This story was originally posted in January 2000 in the Beginnings section on Nifty. There have been some minor sentence structure changes, but the content of the story essentially remains the same. Additionally, new chapters will be posted in an effort to complete the story after all previous chapters have been posted.
This story contains descriptions of sexual encounters between minors that are homosexual in nature. If offended by such things or if you are not of legal age, then read no further. The characters and events depicted in this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the expressed written consent of the author. Comments or questions regarding this story may be addressed to Scotty Yates and sent via email to scottyyates@rock.com. (c) 2000 by the author
This story is a work of fiction, although I must admit, my stories are based on experiences of my friends or drawn from similar personal experience in my own background. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
POOR WHITE TRASH
By Scotty Yates Chapter 1
I was born 18 years ago on June 15th as a result of the union of my father, Jefferson Cantrell, and my mother, the former Laura Sue Montrose. I was the 12th child with 5 sisters and 6 brothers preceding me into the world. My birth was very traumatic and resulted in my mother's death during my birth.
All of my brothers and sisters took on the characteristics of my father with brown hair and blue eyes. I, on the other hand, was the only one, which was blond, green eyed and according to my father beautiful, just like my mother. Not ever having met her, my only reference is from what my father, brothers and sisters, and some very old and dingy photographs say. I do think I am the spittin' image of her, at least according to the old pictures.
I think being the reflection of my mother made me pa's favorite, although he never tried to show too much favoritism to me in front of the others. All I know is for the first 6 years of my life, pa would come home each night after working in the fields all day, clean up, have dinner, and then hold me on his lap with my head on his chest stroking my hair and body. I loved it. He would tell me stories, and then tell me how much he loved me and how much I looked like momma. Afterwards, he would put me into his bed where I slept. I slept with him for the first three years of my life until I was moved to the crib, which was located in his room. With the exception of the first 8 months of my life, I always was with him in bed. He was right there to take care of me.
After the first 6 years, he wouldn't hold me every night, but only when I was down or whenever he was feeling down. Then he would grab me and pull me down on the couch and just cuddle with me. He always seemed to know when I was a little depressed or blue. He continued to tell me how much I looked like momma and how glad he was to have me to take her place. This continued right up to the time I graduated from high school and I found the love of my life.
Maybe I should give you a little background on my family. First there is my father, Jefferson Cantrell. He was born in the house we lived in as was his father and his grandfather. He comes from the old southern mold for a gentleman except we didn't have the money to go with his principles. Pa, and the rest of our family, believed your word was the number one priority. If he gave his word he was honor bound to do it regardless of the cost. As we were growing up he attempted to instill this principle in all of us.
Our house was, and still is located in northern Florida where my family has lived for at least 100 years. We have been farming this property all of that time.
No, we don't own it. We are sharecroppers. The farm is owned by the Deveraux family and has been since time began as far as I know. Pa works the land and pays a portion of the income as rent. We get what's left after covering farming expenses. The house is included in the deal along with a barn; smoke house (where we smoked and cured our butchered animals), miscellaneous sheds, and a root cellar. Our (actually Mr. Deveraux's) farm is located at the end of a small dirt road which branches off the main road about 4 miles out of town. There are 6 other farms like ours (all owned by the Deveraux's) on our road.
The Deveraux home is located on the main road about 2 miles away. It is a beautiful old southern plantation that sits on the bluff of the river with at least 5 acres of lawn in front of it. The Deveraux's own over 30 square miles of farmland and they are the richest family in our county maybe even the state. Not only do they own farmland, but also according to other people they have interests in a couple of manufacturing plants down near Miami and up north.
Mr. Deveraux is the judge/commissioner for the county and rules with an iron fist. Don't get me wrong. He is one of the most fair and equitable persons I have ever met and treats his tenants (us and others like us) very fairly. If you are going to have a landlord, you couldn't have any better.
The only time I saw any of the Deveraux's was when Mr. Deveraux would come by on most Saturdays to check on what was happening, or an occasional spotting in town as I grew older. I sometimes would see them drive by on the main road when I was riding the school bus to and from school.
