Dairy of Billy Bob Chapter 1

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) Conclusion

Billy Bob Chapter 1 (Becoming A Man)

When I was in the eighth grade my folks had gone to the Dew Drop Inn on a Saturday night to mix with folks their age, do a little drinking and a lot of dancing. On the way home their car busted through the railing over the Chattahoochee River, and just that quick I was an orphan. Ma’s sister, Hagar, was my blood relative and she took me in. Her husband Abraham was pretty strict, but I worked hard for him and we got along OK. They had a little girl, Leah, who was four years younger than me.

When I turned fifteen Abraham had a long talk with me – I thought it was going to be about the birds and bees, but it turned out to be a lot more than that. He said that when our great-great-grandparents came over from Scotland they brought some family traditions with them that were a little different. One was that when a boy turned 15 one of the older women in the extended family would take him for three days and teach him the responsibilities and the joys of sex. He might then visit with two other older women, again for three days each. From then on the boy was considered to be a man. My Ma’s older sister Sarah had volunteered to be the first and I was to take the bus up into the mountains to be with her that weekend. Then, when I came back, Aunt Hagar would teach me some more of the things that I needed to know. There weren’t any other female relatives, so that would be the end of my training.

Aunt Sarah was in her early fifties but her face looked older than that. We were alone on her little farm and there was a lot of work to keeping it up. I helped all I could and that didn’t leave much time for the teaching. Aunt Sarah taught me how to be considerate of a woman’s feelings and how to make love to her so that she would be pleasured and reach an orgasm. She had me gently fondle her breasts, kiss them, and use my tongue to play with her nipples. Her breasts were quite young looking and when I remarked on that she said that all of the hard farm work kept her young. On the second day she showed me her “privates,” the slit that lay behind all of that hair, and where her “clit” was. I learned how to use my fingers to give her pleasure and where to lick to bring her off. I did get an erection several times, but I was too grossed out by the fishy odor to take it to completion. Surprising to me, as elderly as she was, she actually responded to the caresses and fondling that she told me how to do, and reached a climax of pleasure at least once each of the first two days and three times on the third day.

It was the third day that I got to stick my prick into her slick hot hole and that really felt good. It didn’t feel old, just smooth and deep and it kind of sucked and squeezed on me. The first several times I spurted thick semen after only a few strokes, but she quickly sucked on my cock to keep it hard and had me keep trying so that she was satisfied too. Since she was so old, I took the teaching just like I was in a classroom and tried hard to remember all that she told and showed me. When I was leaving, she said that Hagar would be different. She was still young and would help me to learn how to enjoy myself, but I was always to remember to make the experience good for my partner too.

Aunt Hagar was 27 and looked like a teenager. I had noticed what a great body she had when I first went to live with them and had sometimes jerked off just thinking about her. On my first day back home from Aunt Sarah’s she got Abraham off to work and Leah to school and then pulled me into their bedroom, saying she couldn’t wait any longer for the lessons to begin.