On the Farm Part 1Jeff Zephyr’s Life JZL09_01: “On the Farm” Age 9. (m/b+ exhib,p*****n, g exhib, no sex)The new place was very nice, especially for a boy who needed to runfree and play, to get over the fears resulting from the car accident. Across the road, there was another farm whose family had two blondhaired, blue-eyed girls. Debbie was a little older than me, almostten, and Tammy was my brother’s age, which provided a good match forplaymates. Their parents really were farmers, not just renting afarmhouse as we were. They were very friendly, welcoming our familyto the area.There was only one other house on our road, despite it being threemiles long. On the end which connected to the highway, a bigMenominee family lived, with a couple of boys our ages (Tony andTommy), a baby girl like my sister, and a teenage girl named Caroline,who’d be our babysitter when needed. The whole family was darkskinned and dark haired, even darker than me or my brother, whoGrandma had called “her little Indians.”One more house within acceptable walking distance, about a half miledown the highway, had c***dren our ages. Two more boys, blond hairedand fair, Ty ( short for Tyler), and Kyle.The next houses with k**s were a few more miles away, too far to visitcasually, at least at our ages. Because of this our three familieshad to play with each other, and it was fortunate for my brother andme that each had k**s our age. We had a huge playing area, just forus; farms, fields, forests, swamps, barns and gardens. The “HundredAcre 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 awood stove in the kitchen. Mom would get up early to light the woodstove 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, atleast the top of it. But once the house warmed, the winter was greatfor us k**s. We could run through fields of snow, sled down our ownhill, and just have fun playing in the wild outdoors. By spring, I was used to being a country k**, very happy with mysituation. I had a new best friend at school, lots of other newfriends, and everyone in our neighborhood got along fine. And I wasdoing exceptionally well in school, finding it easy to keep up with itwith no struggle at all.I liked Debbie and Tammy a lot. During the winter, we’d often playedtogether, my brother and I with the two sisters. Sometimes my sisterCher would join us since she could play k** games now. She was almostfive now, not longer really a baby, old enough to play with us olderk**s. Debbie was usually in charge of our games, partly because shewas the oldest, though not by much. She had two favorite games insideher house. One was playing school, where she’d be the teacher andgive us assignments and tests. The other was playing house, where sheand I were mom and dad, and the others were our k**s. We’d hug andkiss quick pecks, not serious kisses as part of this game, and laydown in her bed together, clothed, to play nighttime. This stuff mademe feel warm and happy. However, it wasn’t the same as my situationwith Sherry, who I still thought about. Debbie and I never talkedabout being in love, getting married, or anything like that. We werejust 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 rentedthe farmhouse and a couple of acres for gardening, and helped with thefarm itself, most of which was used as pasture for the cows. Forsomeone used to the city, it was a very big change, having so fewpeople in the neighborhood, no parks or stores nearby, and being sovery quiet compared to the city. We got to have milk fresh from thecow (pasteurization was legally required, but for farm k**s it wasn’ta 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 acompany store — a real general store, with food, clothes, hardware,etc. My dad worked as a truck driver for the company. You mayremember a song about souls and company stores, and for us, that wasclose. For a while, mom happily bought new appliances, clothes, andfood on credit, but the bills started piling up, so my parentsdecided not to shop there anymore. Unfortunately, the fethiye escort only other foodstore in town charged even more, and my dad was upset when he foundout the owner was the cousin of the mill’s president. As anine-year-old boy, these problems weren’t a great concern, but theydid affect my life. My dad eventually decided that he’d rather notwork 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 bitslow-witted, he wasn’t as smart as us younger boys about schoolthings, or at least, he took a long while thinking about the answers. He was good natured, and would play with us younger k**s, unlike someof the older teens we knew.All of us boys, Tony and Tommy, Ty and Kyle, Jack and I, were togetherwith Larry behind our barn, talking about girl and boy bodies, and howhair grew on them when you got older. We knew that would happen to ussoon and Larry was willing to tell us what he knew. There, he wasmuch more knowledgeable than us younger ones. I was about the oldestof them, at nine going on ten, and I had some idea about sex andreproduction. But 3rd grade didn’t have real Sex Ed classes yet, andmy parents never gave me detailed explanations or answers to myquestions