Our home has on the east side of the house a large living room, a large kitchen and eating area, and a bath room with a tub and laundry facilities which was enclosed several years ago. Originally the bathroom had been a portion of the large back porch. On the west side of the house we have three bedrooms. The front bedroom was where my brothers and I slept, the middle bedroom was for my sisters and the back bedroom had been ma and pa's. There is a screened porch going all the way around the house. If our house has been painted in the last 50 years, none of us knew anything about it. We had whitewashed it several times, but as you can guess the wood siding was pretty gray looking.
Outside next to the smoke house pa and I, after the older boys had all moved out, built a kind of shed with partial walls where we hooked up water for a shower. The walls on three sides were about 5 feet high and the fourth was about 30 inches high. The fourth side was just high enough so that it covered us from just above our knees to the middle of our chest. At least it gave us a way to take a shower without being totally exposed to the world. We ran out old wood when we built the shower and didn't have enough money to buy more material. Actually the shower was built out of an old shed we tore down.
Being attached to the smoke house we could heat the water so it would be a warm shower in the winter. Boy those showers felt really great. Obviously, there were no extra curricular activities in this shower, as the walls only hid the most essential private areas. None of the girls ever took a shower for obvious reasons.
About 200 yards behind our house is the river, which was really nice for us kids. I use to skinny dip there quite often after the boys had moved out. I never did it with anyone, as I was always kind of shy with my body.
We had a garden, which became my responsibility, as I grew older. It supplied most of our food along with the chickens, cattle, and pigs we raised. With my sisters' help we would can the food as it was harvested, and store it in the root cellar, which is like a cave that had been dug into the hill behind our house. The cellar was at least 20 feet below ground and about 20 by 20 in size. You had to go down a long tunnel, which had a door at the outside entrance, to get to the main area. It was really creepy and dark if you didn't have a lantern and the door accidentally closed while you were in there.
Neither my father, nor sisters nor brothers had any real education. They had all gone to school, that is until they either became pregnant or had gotten some girl pregnant, and then married. It is an established fact all of my brothers and sisters were married and most of them had at least one child of their own by the time they turned 18. This was even true for my pa's brothers and sisters and their children. I was the only exception to that rule that I am aware of.
My brother James was born on my father's 18th birthday. Then came Jake, John, Jenny, Jane, Jacob, Joshua, Jerry, Janet, Jerrylyn, Jaylene, and then me, William Joseph, all within 18 years. I know you are curious how my name is not Joseph William. If you remember I said earlier things were kind of hectic at my birth considering my momma died. Well in all the confusion they screwed up writing down the information for my birth certificate and it got recorded as William Joseph Cantrell rather then Joseph William Cantrell. That was ok, as I ended up being called Billy Joe by my family.
My brother James and his wife, Clara Dawn, also had their first baby, Jason, one week before I was born. This in reality was a lifesaver for me since they were living with us, and it made it real convenient for Clara Dawn to nurse me right along with Jason. It was almost like having twins. She was my surrogate mother until they moved onto their own place when I was 8 months old. After that I either ate solid food or a bottle. Jason and I were really close, that is until I decked him when he was 14 (I'll tell you about that later).
As I said, pa always took care of me as a baby and I slept with him until I was three. When I was three, Jaylene was moved out of the crib in pa's room and into the girl's room. I was then moved to the crib. The crib was located in the corner of pa's bedroom with a couple of old blankets hung up on a wire which made it kind of private, if you can consider a thin blanket a wall. At least you couldn't see through it, but it sure didn't stop the noise.
I don't know what pa did before I was moved into the crib as I was always put to bed by 7:00 pm, but, after being moved to the crib, on many nights I remember waking up hearing the springs on pa's bed making a noise like he was jumping up and down. I thought it kind of strange as pa had always told us not to be jumping on the beds.
