Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2014 22:23:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Great Depression 2

This story is designed to show what life was like in the rural Southeastern
United States in the 1930s.  It covers several weeks during the summer of
1934.  I have researched as carefully as I could to make the dialogue and
events as authentic as possible.  It does contain examples of homosexual
sex, so please be warned!  Also be aware that, given the time and place,
the sex, at lease in the first few chapters, may not be as frequent or as
explicit as you may be used to.  Nonetheless, I think you will find the
story appealing.  The events depicted are totally fictional, and any
resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.  Actual
places and products are referred to for the sole purpose of adding
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                            IN THE GREAT DEPRESSION

                               by Macout Mann



                                  Part 2

                               Will and Andy


Will is a sixteen-year-old negro boy.  Or maybe he's seventeen.  Anyway, this is his first year to be working full time, and Uncle Luke has assigned Jason to work with him most of the time.  Will knows his way around the farm all right.  He was born in one of its shacks and has been helping his folks with chores since he could walk.

Jason, like most city boys in 1934, is scrawny and underdeveloped.  Will
looks pretty good.  Farm work does build muscles.  Like most skinny boys in
1934, though, Jason isn't bothered by his physique.  He doesn't worry about
going shirtless.  He wants a good tan, even if he has to get burned to get
it.  The only sunscreens are Vaseline, Ungentine, or Calamine Lotion.  All
are too expensive to use for kids' suntans.

Jason has to be careful not to be go shirtless in public places around the
plantation, however.  He would like to—he sometimes does when he's in
Jackson—but his dad has told him in no uncertain terms that he's not to
do that around here in places where he might be seen.  "Going around half
naked," as Jason's mom describes it, is looked down on in Jackson too.

Andrew Osborne is a white boy a year older than Jason.  The Osbornes are
Uncle Luke's closest neighbors.  Their home is on the other side of the
road about a half mile from the plantation house.  They are also new to
Claiborne County, that is to say they moved here since the World War.  Most
of the gentry think they are rather common.  For example, Andy Gump, as
Andrew is known to the other kids, is a white boy that does go shirtless in
public.

Andrew got his nickname because he has a very shallow chin, making him look
like the Andy Gump in the funny papers, but he doesn't seem to be bothered
being kidded about his appearance by others.  Still, Jason just calls him
"Andy."

Unlike Jason, Andy is well built.  Like Will, he benefits from the exercise
farm work entails.  And unlike the Cromwells, the Osbornes do not have
hired hands on the place.  Their property is much smaller, and their family
is large enough to work the farm without help.

Also, unlike most everybody else, Jason doesn't go for napping in the
afternoon. That may be one reason why he is first to hit the sack come
evening.  Instead he usually wanders about the home place while the others
are sleeping.  That's when he can shed his shirt and get some rays.  And
there's no rule against wearing short pants.

Actually the most common garment that guys around Jefferson County wear is
bib overalls with long sleeved shirts.  The negroes especially wear long
sleeves to protect against sunburn.  Whites seem unaware that black skin
will sunburn more quickly than white, because black absorbs the sun's rays
more efficiently.  That's also why negro women carry parasols when the
sun's shining brightly.

Long sleeved shirts with blue jeans are also worn, especially by younger
men and teens.  The more important men in the community, like Uncle Luke,
wear khakis or seersucker slacks with a dress shirt and tie.

Jason, being a city boy, has no jeans, so he wears khaki long pants or
shorts with a sport shirt.

Cromwell Creek flows through both the "old place," the original plantation,
and the home place.  Its volume isn't sufficient to be designated a public
waterway, but it is strong enough to pool in several places, one of which
is about fifty yards down from the road.  That is the road that runs along
the section line for about a quarter mile from the front of the plantation
house.  The road was laid out by Timothy a century before to insure that it
was accessible to his land but did not intrude into it.

The pool is about six feet deep when the creek is up, and although it's
legally private property, Luke has never complained about kids swimming
there.  Trespassing is hardly ever an issue around the county anyway.
Jason's Aunt Mary tells a story about a negro girl who was accosted by a
visitor.  "How do you get to Mr. Cromwell's place?" he man asked.

"Jes go round da road or 'cross the pasture," the girl replied.

So when Jason meanders through the woods one afternoon, finding Andy at the
creek is not surprising.  What is unexpected is to see Andy lying on the
creek bank buck naked vigorously massaging his hard-on.  Jason starts to
turn away and retreat.

"Hi, Jason," Andy calls out.  "Don't run away.  You aint gon' tell me you
don't beat your dog!"

