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   Honey
   J Ryter
   My name is William Walker Garrett and this is my story of how I came to
know and fall in love with a girl named Honey.
   That's her real name too, not a nickname.
   I laughed at her, and hurt her feelings the first time we met, because I
thought she was joking with me.  When I saw her face looking like she was
about to cry, I felt lower than a pile of worm turds.  I don't know if
worms even shit, but if they do, that's how low I felt.
   "Honey Bee Sweet." She had told me proudly, with a big smile that day.
   Let me go back just a bit and tell you why I was there in northwest Iowa
anyway.
   My Mom was divorced from my Dad cause he used to yell and threaten her
and me too.  I was afraid of him, to tell you the truth.  I had been a
skinny kid since I can remember and he used to tell me that I would never
amount to anything.
   I saw him slap my Mom one day and I flew into him like I was a bulldog,
of course he slapped me all the way across the room, knocking my glasses
off and breaking them.  When I landed against the wall I was determined
right then to do something about being a skinny kid.
   Mom had to buy me some more glasses and I felt bad about that, but she
told me she was proud of me for standing up to someone that was a bully.
   I saw an ad in an old magazine about how a skinny kid could become a big
healthy boy and not have sand kicked in his face at the beach by the
bullies.
   I cut that ad out and laid it on my dresser, just the thought of
ordering something that would make me big and strong made me feel better
about myself.
   I never did send that ad off to buy what ever it was that Charles Atlas,
the strongest man in the world, had to offer.
   I did see a `Bull Worker' at a yard sale a few weeks later and bought it
for $1.50.  It was still in the box and had all the instructions too.  I
ran like bat out of hell back to my room to look it over.
   I read all the instructions and looked at each of the drawings of how to
do the many different exercises.  I had pictures in my head of being big
and strong over night.
   The `Bull Worker' was a spring loaded, shiny steel cylinder that had
small plastic coated cables along both sides, connected to the ends and
when you spread the cables like pulling a bow string, it compressed the
cylinder's spring.
   `Simple enough' I thought and pulled the cables the first time.
   It must be locked someway, I couldn't move it.  I did finally make the
thing compress a little, and over the next three years, I spent every free
minute of my time in my room pulling on that `Bull Worker' in some way or
another.
   I was going through a `growth spurt' my Mom called it when my legs
seemed to outgrow my jeans overnight.
   "Billy you sure are growing like a weed and you're getting muscles all
up and down your arms and chest too." I remember her telling me, but when I
looked in the mirror, all I could see was a tall skinny kid with a big nose
and long hair.
   My Mom divorced my Dad and he left town, Mom said he went to California
to live.  I never saw him again.  He had to send the child support checks
to the court so the money was deposited into an account in my name.
   I still had my three friends Tim, Paul and Butch who were all as skinny
as me, but not as tall.  We never played sports because we didn't want the
other kids teasing us about being so skinny.  The three of us had kinda
drifted together because we didn't fit in with the other girls and boys our
age.
   We would spend hours just walking and talking about things we knew
nothing about anyway, and we would throw rocks at tin cans down by the
garbage dump.
   I got to where I could throw a rock and hit a tin can nearly every time
now.  One day Tim lined up ten of them up on an old couch that had been
dumped there and I hit all ten of them.
   I had found something I was good at and kept throwing and hitting my
target every time.  I would wind up and throw like the baseball pitchers I
saw on TV and throw as hard as I could, tearing a hole in the can when I
hit it.  Tim told me one day that I should play Little League Baseball and
I told him that they would never let me play, I was too tall and skinny.
   I was sixteen years old when my Mom and I left Texas to move to Iowa to
live on my Granddad's farm with him.  I would be seventeen the middle of
December.
   My Mom's Mother had a died a few years earlier and we had gone back for
the funeral, that was the second time in my life for me to meet my
Granddad.
