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One of my most vivid memories from childhood was from a day when I was five or six and my older sister Amy and I watched the stud service stallion with one of our mares. Amy and I watched from outside the corral, as did my dad and the man from the service. It was a small corral, though, and we had not trouble seeing everything. From the perspective of a five or six year old, it was apocalyptic.
We knew what was happening, in theory. Us kids had seen dogs doing it, and hogs doing it, and even cows doing it, and our parents had explained the basics. But that stallion's erection was so long and thick, and the horses were so tall, and the scale of the operation was so large -- at least from our level -- that we could see exactly where that pole of an erection was going and how. Amy and I were wide-eyed.
Another of my most vivid memories was what happened that evening as a result of what we'd watched at the corral.
Back then, Mom bathed us all together. It was easier for her, and we liked playing in the tub. No other kids lived close to us, so we were our own best playmates. Mom could toss us all in the tub with a few water toys and we’d be happy. And she could take a break for a few minutes.
My sister Amy is older than me by two years, so she must have been seven or eight. I remember that her hair had darkened to dark blond by then. I was still blond. Bethy would have been only three. She was blond and would stay that way.
As soon as Mom left us alone that evening, Amy told me to stand up in the tub. So I did. Amy was always strong-willed and curious, and smart. I did what she told me. She lifted my willie on her fingers for a closer look while little Bethy just played happily beside us. Amy had never wanted a closer look before. I figured the horse thing did it.
It didn't take but a moment for my willie to become a stiffy. I’ve been told that even back then, you could tell I was gonna have good equipment. My stiffy was a bit of a twig.
Amy felt over it and studied it. Holding my stiffy with one hand, she knelt up in the water and rubbed her cunny with her other, looking down at her cunny and up at my dick and back down, as if figuring it all out.
She got down on all-fours in the tub and reaching under herself and up between her legs, she put her finger on the slit between her cunny lips.
"Put it in here," she told me.
I squatted behind her, aiming my twig at her cunny and trying to figure just where to put it. I pushed between her lips and she rocked forward.
"Not there," she said. "Here." She pushed her finger between her cunny lips and it disappeared up to the second knuckle. I knelt down for a closer look. When she pulled out, I pushed my finger into the same spot, and jumped because it felt like I'd stuck my finger in a mouth that sucked it.
I felt around inside. It felt a little like inside a mouth, without teeth. It didn't go very far in, though. That seemed strange because the stallion had pushed his pole all the way in the mare. I felt around with my finger and pushed. I felt something give.
"Ouch!" Amy said, pulling away. "Don't use your finger. Your fingernail scratched inside me." She splashed water up between her legs. "Use that!" she said, pointing at my stiffy. Then she got back on all fours and I squatted down at her bottom, edging forward one foot, then the other, so that my knees went on either side of her butt and my stiffy was lined up right. Steadying myself with a hand on her bottom, I poked the end of my stiffy into where our fingers had been.
Her cunny lips were wet with bath water, and my stiffy slid in easily, all the way. I watched and felt it go in until it had completely disappeared, and my tummy pressed her bottom. My stiffy felt nice and snug inside Amy’s warmth.
I started trying to do like the horse and move my stiffy in and out of Amy, but I was jerky and uncoordinated. I slipped out and poked back in.
"Just push it in and move it around," Amy said.
So I did. I pushed all the way in, holding the sides of Amy's hips, and I moved my stiffy around inside her. I could feel her insides slide over my crown.
"Oh, no you don't!" my mom said, coming into the bathroom. "You two aren't old enough for that." She pulled me away from Amy's bottom and sat me down in the tub.
"You and I are going to have a talk later, little lady," she said to Amy. Mom didn't sound mad, just stern. She acted only like she needed to explain something to Amy. Mom was smart, and she probably figured that if she overreacted or scared the **** out of us, we'd probably be messed up for life.
From that night, though, Mom quit giving us baths together. When I asked Amy if she wanted try "horses" again a day or two later, she told me ‘no’. I thought about seeing if our little sister Bethy wanted to play horses, but Bethy was always with my mom or Amy.
I had discovered stiffies, however, and I had discovered how good it felt to rub mine around inside Amy. Living on a farm, I knew that Amy or another girl was where my stiffy was supposed to go; but if Amy and Bethy weren’t available, I had no one. So on mornings when I woke with a stiffy, I sometimes rubbed it on the bed, and, occasionally, I had little dry orgasms.
When I was ten, a new family began lease farming a place down the road. Their youngest boy, Jeremy, was my age. We became best friends, partly because it was a mile or two to any other boys our age, and a lot because we liked each other. We were both skinny, lively, and imaginative. We were into everything we weren't supposed to be into.
Jeremy had black hair that tended to fall over one eye, and blue eyes that twinkled when we got into mischief.
Our farm had water wells, and one, along the back fence of our property, fed a big concrete cattle tank, near an old wood frame house that used to house a tenant family.
The first time Jeremy and I went skinny dipping in that water tank was on a hot day in early summer when we were wearing only shorts and shoes anyway. He suggested it, and in seconds we had shucked the socks and shoes.