One night I woke up hearing the noise and innocently asked pa if he was jumping on the bed. I heard a muffled sound and then pa's voice saying, "Shut up and good back to sleep like a good little boy, Billy Joe." Well I did exactly that, but the next morning at breakfast I asked pa again if he was jumping on the bed during the night. I noticed some really strange looks from my brothers and sisters. I think they were trying not to laugh, but pa with a very straight face said, "No, but if I was to ever hear it again I was to just be quite and go back to sleep." I bet my family really got a laugh out of that one, I know I did once I was older and understood what pa had been doing.
I was five when I had my first sexual experiences. They actually weren't my experiences, but were my first knowledge of what could and did take place. It was shortly after my 5th birthday, when one night I woke up to the jumping noise coming from pa's bed. Unknown to pa during the day the girls had changed the sheets on my bed. To put them back on after they were dry, you had to move the bed out away from the wall. My sisters always did this as the crib had wheels on it, and it made it a lot easier to make up the bed. Previously, they had always moved the bed back, so that I couldn't reach the blanket while standing in my bed. For whatever reasons the bed had not been moved back, and when I heard the noise I stood up in my bed, leaned over and pulled the blanket curtain back to look at pa's bed. Did I ever get an eye full!!!!!
There was pa on the bed with nothing on and screwing some woman. I could see everything as clear as day since the moonlight was shining in the window. There was pa's big ass sticking up in the air with his hairy balls hanging down. Every time he humped her they would slam into her. His dick looked huge. I was only 5, what did you expect I would think. Everything looked huge to me. In reality it probably was no more than 7 inches, but I didn't know that and I still don't know how big it was for sure. Also his ass wasn't really that big since Pa, at 41, was 5' 11' and weighed about 185 pounds.
I could see pa's big dick moving in and out of her pussy since she had her legs up around his waist with her feet locked over his back. To this day I don't know who it was, but suspect it was one of the local barmaids since pa usually went to the local bar where he would play pool for awhile after he put me to bed. By the way pa loved to play pool, and he actually was quite good. He has been the county champion for the last 15 years.
Did I like what I saw?????? Hell no!!! It made me sick!!! As soon as I saw it I gasped, and fell back into my bed. Pa heard my gasp and came running over to the bed. He hadn't waited to pull on his pants either. I saw his hard 7" cut cock all shiny and wet. I started screaming!! It was revolting thinking about where it had been. He quickly quieted me and pushed my bed back against the wall. He then went back to his bed to finish his activity. Yeah! I heard the bed jumping again before I went to sleep.
Needless to say the next morning at breakfast a change was made. Pa announced that henceforth I would be moving into the room with my brothers. The crib was taken down and moved out of pa's room. No we didn't move it into storage. It was just moved to one of my brother's houses for one of their kids to use. As far as I know that crib is still making the rounds as needed from one to another of my family's home.
That night when it was time to go to bed, pa called my 3 brothers, Jacob, Joshua, and Jerry and myself into the boys' bedroom for a family conference. John, Jake, and James had by this time married and moved out of the house. The announcement of a pending marriage by either my sisters or brothers was usually made at the table during supper. In the south supper is what most folks call dinner, and dinner is what most call lunch, at least that was the way it was in our home.
Pa told them since I was to be moving into the room they were going to have to be more careful about what they did. He very clearly told Jacob, Joshua, and Jerry he didn't care what activities they got themselves involved in, but they were never to "force" me to do anything with them. If I wanted to be involved in their activities, then that was fine, but it had "Damn well better be by Billy Joe's own choice". I had no idea what pa was talking about, but I could see by my brother's faces they did. It was to be a couple of months down the road after school started before I was to find out what he meant. I was still put to bed at seven and normally was sound asleep by the time the boys hit the bed.
My second experience occurred after school started. My brothers who were still at home, were all at least 6 years older than I with Jerry being the youngest at 11, just shy of 12. Jerry was actually has the record for being the youngest at the age of 15 and a 1/2 to get a girl pregnant and get married.
One Friday night after school had started, the boys had invited some of their friends to sleep over. It was late when the boys finally came to bed and I guess they were being kind of noisy and woke me up. Now I was on the top bunk over in the corner. We had one set of bunk beds and one full size bed in the boy's room.
