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It was a hot summer day in July when we got the news. My sisters were weeding the garden, my mother was canning the vegetables that had already ripened, and me and my Dad were gathering up the baled hay from our hay field. I couldn't load the wagon, but I could drive the mules ahead and lug in the bales to where Dad could put them on the wagon, so I was a big help to him and we were both working up a heck of a sweat, but you have to get the hay in before a rain comes in, it's just better to get it all done in one day and get it over with. We paused between loads and drank plenty of water and had salt tablets which helped a lot. But I was powerful glad to see the last bale of hay put into the barn and really get a rest, then me and Dad went to the water pump and really doused ourselves down good with the water there, nice and cool and soaking wet, we walked into the back door, and dripped on the floor, Maw didn't say a word, 'cause she'd gotten water on the floor herself from the canning. She'd mop it all up when she was done and the floor weren't slippery, it was wooden, anyhow. Just an ordinary farmhouse of 1923.
We got a brief rest, Paw and me, then I fed the chickens and slopped the hogs, and Paw fed the cows some of the hay (the older hay from the spring planting) and then we all filed in to supper. Fried chicken, fresh corn on the cob, biscuits made by Maw and powerful good to eat all by themselves, green beans also fresh picked, we worked hard but we ate good this time of year. Plenty of rain and sunshine in the right proportion, a farmer couldn't ask for more that summer.
But God never gives you good luck without a touch of bad luck as they say and our bad luck came in the form of a letter Maw produced after the meal was done. "Got a letter from Cousin Sue down in Cotton Hollow," she informed us.
Paw cocked an eye but didn't say anything, she was Maw's cousin and none of his business.
Maw looked around. "Seems she's sending her son Michael up here to stay with us a few weeks. Said he can help us around the farm and keep out of mischief." She looked around. "He's gonna arrive here tomorrow."
Paw laid down his fork and said, "What kind of mischief?" he asked.
"Well...." Maw hesitated.
"Got a girl into trouble, is my guess. He'll be here more than a few weeks, won't he?"
"Jake, he's family!" Maw pleaded with him.
"I know, but..." Paw looked around at his three daughters. All of them in their marriageable age or at least getting there. "What are we going to do about him while he's here? You know that man is as much trouble around women as a four-balled hound dog around a dozen bitches in heat. He..."
"Jake, your language!" Maw chided him. My sisters giggled.
"No other way to say it. The man's too derned good-looking for his own good, is his trouble, all he has to do is smile at a woman and she starts melting into his arms. So I will say it again, how are we going to keep dear Cousin Michael out of our girls' bed?"
"Jake, you're making a mountain out of molehill. He can sleep with Woodrow in his bed, and Woodrow can make sure he doesn't go wandering at night, is how. And you can keep him in sight during the day." Maw was laying down the law, I knew the tone, I didn't say a word about losing half of my bedroom to this never-seen cousin and neither did Paw.
Paw was silent then he said, "Well, I reckon he can help us with the fall planting. I could even put in a larger corn crop if we get the plowing done quick."
So that was all that was said about my third cousin Michael moving in with us. I was ordered by Maw to make room in my closet and dresser and she added a second pillow to my bed for him. My mattress had a dimple in the middle from my sleeping there, I hoped I could stay on my side.
The next day, Paw and Maw drove the wagon down to the train station to pick up Cousin Michael. My sisters and I stayed behind and I helped my sisters work in the garden weeding. They were all three giggling and wondering about Cousin Michael and the way they speculated, I wasn't so sure whether my unseen cousin would be totally guilty if he ended up in bed with one or all of them while he was here, and resolved to warn Paw about that. When girls grow up a certain amount, you got to get them married off but quick! I worked on, sweating, the day was hot and was the first of plenty of hot days, August was finally becoming really hot.
Cousin Michael arrived and I finally got a look at him and all I can say is "Wow!" Some men are ugly, some men are plain looking, some men are kind of good-looking, but it's really rare when you find a man who is absolutely, totally, completely handsome! I am not sure I can describe him, but I will try.
His hair was black, straight, and cut close to his head, but even so, it had a shine to it that made it glow in the faintest light and he wore it in a sort of cocky point that hung out on one side of his forehead. His eyes were a dark brown, his nose was straight and regular with the nostrils just the right size and shape, his lips were just a little large, like you were meant to kiss them, his chin was a perfectly sized point, his whole face was a clean oval like an egg on its point but that description doesn't give its magnificent proportions, the ears were circular and barely sticking out from his head on either side, and his skin was a slightly dark tone, whether this was his natural tone or a slight suntan, I couldn't say but it fit him perfectly.
