----Now that is a title to conjure with. Of course you know PC doesn't refer to computers. It means politically correct.
All this may be interesting to you, but if your under 18, please do not continue here. But no offense, come back yawl when you are older.
Clem Watkins might be considered the quintessential white boy. His pinkish/white skin, his bright blue eyes and his small, cute features, all topped by a thick profusion of ginger colored hair falling over his smooth forehead, might cause a person of color to say, "Everyone has a right to be white, but you abuse the privilege."
Clem was a love, a kind boy, a sweet boy, a boy who believed all the world were his cousins. Thoughts of hate towards kids of different skin shades was totally unknown to him. In fact, often he thought that the two young Mexican brothers that lived in the lower valley beyond his Gramps small farm, were kinda nice. He admired their brown skin and smooth hairless bodies. He liked their bright, dark eyes and shiny dark hair. He often wondered how they'd look totally naked, but then he'd put that out of his mind as it "warrent" 'spectful.
This all American farm boy had other connections beyond his country ways and rural sensibilities. His late dad had fought in WWII and had fathered twin children in Japan. Clem hadn't met them, but he saw pictures, many pictures, as they grew up. They were three years older than Clem, who was eighteen. He studied those pictures. These boys were also brown like those cute Mexican boys, but a different shade of brown. He signed and wondered how these boys looked with no clothes on. He quickly put that out of his mind fearing that Gramps might just guess what he was thinking, 'specially cause his sexual organ had pushed out the crotch area of his warn Bibb overalls.
I tell you all this because Clem was to have an adventure with another person of color. Yet another shade of skin that Clem became plum crazy about. It all happened on the trip he made to the county seat to buy more corn seedings. Gramps allowed him to drive the old Ford truck hisself into town. He sure felt 'portant driving along the road to town.
As he tapped the wheel, keeping time with an old country song he was whistling, he heard a loud thump and the old truck jes died right there on the highway. Clem got out and stood there, his hands on his hips wonderin' jes what to do.
He heard a voice coming from a lone figure up on the ridge, heading down thisaway. "You gotta flat whitey?"
"Not sure, but name's Clem, that whitey person must look lak me."
The boy was now close to the truck. Clem looked him over and almost let out one of his joyful whoops because the stranger had dark skin, sort of a mixture of the color of good soil and red clay.
The darker boy held out his hand. As Clem took it to shake, he noticed that the hand was well formed with long fingers and the palm was lighter color so that when he grasped it, it felt very intimate. "Ma name is Cyrus. Let me pop your trunk."
Clem blushed. It sounded lak the good looking Cyrus wuz suggesting something sexual, but then he understood right away. "Sure, let's pop it together an' look inside."
"It's kinda hot," Cyrus said, as he fanned his hands. "I gotta take off my shirt and use that." He immediately unbuttoned his denim shirt and grabbed it in his hand and pulled the hood up.
Clem staggered back a step or two from the impact of seeing the fine upper body of this handsome dark boy. His muscles stood out and shone in the bright sun. He looked lak the pictures of Greek statues that he had seen in the "G" volume of the "World Book of Knowledge."
Cyrus poked around the engine. "Hah, here's yer trouble, your distributor cap is broke."
"Is that serious?"
"Naw, they is cheap, but we ain't got one." He snapped his fingers, I'll jes call the gas station down the road and git them to bring one here. You got a few dollars to pay fer it?"
"Sure I got my seed buying money. But I don't see any 'phone 'round here."
Cyrus laughed. "I got my cell phone." He took it out and showed it to Clem who laughed.
"You caint use that lil' thing to call. You're jes funning me."
Cyrus realized that this boy was as dumb as a fence post but he had to admit that he sure was pretty. Although he wasn't usually interested in white boys, this one was special. That strong body hardly hidden by the worn overalls and he noticed that one strap was broken and exposed the boy's glossy shoulder and the fabric stood away so that Cyrus could see almost down to the boys ass cheeks. He felt himself getting a little warm and his lustrous mighty cock was beginning to get aroused.
He made the call, to Clem's amazement.
"Hey young farmer, we hafta wait 'bout an hour fer them to git the part and bring it here. What'll be do to pass time." He said that with a small smile on his face and rubbed the middle of his pants.
Clem was innocently at home about sexual things. He had been brung up with farm animals and all was normal to him. He noticed that the slim dark boy was gettin' long and stiff down there and he was 'bout to mention it.
"Well Mr. Cyrus, I could milk you."
"What!" said Cyrus, totally blown away by the sexual suggestion.
"Sure, my brother Sam gits thataway when his girl, Dottie can't drain him. I hep him out. I turn him into a milk cow and jes milk him. Oh my, he sure does lak that." Then turning to Cyrus who was already breathing hard, "Would you lak that to pass the time. We kin go up there under than stand of shade trees. No one kin see us from the road."
"Oh my oh my yes. That sounds real good."
They walked side by side until they were at the shade area. It was nice and cool here. On way hike up Clem's hip would fall against Cyrus's hip and Cyrus was gettin' so worked up, he had trouble talking.
"Here's a good spot. Now Mr. Cyrus, if'n you'll jes remove yer pants and git on this clean grass on yer knees and elbows, we kin do it."
Cyrus stopped dead, his ardor was immediately cooled down. "Wait, you white trash ain't got some idee of man fucking?"
Clem stared at him. "Well, no. I mean to milk you 'an yer goin' to love it." Then thinking hard, he said, "'Course Sam does ask sometimes that I corn hole him. I do lak it, but only when he asks me real hard."
Cyrus still felt worried. He had always resisted being fucked. In fact, he didn't like anyone to touch his rear for fear he might get excited and lose control. But he did love a hand job so he took off his pants and got into the position the dumb hick had suggested.
