A Walk in the Country

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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A Walk in the Country

This is one of those anthology captions that grew out of control. It was inspired by a picture of a girl and boy walking in a forested setting. Only I imagined her dressed and him naked. It is also sort of a precursor to Saw Mill Ridge – at least about the setting.

I’ll never forget that summer. I was almost 13 and the world was mine for the taking.

My mom and Aunt Clara decided to go to “the camp.”

The camp used to be an old logging mill. Most of it was torn down, but the bunkhouse still remains.

My great-grandfather bought the place soon after it was closed down and I remember grandpa and my dad talking about how they used to rough it.

The men in the family used it during hunting season. Then they reconnected the electricity and water and put up walls and turned it into a place where our families could go enjoy it. I remember the fun times I’d have as a little girl playing with my cousins.

This year it was just me, mom, my aunt and my cousin, Jason. I liked my cousin. He was 15 and going into Junior year in high school. I was looking forward to going into middle school.

Now I had known all about boys since – well, since I don’t know when. I can’t ever recall not knowing what boys looked like “down there.” A lot of my friends had little brothers. It made those human relations classes I took a lot easier. I didn’t blush like the other girls did when they showed us pictures of men’s penises.

In fact, I found the whole concept of human reproduction interesting: mostly from a scientific point of view. It was also nice to know what was happening to my body as well.

Then those things did start happening to my body and my point of view on boys and their penises changed. I came to understand about this thing called sex. There is gender: that’s simply a matter of biology: what parts does your body have – and then there is sex – what do you do with these parts.

I spent hours ideating on what it must be like to be a boy and have my sex organs exposed and on the outside at all times. It made me think how vulnerable they are like that.

I wondered if boys were constantly aware that they had a penis. I tried putting a carrot in my panties and found I could not ignore it, especially when I sat down. How inconvenient it must be to have one of these organs attached to you like that.

It’s no wonder that boys masturbate all the time. If I had it hanging out like that I’d be touching it all the time.

I was more than curious I had to know. It took all the courage I had, but I had to confide in Jason. So I asked my cousin while we were out walking, “Jason, do you – um – masturbate?”

“WHAT!”

“I mean I heard that boys ‘do it;’ you know, play with themselves.”

“Some boys do, I suppose.”

“Yeah, but do *you* do it?”

“That’s a very personal question, Mandy.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know.”

“Well, what if I do?”

“I just want to know what it’s like – I mean, for a boy.”

“OK, if I tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone?”

“I swear.”

“OK, so what do you want to know?”

“Well, like, how do you do it?”

“I take it in my hand and just sort of stroke it. Some boys use a lubricant like baby oil. Others just pull the skin of the shaft over the head.”

I looked at him, trying to picture how this must look. I think he got the idea that more of an explanation was needed. So he made a fist and brought it down to his crotch and moved it out and back a couple of times.

“Oh!” I said, suddenly comprehending. “Is that what boys call ‘jerking off?’”

He nodded.

“So how do you do it. I mean do you use baby oil, or do you just pull the skin over it?”

“I’ve done it both ways. Doing it ‘wet’ is more fun, but it’s messier, so I normally do it ‘dry;’ I pull the skin over. You can do that anywhere, anytime.”

“So why do you do it? What makes it fun?”

“It feels good when I cum.”

“Cum?”

“Yeah, don’t they teach you anything in sex-ed?”

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of semen – you know, the stuff that makes babies?”

“Yes,” I nodded, still not getting it.

“And ejaculation.”

“Oh!” I said with another revelation.

“Well ejaculation is when the sperm comes out. Since it *comes* out, it’s called cum.”

“I always wondered: how do boys know when to make pee and make sperm?”

“Pee happens, when pee happens. Your bladder gets full, you take it out and you pee. It’s as simple as that.”

“And?” I said, mining for more information.

“And if you rub a penis enough, it cums.”

“So you have to do something to it to make that happen.”

“Well, yes, most of the time. Back when I was younger and before I learned how to do it, it would happen sometimes when I was sleeping. It really made a mess.”

“Like wetting your pants?” I said unwisely, interrupting his explanation.

“Worse. It’s sticky and gooey.”

“Yech.”

“So how long do you have to rub it to make it make sperm?”

“It depends on how horny I am and how long it’s been since I last did it.”

“Horny?”

“Yeah, I like dating Regina, but she can be a real cock-tease. She’ll get me all riled up and then leave me there. I get a really bad case of blue balls and I have to go home and jerk off.”

“Oh.” That word was becoming my favorite phrase. I was learning so much! I hoped I could keep him talking. He seemed to relax a bit now that the conversation got going. I think he was actually proud to tell me things I didn’t know. He also let loose with words like cock and blue balls. I think he’s trying to make me blush. I’ll go along with it.

“If you’re really horny, how long does it take?”

“Sometimes, less than a minute.”

“And if Regina hasn’t cock-teased you?” I figured I could give back.

“Well that depends on how long it’s been since I last came. If it’s been a couple of days, then that makes me horny all by itself. Also – I have pictures I can look at to get me in the mood.”

“What kind of pictures?”

“Dirty pictures, you fool. You know naked women with titties and pussies.”

“Oh.” There I went again.

“So why would you want to look at pictures if they make you horny.”

“Because it makes jerking off a lot better.”

I didn’t say it this time, but went on to my next question. “But you still haven’t told me how long.”

“I don’t know, 5, 10 minutes, especially if I just did it.”

