Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 09:02:00 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "A Month with a Farmboy" by Jay Roberts,

Admonition: If you are under 18 you are trespassing which is a crime and
very bad for you.  Please leave for a few years and check back for an okay.


*Background* At the end of the 1800's and probably through to the 1930's it
was not unusual for New York City parents, in the summer to send one or
more of the kids away to a farm in upstate New York.  The City, without air
conditioning then, was stifling and unhealthy.  They felt that good air and
healthy food would be good for their kids.  The cost was small, compared to
today, about $35 for food and lodging.

My name is Cole.  I'm thirteen.  I'm on the New York Central RR on my way
to Roscoe, New York to spend a month at a dairy farm.  My mom and pop wrote
back and forth to Mr. And Mrs. Welcroft to arrange this.  I am dressed in
white duck pants and a gray woolen blazer, celluloid collar and tie
completed my outfit.  It was hot in the car and I was sweating right
through my clothes.

It took about two hours to make the trip the Conductor finally called out
something which I figured out to be Roscoe.  I grabbed my cardboard
suitcase, stuck my straw hat on my red hair and dragged my skinny, 5'7"
body out of the sticky leather seat and headed to the exit.  I could see
two people on the platform, a tall older man and beside him a kid about my
age, dressed in overalls, a battered straw hat on his hay-colored hair that
escaped and hung thickly over his ears and neck.  My hair was also long.  I
had copied the cowboy stars from the ten-cent movies.

"You must be Cole.  I'm Mr. Welcroft and this here is my son TJ.  You two
get to know each other as TJ has been bustin' for you to come."

TJ face was broken in half by the wide smile, his eyes crinkled to nothing.
"I know we're going to git on great, I can tell.  You sure are dressed
fine."  He looked down at his faded overalls just barely covering his body.
I could see right down the sides to his white backside, the rest was dark
brown from the sun and smooth and shiny.

Mr. Welcroft told TJ to grab my case and let's get going to the truck.  TJ
had the case in one hand and his other arm was around my waist.  He sure
was glad to have a friend.

We piled into the old model T converted to a truck.  We sat in the back
together and TJ smiled at me all the way.  "You sure have a deep voice for
a youngin'."  He said, "Means you must be manly in certain places," and he
laughed with glee.  I was to hear his laughing and giggling a lot.

His voice, on the other hand, was thick and mellow, like honey.  It wasn't
high and it wasn't low but it sure was soothing.

The farmhouse was a little rundown.  I hoped my pop hasn't been snookered
by the Welcrofts, but when I entered to kitchen and saw Mrs.Welcroft baking
pies, I changed my mind.  She was a big woman and had the same sweet smile
same as TJ.  "My you sure are a handsome lad.  All that red hair! The girls
are goin' go ga-ga over it.  She grabbed me and hugged me close to her
pillowy chest."  These Welcrofts sure are huggers.

"Now you get upstairs and TJ will fill a basin for you to wash and cool
off.  Do you have farm clothes to change into.  We don't want to ruin yer
good clothes."

I told her that I only had another pair of pants and a shirt.  "No trouble,
boy, you're almost a big as Andy, my older son.  You can borrow his extra
overalls."

TJ followed me upstairs so close that he almost tripped me.  He showed me
to the room under the eaves that we would share.  It must have been 150
degrees under the roof here.  "Andy sleeps in a loft in the barn," TJ told
me.

He got a basin from the pump and placed it on the oak dresser.  "Ain't you
goin' to strip off to wash.  You goim' pee?  If'n you are, can I watch?"

I began to see that as fine looking as he was, that TJ was not more than a
ten watt bulb.

As I began to undress, he sat on the bed, his legs drawn up and his hands
clasped around them as if he was a spectator at a show.  If it was anyone
other than this cute, slow-witted boy, I would be too embarrassed to strip.
I took off my jacket. He jumped up and put it on a hanger in the wardrobe.
Then came my shirt and U slid down the top of my union suit to my waist.
He opened his bright blue eyes in wonder at my bare chest.  "You got a fine
chest.  Can I rub it.  I a good judge of animal flesh Pa says."

