Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2016 18:09:47 +0000
From: Charles holmes <desha1955@outlook.com>
Subject: Great  Depression  - 1 -    Rural / Adult Youth / Rural

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The Great Depression - 1 -


     Not sure just when my family's misfortune started because living in a
rural farm area the Great Depression wasn't felt as hard and quick as it
was in the industrial cities in the north. Though my father worked in town
we did have a large truck patch garden that my mother canned a lot from. It
wasn't until my father was fired when the company he worked for went out of
business that some of the little things one takes for advantage were no
longer allowed. Our meals started consisting of less meat and sweets, but
there was always plenty to eat. Me being the only child in the family made
it easier on my family as well.

     After a couple of years of things not getting any better around the
small farm startd to go unkept. We sold as much of our garden produce as we
could but I heard my parents talking about it just wasn't bringing in
enough. We didn't have to worry about food because my mother still canned
as much as she could or even more since there was less of the store bought
items even in the stores. My mother started keeping any of our old clothes
we wore out or I grew out of to sew new ones. Of course my clothes had to
be taken up some since I seemed to loose weight while getting taller.

     About the fourth year my mother got really sick and it took all of the
little savings my father had hidden in the coffee can to get some medicine
but after a couple months she didn't get better and we soon lost her. We
carried on working our garden since it was the only real means of food and
what little income we had. Before long we were simply trading vegetables
for lamp oil, or other items we just had to have. We tended to go to bed as
soon as it got dark so we didn't waist any lamp oil plus my father had
brought in a wood burning stove which provided heat for cooking and heat
for the house. He closed off all but three rooms in the house to cut down
on the heat needed during the cold nights and we both used the same
bedroom, or actually the den since he moved our beds in there. The den was
right next to the kitchen so it stayed warm along with the kitchen.

     School for me had stopped since there was no way to get there and back
plus after a while there wasn't even anyone to teach. My father did have me
read to him each evening before we went to bed and would give me some math
problems from time to time so my education wasn't near as poor as a lot of
the kids during those years. Though things were always bad my father never
let me see it on his face until he got a letter about taxes on the home. He
didn't say anything and it wasn't until I read the letter while he was out
that I knew there was no way he could come up with the taxes to keep the
place.

     For the next few months he started leaving me at home to keep the
garden as best I could while he walked the five miles to town to try and
pick up any work that would pay him money and not trade. It was after the
second month I noticed he would count the money he had in the coffee can
and could tell he was failing really bad. Soon he was staying away from
home longer and longer and when he did come home he would sleep almost a
day before getting up again. His clothes seemed to hang on his body and his
face was drawn showing the weight he had lost. Once when he got sick and
could bearly stop coughing he wouldn't let me use any of the money to get
him some medicine.

     The last time I saw my father he was leaving the house and headed back
toward town. I had put a couple tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes, and a few
jars of canned items that he could either eat or trade while he was
away. It was a week later when the sheriff came out and told me that my
father had been so sick that he just laid down, went to sleep and never
woke up. He asked if I had some family members that I could go live with or
should he take me back to the orphanage. I told him a lie, saying I had an
Aunt in the next county I could go live with because I didn't want to have
to go to the orphanage.

     For the next couple of weeks I continued to work the garden since the
vegetables were still coming off. I had a stand out in front of the house
where I sold what I could plus when it looked like I couldn't sale any more
I started taking things to the few neighbors that still lived close by. I
wouldn't talk to them because I didn't want to have to answer their
questions about my father. Finally the garden was spent plus it was only a
few days before the county was to come reclaim the place for back
taxes. Packing up my couple pairs of jeans and shirts, I was loading as
much of the food that I could carry when an old run down truck loaded to
its limit pulled up next to the house.

     The man got out and asked if he could get some water for his
overheating truck and some to carry along with him. I showed him to the
well where we drew water to irragate the garden and helped him carry a few
jugs of water. He noticed the garden and asked if we were still were
working it. I told him there wasn't enough to work plus I was planning on
pulling out. He looked at me and then looked around and asked where my
parents were. I told him they both were dead and the county was coming out
in the next week to claim the place. He filled his truck with water and
loaded the full jugs back on his truck. He asked if would be alright if he
went through the garden and got what he could eat. I told him it was fine
with me and asked him where he was heading. He told me he was just heading
west with no particular place in mind.

     Thinking fast I told him I could give him some can goods if he would
take me along with him. He had this funny look and glanced around the house
as if wondering just where I had canned goods. Finally he said if I had
enough to make it worth his while and it wouldn't cost him anything to feed
me he didn't see why I couldn't go along with him. Smiling I asked him how
much space he had on his truck. He let me know if he needed to he could
find something to leave behind if I had that much food.

     Taking him around back I opened the storm shelter and showed him the
rows and rows of canned goods that my mother had stored there. His mouth
fell open and he couldn't believe it. Then looking back at me he said he
sould have known something since I didn't have the signs that most of the
kids he saw these days who hadn't had enough to eat. Walking back outside
he started removing some chairs and small tables and such to make plenty of
room for the canned goods. We spent a couple hours packing and repacking
the truck before he announceded that was all he could take. Opening a jar
of peaches he finished them off before he told me to get what I was taking
and we would be on our way.

     Looking at the remaining food I told him it would be a shame to let
all the stuff go to waist and told him I would like to stop about a mile
down the road and tell the family there who had six children that they
could have the rest of the food. He agreed and we started off down the
road. As we pulled up I told him to let me do the talking and just agree
with whatever I said. He agreed as we stopped in front of the house. The
six kids came out first followed by the mother. I got out and told her that
I was going away to live with my Uncle, as I pointed to the man in the
truck. I let her know that we had taken as much of my mothers canned goods
but there was about half a cellar full and she was welcome to it
all. Telling her where the storm door was and that she should take any
wheelbarrows, wagons or anything else they had they could use to carry
things in with them.

