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Clement Briggs was 18 today, the day of his college interview. Clement confused everyone. Although he dressed and spoke like a farm boy hick, he was actually a real smart fellow. His marks in high school were off the graph. "I would gladly give him an A plus if we could," said Agnes Pettergrew, his grade advisor, who often felt warm in her southern extremities when she met with him. She thought that his purity of his skin and his corn-flower blue eyes would be missed when he graduated this year. Clement was outstanding in math and was already taking college courses, when it came to essay questions he wrote like an English scholar. How did he do this? Well, Clement thought of standard English as another subject to learn, like French, and to use it in school, not in his ordinary life. "Shucks, Gramps would tan my hide if'n I spoke so. He'd think I was makin' fun of my farm town and the folks in it."
Yes, Clement, or Clem as everyone called him was smart in book learning, but a true innocent when it came to relationships, especially sex. At his little high school in Pine Corners, the girls dreamed about him at night, he could have had anyone of them by just asking. But that never occurred to him. He was too polite with his "yes mams" and such. His classmates, at least two of them, had made broad hints to Clem, but they seemed to go over his head. However, his cousin on his moma's side, who visited for a week each summer was more direct. When they shared the bed, Curtis warmed the boy up and they had some hot times.
Ms. Pettergrew advised Clem to make an application to Wesley College and see if he could get a full scholarship. Gramps could ill afford the expense of college. Clem was elated to get a letter giving an appointment for the following week for an interview. Gramps read the letter and said, "Now youngun it doesn't say you are admitted, it says the interview is just part of the admission process. So, don't git yur self into an uproar. Jes' take each steps ata time."
Now Wesley was an unusual college. You won't see guys in chinos and blazers. It was experimental and very informal. The students were poor kids who dressed the best the could and the professors were very open in the way they dressed and acted. When Clem got off the bus and walked up the long path to the administration building he could see knots of students relaxing between classes. Some were sharing a cigarette that sent waves of odor to Clem, odors like pine and such. And there were other student acting real friendly. One couple were doing what Clem had seen on the farm: mating. Two students were walking in front of him and they were holding hands, except they were two boys.
The girl at the desk told him to go down the hall and knock on the door marked "Interviews". Now Wesley was relaxed about the interviewers. They used senior student, believing that a peer could judge best.
"Come in" a young male voice called out. Clem entered and was greeted by a young looking guy sitting at a table. Clem noticed that the young man was real handsome and he was dressed in tight, very brief shorts, exposing his well developed, slightly hairy legs.
He stood up and leaned across the table and offered his hand for a shake. Clem proffered his big, tan, farm boy hand. It felt great to the interviewer and he had to clear his throat a few times to speak. "I'm Robert, and I'll give you a short interview. If it goes well, I'll send you on to the bursar."
Clem was impressed with the nice moustache the fellow had, and the little goatee. It made him feel all excited in the sexual organ part of his body. As for Robert, he was floored by the beauty in front of him. He took in the strong muscle in his upper arm, bulging out the smooth, tan skin. As for the boy's face, it was excellent, sandy hair, long eye lashes and the mouth, that really got him, puffy and pink, sexy and kissable. Robert was a gay boy and a hot one, always ready for a little fun.
Clem sat down on the chair at the table. Robert's bare legs protruded a little onto Clem's side and met Clem's bare knees with his own warm one, that moved a little during the interview, disconcerting Clem due to his stiff organ cramped in his cutoff overalls.
Robert asked the usual questions and talked about Clem's plans for the future and then he came to the more personal questions. Now these were not on the proctor's query sheet. This was an interpolation of Robert's when he found the interviewee cute. "Clenent, may I call you Clem? The next set of questions is very personal and I do not write down your answers. The first question: Are you a virgin?"
Clem wasn't sure what he meant, when he asked. "Have you had sex?"
"Oh, nossir. I don't think gals are interested in a dirt kicking farmer."
"What about males?"
"Well, I don't know if'n you'd call it sex, but my cousin, Curtis, have pleasured each other when he got so stiff that he was hurtin' then I'd milk him. He asked milked me once er twice. He does not favor doin' the milkin' but I don't mind."
Robert really opened his eyes at that admission and he began rubbing Clem's knees with his and reached out his hand and rubbed the boy's upper thigh. Clem began breathing audibly. "Does that feel good? You can do it back to me if you wish."
Clem reach out his warm hand and stroked Robert's bare thigh and passed over the large protrusion pulsing in his lap.
"Oh my Mr. Robert, you sure are ready for a milin'."
