Tales from the White River Tributaries

By Gary Renfro

If you are a guy who ever watched a hot lady in a tight skirt, jeans or hot pants walk away from you and dreamed about it for the next several hours, this book is about you. If you are a girl at the gym or ball park who couldn’t take your eyes off the players tight uniform or the workout dude’s muscles, this book is about you. If you love rags to riches with quirky situations, this book is for you. This book is what everyone dreams about but no one gets to do it all. This book is about the sexual dreams of every boy or girl, man or women but with many unsuspecting twists. This book is about Michael Johnson and if it was partially true, I would have changed my name a long time ago. Enjoy the read and keep a pencil handy as you will probably want to write notes in the margins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669820048

Gary Renfro

The author, Gary S. Renfro lives in Mountain View, AR. He grew up in Memphis, TN. He is 71 years old, retired. He is married with one daughter, two step children and six grand kids. “Tales from the White River Tributaries” is his second published writing following the successful offering of “The Summer of ‘66”.

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CONTENTS

Foreword

PART 1 – JENNY

Chapter 1     Moving to the Mountains

Chapter 2     Special meeting of the neighbors

Chapter 3     Deer Season Opening Day

Chapter 4     The Deer

Chapter 5     Anticipation Week

Chapter 6     Deer Delivery

Chapter 7     Thanksgiving Week

Chapter 8     The Perfect Gift

Chapter 9     Surprise Birthday Party

Chapter 10   Troglodyte – To be or not to be

PART 2 – MS. ESTHER

Chapter 11   Birthing babies

Chapter 12   Butter or Butt or both

Chapter 13   Horsing around

Chapter 14   Going up in smoke

Chapter 15   Where is Ms. Esther

Chapter 16   Ultimate Orgasm

Chapter 17   A roll in the hay, anyone

PART 3 – BOBBYJO

Chapter 18   College is OMG

Chapter 19   First date

Chapter 20   Here’s blood in your mouth

Chapter 21   Kissing Orgasms

Chapter 22   Tongue in Cheeks

Chapter 23   Mr. Lonely

PART 4 – MRS. CALDWELL / MS. GRAYSON

Chapter 24   Learning that walnut don’t slide

Chapter 25   Nurses are compassionate

Chapter 26   What is your address?

Chapter 27   Tunnel love

Chapter 28   Suburban; perfect for love

Chapter 29   Reuniting with the Princess

Chapter 30   Chocolate Strawberry Sundae

Chapter 31   Tractors or Combines

Chapter 32   Nose to Toes

PART 5 – PORN STAR

Chapter 33   Wild-ass dreams come true

PART 6 – LACEY & LINZY

Chapter 34   Cutters and Barrels

Chapter 35   Trail riding L&L style

Chapter 36   Father/Mafia lord

Chapter 37   Reconnection

Chapter 38   Fork in the Road

Epilogue

FOREWORD

Puberty starts in young boys around age eleven. The hormones that come with it are stronger than a piece of steel. They make boys act silly, show jealousy, get into fist fights and several other things that occur after they lose control. Basically, their brain leaves the head and move to an area between their legs. The first orgasm, I like to call it explosion, can come from many things such as a wet dream, playing spin the bottle with cute young girls at their first mixed party or just rubbing that first hard-on because it feels good. From that moment on, the young boy will dream of having some level of sex with every girl that he talks to or just sees as sexy. He will want them to kiss him, touch him, lay with him or just show the world that she is mine for that moment. This adoration will last until he sees another pretty girl. This occurs as day or night dreams and many times ends up as an explosion, which can be very embarrassing depending on the situation. Many of his fantasies are never even known to the young lady being adored. These fantasies grow in complexity as the boy matures and starts dating. There have been many a young girl become pregnant because of loss of control, having a boy too shy to buy a condom, or trusting the boys promise of pulling out before the explosion. The ones that have control will save the pregnancy, but may be the most frustrated person on the planet. The complexity of sex also meant the trying of new things like the first tasting of a pussy or talking that date into giving you her first blowjob. Boys never give credit to girls for the new ideas but research shows that girls learn early that it is not just about pleasing a partner but also oneself. Sex toys on the market are mainly designed to please the female species and they have had a strong part in crafting the design of the toys or devices. No one knows at what age boys stop thinking about sex or new ways of doing it to make it exciting but I would suggest it occurs several months after death or there abouts.