I was amused at this.  "Okay TJ, you can judge it."  I wasn't quite
prepared for his checking out my chest.  He probed and rubbed it gently.  I
was beginning to get an erection. "I guess that's enough," I said hoarsely,
then cleared my throat.

Next came my heavy black shoes.  TJ opined, "We go naked feet here."  My
socks came next.  He was fascinated with my feet.  "They're so smooth and
white, like never used.  Fact is, your whole body is so white and smooth,
sorta like a girl's.  Pretty soon you'll get brown like me."

When I was dressed only in the bottom of my union suit, he handed me a
cloth and soap.  I quickly wiped my self and dried on a little towel
sitting there.

The Bibbs were on the bed.  "You hafta take off yur drawers.  Yu wear the
overalls over yur skin here."

That was it.  I slipped off my underwear and stood there naked.  His eyes
shone.  "Yur very nice.  Yur rump is so smooth and shaped so nice."

"No," I cut him off, "You can't touch it."

"No that's too bold....fur now," he said and rolled around laughing.

"Where's the toilet?"

"Ain't got one up here. Do you hafta pee or shit?"

"Pee."

He handed me a tin enameled pot.  "Just hold it under yer piece and let it
fly.  I'll empty it afta."

He stared at me as I let my penis rest over the rim.  I was proud of it.
It was larger than that of most of the boy's at school.  I think he was
impressed as he began to rub the crotch of his overalls.  This made my
penis fill out a bit, from the attention, I guess.  Cole stared hard at my
penis.  "Yu got a girl you poke, Cole.  Andy has the widow he does it with.
He's 18, she's old, about 25.  Her husband died when his truck went over a
cliff.  He was drunk, I think.  Sometimes Andy comes home from bein' with
the widow and she dint let him poke her.  He's in a bad state, his weenie
is all hard and aching.  He comes up here and says 'TJ, you know what to
do.'  Yu see I do the milking here and my hands are just perfect with
taking care of a hurtin' weenie.  You remember that if'n you're that way.
As for me, I do it fer myself.....a lot."

Boy oh boy, this was a long speech.  He seemed out of breath by the end of
it.  I put on the overalls, left my feet bare and we both headed downstairs
for supper.  Mr. Welcroft waited until we were seated and asked that we
hold hands and he said a prayer.  We didn't do that in our house.  My dad
was a socialist.

I whispered to TJ, "Where's your brother, Andy?"

Mrs. Welcroft heard me.  "He's up to no good, visiting that hussy woman.
You'll meet him probly in the mornin'.  Now eat yur vitals and there is pie
coming for boys who finish their food."

The food was good, roast chicken and potatos.  The pie was outstanding.  I
was so filled I staggered when I left the table.  I stood up and thanked
Mrs. Welcroft for the fine dinner.  "He's real polite.  TJ, you might learn
from him."

TJ patted my back.  "We're goin' learn from each other."  Then turning to
me, he said, "There's about another two hours of light.  Yu want to go down
to the swimin' hole?"

I shrugged and followed him.  It was only a short walk along a treed path
and there was the swimming pond.  It was real nice, maybe an acre in size,
looked clean and clear.  As I was looking it over, I realized that TJ had
already shuck his Bibbs and was standing on the edge of the water naked.
He had an excellent body, pretty muscular and his stomach was tight with
ridges of muscles.  His long penis hung between his legs, just beyond the
heavy ball sack.  Unselfconsciously he scratched his balls and shook his
penis that may have got scrunched up in his clothes.

He looked back and grinned at me as he dove cleanly into the water.  I
quickly dropped my overalls, they sure were convenient for getting
undressed fast.  I followed him and also made a swan dive to show off.  He
was treading water and somehow clapped his hands in appreciation.  We swim
around and splashed each other and wrestled a bit in the water.  It felt
nice to feel his strong slim body as wiggled to get out of my holds.
Finally we were both out of breath and we climbed out and lay on our backs
on the soft grass on the pond's edge.

We didn't say anything.  The still warm sun dried our bodies.  TJ was up on
his elbows.  "Your weeny is better than Andy's."

