This title may sound like a bucolic yarn about rural golf, it ain't no way no how. It's a story for older boys, boys over 18. If'n yur a youngin' under 18, go away and tend to the milkin'.
Granddad surprised Wesly on his 18th birthday with an automobile, that he pronounced autoMObile to the salesman's delight, as he said, "It's got a good round number, 100,000 miles and just about to get young again as it turned to one. There were a few dents and scratches on the ten-year old Ford that had fixed up with paint that did exactly match. Inside the car smelled heavily of cigar smoke. "You see," the salesman said, "The guy was one of those rich expensive cigar smoking millionaires."
In any event, the car drove pretty good on the way back to the farm. Gramps hid it in the old unused barn.
The morning of Wesley's birthday Gramps came into the boy's room. It had been a hot July night and the little bedroom under the attic eaves heated up greatly and Wes was laying on top of the covers, totally naked, his long pink sex organ lying comfortable and slightly puffed out on the smooth pink-white hip bone. Most of the rest of his body was tan as Wes did a lot of the work in his under shorts since no one was around for miles.
He rubbed his eyes. Gramps marveled at what a good looking boy he turned out to be. He had that nice straw colored hair that seemed to fall just perfect over his pale blue eyes. He was born with perfect straight, gleaming white teeth that showed nicely was he smiled with his pink, full mouth. And that body, all long muscle, no bulgy muscles, and smooth as polished silk. He had nice thick blond hair showing as his arm was flung upward on the pillow and down in his private place, his public hair lay perfectly, as if trimming above his sex. His full ball sack was smooth and two large testicles moved as he slept.
Gramps loved the boy. And he was a good boy. Without his help on the farm, it would have been impossible to keep it going. Wesley was always willing to do what was asked and would reply to any request, "Yessir, right away."
Gramps took the sheet and placed it over the boy's nakedness so he wouldn't be embarrassed when he woke up. "Mornin' Wes, and a happy birthday to you."
Wesley opened his sleepy eyes and then seeing his grandpa, he smiled. "Thanks Gramps. This is an 'portant one. I'm legal!"
"Yur allus' bin legal. Yur ma and pa were married proper. Don't be silly."
Wesley laughed. His Gramps was so proper and all. He liked to fun him.
"I got a special breakfast fer you, git yur self in yur best overalls and git washed and pee and come on down."
Wesley poured water from the pitcher into the bowl and used a cloth to wipe his testicles and penis, sticky from the heat, then his arm pits and then his face. He sniffed his pits. They smelt a bit like soap and a little like himself. That was satisfactory. He smiled into the little cracked mirror over the toilet bowl as he pissed a thick yellow stream into the tin commode. He thought that it was a lucky thing that Gramps hadn't come in an hour earlier. Wesley had discovered a wonderful thing about himself. When he pee pee got stiff and he rubbed it and kept rubbing it past the time he began to feel funny, that he moved into a wonderful, magical place where he heard faint singing and he got hot all over and his pee pee shot out milky stuff that tasted kind of sweet. After it was over, he usually fell into a deep sleep. This discovery was his own birthday present to himself.
It was a special breakfast. Buck wheat pancakes and cane super syrup and for the first time real coffee.
"Now boy, yur a man, drinkin' coffee like a grownup."
Gramps was giggling. This was unusual behavior for him. He was ordinarily grave and dignified. "I jus' caint hold on. I got a big present for yur birthday and it's in the old barn."
They trooped out there, Wesley being careful with his bare feet, not to step on thistle that grew there. He flung open the old door and there was a big object, covered with tarps. He pulled off the tarps and saw the Ford, it's chrome shining in the morning light.
Wesley was a good boy, a sensitive boy, a boy who knew when he was appreciated. He sat down on an old milk can, put his face in his hands and wept, his strong shoulders shaking.
"What's wrong boy. I guess you hate the present. It's not a new car, I know, but it's a good un."
"I'm cryin' cause I'm so happy. I alus wanted a car. I dreamed of takin' trips into the county seat, to the movies and such, maybe take a gal in the car to spark her."
Gramps was relieved. He told him that the first thing he had to do was do get a driver's license. "First you take a test. You oughta pass easy as you bin driving that tractor."
Wesley decided that he'd do that today. He backed it out. The motor was like music to his ears. In a few turns he was on the state highway, heading for the county seat and the back of the court house when they gave the tests.
