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Subject: {ASSM} JZL09_01: On the Farm (m/b+ exhib, preteen, g exhib, nosex) {Jeff Zephyr}
Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 22:10:04 -0400
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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!

Copyright by me, 2000.  Please don't distribute in an altered form, or
with any charges for acquisition.


The (Sex) Story of My Life, by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com)
JeffZeph's Life So Far

A semi-true story ;-)

Thinking back on my life brings back lots of memories, and the
occasional fantasy about "back then."  I'm not dead yet, and some of
you might find my tales interesting. Check out the intro if you want
more background.  This is the early part of the tale, my "kid" youth,
before sex was in my life as such.

Jeff Zephyr's Life JZL09_01: "On the Farm"  Age 9. (m/b+  exhib,
preteen, g exhib, no sex)

The new place was very nice, especially for a boy who needed to run
free and play, to get over the fears  resulting from the car accident.
Across the road, there was another farm whose family had two blond
haired, blue-eyed girls.  Debbie was a little older than me, almost
ten, and Tammy was my brother's age, which  provided a good match for
playmates.  Their parents really were farmers, not just renting a
farmhouse as we were.  They were very friendly, welcoming our family
to the area.

There was only one other house on our road, despite it being three
miles long.  On the end which connected to the highway, a big
Menominee family lived, with a couple of boys our ages (Tony and
Tommy), a baby girl like my sister, and a teenage girl named Caroline,
who'd be our babysitter when needed.  The whole family was dark
skinned and dark haired, even darker than me or my brother, who
Grandma had called "her little Indians."

One more house within acceptable walking distance, about a half mile
down the highway, had children our ages.  Two more boys, blond haired
and fair, Ty ( short for Tyler), and Kyle.

The next houses with kids were a few more miles away, too far to visit
casually, at least at our ages.  Because of this our three families
had to play with each other, and it was fortunate for my brother and
me that each had kids our age.  We had a huge playing area, just for
us; farms, fields, forests, swamps, barns and gardens.  The "Hundred
Acre Wood" had nothing on us.

That winter was hard for us.  Our farmhouse didn't have central heat. 
Instead, we had an old oil burning  heater in the living room, and a
wood stove in the kitchen.  Mom would get up early to light the wood
stove because we didn't have the money to keep the heat on all night. 
It got cold enough inside the house to freeze water in dishes, at
least the top of it. But once the house warmed, the winter was great
for us kids.  We could run through fields of snow, sled down our own
hill, and just have fun playing in the wild outdoors. 

By spring, I was used to being a country kid, very happy with my
situation.  I had a new best friend at school, lots of other new
friends, and everyone in our neighborhood got along fine.  And I was
doing exceptionally well in school, finding it easy to keep up with it
with no struggle at all.

I liked Debbie and Tammy a lot.  During the winter, we'd often played
together, my brother and I with the two sisters. Sometimes my sister
Cher would join us since she could play kid games now.  She was almost
five now, not longer really a baby,  old enough to play with us older
kids.  Debbie was usually in charge of our games, partly because she
was the oldest, though not by much.  She had two favorite games inside
her house.  One was playing school, where she'd be the teacher and
give us assignments and tests.  The other was playing house, where she
and I were mom and dad, and the others were our kids.  We'd hug and
kiss   quick pecks, not serious kisses   as part of this game, and lay
down in her bed together, clothed, to play nighttime.  This stuff made
me feel warm and happy.  However, it wasn't the same as my situation
with Sherry,  who I still thought about.  Debbie and I never talked
about being in love, getting married, or anything like that.  We were
just friends, that's all.  Playing a game, not a real relationship,
even if we did kiss.

We weren't farmers, though Debbie and Tammy's family were.  We rented
the farmhouse and a couple of acres for gardening, and helped with the
farm itself, most of which was used as pasture for the cows.  For
someone used to the city, it was a very big change, having so few
people in the neighborhood, no parks or stores nearby, and being so
very quiet compared to the city.  We got to have milk fresh from the
cow (pasteurization was legally required, but for farm kids it wasn't
a big worry), fresh fruit and vegetables, and lots of fresh air. 