As I said earlier all of my brothers had gotten some girl pregnant and then married by the time they were 18. Whenever one of the boys would get married, then he would bring his new wife to our house and the boys would either sleep in the living room or out on the screened porch, depending on the time of year and the weather, until the new couple could get a place of their own. Sometimes this would be 6 to 8 months. This was going to happen to Jacob during this year, but that is getting ahead of my story.
Anyway I woke up and looked across the room and guess what I saw?????
There was Jacob, Joshua, and Jerry all on the full bed with three of their friends as naked as the day they were born. They were all in a circle playing with each other's dicks, jerking each other off for a while and then they moved into a six-way sucking feast. At the time I didn't think of them as being hot looking, but as I remembered them later when I was much older they had looked very, very good. When they did that, I gasped. Can't I stop doing that!!!
Jacob heard me and came running over to my bed. He pulled me out of the bed by grabbing my shirt. I started to yell but he clamped his hand over my mouth. He then brought his face very close to mine and said, "DON'T YOU MAKE A SOUND!!! You are going to go out into the living room and sleep on the couch! If you tell anyone what you saw, I will kick your butt and lock you in the root cellar!" I just shook my head 'yes' as he dragged me over to the door of the room. I wasn't afraid of him kicking my butt as they did that often enough anyway, but I was definitely afraid of being locked in that dark root cellar especially since it had a lot of spiders, bugs, mice and usually at this time of year snakes. Jacob threw me out of the room and then pitched my pillow and a blanket out afterwards.
I crawled up on the couch and went to sleep. I had no intention of saying anything about what I saw to anyone. As a matter of fact, if Jacob would have looked closely he was would have seen my penis was hard as a rock. I wasn't going to say anything, as I had no idea what it meant. All I knew was that they were doing something that I wasn't supposed to know about.
It was a couple of months later near Valentine's Day when Jacob announced at supper that Becky Carver was pregnant and they wanted to get married. As I mentioned earlier, that meant Joshua, Jerry and I would be moving out into the living room until they got there own place.
One night after Jacob got married, I heard Joshua and Jerry talking. I sat up and they saw me listening to them. They motioned me over and asked if I wanted to see something. I said sure. So they said follow them. We then sneaked out onto the porch and over to the west side of the house to the window of now Jacob and Becky's bedroom. With the moonlight we were able to see clearly into the room and there was Jacob fucking Becky's pussy to beat the band.
I covered my mouth with my hand and ran around the porch. God that was so sickening! Yuck! I couldn't understand why it was so revolting to me. I definitely did not get turned on. Thankfully neither Jerry nor Joshua had followed me around so they didn't know what happened. I guess they thought I was just embarrassed. This same experience was to happen again when Joshua and Jerry both got themselves a wife with the same reaction from me each time.
After Jacob had moved out and we moved back into the bedroom, anytime Joshua and Jerry had friends stay overnight I was kicked out of the bedroom. That was all right with me, I didn't care. That's not to say I didn't sneak out onto the porch and around to the bedroom window. I must say my brothers and their friends were hot looking young teenage studs with some of the prettiest dicks and butts around. I only hoped someday I would look like them. It was an awesome sight. No I didn't throw up while watching these sights. Actually I enjoyed it, but I wasn't going to tell anybody. Who wants to get their butt kicked and thrown in the root cellar? Definitely not me besides it was more fun to watch them suck each other cocks and jerk off.
I knew what they were doing must not have been right, since they took great efforts to hide it from everyone else. It wasn't till later when I was older, 13 or 14, I found out what they were doing could have been considered to be gay. I had no idea what it meant to be gay. But I did resolve to myself that I wasn't going to do those things. It was just good enough for me to sit and watch Jerry and Joshua jack off in bed and occasionally suck off their friends.