“You can do it more than once?”

“Of course.”

“Like how many times?”

“I did it five times in one day once.”

“What kept you from doing it more – you did tell me it was fun – am I right?”

“Of course it’s fun, but a guy only has so much cum in him. He has to wait between times before he can do it again and even then there is only so much cum he can make in a day.”

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long is your penis, but what I really meant was how long do you have to wait between doing it?”

“Maybe 15 minutes – at first. The more you do it, the longer you have to wait in between.”

“Wow!” I was amazed at how much intimate stuff he was telling me. I had to press on.

“So when was the last time you did it?”

“The day before we left.”

“That’s almost three days ago. Are you horny?”

He laughed, “Now you’re catching on. Here, let me show you something.”

We stopped walking and he made me stop and stand in front of him and look at his crotch. There was a lump in his shorts. I looked closely and I saw a wet spot.

“See,” he said, “that’s a hard-on. You probably know it better as an erection. When boys get horny, they get hard-ons.”

“Do hard-ons make you pee?” I asked pointing at his wet spot.

“No, that’s something else. It’s called pre-cum. When a guy gets really excited, it leaks out.”

“So you’re really excited now?”

“Why not? I haven’t been able to jerk-off for the past couple of days and it doesn’t look like I’ll get the chance as long as we are here. Also, I’m talking to a very pretty girl about a very intimate subject. I mean just talking about it is hot – and with a girl too.”

“You really think I’m pretty?”

He laughed again. “Don’t take this the wrong way. Your mom is a really hot babe – and – you look like her. Of course, you’re pretty. Come back in another year or two and you’ll have my friends drooling all over you.” At this point he pointed to the wet spot in his shorts.

I had to digest all this. My head was spinning, my stomach was in a knot and I was feeling really funny “down there.” I knew it wasn’t my period – I had just finished that. This sensation actually felt good.

“Then I’m the first girl you’ve talked to about this?”

“Yes. I haven’t even told my girlfriend.”

“Have you talked to other boys about this?”

“Of, course not. I’m not gay.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. There’s nothing wrong with being gay. It’s just not for me.”

From somewhere I gained the courage to make my next statement, “I think I can help you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think I can make it so you are not horny.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you jerk off right here.”

“In front of you?”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“But you’re a girl.”

“A pretty girl, if I just heard correctly. Besides, I’m your cousin. We’re family. I won’t tell.”

“But ...”

“But what? You said you were horny and you said that jerking off makes you not so horny. You can’t do it back in the cabin, there’s no privacy there. We’re going to be together – I mean our folks are going to question if either of us go off on our own.

So if you want to do it, I’m giving you the opportunity to do it.”

“OK. If I’m going to show mine, are you going to show yours?”

“I’m not ready for that yet.”

“No deal.”

“OK, suit yourself. I’m not the one who is horny. Think about it. We have another week here. I’ll make sure to stick to you like glue. How blue will your balls be by then?”

“OK, but just between us two.”

“Of course, why would I tell anyone and ruin a good thing: both for me and for you. Go ahead, do it.”

He did it. He not only just took it out, he got completely naked. It would have been enough if he had just stripped down to his underpants. He had a terrific body, but I really wanted to see “the good parts.”

It was erected and I no longer had to guess how big it was. It was at least a half a foot and maybe longer and it had a clear, viscus drop leaking from the pee hole.

“That’s the pre-cum I was talking about. Go ahead, touch it, it won’t hurt you.”

I stuck out a finger and gently wiped the drop away. His penis twitched and I jumped back.

“It doesn’t bite,” he laughed.

I rubbed the drop between finger and thumb. It was slippery but also sticky at the same time.

I put my fingers up to my nose. It had a faint odor but didn’t smell like pee.

“I dare you to taste it,” he said.

“What’s it taste like?”

“Try it and find out.”

“OK. Mr. Smarty Pants, I will.”

I took a tentative lick. It wasn’t enough, so I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it. This seemed to delight my cousin. It tasted a bit like raw egg. Not my favorite thing, but tolerable.

“OK, so now I did my thing. It’s your turn to do yours.”

He stood there before me, naked and took his hand, wrapped it around his already erected organ and started pumping it.

“How many times do you have to jerk it to make it – cum?” I said having difficulty putting a sentence together.

“I don’t know. Stop asking me questions. I have to concentrate.”

“Sorry.”

He smiled back at me. “Why don’t you sit right there and I’ll stand in front of you and do it. Just let me look at your face and that will be inspiration enough to get me going.

He resumed jerking on his penis with his fist. I was amazed at how fast he did it. I wanted to ask him, but decided not to break his concentration. I can always ask later.

He must have been exceptionally horny because it happened fast. His cum came. I was shocked.

First of all, I didn’t expect it to come in spurts. I had always thought boys sort of peed sperm and he never mentioned it. I thought for a moment that the first squirt was it – show over. But no, he had more in him. He spurted again and again. Maybe a dozen times.

Finally, with the last few squirts being no more than dribbles, he stopped.

“Why did you stop?”

“Because that’s all there is – for now.”

“OK. So can you do it again?”

“Like I told you I have to wait.”

“Oh yeah, what did you say, 15 minutes?”

“As horny as I am with you looking at me like this, maybe less.”

A sat on the grass as he wondered around, penis flopping from side to side as he walked. It never did get totally soft and even I could tell he was ready when it was back at full attention.

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