"What you mean""

"His is all veiny and the sack is purple in color."  He laughed
hysterically.  "But when I give him my milkin' hand for awhile, he gets
plum crazy, heavin' around until he begins to spurt.  He spurts enough milk
to fill a pint jar."  Then he went into a fit of giggles.

"Does he ever do anything to you.  You know, does he ever stroke your
dick?"

"Naw, he says that would be queer.  Hey Cole, yu know your dick, see I
learned a new word fur it, it's hard and layin' crost your belly.  Yu want
me to show how my milin' hand works?"

I must have been nuts to encourage him but his talk about his brother had
gotten me really hot.  I said he could do it, but not too much.  He laughed
happily and brought his young brown farm boy hand on my cock.  He was so
gentle.  It almost went nuts.  Stroke, stroke stroke, but not hard and
fast, sort of lovingly.  Pretty soon I was breathing like a locomotive and
moaning a bit.  "Good," TJ said, "That sound is same as Andy's.  It means
I'm doing good.  You like it?"

"Oh yeah.  Don't stop.  I think I'm going to..to.."  Suddenly streams of
cum shot out coating my chest and TJ's hand.

"Fine milkin'.  You did real good.  Yu feel nice like Andy does afterward.
I guess you wanta sleep."

I was relaxed but not sleepy.  I felt like a shit taking advantage of the
slow boy.  "TJ, your dick is jumping and shaking.  I think you need a
milking too."  I reached over and took his cock in my hand.  He jumped and
began to sit up.  I pushed him down and kept up the steady stroke.  He was
chanting ooh, ooh, ooh, and his body was shaking with pleasure.

"Oh Cole, I think I'm goin' spew, you better git outa the way."

And spew he did.  It shot over his head, then the next one feel right on
his check, next on his chest and then three more of lesser strength.  When
it was over, he lay there, nearly passed out.  I looked at his pink
beautifully shaped lips.  "Do you want me to kiss you?"  I asked.

He mumbled "No way, don't, we can only kiss girls."

We both recovered and TJ was back to his playful energy.  Farmers go to bed
early as they have to get started by five in the morning.  The two of us
cleaned up and left our overalls on the chair and tumbled into bed.  I was
asleep immediately, this had been quite a day.  Just before a slipped off
into sleep, I felt TJ settle his head on my shoulder and he put an arm
around me.  I smiled and that was the last I remembered until morning.

I awoke to glaring sunshine coming through the dusty attic windows.  TJ was
gone.  I became aware that someone else was in the room and lifted up on my
elbow.  There was a gorgeous young guy at the foot of the bed his coal
black hair was cut into a Caesar with curly bangs hanging over his black
snapping eyes that were topped with heavy eyebrows.  His sexy mouth was
drawn back in a supercilious smile exposing his perfect white teeth.  He
spoke in a deep crackly voice.  "You are really a sleeping beauty.....a
Sheik.  An' your cock is big for a thirteen year old.  Shit, bigger than
mine. "  He was nearly naked.  He clutched a small towel around his lower
trunk exposing his bellow down to the top of his black curl pubic hair.

"I know from TJ that you two are having little thirteen-year old playtime.
That's okay but you gotta know that my lil' brother is crazy in love with
me, talks about you all the time.  Now that puts a responsibility on you.
You can do your kid stuff, but no blow jobs or ass stuff.  That you can
leave to me."  He laughed just like TJ but very deep, of course.

"You mean you and TJ suck and fuck?"

He came over closer and cuffed me gently on the chin. "No pretty boy, I
never do that with my brother, I mean if'n you hanker for it, come down to
the barn loft."

He came real close.  "Cole boy, I see you are lookin' toward my boy-bat.
Yur mouth is waterin' and you just licked yer lips.  I don't mind if I have
a quick mornin' suck. TJ is milking twelve cows and Pa and Ma are in town
getting' feed and stuff."

He took the towel off and his penis was hard and pointing at me.  I was
getting dizzy and that meant I wouldn't be able to think straight.  He
petted my mouth and stuck a finger inside.  I don't know what came over me
but I began to suck it hard.  I realized he was laughing with amusement.
"That's a good doggie.  Now here is the real finger."