The old lady at the desk frown at him. "You country boys are so ignorant. Your not supposed to drive here until you have your license. Now I'm giving you an application to fill out and then take it outside to one of the men who do the testing."
The paper had so many questions on it, but he managed to fill it out after the lady three times sent him back because of missing info. He was so polite and sweet and good looking that her material instincts came to the fore and her helped him out and even forgave some missing information on it.
He thanked her politely. She had a strong urge to kiss her tan, smooth cheek, but she resisted.
Our back there were several men in black pants and blue shirts with patches on the shoulder. One of men, a young fellow, ran over to the boy. "You here for a test. Give me your papers. Just 18, nice. You a virgin driver?"
"Yessir, virgin everythin' Gramps don't agree with sex for folks until they're 18. I guess that'll be somethin' I'll look into after a kin drive legally."
Wesley and the tester got into the car. "It's old, but it sounds okay. Nice backseat for takin' the girl and parking in the moonlike." Wesley blushed so cutely that the tester momentarily was speechless.
Wesley took notice of the handsome, uniformed man. He had a nice fresh sweat odor from the heat and a sweat stain under each arm. The boy guessed the man must be only a few years older than he was. He had a neat haircut, sort of like a marine and under his nose grew a light trimmed light colored mustache. Wesley thought he might someday like a mustache but he had no hair on his face at all.
"Now put your hands on the wheel like this," the man said. He took the boys large farm boy hands with the slight callusing into his and held them a bit, then placed them on the wheel. Wesley read the man's badge, "Frank". He noticed that Frank was breathing a little noisily and he put his hands into the top of his pants and adjusted something big there.
"Okay friend, start her up and pull it out, I mean pull off, I mean pull out."
Wesley did it fine. He parked like an expert. After all, he had to back that tractor into the barn and steer round boulders and stuff.
"One more thing Wesley, pull off into the grove of trees. I want to see if you can drive on a dirt road. Yeah back here outa sight. Now isn't this nice?"
Wesley turned off the engine to let it and him cool off. "Yep, it's nice and cool and shady.
Frank squirmed around in the seat. "I don't know what's with me today. I keep getting' a hard on."
Wesley smiled in a friendly fashion. "Yessir, I know jes' what you mean. I think five or more times a day my friend down here gets long and hard and jes' begs fer some 'tention. Now ifn you got that powerful feelin' you ought to haul it out and pass yer hand back and forth until it sorta gives milk."
"You wouldn't mind? You wouldn't tell my superviser?"
"Naw why should I. It's normal. He does it too, don't you think?"
"I guess so." He opened his belt and with some difficulty pulled down his tight black uniform pants.
Wesley watched with interest. He had never seen another male's organ and his anticipation was making his own real hard.
The man's pants were down, revealing bright white underwear briefs. Wesley admired them. He never bothered with underwear. Frank's face was red from excitement. "Should I take the briefs down?"
Wesley was definitely interested. "Yessir, I would admire to see yer sexual organ." He spoke in a somewhat choked voice and that sexy feeling was beginning to come over him like before when he had to rub himself.
"Okay, here goes." The while briefs moved down to his knees exposing his hairy thighs and his profuse public bush, being blond somewhat like his mustache. Wesley thought that was real pretty to see. Wesley also noticed that he was breathing real hard, especially seeing the long penis it's shiny cherry colored head oozing a drop of milky stuff.
Frank looked over at him. "You seem real interested. What don't you take yours out?"
Wesley was real anxious to do so as his organ was trapped in a fold of his overalls. He opened the few brass button front, lifted himself from the seat and allowed them to slide down to his ankles. He was nude except for his heavy work boots. Frank let out a moan of appreciation. "Friend, you got a great body and your cock is about the nicest I've ever seen. Do you think I might touch it?"
"Well sur, hep yer self, I don't mind."
Frank kept one hand stroking his rampant cock and the other hand he touched the tip of the rapidly lengthening cock of the innocent farm boy. As soon as Franks hand closed around the upper portion of the Wesley's stiff organ, he felt a mighty thing take over. His eyes rolled back and he began a soft cooing. He liked it more than anything he could ever imagine. Frank laughed. "You really get off on this. Have you ever fooled around with a man before?" Wesley croaked out that he hadn't and then pleaded with Frank to keep doing what he was doing and not to talk so much.