For my parents, it was a bit more complicated.  The nearest town was a
"company town."  The mill, the only major industry in town, had a
company store -- a real general store, with food, clothes, hardware,
etc.  My dad worked as a truck driver for the company.  You may
remember a song about souls and company stores, and for us, that was
close.  For a while, mom happily  bought new appliances, clothes, and
food on credit, but the bills started piling up, so  my parents
decided not to shop there anymore.  Unfortunately, the only other food
store in town charged even more, and my dad was upset when he found
out the owner was the cousin of the mill's president.  As a
nine-year-old boy, these problems weren't a great concern, but they
did affect my life.  My dad eventually decided that he'd rather not
work for a "slave owner" boss, and took an independent driving job,
based about a hundred miles away. We rarely saw him much after that,
except on weekends.

Ty's cousin Larry visited him that spring.  He was about 14 or 15,
bigger and older than the rest of us boys in the neighborhood.  A bit
slow-witted, he wasn't as smart as us younger boys about school
things, or at least, he took a long while thinking about the answers. 
He was good natured, and would play with us younger kids, unlike some
of the older teens we knew.

All of us boys, Tony and Tommy, Ty and Kyle, Jack and I, were together
with Larry behind our barn, talking about girl and boy bodies, and how
hair grew on them when you got older.  We knew that would happen to us
soon and Larry was willing to tell us what he knew.  There, he was
much more knowledgeable than us younger ones.  I was about the oldest
of them, at nine going on ten, and I had some idea about sex and
reproduction.  But 3rd grade didn't have real Sex Ed classes yet, and
my parents never gave me detailed explanations or answers to my
questions on this subject.

I had a sister though and, at five, Cher wasn't so baby-like that her
naked body wasn't a useful guide to the difference between boys and
girls.  Most of us had seen her bare pussy, since she usually skipped
underwear around the house and even outside she'd often wear just a
T-shirt.  No one made a big deal about this though, treating her as a
baby kid even though we were boys and she was a girl.

Larry, though, had seen and touched older girls, and he knew about
sex. At least that is what he told us and I didn't doubt him because
he was always honest about things and I didn't think he'd make stuff
up.  He was willing to tell  and show us what he knew about this
subject.  We were all interested, though I'm not sure what the reason
for that was.

It had been long enough since I'd seen Sheila naked that I couldn't
fill in details about her.  Larry had something more to show and tell
than just stories about girls, he said.  Something that us boys could
do ourselves.

He dropped his pants, and showed us his dick.  We looked at him, and I
was impressed.  His was much larger than mine, or any of the other
boys for that matter, and had hair all around it.  He asked us to do
the same, so we could look,  compare, and learn.

"It feels real good if you touch it right," Larry told us, putting his
hand on his shaft and rubbing it.  That made it very hard and long,
much larger than us little kids.  I didn't remember seeing Dad's look
like that either. I knew that animals got big that way when they'd
breed, but I didn't know it wasn't so different for a boy.

We tried to do the same thing, but got embarrassed touching ourselves
in front of each other.  I wasn't the first to start laughing but that
broke the mood, all of us holding our groins and giggling.

Larry, trying  to stay serious,  said "If you keep doing it, you'll
shoot white stuff out.  But it is even nicer to have a girl do it for
you."  Seeing that we weren't paying attention to his lessons, he
pulled his pants up and we did the same.  Then we ran off and played
football and tag, our usual kids games; skipping these lessons for
now.

After he was gone, I thought about this a lot.  I knew about sex as
animals did it.  No farm kid can really miss  that, and the breeding
of cows and bulls  was very impressive to watch .   Other animals also
did sex openly, even our house cats, so us kids knew about that part
of sex.  I didn't feel a sex drive as such yet, no desire to actually
do the thing, but something warm was awakening inside me.  I  did
experience pleasure in touches on my body, especially between my legs.
I had always noticed this feeling but it was stronger now and when
alone I'd rub myself gently, just to enjoy the feeling.  What Larry
said would happen, I didn't notice yet.  No sign of shooting stuff,
nor did it feel amazingly good, just nice.