Though the water was crystal clear, the inside of the tank was lined with slippery algae. If it hadn't been so hot out, and the water so cold, we might not have gotten in. Once we were in, we soaked our bodies and watched our willies float. We got boners.
Jeremy’s looked to be long like mine, but a boner on another boy, especially the first time you see one, is impressive. Back then, our erections were about as thick as a man's thumb.
"You ever jack off?" Jeremy asked.
"What's that?"
"Haven't you ever heard of jacking off?"
I frowned at him. It made me mad sometimes that he had older brothers who told him about all sorts of things that I didn't know. He was always pleased with himself when he could one-up me.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Jacking off is when you jack the skin on your dick up and down with your hand till you come. Like this." He lifted his hips up toward the surface and showed me.
"Oh, like milking the boar," I said, lifting my hips for him to see if I was doing it right.
"Huh?"
"We milk Jason, our boar," I explained, "to sell his semen."
"No ****?"
"No ****. We've got this little cage-like thing he can’t move around in, and we get his dick hard and slip a plastic sleeve thing over it, and it's got this little bottle in the end."
"You jack off your pig?" Jeremy said, almost laughing, not sure if I was kidding.
"We sell his sperm."
"Have you jacked your pig?"
"Yeah," I admitted. Actually, I was the one who usually had to do it because my dad hated to, and he claimed that Jason liked me. Truth was, that pig got hardons around me.
"Richie jacks his pig off!" Jeremy hollered, laughing, and he repeated it, teasingly.
I shoved and splashed him. He shoved and splashed back. We wrestled, but mostly lost our footing on the algae and slipped against each other.
Jeremy struggled for the side of the tank with me in pursuit. He pulled himself up and over the side, his wet butt glistening in the sunlight for a second. I was right after him, and managed to tackle him onto a sunny patch of grass nearby.
We wrestled and rolled. I got him under me, pinning him with my body, belly and chest on his, hands on his wrists, trying to pin his arms. As we struggled, our boners rubbed.
That caused me to pause. Jeremy didn’t pause. He rubbed his boner between us. I rubbed mine back. My face was over his, and his face was in shade from my head. His eyes reflected the blue of the sky, and he had a real thoughtful look, biting his lip.
"Feels sorta good," he murmured.
"Yeah," I agreed.
I let go of his wrists and we wrapped our arms around each other and started humping more firmly, there, wet, in the grass and sunlight. We rolled and when I was on my back, my legs fell open and his hips settled between my thighs. I grabbed him by the butt and he grasped my shoulders. The sides of our faces pressed and our breath was like that of two runners.
We knew what was happening, in theory. Us kids had seen dogs doing it, and hogs doing it, and even cows doing it, and our parents had explained the basics. But that stallion's erection was so long and thick, and the horses were so tall, and the scale of the operation was so large -- at least from our level -- that we could see exactly where that pole of an erection was going and how. Amy and I were wide-eyed.
Another of my most vivid memories was what happened that evening as a result of what we'd watched at the corral.
Back then, Mom bathed us all together. It was easier for her, and we liked playing in the tub. No other kids lived close to us, so we were our own best playmates. Mom could toss us all in the tub with a few water toys and we’d be happy. And she could take a break for a few minutes.
My sister Amy is older than me by two years, so she must have been seven or eight. I remember that her hair had darkened to dark blond by then. I was still blond. Bethy would have been only three. She was blond and would stay that way.
As soon as Mom left us alone that evening, Amy told me to stand up in the tub. So I did. Amy was always strong-willed and curious, and smart. I did what she told me. She lifted my willie on her fingers for a closer look while little Bethy just played happily beside us. Amy had never wanted a closer look before. I figured the horse thing did it.
It didn't take but a moment for my willie to become a stiffy. I’ve been told that even back then, you could tell I was gonna have good equipment. My stiffy was a bit of a twig.
Amy felt over it and studied it. Holding my stiffy with one hand, she knelt up in the water and rubbed her cunny with her other, looking down at her cunny and up at my dick and back down, as if figuring it all out.
She got down on all-fours in the tub and reaching under herself and up between her legs, she put her finger on the slit between her cunny lips.
"Put it in here," she told me.
I squatted behind her, aiming my twig at her cunny and trying to figure just where to put it. I pushed between her lips and she rocked forward.
"Not there," she said. "Here." She pushed her finger between her cunny lips and it disappeared up to the second knuckle. I knelt down for a closer look. When she pulled out, I pushed my finger into the same spot, and jumped because it felt like I'd stuck my finger in a mouth that sucked it.
I felt around inside. It felt a little like inside a mouth, without teeth. It didn't go very far in, though. That seemed strange because the stallion had pushed his pole all the way in the mare. I felt around with my finger and pushed. I felt something give.