He put his wet cock head against my lips and I opened up and began licking
and sucking it wildly.  I was totally inexperienced in this sort of thing
but Andy seemed to bring a new side out.  Pretty soon he was starting to
move in and out of my mouth and gradually coaxing his cock deeper into my
throat.  "Yesss, that's the way.  You do better than the widow.  Oh, Oh, I
am going down you with my milk.  You want it in your mouth?"

I don't know why, but I nodded with his cock deep in my mouth and he began
fucking motions finally freezing and pouring thick eighteen-year old spunk
into me.  When he was finished, he refastened his towel, patted me on the
head.  "Yu did good, you should be proud of yerself."

I lay there, horny and hard.  What a bastard, leaving me like this.  I got
dressed by slipping on my coveralls and peeked into the kitchen.  There was
bread next to the toaster and coffee on the stove.  I helped myself and
then headed out to the milking barn.  I found JT on a stool, pulling away
at bossie's teats.  As soon as he saw me he smiled happily.  "I missed you.
I let you sleep because you looked so cute laying there.  You sure have
long red eyelashes.  I bet if you keep blinking they could keep you cool."

I came over closer to him.  He sort of rubbed his check against the leg of
my Bibb's.  He sure was a loving kid.  He started feeling my fly area and
soon I was hard.  He never stopped his milking with one hand.  He looked up
at me, his eyes wide and pleading.  "How about you get in line with the
cows and I'll milk you too."  I couldn't resist this crazy idea.  I let my
overalls slip down to my ankles and got on my elbows and knees, my penis
dangling like a teat under me.  I felt partly stupid and partly consumed
with passion.  He finished with the cow he had been milking and made a
delicious game out of it.  He patted me on the rump.  "Okay sweetheart,
stay calm. JT gonna make you feel better and drain that milk from you."
His hands were slippery from an oil he used and he began sliding along my
dick from the top to the bottom and then back again and again.  I had never
been stimulated in this fashion and it was madly exciting.  I was crooning
and vibrating.  "Yes, yes, you know ol' JT's here to help you.  Feel good."

We both knew it was going to happen.  I began thrusting back and forth,
trying to get more sensation from the strong farm boy hand.  Then I let out
a howl.  "Say moo," JT said in my ear.  I was so carried away I did it.
Moo, Moo, moo, loudly.  My seed splashed down on the barn floor.

I stood up, "JT that was fabulous, but I think we've done too much of this
stuff the first two days.  But then, what about you?  You must be hard and
hurting."

"No Cole boy, as I was milking you, just as you came, I did too.  That's
because I really like you and you are a treasured friend."

We did lay off the sex for the next week although sweet JT snuggled into my
body at might.  I know he was hard but he never complained.  I sure kept
hard all night with his smooth warm body against mine.  Once I was overcome
with tenderness toward the poor, dumb boy and leaned down and kissed his
damp hair.  He murmured in pleasure but did not acknowledge this act that
he would consider queer.

Things remained quiet.  I didn't see much of Andy, just passing him on the
way somewhere on the farm.  He would just nod.  Once though, he snuck up
and whispered to me, "The loft in the barn, remember."

On the following day the Welcrofts told me that they were taking JP to the
county seat for his annual testing.  They said, when he was out of the room
that his brain is tested to see if he is making any progress.  "I will tell
you," said his mother, "That he has never been happier since you are here
with him.  I feel bad that the month will be over so soon.  I would have
you stay longer free ceptin' there is another boy coming when you leave."

