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You might only imagine why I would spend time in the john as an eleven year old. It all started when an older friend came over to visit and help with chores once in awhile. He was at first a son of my father's friend and not mine. But as events came about he took a liking of me and we spent time talking as we worked around the farm together. Our family farm raised mostly livestock feed for other farmers who raised cattle or sheep or some with horses. So we had a lot of corn and alfafa fields to plant or cut. We also had a few of our own animals. Horses, my father use to say, were too expensive unless they are used allot, so we had a couple of goats for small chores and milk along with a few pigs for meat and lots of chickens all over the farm. The chickens kept the yard clean of garbage and fertilized the grass which I had to mow. Damn chickens anyway! There was my mother and father naturally, but also my younger sister who was such a pain when she wanted to be. I had an older brother but he died before I was born. And there were cousins that would come over during harvest times to help out and my uncles too. One of my aunts would come over to help my mother with the fixin' at mealtimes. Now to the event that changed my life. It got to be that my father's friend's fourteen year old son would come over more and more often and visit with me even when my father was out working the fields. Like I said, he kind of took a liking to me. It was on one day just after work and the animals were getting fed by me and my father was finishing up his dinner before he always read the local newspaper. He could not be separated from his newspaper no matter what happened. Anyway, James I will call him, came over just as I was about to clean up the stalls after feeding the goats. He came in and said 'Hi' like usual. He began asking me weird questions that did not seem to make any sense to me at first. But when he asked if I knew what it was like to jack off I took immediate interest in his chatter. He told me that all boys about my age get to doing it and I should know about how to do it proper like. I was not aware of where the chatter was leading me, but I still paid close attention trying not to be too stupid. James knew my father's schedule that time of day and knew we would be alone completely as my mother was busy cleaning up while my father was reading his newspaper. My eight year old sister would go to her room to play doing homework and would not come out until every bit of work was done in the kitchen. She knew well that if she was hanging around she would be put to work. So there we were all alone and James leading me into a sexual trap of sorts. He kept making me feel comfortable about what he was talking about and getting me into the conversation as much as he could. I had to admit that boys at school talked about stuff like sex sometimes, but I had not done a thing yet. Well, James had it in his mind THAT was going to change for me and that very evening. So we sat down near the rear of the barn on a bale of hay while he proceeded to explain what it was like to 'get off' by 'jackin''. From one thing to another he had his stiffie out in the warm night air. It was the first time I ever got to see some older guy with his stiffie showing like that. I had seen my father's when he took a leak in the fields with me, but never stiff. I was nervous, but not so much that I was not getting my own stiffie. And before I knew it James had his hand on mine. It took me all by surprise, but I did not protest to his handling me like that. James rubbed me a few times and helped take my little stiffie out of my undies and pants. It was so unexplainable how it felt when his hand was touching me like that. I thought I was going to have a thrill feeling right then. You see, I was having a thrill feeling for a couple of years when I discovered how good it felt when I washed my stiffie more than usual. It was a few months that I was emitting a clear liquid if I did the rubbing too much. I would have thought it harmful, but my class buddies told me about older boys getting stuff to cum out of there stiffie and I knew it must be what they were talking about. Anyway James was getting me all worked up over his touching of me. I was hardly understanding what he was saying when he leaned over and stuck his mouth right over my whole stiffie. "Godd" I said. I felt so out of control and could only lay my hands on the top of his head as he kept running his tongue all around my stiffie. When I got really stiff the skin would pull back and expose the bulb of my stiffie. It was awful tender as James' tongue kept moving all around it. "Yiiikees" I yelled as he sucked me to the high point. I quivered and shock as James seemed to take all the energy out of my body from the tip of my stiffie. Damn didn't that feel out of this world. Again it could not be explained as the feeling seemed to go through all of my eleven year old body. Being the young boy I was 'getting off' once was not enough for me. I could do it several time a night before finally going off to sleep. I guessed that James knew that too. He asked me to try the same with him. I was not immediately going for it so he pulled his trousers down along with his undies. There he stood with his about five inch stiffie with a bunch of hair all around it. It was all the hair that got my attention. I was mesmerized by it. There might not