Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2008 23:04:00 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: 'farm Boys Teaching Each Other,Part One" by Jay Roberts

		Oh my aching back!  I knew it!  Under 18 year
		olds are lurking out there thinking this is a
		story about animals and crops and other shit.
		It ain't.  It's a story for folks over 18.  Kids leave!


This here is the true story 'bout me and Chip.  Chip is thirteen, me I'm
twelve.  You can sure tell the difference.  Chip is tall and thin from
growing so much this summer.  He even has hair down there.  I know, I seed
it.  Me, I look exactly like a young twelve year old, maybe younger.

I'm short too, but Aunt Marzy says, "Jeb,with that blond curly hair and
fine features, someday you are gonna be a heart breaker."

Well the only hearts I'm been affectin' is Chip's.  I think that Chip
really is warm in the pants 'bout me.  He's too young fer girls, an' 'sides
there ain't none he has the nerve to talk to.  That's okay with me, I like
the way things are now.  "Course sometimes I think Chip is sex crazy.  He's
always talkin' 'bout girls tities, and sometimes 'bout boys in school's
penuses.  It don't likely seem right fer him to be so interested in sex
parts.

He likes to put his arm around me shoulder and pull me close and whisper in
my ear funny things like "You are prettier than any gal in school.  If'n
only you had tits."  But then he'd say, "But yer sexual stuff is real fine,
'ceptin' it's still a might small."

Yesterday, in the barn, he showed me pictures of naked folks.  They were
real fine and they made my penis git stiff lookin' at 'em.  Chip also got
what he calls a "Rection".  His is much longer than mine an' he says that
when he rubs it fer a long time, it gives out boy milk.

I hardly know what he's talkin' 'bout, but it sure riles me up, specially
cause his talking in my ear blows his breath there and that feels funny,
but good funny.

After we wuz lookin' at them pictures awhile he asks me if I jerk off.  I
don't know what he's talkin' 'bout, 'n' I tell him so.  He proceeds to
opens the brass fly buttons on his Bibb overalls 'm haul out his penis.
"My, my," I tell him.  "It surely looks bigger than a month ago when I seen
it at the water hole."

"It is," he says proudly, 'n' he seems so cute all puffed up with pride
over his stiff thing.  "Touch it," he says, his voice seemin' a bit hoarse.
Maybe he's comin' down with a cold or somethin'.

"I don't mind," I tell him, "If'n that's somethin' you'all want.  Cause
natcherly, I'm a true friend."

I put my fingers on it, carefully so as not to hurt it.  I jumped back as
he moaned loudly.  "No, no, it's okay, it just felt so good I hadda make
that sound."

"Well Chip, try to hold yerself in.  You scared me."

"Do it again.  Move yer hand 'round.  Yes, lak that.  Oh it's so good I
can't hardly stand it."

"You want I should stop?"

He reached out and grabbed my arm, right on my muscle and squeezed so hard
it hurt lak the devil.  "If'n you stop, I'll throw this fist right in yer
face."

Well I sure wasn't lookin' to get hurt.  I obeyed him and moved my hand up
and down.  It was jes lak I was milkin' Bossy.  He sure lak'd it.  Spit was
running out of his mouth and his big tongue was sticking out the side, an'
he wuz huffin' and puffin' lak the train that comes by here every other
week.

Suddenly I thought he'd thrown a fit.  His eyes rolled up so as only the
white part wuz showin' and he called out, "I'm goin' cum."

I wuzn't sure what that mean, why wuz he cumin when he wuz already heer,
but then I understood, his penis began to spill out milk in long streams
and he wuz either in pain, or enjoyin' it by the sounds he made.

I couldn't hep laughin' at the fuss he wuz makin' but then he got regular.
He looked at me with a lovin' face and afore I could think, he put his lips
'gainst mine and kissed me kinda hard, but still nice.  After he backed
away agin' lookin' 'barrassed that he got so soft and girly, I tol' him
that the kiss wuz the finest thing that happened to me and that I wanted to
do it a lot.

"You pore boy, your little pecker is pushin' yore overalls out.  Here let
me show you how to have the best feelin' you ever had.":

Afore I could stop him, cause I didn't want to show him my personal stuff,
hard and all, he ripped open the fly buttons, and reached in a found my
penis, he called a pecker.  No unnerwear 'course, no use makin' extra
washin'."

He pushed me down on the ground and started movin' his big hand up and
down, from the head to my body where the thing came from.  My sac of two
balls got moved around from his heavy strokin'.  It felt nice.  I enjoyed
his makin' me feel good, but it didn't seem as 'citin' at he make it seem
when I was doin' to him.  Then suddenly the feelin' changed and I began to
see why he loved it so much.

Somewhere 'round my knees a soft buzzin' started and it ran up my legs to
my balls and then into my penis.  My penis began humming lak their wuz
'lectricity to it.  Then it kinda hiccupped and vibrated lak a milkin'
machine.  I felt dizzy but wonderful.  Soon my whole body began to flex 'n'
my upper legs began to lift and thrust lak I was a mounted bull.  I was
cryin' out lak I baby, finally the feelin' got weaker.  Tears wuz runnin'
down my face from happiness.  "Kiss me lak before," I begged in a choked up
voice.  He did, and I was swept away agin.  That boy sure knew how to do
excellent things with his lips.

We wrapped our arms 'round each other and just pressed tight as we could
stand.  At that moment, we were a close as two human boys could be.

When he pulled away, a little shamefaced from so much feelin' Chip said,
"Jeb, I am fonder of you than a person ought to be.  I think we should come
back tomorrow to this barn and I have ideas for even more fun."

"I don't know what could be better'n this, but tomorrow I'll be here."

End Part One

They still has to learn 'bout dark wet places.  Tomorrow they do 'n'
tomorrow they do.  Tomorrow Jeb makes a big step in his growin' up.