Date: Sun, 01 Sep 2019 14:38:32 +0000
From: lambodara@protonmail.com
Subject: Appalachian Farm Life Chapter 1

Appalachian Farm Life - 1

1 September 1832

My name is Jasper Turner. I was born on 15 September 1819, which means in
two weeks I'll be 13 years old. My family lives in the mountains, well, the
foothills at least. There's eight of us children now. The oldest ones,
Thomas (20), Katie (18) and Karl (17) are married and moved up the valley
with their wives and husband. The younguns are Jennie Sue (10), Joe Bob (9)
and Booger (7). Then in the middle you have me, Jasper and my closest
brother and best friend Willie who is 14.

Our cabin is built in two rooms on the bottom. The small one is where mama
and daddy sleep and the big room is where we cook and eat and also where
the younguns sleep. The upper loft is where me and Willie sleep, you have
to climb a ladder to get up here but its just one small size room. I just
got to come up here after Karl left about 4 months ago, it used to be
Willie and Karl's room. I had finally got used to being here and I slept on
a pallet across from Willie.

I was having a weird dream, I was at the swimming hole with my brother
Willie. We were skinnydipping which was a real life thing. The weird part
was when I saw myself sitting on a rock by the water watching Willie
swim. As he did the backstroke across the pond I couldn't stop staring at
his flopping goober every time it cleared the surface of the water. Willie
just turned 14 about two weeks ago and he's got a pretty good little patch
of hairs around the top of his peter.

As he stood up and started to walk out of the water towards the rocks where
I was sitting, it looked like his peter was kind of puffed up some. I could
see just the end of the head peeking through the skin. He came and stood
beside me and I couldn't help but reach over and touch it. I had just
closed my fingers around it and then...

I woke up to Willie shaking the crap out of me. "Time to get up, piss ant!"

Willie, seeing I was awake, walked back to his bed and started to get his
clothes on. But I realized I had a problem, my goober was stiff as a school
pencil and poking straight up. I wondered if Willie had noticed. Not that
there was a lot to notice at this point in my life, my little fella was
only as long as my hand was wide and about as thick as daddy's thumb. I lay
in the bed a few minutes trying to see if it would go down, then Willie
finished tying his boot and kicked at my mattress.

"Jasper, GET UP NOW before daddy whups the hide off'n us" he said through
gritted teeth.

I jumped up and pulled on my shirt and slipped into my overalls, buttoned
the straps and pulled my boots from under the bed. We didn't always wear
shoes but of late it had been too cool and wet to go without.

As we were walking across the yard to the barn, Willie said "Jasper, I seen
you got some hairs coming in around your... well I was gonna say pee pee
but you ain't `xactly got a pee pee anymore from the look of it, your might
near as big as me now."

"What are you talking about?" I said, trying to play it off.

"Don't act stupid, that thing was trying to beat a hole through your
stomach when you got up" he said.  I'm glad it was still twilight so he
couldn't see me blush. "I don't know why it was doing that, it does it a
lot lately."

"After our chores are done this evenin' I'll show you what I do that helps
keep it down if you want" says Willie. I just nodded and that ended the
conversation.

The morning was filled with slopping hogs, carrying hay for the cows,
horses and mules, then watering all the animals. By the time that was done
the sun was getting high in the sky and it was warming up a good bit. We
started back towards the house just as mama was ringing the dinner bell. We
ate a lunch of mostly vegetables from the garden with some fresh made
cornbread and cold milk from the spring.

After lunch, we had to help papa make haystacks. We pulled the hay into
piles, tomorrow we would be stacking and tying them up. Later as it dried
more, some would have to be carried into the barn; winter was coming.  We
had been at it a couple of hours, the shadows were getting long. Daddy
wasn't feeling good so we stopped early for the day. We still had a couple
of hours before we had to do our evening chores so we decided to go to the
swimming hole for a spell. As we made our way down the trail through the
woods I started thinking about my dream this morning. A few minutes into
the walk I started to feel the rough denim fabric rubbing against the skin
on my goober which was hard again.  W illie had reached the edge before me
and had already taken off his boots and stood to drop his overalls. As he
bent over to pull the leg of his overalls off his foot his butt cheeks
parted and I could see his most private place. I don't know why, but I
seemed to be hypnotized by his pucker when it winked as he flexed his arm
muscles. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the pile and walked into
the cold water. I was still standing there fully clothed and Willie was
already floating.