   Granddad had fallen off a combine while harvesting corn and broke his
back.  This had happened a year before Grandma died and Mom took her
vacation time and we went to spend two weeks there helping my Grandma get
him back and forth to the doctor.
   He was all stooped over and could never even look up, his back was still
humped and his head was always looking down, even when he walked with his
cane.
   I can look back now and remember him as he walked, all stooped and his
back hurting so bad there were tears in his eyes, but he never once
complained.
   Mom told me when her Mom died, that the extra strain on her helping her
Dad is what had finally killed her.
   My Mom was strong like that, she could see things that I could never see
and she always took time to explain things to me too.
   So anyway, we took off again to go see how her Dad was doing now that
Grandma was gone.  We got to Iowa in the spring just after school let out
for the summer in Texas.
   Mom told me that her Dad wasn't going to be able to take care of himself
much longer.
   It never really sunk into my mind what she was saying until one day she
told me to sit down, that she wanted to talk to me.  We sat at Granddad's
kitchen table now and she looked sad but determined.
   Mom had made the decision to quit her job at the bank back in Texas and
we were gonna move to Iowa and live on Granddad's farm and take care of
him.
   Then it sunk in real fast, and I felt like my safe little world I had
become so comfortable with was coming to an end.
   I didn't have but three friends in the whole world and they all lived in
Texas.  I'd never get to see them again because Mom was gonna leave me
there in Iowa while she went back to quit her job, get a moving company to
load our stuff and bring it all here to Iowa.
   I sat and listened to Mom talk, I could feel the tears in my eyes, but
what's worse, I could see Mom's big tears run down her face as she talked
low and steady to me.
   "It's hard on me too Billy, but I have no choice, I promised my Dad I
would never let him live in a nursing home, and I cant go back on my word.
You and I both will like it here once we make new friends, you'll see and
you will be in a smaller school so you'll meet lots more friends."
   "I'll take care of Granddad Mom, you go back and get all our stuff moved
up here.  Would you please go by and tell Paul, Tim and Butch I said
goodbye." I was about to really cry now, but Mom gave me one of her rare
hugs and said she would.
   "Thank you Billy for stepping up and helping me like this, we'll be
alright, you'll see.  I know that you'll take good care of Granddad too."
   Mom was gone a little over a week, and in that time, I learned a lot
about taking responsibility.  I learned to cook breakfast for Granddad  and
me, how to cook his eggs just like he liked them without breaking the
yellow and letting it run all over the skillet.  I liked my bacon just like
he did, cooked crisp, not hard, but all the fat meat done.
   I didn't know how to make biscuits so Mom bought us a lot of canned
biscuits before she left.  Granddad fussed at first about not liking canned
biscuits, then I told him I could try to make some homemade biscuits and he
quit fussing.
   I helped him in and out of bed and into his wheelchair.  Once he was in
that chair, he could go all over the house, even use the bathroom by
pulling himself up on the rails in the bathroom.
   He and I never really talked much, but I guess he was about the smartest
man I ever knew, now that I look back.  When he did tell me something or
when I would ask about something, he could tell it so that I knew exactly
what he was saying.
   Lot's of times we just sat on the porch and looked across the fields at
all the corn and waved when somebody would drive by and blow the horn.  I
felt like I was privileged just to do that with him too.
   One day just before Mom was to be back, we sat out there after breakfast
and Granddad told me that he didn't want his farm sold when he died.
   "Billy I know you don't know the first thing about farming, and it's
hard to learn in a short while, but I'd really like to know that you would
take this farm and make it your home one day.  If you think you'd ever do
that, I want you to tell me now."
   "Granddad, I never even been on a farm except this one, I like it out
here where it's so peaceful and quiet.  I never had but three friends all
my life that really mattered, so it's not like I'm giving up a lot.  If
you're sure about this and you don't think I would mess up all you worked
for, then I think I would do my best and hire some good help and keep it
going for you."
   "Billy, all you got to do now days is find a good farmer to rent it to,
you don't have to farm the land yourself, that is unless one day you wanted
to."
