Date: Sat, 16 May 2009 22:39:59 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Lazy Leyton Langtry" story submission

			    LAZY LEYTON LANGTRY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"Lazy layabout, worthless creature." Mom intoned as she studied the form
lounging on the front porch. "Why did I agree to let him come stay with us?
I know Mazie's been poorly, but to have him out there, day after day, doing
nothing, not working, just laying there except when he's eating at our
table."

"Aw, come on, Maw." I said. "Leyton's not so bad. He's not doing anything
because we don't have anything for him to do out here."

"He could help your Paw." Maw said. "Paw could use another hand in the
fields."

"Then Paw should ask him to help."

"You know your Paw isn't going to ask anyone for help of any kind." Maw
said. That was true. Paw was downright ornery about such things.

"If he was to try to help Paw, he'd have to fight Paw first." I agreed. "So
why should he?"

"You're as bad as he is." Maw said. "I expect better from my son, and if I
don't get it, you'll find you're still young enough to whip. Wish to God
Leyton was. I'd do it still if I thought it'd do any good." Leyton was
sixteen, nearly four years older than me and Maw was right, spanking me
would get results, spanking him wouldn't.

"I got to get to the cows." I said. My job for the day was to round them up
and switch them over to the next pasture, they would have about finished
all the grass in the one they were in now. We had four such pastures, by
rotating them around, we could save a lot on feed in the spring and summer
months well into autumn, saving the fifth pasture to raise hay to feed them
through the winter. We managed to keep forty head of cattle that way, and
their calves long enough to wean them off and sell them or keep them a bit
longer and butcher them for their meat. The rest, we milked and made
butter. The cows and the chickens and a few rabbits and squirrels we
hunted, those were our sources of meat. The rest was our garden, where we
raised the rest of it. The year was 1930 and a lot of people were going
hungry, but not us, never had and didn't expect to. A good life, a hard
life, but we lived well, the three of us. Four of us, now that cousin "Lazy
Leyton" (as Maw had taken to calling him) had moved in.

Leyton Langtry was growing in that spurt that turns a lanky youth into a
huge man and he'd put on a lot of the size that growth spurt gives a young
un. A large hunk of blond hair on his head, milky clean skin, clear blue
eyes, his grin could melt your heart when he fired it your way, which he
was more than quick to do when he wanted something, like go in and fetch
him a drink of cool water, not the stuff in the bucket, take it from the
well instead, good boy, thank ye kindly. That face above a body as smooth
as silk, as creamy pale as the butter Maw made for us, his form not muscled
in the way of working hard on the farm, but still his form
was...beautiful. My stomach fluttered when I looked at him, in a way I'd
never felt before. Like I wanted to be close to him, close as I could get,
turn that smile on me endlessly. Something tingled in my body when I
thought that sort of thing, a tingle right in the place between my legs
you're not supposed to talk about with anyone, ever. When you're twelve
years old, you're already confused about your body, Maw had brushed off my
tentative questions with "don't talk dirty" and Paw...I hadn't managed to
bring myself to mention this to Paw. Didn't feel right somehow, talking to
him about it.

Could I talk to Leyton about it, maybe? The way my thing would swell up and
get all stiff at nights, the way it would stain my drawers during the
night, the way it would tingle when I looked at him. I had plenty of time
to think, our cows were friendly, obliging creatures that understood I was
there to help them get to where they'd want to go. So I was soon done and
went back to the house. Maw wasn't home, she'd planned to go to visit the
neighbors and help them sew a quilt (Maw wasn't wasting time doing this by
any means, as their quilting circle of four traded off so we'd get another
quilt from them by their combined efforts as soon as they finished this
one), but Leyton was there.

Well, if I was going to talk to him about this, no time better'n
now. Leyton was where I figured he'd be, sitting on the porch, doing
nothing much of anything. He should at least have been practicing the
guitar or banjo or something, it seems to me. But he was just chewing on a
straw he'd picked up. Wearing nothing but a faded plaid shirt and an even
more faded pair of blue overalls, his bare feet up on the railing. Looked
comfortable.

"Marvin." he said when I came up. "Good to have you back. Could you fetch
me one of the leftover biscuits from breakfast? I'm still feeling a mite
hungry."

"Sure." I said. There were two biscuits left on the table (there'd been
four when I'd left the house and I didn't think Maw had taken the other two
when she left), so I took both of them out to the porch, handed one to
Leyton and sat in the other chair and munched the other one. Leyton's lips
pursed as he reached his teeth up to sink them into the soft, moist white
bread, I saw those teeth bit into it, had a sudden image of those teeth
biting into my neck the same way and I shivered where I sat.

Leyton saw me staring and said, "You got something to say?"

"Yeah." I said, suddenly nervous. "I got some questions and Maw won't
answer and I can't ask Paw."

"So you figure you'll ask me?"

"Yeah, if you'll explain it to me. I mean, I know you'll know if it's
something normal or not."

"Normal?"

I stammered through my questions. Leyton just listened, heard me through to
the end. I told him everything including the tingling I felt, but not that
it was him provoking it. "Is that it?" he asked when I finished.