His body was regally muscled, not largely bulging but still showing the mounds of his shoulders, his chest, his biceps, just enough to make you want to see them bare of his clothing, his hips were slim and neat, his entire body was graceful and sleek, he made you yearn to watch him move, to stare at him endlessly, eternally, and seeing him, I understood why the women flocked to him and raised their skirts eagerly for him to plug them in an ardent embrace if he chose.
When he was introduced to me and I gripped his hand, I darned near fainted from the feel of the warmth, the sensation of that skin, and didn't want to let go, but my body was limp and I felt him slide it away with a smile that was like the first glimpse of the sun at dawn.
"This is Woodrow. You'll be sharing his bed while you're here," Maw said.
"Woodrow. I'm pleased to meet you," Michael said and his voice was a lilting baritone.
"Call me Woody. Everyone does," I said quickly.
"Woody," and he made the nickname a melody. "Call me Mike."
"Mike," I said but my voice was a squeak. He didn't laugh, just smiled again.
I was in a daze as he settled in, sitting at our supper table, asking me to pass the peas, giving me the mashed potatoes, it was all a dream come true.
After dinner, I fretted and stamped around, waiting for time for him to come to bed. It seemed to me that Michael spent a long time sitting up talking with Maw and Paw. He seemed very willing to make a good workhand on the farm, and was agreeing and/or arguing with Paw about the best thing to plant in the fall. Corn was good, he said, but if we planted pumpkins now, they would be in prime condition to sell for Halloween, good money to make in town for that and for Thanksgiving and pumpkin pie. Frost could hurt pumpkins, but there wouldn't be frost until Halloween, not this year with the late heat and all. It was worth a risk for a few rows of them anyhow. Paw was convinced enough to lay in an acre of pumpkins, but no more. Maw allowed that some squash would be nice while we were at it, and some cabbage and lettuce for the garden, they were safe summer and fall planting. Michael agreed, all leafy plants did well growing into the fall.
To my relief, Michael finally yawned and said, "I need to hit the sack now. Woody, show me to your bedroom if you will."
"Sure thing, I'll go to bed too," and I yawned, really, a yawn is contagious! I led the way to my room.
"Maw made me promise to take the outside of the bed," I mentioned when we got there. "I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no, the inside is closest to the window and in this heat, that's a plus." Michael smiled and my body threatened to fall into pieces.
I rallied and said, "It's a hot night. How do you plan to sleep?"
He smiled at me. "How do you plan to sleep?"
"Well...."
"Buck naked, right?" he crooned at me.
"Well...yeah, I was thinking about it, but...."
"Good, me, too." he said and began to get undressed. I was thunderstruck at how easy it was, to get him to undress fully in front of me, he was totally unembarrassed about it. He was pulling off his shoes and socks while sitting on the bed, then stood up and began to unbutton his shirt and I was frankly staring, he looked up at me and said, "Hadn't you better undress, too?"
"Oh!" I said hastily. "Yeah."
He chuckled and it was like singing. "You'll get a chance to stare at everything before I get in bed, I promise."
I flushed and couldn't raise my head now, and I unbuttoned my shirt (I was already barefoot) and removed it and my pants and was down to my briefs when Michael said, "Hey, Woody?"
"Huh?" I replied, not looking up.
"Time to get your peek."
I blinked at that, looked up, and Michael was bare naked, posing for me, full frontal view.
"Here I am, what do you think?" he said with a wide smile.
"Gosh!" was all I could say.
"Big handsome hunk of man meat, right?"
I just nodded, thunderstruck.
"Well, now that you've seen me, I'm getting in bed. Turn out the light when you're in." Michael turned, I saw his buttocks, taut things, two rectangles with dimples deep into them on either side of a lightly haired buttcrack, he crawled in quickly (I saw the hair was denser inside the crack) and he was shuffling over to his side, leaving ample room for me.
I slowly pulled off my briefs and he saw my little dingle and he said, "Nice bit of meat for your age, Woody." I had about three inches in my withered state and I felt better at his words and crawled in, reached out and dowsed the light. We had a full moon and it shone into my window at an angle, my room was on the back southeastern side of the house which faced southwest.
Once I got in bed, Michael said, "Your father doesn't trust me with your sisters, does he?"
