very keen to find homes
for but feeding them by hand was a labour intensive morning and night task
and was often left to the children of a family. As I was the youngest it
was now my turn to take over this duty from my brothers previously. I
filled up 2 huge buckets with warm water and dissolved and mixed the
required amount of dehydrated milk powder into the solution to form a
creamy milky brew which you could almost drink yourself. I then started to
trudge off towards the old pig stys and milking shed where the calves were
kept which was a good 200 metres away from the main house yard.

Along the way the milk slopped around everywhere and the buckets became
increasingly heavier and heavier the further I walked. As I got closer to
the pig sty yards where the calves were housed they heard me approaching
and ran towards the gate in eager anticipation of a drink and started
bellowing out loudly. I had to enter the yards with caution as the young
calves could easily knock the buckets of milk from your hands as they tried
to suck on anything they could including your fingers or boots. They were
extremely tame but when they are hungry they can become quite boisterous so
I had to lead them over to a smaller set of pens located in an old milking
shed where I could feed them individually using the buckets of milk as a
lure to make them follow me. For each calf I'd have to measure out the
required amount of milk into a bucket and get the calf to suck onto my
fingers which I'd then immerse my whole hand into the bucket of milk so
they could drink as if they were drinking from a teat on a cows udder.
You'd only have to use this finger sucking technique for a few weeks until
the calves learned how to drink the milk themselves from the bucket.

I had feed three of the five calves and as I lead the forth into the
individual milking stall and measured out the required amount of milk my
cock in between my legs which now had a mind of its own had boned up rock
hard and the massive rod was showing through my loose boxer shorts and
tracksuit pants. It was pointing straight out and upwards like it wanted to
get out and needed to get a breath of fresh air.  It was then when a random
thought came through my mind; I wonder how it would feel to get a hungry
calf to suck on my rod!!... It wasn't a pre-empted thought at all, just
something that suddenly popped into my mind and I had no way of refusing to
do what my cock was telling me to do. I loosened the drawstring on my
tracksuit trainer pants and pulled them down enough that my cock sprung out
only contained by my loose fitting satin boxer shorts underneath. Only 2
buttons on the front of my boxers were between the calf's hungry searching
mouth and my pre-teenage virgin cock. My hands proceeded without hesitation
to unbutton the fly on my boxer shorts to reveal my throbbing erection and
the tip of my swollen purple knob which was still partly concealed by my
uncut foreskin. My cock was now in total control of my actions and thought
processes.

I was standing up and the calf's mouth was just at the right height to my
penis and my dick acted as a massive irresistible lure in front of its face
and its tongue was already protruding from its mouth, searching, to try and
lash it around my dicks shaft to rein in the massive feeding teat into its
mouth. My cock was so hard and pointing straight up I had to use my hand to
angle my cock downwards a little to get the right angle for the calf to
latch onto it, I also pulled my foreskin back with my fingers to reveal the
full glory of my swollen mushroomed dick head and the massive thick shaft
on which it was attached. Within seconds the calf's rough hungry tongue
then wrapped itself around my engorged swollen knob and started sucking it
into its mouth.

As my cock wasn't conditioned to this kind of sexual stimulation before the
sensations seemed to be greatly enhanced tenfold and rippled through my
dick and balls and throughout my entire body. It was an intense sensation I
had never ever experienced before in my entire life, the nerve signals in
my dick were working overtime and my brain couldn't distinguish whether it
was a feeling of immense pleasure or pain. Initially within the first 15 –
20 seconds of the calf starting to suck on my dick it was too much for me
to bear and I had to quickly withdraw my dick from the calf's mouth to give
my knob and penis a moment to recover the decipher the intense sensations
and feelings I had just experienced...

TO BE CONTINUED...

I hope you enjoyed the 1st edition to my `Diaries of a farm boy' and
depending on your feedback and response from readers I will have many many
more editions and adventures to write in the future all from real
experiences. sthozfarmer@hotmail.com