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The simple life

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: jacknmac Posted on: 03 May 2003 1 comments
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Arousing memories of growing up in the South.For at least the first 15 years of my life I feel like I grew up in the 19th century. We got water from the spring, milk and butter from a cow, eggs from chickens, bacon from pigs, sweetening from molasses we made from the cane we grew, and everything else except salt from growing it. I can remember the day when I was 5 that we got electricity and our first radio. The phone and TV came years later. I went to a one-room school heated by a pot bellied coal fired stove in the center of the classroom. There were 8 grades and only one teacher and no busing. Some of us walked several miles both ways and thought nothing of it. Everyone carried their lunch and I can still remember the mingled smells of the lunches in the cloak room and the oil that was mixed with sawdust and spread on the floor for sweeping to keep the dust down. Our lunch bags weren't refrigerated and I'm surprised that we didn't all die of food poisoning. The only medicines we had were Castoria, aspirin, and Mercurochrome. I got one new pair of shoes in the fall before school and they had to last until the following fall. Of course we didn't wear shoes from May through August. I was in the 6th grade before I got my first underwear and always wore button up shirts (or none when it was warm) that Mom made and denim overalls, even to church. We all carried pocketknives and I owned my own rifle at 8 years of age. For fun I made bows and arrows from hickory trees, wagons with wooden wheels, whistles from saplings, scratched lewd pictures on limestone outcroppings, carved naked women from soapstone and wood or modeled them from the red clay which was so abundant just below the topsoil, climbed trees, splashed around naked in the cold spring fed streams, and read everything I could get my hands on. On Sundays we always went to church which was pretty much the only entertainment (if you could call it that) we got that wasn't self-made. The fundamentalist preachers railed against the sins of the flesh and tried to instill the fear of eternal damnation in our minds and souls. It seemed to me that everything I enjoyed the most was a deadly sin but by Sunday afternoon it usually wore off and at the first opportunity I was out in the barn, in the woods, or the outhouse happily masturbating. I looked at the ladies' underwear ads in the Sear & Roebuck or Spiegel catalog because there was nothing more risqu? available other than spying on my cousins or sisters. Of course I didn't need a lot of stimulation to keep me going 2 to 6 times a day and it seemed like I always had a hard on and constantly looked for an opportunity to beat my meat. I helped the neighbor women in their vegetable gardens until I was old enough to be around the dangerous farm machinery. Neither they nor their daughters wore undergarments so I could get an eyeful as they squatted down planting tomato plants, picking strawberries, or pulling weeds. Of course I was very discreet with my voyeurism though I'm sure that a few of them knew exactly what I was doing and even widened the view for my benefit. It was hard work and little pay but they always prepared great lunches and brought cool drinks to the field a couple of times a day. Some of them would work along side me in their light cotton dress and I often enjoyed a glimpse of breast. At the end of the day on the way home I'd have to make a side trip into the bushes to give myself relief from what I'd seen. I had my favorite places scattered all over the area. They were chosen for their privacy as well as a clear field of view to prevent being surprised. Usually a clump of trees or bushes in the middle of a pasture where the only visitors would be rabbits or cows. There were old logging roads through the woods that were frequented by lovers in parked cars. The ground was littered with used condoms, condom wrappers, and liquor bottles. We enjoyed smelling the contents of the empty bottles but none of us had ever had a drink. A few times we stumbled upon couples having sex and would make a wide detour through the underbrush but kept an eye on the rocking car. We were caught once slinking through the bushes. The man got out of the car and put his pants on and threw rocks and bottles at us as we ran for our lives. We avoided that particular place for a couple of days because we were afraid he'd be looking for us. I thought I recognized one of the local women in the car before she ducked down out of sight and her companion wasn't her husband. We never told any adults but passed the story around amongst ourselves until it bore no resemblance to the facts in any respect. Great fun was had for months retelling and embellishing the story and later beating our meat at the lurid new versions of the encounter. When I was 12 my grandfather died. My parents loaded up the pickup truck with us kids in the back. It was covered by a green tarp tied over the side railings but you couldn't quite stand up. No one had a manufactured cover in those days. It was a five-hour trip to Georgia. I slept most of the way with my hand inside my overalls holding my seemingly ever present hard on. My sisters and brother suspected what I was doing and kept pulling the blanket off me when I wasn't looking. They seemed to think that was funny. In reality I enjoyed it and gave them a big surprise the next time they did it by having my hard cock and balls out through the fly while I pretended to be asleep. They didn't pull the blanket off the rest of the trip. My sisters were sent to stay with an aunt and I to some other relative who had a son my age and two daughters, the youngest a year older than us. I still don't know what their relation was but they had to be 2nd cousins at least. Larry was the rudest crudest person I had ever met at that age. I was really shy around new people but Larry was the opposite and was obviously much worldlier than I was. The first thing he said to me after the grownups told us to go play was, "Want to see some pussy pictures?"."I guess...", I timidly answered following him to the unfinished basement. I had seen magazines with scantily clad and a few naked women before but these were spread wide open with nothing left to the imagination. "Do they make your peter hard?" he asked as I flipped through the pictures. "No." I lied. "I'll bet you can't wait to pull that thing out and beat it." he taunted reaching for my crotch. I laid the magazine down and turned away. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment and confusion but my cock continued to grow and the bulge through my overalls was very obvious as I attempted to rearrange it. "I didn't mean to scare you. See, mine is hard too." he reassured me. Hesitantly I looked at the bulge in the front of his shorts and though still uncomfortable at least didn't feel so embarrassed as before. He put the magazine back behind the loose boards while reaching into his shorts repositioning his cock so that the bulge wouldn't be so obvious. "Let's go catch crawdabs." (crawfish) he shouted over his shoulder as he bounded down the honeysuckle covered bank to a small stream which meandered through the neighborhood. I had watched crawfish and salamanders in the creek back on the farm but never was fond of actually touching them. To my great relief Larry's grandmother called us to come eat dinner before we found any. That evening Larry asked if I'd like to camp out in the back yard. I had camped out in the woods at home with a some of the neighbor boys a few times but we just built a lean to out of an old tarp. Larry had a real tent. I'd never been in a real tent before. The lightning bugs were beginning to sparkle the trees as we finished putting up the tent. Larry gave me the flashlight and told me to go to the basement and get the magazine. I was a little nervous going into the dark basement and quickly retrieved it and hid it inside the bib of my overalls because the grandmother was sitting on the back porch. I made it back to the tent without being challenged and quickly hid it under the blanket. After grandmother went inside and it got dark Larry pulled out the magazine and I held the flashlight while he turned the pages and pointed out the finer points of each of the women. I became so aroused that I knew I would cream my pants if I even touched my throbbing little dick. Larry seemed less excited than me and abruptly closed the magazine and stuffed it under his pillow saying it was time to go to sleep. I turned off the flashlight, fluffed my pillow and pretended to go to sleep on my side facing away from Larry. I could hear him rustling around and the sound of fist hitting stomach. I continued my pretense of being asleep but every sense in my body was fully alert.Abruptly Larry said, "Have you ever fucked a girl?""No!" I indignantly declared."Me neither but I'd like to." he said pulling the cover up around his neck and rolling over facing away from me and soon was quietly snoring away. I eventually went to sleep and awoke during the night after a particularly erotic dream to find that I had had a wet dream and my stomach and crotch were a slimy mess. I wiped myself on the blanket as best as I could and managed to sleep peacefully the rest of the night. The sight that greeted me the next morning was Larry's bare butt. He had obviously taken off his shorts during the night. I was a little jealous because I had wanted to take my overalls off too but was too shy. Suddenly the tent started shaking violently and collapsed on top of us. Larry's sisters had pulled out the pegs and jumped on the tent. Larry managed to get his shorts on before we crawled out of the tent into the wet dew laden grass. They had a TV so I spent most of the morning watching anything that happened to be on. I had only seen TV one other time at my uncle's house in Tennessee and was totally spellbound. Around noon Larry's parents and his grandmother left for the funeral home telling us to be good and don't get in any trouble while they were gone. As soon as they were out of sight Larry turned off the TV and told me to meet him in about five minutes in the basement. I drank a glass of water to calm my nerves keeping an eye on the grandfather clock slowly ticking away in the corner. I suddenly felt a little weak in the knees and had almost decided not to go to the basement when I heard a loud thumping on the floor. I guessed that that was the signal for me to come on down. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit basement since there was only one small casement window, which didn't let in much light. There was an old army blanket hanging from the joists at the end of the room. Larry was tying a string to the corners of the blanket and looping it over the joist so he could raise the "curtain". There were two round washtubs upended on the dirt floor in front of the curtain. Larry sat down on one holding the strings and motioned for me to sit on the other. I heard giggling from behind the curtain as I sat down on the tub next to him. "Are you ready?" he said to the girls behind the blanket raising the curtain slightly. May, the oldest, peeked around the corner of the curtain and said, "Not until you are ready...you promised!""Promised what?" I asked sensing a trick of some sort."They won't give us a show unless we're naked too." he explained. I hesitated looking at the curtain. "Aw, c'mon. It'll be fun!" Larry cajoled as he stood up and took off his shirt throwing it over the curtain. When he pulled down his shorts his hard little cock snapped up against his stomach. Hesitantly I unbuckled my overalls and unbuttoned my flannel shirt debating with each button and snap whether to continue. Larry grabbed my shirt and threw it over the curtain causing squeals from behind it. "Are you both nekkid?" May said from behind the curtain."Hurry it up!" Larry said impatiently tugging at the sides of my overalls until they fell to my ankles. He tried to pull them off but I refused to let them go insisting on keeping them around my ankles for fast retrieval. I was so nervous that my cock was totally soft and barely visible above my balls. "Sit down and spread you legs so they can see." Larry ordered, "We're ready now." He pulls the strings and the curtain rises a couple of feet revealing the bare backside of the girls. They begin rocking from side to side and humming a little song of some questionable origin. They continue rocking and bending over grasping the cheeks of their buttocks and spreading them in time with the beat of the song. I glanced over at Larry and he was pumping his dick with his mouth open and breathing rapidly. My groin was beginning to respond to the sight and my cock quickly rose to attention. I was still to shy to touch it though. Larry stopped his stroking and pulls the string some more and the girls turn around facing us with their feet far apart. They begin thrusting their pelvises toward us taking a step in our direction with each thrust. My hand involuntarily encircled my pulsating cock and with my eyes glued to the girls' pussies I begin to pump my dick and thrust my hips. The girls are within inches of me when they reach down and pull the lips of their pussies wide. That's all it took and I shot a stream of come so powerfully that it went over my shoulder onto my back with the subsequent spasms shooting up into the air between us and splattering the dusty floor and the girls' feet. Larry was right behind me but turned and diverted his streams to the side. The girls just giggled and ran back behind the curtain and put on their shorts and shirts before running out of the basement. The next day we went to my grandfather's funeral and left immediately afterwards for the long trip home. I never saw Larry or his sisters again and never even knew their last name but I still jack off to the memory of that few days in Georgia.