It strange to be in the bed in the attic all alone.  I was lonely and
missed TJ's warm smooth body burrowing into mine while he slept. I also
missed his cheery personality.  I woke up and looked at my radium dial
watch I got for my last birthday.  My Dad had warned me that the radium
could be dangerous and that I must never take off the glass crystal.  It
was only eleven o'clock.  I tossed around some, and I considered
masturbating to help me get to sleep, but somehow it seemed pale in
comparison to the excitement that TJ and Andy had introduced to me.  Ah,
Andy.  He said to come and see him if I wanted sex.  I jumped up, wrapped a
towel around me and padded over the smooth packed dirt to the barn.  There
was a light on in the loft.  He must still be awake.  I entered quietly.
There was a funny smell.  Suddenly I recognized it and guess what it was.
Some of the Negro street entertainers make cigarettes out of this weed and
it is supposed to make you kinda drunk and horny.  "Iszat you?" a deep
boyish voice called out.  "I knew as if you would come.  I called to you
magically."

He sounded drunk to me.  When I got to the top of the ladder, there he was,
beer bottles around him and he was smoking one of those weed cigarettes.
Later I found out that it grew wild around here and some of the high school
kids were trying it out.  He was naked, his somewhat hairy long legs
propped up on his dresser.  He looked funny.  His eyes were red and he had
a silly expression on his face.  He slurred his words when he talked.  But
he was as hot looking as ever and now that he was under the drug, I felt
superior to him.

"You look swell tonight Andy.  You feeling sexy?  Would you like to help
out a young kid who's about to go nuts he is so hard up?"

"Well, that sound inerestin'.  Let's see it.  Oh yes, it's big and hard.
I'd be willin' to stroke you off but no mouth stuff."

"That'll be nice.  Are you as good as TJ?"

"No ones as good.  But I can try.  Come over."

He pulled my towel off.  I was really stiff and sticking out.  He gasped
and took a deep breath.  "It is surely a fine example of a male organ."  He
took his index finger and ran it along the bottom surface.  I let out a
long sign and he noticed that the head reached out of the foreskin all wet
and shiny.  He touched the head, stroked the piss slit.  I was beginning to
get dizzy and he hadn't even started.  "Do you come quick?  Cause I need
you to warn me so as not to get my bedclothes wet with your spooge.?

"If you keep this up, I'll come in one minute, or less.  Get on to the main
event." I loved giving him orders.  It worked only began he was half out of
it with the stuff he was drinking and smoking.

He took his big hand, wrapped his warm fingers around my shaft and began a
slow soft stroke.  He hardly gripped it.  I was going crazy.  "Hey you big
lummox, grab tighter, stroke faster before I die from frustration."

He didn't get mad which surprised me but he really got to work.  He stroked
fast, then slow, then hard, then slow.  He paid lots of attention to the
spot below the head.  I felt in charge.  He was working for me.  "Stroke my
balls!  Tickle underneath."  He did just what I asked and that whole
submissive attitude was rushing me toward a monster cum.  Then he did
something which really spin me out among the stars: he leaned down and blew
on the head, then he spit on it.  His hand now slid quickly and brought
that feeling to me.  My thighs began to lock and I called out in agonizing
pleasure.  He didn't jump away.  He knew I was going to cum, he cupped his
hand and caught the heavy spurts of cum that spewed from my cock.

He got up, wiped his hands on a towel and fell back on the bed. "I can
hardly keep my eyes open.  Go back to your room.  Next time, let me fuck
you."

Gosh.  That was a scary idea.

Again, TJ and I entered a dry period.  I got into the farm chores and it
really felt good to use my muscles.  I got nice and brown and I could see
some development on my chest and belly.  TJ admired it extravagantly.  One
effect of our staying away from sex play is that both of us had wet dreams
several times a week and since we slept so close, my stuff got on him and
his stuff got on me sometimes. It just made us laugh.

The weeks flew by, now there was only four days left before I would get
into my city clothes and taken to the little train station ten miles away.
I could see that TJ was often sad looking.  "Don't know how I can live my
life without you here Coley."  Coley is the name he had fallen into using.
I told him that he had gotten along before I came and maybe the new visitor
will be more fun than me.  He told me no no, he'll probably not know how to
play like we do.  I signed and let it all drop.

