Me and Art
First off let me tell you this happened many years ago, 1956 to be exact, I was born in 1947 so you can figure it out. We lived on a farm in South Dakota and my dad had hired a man to help **, he received room and board plus a small weekly salary. I don't have any idea how old he was but I think probably late 20's or early 30's. We lived in a two story house with bedrooms for us ****ungsters upstairs in 2 bedrooms, boys in one and girls in another, just down the hall was Art's bedroom. My parents and baby sister was downstairs.
Art and I usually worked in the fields and barn together and became good friends. One day he asked me to come to his bedroom after everyone went to sleep I didn't go there and he was disappointed so I told him that I had went to sleep. He asked me again to visit his room tonight. I lay in bed thinking about it and when I thought everyone was asleep I slipped out of bed and went into his room, I didn't wear pajamas just my little white underwear. When I approached his bed he turned the covers down and invited me to lay down with him. He snuggled up to me and I could feel his had moving under the covers about where I thought his crotch was. In a few minutes he took my had and placed it on his cock and asked me to jack him off. I didn't know what that meant so I started to work it like a jack handle and he stopped me and showed me how to work my hand up and down on his cock. I knew that this was probably something I shouldn't be doing but it was very exciting to me so I continued. After a short time I felt something warm and wet on my hand,. He told me that I had made him feel very good and that I could go back to my bed now.. The next day he invited me back to his bed and I returned to repeat the process of making him very happy.
The next day we were working in the barn cleaning the stalls and putting out hay for the cows. When we were in the back of the barn he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out and asked me to jack him off again, this was the first time I had gotten to see what he had. I wrapped my hand around his cock and watched intently as his foreskin would slide down and uncover the head and then slide back up to cover it. Watching it grow and get harder in my hand excited me tremendously. Then I felt it really get harder all of a sudden and watched in awe as he shot his cum out. This was the first time I had been able to see what I was doing and it excited me greatly. I also continued visiting his bed every night. Soon it progressed to the point that I was making him cum sometimes 3 or 4 times a day in addition to my nighttime visits.
One night as I was playing with his cock he had me massage his balls, then asked me to put my mouth on his cock. I slipped down in the bed and without reservation put my mouth over his cock. It wasn't long until I felt him getting harder and he shot his cum into my mouth forcing me to swallow his load. I remember asking him if I was going to get pregnant and he assured me that I could not get pregnant. This opened it up so that I was sucking his cock now in the field as we worked or in the barn and was sucking him several times a day.
He always got paid on Saturday and went to Roscoe to visit his parents and then to a bar to spend his pay. He asked my dad one Saturday if I could go with him and visit his parents and my dad said I could if I wanted to. We got in his car and almost as soon as we were out of sight of the house he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out and I slid over in the seat and immediately wrapped my hand around it and when it grew I bent over under the steering wheel and sucked him until he filled my mouth. We visited his parents and then to the bar for a couple hours. On our return trip home again he pulled his cock out and I sucked him off again. This continued for about 2 and a half years until we moved to Tennessee.
My dad asked Art to drive our old pickup to Tennessee and said he would give him the truck if he would. On the day we left my parents and my 4 sisters and brother rode in the car and I got in the truck with Art. I spent most of that day and the next with my head in his lap sucking up his cum. When I wasn't sucking him I was playing with his cock waiting for it to get hard again so I could taste him once more.
I heard a few years later that he was in prison for some of his actions with young boys. I know that this was wrong but I look back on it fondly sometimes wishing we hadn't moved. He never attempted to do anything to me in all our activities.
Art and I usually worked in the fields and barn together and became good friends. One day he asked me to come to his bedroom after everyone went to sleep I didn't go there and he was disappointed so I told him that I had went to sleep. He asked me again to visit his room tonight. I lay in bed thinking about it and when I thought everyone was asleep I slipped out of bed and went into his room, I didn't wear pajamas just my little white underwear. When I approached his bed he turned the covers down and invited me to lay down with him. He snuggled up to me and I could feel his had moving under the covers about where I thought his crotch was. In a few minutes he took my had and placed it on his cock and asked me to jack him off. I didn't know what that meant so I started to work it like a jack handle and he stopped me and showed me how to work my hand up and down on his cock. I knew that this was probably something I shouldn't be doing but it was very exciting to me so I continued. After a short time I felt something warm and wet on my hand,. He told me that I had made him feel very good and that I could go back to my bed now.. The next day he invited me back to his bed and I returned to repeat the process of making him very happy.
The next day we were working in the barn cleaning the stalls and putting out hay for the cows. When we were in the back of the barn he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out and asked me to jack him off again, this was the first time I had gotten to see what he had. I wrapped my hand around his cock and watched intently as his foreskin would slide down and uncover the head and then slide back up to cover it. Watching it grow and get harder in my hand excited me tremendously. Then I felt it really get harder all of a sudden and watched in awe as he shot his cum out. This was the first time I had been able to see what I was doing and it excited me greatly. I also continued visiting his bed every night. Soon it progressed to the point that I was making him cum sometimes 3 or 4 times a day in addition to my nighttime visits.
One night as I was playing with his cock he had me massage his balls, then asked me to put my mouth on his cock. I slipped down in the bed and without reservation put my mouth over his cock. It wasn't long until I felt him getting harder and he shot his cum into my mouth forcing me to swallow his load. I remember asking him if I was going to get pregnant and he assured me that I could not get pregnant. This opened it up so that I was sucking his cock now in the field as we worked or in the barn and was sucking him several times a day.
He always got paid on Saturday and went to Roscoe to visit his parents and then to a bar to spend his pay. He asked my dad one Saturday if I could go with him and visit his parents and my dad said I could if I wanted to. We got in his car and almost as soon as we were out of sight of the house he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out and I slid over in the seat and immediately wrapped my hand around it and when it grew I bent over under the steering wheel and sucked him until he filled my mouth. We visited his parents and then to the bar for a couple hours. On our return trip home again he pulled his cock out and I sucked him off again. This continued for about 2 and a half years until we moved to Tennessee.
My dad asked Art to drive our old pickup to Tennessee and said he would give him the truck if he would. On the day we left my parents and my 4 sisters and brother rode in the car and I got in the truck with Art. I spent most of that day and the next with my head in his lap sucking up his cum. When I wasn't sucking him I was playing with his cock waiting for it to get hard again so I could taste him once more.
I heard a few years later that he was in prison for some of his actions with young boys. I know that this was wrong but I look back on it fondly sometimes wishing we hadn't moved. He never attempted to do anything to me in all our activities.
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