Deep South Growing Up

ave you ever fucked so much that you strained yourself, well that is what happened to me? When JL and I left the Grinsted place I was whooped, JL wasn’t much better, but I had started my day with Josh waking me up jacking me off then not more than an hour later he’s down on his knees sucking me off. Then working up a sweat cleaning the horse stalls. Loading a trailer with bales of hay and off to the Grinsted place unloading the hay, then after several more cums. The trip back we were both quiet, I was so tired I dozed off and almost fell off the fender, if JL hadn’t grabbed me. And the trip only took 15 or 20 minutes to get back to the farm.

I was whipped, I didn’t think my dick would ever get hard again. JL backed the trailer under the shed, then said don’t you ever tell what we done today, might get JL killed us black men ain’t supposed to be fucking white women, but white women just love JL’s dick, then he laughed. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. When you learn to drive the tractor, you will be taking hay and other things to Mrs. Grinsted and you can bet you are going to be one fucked little white boy. Now you better get in that house and get you some food cause you gona need your strength.

At the mention of food my belly started sending signals thinking my throat been cut. Food was the last thing that had been on my mind since my last meal. I took off in a hurry to get my supper. I went in the kitchen door after scrapping my brogans good. No one was in the kitchen, I thought that it was going to be a long time until breakfast. I was about to turn and leave when Aunt Marie, said where you going Donnie, ain’t you hungry, I am bout starved to death Aunt Marie. Well you ain’t sitting at my table stinking like a race hoss. Git your self a bath and change into them clean overalls, leave them nasty clothes in the washroom so I can get them cleaned up. So, down the hall I went as I past Joyce’s room she was laying across her bed wearing short short’s couldn’t help noticing that Joyce would probably have her Mama’s ass, Joyce looked up and in her haughty way said well if you ain’t you special, Ma don’t usually let the help use our bathroom, well hello Miss Joyce Ise am so happy that you have recovered yo voice. I thought you had lost it fo good, in my best negro sounding voice. Im so glad yall don’t mind the hired help in the house. Come to think of it, I seem to remember that this old poor boy might be your cousin.