"What you waiting for, the water feels good" he said.

"I'm coming" I said as I sat on a rock and started unlacing my boot. I
pulled my boots off and stood up to take off my overalls with my back
turned to Willie.

"I've already seen everthing you got and I got the same thing dummy, well,
except bigger" he laughed.  As I bent to pull my foot loose I let out a
loud fart in his direction.

"How sweet," he said "your cornhole is singing me a love song."

By now my hard had mostly gone away so I shucked my shirt and went on into
the water.  We swam and floated and washed away the sweat and grime and
from the light left we figured it was time to get out. We sat on the bank
and dried off a little and I asked Willie "are you still going to show me
how to deal with my uh...situations like you said?"

He sat quietly a minute then said, "wait till nighttime, when you shed your
clothes and get ready to go to sleep, come to my bed instead of your'n. I
show you what I do. It'll be good not having to wait on you to fall asleep
for a change." Now, what had he been doing after I fell asleep?

We got dressed and went back to the farm, did our evening chores and had a
small supper. I went out and peed off the porch. When I came back in Willie
went out to do the same and when he got back daddy said it was time for us
to hit the sack.

"Yessir, good night" we said and climbed the ladder to the loft we shared.

I got undressed and went to Willie's side of the loft. He pulled up the
covers and I slipped in beside him. The first thing I noticed was the
smell. Everything smelled like Willie. A little sweat, that smell like from
under his arms, and something else I could recognize. He had me move over
face to face on our sides with my head laying on his arm. I could smell his
musk coming up from his armpit and for some reason it made my boyhood start
stirring and reaching for my stomach. Willie was rubbing my side from my
chest to my hip. He did that for a while then started going farther down,
the tips of his fingers curled over into the crevice of my butt. I shivered
as he pulled my cheeks apart and ran his finger right over my cornhole. In
the darkness I could just make out that he brought his hand up to his nose
and took a deep snort and made a little moaning sound.

I could feel the backs of his fingers as they lightly slid down my neck to
my chest and on toward my stomach. I jumped as his hand surrounded and
grabbed my prick. As Willie squeezed my willy I made a kind of loud
whimpering noise and he shushed me, "be quiet or mama and daddy will hear
us". He released me and rolled me on my back, then grabbed me with two
fingers and a thumb and skinned my foreskin back and forth over the head
making my butt cheeks and leg muscles tighten like crazy. Slowly at first,
then he sped up and I was almost vibrating. My eyelids were shut tight and
I just about stopped breathing when suddenly I saw bright lights and I felt
like my whole body was exploding from the inside out. I was panting like
I'd run a mile long foot race. I'd never felt anything so great.  "Still
not making the white stuff yet", Willie said, "it won't be long now, you'll
be 13 in a fortnight." I had no idea what he was talking about. He said,
"My turn now, you do me like I did you". I only stroked his about a minute
when I could see he was rigid and he said he was getting the feeling, only
when he exploded I felt something hot and slimy flow down onto my hand. I
pulled my hand away and brought it up to my face. I could smell a weird
odor but also something kind of like a light fishy odor that I like the
smell of.

Wilie said "taste it".

"No way!" I said.

"I always eat it to get rid of it" he said, "it won't hurt you."

I brought it to my mouth. A little salty, kind of slimy, almost like when I
had a cold and the snot would run down my throat. I decided I didn't mind
the taste and went ahead and cleaned him up. He had made streaks of the
stuff all the way up to his chin. By the time I finished cleaning it up he
was asleep. I went back over to my bed and held my hand under my nose, and
fell into a peaceful sleep with the smell of my brother comforting me.

-Lambodara, 09/01/2019