I had just read the first page of the journal that I had found when I heard the unmistakable sound of my dad’s car coming down the road. I pushed the journal back into its hiding spot and ran out the door and to our house. Dad had just sat down at the table and was going through the mail, mom was at the stove stirring a pot as she stared into space. I washed my hands and finished setting the table for mom as she finished setting the food on the table. We ate in silence, just as we had done the past two weeks since Steve had died. Mom was picking at her food taking a nibble every now and, dad was finishing his last few bites when he asked, “What did you do today, Mike?”
“I went swimming with Murph and Bug and hiked through the trees for a while.”
Dad pushed his plate away, lit his cigarette and began opening his newspaper, “the lawn needs mowing, you should do that tomorrow.”
“Yes sir, I will do that first thing in the morning, I will also weed the garden.” I helped mom clear and wash the dishes and went to my room. My mind kept going back and forth between seeing my friends naked and wondering what was in that journal. I kept seeing the date, 1922, that was 50 years ago, why was it left in that shed? Who was Walter Hankins?
I got up the next morning, there was still a light dew on the grass, so I decided to weed the garden first. I found a couple ripe tomatoes, so I took them in the house as mom was folding a load of laundry. I filled the mower with gas and finished mowing the lawn an hour and half later. It was almost lunch time, so I made myself a sandwich and asked mom if she needed help with anything else, see said, “thanks Mike but no, you go spend time with your friends.”
I said, “thanks mom, we will be in the trees, just yell if you need me.” I ran out the door taking my sandwich with me.
We had made plans to meet right after lunch, so I was a little bit early, I ran to the shed and found the journal and sat down to start reading.
Miss Fillmore gave me this notebook a few weeks ago, she said that she thought that I was really good at writing and should start recording my thoughts in a journal. I told her that I didn’t know what to write about, but she just said to write whatever I felt, it didn’t matter what it was. She said that she knew I was having a hard time since my ma had passed away last fall, maybe that would be a good place to start. I guess she is right, so here goes.
I am Walter Hankins, I just turned 18 years old in March and finished the 8th grade last week. I live here in Westburg, Tennessee, my ma died last November leaving me alone with my pa. My pa has always been a bastard to both me and my ma, but it is getting worse now that ma is gone. Pa works down at the Thornhill Mill all day and as soon as he gets home, he opens a bottle of whiskey and drinks till he passes out. He wants me to have supper on the table when he gets home, so I make sure everything is ready just to avoid another beating. I make sure his bottle is in easy reach, cause the sooner he starts drinking the sooner he passes out.
He told me that as soon as I was finished with eighth grade that I was going to start working down at the mill with him. Since school has let out, I keep expecting him to tell me that I will going to work with him tomorrow. Today when he got home from work he was in an extra foul mood, he said that stupid old bastard Thornhill had just brought in a load of them damn negros to work in the mill, it was probably going to be late fall before I would be able to go to work. I was secretly relieved, he said that I had better have all his meals prepared and keep the wood pile stocked until I started working, he smacked me across the face to show he meant business. He raised his hand a second time, but I grabbed him by the wrist. He just gave me a look, and for the first time I saw him realize that I was soon going to be able to fight back.
As I chopped wood, kept the house cleaned and prepared our meals I was trying to figure a way to get out this dead-end town. I knew once I started working at that mill I would be stuck forever. I checked with a few of the other houses on Mulberry Road to see if they had any odd jobs that they needed to have done. I began splitting wood and doing cleanup chores for three of the families near our house. I was hiding the money in a can in the old tool shed behind our house, I wasn’t sure how much I would need to leave, but I figured anything would be better than nothing when the time came.
I had just finished splitting wood for Mrs. Harris, I was walking down the road back to my house, I decided to take a quick swim in Walters Pond to cool off. As I got closer to the pond I heard water splashing, I walked around the corner and stood behind a tree to see who was swimming. I saw a splash of water and the rope that was tied to a nearby tree, swinging in the breeze. A few seconds later I saw a black kid about my age walk out of the water and grab the rope and swing into the water once again. He was naked, just as the rest of us all did many times before. This was the first time that I had seen a black naked, I know it was no different than seeing my friends, I mean we all have the same parts and all. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him, he had the longest pecker that I had ever seen, and I was beginning to get a strange feeling in my trousers that I had never felt before. I thought I saw him look toward me, so the next time he was in the water, I snuck away and headed to the old shed to add today’s money to my can. It was getting late, and I knew pa would be coming home soon, so I ran home and got supper ready. I will write more tomorrow.
Just as I was going to go on to the next page, I heard Bug and Murph coming through the trees, I stashed the journal and spread the Playboys out. They walked in and I said, “it’s about time you got here.”
Bug said, “my old man left me a list of chores to do before I could leave, I just got done.”
Murph added, “yeah, I had to watch my kid brother until my mom got back from the store.”
“Well, you are here now, have a seat and grab a magazine.”
We picked up where we left off the day before, soon we were all naked and jerking ourselves. I continued to check my friends out over the top of my magazine, Jesus how did Bug not pass out once all his blood went to his dick. I kept thinking, why was this turning me on? The girls in the Playboy should be doing that.
Murph stood to get a different magazine and bent over right in front of me to pick through the pile, damn he had a nice-looking ass, full and round, shit, what was I thinking, if these two knew what I was thinking they would beat the hell out of me. Bug joined Murph looking for a magazine that he hadn’t seen yet and I started to compare the two asses before me. Murph with his round bubble butt and Bug with flat cheeks that was just an extension of his back with a crack in the center. I chuckled to myself as Bug bent down and those big nuts hung halfway down to his knees.
Murph stood up, “shit I think I have seen all of these already, I will take them back home and bring another batch from my dad’s stash tomorrow.”
