Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 16:43:26 -0500
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: mountain stream

It was the summer of '99 when my dad lost his job at the Hannson Brothers
Brewery.  It was a family institution in our north east city for the past
hundred years.  That is until it was bought, divided, had it's assets spun
off into other businesses and then the shell was sold.

The one bright light was that the new owners had noticed my dad's work
record and offered him "The Chance of a Life Time".  They had recently
purchased another brewery nestled in the Ozarks in a forgotten place called
Cleitus.  It was north of ass-scratch and south of you-got-a-pretty-face.
You had to go around your elbow and back fifty years to get there.
We were warned that a few people there did not have indoor plumbing and not
to buy new cloths until we arrived and got a good look at the fashion.  The
"fashion" as it were, was Brogan boots and bibed overalls.  I was going to
hate it.

Upon arrival we found a modest five room house that we could easily afford
near the cross roads and I got my first pair of bibs ever.  I refused to
wear boots.  It was the dog days of august and even here in the mountains it
I was sweating like Boy George eating a corn dog.

I wanted to get to know the town so I ventured out in my tie dye tee shirt,
bibs. And retro black converse.  Most everyone seemed friendly.  At a rustic
store called "The Cracker Barrel" the man behind the post office bars to the
left of the fishing bait asked, "You the Utz kid?"

I nodded, brushed my brown hair out of my eyes and waited for the next
question.  He said, "Your daddy 'supposed to turn our distillery around.
Think he can do it?"

I baulked at the words.  "Is a distillery the same as a brewery?"
He laughed and said "yes."

I offered him a hand shake and he reached through the bars to accepted.
"I'm Jake Utz and my dad can do anything with a brewery he has a mind to
do."

I dug a Mountain Dew out of the tin floor cooler and put a dolor on the
counter.  The man pushed it back to me and said, "This ones on the house.
You take it out back and meet my son.  He's the other boy in town."
I tuned the phrase around, "other boy" and made my way out back.

There working hard on a home made toy air plane was a young blond haired
bare-chested boy in nothing but bibed overalls.  As he turned I noticed that
the two buttons on his side were not buttoned and a slice of his naked hip
caught my eye.  He could not be wearing anything under them.
I approached and offered, "HI".

He jumped up excitedly and started scurrying about in no particular
direction, "You're here.  Your really here.  They said you'd come but I just
didn't know.  But you're here."

I was a little put off and sure he had me confused with someone else.  I
stuck out my tan sixteen year old hand and he grabbed it with his scared and
callused eleven year old hand.  I said, "I'm Jake Utz."

He pulled me to his plane and said, "Aw heck!  I knew-ed who you was.  Jake
Ashton Utz.  I'm Skeeter.  Your the new brew master's kid.  You get good
grades and have a mud looking birth mark on my left side that looks like a
third titty. You like video games and dirt bikes.  I got a mini bike.  You
want to see?"

I don't think he had taken a breath in the last few minutes.  I noticed that
he was still holding my hand and looked at it wanting it back.  I got it
after a few more seconds.  He said, I haven't had anyone to play  with in
forever and now you.  Lets do something.  Lets go hiking up Harking Hill or
get on our bikes and find a new trail.  We could go look for tadpoles at the
swimming hole.  What do you say?"

I heard the word "swimming" and just could not resist.  The kid was
obviously a spaz but he knew about a swimming hole.  "How about we go get
some trunks and go swimming."

The boy kicked the dirt with his bare feet and said, "I can't."

I asked why.  "I got no trunks.  Never needed any.  Aint no one going to see
us 'sept us.  We anit got the money you got and we don't buy no cloths we
can't use all  the time.  Maybe we cold do something else."

I had forgotten about him not having on underwear and offered that we just
go ahead on to the swimming hole and have some fun. We went past the only
two roads in town and a whistle sounded loud.  We got just past the last
house and a train of blackened men with vacant eyes and vapid faces fell out
a cave only twenty yards away.  In the line of men were a few, maybe three,
that looked my age.  I asked Skeeter, "Aren't those boys?"