"Okay lad, I give you Frank's special stroke." He began a corkscrew motion up and down the boy's shaft. Wesley was moaning like a cow birthing. Frank was so overcome with the cuteness of the handsome boy that he leaned in a placed his lips against the boy's hot, puffy lips. At first Wesley jumped back, then he made a humming sound of pleasure and kissed back. Soon tongues came into play and Wesley was off spinning in lust. He knew that he had to allow the milk to come soon, otherwise he'd go nuts.
"Please Mr. Frank. Move yer hand real fast and make the milk come."
Frank took his hand away figuring he had the boy where he wanted him. "You really want to cum, then first you gotta get me off. Take your hand and do what I did to you."
Wesley saw that it was the only option he had. He left his penis sticking up in the air, gently pulsing with his heartbeat. He reached out his big hand and enclosed Frank's long hairy cock. Frank moaned in appreciation. Wesley was pleased he could make the young inspector happy with his hand. He stroked up and down the way he liked. Then he took notice of the man's ball sack and he remembered that he had gotten to like fooling with his own. He grabbed it gently and tickled and stroked it. Frank was now crowing in pleasure. "Oh you dog, you got me droolin' over your method. I'm not too far from spewing. You got a tissue?"
"No sir, but you can use that windshield wiping rag in the side pocket ifn you want, but I think I gave you enough pleasure and now kin you please finish what you started with me?"
Frank sighed in resignation. The boy was no patsy when it came to finding his own pleasure. He'd have to get him to shoot and then get him to finish himself off. To do the job quickly he decided to use his mouth. Frank was an experienced cock sucker. The kid won't last long. He leaned over the boy's lap. The smell was delicious. Farm boys sure smell good. It must be the good food and outdoors. He opened his lips and took the head of Wesley's cock into his mouth and sucked lightly. Wesley felt shivers of pleasure running up and down his back and his thighs lifted from the seat. Frank knew he had the boy on a roll. He allowed the cock to enter his mouth so that his nose was right against the boy's pubic bone and kept licking and swirling. Wesley had long since lost a sense of where he was. Ever bit of his mind was focused on that delicious sensation he was feeling. Then Frank delivered the final expert move. He let the cock in his mouth move down into his throat and held it there, swallowing rapidly. That did it. Wesley screamed loudly and began a fucking motion with his strong smooth thighs, then he locked and began spewing into Frank's eager mouth, sweet farm spooge, over and over Frank swallowed. Finally nothing more came out. He allowed the boy's cock to slip from his mouth. "You see, if you use your mouth, you don't need a rag or anything." Wesley had to allow the sense to that and said, "So you mean I oughta do that suckling thing on you. I never did it. I am feared I might do it badly."
Frank assured him that he would instruct him, after all he was a public official. So with a resigned sigh, Wesley moved over and took the man's hard cock into his mouth. It had a bit of a sour taste, but as his saliva flowed from the unexpected pleasure of sucking, it seemed to taste better, then the cock in his mouth began leaking sweet tasting precum. Wesley hummed in appreciation.
Frank was transported by the virgin mouth and the innocent boy whose beautiful smooth back and shoulders were exposed to his gaze. He rubbed the boy's back and could feel the strong muscles underneath.
"I can't hold on too much long Wes. Are you ready for a delivery from my dairy?" Wesley grunted in accent and soon the cock in his mouth grew longer and harder and Frank was cursing and moaning. "You fuckin' hick. You shithead, you're giving the best head I ever got." His body stiffened and he screamed out his orgasm as he spew thick ropes of cum into the boys mouth. Wesley swallowed, he didn't know what else to do. Finally the car quieted down.
Wesley asked in a small voice, "Does this mean I don't git a license?"
"Naw sweet boy, I think you deserve it, even a truck license."
When he got back to the farm, Gramps greeted him at the gate. "Did you pass? Did you get it?"
Wesley told him that the test man was very generous and helpful and he gave it to him and he didn't have to suck up to him as Grampa suggested. Well anyway not the way Gramps meant.
The other good news was that Matty, Wesley's cousin who he hadn't seen in three years was coming for a visit for a week. "He'll be here tomorrow."
Wesley remembered the 16 year old kid, skinny and young for his age. He liked him a lot and remembered the Matty was very affectionate and when they slept together than Matty would hold him and sleep with his head on Wesley's chest. He liked the affection, but that was the first time he became aware of his penis getting harder and he had to be careful not to let Matty know.
End of part one. Who will know more about m/m sex? Matty? Wesley?