on this subject.I had a sister though and, at five, Cher wasn’t so baby-like that hernaked body wasn’t a useful guide to the difference between boys andgirls. Most of us had seen her bare pussy, since she usually skippedunderwear around the house and even outside she’d often wear just aT-shirt. No one made a big deal about this though, treating her as ababy k** even though we were boys and she was a girl.Larry, though, had seen and touched older girls, and he knew aboutsex. At least that is what he told us and I didn’t doubt him becausehe was always honest about things and I didn’t think he’d make stuffup. He was willing to tell and show us what he knew about thissubject. We were all interested, though I’m not sure what the reasonfor that was.It had been long enough since I’d seen Sheila naked that I couldn’tfill in details about her. Larry had something more to show and tellthan just stories about girls, he said. Something that us boys coulddo ourselves.He dropped his pants, and showed us his dick. We looked at him, and Iwas impressed. His was much larger than mine, or any of the otherboys for that matter, and had hair all around it. He asked us to dothe same, so we could look, compare, and learn.”It feels real good if you touch it right,” Larry told us, putting hishand on his shaft and rubbing it. That made it very hard and long,much larger than us little k**s. I didn’t remember seeing Dad’s looklike that either. I knew that a****ls got big that way when they’dbreed, but I didn’t know it wasn’t so different for a boy.We tried to do the same thing, but got embarrassed touching ourselvesin front of each other. I wasn’t the first to start laughing but thatbroke the mood, all of us holding our groins and giggling.Larry, trying to stay serious, said “If you keep doing it, you’llshoot white stuff out. But it is even nicer to have a girl do it foryou.” Seeing that we weren’t paying attention to his lessons, hepulled his pants up and we did the same. Then we ran off and playedfootball and tag, our usual k**s games; skipping these lessons fornow.After he was gone, I thought about this a lot. I knew about sex asa****ls did it. No farm k** can really miss that, and the breedingof cows and bulls was very impressive to watch . Other a****ls alsodid sex openly, even our house cats, so us k**s knew about that partof sex. I didn’t feel a sex drive as such yet, no desire to actuallydo the thing, but something warm was awakening inside me. I didexperience pleasure in touches on my body, especially between my legs. I had always noticed this feeling but it was stronger now and whenalone I’d rub myself gently, just to enjoy the feeling. What Larrysaid 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 beforechanging into them, and wore only my pajamas. It felt nice, thesensation of the alanya escort cloth and sheet touching my bare body, rubbing mylittle dick against the blankets. Outside, I’d drop my pants just tofeel the wind on my bottom. I remembered “playing bare” with Jack inthe city, and I thought about the Playboy game we played with Sheila. I hadn’t thought much about those earlier experiences, but now theyfilled my mind, making new kinds of daydreams than just my k**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 thisfelt safe to do, running naked through the hay. While in the woods,away from all houses, I also stripped naked, enjoying the feeling ofrunning around bare and free. Why this was fun, I don’t know. But Ididn’t come close to getting caught and it felt great to do it. Jackdid catch me, but he just joined in my play, though he didn’t do it asoften as I did.One warm spring day, Jack and I lay in our own front yard, with lightblankets over us. We pulled our pants down on a mutual dare andslipped the blankets off. Debbie and Tammy were in their yard acrossthe road, and they saw us. We weren’t visible from our house, whichmade us feel safe. I’m not sure that the two girls realized rightaway that we were bare but Debbie soon reacted to our game and stoodthere 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. Iwas visiting over at Debbie’s house, drying the dishes as she washed,when she asked me directly about Larry, seeing his dick and watchinghim touch it.”Tony said that Larry and you boys dropped your pants out behind thebarn,” Debbie said, out of the blue. I wasn’t sure what to say but I wasn’t going to lie to her so I saidsoftly, “Uh Huh.””Tell me what happened? Don’t’ be embarrassed, boys just do that, Iknow,” she said, encouraging me to talk. Her mom was out of the houseand her dad was working on the farm so I felt safe talking about thisin her house. So I did, explaining what Larry said and did. I alsoadded more about how I’d stripped naked outside, and how nice it feltto do that.”What was that like, the sun and wind on your naked body?” she askedme.”