Yeah, I determined early in my life I was not going to be a slut like the rest of my family. God how stupid can you get! As a matter of fact I determined no one was ever going to catch me sucking off some guys dick or fucking some girl. I know for a fact my brothers were playing with lots of different girls, and boys, until they found the one they liked the best. Only then did they intentionally get a girl pregnant. I don't think I can argue too much with their thinking as all of my brothers and sisters are still with the first and only wife or husband. As far as I know they are all very happy. By the way all my sisters slept around also with the local boys. What is fair for the gander is fair for the goose! When they found the boy they liked the best then they made sure the boy got them pregnant. If I didn't know better, I would say my family kept the condom company in business. At least my father, brothers, and sisters did, but not me!
On several occasions when we were in town to buy some food staples, some of our "betters" would move away from us when we either walked into a store or down the sidewalk. I even heard some of these "betters" say to the their children, "I don't ever want you to play with that 'poor white trash', there nothing but sluts." I had no idea what they meant and really didn't care since I had all the friends I needed in my own family. I didn't think of us as being poor, since we always had enough to eat, clothes on our backs, and we had a lot of good clean fun and in the case of my bothers and sisters some not so clean fun. What else can you ask for?
It was only later when I was in high school, pulling down a 4.0, and playing as the quarterback on our 8 man football team, that these kids would even talk to me. I really didn't care. I didn't need them.
Pa did a good job trying to raise and provide for his brood, but with the resources available there wasn't much to go around. During my first 6 years I wore nothing but old t-shirts, which had previously belonged to pa or my brothers and a diaper. After I quit wearing diapers, most of the time I wore nothing underneath the t-shirt. I was 6 years old and entering school when I wore my first pair of pants. Through out my childhood and high school years I don't remember ever getting any new clothes. We just didn't have the money. I always got hand me downs or clothes we got at the goodwill. I didn't think too much about it, as all the rest of my friends were in the same boat.
I went to the public school, which only had about 600 students including the high school. By the way Mr. Deveraux was the chairman of the school board although his kids didn't go to our school. The kids in my school were definitely the lower class kids, which included a lot of kids from supposedly the wrong side of the tracks (poor white trash or sharecroppers like myself). In our area if you went to our school you were definitely poor. Whereas if your parents could scrap together enough money you went to one of the private schools. There was one private school for all the really rich kids in the county like the Deveraux's, and another school sponsored by a local church for the not so rich kids in the county. The only time these schools interacted was when we would play against them in our league sports activities as they were in the same league, also being relatively small schools.
By the time I was 14, I knew what it meant to be gay. I didn't want to be that. I had had a lot of conflicting emotions and thoughts since I found myself quite often thinking how good a particular guy looked. I could still remember how hot my brothers looked when I had seen them earlier.
By the time I was 10 all of my brothers were married and out of our house. That only left pa, my 3 youngest sisters and me. It was kind of nice since I now had my own bedroom with a full bed. I was in heaven.
Two things happened the first few weeks after school started during my freshman year, which set the pattern for the rest of my high school years. The first was when I asked Gary Johnson, a friend of mine (another sharecropper kid), to sleep over at my house. He gave me this funny smile and said, "Are we going to suck each others dicks?" Well being the quick-tempered smart ass I was, I decked him.
I told him in no uncertain terms I had no intention of sucking his or anyone else's puny little dick. I was flaming mad. I turned around and walked off. From that day on I only spoke to Gary when I had to.
A couple of weeks later, I asked Jason, my nephew who was a week older than myself, if he wanted to sleep over some Friday night. I figured Jason would be ok since we were related and never had anything even remotely sexual ever occurred between us. I hadn't thought about it, but later I realized he had never stayed over at my house since he lived just down the road from me.
At any rate when I asked him he got a great big smile and said sure. I thought everything was fine until he said, "That sounds great, do you want me bring some other guys with me? We can have a great time sucking each other off and playing around." Well you know what happened, I decked him also. God what is the matter with everyone! Isn't anybody normal around here? Doesn't anyone think about just having fun? What's all this sex business?
