FOREWORD
During 2002, Literotica.com challenged volunteer writer's to create stories for as many story categories as possible. This chapter is part of a novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a number of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before.
I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of very erotic reading that will appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for anyone visiting Literotica. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it'll occasionally flirt mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.
Many of these chapters could go into many different Literotica story categories. Many of these chapters could be submitted as First Time, Erotic Couplings, Lesbian, OR Incest.
For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex. Yet the sex comes about in reaction to female induced arousal. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a straight, bi, or gay reader could relate to and enjoy this chapter.
Chapters 2~4 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between sister's. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for everyone. LOL
Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people.
By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
Thank you. W_S
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Chapter 1 - Two Young Friends Grow Up Together
Both young adults now, Jim and I have been best friends since we were 7-years old. Most of our hanging out has always with each other, though we both had and have a couple other friends. Our being friends is not surprising when you learn our family farms were the only families with kids close enough to each other to walk or bike to for a visit.
We lived in a very large Midwest county, filled with very large farms, but very small communities. Our farm was over 500 acres, Jim's family had more than 800. His Dad had added a brother's land when he gave up farming for a factory job near Chicago, and a regular paycheck.
Ours was a poor county, but it had little poverty. The rich people were in Battle Creek, Michigan. You know them, the suits who charge you $4 for a box of cereal that's half air. The ones who think the farmer should get pennies per bushel [That's a lot of boxes of cereal by the way!] after the farmer took all the risks and did 95% of the work by buying seed, planting it, fighting bugs and weeds, harvesting it, storing it, then hauling it to the rail head, plus a lot more.
What all that means to you, reading this story, is simply this. We always had good food to eat, a nice life, clean air, and pleasant surroundings. Our cars were always older, so our tractor could be newer. We had what we needed, but luxuries were far apart and few in between.
How poor was our county? If you turn on Route 6 at the Junction with Route 7, just past the 6 & 7 Diner was a 'Welcome to ****** County' sign. Under that banner, before I was born, it used to read AN ALMOST PERFECT PLACE. Guess someone with a shotgun got a bit drunk one night, and blew a big hole in it.
The county government made sure our couple school buildings were always painted and repaired, but they never found the money to fix that sign. So, as far back as I can recall, that sign read A{ }ALMOST PERFECT PLACE.
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I was lucky, I had a friend who lived 'next door', next door being over a half-mile down my road. Still I better off than others, some kids had no one their age for miles around.