I had slept with my underwear on under my pajamas for some time,
wearing just underwear in summer.  Now, I stripped naked before
changing into them, and wore only my pajamas.  It felt nice, the
sensation of the cloth and sheet touching my bare body, rubbing my
little dick against the blankets.  Outside, I'd drop my pants just to
feel the wind on my bottom.  I remembered "playing bare" with Jack in
the city, and I thought about the Playboy game we played with Sheila. 
I hadn't thought much about those earlier experiences, but now they
filled my mind, making new kinds of daydreams than just my kid
fantasies of superheroes and spaceships.

I even stripped bare naked in the barn, and ran around up in the loft.
I knew that only Jack would climb up there during the day, so this
felt safe to do, running naked through the hay.  While in the woods,
away from all houses, I also stripped naked, enjoying the feeling of
running around bare and free.  Why this was fun, I don't know.  But I
didn't come close to getting caught and it felt great to do it.  Jack
did catch me, but he just joined in my play, though he didn't do it as
often as I did.

One warm spring day, Jack and I lay in our own front yard, with light
blankets over us.  We pulled our pants down on a mutual dare and
slipped the blankets off.  Debbie and Tammy were in their yard across
the road, and they saw us.  We weren't visible from our house, which
made us feel safe.  I'm not sure that the two girls realized right
away that we were bare but Debbie soon reacted to our game and stood
there looking at us.  She didn't come over  to us though, just looked.
I heard mom call, and covered up quickly.

All these things happened in less than a month after Larry's visit.  I
was visiting over at Debbie's house, drying the dishes as she washed,
when she asked me directly about Larry, seeing his dick and watching
him touch it.

"Tony said that Larry and you boys dropped your pants out behind the
barn," Debbie said, out of the blue. 

I wasn't sure what to say but I wasn't going to lie to her so I said
softly, "Uh Huh."

"Tell me what happened?  Don't' be embarrassed, boys just do that, I
know," she said, encouraging me to talk.  Her mom was out of the house
and her dad was working on the farm so I felt safe talking about this
in her house.  So I did, explaining what Larry said and did.  I also
added more about how I'd stripped naked outside, and how nice it felt
to do that.

"What was that like, the sun and wind on your naked body?" she asked
me.

"Good."  I didn't say too much,  feeling a bit shy and embarrassed.

"You said that part already."

"It felt nice.  Warm ... it was fun to do.  I don't know why  but it
just is, that's all."  I told her that, and I think she could tell
that I meant it.

She looked at me, staring at my face, not saying anything more, so I
added, "It's safe around here, not like in the city.  No one comes
around, and our parents are far away most of the time.  Almost no one
drives on our road, either."

I felt good, relieved to tell Debbie about this discovery of mine. 
I'd hoped she'd ask to join me but I was afraid to come right out and
ask her directly.  She seemed cool about this, finding my actions to
be nice and fun and that made me very happy.  Only my brother knew
about my naked games, and he wouldn't join me often.  It was just part
of my private play, all alone in the fields or woods, or in our barn.

Before school let out, we got to do more fun things.  Jack and I
learned to swim.  I'd always loved to play in the water, but we'd
never had real swimming lessons.  Caroline, Tony's older sister, and
my mom helped us learn.  A few miles from our house there was a small
river with a little motel, catering mostly to hunters in the fall.  In
the spring it was quiet, so us kids got to play there.  The owner, who
everyone called Uncle Owen even if they weren't related, looked and
talked something like Clint Eastwood in a Dirty Harry movie except
that he had a beard.  He often wore a pistol in a hip holster, usually
unloaded but it still fit the image of a frontier sheriff or something
like that.  He even called himself the Sheriff of his little town,
which consisted of the motel and nothing more.

Owen's motel was fun for us kids but Dad worried about us being around
a "kook" like the Sheriff.  Owen would go on about commies running the
government and how we'd all be safe away from the cities when the "Big
One" came.  I didn't care about that stuff, though and just had fun
there.