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 itjust is, that’s all.” I told her that, and I think she could tellthat I meant it.She looked at me, staring at my face, not saying anything more, so Iadded, “It’s safe around here, not like in the city. No one comesaround, and our parents are far away most of the time. Almost no onedrives 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 andask her directly. She seemed cool about this, finding my actions tobe nice and fun and that made me very happy. Only my brother knewabout my naked games, and he wouldn’t join me often. It was just partof 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 Ilearned to swim. I’d always loved to play in the water, but we’dnever had real swimming lessons. Caroline, Tony’s older sister, andmy mom helped us learn. A few miles from our house there was a smallriver with a little motel, catering mostly to hunters in the fall. Inthe spring it was quiet, so us k**s got to play there. The owner, whoeveryone called Uncle Owen even if they weren’t related, looked andtalked something like Clint Eastwood in a Dirty Harry movie exceptthat he had a beard. He often wore a pistol in a hip holster, usuallyunloaded but it still fit the image of a frontier sheriff or somethinglike 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 k**s but Dad worried about us being arounda “kook” like the Sheriff. Owen would go on about commies running thegovernment and how we’d all be safe away from the cities when the “BigOne” came. I didn’t care about that stuff, though and just had funthere.The piano that mom got was great for me, as I learned how to reallyplay it. I played “Happy Birthday” at my own 10th birthday party, ataşehir escort andall the k**s there were impressed. I had to beg for more lessons,unlike some k**s who resent them. This began my serious enjoyment ofplaying music. A visit from my uncle, mom’s brother, heightened thisfeeling, as he played guitar. We played together and it actuallysounded 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 ayear of real piano playing.I’d play the same songs over and over, doing finger exercises andscales, 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. Itfelt great to make music, even if I wasn’t perfect, often missingnotes. Doing it over and over was the only way to really learn. Momcould play, so she understood and encouraged me.Caroline was an interesting babysitter, especially at her house. Shehad boys come over, including one who was her real boyfriend. She’dsit with the boys on the couch, and let us k**s play and have fun. She and her boyfriend would sit close and hug or kiss, while us littlek**s watched TV and ignored them. Especially when a good cartoon cameon, she’d be off in the back of the room, lights dim, playing with herfriend while we’d watch the show. I noticed this, and would watch herrather 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 bigenough to really need one. Even when she came by my house, she’d skipthat 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 glimpsesof mom’s bare body when she’d change. But Caroline wasn’t as old asmom and she wasn’t my * mom *, so there was something interestingabout looking at her. She was more like Sheila, about the same age at15 or so, but I was older now and girls were becoming more interestingfor 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 aten-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 havingan older sister that way.For a short time, I had thoughts about her being more than that, likekissing her while holding her like her boyfriend did. I told her Iliked her and she didn’t laugh. She did, however, point out that Iwas 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 aboutprivate things. She was also about my age and a girl. She never toldher 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, nowten years old. Old enough to think about playing romance games, notjust k** games.I didn’t stop noticing Caroline’s body, enjoying glimpses of hernipples when she’d bend over, or spotting their hardness under hershirt. And I loved watching her kiss her boyfriend, touching andhugging, pressing together. It made me feel all funny inside to seeher do that, happy for her, and something more than that inside me. Iquit thinking about trying to actually do that with Caroline andstarted imagining Debbie and I doing something like that someday.We had a k**’s pool, one of those little plastic things for wading,not deep enough to really swim in. Debbie and Tammy and Jack and Iwould wade in it, just splashing, using a bucket of water to get wetall over. My sister Cher, though, took off her T-shirt and hopped inthe pool naked, laying in it. I think Jack talked her into doing thatbut 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 wasjust a fun game, not a sex thing. It did give Debbie an opening toask me about going outside naked, or swimming naked. Or just her andI playing outside naked somewhere.She seemed interested in doing something, maybe even that day. Butour conversation got interrupted by mom when she yelled at Cher to putsome clothes on. That broke up our little bare girl playing in theyard game. In the house, Cher would still run around naked, thiswasn’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 toldus that Cher would need to practice keeping her clothes on becauseshe’d be starting school soon and naked girls weren’t allowed inschool.