Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 11:11:54 -0700
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Great Depression 5

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!  The events depicted are totally fictional, and
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                               IN THE GREAT DEPRESSION

                                   by Macout Mann



                                       Part 5

                                   Chris and Jase


That night, when they've gone up to bed, a bare-chested Christopher comes
into Jason's room, carrying his kerosene lamp.  Jason is already under the
sheet.

"What's up, Chris?"

Christopher puts the lamp on the bedside table and sits on the edge of the
bed.  "Were you telling the truth, Jase?"  he asks.

"The truth?"

"When you said, `I think I may be that way too.'"

"Yes."

"Have you ever...?"

"Played around with another boy?" Jason finishes the question for him.
Christopher nods.

"Yeah." Jason continues, "a neighbor back in Jackson and his cousin.  We've
beat each others' dogs and sucked dick.  Acted like we was goanna fuck, but
never have.

"You?"

"You know I have," Christopher says.  "Got started when I was twelve.  A
friend of mine's older brother.  He'd been fucking around with Mason, my
friend; and he got Mason to find a reason to go off and leave me by myself
for a few minutes.  Then he came in and started talking to me real friendly
like.  Then he brings up sex.  And one thing leads to another.  He says he
has a real big cock.  Asks me if I want to see it.  Before I know it, he's
got me sucking on it."

"Gosh," Jason says.

"Well, it's not long before he's fucking me and Mason.  And the two of us
are fucking and sucking each other.  And I'm loving it.  I was really
hooked.  Even more once I could shoot off.  I had to face facts.  I'm
queer.

"Mason's brother starts to tell his buddies about me.  I get together with
some of them.  By the time I was your age I'd been with everybody that had
clawed their crotch in front of me.

"I can't say I'm ashamed.  I just wish I could be myself."

Jason's five and a half inches is tenting the sheet, and there is no hiding
it.  Christopher reaches over and feels him through the percale fabric.

"Oh yes," Jason murmers.

"Jase, I've wanted to do that ever since the time we jacked off out in the
woods," Christopher declares.

He throws off the sheet, exposing Jason's thin body in all its nakedness.
He leans over and gently nibbles Jason's right nipple, then his left.  For
Jason it is a new sensation.  When frisking with his companions in Jackson,
there was no foreplay.

"Oh, Chris.  That's so wonderful," he whispers.

"That's only the beginning," Christopher responds.

Jason lies inert, except for his throbbing prick, as Christopher continues
to stimulate his tingling body.  He fingers, then tongues and blows into
the younger boy's ears, whispering "You never knew an ear could be so sexy,
did you?"  Then he takes each ear into his warm mouth.

He nibbles Jason's pits and tastes their mustiness.  He rubs his palms down
the fourteen-year-old's torso and teases his belly button with his finger
and his tongue.

He massages Jason's thighs and cups his ass cheeks, while he kisses his way
down the abs that are just beginning to show fuzzy evidence of the treasure
trail to come.  Finally he cups the younger boy's nuts and buries his nose
in the fuzzy pubes that are Jason's pride and joy.

Instinctively, Jason responds by reaching for his cousin and clutching his
better-developed pecs.  As Christopher embraces Jason's rigid prong, Jason
reaches for Christopher's groin only to realize that his partner is only
half naked.

Cristopher is intent on his immediate task, however, and now his lips
envelop the lollipop that has been his goal.  His tongue pierces the piss
slit and thoroughly licks its cut head and plump pole, beginning to massage
it up and down, covering it with warm saliva.

Jason has never experienced anything like this.  He moans ecstatically.  He
trembles uncontrollably.  He wants the bliss to go on forever, but his
balls need the relief of orgasm.  But Christopher has mastered the art of
edging.  It is several minutes before he lets his partner trade the
euphoria of stimulation for the euphoria of release.  Jason erupts.  He
sends a torrent of cum down Christopher's willing throat.  Jason feels
exhausted.  Yet he summons the energy to unbuckle Christopher's belt and
unzip his trousers.  Christopher assists in removing them and climbs in
next to Jason, snuggling up to share his elation.

They cuddle long enough for Jason to recover.

"That was the most marvelous thing that ever happened to me," Jason says.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it.  I loved being able to do you."

Jason becomes aware of Christopher's hard dick pressing against his rear.
His only thought is to return the favor.  It's pretty amazing how well
Jason is able to duplicate the foreplay that Christopher had demonstrated.
Must be a trait that's inbred.  Jason is no stranger to sucking dick, but
Christopher had done things that Jason would never have thought of.  He
isn't the expert that Christopher is, but he manages to give almost as well
as he has received.  Christopher is satisfied.  They fall asleep in each
other's arms, pelvises pressed together, dicks entwined.

The alarm rings on Saturday morning just like every other.  Christopher
pads back into his room and both boys complete their morning routines.
After breakfast Jason and Will attack the weeds along the road with
scythes, while Christopher watches.  Tomorrow there will be guests for
dinner, and Uncle Luke wants the place to look as neat as possible.

After that chore is complete, Jason takes Christopher over to the kitchen,
where one of the negro girls is churning butter.  Christopher had never
seen butter that didn't materialize from a grocery store.  Jason has the
girl show Christopher how cream is separated from the raw milk and then
churned.  Then the buttermilk is poured off and the butter is kneaded to
remove any traces of buttermilk, finally being formed into a mound and
placed on a butter plate.

Jason also asks her to show Christopher the clabber she has made.  "You can
have some for supper tomorrow night, if you want," Jason tells him.  "It's
the stuff that Little Miss Muffet was eating.  I pass, myself."

