THE MAKING OF A MAN:

I, Maklin, was born during the Second World War and bounced around during the final years of its stay among several family members. During those years my mother, Martie, was very busy with another two pregnancies and the effort to keep things solvent while her husband (my father) was overseas in the Navy.

But, at the beginning of my fourth grade of school, the family settled down on a small farm of six acres and things went very smoothly over the years there. It had previously been a very much larger farm and had the house to prove it, it having room for at least nine sleepers upstairs and the main bedroom on the main floor. It still had a barn suitable for up to four cows, a chicken house for forty and another building adapted to a commercial chicken house (for raising fryers) with a possible population of a hundred. There was a small brooder house and a combination cool room and wood shed, too. We had two milk cows, one beef and raised a hog each year. As my mother and step-father worked it, it became a very practical place to raise children and make their way in life.

My step-father worked at a gas station in town, and took the extra eggs and the milk from the two milk cows with him to sell it. The proceeds from this regularly made the mortgage payments on the farm. His boss got as big kick out of it, since it attracted further customers to his station, with a lot of competition in those days.

I always felt that I was small in those days, and after all I was only just about ten when we moved there. But, when I look back at the pictures of my classes of school, I was square in the middle of the smaller guys. But, mom had the idea that I could do a lot more on the farm than my size indicated, and it was a constant matter of stress between us, since I am beyond stubborn about things that I am convinced of.

I was somewhat of a loner child, because I didn’t have a very close relationship with my siblings (except my year younger sister,) nor the cousins when they visited. I was usually off on my own, unless there was something specific for me to do in the house or around the farm.

I was a loosely associated member of a very unpopular religion of that time, but came to be unconvinced that I wanted to devote my life to it closely, because of a number of very inconvenient rules of conduct among them. So, I limited my association with it to be an attender and enjoyer of the social side over the years, to the disappointment of a number of the young ladies that bought totally into it.

Because of the extent that I was obedient to their standards at school, I was not hated, but not popular with the other students, either. And at home things were very strained between mother and me, because of my resistance to her pushing me to do things that I just was not strong enough or otherwise qualified to do.

So, I was considering making other friends out of the family, not related to my religion or family. But, definitely including a girl or girls, with my rising interest in the opposite sex.

About the time that I was about to start the fifth grade, my sister let me know that a girl just down the country road a bit was interested in meeting me. She was a year younger than me, and a very cute little red head. Her mother had approached mine and inquired if her little girl alone in the home, with no resident siblings, could be my little friend. My mother was noncommittal at the time because of her resentment at my attitudes and so left the opening alone. But, I took it upon myself to take a late summer day to walk down to her house and introduce myself. Both she and her mother were delighted with my appearance at their door.

When I was ushered in, she mentioned just a couple of common rules of the house and little Ruthie took me by the hand to her room for us to become acquainted. It was definitely a little girl’s room with stuffed animals and bright colors and a very soft bed. She showed no hesitancy over us talking and playing games at all. Seemed to be really enthused to have someone to share this with.

After her mother brought up some snacks and a soda to share, Ruthie wanted to go out and take a walk around the place with me. So, we gathered up the cookies and single soda and walked out the back door to her back yard. Her place was about the same size as ours, but had never been a serious farm. It just had a very nice home near the common road, a little south of us and on the opposite side of the road. But, outside the back door and beyond the small mowed yard, was a large field of about five acres and a dense forest of second growth trees behind it. So, whatever happened out there would have a lot of privacy. And, of course her mother knew that.

As we walked out there, Ruthie took my hand and set herself very closely beside me. This was the first time in my life that a female, except for my oldest sister, one year younger than me, had ever shown any individual attentions to me. And I liked it very much. As we strode through her family’s undeveloped field with its tall grass along a path that she had likely developed herself, she lightly chatted about inconsequential things and led me to the woods. When we got to the end of the field and the beginning of the forest, we had to climb thru an old board fence and then she led me to a small and dark cleared spot and sat me down with her.

She continued chatting for a bit and then suddenly stopped and leaned over to kiss me. I leaned into her, also and the kiss though rather chaste due to our ages, was none-the-less monumental in my introduction to interpersonal relations between boys and girls. We both took to it with undisguised ardor and it stretched out for several minutes. Then it abruptly stopped and she indicated that it was time to return to the house. When we walked into the back door, her mother showed some relief at our short time alone out of the house together and took me into her arms to cuddle me up to her breasts and invited me to come back anytime. I walked back home in a dither over something that had been so brief and so fun, and so suddenly cut off. I couldn’t wait to repeat it.

