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Timothy - 3. Chapter 3
Saturday morning, I was washing my car when Mom and Dad drove up. “Tim, need any help?”
“Dad, I didn’t know you were planning on driving over. Where is Mom?”
“We just got here, and your mother is waiting in the car.”
“Let’s go, and I’ll show you my apartment.” I went and hugged Mom, Walking into the common room, Mrs. Kenner entered from her living room. I introduced Mom and Dad. Mrs. Kenner offered them to stop before leaving for tea.
Mom was surprised when she saw the apartment. Being a mother, she checked the refrigerator, and I knew she was making a list. She had to sit on the bed to see if it was comfortable, so she said. If it weren’t, I’d probably have a new mattress within a week.
I have sisters, but I am the only son. My mother was very protective of me. I heard many times, “Tim, you can spoil the girls, and I’ll spoil our son.”
My oldest sister is ten years older than me. My other sister is two years older than me. My older sister was a mistake. She was different from my younger sister and had no time for me. She referred to me as the mistake.
She went to an all girl’s school. A friend of hers introduced her to this older man who was quite wealthy. She married him for his money, and I heard he married her to have a trophy wife.
My younger sister is a junior and studying to be a nurse. During the summer, she volunteers at the local hospital. We are very close.
When I was in high school, I had a friend that lived on a small farm. His dad worked at the car plant, but I think he wanted to be a farmer. He had a small farm where he had chickens and goats, plus a vegetable garden. He made goat cheese, which he sold.
Donnie, my best friend, was his son who was responsible for milking the goats by hand. I was 14 the summer Donnie wanted to teach me how to milk the goats. “I would get it done faster, and we would have more free time to hang around.” Being his best friend, I agreed. He milked the goats at 6 am and 6 pm. He asked me to come over at 5 pm, and he would show me how to milk the goats. I would stay for dinner, as my pay, so he said.
The day we agreed I would go and learn how to milk the goats was the following Saturday. When I arrived, Donnie was smiling. “You need to change into these shorts. You don’t want to get your clothes dirty or smelling like a goat.”
He handed me a pair of old shorts, and I noticed there were well worn and had a few holes. “I know, they have a lot of holes, but those goats will eat anything.”
Dressed, we went to the goat shed. One of the goats had a kid sucking on her teat. Ronnie laughed, “Be careful. If a kid sees your dick hanging out, they will think it’s a teat and start sucking it.”
I looked at Donnie, and he was laughing. Then I realized why the shorts had so many holes.
Sure enough, Donnie had two stools, and when you sat on them with your feet apart, you would expose your dick. “Tim, sit here. Watch what I do, and then you can copy.”
I sat facing Donnie when he led in a female goat, positioning her between us. He reached for one of her teats and started to squeeze, “Do it like this.” I watched as he squeezed at the top and then ran his fingers down, creating a push action.
I guess I wasn’t doing it right. “Here, I’ll show you.” He reached under the goat and took my dick in his hand.
“Donnie, stop. What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you how to move your fingers.”
“Okay, you can stop.” Donnie laughed.
“You liked that. Be honest.”
“We are supposed to be milking goats.” I had to admit to myself that his demonstration proved successful. We took turns milking that goat.
“You can try one by yourself.” He brought another goat in for milking.
I took the bucket, sitting on the stool, I began to milk the goat. A kid that was sucking on a goat’s teat came over where I was milking. He started to suck on one of the goat’s teats. He wasn’t getting any milk as it was the teat I had finished milking. He found something else to suck on, my dick.
“Donnie, I need help.”
Donnie came, and when he saw the kid sucking on my dick, he laughed, “Tim, relax. Enjoy it. That is probably the best blow job you’ll ever get.”
By this time, my dick was hard. Donnie was right, and it did feel better than my hand.
That was the start of my introduction to gay sex. Donnie would suck my dick and I would suck his. We watched a male goat mount a female and that led to us fucking each other.
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