This story is about a young lad named Michael Johnson, who grew up in rural Arkansas. His story puts him into many situations and he is given the opportunity to learn and teach sex along the way. It is a fictional story and probably could never occur to just one person but would take several to compile all of the events. Some of Michael’s escapades will make you excited, some may make you angry and some may make you think there is no way that is real. But, one or more of his adventures have been experienced by every reader or they had the desire but not the opportunity to pursue and to make it happen.

The author did tons of research and interviews to make Michael come to life plus he used some creativity of his own. The editor said that it could become the best instructional manual since that sutra book. You will have to be the judge of that.

I would like to thank my wife Sonora (Noie) for her help and giving feedback during the writing. I also want to thank my editor who gave several ideas on how to improve the book’s presentation. I could not have finished it without their help.

I would like to dedicate this book to every sexually frustrated boy and girl. My message to them is be patient and let sex evolve and use discipline along the way.

PART 1

Jenny

CHAPTER 1

Moving to the Mountains

In August 1975, my father, Henry Johnson did an incredible thing. He packed up his 1951 GMC pickup with all of his worldly possessions including me, Michael, age sixteen and my little brother, James, age eleven and moved to Shirley, Arkansas. He had been laid off from the granary operation in Pine Bluff, Arkansas after working there for eleven years. He was to start a new job at Van Buren County Gravel and Crete. He was a truck driver and one place would be as good as another. My mom had died giving birth to James in 1964. My dad, known as a lady’s man and one with a little more than a tiny drinking problem had never remarried. I never heard him discuss the reasons for this decision and I surely never asked because we didn’t always see eye to eye on things. He worked hard and drank hard but basically, we were just poor Arkansas folks trying to get through life. I was about to be in the eleventh grade at the Van Buren County High School, having turned sixteen just five months earlier. I tried playing a little sandlot baseball in Pine Bluff, but we never had the money for cleats and a decent glove. Plus, I had way too many chores every day to dedicate the time needed to be a real baseball player. James would be starting the sixth grade at Shirley Elementary. He was a very quiet and shy kid having never known his mother, but all and all as brothers go, he was alright.

The amazing thing about this move was the new place we were going to live. My father had sold our Pine Bluff home and purchased a cabin in the woods from Ms. Esther Stoddard. The property was one hundred thirty-three acres, with a large creek running through the middle of it. To get to the cabin, one had to drive through Ms. Esther’s farm and then cross the creek. There was no bridge anywhere on the creek and this was no tiny body of water. There were several places over one hundred feet wide and ten feet deep. There were a couple of places one could cross though. At the main crossing, if the water was down, it was only two to three feet deep and at a place we named flat rock, the depth was only one to two feet deep. Now these levels were based on the amount of rain that had occurred during the week. The 1951 GMC was adequate most of the time, because it had good springs and sat high off the ground. But to be safe and to help with the farm, my father bought a 1960 Ford 601 Series Model 641 tractor. It came with a plow and a bush hog kit. That tractor became my best and worse friend as it could almost always get us across the creek, but when we started clearing land for our garden, it turned up many heavy stones that I had to move.

Now the cabin was a little weird to say the least. It had two rooms. There was a kitchen/dining/family room and a large bedroom area. It had a nice porch on the side and a deck on the front. It had two lights, one in each room and there was one electric plug-in in each room. It had a stove and a refrigerator that might have been as old as the GMC pickup truck. Oh, my favorite feature was an old-fashioned outhouse and we had no running water inside or out.

My favorite part of the property was one hundred thirty-three acres of wilderness. I started scouting the first day and found two deer stands that would be usable if I shored up the ladder and seat. I discovered several swimming holes and places to fish. There were numerous signs of deer, turkeys and squirrels. This was extremely important as I loved to hunt and fish. I guess once being poor, always poor. Hopefully my father will make some changes and enhancements.

During the first week of our living there, my father hired a company to dig us a well. The contractor found pure artesian water fairly shallow and it tasted wonderful compared to boiling the creek water. The only problem was we could not afford a gas-powered pump, so we toted water from the well to the house as needed each day. The one question that I had from the beginning, but never asked, was how do we cross the creek after a large rain storm or if it freezes over. I guess my father will answer that when the time comes.

CHAPTER 2

Special meeting of the neighbors

On September 1st we were doing our version of celebrating Labor Day and generally getting ready for our first day of school which started the next morning. James and I were at the swimming hole closest to the cabin knowing that there wouldn’t be many more swimming days before cold weather set in. Mountain weather is crazy but one thing for sure it gets cold earlier than Pine Bluff even though they are only approximately one hundred miles apart.