Over the next couple of years there were a number of revelations about Ruthie’s family opened up to me. Like that Susan’s, her mother, husband had abandoned the family a couple of years before I met them. He lived in Boston and sent a check to support his abandoned wife every month, while he pursued his other romantic interests and worked there. I never did understand that, since Susan, was a fine looking woman and not withholding of affections either. As I became more and more of a fixture at her home with Ruthie and her, she began sitting to watch the T.V. with me on one side of her and Ruthie on the other, with me often laying my head on to her bounteous breasts as I rested watching a show on the tube. And when I would spend a night over there, I would sleep with Ruthie, but innocently. But, when Ruthie began to have her periods, she out of girlish embarrassment over it, would have me sleep with her mother for those nights. I never did sleep in her brother’s room, because he was expected to reclaim it when he got out of the Army.

One Saturday, when I was talking with Ruthie in her room, I could hear some sobs from the living room and I saw Susan with tears in her eyes. She handed the post card to Ruthie with her and me aghast at what we expected. But, what it said was that after not knowing where Alex was for a year, he had been found in an Army hospital recuperating from some grievous wounds. But, he was expected to recover, it was just not certain to what degree that it would be at that time. They would let Susan know later. And when I thought about it at the time, I realized that Susan must have been really young when Alex was born, perhaps no more than sixteen. That put some other things into perspective for me.

Another thing substantial that came about during that time, was when I was rummaging around in her garage that had no car in it, I found a vintage Troy Built tiller there. It had evidently not been run since the husband had left the home. So, I put some gas in it from the gas can next to it and tried to start it up. It balked at that, but eventually gave in and ran very roughly. Since, my family was developing a very large garden in the front half acre field, she gave me permission to use it there, which would save my sister and me from a lot of back breaking work in maintaining the garden.

My step dad had hired a neighbor to plow and disk the field and then afterward he used something called a harrow, I think. It was designed to pull the long grass roots out of the soil, so that they wouldn’t get in the way of the newly planted seeds when they came up. Unfortunately, they only removed the roots near the surface and none of the deep rooted ones at all. So, in time, the garden was a weedy mess despite my and my sister’s continued efforts. My mother was very upset over this, because she was counting on canning everything she could from the garden.

But, Susan let me walk the tiller a couple of blocks to our place and my step dad worked it over and got it running very well. So, I used it to till between the rows and it eliminated about three quarters of the weeds, greatly reducing the weeding efforts. I had to return it after each use, but used it at least once a week throughout the rest of the gardening year. This greatly appreciated gardening accommodation to us considerably reduced any resentment between my mom and Susan as to my spending so much time over there. After that, I could be there as much as I wanted, as long as my school grades didn’t regress and my home chores were done, And I spent many a day and night at the home of Susan and Ruthie.

When I had moved to the farm with my family, I had been among the smallest in my class, but over the years due to normal growing and perhaps accelerated development because of my mother’s cooking and Susan’s additional efforts, I grew very quickly. By the time I was twelve, I was five feet-five inches and a hundred and thirty-five pounds. By the time I was fourteen, I was five feet-nine inches and one hundred and sixty-five pounds. And none of it was fat. In the working around the farm, of which I was able to take up more of the load at home and also help around Susan’s’ home, I was growing up fit. It didn’t hurt that I did a lot of walking around the area with Ruthie, either. And she grew very little. She topped out at about five feet tall and about a hundred pounds, but I thought that she was wonderful, just the way she was.

On the night that I turned fourteen, I was at Susan’s because my family didn’t celebrate birthdays. And since it happened that Ruthie was in her first night of a new period, I was designated to sleep with Susan. Nothing at all unusual was detected by me when we all went to bed, but I did notice that Susan had on only a very short nightgown, that she had never worn before when I was in bed with her.

That night was another big change in my life. Evidently Susan hadn’t been intimate with anyone since her husband had left her about five years earlier. And now with my aggressive manly development, I was going to be recruited to change that and be introduced to things that I would eventually share with my dear Ruthie.

As we laid in bed, she waited until I was almost asleep and then rolled over to me, now with the night gown off and cuddled up to me with my face on her breast. She whispered into my ear, “Now Maklin, you are going to learn about things to share with Ruthie, in another year. I want you two to be happy for all of your lives, just like you have been so far. Just relax and I will lead you on to what you should do.”