     She stood there looking at me trying to figure out if I was crazy or
what when the man in the truck told her I was telling the truth. Looking in
the pasture he asked if the two old mules out there had a wagon to pull and
the lady sort of came out of her shock. We helped the woman and older kids
hook up the mules to an old wagon before we left and the woman and children
were acting like Christmas had arrived early. She turned to say something
to us but I just waved as we pulled away.

     For the next few days we traveled by day and would find a place to
pull over, have a meal and sleep until early in the morning before heading
on down the road. The first couple of nights it was nice out and I slept in
the back of the truck while he slept in the cab. On the third night it was
raining so he suggest I sleep in the cab with him. He removed his shirt and
pants and spread a blanket out across the seat. Looking at me he asked if I
was going to join him or just stare all night. Slowly I removed my outer
clothes and managed to squeeze on part of the seat beside him. He pulled me
in against him telling me he would help keep me from falling off the seat.

     I soon dozed off and didn't wake until I felt him moving against my
back. Suddenly I realized it wasn't his movement that had awaken me but his
erection pushing in against my ass. I could hear his snoring and breathing
and knew he wasn't awake so didn't do anything about it. After a while I
felt my own cock getting hard and wanted to play with it but knew there was
no way without waking him. Lying still I let him do what he wanted while he
was dreaming. He suddenly began to move more and more against me and I
heard him grunt and raise partly up before turning away from me.

     The next morning I noticed the stain in the front of his shorts as he
pulled his pants on. We were several hours on our trip when he got around
to asking me my age and if I played with myself and such. At first I was
reluctant to answer but when he told me that all boys and men play with
themselves that it was only natural. Being just past twelve at the time I
told him I did and seemed to relax once I started answering his
questions. I kept noticing him reaching down and pulling on his crotch. He
got around to asking me if I had played with any boys or girls before and
of course I told him I hadn't. Announcing he needed to take a piss he
slowly pulled the truck down an old dirt road.

     Pulling to a stop he got out and came around to the side of the truck
and told me I better get out and relieve myself before we started again. As
I was climbing out he began to unzip his pants and take out his cock. I had
felt it pushing against me during the night but it look so much bigger than
it felt and wasn't even hard. Pulling the foreskin back he exposed the
large mushroom head just as it began to release his urine. Looking back at
me he told me I better get busy relieving my own bladder or I would have to
wait until the next time we stopped. Unzipping my fly while continuing to
stare at his cock I didn't realized I had an erection until I took hold of
it.

     The man said something was surly getting me all horned up as he began
to shake his cock up and down. I tried to relieve myself but with the
condition of my cock I just couldn't. He began to stroke his cock as it
began to grow longer and thicker. While smiling at me he asked if there was
something I would like to do. I knew that grown men's cocks were larger
than boys but this was the first one I had actually seen and the size was
much more than I had imagined. Watching him stroke it as it got longer and
bigger I couldn't take my eyes off of it and was slowly stroking my own the
way I had learned to play with myself.

     He mumbled something but I didn't really hear as he moved in closer to
me while pulling the foreskin back and forth over the deep purple looking
head. Before I realized it his cock was only inches from mine and my hand
and when he brushed it against mine I reached out and began slowly pulling
the foreskin back and forth. I heard a few moans from the man as his hips
seemed to move back and forth. The more I played with his cock the more
excited he became and suddenly my hand was covered with some clear
liguid. He suggested I take a taste and being in a erotic trance I did as
he suggested and was surprised to taste something a bit sweet with a tint
of salt. He told me if I liked it all I had to do was keep pulling on his
cock and I would be treated to more.

     Several times his cock released more of this liquid and I gathered it
up and licked it off my hand. Reaching over he lifted my head back and told
me to get on my knees. Once I was kneeled in front of him he told me to
open my mouth and eased the big mushroom head into it. The taste was
surprising in that it didn't have the repulsive taste one would think it
should have. He instructed me on how to lick around the head and then how
to suck on it. As I got use to the size of his cockhead in my mouth he
started pushing more and more into my mouth until he caused me to
gag. Pulling his cock back he let me recover before pushing it back inside
telling me the more I tried the easier it would get. Reaching down with my
right hand I began to stoke my cock and was getting really excited as I
began to force more and more of his cock in my mouth. At one point I had it
slide part of the way down my throat which caused him to moan out even
more.

     He took hold of my head and began pumping back and forth causing me
some discomfort but at the same time increasing my own excitement. Soon I
was slobbering all over his cock and down my chin as he gagged and choked
me while pumping in and out. He was too excited to stop and I really didn't
want him to. Suddenly he let out a loud grunt and I felt his cock pulse as
it was driven down my throat and let out a stream of cum. He held his cock
in my throat as it released stream after stream straight down into my
stomach. As he pulled his cock back on my tongue I gasped for air and
tasted his salty cum as a few drops oozed out of his softening cock.

     He began rubbing my head as he told me how great my mouth felt and
began squeezing the last few drops out of his softened cock. Looks like you
enjoyed it as well he said as he looked down at my own spent cock. Looking
down I saw the pool of my own cum that had collected beneath me. He took
his soft cock and peeled the foreskin back as he rubbed it across my lips
and said that later on I could have some more and we might even find a few
other things I just might like to do with cock.