+++if you are under 18, especially if you are very much so, you probably snorted at the title. You and love don't mix. But, if you are over 18, you may have loved already and you know it's one of the most powerful things on Earth.
Dud, short for Dudley, was your all American farm boy. He went to school like other fellas, but he was tied to the family farm for chores. It wasn't a big farm, only 200 acres. The income was small, from selling milk to the cooperative and the harvest of watermelons sold at the farmer's market.
It was there, at the weekly market, that Dud came across Bobby Watson.
Dud had trucked in the wagon load of melons and stacked them up in his space near the entrance. It was lucky that he had a spot near the beginning of the exhibits because totting those heavy monsters he grew would have been a terrible task.
On the first day, a beautiful June day, Dud was sitting on one of his melons ready to do business when the market opened. He was a little sleepy because he had gotten up to load the wagon at four o'clock, and too the warm sun was getting to him. His heavy blond lashed eyes were at half mast and his full pink lips were slack with drowsiness. Any guy seeing this handsome boy with his ginger colored hair shining in the sun and the glossy skins of his shoulders exposed by his Bibb overalls would have thrown an instant hard on.
If this mythical person came closer, he would smell the clean hay and milk smell of the boy. If he was a little pervy, he might notice the bulge from the thick penis, in the warn fabric of the overalls.
This was one gorgeous, innocent, busting with health boy! Now there was one fella who did notice him. That was ol' Bobby Watson. Bobby was Dudley's age, nineteen, but he was far from innocent, being a city boy whose family had just bought the old mansion on Main Street. "Dad plans to use it as a vacation home so he can recover from the tension of making money on Wall Street."
Dud wasn't sure where Wall Street was or what town it was in, but he sure knew that when his eyes landed on Robby Watson, that he had discovered pure gold.
Bobby was a tall boy, about 6'4". He was most often dressed in tennis clothes as he was almost seeded this year as a pro. He wore his shiny black hair in a kind of Buster Brown style a bit like those Chinese martial arts guys. His dark brown eyes peeked through his forehead hair and his thick, straight eyebrows tangled in his bangs.
Dud immediately checked out those long slim muscled legs that propelled Bobby on the court. He thought he had never seen anythin' as nice.
Bobby had a smile that brought on an early dawn but it lacked Dud's innocense. It was a knowing smile, a smile that had seen some pretty wild sex.
Bobby's evaluation of the cute farm boy perched on the water melon was tame. He thought, "there's one cute boi. A hick I guess, but could, with the right combo of approaches, be had.?"
Dud's reaction at seeing Bobby was like he was kicked in the head. He got dizzy. He hyperventilated, he drooled and he got an erection. This boy walking nearby seemed to Dud to be the most desirable sexual being he had ever seen.
Dud had enjoyed his share of sexual stuff with his friends. He was an expert "milker". He never thought of it as a hand job, but his friends longed for his attention. He had also done a bit of corn holing; always the fucker, never the fuckee.
His corn flower blue eyes were sending sparkles right across the space that Bobby was heading. Soon Bobby's slim legs carried him close to the pile of melons and to the farm boy staring and smiling at him.
"Nice melons," he said and thought it sounded silly. He did want to make some contact with the tow head, maybe he could seduce him.
"I'd admire if'n you'd hep yourself. No charge."
Now Bobby thought that was real nice. What would he do with a whole melon. He wasn't sure he really liked melons anyway, but this was a way of getting that boy under his spell. Now he was close, he was getting really hot over the boy.
"I really appreciate your generosity. I'm Bobby Watson. You?"
"Oh, I get it. I'm Dudley Manly."
"I don't think I could carry one of those hundred pound melons home. How did you get them off your truck?"
"I jes did. I'm pretty strong. Here friend, feel this arm muscle."
Bobby put his slim, cool hand on the muscle. It felt great, smooth and alive. He had to get into this kid's pants. He was longing to lick him all over. Now this was not his usually self. He was always cool and let the boys come to him.
"Heck Mr. Bobby I'd be proud to tote this here one, a prize winner to yer house fer you."
Dudley hoisted the heavy fruit up to his broad shoulder and began walking behind Bobby who said, "It's only off Main Street."
"It that where that Wall Street is?"
Bobby laughed and messed up Dud's hair affectionately. "No, Wall Street is down up in New York City. Hey Dud, did you realize that there is something special about our names. Dud and Bob, they are palindromes."