have been as much as an adult, but I was more excited about the hair than his stiffie. I just wanted to reach out and touch that hair. Then I noticed his sac. It seemed huge compared to my own. And having not seem my father's when he would leak out in the fields, I had no idea how big those things could get. They were only a bit fuzzy but they were so touchable to me. I want to feel them and see how they hung in my hand. It did not take much coaching for James to get me closer to his crotch. I wanted not only to see it but I wanted to feel it all. When he stood up his sac hung down, unlike mine and the hard things inside they call balls were swinging back and forth like they were wanting me to hold them. He was standing close to me as I still sat on the bale of hay. I reached out cautiously and touched first the hair on the left side of his stiffie. James kept encouraging me to touch 'it'. "Grab a hold of 'it' will ya. It won't hurt ya none. No mores than yours did ta me." said James. I slowly took him up on it. I was really getting into that moment. It was a rush as nothing else to that point in my life. He told me to feel him up anyway I wanted and I began to feel more at ease with the idea. At that moment feeling James up was something I wanted more than anything that could have come to my young mind. I just knew I was falling in love with James or rather his crotch. It offered so much for my inexperienced life at the time. Before long I had experienced the whole of his crotch and he turned around to let me experience his butt and it hole. I was amazed how a butt hole looked up close. I never got an opportunity to see a human one. I had seen the animals but was not too excited about them especially when it was being use to get rid of their fertilizer as my father called it. I even sniffed at James's butt just to get a smell of it. I did not do it while he was looking 'cause' he would think me really weird. When he was done with me playing with his butt and its hole he turned back around and said, 'Come on now, put your mouth over it like I did fer ya. Go right ahead. Ya gonna like it. These's nuttin like it." Again cautiously and slowly I got closer and closer to the head of his stiffie. My eyes were fixed on the hole at the top. It seemed to open and close just a bit as I came closer yet. At first I could smell it. It was a different than anything else smell. I could feel the heat coming from it as I reached my tongue out and touched the tip. As I did I looked back down at the hole and saw something ooze from it. I thought it must be he was cumin like I did in his mouth. I licked it instinctively. I stopped as the flavor was observed in my mouth. It was also nothing I had ever tasted before. It was not unflavorful but not a strong flavor as I might have expected. No one had ever discussed such a thing so I was totally on my own anew. With more encouraging James pushed himself into my face and when he did his stiffie went into my mouth. I thought I would gag at first, but did not as he moved back a bit. Then he moved quickly into my face again and literally rammed his stiffie deep into my mouth unexpectedly. James said, "Now take your time and feel it all around in your mouth. I am sure you will like it. That's it. Let your tongue run over the head. And stick the tip into the pee hole. That can get me off alone." He kept saying stuff that I paid attention to off and on. I was into a new adventure and I simply wanted to 'feel' my way around. And feel I did. Then I felt James tense. His stomach got tight and his stiffie seemed to get larger. He shook a little like I had done when I got off inside his mouth. I kind of knew that something was about to happen. He held onto my head so I could not let go of his stiffie. It stuck way into my mouth and nearly gagged me at that point. And all at once I felt a rush of heat in the back of my mouth. I felt like choking on it there was so much of it. All I could do to get rid of it was swallow. I concentrated on the swallowing so not to choke. It was not easy but I managed to get all that I could down my throat. As James stopped shooting his 'getting off' he pulled back some and my mouth was filled with that stuff. It was a surprising taste like was the other stuff earlier, but much different in taste. This time instead of being a sweetness it also had a bitter flavor mixed with it. It was not an upsetting flavor, just different. He had me clean him off really good like he said he did for me before he pulled his undies and trousers back up and buckled them. I sat there with my stiffie still stiff and stuck out of my flies. James asked if I wanted him to do me again and I let him. Once that was over again for me he got up and left the barn leaving me to get myself put back together again. I sort of staggered back to the house after that was over. Needless to say I sleep very well that night after I 'got off' another time by myself just thinking about the event having taken place that evening. It was going to be a long time before that was out of my mind if ever. The incident was repeated time after time that season. But the thing that I thought had changed my life forever was about to be changed ever greater. One time I was doing my usual chores when James showed up and helped me finish up so we could get into some 'sex' together as we began to call it. And knowing that my father never left his newspaper for at least an hour there would be plenty of time to mess