Our cabin was built in the northwest corner of the property. Why the decision was made to build it there no one knows, but the other side of the creek would have been a lot easier on everyone. Along the creek running north was an old logging road. It was mainly grown over with weeds and small trees but there were still deer paths. Jimmy was making a lot of noise jumping in and acting silly when we heard a voice. Y’all sure are making quite a rumpus in there. I looked up and there was a grown man, a teenage looking girl and a young boy about the same age as James. I climbed out of the water and announced, I am Michael Johnson and this is my brother James, who had climbed up the bank leading down to the swimming hole. The man spoke again and said I am William Taylor and this is my daughter Jenny and son, Charles. He said, we live about a half mile north along the creek. I pointed up the hill and said, We live there and instantly felt stupid as that should have been obvious.

Mr. Taylor looked to be a little older than my father and Jenny was also a little older looking than me. Mr. Taylor was carrying a moonshine jug and asked if my father was home. He turned to Jenny and said You and Charles stay here and get to know these fine boys. With that, he turned and started up the hill. Little did he know he was carrying the perfect gift for my father. I asked Jenny if she wanted to swim and she answered that she didn’t bring her swimsuit but Charles could strip down to his underwear and jump in if he wanted. That was all it took; Charles and James were back in the water in no time flat. I asked Jenny if she was ready for school and asked what class she was in. She said, I just turned seventeen and I am going to be a senior at the high school. She was athletic looking and had really cute breasts but at sixteen all girls who have breasts are really hot. I asked her if she was a cheer leader or ball player? This seemed to please her and she smiled and sat down on the ground and started to open up a little. We discussed the school, the kids, and the teachers but it was obvious we were at different age groups. I asked her if she drove and she said, my dad won’t allow me to but I have friends that do. I told her about having to cross the creek to get to the bus stop and she said, yes, I know all about your property. I thought that to be interesting but didn’t develop any questions for her.

I looked toward the cabin and saw that Mr. Taylor and my dad were on the porch. I told James that we needed to head that way. Charles shared James’ towel and put on his clothes with wet underwear. We headed up the hill toward the cabin. When we got to the cabin my dad asked, would you make some sandwiches and put on some proper clothes. This is where the fact of being poor comes in. I only owned two pairs of long pants and a couple of short sleeve shirts and couple of long sleeve shirts. We did laundry every other weekend and so I had to alternate my clothing each week. In elementary school it didn’t seem to matter but High School was different. People were wearing different clothes all five days of the week. The peer pressure had started the year before and I knew it would be tougher every year. So, I went into the bedroom and put on my black jeans, which I would being wearing the next day to school.

Jenny asked, can I help with the sandwiches, which turned out to be very nice. I slapped some ham and mayo on bread, while Jenny sliced a tomato and there you go, dinner. I poured four glasses of tea as we never had money for sodas or other drinks. The men came in and poured another drink while the boys went in the back room to play a card game. Jenny and I went to the porch and continued our earlier conversation. Around nine-thirty, I told Jenny, I was done and needed to go to bed. So, I went into the cabin’s back room and discovered the boys were both asleep and I had two drunk dads talking loudly, but I needed sleep. Since I figured that Jenny would have to come in there to get Charles, I laid down with my jeans on.

At some point I was awakened by Mr. Taylor telling Jenny to just go in the bedroom and sit in the rocking chair, because he busy, and not ready to leave. Jenny came into the room and I dozed back to sleep. A few moments later I felt someone laying down behind me. Jenny snuggled close and I could feel her nipples on my bare back. She must have unbuttoned her blouse. I was nervous at first but this was really exciting and at sixteen, I had never had breasts against my back. Then it got serious! She took her right hand and unbuttoned my jeans. She then unzipped my jeans and started rubbing her hand gently across my dick, which was already swelling. She went down to my balls and then back up rubbing a little firmer, all the while she was poking her nipples into my back. She was still outside of my underwear but that didn’t matter. She started breathing heavy and I was about to explode, which I did the moment she slid her hand inside my underwear and grabbed a hold of my raw dick. She didn’t let go of my dick and just held it tight. I couldn’t see it but my underwear and black jeans were soaked. She finally let me loose and gave me a little kiss on the back. I had just had my first hand-job without ever touching the girl. I didn’t know what to do next so I just lay there while she moved back to the rocker. I finally fell asleep and had wonderful dreams.