Robert groaned loudly. "Oh do it you sexy boy. I am really hurting here."
Robert got up and stood next to Clem's chair. Clem unbuttoned the tops button os the shorts and they fell to Robert's hairy ankles. He was not wearing underwear. His long thin cock shot up against his fuzzy belly. Clem was now on familiar ground. "It's much nicer than Curtis's." His penis was short and blunt and Clem sometimes had difficulty in getting hold of it. "Yur's is nice and long and I can really slide on it." He took it in his hand. Robert almost had a heart attack at the feelings Clem was producing and the beauty of the masturbator.
Clem began rubbing the head. Robert began dripping cream and moaning happily. Clem was pleased. Curtis stayed dry and didn't make so much noise. Clem felt it was a compliment to him that Robert was really getting into the feelings.
Clem began stroking softly and smiling at Robert's mewling cries, like a calf calling for his momma. "Clem," Robert said hoarsely, "Do it harder and faster. Get me off now. Don't tease me. If you pass this test, you're in."
Robert reached for a bunch of tissues and steeled himself for a big cum. He didn't have to wait long, Clem now really got into it, stroking the long penis from root to head. He smiled when he saw that Robert's eyes were rolling up and his mouth hung open. This was the sign that Clem knew would turn into a really good milking. The penis turned harder and the little slit at the top parted and a few drops dripped out. Robert was in orbit, completely out of it. He put his hand on Clem's head to keep from falling in a heap. He shouted as the big shot came out of his penis. Clem laughed in pleasure. "The milk's acomin' let it come, don't hold back." But Robert could no sooner hold back than he could stop shouting out his cum song. Streams of "milk" shot out, six big ones, then shorter emissions of sweet grade A cream, finally Robert staggered over to his chair and fell down. He wiped his still dripped cock and his shirt. "That was outstanding. You have magic hands. There is so much more we can do. With you at the school and your full scholarship approved, we can get together often and try other things."
Clem nodded. He was breathing hard. "Do you think Mr. Robert that there is anythin's you can do to relieve me?"
Robert was accustomed to being the boss sexually. Generally he didn't care at all how the other person was faring. But this boy was so cute, he decided to give him the thrill of his lifetime. "Move over next to my chair." He unsnapped the overalls and they fell to the farm boys ankles, exposing his strong tan legs from top to full thigh. The undershorts were clean but their once white color was now yellow from many washings. There were a few holes in them, exposing his strong hips and narrow waist. Robert was turned on by the innocense of his undies. He realized he was beginning to huff loudly. He pulled them down unveiling the handsomest cock he had ever seen. His smooth hood enclosed his cock head forming a perfect cylinder of tan/pink skin. It was seven inches of perfection. Robert sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he licked the head. The taste was intoxicating. Clem grunted in surprise and pleasure. "That surely felt fine, ;sir. Could you do that agin?"
Robert didn't need prompting. He was already shifting into automatic. He opened his cute mouth, and moved to envelop the cock with his moist hot mouth. "Cripes," Clem exclaimed. "I never felt nothin' like that agin. Could you do that agin?"
Robert moved down the shaft, wetting it as he went until his lips touched the boy's silky pubic hair. He stayed there a moment then began an up and down sucking movement. Clem's mind was spinning in pleasure. "Oh, Mr. Roberts, right this minute I love you."
Robert sucked harder and harder, feeling the farm boy balls thickening and moving upward until there was a large ball on each side of the shaft. He licked those balls. He couldn't get enough of this boy. Meanwhile Clem was struggling not to spew as he wanted these feelings to last. Finally he could hold on any longer and with a prolonged cry he began to discharge his sweet milk. Robert swallowed and swallowed as the deluge of cum exited the boy's cock and entered his mouth. They were both crooning in delight. Finally the flow stopped and Clem sagged down onto a chair. "That was real fine and I thank you mightily."
Robert was amazed that the boy's passion had affected him so deeply. He sensed that he had lost control of the situation. This was especially evident when to his embarrassment and amazement he realized that he had cum without touching himself while he was sucking the boy. His shirt was covered with his own spooge.
Clem was asking him about a place in the dorn. "Yeah, your scholarship includes a private dorm room. He paused a moment. "Perhaps I can visit you there." This was the first time he had ever asked for a second time. He usually needed a novelty of a new person each time. They shook hands and Clem left to be taken on a tour of the college by an student guide. As soon as Clem left, Robert already missed him. Next time I'll fuck him and he won't be so pleased with himself.
End Part One
It's not clear, is it, if Clem knows more than he admits and is more skilled at sex than he admits. We'll find out.