"Yeah. Am I...normal?"

"Dead normal." Leyton assured me. I blew out a "whooh!" of relief. "Except
for one thing."

"What's that?"

"That funny feeling in your stomach, your tingling. That ought to only be
when you're with someone."

"I am." I admitted.

"But with school out, you haven't been off the farm in a coon's age."
Leyton said. "So either you get a tingle when you look at the cows, or you
been tingling about me."

Under that gaze, I couldn't say a thing, but I didn't have to. My face said
it all.

"Well, then." Leyton said. "You got yourself a tingle about me. Have to do
something about that."

"What?" I asked, looking at the planks of the porch instead of at him. I
couldn't bear to raise my head and look at him. Something terrible about
this, I knew, from the way Maw talked. When you're twelve, you take your
parent's words as gospel. I was powerful conflicted, I can tell you.

After a time, Leyton hadn't said nothing and I looked up. Had to look at
him. Him looking at me, smiling gently. He saw my eyes meet his and with
his own eyes, so clean and blue, he gestured for me to look further down
his body. Down to where his hand was, holding onto
his...his.... "Gee-whillickers!" I breathed. Curving like a duck's neck, as
creamy white as the rest of Leyton's body, the tip a slightly redder bulb
like a rosebud, all of this length rising out of the pale blue fly of his
overalls.

"Are you tingling now, Marvin?"

"Uh-huh." I said, my voice a hoarse whisper.

"I'm feeling kind of tingly myself." Leyton said. "You want to help me with
this?"

"Yeah...only...."

"What?"

"I don't know how."

"Don't worry about it. I know how." Leyton stood up. "We'd better go into
your bedroom, so I can show you easier."

"Okay." I dropped my half-eaten biscuit on the ground, where a half-dozen
chickens raced up to catch it (they'd been lingering around the porch since
I'd brought the bread out) and in the sounds of their
cackle-and-wing-flapping), I walked back into the house right behind
Leyton.

I got bashful in the bedroom, even with Leyton unhitching his overall bib
and the buttons at his waist on either side, and pushing it down his
body. He stepped out of them and started on his buttons, then looked at
me. "You got to take yours off, too." he said.

I stood stock-still, then galvanized into action, tearing at my own overall
bib fastenings and yanking them off. I had on a long-sleeved undershirt
under that, and I peeled it off and managed to be completely bare at the
same time he slid his shirt off behind him. My thing was as hard as I'd
ever felt it, except maybe when I first woke up on the morning, only this
time it was actually jerking up and down all by itself. Leyton noticed
this, too. "Looks like a hunting dog sniffing for coons!"

I snickered. "Yep, I guess it does. So, what now?"

"Now you get up on the bed and lie down." Leyton ordered me. I complied,
feeling my ass being stared as as I clambered onto the too-high bed (built
by my Grandpaw nearly a hundred years ago, with a storage chest under it
which explained its height) and lay back.

"No, no, scoot down until your feet hang over the edge." Leyton
clarified. I obeyed again. And Leyton climbed in on top of me, planting his
feet on either side of my head. The head of his glans was now brushing my
cheek.

"Now, you pay attention to what I do, and you do it for me." Leyton
said. And I gasped, because his tongue began to lick at my own dick. Soft,
warm, wet, it tickled, tingled, titillated my glans. I was lost in the
heavenly feeling of that when Leyton grunted, his hips shifted and his cock
slapped my cheek. Hastily, I repaired my mistake, caught Leyton's prong in
my mouth and began to lick my tongue over it. He was too long for me to
play with the head like he was doing, the glans was now inside my mouth and
going to stay there, but I lapped at it as best I could and Leyton now bent
lower and wrapped his own mouth around my cock (oh, God, that felt even
better!), and his lips began to move up and down my shaft, hanging onto it,
pulling my skin up and down over my glans, making me thrill to his
movements.

I imitated him and Leyton began to groan himself, and his hips began to
hump up and down, driving his shaft into me, I found his cockhead trying to
stuff itself down my throat, I held on as best I could while he jabbed
down, then held it down there and began to worm it deeper with shifting of
his hips.

I found that if I just relaxed and let it inside me, I didn't gag on his
dong. Leyton began to hunch back and forth with his cock deep within me,
fucking my throat. That felt weird.

"Oh, God, oh, God!" Leyton moaned. "I gotta stop for a moment, gotta stop!"

I keened out my pain as he let go of my prick entirely. "Don't stop,
Leyton, please, please!" I begged shamelessly. "It just feels so good,
please don't stop."

"I got something better in mind for you." Leyton panted. "Oh, jeez, I want
to come so bad right now!"

I grabbed his cock and was about to shove it into my mouth again and Leyton
moaned, "No, no, don't suck it again. Well, just a little, get it real nice
and wet, okay? But don't suck on it hard, please, God, please!"

"Why not?"