They laze around for the rest of the day.  Before supper, Aunt Mary
suggests the four of them have a game of 500 Rummy, which Christopher
easily wins.  "It's one of my dad's favorite pastimes," he says.  "We play
it all the time."

Come night Jason lies in bed hoping for another visit from Christopher.
When he doesn't show up, a frustrated Jason lights his lamp and goes into
the adjacent room.

"I was hoping you would come," a still-awake Christopher sighs.  He is
lying on his back with his already-stiff pole in the air.

Without a word, Jason climbs in next to Christopher.  They embrace and
mutually begin to stimulate each other's erogenous zones like they had the
night before.

"I want you to fuck me," Christopher whispers.  "And I want to fuck you.
You ever had a cock up your ass?"

"Nah," Jason answers.  "Never fucked anybody either."

"All I've got is some Jergens Lotion," Christopher says, "but it'll do."
He has already set out the bottle on the bedside table.

"Finger fuck me," Christopher commands, as he takes Jason's rod into his
warm mouth and thoroughly moistens it.  Jason finds that the
seventeen-year-old's sphincter readily yields to his finger's intrusion.
Christopher moans appreciatively.  Then he rubs lotion generously on
Jason's shaft and rolls onto his stomach.  "I gotta have that sausage right
now," he says.  "Fuck me, man!"  He pulls his cheeks apart.  The moonlight
streaming through the tall windows give barely enough light for Jason to
guide his dick to Christopher's rosebud, but he can feel his knob press
against its target.  "Give it to me, Jase!"

Jason forces his dick into the space that his finger has just filled.  He
feels his still-sprouting pubic hairs scratch Christopher's ass cheeks.
And he is rewarded by the most amazing sensation he has ever felt.

"That's the way.  Fuck me, man," Christopher giddily exclaims.

Jason's primal instincts take over.  He gently begins to lift his own ass
up and down to massage his bone against Christopher's tight rectum.

"Yes..." Christopher moans.

It seems that Jason's dick has a mind of its own.  His thrusts increase
speed.  He begins to pound his cousin's ass.  The bodies of both are
covered with sweat.

"That's the way.  Oh fuck, yes."  Christopher's voice is barely above a
whisper, but its tone is that of a shout.

And as he approaches orgasm, Jason grunts with pure animal lust.  He
releases several spouts of his hot semen into Christopher's colon, then
collapses on top of his partner's body.  He is sated.

They lie still for several minutes as Jason's tube deflates.  Jason will
never be the same.  He basks in the joy that only complete sexual
fulfillment can give.  A once in a lifetime experience.  And Christopher,
realizing what feelings are overwhelming Jason, is also thrilled.  He looks
forward to Jason's next experience, hoping it will be equally fulfilling
for him.  As for himself, he knows there are few things as satisfying as
taking a cherry.

Jason finally rolls off of Christopher's prone body.  And Christopher
immediately cups Jason's slender pecs and feels down his gut to rub off the
residue of the fluids on his dick.

"Are you ready to lose your virginity, Jase?" Christopher asks.

"If it will be anything like as wonderful as that was," Jason eagerly
responds.

"It will be awful painful at first," Christopher says, "but once your ass
is accustomed to having a cock up it, it'll feel great.  I promise."

He has Jason lie on his stomach, pours a bit of lotion in his ass crack,
and begins to prepare his ass for penetration.

"When you start fucking your buddies back home, filch a jar of Vaseline
from your mom's vanity," Christopher tells him.  "That works better, but
even spit'll do in a pinch.  I've even been dry fucked.  That's not bad
once you're used to having cock up your ass."

When Jason's ass is as open as it's going to get, Christoper has him lay on
his back.  He relights a lamp, saying that he wants to see Jason's face as
he's deflowered, and then again begins with his ears, and nibbles from his
neck all the way to his ass.  Jason is tingling all over.

"I'd tongue your asshole, if the lotion didn't taste so bad.  Another good
reason to use Vaseline."

As gently as possible, Christopher's knob taps Jason's anus.

"Ssssssss..." Jason would have screamed, but he is careful not to wake
their aunt and uncle.

"The pain won't be so bad after a minute or two," Christopher counsels.
"I'll go in slow.  Just let me know when it starts to feel better."

Jason is only the fourth cherry boy that Christopher has had, but to him
penetrating a virgin ass is one of the biggest thrills a guy can have.  He
inhales deeply, and each time Jason signals for him to proceed he sticks
his shaft another inch further into the fourteen-year-old's hole.  He knows
that after letting Jason fuck him, Jason will not resist.

When he is all the way in, he waits.  He waits until he hears Jason's plea.
"Fuck me, Chris.  Let me feel your dick pound my tail.  Please fuck me
now."

Only four virgins.  But five years of fucking and being fucked in the
schools, churches, YMCAs, parks, and private homes of Brooklyn, New York,
have made Christopher a fucking expert.  For fifteen minutes his dick
provides Jason with a variety of sensations his cousin could never have
dreamed of.  Then in one final movement he thrusts seemingly further than
he has before and releases a torrent of cum into Jason's ass.

"Yes!" he whispers.  "Now, Jase, you are just as queer as I am."

"Fucking aye," is Jason's response.

"I loved to watch your face.  You seemed to be in heaven," Christopher
says.

"I loved to watch yours.  It was like you were on a mission."

"I was."

Christopher turned out the lamp, and they embraced as tightly as they
could, until sleep came and they both relaxed.