He answered, "They used to be boys.  They got to be men the day they droped
out of the seventh grade and went to work for the mine.  They'll go home now
and clean up and do some chores then eat and go to bed.  Then when they
wakes up they comes back here and commences to dig.  They dig twelve hours a
day six days a week."
"Can't we play with them on the seventh day?"

"Naw. That's church day.  You don't do no playen' on church day."

We continued down the road and I looked back from time to time to see the
boys.  Twice I saw them looking back at me.  I waved but all they could
manage was a nod.  In a few more turns we darted off into the woods and then
to a bridge.  We settled under the bridge and the air was just about cool.
The shade of the road above and the shallow stream beneath was so inviting.
I sat do untied my shoes and looked up.  Skeeter was striped naked and
standing in front of me in the sand bar of the creek.

I had spent one season on the swim teem at school but I drooped out because
of everyone standing around naked, popping each other with towels, and
playing gab ass like it was normal.  The day the seniors guarded the tunnel
going out to the pool for a competition was the last straw.  They had each
of us stand there while they rubbed our dicks through our speed suits until
we were hard.  Then once erect we had to walk out to compete without
covering up out bone.  The coach was pissed but laughed after it was all
over.  So I quit.

I just never had a lot of experience with nakedness.  Not with my family or
friends.  Sleeping in under shorts at a sleep over a few times was it.  I
slowly  undresses and Skeeter waded out to the middle.  He sat in the water
and it just covered his butt crack.  I finally got to my light blue boxers
with the snowboarders on them and he said, "You funny?"

I paused with my toes just at the edge of the cool stream, "Funny?  Like
what?"

"Your not naked.  You got a thing for guys?"

"No!  Fuck No!  Why?"

"Just I learned from older guys that if a guy wont swim naked it means that
he's covering up his bone.  And if-en he has a bone because he likes guys
private parts.  So if your funny like that it's no big deal.  I just wanted
to know."

"No.  I just never...I was wondering if anyone might see us under here?"

"Big deal if-en they would.  We aint got nothing nature didn't give all of
them."  And he turned to play with something in the  water.

I decided to go ahead and strip.  I lay my boxers on the bibs and stepped
out to the eleven year old.  He looked up and saw my body.  With out
hesitation he gruffly handled my dick and balls and said, "nice privates
Jake.  You got nothing to be 'shamed of." Then he let go and handed me a
white rock.

We looked for other pretty rocks and found a salamander we played with until
it got so tired it just pretended to be dead.  Two blue tailed lizards were
playing on the bank and Skeeter got them and brought them to me.  He held
one by the back of the jaw and it opened it's mouth.  He moved the mouth to
the philtrem of his nose and let it clamp down like a nose ring on a bull.
He gently swung his head from side to side to le the lizard dance in the
air.  I tried to do the same but I just could not get the mouth opened.  He
helped and attached it to my ear and then he put his on my other ear.

We continued this game for awhile.  Eventually I got he hang of where to
grab them to force their  mounts open and we were taking turns hanging the
things on each others body.  I hung them off his arm pit.  He hung one off
my thumb.  I hung one off his lower lip and hung one off my nipple.  Then it
happened.  I had this feeling it would.  He knelt down and hung one off my
foreskin.  He did not have a foreskin so I hung it off the wrinkles near his
ball sack.  Then something unexpected happened.  The slight pain of the
clamp got us both hard.

I was rather impressed.  This eleven year old had a bone a big as mine.  At
sixteen I had a nice package of  nearly six inches and I had yet to have any
huge growth spurts so I figured I was in for a good seven inches or more
before I
was done.  Here was a lad with almost no pubic hair and grape sized balls
and his
erection was as big as mine.

I remembered how he had handled my package when we first got in the water
and how normal it felt so I decided to take the risk and do the same to him.
I reached down and took off the lizard and with the other hand fondled his
dick head, his shaft and then his balls and said, "Nice private. You got
nothing to be ashamed of either."  I felt him for a few seconds more then
let
loose.  He immediately responded  by putting my hand back on him and said,
"do that some more." I did.