"You'll see. Now you keep me good and wet and I'll get you good and wet."
He bent over me again and this time he pushed my legs upwards, using his
arms to hold them pressed up against my stomach. I couldn't see why he was
doing this, but I took his dick into my mouth, and just kind of softly
sucked on it (that made him moan some) and then his tongue came out again
and this time... "Oh, Jeezus!" I gasped.

Leyton was driving his tongue into my cornhole! Right into the sphincter,
jabbing it in until I nearly shit myself in pleasure. Oh, God, that felt so
good, the skin there is so sensitive but you don't notice that when you're
using it the way nature intended you to, you never notice that the nerves
there are so intense, so ready to be touched gently, so eager and so
neglected, with only coarse paper touching it instead of a loving, luscious
tongue. Now that it had it...it had awakened, come to life, it was yodeling
like a hill man full of joy juice!

I was stabbing my cock up at Leyton as he probed my ass, wanting so bad to
finish with him. That tingling in my stomach was gone, it had better places
to go now, it had pooled up in my cock and was begging me to set it free! I
hadn't felt like this before except in the dreams I had just before waking
up to a wet crotch. Everything was in Leyton's lips, on his tongue, it was
what I needed, what I wanted, what I craved, I had to have it again, had
to!

I sucked on Leyton's cock again, really sucking and Leyton moaned and
yanked it away from me. "Shit, I said not to do that!" he griped. "We still
got to get to the main event!"

He wriggled over to where he was at the foot of the bed, resting on his
knees in between my legs and his hands reached out to grasp my ankles, both
of them and he hiked them up high in the air, levered my buttocks up to his
groin in the process, and with my spit-slicked anus touched by his glans,
he shifted so that my knees were locked into the insides of his elbows, and
his cock stabbed at my butthole.

But he couldn't make it fit in. I was too new to it and the pain was too
great. Quick as a flash, he rolled me over and had me on my
hands-and-knees, and tried again. This time, he got the head of it in
before I groaned in pain and had to stop once more.

Leyton kept trying. Next he sat up on the bed and had me straddle him and
sit down on his lap like that, face to face, and that worked a little
better. Leyton grabbed me by my buttocks and stood up with me in his arms
like that and now the weight of my body slid his cock deeper into
me. "Yeah, that did it!" he panted, sweat beading his forehead and running
in small streaks down his cheeks. "You get used to that a bit and we'll try
you on the bed again."

"Okay." I grunted. "It doesn't hurt as much now as it did before."

"Good."

I thought of something, snickered. "Mom says you're lazy, Leyton. She said
that you wouldn't lift a finger to do anything."

"I know." Leyton didn't see it.

"I was just thinking, you're doing a whole lot here." I finished
triumphantly.

Leyton understood then, and snickered himself. "Yeah, well, I'll do
something if I got a good enough reason."

"You're downright energetic when you got a good reason." I said.

"Yeah. You're relaxed enough now, I think. Let me lay you down on the bed."
Leyton got me into much the same position as before, only this time my legs
were wrapped around his waist and he began to fuck me. I didn't know the
word then, but that's what he was doing, he was fucking me. And this, THIS,
had been what I was wanting when I looked at him. All that yearning in my
stomach, all that tingling in my cock, all it was, was Leyton.

I looked into that face, the blond-hair now sticky with sweat, the face now
softened with passion, the eyes mostly closed with desire, and it was all I
ever wanted. All I'd ever needed. My yearning, my needing, it was all here,
it was all Leyton.

I know now that we didn't take all that long, the two of us in our
lovemaking. But it was such a marvelous, magnificent, multi-colored
spectacular thing, that it seemed to go on so much longer than it did. I
came first, jerking and moaning and bleeding a little of my beginner's jizz
out onto Leyton's stomach as he humped me. Leyton felt it and he just
smiled at me benevolently and took it as his ticket to finish whenever he
wanted to, for he sped up, hunched at me for his own pleasure rather than
mine (kind of hard to explain that difference, but you know what I mean)
and in a moment or so, he drove his dong in deep into me, held it there,
and squirmed about and only his lascivious grunts and moans told me he was
squirting my bowels full of his spunk.

Done, he collapsed onto me, he was sticky with his sweat, exhausted with
his exertions, his lungs heaving as he fought to put air back into his
body.

"I think you done worked too hard, Leyton." I teased him.

"I think I did, too." Leyton said. "Next time, I'm going to lay on my back
while you do all the work."

And that's how he did it, too. It turned out that Leyton's family had lost
their farm and he'd been sent to stay with us so he didn't have to watch
them being thrown off their property. Paw agreed to take on Leyton as a
hired hand and put him to work. True to form, Leyton worked just enough to
keep them from driving him away and not one lick more. Of course, Maw and
Paw didn't pay him very much, I pointed out, you can't expect a man to work
hard if you don't pay him anything. They argued that they'd pay him better
when he worked better.

No matter, Leyton was here with me to stay. And when Maw finally caught him
in bed with me one time about a year later, all she had to say about it
afterwards was, "Well, I guess it figures. Leyton Langtry's so downright
lazy, he couldn't even leave our house to find himself a wife."

I had to admit that she was right!

				  THE END

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