+++You're thinking that milk builds strong bones. True, but among this crowd that has a different meaning. That's why you must, if you are under 18, leave. nacherly (farm boy spelling) you are welcome after that important birthday.
Seth, seventeen, and his brother Pick, nineteen, were orphans after the death of Gramps six months earlier. Of course they were pretty grown up and all, still with Seth still in high school and the many tasks on the farm, they were almost too busy. Also, even with their hard work, the farm was hardly producing a profit and the boys were pretty strapped for money.
To Seth, trouble was that most of the duties fell on his. He was a cheerful boy and didn't complain, but Pick was moody and a bit lazy. Seth loved him though, especially those nights when the lanky, skinny, bony Pick would get all sexy and nice to him. Deep down he knew that it was only because Pick was so horny, just like the bull in the pen at times. Still when Pick put out his slim arms and invited Seth into his bed, it was heaven, especially on cold nights when the slim boy's body felt so hot and smooth. It plus drove Seth crazy with wantin'.
One day, Pick had been drowsing on the couch. He explained that he was up all night listenin' to the radio and was worn out. "We need a meetin' young Seth. The work is too hard for us n' the money ain't a comin' in."
Seth opened his eyes wide, impressed with his brother's serious tone. "What you think we should do, Brother?"
"We got to sell our milk."
"Wahl we do bring it to the dairy when we have a lot."
"Yes, but that's the least ways to make money. We got to eliminate the middle man."
Seth's handsome face clouded up in unaccustomed thought. He smoothed his dark blond hair away from his perfect forehead and allowed it to fall back in a shaggy frame for his lustrous blue eyes. Pick used to avoid a direct stare by Seth cause he could win any argument with those eyes lookin' at him. "You mean yur gonna go out sellin' our milk, knockin' on doors?"
"Yep, 'ceptin' it's you gonna do it." He came over to his handsome brother and cupped his chin with the single dimple and stroked the boy's cheek with his thumb. He knew that Seth grew weak when he did that and would usually agree to anything. "Yer the handsome one of the family. I know'd you kin sell lots of milk. Onct we git some money together we kin trade in that old rusty truck."
So Seth, without too much help, more lak directions from Pick, he got the day's milk into glass bottles they had bought, stamped the lid "certified" and filled two twelve-bottle carriers. "This'll be a trial run," Pick told Seth. As Seth put the bottles in the truck bed and climbed into the sagging driver's seat, Pick gave his cheek a quick stroke and wished him luck. Seth drove away, his sexual organ stiff and pressing against his rough overall crotch.
As he drove into the suburbs ringing the county seat, the sun began to warm his bare should on the driver's side, his shoulder bare because the brass button that used to hold it fell off and he never could find a way of replacing it. 'Sides it made it easier to get ready for bed with just one button to open and no underwear.
He decided to stop at the first house on the right. It was a two-story white stucco house with a handsome garden bordering the long driveway. He stopped at the circular drive at the front door and hefted his milk carrier over his shoulder, he big arm muscle bulging out from the weight. He rang the doorbell. It was about eight o'clock in the morning. The bell produced heavy impressive chimes. No answer. He waited, then he finally rang again.
The door opened and there stood a young guy, maybe about Seth's age. He had a bit of fuzzy beard on his good looking face. His hair was mussed from sleeping and his eyes looked slitty and red. He was wearing only white briefs and he stood there looking at Seth as he scratched his balls. "Who you?"
"Sir, I'm hear to sell my milk, the finest in Wells County. It's only $1.50 a quart, certified."
The lad, James by name stared into the blinding blue eyes of the farm boy. He found he could hardly speak, the stranger so impacted on him and roused his animal nature completely. Finally he hoarsed out, "I'll buy your milk. Not the milk in the bottle, but the milk in your prick. How much?"
Seth rocked on his feet. He was no ignorant person. He knew what milk the boy was speaking about. He also knew that he and his brother need money. Smiling broadly with his gleaming white teeth, his full lips pulled into a smile, he said, "Well I reckon my milk on today's market could go for 'bout ten dollars." He watched the boy's face, ready to lower the price if there was an objection.
The boy smiled and rubbed his growing bulge. "Done!"
He could believe his luck as he took the farm boys big rough hand and led him into the house. "There's no one home but me. You can howl all you want, from enjoyment."
That pleased Seth. He liked to talk at lot during sex. He stood there in the parlor wondering what to do next. "Drop your clothes, dummy and get yourself hard. Here's the tenner."
Seth didn't like the crudeness of the young fella but work is work. He gasped the bill in his hand and unbuttoned the one shoulder. His well washed overalls cascaded down around his knees, exposing his smooth muscular legs and big feet. His prick was already on the rise and the pink head was already peaking out of his foreskin. He found he was breathing a little heavier and looking forward to the boy's ministrations.
"Kin I call you Jimmy? It sounds more friendly lak."
"You can call me anything you like, but once I get you going, you won't be able to think about things like that." As he finished the sentence he fell to his knees and pushed his face into the young farmer's crotch, moaning with excitement as he smelled the fresh odor of youth and health. He felt the plumb cock begin to expand and bump against his chin. Above him he heard the kid farmer beginning to keen in a country song. The prick began to dew up and Jimmy thought that he had never tasted anything so sweet. It went to his brain like a drug and before he knew it, he was acting like a pig, licking and sucking the sweet flesh stick like a whore.
Seth was pleased with the nice feelings that skittered up and down his spine and the feeling of the pre cum dripping out in copious quantities. After awhile, he felt that he was on the brink of delivering his milk, but the old problem kept him unable to push over. He moaned and groaned in frustration, his boyish passion sound driving Jimmy nuts. His own cock was vibrating with impending orgasm. He earnestly wanted the gorgeous dirt boy to cum first. He pulled away with great difficulty and croaked out to Seth. "What's wrong, you fucking hick? Why don't you blast away? I know I suck a good cock."
Seth took a deep breath. He hated confessing personal things, but the moment called for it. "Mr. Jimmy. I can't deliver the milk by just your wonderful milking mouth. I need some loving."
Jimmy looked at the boy with amazement. "What kind of loving?" He said softly, beginning to fall in love with the living statue he was pleasuring.
Almost in a whisper Seth said, "You might kiss me on my lips."
"Okay sweetheart, if that's what it'll take to get your rocket off, I'm willing, but don't make it too sentimental and not for too long."
Jimmy stood up. His shirt was open and his pants were down at his shoes. His fat cock was dripping pre cum wildly. Seth put his warm bare arms around the rich boy's shoulders and placed his puffy lips against Jimmy's. As soon Jimmy's lips were pressed, he lost since of being in charge. He fell heard over heels into that kiss. Seth's big, smooth hot tongue worked its way insolently into the city bois mouth. Jimmy's heard was spinning. He was gulping and sobbing in passion. Suddenly he felt his cock begin to pulse. He tried to stop it, but it began spewing streams of cum onto Seth's smooth belly. Seth laughed in glee. "That's feels so wonderful, so hot and slippery. Give me more, more."
Jimmy finally stopped cuming. He sags weakly and Seth held him up. "I didn't deliver my milk so I guess I have to give the ten back."
"Naw keep it. It was work it. Now get on your way."
Seth got dressed and took his milk carrier in his hand and walked along the marble foyer to the front door. "Bye Mr. Jimmy. Call us if'n you want some cow milk."
End part one
Well now ten dollars to the good. What adventures lie ahead?