Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2014 17:07:23 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Tales from the Male Bag - Milk and Butter

TALES FROM THE MALE BAG:
MILK AND BUTTER
By Milkboy, as told to Zachyboy

(M/b, oral, rimming, anal, true)

"My God, what a hot story," Milkboy wrote to me after reading "Liam and
Landon." "The age of those two is perfect!  Smooth, soft, hairless, and oh
so eager to learn." Milkboy told me he started masturbating at 6-years-old
by climbing poles and rubbing against them, "so, I know just how horny
young ones that age can be," he said.

Then the clincher that had me wanting more: "Unfortunately, I would be six
more years before a man of 35 taught me everything," he said teasingly.

"Mmm! And how I wish I were there to see it," I thought.

"Taught at 12 by a man of 35? "Tell me more!" I begged him. And so he did,
adding a new chapter to our ongoing series of true-life stories in "Tales
from the Male Bag."

Here's Milkboy's story. Get ready to lose a load of dairy!

"The 35-year-old who took my boy cherry?" he repeated teasingly. "Well, I'm
a July baby, and the summer I turned 12, my family moved from an urban area
to a housing development which had just been constructed on a former corn
field. We were one of the first families to move into the development, so
there were only a few other kids my age living there when we arrived,
although I did have a brother who was 15 months younger than I.

Back in those days both bread and milk were delivered to the home.  Our
milkman was a 35-year-old guy by the name of Jay. He came every other day
and soon was chatting me up. One day he asked me if I would like to earn
some money. Of course, I replied that I would. After all, it was summer and
with few other kids around I was bored senseless.

It seems that there was an oil refinery being constructed about 20 miles
from my house. After Jay completed his home deliveries in the morning, he
would drive back to the dairy and pick up half-pints of milk to stock in
the canteens for the construction workers at the refinery. He suggested
that he would pick me up at around 7 am and let me ride with him on his
home delivery route until it was time to go pick up and deliver the
refinery milk. I think he offered me 50 cents per hour. Since that was as
much as my father was giving me per week as an allowance, I jumped at the
opportunity.

The first couple of days working with Jay were pretty normal. I would run
up to a house with the milk, pick up empty bottles (this was 1955, by the
way), and we would move on to the next house. Once we were done with the
homes, we'd have a sandwich and talk, and then drive about 45 minutes back
to the dairy. Jay did mention that he'd had another boy working with him
before me, but he never gave me any details.

On about the fourth day of working with Jay I fell asleep while we were
driving back to the dairy. The truck we used was a refrigerated van, with a
sliding door behind the driver for entrance to the cold area. The truck
would be plugged in at night and cooled and would gradually become warmer
during the day. There was a ledge the width of the truck between Jay's seat
and the door. Since the truck was not designed for passengers, I would
overturn an empty milk crate and sit on that, perched on the ledge.

Anyway, as I said, I fell asleep. My usual costume was a pair of shorts
(which were MUCH shorter in those days) and a polo shirt. I awoke when I
felt Jay's hand on my bare left knee. He had reached his right hand over
while driving and placed it there. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at
me.  Not really knowing what was going on, I moved my knee away so that his
hand was no longer touching me.

This did not stop Jay, however. He then began to playfully rub my knee
while talking to me.  Nothing else happened that day. The next day,
however, was another story!

Again, I fell asleep. Again, I felt his hand on my bare leg. This time,
however, I did not open my eyes. He was just gently rubbing my leg and it
felt kind of nice as I was in that in-between state of sleep and
consciousness. And then things began to get interesting.

The hand began to move further up my leg until I felt a finger under the
leg of my shorts, rubbing against my white briefs. And then that finger
moved under the hem of my briefs and was touching my foreskin. That felt
REALLY good. I was torn between whether to open my eyes or just feign
sleep; but I decided to open my eyes and see where things would go.

I opened my eyes and looked over at Jay.  He was smiling broadly at me and
asked if that felt good.  When I told him that it did, the dam was broken.