"Well, I guess all of us do," Jason laughs.  He walks over to the edge of
the creek and plops down across from Andy on the opposite bank.

Andy stops playing with his dick, jumps in the water and swims the few
yards over to where Jason is sitting.

"Pa says it makes you feeble minded, but that's gotta be a crock of shit.

"Beatin' off is about the only thing a fella can do around here," he says.
"I have fucked Liza—she's yall's boy, Will's, sister—a couple of
times.  I guess pussy's pussy, but I'd sure as shit love to put it to
Sharon Willis.  She gets me hard every time I look at her."

The Willises run the grocery store and post office and have a small farm
near Lorman.

"You gettin' any tail up in Jackson," Andy asks.  He sits next to Jason and
starts to jack off again.

"I wish," Jason giggles.

Actually, Jason's experience has been with guys rather than girls.  His
attitude has completely changed since his long-ago encounter with Mose.
Amazing what puberty does to a guy.  And right now inches from Andy, his
dick is responding by tenting in his shorts.  Much to his relief, however,
Andy draws a totally different conclusion about the cause of Jason's
excitement.

"I see you need to cum too," Andy says.  "Might as well strip down and join
me."

Jason doesn't need further urging.  He removes his khaki shorts, revealing
that he is wearing nothing underneath.  Not buying underwear for children
is another way for cash strapped families to save money.

Both boys joyfully prime their pumps.

"Man, I bet I could find some ass in Jackson," Andy muses.

"Maybe so," Jason replies.  "I may just be shy."

Jason pounds his six incher and watches Andy working on his larger tube.
He's uncut, about an inch longer, and thicker.  And he has a massive crop
of pubic hair for a fifteen year old.  He turns to face Jason and unleashes
spurt after spurt of cum onto Jason's torso as he cries out, "Yeah, shoot
off, you fucker!"

A few seconds later Jason reciprocates, splashing his cream all over Andy's
gut.

The two boys jump into the creek, wash off the sticky stuff, and spend the
next half hour dunking each other in the tepid water.



Next morning Jason and Will are replacing salt licks around the pastures.
"I didn't know you had a sister," Jason comments.

"Who tole you I has a sister?" Will is obviously annoyed.

"I guess it was Andy Osborne," Jason says.  "I forget how it came up."

"He's a asshole," Will responds.

Jason lets the subject drop.  Some folks have told him that Will is an
"uppity nigger."  Truth be told, Jason's relationship with black people has
been limited to comparatively few contacts with them at the plantation.
But to him, Will seems not all that different from white guys he knows back
in Jackson, although like now, conversation with Will is restricted by the
very few things they have in common.  Is it going to rain?  It sure is hot.
Will giving instructions about a task Jason is unfamiliar with.

Actually, Luke felt obligated to put Will on.  Both his father and
grandfather had worked for the Cromwells and had been faithful hands.

After they finish putting out the salt, the boys saddle and exercise two of
the mares.  This is a responsibility that Jason relishes.  He has loved to
ride horseback ever since his dad put him on a horse back when he was
barely able to hold on.  That task finished, Jason heads to the house for
dinner.

As usual Jason forgoes a nap.  He heads back to the creek, halfway hoping
to encounter Andy again.  Instead, he finds Will treading water, his
clothes wadded up on the bank.

"Thought you'd be 'sleep," Will calls.

Both boys know that the swimming hole is for whites only, not that Jason
particularly cares.  After all, if Andy has been fucking Will's sister,
what harm could there be in letting Will swim in the creek.

Will quickly paddles over to the bank and scampers up.  Jason is amazed by
what Will is sporting.  What they say about black guys' equipment must be
true.  Will's dick even limp looks to be at least a foot long.

"You don't have to get out," Jason says.

"You aint goin' to swim?" Will asks.

"Nah.  I'm just killing time meandering about the place.  Uncle Luke wants
me to saddle up and ride over to the old place with him later.  One of the
hands told him that somebody'd set up a still in the woods over there.

"But if I wanted to go swimming, I aint got a problem with you seeing me
bareassed," Jason added.

Will laughs, recognizing Jason's attempt to smooth over the racial problem
that had caused Will to get out of the water in the first place.

Jason squats on the bank.  "You come over here a lot?" he asks.

Will hesitates, but then admits, "Sometimes.  This time a day, everybody's
'sleep.  I aint be botherin' nobody."

"I dunno," Jason responds.  "I saw Andy Osborne over here yesterday
afternoon."

"He aint gon' give me no shit," Will giggles.  "I know som'en he show don't
want folks to know 'bout."

Jason wonders but doesn't comment.  Was Andy's fucking Liza what he
wouldn't want folks to know about?