   "Then I can do that Granddad."
   "I feel better now Billy, you and your Mom's all I got left, and I don't
want to lose all this, it belonged to my Dad and his Dad before that."
   "Thank you Granddad, I'll take care of it."
   We shook hands and never even told Mom about the conversation we had. 
One day when Mom took him to the doctor up in Council Bluffs, he went to
see his lawyer too and made the changes in his will we had talked about. 
He told me when he got back what he had done and we never mentioned it
again.
   The man that had rented Granddad's farm had a hired hand that came by
once a day and milked the cow for Granddad, when she hadn't  `gone dry'
they called it.
   I would be out at the barn every morning, rain or shine, cold or hot
when Gus got there.  He took up a lot of time with me and showed me how to
milk a cow so she wouldn't have an udder full of milk.
   I will never forget the first time I took hold of a warm cow's teat and
squeezed as I pulled down like Gus showed me.
   (I'd jacked-off a few times and it felt almost natural to me.)
   I squirted a stream of warm cow's milk right in my own face, the first
time though.
   Gus just grinned and told me to aim at the bucket next time.
   I got to where I could milk as good as he did and loved to squirt milk
right in the old barn cat's face as she looked at me licking her face.
   `Stinky' as Granddad called her, was black as coal except for a white
streak down the middle of her back like a skunk.  She got to where she
would open wide and I would squirt milk in her the mouth.
   I took over the milking from Gus before school started and he'd stop by
and check on me once in a while.
   One morning just before school was about to start, Gus came by and
asked, "Billy have you met your neighbors down the road to the west?"
   "No, I haven't met anyone up here since we been here Gus, why?"
   "You need to make a trip over there, you're a tall good looking boy and
there's a pretty girl that lives over there."
   "Gus, I wouldn't even know what to say to a girl, I never been around
girls except in school and they all giggled and acted like monkey's to me."
   "This one ain't no monkey Billy, you need to go meet her."
   "Maybe I'll walk over there one day."
   "Good, you'll never be sorry Billy, she's as pretty a girl as there is
in Iowa and she's your age too."
   I knew that Gus more than likely had different ideas as to what pretty
meant, not that I ever thought a pretty girl would even look at me.  I was
too tall and gangly and my hair was long and I always thought I had a big
nose and buck teeth.  ( yeah, I did look at myself )
   Mom always told me I was the handsomest young man she knew, but then I
reckon all Mom's are supposed to say that to their ugly kids.
   The next morning, after the milking and feeding and after I gathered the
eggs, I told Mom I was gonna go for a walk and would be back before lunch.
   We called it dinner and supper in Texas, up here it was lunch and
dinner.
   Now that we lived out in the country, I had started wearing some cut-off
jeans that Mom had cut off for me, I had them on and my Nike's now.  I knew
my legs were long, but I could see some muscles beginning to show up now. I
was still using the `Bull Worker', and had even figured out the leg
exercises too.
   I walked out to the paved road and walked west, up and down the rolling
hills that made the road look like a roller coaster.
   I must have walked two miles before I saw some white boxes lined up
along a hill side near a few scattered trees.  There wasn't many trees at
all up here, except next to the home places and this looked odd.
   I walked over to get a closer look.  I even crossed over the highway
ditch and walked right up to the first white box that was about waist high
to me.
   There were bees going everywhere and they were now flying all around me.
I swatted at them to get them out of my face and stepped back away from
them.
   Just as I decided that these bees didn't want me close, I turned to walk
away and saw some kind of weird monster walking right toward me.  I thought
at first it was a scarecrow that had come to life.
   I stumbled and nearly fell as I backed up and was about to break into a
dead run back to the house when it raised an arm up and pulled a big bonnet
and net off it's face.
   The most beautiful girl God had ever put on this earth was standing
there smiling at me, her hair was golden yellow, her skin was the color of
golden honey and her smile was bright as sunlight.