"Well...no, he doesn't."
"So you're kind of my gatekeeper to make sure I stay in the bed at night?" Michael continued.
"Uh-huh," I saw no reason to lie to him. "Paw thinks you came here 'cause you got a woman pregnant back home."
"Yeah, well... Maybe, but it ain't entirely my fault," Michael protested. "I see a girl and she smiles at me and comes over to me and makes herself available when we're all alone, you should see how they act, what am I supposed to do? Sure, I take them, I make love to them, but how is that all my fault? Am I supposed to beat them away and run? Refuse to go off with them? I am a man, after all."
Michael turned and pressed himself up against me and I felt the warmth of his cock lying against my skin, he was hard as a rock! "Feel my pecker, Woody? Every derned night it's like this, begging me to give it some fun and I'm so blamed tired of jacking it myself! How many times is a man supposed to jack his rod before he wants someone else to use it on? Does that make me a bad person?"
"I...I don't know, Michael." I said, his confession was unnerving and his warm presence was stirring my senses completely into a whirl of confused emotions I didn't understand.
He reached and got hold of my hand and put it on his dong. I gripped it without meaning to.
"Feel that rod, Woody? Feel how firm it is, how much it wants someone to work it for me, how it longs to have a warm mouth or a warm ass to wrap around it and make it happy? What can I do, Woody? What can I do?"
"Gee, Michael, I don't know," I mumbled.
"I got to have someone I can use for this Woody, someone who will let me plug their mouth and ass. I can't use it on women, not if they're going to get in trouble like they do. So what else can I do, Woody, what else can I do?" he asked.
I still had my hand on his cock, once I got hold of it, I hadn't let go. You have to admit that I was sending Michael very mixed messages, but I was one very confused kid. But looking back on it, I can't blame him for what he did next.
"I know what I have to do, Woody, and I hope you like it," he groaned and he rolled over onto me and began to kiss me hard, his hands holding me and my world really began to swirl like crazy. His legs got on top of me and I found my own body moving to make room, sliding my legs out to let him get his body in between them and his hard prick lay against mine and I felt a surge of desire flood into me and my young pud poked up to meet his.
"Ahhhh, my little friend Woody, I shall show you how I treat those women and you decide how much of a scoundrel I am. Remember that they have willingly given their bodies to me up to this point when I am kissing them," Michael whispered to me. "What I do first is I kiss my way down their bodies, like this." He kissed my lips again and then kissed my cheek and then my neck and worked his way down, the base of my neck, my shoulder, my upper chest. Next, Michael was on my right nipple and he paused there and suckled the tender nipple for a time, eking out the most ecstatic pleasure from it and I moaned. His lips relaxed and his tongue ran around the nub at top and then further around the rim of the areola, and then over to the left nipple where he lavished it with the same ecstatic treatment.
Michael ran into the footboard and pivoted his body around on my bed to perch above me with his knees on either side of my head, then returned to his treatment of my body, kissing and licking his way down my body until he reached my pubic region. "Here, my friend, I must admit that things are very different." he remarked wryly and I had to giggle at that. "But I shall, um, compensate for the differences." He moved to take my young prong in his mouth and I got the first blowjob in my life from him. He wasn't able to move very much on my small prick, but he did a wonderful job of making my world glow from the sensations from the movements of his lips and tongue on my wiener and I was gasping.
Then he moved down to my balls and sucked on them, making them roll around in his mouth, almost juggling them on his tongue, and that was also a terrific, new feeling and I was groaning by then, so when he lifted my legs up in the air and dug his tongue into my little asshole, I was in Heaven. His cock was now dangling in my face and I grasped it in my mouth and bobbed on it, doing the best imitation of what he had done that I could and he gasped and moaned, as he continued to lave my butthole with his soft saliva, it felt like he was gushing his drool into my butt, and it felt wonderful but my motions on his cock were distracting him.
"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh-ahhhh!" Michael broke off on working on my asshole. "Dear Woody, you are making me forget my intentions, but never mind, if you will please let me roll over onto my back for a time, you can grease up my cock with your saliva as I have greased up your butthole, and we can proceed further."
I was woozy with the pleasure enough that I didn't ask questions, and the joy of having my cock sucked was intense, so he rolled onto his back, I got on top of him upside down and he happily took my little pud again to nurse on while I obeyed his stricture to slobber all over his prick as much as I could.