"Ouch!" Amy said, pulling away. "Don't use your finger. Your fingernail scratched inside me." She splashed water up between her legs. "Use that!" she said, pointing at my stiffy. Then she got back on all fours and I squatted down at her bottom, edging forward one foot, then the other, so that my knees went on either side of her butt and my stiffy was lined up right. Steadying myself with a hand on her bottom, I poked the end of my stiffy into where our fingers had been.
Her cunny lips were wet with bath water, and my stiffy slid in easily, all the way. I watched and felt it go in until it had completely disappeared, and my tummy pressed her bottom. My stiffy felt nice and snug inside Amy’s warmth.
I started trying to do like the horse and move my stiffy in and out of Amy, but I was jerky and uncoordinated. I slipped out and poked back in.
"Just push it in and move it around," Amy said.
So I did. I pushed all the way in, holding the sides of Amy's hips, and I moved my stiffy around inside her. I could feel her insides slide over my crown.
"Oh, no you don't!" my mom said, coming into the bathroom. "You two aren't old enough for that." She pulled me away from Amy's bottom and sat me down in the tub.
"You and I are going to have a talk later, little lady," she said to Amy. Mom didn't sound mad, just stern. She acted only like she needed to explain something to Amy. Mom was smart, and she probably figured that if she overreacted or scared the **** out of us, we'd probably be messed up for life.
From that night, though, Mom quit giving us baths together. When I asked Amy if she wanted try "horses" again a day or two later, she told me ‘no’. I thought about seeing if our little sister Bethy wanted to play horses, but Bethy was always with my mom or Amy.
I had discovered stiffies, however, and I had discovered how good it felt to rub mine around inside Amy. Living on a farm, I knew that Amy or another girl was where my stiffy was supposed to go; but if Amy and Bethy weren’t available, I had no one. So on mornings when I woke with a stiffy, I sometimes rubbed it on the bed, and, occasionally, I had little dry orgasms.
When I was ten, a new family began lease farming a place down the road. Their youngest boy, Jeremy, was my age. We became best friends, partly because it was a mile or two to any other boys our age, and a lot because we liked each other. We were both skinny, lively, and imaginative. We were into everything we weren't supposed to be into.
Jeremy had black hair that tended to fall over one eye, and blue eyes that twinkled when we got into mischief.
Our farm had water wells, and one, along the back fence of our property, fed a big concrete cattle tank, near an old wood frame house that used to house a tenant family.
The first time Jeremy and I went skinny dipping in that water tank was on a hot day in early summer when we were wearing only shorts and shoes anyway. He suggested it, and in seconds we had shucked the socks and shoes.
Though the water was crystal clear, the inside of the tank was lined with slippery algae. If it hadn't been so hot out, and the water so cold, we might not have gotten in. Once we were in, we soaked our bodies and watched our willies float. We got boners.
Jeremy’s looked to be long like mine, but a boner on another boy, especially the first time you see one, is impressive. Back then, our erections were about as thick as a man's thumb.
"You ever jack off?" Jeremy asked.
"What's that?"
"Haven't you ever heard of jacking off?"
I frowned at him. It made me mad sometimes that he had older brothers who told him about all sorts of things that I didn't know. He was always pleased with himself when he could one-up me.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Jacking off is when you jack the skin on your dick up and down with your hand till you come. Like this." He lifted his hips up toward the surface and showed me.
"Oh, like milking the boar," I said, lifting my hips for him to see if I was doing it right.
"Huh?"
"We milk Jason, our boar," I explained, "to sell his semen."
"No ****?"
"No ****. We've got this little cage-like thing he can’t move around in, and we get his dick hard and slip a plastic sleeve thing over it, and it's got this little bottle in the end."
"You jack off your pig?" Jeremy said, almost laughing, not sure if I was kidding.
"We sell his sperm."
"Have you jacked your pig?"
"Yeah," I admitted. Actually, I was the one who usually had to do it because my dad hated to, and he claimed that Jason liked me. Truth was, that pig got hardons around me.
"Richie jacks his pig off!" Jeremy hollered, laughing, and he repeated it, teasingly.
I shoved and splashed him. He shoved and splashed back. We wrestled, but mostly lost our footing on the algae and slipped against each other.
Jeremy struggled for the side of the tank with me in pursuit. He pulled himself up and over the side, his wet butt glistening in the sunlight for a second. I was right after him, and managed to tackle him onto a sunny patch of grass nearby.
We wrestled and rolled. I got him under me, pinning him with my body, belly and chest on his, hands on his wrists, trying to pin his arms. As we struggled, our boners rubbed.
That caused me to pause. Jeremy didn’t pause. He rubbed his boner between us. I rubbed mine back. My face was over his, and his face was in shade from my head. His eyes reflected the blue of the sky, and he had a real thoughtful look, biting his lip.
"Feels sorta good," he murmured.
"Yeah," I agreed.
I let go of his wrists and we wrapped our arms around each other and started humping more firmly, there, wet, in the grass and sunlight. We rolled and when I was on my back, my legs fell open and his hips settled between my thighs. I grabbed him by the butt and he grasped my shoulders. The sides of our faces pressed and our breath was like that of two runners.
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