Dud said, happy that they had soomethin' in common, "I have no idee 'bout that, but I'm pleased to hear it."
Finally they reached the house. It was a large, white Victorian wooden mansion. Bobby opened the gate and they walked around to the rear. He knocked on the kitchen door and it was opened by a large woman who greeted him warmly.
"We got a watermelon here for dinner."
"I see," said the woman, who Dud found out was named Sadie. "Come in you two. It's a warm day. How about some fresh lemonade?"
"Good," said Bobby, and turning to Dud, "You okay with that?"
"Oh sure, I lak lemonade, I had it one time two years ago."
Sadie suppressed a smile and Bobby laughed aloud. "Hey farm boy, you better put that melon over there on the counter."
Dud did so. "Whew, it wuz gettin' a bit heavy."
Sadie clucked, "My oh my, you are one strong boy."
They took their glasses of lemonade upstairs to Bobby's room. Dud had never seen anything like this outside of the movies. There was a real wide bed, but it was lost in that big room. There was, to Dudley's eyes, a real living room inside the bedroom as there was a couch and two large easy chairs there. That's where they sat.
"Are you afraid to leave your booth unattended?" Bobby asked.
"No siree, I have two days to sell off the melons and they always sell out. 'Sides, folks around here jes' put the money in the milk can and take a melon."
Bobby watched as Dudley sipped his lemonade. The way his tongue whipped out to lick his pink, full lips was a bit disconcerting. Bobby found that he was taking full breaths and sold of sighing. He usually was in total command of himself, but this dumb boy was getting under his skin.
Dudley finished his drink and threw his head back to get the remainder, exposing his smooth, tan neck and small Adam's apple bobbing. When he righted his head, there was Bobby right next to him. There was an intense look on his face. Finally he threw his arms around the farm boy's neck and pressed his lips against the boy's full ones. He felt like he was diving into heaven as those lips met his.
As for the farm boy, his head spun and he allowed himself to fall into the kiss. It was the sweetest thing he had ever felt. Without thinking or planning it, his pink tongue found its way through the other boy's hot lips and it met the other one's tongue.
They kissed and hugged for a long time until both were sagging with passion and stepped away from each other, starring with wonder at the experience.
Dudley noticed that Bob's white tennis shorts were pushed out from a erection. Dudley also was hard and pulsing. He remembered his manners. "You need a milkin' dear friend?"
"What?"
"You want me to ease yer stiffness?"
Bobby was amazed at the ease in which the rural kid talked about wanking. "I guess, maybe, yeah."
Then sit here on this fine couch next to me and slip off yer white shorts and what's underneath. I, myself, don't use them under things, it only makes more laundry."
When Bobby slipped his shorts down his long legs, Dud was surprised to see that the boy wasn't wearing those underwear things but he had an elastic thing somethin' like Gramps truss.
As he slid it off, he asked what it was. "Thanks a jock strap, all athletes wear them."
"Why's that?"
"It keeps your balls from flopping around when you're playing a sport."
Dud reached out and let Bobby's ball sac fall on his palm. "Yessiree, they is heavy and real nice."
He kept lifting and feeling them on his palm until Bobby was breathing like a bellows.
"Am I hurtin' you Bobby?"
"No," he groaned out, it feels kinda nice. You like my junk?"
"Oh, don't say that. Yur penis is a beauty, best I ever did see, and you already know I am fond of yur pouch here. But let me milk you now. You ready?"
Bobby was sighing and half moaning as he husked agreement. In a moment those farm roughened hands gently moved up and down his shaft and squeezed slightly. The boys eyes shut tight from the effect and his mouth gaped open and his tongue lolled out.
Dudley giggled with pleasure. He loved to make a boy feel good, especially this boy who he felt deeply about.
Soon Bobby was almost crying in pleasure. His elegant curved penis was throbbing with excitement. He put his hand on the farm boy's hand. "You better stop, I'm getting too close."
"Oh that's fine, I'll ketch yer milk an' it won't git on the couch here."
"No that's not why I'm stopping you." He put his smooth hand on Dudley's hot cheek, "I don't want to cum like this. I want to be inside you."
Now Dudley was worried. He was terrified of ever having something put into his ass hole, but he did dearly love this boy. He stood thinking a long while. Bobby kissed him again and rubbed his back and shoulders encouragingly. Finally the farm boy gave his answer.
End Part One