He shut his eyes and began cooing.  I knew this horn ball was going to cum
before the day was over and figured I might as well get some too.  I said,
"Let's get rid of the lizards."  We waded to the shore and let then loose in
the stones. He put his hand on my erection and wanted to know if I wanted to
get some sun.  I shrugged my shoulders and he walked about fifteen feet to
the sand bar just to the right of the bridge and lay down with his erection
pointing to his navel.  I lay beside him and he again placed my hand on his
dick.  I put his hand on mine and he replied, "Let me do you after I make
seeds."

I had never heard such a term but I knew what he meant.  I gently and slowly
pumped his pink six inches over and over again.  His pubs looked white in
the sun and his pink nipples were rising and falling with every huff of air.
His head was digging into the sand and he began scrunching up his nose and
clenching his toes.  I had never seen anyone besides me have an orgasm.  It
was so hot.  I wanted to experience every second of it.  I moved my eyes
over his entire body and found my self resting my face against his lower
chest so I cold see his load as it was delivered.  I had a while to wait.
But it was worth it.  He shot within a fraction of an inch of my lips.  It
was hot clear and rather small but it was sperm.  I wanted to stick out my
tongue to taste it but figured it might mess things up.

I sat back and looked at my new friend naked and fighting for air.  He
licked his lips and ran his hands over his tits and to his wet cock.  He
closed his eyes and played with the clear deposit on his stomach then just
relaxed in the baking hot sun.  He was sweating like Michel Jackson at a Boy
Scout Jamboree.

He looked up at me and asked if I was done looking.  I felt like I had been
caught doing something wrong so I just lay down.  He was still breathing
shallow but had gotten the wind to pump me.  He said, "This kind of stuff is
better between friends if you do two things.  One is that you use some sort
of lub, like spit or oil and the other is if you don't ever tell anyone what
you did..  I gave
a muffled laugh and agreed.

He sat Indian style against my hip and examine my naked body like he had
just seen it for the first time.  I felt the gentle cool breeze lick across
my flesh and marveled at how wonderful it felt to be naked outside in the
sun.  He fixed his eyes on my oval birth mark that sat on my chest like a
designer mark on a pull over shirt..  He felt it then traced it.  Then he
bent his face to my tit and licked it.  While he was their he licked my
nipple and sucked it for nearly three minutes. It felt good but I was
wondering how much longer it would be before I would get my rocks off.

He moved his attention to my birth mark again and began feeling my square
chest and torso.  He said, "you got muscle-man titties.  You lift weights?
The boys in the mine get these kind of titties after a few months. I like
the way your tummy makes these ridges too."  He felt my developing abbs and
though my six pack was faint when I was standing it looked more defined here
laying in the sun.  He found my happy trail and brushed the thin wisp of
hair slowly to my pubes.  "I hope I get to have one of these soon.  I think
the girls would like it."

I asked, "Do you like it?"

He blushed and tucked his fingers into my curly bush.

He shamelessly fondled my foreskin, but only for a few seconds. He then went
to my legs and opened my thighs.  He asked, "You got so much hair on your
private but none inside your leg.  Why?"

I said, "Every guy looks different down their.  Hair patterns is just part
of it."

He seemed to take that OK but then said, "all the other boys here got hair
inside their legs, but they have hair inside their butt holes too.  You got
hair there?"

.I said, "Not that I know of, but I don't think I looked there much."  He
offered to look for me so I lifted my legs to my ears and he felt my hole
and the surrounding flesh.  Even with the sun bating on my open crack I
could feel my own body heat escaping out of my hole. And his fingers made my
skin so delightedly pleased.  I was wiling to just have him feel my hole the
rest of the day.  I had never had another person look inside me let alone
feel inside me.  But this was exciting.

He let go of my hole and legs and I relaxed in the warm sand.  He smelled
his fingers and then pushed his blond hair behind his ears.  He looked
intently at my erection and moved in closer while adjusting his own member.

He licked his palm and then did something I never expected.  He put my dick
in his mouth.  It was there.  A set of pink lips down around my electrified
shaft and his tongue on the side of my pole.  This was a first for me. He
and deposited a huge amount of his saliva on my ragging pride.  He then put
the two spit covered skins together and pumped.  His callous hand gave a
quite different feel than my own soft palm.  He stopped a few times when he
could feel I was drying off and did the same thing again.  His hand was so
rough that it didn't take long to cream.