around together. We were into it hot and heavy. James as usually got me off once before I played with him and then he had me take his 'load' of cum. It became a very nice pastime for the two of us. Well, that evening I was sitting on a bale of hay like I always to and James was in my face. I was sucking away when I felt a hand upon my shoulder. I thought nothing of it as it could have been James's hand. It was now shaking me some like I needed to stop what I was doing. James stepped back and I looked up to see why he had stopped. There stood my father. He did not look terribly happy to see our activity. But he was not upset at least on the surface. I was dumbfounded being caught in such an act. I knew it would be all over for me. I might not even live through my father whipping, if he chose to give me one. He asked James to get dressed and to leave. There I was sitting there on the bale of hay. My stiffie was no longer stiff and had receded into my flies as it had been before being taken out. I just knew my world would soon come to an end. I was certain there would be some kind of price to pay for my actions there. My father had me wait as we waited for James to be long gone from the barn. He kept looking for James to be gone until he finally turned and looked down at me still sitting there. I was so nervous and had no idea how my life was to end that evening. The first question my father asked was how I liked what I was doing. I was in shock and uttered, "I don't know." It was a rather stupid answer, but it was all that came out of my mouth then. He said, "Son, if you are going to do something you need proper instruction before you can expect to be good at it. Since you seem to like sucking cock you best get some proper training from someone with a real cock and not a boy's. It will take sometime before you are good at it and we will be patient with each other. Would you like that, Son?" I could not believe what I had heard. Was my father approving of what I was doing with James? Not only that, was he asking me to practice on him? I was so out of it at that point that I could not react when my father unbuttoned his overalls and let them fall to the ground. His stiffie was about hard by then too. Was I seeing things or was my own father stripping in front of me? And was he expected me to suck on him too? I was beyond confused, but did not hesitate when my father asked me to touch him. His hair was all over much more than James. I first delighted in touching the hair and then I felt down to his more than huge sac housing his oversized balls. It was much like a dream than anything for real. I was playing with my father's crotch and he was encouraging me to do it. It was not long before he asked me to roll back the skin off the head of his stiffie. I expected it to look much like my small one and it was except the smell and the white stuff under it. I was much like the first time I smelled James but much stronger. Fortunately I was not offended by it and did what I had done for James that first time. I began by licking the tip of my father's stiffie. He did not have the liquid stuff leaking out like James did, but he was as hard as James was. I even stuck my tongue inside the pee hole like with James. My father was impressed that I knew so much and told me to continue to take more and more of him into my mouth. Unlike the five inches that James had my father was much larger and not easy to get into my mouth. It was not fat happily or I would have had a terrible time with it. There must have been about seven inches or about two inches more than James. Taking it all would not be possible but I dared to try as much as I could. That was where my training really started. My father told me to slowly take it all, but to back off each time I felt like gagging. And when I did to swallow hard to get his stiffie down my throat. Remember I was not twelve yet and did not have a large throat to begin with. My father told me it would take time for me to get it right, but he would be willing to work with me as long as it took and then to give me more practice to be very good at sucking cock. He also said that if I did it right I would get much more enjoyment from doing it and greater satisfaction to the guy I did it for. From then on the newspaper was read only after the chores were done in the barn. My father kept getting me better and better until when about thirteen I could swallow his whole stiffie. In the meantime he allowed James and I to resume our 'chores' in the barn. He did not interrupt what was happening with us, but I know that a few times he could be seen in the distance watching us from where I sat on the hay bale. That hay bale became a very comfortable place to sit once I put down a horse blanket that my father picked up for those occasions. When I was fifteen and James was seventeen my dad asked me if he thought that James and I would mind his company once in awhile. After asking James and letting him know it would be okay, he agreed to let my father join us with our 'chores'. It became much more interesting training once my father joined James and me. He gave us more instructions on how to enjoy each other as well as refreshing us on what we knew already. My father felt it was time for us to know about boinking's a euphemism for fucking. We were not to use 'bad' language for fear of my mother hearing us. So it was a retraining of terms as James and I went into training. We started with me rimming