I woke up to my father yelling, you are going to be late for school. He was such a professional drinker, no hangover or anything. My other jeans had not been made ready so I was stuck with my black jeans with dried cum the size of Arkansas right on the front. It was a long, long day trying to hide the mess and deal with the fabric stiffness. I swear you could even smell it. But, every moment alone, I had a huge smile on my face. It was a pure shame that I didn’t have a best friend to tell my story to.

CHAPTER 3

Deer Season Opening Day

One of my favorite things is hunting and even though I never had the fancy guns and equipment I did ok with what I had. I only had access to a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun and a single shot 22 Cal. Rifle. We also had a 410-gauge shotgun that James could use as long as dad was with him. I never knew the difference of having a fancy 30-06, 308, or 7 MM. I had only seen those numbers in magazines at the barber shop. When I asked my father about them, he would only say that I had enough guns, especially if I was a good hunter. I had spent September, October and half of November hunting squirrels but now it was fast approaching the opening day of the big one, deer season. I always have certain things that I must have to get ready for that special day. First, I need four 12 gauge shot gun slugs for the double barrel, four large matches wrapped to not get wet along with enough paper to get a fire started, my Barlow knife and my hunting jacket. In the jacket, I have twenty feet of rope, a sandwich and a canteen of water. Put on your one flannel shirt and boots, orange vest and hat and you are now ready for the hunt. I was lucky that my father loved the meat so a license was easy to get each year.

I had shored up the two deer-stands, one was a single seater and one was a double seater. The double has a seat about twelve inches wider than the single. I loved the placement of the double so that was to be my choice for opening day. I had been working on building a stand for another area but it was not ready for opening day.

The stand that I was going to use was about a half mile from the cabin so I had to get up at 4:00 AM and start walking. This walk included crossing the creek without a vehicle, so I chose the flat rock crossing. We had no rain that week so the crossing was easy. It was now, up the mountain to the stand. I got to my stand around a quarter of five and climbed up. I brought the gun up with my rope and loaded two slugs in the gun. Now it was wait and get lucky or enjoy a beautiful day in the woods which was almost as good.

I had been on top alert for about two hours and with the chill in the air I started head bobbing, fighting a nap. I dozed off and all of a sudden, I felt a vibration on the deer stand ladder. I couldn’t believe it. Was this a bear or what? I peered straight down the tree and what I saw almost made me fall out of the stand. There was Jenny climbing the ladder with nothing on but a short sleeve cotton dress. Since I was looking straight down, I could see all of the way to her bare feet. She had nothing on but the dress. Her nipples were so stuck out I could see ninety percent of her wonderful breasts. Oh my god, she was so beautiful but, she was crying. All of my deer stands have places to store things, basically a couple of sixteen penny nails driven halfway into the tree, so I put my double barrel on the storage arms and helped her up to my level. I blurted out, what the Hell are you doing here? You are going to freeze! She retorted, please hold me, and she embraced me like I had never been held. After about two minutes she felt the need to kiss me. It was a long, sweet, soft and titillating. I had never had anything like this happen and I was worried about her being cold and getting sick. I paused for a moment and took off my hunting coat and gave it to her, but she still just wanted to hold me. After about ten minutes of holding, kissing and feeling each other all over, I told her, We would do better on the ground with a fire. She was so sweet and said, what about your deer?. I laughed out-loud; they are gone.

Once on the ground I started looking for kindling and some larger pieces of wood. I wasn’t a Boy Scout, but I did know how to build a campfire. So, with the kindling, my paper and matches I started a nice little campfire. After twenty minutes I had her warming up and things were improving. I once again asked her, what is going on? Her answer was please hold me some more, so we laid and snuggled next to the fire. She wanted to kiss and rub. She put my hand on her breast and awkwardly I tried to do what I was supposed to. She pushed me down on my back and undid my belt. Then she unzipped my pants and then pulled them down to my knees. By this time my dick was straight up and looking for action. She asked me if I had a rubber, which I said, no, but in reality, I had never actually seen one. She placed her hand around my swollen dick and then placed the head in her mouth. I totally forgot about her being cold and thought I was dying and ready to go to heaven. At this point, I didn’t care if she knew how to do this properly, I just didn’t want it to end. She did know and within a minute