When my drool was running onto his nuts, he said, "Ahhh, that is enough, I think, now, let me put you on your back and get as we were in the beginning and I will show you the greatest joy in the universe."
With a promise like that, I hastily agreed, getting back on my back and letting Michael get on top of me with my legs outside of his and this time, he pulled my legs up to wrap around his body and he hitched them up higher still and then I felt his slobber-coated cock poking at my spit-lubed asshole. "You're going to stick your wiener up my butthole?" I said, finally realizing what he was doing.
"It will be good, Woody, you will see, I will be kind, the pain will be small, trust me, Woody, I do not want to hurt you, haven't I been good to you so far?" Michael said this and more in soothing terms, and I acquiesced and he pushed his glans into me.
It did hurt, but he was right, the slobber did help a lot, making my butt relax instead of fight him, and he got the head inside of me and I gasped without crying out. He paused a moment, and said, "Now I will push further inside, try very hard to relax, no pain is permanent, when you relax, your body will relax, and the pain will stop. Women do the same thing, they can tell you this."
I had to admit the pain of the head in my butt wasn't hurting any more so I nodded and he pushed further into me and I grimaced but told myself, relax, relax and he stopped, and I felt my intestines hurting and shifting and then they stopped hurting. It felt nice, in fact.
"More," I whispered to him.
"Now you understand. Here is more of my manhood," Michael said. He pushed in further and this time there was a lot less pain. I just moaned and he sighed. "Now you have the way of it."
"Feels so good, Mike, so good."
"I can make it feel much better, Woody, much, much better."
"Oh, oh, do it, Mike, make it feel better for me!" I begged him.
Michael began to move his hips, pulling his cock out and pushing it back in and as he did, I found out what he meant by making me feel better, for the movement was a liquid fire of joy. It was like he was painting my bowels with passion, his every stroke drew more pleasure from that source where all delight comes from and he had tapped the ultimate source of it from the very Gates of Glory!
"Oh, oh, oh, Mike!" I moaned as I grabbed hold of his strong body with my arms and hands on his back and my legs compressed his hips, and his smile rained down his beauty into my face.
"Now you see why I have this way with women, can you blame me so much that they want me so bad?" Michael sighed to me. "They want me and they seek me and they beg me to love them, so what else can I do but love them?"
"Oh, oh, I see, Mike, I see!" I moaned. "Now, fuck me harder, Mike, fuck me harder!"
"Yes, my dear Woody, I shall fuck you all that you want as long as I am here with you," he promised me. "I shall love you like this every night!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I crowed. I began to help him stab me even harder and faster, together we were frantically pumping his cock in my ass in the bed, and it was a majestically transforming experience for me, I knew from that moment forward that I would never be content again without having a regular supply of hard man cock in my ass at night. And Michael had promised that to me as long as he stayed with us. God, what a good looking man to come into my life and he was fucking me! Glorious!
I don't know how long we were thrashing and groaning in the bed, but it took a while, then Michael panted and said to me, who was hovering on the cusp of climax, "Hah, hah, hah, hah, Woody, I am about to come!"
"Yeah, yeah, do it, do it, Mike, come in my ass, come in me hard!"
"Yes, and this is how I got the women pregnant! I am not to blame! AHHH-AHHH-AHHH- AHHH, AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Michael gasped and he raised his head, his entire beautiful body in an arcing bow of passion with his cock the arrow, and he fired his shot with the hot bolts of jizz that squirted into my ass, and I felt the hot seed jetting in deep and true, and if there had been an egg inside, they would have found and fertilized it.
I crowed out my own orgasm with an "OH-OH-OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" of happiness and Michael finished his ecstatic squirts of bliss and fell upon me, breathing hard and he stroked me and kissed me tiredly and stroked me languidly, and he rolled off onto his back and breathed a moment.
"I am not to blame, am I?" he asked me.
"No, no, not at all," I hastily agreed. "Anybody would want to do that, absolutely."
"Well, now I am here, I can do it with you, and there will be no unwanted children to deal with, will there."
"Not a one," I agreed and we kissed again.
Michael turned out to be a wonderful addition to our farm and as my three sisters soon married and left our farm to be with their husbands, Paw was more than happy to keep him on as a hired hand. Maw offered him his own bedroom soon as the oldest sister moved out, but that wasn't a real problem, her bedroom was right next to mine, and Michael grew adept at slipping into my room at night and back again without being seen.
And if he did get caught, as he said, it wasn't going to be any fault of his!
THE END
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