Jay pulled the truck into some woods and parked, ostensibly for lunch.  It
was not a sandwich which he intended to eat, however. He talked me into
getting into the rear area of the truck with him. By this time the truck
had begun to warm up a bit, although it was still cold. Jay left the
sliding door just a crack so that he could see what he was about to get.

He stood me in front of him while he sat down. Then he started to rub my
body all over, "in order to warm me up," he said. And warm me up he did! I
am certain that he noticed my hard-on pushing out my shorts, because he
wound up rubbing it with vigor. The next thing I knew, he was pulling my
shorts and underwear down and he took my polo shirt off. And there I was,
the chicken waiting to be plucked!

I had just a few pubic hairs at the time, but the rest of my body was
smooth. As I said, I am uncut, a rarity for kids my age in America at the
time.

It didn't take long for Jay to explore what was under that foreskin with
his tongue. I just held onto his shoulders and let him go at it. Sweet
Jesus, I was in heaven and soon shot a load of boy cum into his mouth for
lunch. Then he told me to get dressed and we proceeded to the dairy. On the
way he asked me if I had enjoyed our play. Being no fool, and wanting more
of that mouth on my cock, I said yes.

The next day we repeated this scene, with a slight variation. This time Jay
dropped his pants and underwear before undressing me. It was the first time
I had seen a man's cock. His was uncut and had a FAT purple head which he
proceeded to shove into my face. When I looked surprised and not sure what
to do with it, he told me to open my mouth and lick it. I did.

Then I began to suck on it. When I did, he shot a load into my mouth almost
instantly. Then he licked my balls and cock and wound up blowing me
again. I was in heaven!

On day three, things proceeded apace. Into the back, drop trousers, strip
me. But this time there was to be yet another variation to this theme.

Instead of blowing me or seeking to have me suck him, he turned me around
so that my ass was to his face. He parted my cheeks and sniffed, only to
find that I had been a bit hasty at toilet that morning. After chastising
me for not being totally clean, he opened a carton of milk, used it to wet
his handkerchief, and proceeded to clean my hole.  When he had accomplished
this, he proceeded to lick my entrance.

He continued to eat my ass until he had his fill and then I heard the sound
of paper. He took a stick of butter and rubbed it over my hole, trying to
use it as lubricant, but let me tell you, KY is much better. When he bent
me over and forcefully stick his monster into me, it hurt at first, but
then felt better and better. He took my cherry in the back of his milk
truck with a stick of butter, cumming deep in my ass.

The following week Jay asked me if I would like to have lunch at his
apartment the following day.  I initially agreed, but that night I began to
worry. Why did he want to do that? Would I be safe? I chickened out and
told him the next day that I didn't want to do it. Jay was disappointed,
but there was not much he could do about it, so he stuck to the routine in
the back of the truck.

Many times since then I have had fantasies about what would have
happened. Would he have perv friends there to enjoy the show and perhaps
help themselves to my sweet ass and cock? Would there have been pictures
taken? (Video wasn't available then). Despite my reluctance then, I now
wish I had gone along with him.

Anyway, we had our fun for a couple of more weeks until it was time for me
to return to school.  Soon thereafter Jay was no longer our milkman and I
never found out what happened to him.

About a year later a beautiful blond boy by the name of David who was in my
class moved into the neighborhood. We were best friends and he invited me
to stay over one Friday night.  We wound up sleeping together in his single
bed and exploring each other's bodies. That went on almost every weekend
for about a year. Then he discovered girls.

That was my last sex with anyone else until I arrived at college, although
I did unsuccessfully try to get into my brother's pants once."

----- Wow! Talk about leaving us hanging! Or sticking straight up, as the
case may be! Thanks, Milkboy. We're looking forward to hearing about your
friend David and your failed attempt at your little brother...hopefully
soon, in more hot "Tales from the Male Bag!"

"Tales from the Male Bag" stories are real and used with the full
permission of the good friends who share them with me. And remember, I'm
only the very aroused middleman. I'm more than happy to forward your
comments to Milkboy. Just open up the milk carton and give him your
thoughts at my email address below.

Love, Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com