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Introduction:

Coming of age exploits.

For me it started early, before double digits even. We lived in a rural setting and there was a big barn

across from our house.

It was what they called a salvage barn. Any Houses torn down, or renovated they took old fixtures,

appliances and tubs anything that would sell was in there.

My Dad rented a small space to raise chickens in that barn, it gave me a reason to be there, kids

were not allowed in otherwise.

One day while snooping around I came across these barrels and started to kick them, they would resonate

if they had liquid in them and most did. I kicked this one barrel and the sound was totally different, as well the

lid moved a bit. It had a ring and clasp on it but with some determination I got it opened. Inside it was full of

magazines and books. A naked women was on the cover of one of them. My father started calling, he came

into the room knowing mischief was at hand, I had put the lid on the barrel and my heart was racing, "nothing"

I replied. I had to get back there and explore this more.

One day after school my world exploded, this was un imaginable a 45 gallon barrel full of smut, a young freak

in the making was about to unfold. The pictures so dirty and explicit, and there were digests too, full of stories,

they would live with me forever.

We were raised spare the rod spoil the child in a religious upbringing it would be my undoing to be in

possession of any of this contraband. The door was opened now too late, taking any risk to guard my stash.

The years went bye and a young boy became jaded by the fantasies and marvel of a world that was not in

his grasp. And speaking of grasp, the sexual organ on me had gone from just getting hard to convulsing violently

even without the expulsion of liquid . The hands off approach at first, too much risk and pain to get caught doing

that, humping things like a dog really, counters and benches seemed to bare the brunt of it. Looking at people

differently now often seeing them in threesomes or orgies. Could they ever be up to what my imagination deemed?



There was a girl next door to us, Sherry she was really my first crush being a few years older than me and well

versed hormones of young lust, which I was just encountering now she had a marked advantage over me when

we played together. Mostly outside knowing her father would never stand for us being unsupervised, I thought of

so many things to do to show her I was grown but it never came out that way. She asked me over and played

house which we did regularly, she's the Mamma, I'm the Daddy. This time was different though she kissed me

on the lips, not lingering at all but my reaction was instant none the less. She peered down and saw me in my

aroused state, then she laughed and ran through the tall grass claiming I could never catch her. After a while

she said she had to go home but told me that I would make a girl very happy some day.

A few years into my teens I secured a rather large paper route, having to get up quite early to get them all

delivered before school around 5 am. It was always very dark outside and the walk was all downhill to the

paper box, which really sucked because ninety three papers in two paper bags was definitely a grunt all uphill

well for the most part. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to quit that job every other day. Early morning brought

visions of things that were horrifying to me at first. Figures running around in the dark, ghosts on the streets,

fog from the swamp lying in the trees bringing all of this to life.



Facing fear is the hardest thing really and telling my parents these things was not acceptable, assuming

responsibility was the right action. So I did and in time it became easier, the dogs, geese and ducks or horses

whatever was chasing me that day became commonplace.



The first year or two got the proficiency down this delivery thing, I was quite a fat kid well more chubby than

anything. The physicality of the route paired with age changes, being able to work for the Dutch farmers, as well

as my own family really started sculpting me out of my baby fat as mom would say. I was going to be a really

big guy, just in the genetic make up.



About half way through my route this misty morning, already feeling a few chills up my spine cutting through

pathways between close knit houses, more shacks really. This was the poorer part of the route. A soft cooing

sound but with urgency was coming from a small shed. The father collected license plates and they were all

over the building. The door was ajar, thinking it was a small animal that was injured a stealthy approach was

best I thought. Through the door where he fashioned his plates there was a figure laid back on the bench.

It was his daughter Julee and she had something in her hand. It was a cob of corn.

My mind raced back through all of the smut books I read, Oh my God this is real. I bumped a display of plates

and they came clattering to the floor giving up my position, and scaring her half to death. Funny thing was

when she saw me she said "oh it's only you Dean".



Julee and Sherry were about the same age and went to the town school, we had spoke before a few times

but we were not super familiar. Trying to be cavalier about it was tough, what was I doing in the shed spying

on her? She obviously did not see it this way as it was my duty to bring the paper by. In the dimly lit shed with

the chill and mist of the early morn she looked like a Goddess big full round tits, nipples so erect they could

have cut the well worn T shirt she had on, the darkness of her nipples showed through and I was quickly losing

composure. She grabbed my hand and lead me back to the bench were she had been. Only half way through

my route there was no way I could miss my bus. It was like she read my mind was it so easy to read me?

"Don't worry just a couple minutes and you'll be on your way, that is if you will help me out a bit".

Not sure what was harder the lump in my pants or the one in my throat." Ok" I stammered



Never being that close to a girl besides Sherry it was so different now. I wanted to be the dominant force taking

a woman as I so often had read but those realities couldn't come out. Not touching me at all, she laid back on the

bench and showed me a small hole in her pj bottoms. Surely this cob of corn was going to come into play, but it

didn't. "Put your finger in there" she said. I knew it was out of my league .

Julee wasn't pretty per say but she had a tomboy quality with that body that would make me miss ten busses if I

wasn't such a mouse. It was so hot and wet in that hole in her bottoms steam was rising from them. I had big legs,

jeans never fit me well, rugby pants were my go to, it was all out in the open she told me to find her nub, somewhere

in that sea of silk my finger caught a glancing pass. The moan that escaped her lips along with those heaving breasts

and nipples was far to much.



A river appeared through my trousers it ran well below my knee. I felt that ejaculation in the back of my neck,

shivers take me over to this day. Never again would she talk to me knowing who she was dealing with now.

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