"Oh Mr. Cyrus you sure have a fine body. Yer nice color makes it even better. I caint hep but notice yer rump area, it's so tight and strong. Those two halves have so much muscle that I kin see right 'tween them to your...well...you know. It has a bit of fine hair round it. That's making me feel real sexual."
Cyrus was furious but also weakened. "Hey rube, don't talk about my ass. And don't touch it. Jes do what you said, what I call wipin' one off."
Clem started to drop his overalls. Cyrus starred at him. "What you doin'?"
"I kin get doin' it better thisaway. I usual git undressed for milkin' the cow too."
Cyrus shrugged, but he peeked at the naked farm boy. His farm muscles were as good as any body builder's. Oh that six pack and his pecs, beautiful. But he stopped thinking as the farm boy's work calloused hand grabbed his hanging prick. He heard the kid say that he was jes lak an udder hangin' there and he know'd it were full of milk. "It's a long udder too. Now bossy, git ready to give milk."
Clem lightly slapped the hard ass cheek on his right and heard Cyrus cry out. "Now Mr. Cyrus, that's caint have hurt. It was just a tap, lak this. I allus do this on the cows in the barn."
Cyrus felt his ass rocking from the slaps. He had to stop this. He cleared his throat several time and finally hoarsely called out "Dummy, jes my cock, leave my ass alone, it's causing me trouble."
"Now I don't see what trouble, Mr. Cyrus. It's a real beauty and could win first prize at the country fair if they had judging for boy's asses. Now this place 'tween, it feels so nice to run my hand up and down and go past that kinda mouth there that seems to be kissing the air."
Cyrus was moaning from the fabulous attention. His penis was dripping pre cum from excitement and Clem had scooped up some and he was using it to lubricate his palm as he squeezed and stroked the moaning boy's organ.
Cyrus whispered something. "I caint hear that, friend. What?"
A rasping whisper came from the shaking boy. "You can do a little bit with you finger. Not too much, and stop when I say."
Clem laughed in pleasure. He loved gittin' this fine boy 'cited. He immediately went to that sweet puckered hole and ran his finger all around many times. Cyrus was making little yelping sound and his muscular back broke out in a dripping sweat.
"What did you say? I should stop?"
"No," croaked the heaving boy, "You kin try a little finger inside, but stop when I say."
"Oh that's jes fine. I know jes how Sam laks it too."
Clem couldn't stop giggling with pleasure seeing how much the handsome darker boy was enjoying his finger work. First he put only up to the knuckle and searched around in there for that nature's electrical switch that he had found when playing with his brother. He knew that he found it when Cyrus reared up and howled. "What the living fuck did you just do.k Ah my, oh shit boy you are turning me into a womanly man. I can hardly stand it. You gotta do it."
"It, do what?" Clem asked, but he really half knew what the heaving boy was asking.
The answer came in a strangled voice, "Fuck me."
"Could you say that again, you were all choked up."
"I got a knife in my pants over there. I'll cut you if you don't stick your prick into my
Laughing heartily the pretty farm boy got into position behind his bottom boy's rump and put the head of his juicy prick at the vibrating hole. The hole opened wide in greeting. "I git you." Clem said. "You want me to move forward."
The hole opened wider and Cyrus pushed his ass back toward Clem and in one moment, whooping wildly Cyrun felt himself impaled on that country prick. He was wailing and singing gibberish as that magic cock moved back and forward bringing him to heaven.
Now remember the truck? It was still sitting down there but now there was a big fellow holding a box that contained the part. He wasn't sure if he should snap it in because the owner of the truck wasn't there. Then he cocked his ear as he heard loud love cries coming from a stand of trees up the hill. He headed up that way.
He was a dude of about twenty four and had formerly played defense for the local football team. He was also dark in color like Cyrus. In fact, they were neighborhood friends. He had always had a hankering for the slim Cyrus but he hid he sexual interest but now...
He came upon a handsome blond white boy porking his friend. And what was more amazing, Cyrus was enjoying it. William, that's his name was an impulsive fellow. He pushed Clem off his perch and Clem rolled onto the grass. He saw the big fellow, taking off his pants and shaking his gigantic prick that was a big as a farm rake handle. Cyrus looked over his shoulder and said, "Uh uh. I am doubly sunk."
Without more talk, William sunk his weapon into the loose hole with one motion. "Whoop!" cried Cyrus but as the big organ sawed back and forth he was transported into an orbit of pleasure.
Poor Clem was left high and dry, but being a good fellow, he came around and patted William on the head. "You two fellas look real good together. I think you both are gonna make a lot of milk. I guess I'll just wait 'til you're finished and git my truck fixed."
But William liked double duty. His arm flew out and pulled the farm boy toward him. It a second, the big fellows mouth was around the white cock and the big tongue was swirling around the leaky cock.
"Oh my land, You kin do that lak nobody in the world. I'm about to deliver a quart and a half. I hope yer ready."
Good to his word, he began spewing sweet boy cum. William swallowed and the taste just pushed him into his mighty orgasm. With a lion's roar he began hosing Cyrus's hot passage with his cum. Cyrus felt it and he screamed that he was cumming. He wet the grass below him with six spirts of cum.
"Now that was a fine time we had." Clem said, holding out his hand to the big guy who was breathing loudly. Then he went to Cyrus. "Mr. Cyrus, I'll allus 'member you and your fine body, but now I gotta get to work and git the seed. Kin you please fix the ol' truck?"
William hauled his body up and pulled on his britches. With Cyrus supervising, they got the truck running. Clem waived goodbye and called out, "If'n yer up my way, stop by fer some real cow's milk, or..." He laughed, "A milkin"
He thought to himself, "What fine men those two are. I sure wuz lucky to run 'crost them."
End