He sat crossed legged beside my hip and pumped like a car piston and let me
lay there and enjoy.  I knew I was building when he went down to wet me
again.  He pulled his pink lips away quickly and said, That was your flush
fluid.  Your going to blow right now, and he pumped in over-drive.  I shot
hard and long.  One rope of sperm landed on my neck.  Another landed on my
chest.  A third hit Skeeter in the face and two more we shared between his
hand and my dick.


I bucked and moaned at the flood of orgasm and then shook.  I clinched my
sucked nipple in one palm and placed the other near my pubes.  I laughed
softly in the moment of pleasure and then whispered a word.  "Thanks."

I lay their in ecstasy wondering how many other guys he had done like this
and who taught him these tricks.  Without warning he said we should rinse
of. So we did.  He never talked about him feeling me up, or the hand job.
We just started moving larger rocks to make the water churn white around
them.

This was a  great diversion from the heat.  And being naked for so long was
nice too.  At one point we found two rocks we used like pillows and lay with
our legs up stream.  The flow of water lapped at our feet, legs and crotch.
I mentioned that this could get a guy hard too. Without warning he clutched
my limp prick in his fist and asked, "Should we make seeds again before we
have to go home?"

I moved my hand to his quickly rising pride and said we should.  He sat back
up and started pumping me until I got all the way hard.  Then he lowered his
face to my crotch and began sucking my head as he stroked my shaft.  Such
pleasure!  Such emotion!  I wanted nothing more than to have all of my body
in his warm wet stimulating mouth.  He ran laps around my gland and probed
my pee hole.  He pushed my foreskin from the tip to the base and then he
introduced me to a new feeling.  He took his free hand and moved my balls
upward.  I felt of my dick and found my balls were mostly in a hard sack of
skin and trying to retreat up my pole.  But he managed to find my cock root
hidden under my sack and began stroking it with his finger tips in rhythm to
his right hand strokes.  That was in time with his sucking and I was
beginning to make loud high pitched sounds that made my voice crack.

The cold water lapped at my butt hole so I opened my legs as wide as I
could.  I
played with my own tits and rolled my head from side to side.  The smell of
clean mountain water and loamy earth filled my head. As I got to the point
of no return I patted Skeeter on the head and told him that I was about to
cum.  He never flinched.  He continued to suck and pump.  I unloaded in a
cascade of  hormones.  I shook and gasped.

I could feel a tear develop in the corner of my eye and the extreme pleasure
was overtaking my emotions.  I felt like nine volt batteries were touching
every inch of my skin and my insides were raw with over stimulation.  I dug
my heals into the pebbles on the stream floor and moved my head off the rock
pillow.  My head was now almost all the way in the stream and I was still
cumming.  I reached his blond head and held it in place and humped his mouth
like my next breath depended on it.  I could hear him gag but it didn't seem
to matter.  I fucked his innocent face until I felt the cum getting on
the starting blocks of my dick head.

Once it was obvious I had finished Skeeter opened his mouth and let my
sperm, mixed with his saliva, fall back onto my dick.  He flushed my body
with the cool water and then said we needed to get gone before supper.
"Look, you come on back to the house before bed time and I'll make sure I
got some oil in my fort.  We can make seeds in each other butts.  How would
that be."

I smiled and asked, "So, are you funny or What?" then I kissed him on the
lips.

"Hey, what did you do that for?"

I stammered a bit then said, I was just trying to find out how funny you
were."

He wiped his mouth and said, "Not that funny.  Now lets go before I get a
licken'"

I was still in sex mode and responded, "I could give you a licken' tonight
that you might want." And patted him on his bare ass.

On our way back to the road he offered these style changes.  "You might not
want to were undershorts in the summer.  Them's for the winter. And if you
aint got brogans maybe you should go bear footed.  What do you think?"

I answered, "I think dinner is way to far away.  I needed to make seed
again."