But one consequence of our not having sex play was that I had built up a
real head of steam.  Lying in bed at night, listening to TJ's sweet
breathing, I would find my mind going back to Andy's words: 'Next time, let
me fuck you."  I had never had that kind of sex, but I was finding that my
mind kept going back to it.  Twice I wet my finger and put it up my bung
hole and it really felt sexy.  I tried to put Andy's fine body out of my
mind, but one night I just couldn't resist.  I disengaged myself from the
sleeping TJ and slipped out of the bed naked and padded my way quietly
downstairs and across the grass toward the barn.  It was about eleven
o'clock.  There was a faint light coming from the loft.  As I snuck up the
ladder and my head cleared the bulkhead, I could see that he was reading
using the light from a tiny reading lamp beside his cot.  He looked up and
saw me and smiled with satisfaction.  "I new your ass would lead you here.
Yur asshole is itching isn't it?  It's begging for you to be fucked, and
I'm the guy who can teach you farming by plowing you."  He laughed for what
I thought was too long.

I hadn't spoken to him.  I was already a little dizzy in anticipation.  My
asshole was more than itching; it was pulsing.  He got off the bed and put
his arms around me and put his warm full lips against mine.  I was really
surprised as I was sure he had never kissed a guy.  He drew back and then
kept little kisses searing my lips until I almost fell over in excitement.
He held me tight and than positioned my body so that I was kneeling on the
bed, my ass in the air, my head on my arms.

"Oh my, yur ass!  It could be in a museum it is so swell.  And yur little
lips are goin' in an' out, awaiting fer my hot flesh bat.  Hold on, let me
put a little butter on it."

I was huffing and puffing in fear and also anticipation.  I felt the head
of his penis touching the mouth of my ass.  He left it there, waiting.  I
moved backward, causing the head to enter.  He laughed.  "That's it city
boy, you really want this don't you?  I'm not going to go in.  I'll let you
run the show."

I hung in panting limbo for awhile, then expelling my held breath I moved
back again and his cock entered halfway.  He still hadn't moved himself.  I
could feel the head laying against something inside of me and it made me
moan in pleasure.  "I'm right against your love bump, boy.  You ready to
get fucked?"

I spoke for the first time since I entered the room.  "Yessss, do it!"

He began a slow in and out motion that had both of us breathing rasps.
Suddenly he said, "TJ, what you doing here?  Git back to yur room.  This is
sompin' tween our guest and me.  I jis want to make him remember the
Welcroft farm."

TJ came around in front of me.  I lifted my head.  I was a little ashamed
that he would see me having sex with his brother when I had effectively
denied it to him.  He was naked.  His cock was pulsing and stiff in front
of him, his eyes looked wild and he was breathing heavily.  He choked out,
"Andy, I want to play with you two.  What should I do?"

Andy let out a sign of resignation.  "Okay, but ifin you ever tell the
elders about this, I'll kill you dead.  Now put your cock against his lips
and he'll do the rest.  I guess it's about time you got promoted from kid's
stuff."

TJ came around in front.  He put his sweet cock against my lips and stroked
my check and I moved a bit forward and drew him inside.  He let out a loud
gasp as he felt my tongue against the bottom side.  I put on hand around on
his ass and drew him closer.  He was now almost completely in my throat and
I could smell his delicious sleep odor caught in the hair above his cock.
I began to lick around the head and move.  Pretty soon he found a rhythm
and was fucking my mouth.  Now Andy, assured that his little brother was
happily occupied renewed his fucking, now more vigorously.  I was propelled
into orbit, my mind closed down and only feeling assailed me.

After about ten minutes of the Welcroft boys assaulting me at both ends,
Andy let out a howl and fell over my back as he shot out hot cum into my
insides.  I felt my own orgasm coming at me like a rocket and I stiffened
up then began pulsing stream after stream of city boy milk onto the cot
below.  TJ began to shake.  "Oh, oh, Coley, Andy, I'm goin' have a good
one, I........."  His cock began to unload in my mouth and I slurped it all
up.

The three of us fell on the little cot, entwined and breathing heavy.
"That was fuckin' great!"  Called Andy.  TJ kept kissing my face, and
thanking me.

The day I left Andy gave me a hug......a manly one and TJ cried.  I
promised to write him and said that maybe he could come down to New York
City and visit me.  He did but that's another story, as is his telling me
about the boy who came after I left.

End