The piano that mom got was great for me, as I learned how to really
play it.  I played "Happy Birthday" at my own 10th birthday party, and
all the kids there were impressed.  I had to beg for more lessons,
unlike some kids who resent them.  This began my serious enjoyment of
playing music.  A visit from my uncle, mom's brother, heightened this
feeling, as he played guitar. We played together and it actually
sounded like music.   Not great, at least for my part of the playing,
but you could tell what the songs were. Not bad at all for less than a
year of real piano playing.

I'd play the same songs over and over, doing finger exercises and
scales, all that stuff which is boring but necessary to learn how to 
play music. Dad and Jack got annoyed at this, but I didn't care.  It
felt great to make music, even if I wasn't perfect, often missing
notes.  Doing it over and over was the only way to really learn.  Mom
could play, so she understood and encouraged me.

Caroline was an interesting babysitter, especially at her house.  She
had boys come over, including one who was her real boyfriend.  She'd
sit with the boys on the couch, and let us kids play and have fun. 
She and her boyfriend would sit close and hug or kiss, while us little
kids watched TV and ignored them.  Especially when a good cartoon came
on, she'd be off in the back of the room, lights dim, playing with her
friend while we'd watch the show.  I noticed this, and would watch her
rather than the TV, but I tried not to be noticeable doing so.

She wore no bra during most of these visits, even though she was big
enough to really need one.  Even when she came by my house, she'd skip
that during the warm months.  Since my mom also skipped that as well,
this didn't seem totally out of place and I still got brief glimpses
of mom's bare body when she'd change.  But Caroline wasn't as old as
mom and she wasn't my * mom *, so there was something interesting
about looking at her.  She was more like Sheila, about the same age at
15 or so, but I was older now and girls were becoming more interesting
for me.

Caroline was a pretty girl, with dark sparkling eyes, long black hair,
and a nice smile.  Maybe not as pretty as my mom, but worthy of a
ten-year old's crush.  Conversations with her were very educational. 
I'd ask about boys and girls dating and what was involved with that,
what kissing was like, things like that.  She was almost like having
an older sister that way.

For a short time, I had thoughts about her being more than that, like
kissing her while holding her like her boyfriend did.  I told her I
liked her and she didn't laugh.  She did, however, point out that I
was too young for her.

"And aren't you and Debbie close like that?  You play with her a lot,
house and the whole mom and dad games, you know?" Caroline asked me.

It was true, Debbie was a close friend, someone I could talk to about
private things.  She was also about my age and a girl.  She never told
her mom about what I did, or at least it never got to my parents. 
More importantly, we were good friends and were a boy and a girl, now
ten years old.  Old enough to think about playing romance games, not
just kid games.

I didn't stop noticing Caroline's body, enjoying glimpses of her
nipples when she'd bend over, or spotting their hardness under her
shirt.  And I loved watching her kiss her boyfriend, touching and
hugging, pressing together.  It made me feel all funny inside to see
her do that, happy for her, and something more than that inside me.  I
quit thinking about trying to actually do that with Caroline and
started imagining Debbie and I doing something like that someday.

We had a kid's pool, one of those little plastic things for wading,
not deep enough to really swim in.  Debbie and Tammy and Jack and I
would wade in it, just splashing, using a bucket of water to get wet
all over.  My sister Cher, though, took off her T-shirt and hopped in
the pool naked, laying in it.  I think Jack talked her into doing that
but no one complained.  All of us helped keep the pool filled,
watching the little girl frolic naked there.  It seemed OK for us,
Jack and I were her brothers, and the others were girls, so this was
just a fun game, not a sex thing.  It did give Debbie an opening to
ask me about going outside naked, or swimming naked.  Or just her and
I playing outside naked somewhere.

She seemed interested in doing something, maybe even that day.  But
our conversation got interrupted by mom when she yelled at Cher to put
some clothes on.  That broke up our little bare girl playing in the
yard game.  In the house, Cher would still run around naked,  this
wasn't unusual behavior for her.  Mom didn't punish her for it either,
not with spankings, nor did she bug us boys about it.  Still, she told
us that Cher would need to practice keeping her clothes on because
she'd be starting school soon and naked girls weren't allowed in
school.

                                                 


  Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

If you liked this story, want to put it in a free collection, want to
tell me how I could write better, or just say hello, write to me at my
hotmail address. 
--
Jeff

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