That night as I was trying to get to sleep, my mind kept going back and forth from Bug’s nuts, Murph’s ass and then to the black dick that Walter had described in the journal. Jesus, I need to get my mind off this, it’s not right to think about my friends like this, what the hell is wrong with me?
We met at the shed every couple of days for the next week, Bug said, “well, my mom signed me up for a summer camp, I am going to be gone for the next two weeks.” Murph told us that he had to go to his grandparents for the next two weeks too, so I was on my own for a while. The garden was getting ready to pick, so mom started to can the produce, I would pick and clean the vegetables in the morning and mom would can them in the afternoon. The second day after the guys had left, I decided to go to Walters Pond for a swim. I grabbed a towel and headed down the road, on the way I saw someone walking toward me. As we got closer, I noticed he was about my age with blonde hair and was shirtless with just a pair of cutoffs and sneakers, just as I was. I said, “hi, I am Mike.”
He said, “hey, I am Kyle.” He explained that his family had just moved into the old Henderson place and his dad had just started working at the mill. I told him I was headed to the pond for a swim and invited him to go along, he accepted, and we headed to the pond. We swam for an hour and then sat on a rock to dry off and talk. I found Kyle very easy to talk to and soon were sharing all the details of our lives, he told me about his family, and I told him about mine including my brother Steve being killed last month. I told him about Murph and Bug and all about the clubhouse we had, I asked if he wanted to check it out.
Once we got to the shed, I told Kyle about the Playboys and pulled them out of the floor. He took one and started to flip through the pages, I watched him, and he didn’t seem as interested in them as Bug and Murph did. I asked him if would like a different magazine.
He said, “no that’s ok, it’s just that this is kind of boring.”
I agreed, I told him about us stripping down and jerking off together without even thinking about it. He became a little more interested and I just went right into telling him about Bug’s big dick. It was just so easy to talk to Kyle that I was telling him things that Bug, Murph and I agreed to keep secret. I made him promise not to tell anyone else, especially not Murph and Bug. He agreed.
I said, “if I can trust you not to tell anyone, I have one more secret.”
“Sure Mike, you can trust me.”
“I found this when I was hiding the Playboys.” I pulled the journal out of its hiding place and filled him in the first pages that I had read.
He said, “wow have you read any more?”
“Not yet, I planned on reading some more after my swim today, do you want to read it with me?”
“Sure.” We settled in next to each other as I opened the journal to where I had left off.
I went back to the pond the next day, just as the day before there was splashing as I approached. I took a deep breath and walked up the path, deciding not to hide today, I saw the same boy swinging into the water as I reached the shore. His head came up out of the water and he gave a cautious look.
I said, “hi, I am Walter.”
He said, “I am Ellis, is it ok that I swim here?”
“Oh sure, all of us in the area use the pond, it’s ok.”
Relieved he started to walk out of the water, as he got close to the shore more of his body came into view. I was in awe as I watched the water run off of his brown chest, then his stomach and finally his willie and balls. It was even bigger than when I saw it yesterday.
He asked, “do you want to join me?”
“Yes, I do.”
I watched his pecker bounce back and forth as he walked to the rope and swung back into the pond. I removed my clothes and grabbed the rope to join him in the water. We swam around and took turns swinging on the rope and trying to splash each other. Ellis ran to the shore and climbed back on the rope, took a big run, and flung himself off the rope landing right next to me. As he came up for air, I swear I felt his pecker rub along my leg. I looked him in the eye as he stayed right next to me, returning my gaze. He had deep dark brown eyes and I was surprised to feel my willie stiffen. I was standing in shallow enough water that the head of my pecker poked into view. Ellis looked down as I felt the embarrassment rise in my face. His eyes were still locked on mine as he reached over and grabbed my swollen willie, I let out a moan as he started to stoke me. I reached over to return the favor, I could hardly get my fingers wrapped around him as I started stroking, I felt him swell even bigger.
Ellis said, “I saw you watching me yesterday, why didn’t you join me then?”
Suddenly we heard a Model T drive down the road.
I said, “shit it is later than I thought, my pa will be home soon, I have to get supper ready. Will you meet me here again tomorrow?”
I sat back and looked at Kyle, “Damn, I wasn’t expecting that.”
Kyle said, “me neither, did they really do that kind of thing back then?”
“Well, I guess so,”
Kyle sat back in his chair, trying to process what we had just read.
I looked at Kyle, “What do you want to do now?”
He smiled, “I think I want go skinny-dipping.”
I was stunned, I didn’t know what to say, I just kept my eyes locked on Kyle’s. I reached over and took Kyle’s hand and said, “come on, let’s go.” He grinned wide as we ran out the door to the pond.
Kyle kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off before we had reached the shore of the pond. There was no longer a rope to swing on, so he just dove into the pond. I was still pulling my clothes off as I saw his ass disappear into the water, God I thought Murph had a great ass, but Kyle’s was twice as good. I ran and dove in behind Kyle, my hard cock flopping up and down the whole way. I came out of the water and turned to find Kyle, he swam up behind me and I felt his hardon rub against my ass. I reached back to grab his cock and began to stoke him, he reached around and found my dick. My mind was racing, all those feelings I had while watching Bug and Murph the last couple weeks were coming true right now. We stoked each other for just a couple of minutes when Kyle said, “shit, you are pushing me over the edge.”
I felt my balls tighten and without warning I erupted all over Kyle’s hand and into the water. Kyle groaned as I felt him spray my ass cheeks with his own hot load. We stood there for a minute catching our breath still holding each other’s softening dicks. Kyle splashed water on my ass to clean me off and I turned to face him, He gave me a wide smile, “I wonder if Walter and Ellis felt this good?”
“I am sure they did, do you want to meet again tomorrow and find out?”
“For sure.”