With that whisper, she rolled up to be over me and began a very gentle manner of kissing, concentrating on my eyes, cheeks and nose. After several minutes of this her lips moved to my mouth with very light touches of it. And with this, she moved her hands to have mine moved up to cup and massage her breasts. As she moaned into my mouth, with her tongue encountering mine, she also leaned into my hands as they gave loving attentions to her breastworks. And her upper leg, moved over to lay between my legs, massaging my member in the process.

At that point, I could feel my member leaking something onto her leg and belly, and so she backed up and moved down to lick it off. When that was done, she had us move into a position (I later learned to be the 69 position.) and we each moved our mouths to give the other deeply sensitive attentions to their private regions. I felt myself releasing more of what I came to know as my cum to her and began to receive hers to me. I had never tasted it before and because of whom it was coming from, it tasted just wonderful and I licked up every drop of it that I could find.

As my tongue massaged her beautiful privates, she began to murmur over her mouth on me to continue my service to her and not to stop. I had no interest in stopping such a splendidly lovely service to this warm-hearted woman.

But, before we each got too tired, she raised up and had me move between her hips with her down on her back. Then with a teary sheen to her eyes, she guided me up and into her private hole that hadn’t been man invaded in several years. I could see then that this was not just for me, but for her, too.

Since this was the first time for me, I entered all the way in immediately and soon after emptied my cum up into her belly. I was quick to apologize, but she shushed me and said that I would learn better, and that this was a wonderful first effort. She let me plunge into her for several minutes afterwards and then we fell asleep with our naked bodies intertwined for the night. We got up in the morning before Ruthie, but couldn’t keep the assignations secret for long. And I was challenged to get Ruthie to wait for the months until she would reach the age that Susan had actually first had her vagina invaded by a male’s cock.

A few weeks after this, Susan’s son, Alex, came back from his stay in the hospital. He wasn’t totally well yet, but well on his way. And with the help of a visiting rehabilitation nurse, he made rapid progress in his recovery. They quickly fell in love and after that, it wasn’t just his arms, legs and back that was being rehabilitated. They married after six months and took up residence in the house, with Susan, too. And within a year, Alex got the local Postal Drive Route and kept it for the rest of his long life. They never moved out of the house and just built on to it for some separate space for themselves. For some reasons that I didn’t know of, they never had any children, but seemed unfazed by that as they lived happily through the years together. She continued on for years in her nursing duties, too.

After the year of tutoring by Susan, I was ready and very eager to take my learned prowess to begin my intimate life with Ruthie, and she was even more ready than I was. By then I had grown to six foot, and one hundred-ninety pounds. Ruthie was topped out at five feet and never did get much bigger than that in her entire life, except for her pregnancies.

On our first intimate night together, she was so very enthused about having my me up into her. She had dreamed of this for months, often while listening to her mother and me with my lessons. So, when we first went to bed together, she wasn’t into a lot of preliminaries. We kissed deeply right away, did 69 to light up each other’s intimate zones and then she was on her twin butt cheeks up on a pillow and had me between her legs with my member moving up and past her hymen. Evidently she in her excitement didn’t even feel the loss of it. But, she did feel my member reach the upper limit of her vagina and with that, she began to enthusiastically thrust up and down with me in her. Her eyes had a seriously determined expression and her hands were firm in holding me into her until I shot all of my cum into her upper vault.

Then she held me in place, evidently wanting a baby initiated then, like it was gotten the first time for her mother. While this was going on, she very tenderly kissed and caressed me and told me how much in love with me, she was. My heart was melting in her arms and I saw out of the corner of my eyes, her mother at the door with tears in her eyes and a satisfied expression on her face. Thank goodness she didn’t get a child that night and her mother had her practice a couple of forms of birth control to delay that until she graduated from high school.

We slept together every night after that and made love often to both of our warm hearted feelings for each other.

When I graduated from high school, I had no plans at that time to attend a college and so I was drafted into the army, and because of me being fit and six foot four inches and two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle and bone, they made me a M.P, for my three years of active service. I married Ruthie just before being sent overseas on my first leave. And we got her pregnant with a girl right on the wedding night.

When I got home after the rather rapidly moving three years of Army service, I came home and applied for a position as a county deputy sheriff. And I was accepted because of my service to the country, my experience and because I had completed a correspondence course in law enforcement while I was serving. My primary area of patrolling was centered right on my life with Ruthie.

We had several children and when Susan died many years later, she left the house jointly to Alex and Ruthie and both of us couples lived there together over the years. They loved our children and we got along well as adults, also.

I did come to be a Senior M.P. Sergeant in the Army over the years in the reserves.

And Ruthie never did become tired of my loving her up right up until she died in my arms many years down the road.