James and making sure that he would be loose enough for me to fit into him. When James was loose my father put some Castor Oil around and up inside his butt hole. Then he oiled me all over my stiffie before he had me line up at James' butt hole. I pushed forward with instructions and let my not so small as it was at the beginning stiffie plop into James' butt hole. It amazed that I got in so easily. I figured I would have to use much more force to drive into him than I did. But he was still tight and hot inside. By then I only had about five inches but was rather fat for my age as my father told me. It felt so nice inside James that I wondered why we had not done that before. I had been missing out on it all the while. I was really boinking when it hit me hard. My father said it would not do any harm for us to cum inside each other as long as we are doing it only with ourselves. So I let it go. "Oooww! Man! Is this wild. Am I ever cumin!" I let out. It was a good thing the barn was a distance from the house and we were way in the rear so that no own would normally know we were there or my mother and sister surely would have wondered what was happening. I found out later than my father informed my mother that we were doing man talking and were not to be disturbed under any condition. So my sister would never come out to where there would be a sign of work anyway. As I was cumin harder than ever before I drove deep into James and held onto him tight. I let every last drop of my cum jet into him before I slowly pulled out. My father told me I would not have to pull out until I started to get limp and that he would be there to see that I was cleaned up before the next guy could start his boinking. My father kept his promise to see that we were cleaned up. He was right there with his mouth when I pulled out. First he sucked me deep into his mouth to get any last drips from me and before James had a chance to leak out my cum my father was sucking at his hole. Next my father had the both of us boys get his hole ready for James. I expected it would be me next but he said it may be too much for the first time and that he would work on my hole some before letting anyone boink it That made sense and my father had not stirred us wrong yet. We had seen each other many times so when my father bent over a bale of hay to let us 'grease' him up we could see all the hair in his hole and on his butt cheeks. First we each took turns licking at his hole to be sure that he was loose. James was first and he liked the flavor as much as cum he said. That was the first time for me to do it except for James so I took my time to feel the heat from my father's hole on my tongue and I tried to ream deep into him. Then my father asked James to have me put the Castor Oil on him and the hole he was about to boink. It was much looser than I expected, like he had things up there before. I just fluffed it off as him being bigger than us to start with. It was done and ready. James stood there while I plastered his stiffie all over with the oil to make him really slick. He told me not to rub too much or it would be all over. So I let it go the way it was. James came closer and I watched and helped guide his stiffie into place. When he was there I told my father and he quickly backed up onto James' stiffie. He took all of the seventeen year old six and a half inches deep inside with one push. Both us boys were amazed that my father would take it all so suddenly. He demanded of James to ride him fast and hard. So James did as he was asked and kept driving his stiffie into my father's butt hole. The noise was almost funny to hear. I was hard again and ready to go and my father must have known. He told me I could sit on the hay bale in front of him while he was being boinked so that he could suck on me again. They both took it for a long time it seems until James announced that could not take it any longer. My father asked him so slow down to make it last rather than shooting off right away. I doubt if James had that in mind, but he tried for a few more minutes before he had to let it go. By then I was ready again, so my father told us both to give it to him at once. And we did. I could see that James was straining to get off and it got me more off seeing him. So we both shot off within seconds of the same time. Since I was cleaned off with my father's mouth he had James stay inside him until he was finished with me. A few seconds later he got off me and stood straight up and away from James. James plopped out of the butt hole and was immediately sucked clean by my father. He asked me before if I would like his hole to be sure that no cum was wasted. I in turned licked what I could and left the rest for James to take. When James was cleaned he was asked to clean the butt hole he had just filled. It was something that us boys had not been doing before but there was no hesitation. That sort of thing happened about three times every week with all three of us and about two more times with me and James and the other day my father gave me individual train lessons. And it went on for the next few years until James went away to college and left my father and me alone again. Once in awhile James will come around for some refresher lessons with me and my father. But not often enough for me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431 © Copyright (c) 2000 . [Thanks for reading this. 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