I told Jason as he was lying there on the floor, "If you ever make a suggestion like that to me again I'll kick your butt all the way home and back. I am NOT a queer!!! What's the matter with you can't we just be friends. You're my nephew for Christ's sake!" Then I stalked off!
I decided from then on it was better to just be casual friends with all the guys as it seemed to me all they wanted to do was suck each other off. How revolting!! I AM NOT A SLUT!!!!! Am I the only straight one in the bunch?
As I said during high school I maintained a 4.0. I devoted all my spare time to studying and keeping my grades up. My teachers thought very highly of me and always used me as an example to the others. I think this also helped me to maintain my distance from the other guys and keep me from having to deal with the sexual issues. I know my reputation with the other guys was one of being stuck up and definitely against any sexual activities with guys. Can you imagine a stuck up poor kid! How ironic!
It was really kind of funny as I had a similar reputation with the girls. On the few occasions where I had some social interactions with girls, whenever any overt sexual actions were made I quickly and effectively rebuffed them. I just knew all the girls thought I was gay, and all the guys thought I hated gays with a passion. Maybe I did!
I really hadn't come to any conclusion about myself. All I knew was that I wanted nothing to do with any sexual activities with either boys or girls. That's not say I wasn't looking at both. I really did. I knew what I liked in a good-looking girl and a good-looking guy. My problem was I was just happy to be friends with them all with no demands by either.
During high school I participated in sports and lettered in baseball, basketball, and football. On the football team I was the starting quarterback from the middle of my freshmen year through my senior year. Was I really that good? No! Of course not!!
When you go to a small school like me just about anybody can play. Hey, we needed every player we could get just to field 8 man teams. Considering most of the kids in my school were like my brothers and sisters who dropped out of school early to get married, we usually had a very small senior class. Therefore our teams tended to be made up of the younger grades and less mature physically than the other teams in our league. There was no way we could have fielded 11 man teams. I got the starting position when our normal quarterback was hurt during a game in the middle of my freshman year football season. For some reason I could throw the football better than anyone else so I had early on been assigned the backup quarterback position.
I also had another incentive. I was afraid of getting hit. Here you are a 110 pound freshman or later on a skinny 6' 150 pound senior with a guy running at you at full speed weighing in excess of 240 pounds. What are you going to do?
GET RID OF THE BALL, STUPID!!!!
And that's just exactly what I did! I would run all over the backfield looking for some one to throw the damn ball to. I never stayed in the pocket; I couldn't trust the line to protect me! If I couldn't find someone to throw the ball to, I would intentionally ground it by throwing it in the general direction of one of my eligible receivers or head for the side lines and run like mad. There was no way I was going to take a hit!!! Absolutely, positively, no way!!! I would have been creamed. I knew I wasn't a hero.
As a result of my great fear of being squashed by some huge hulk, I ended up making some pretty fancy moves to avoid them. As it turned out during my entire high school career I was only sacked (taken down) twice by the opposing team. Each time just reinforced my goal not to be taken down again. Also I never had an interception during my entire high school career.
I guess most of the players on our team must have had some similar ideas. For the first time in the history of our school, we had winning seasons; and for my last three years we won our league championship. We even beat the rich kids and the not so rich kids private schools in our league.
Actually this would be the only time the poor white trash in our county would ever make contact with these kids. Don't tell me there isn't a caste system in the south.
We did ok in basketball and baseball, but didn't have the great winning seasons like we did in football. No incentive not to be hit! However, we still beat the private schools in my senior year. My freshmen, sophomore and junior years were another story. We lost every year. I'll explain later.
Eventually when I graduating from high school, I was able to secure 3 scholarships, which would effectively pay my full costs for college. I applied to Florida State since it was only a couple hours away, the University of Florida, the University of Alabama, and Georgetown. I was accepted by all four. I think it helped that I was in the lowest poverty level.
Have I given you enough background on my family and I? Hope so. Wondering where I am going with this? Who am I going to end up with as the love of my life? Wouldn't you like to know? How is this all going to work out? On the edge of your seat? Don't fall off, your not there yet!