   "Hello, I am Honey Bee Sweet." She said and stepped up to shake my hand
as she pulled the long oversize glove off her right hand.
   "Uh, I, I'm Billy." I finally managed to say when I got my tongue back
out of my throat where I had swallowed it.
   "Billy, I'm pleased to meet you, do you live around here?"
   "Yeah, what is your real name, I know you were joking." I laughed.
   She looked at me like I had slapped her face and hung her head.
   "Honey is my real name, my Pa named me that, most people laugh like you
did when I tell them."
   "Wow, golly, Honey, I mean I'm sorry, I didn't know.  I just moved here
with my Mom from Texas and I heard that there was a pretty girl that lived
over this way and I got up enough nerve to walk over to maybe get a sneak
look at her."
   "I sure hope you wont hate me cause I laughed at your name."
   "You live over there with Mr.  Matheson? 
   "Yeah, he's my Granddad, my Mom's Dad too." I felt like a jerk trying to
make talk now that I had hurt her feelings.
   "You really walked all the way just to see me?"
   "Yeah, I reckon you're gonna laugh at me now aren't you?"
   "No, and I forgive you for laughing at me, I know that my name is kinda
funny to others."
   "No, you're name's not funny, as a matter of fact your name suits you
just perfect, you are just like I heard, you are very pretty and I don't
think I ever saw a girl with hair as long as yours or as pretty either."
   "Gosh Billy, I'm glad that you came over now.  I was just checking the
hives for Pa, wanna wait and I'll let you walk over to the next place with
me?"
   "Well, if they won't sting me I'll wait and watch you."
   "Just squat down over there and be still, they won't sting you."
   I watched as she opened the trays and looked inside every other hive,
then put them back just as she had found them.  She walked out to where I
was squatted down in the road ditch and took off her bonnet and bee net
once more and there was that awesome smile once again.
   "Hold my bonnet so I can get this jumpsuit off and we'll walk to the
next hives over there and you can tell me all about Texas."
   I took her bonnet and she unzipped the front of her jumpsuit, then
unzipped down the legs on the outside and stepped out and shook it off.
   I nearly swallowed my tongue again when I saw her.  She wore cut-off
jeans and a crop top.  Her breasts weren't real big, but they sure stuck
straight out and her skin was the color of honey on her arms, as well as
her legs and belly where the top didn't cover.  When she turned, I could
see the crease of her butt cheeks at the bottom of her denim shorts.
   I looked up at her face to see her looking at me as I looked her over
good.
   "I'm sorry I was staring, you're not pretty, you are beautiful." I could
hardly believe those words came out of my mouth and I turned red.  I even
felt the red go down in my shoes too.
   "Thank you Billy, but I don't think I'm beautiful, you don't have to say
that because you laughed at my name while ago.  My butt is way too big and
I don't have big tits yet."
   "I wasn't Honey, the words came out as soon as you pulled off your
clothes, I mean your jumpsuit, I had to look around to make sure it was me
that said it.
   "I like your butt."
   What in the world is wrong with me, I never even talked to a girl before
and here I have told a girl I like her butt.
   "I like you Billy, you are so honest and you say what you feel, those
are good qualities in a young man." Honey smiled at me.
   I guess it was OK to tell a girl she had a good looking butt.
   We walked along now, she took her bonnet and I carried her jumpsuit over
my arm, I could smell her in it and I got embarrassed as I thought of her
being so close to this white suit and here I was holding it in my arms.  I
wanted to pull it up to my face and smell her.
   I turned ever redder, I know cause she saw it too.  "Billy, why are you
blushing now?"
   "Uh Honey, uh well, you see.  I've never even been around girls, and
when you pulled off your jumpsuit back there and I saw how beautiful you
were, I got all flustered and I didn't know what to say.  Just now I
smelled you in your jumpsuit and I wanted to pull it up to my face and
smell you close."
   "Billy, that's the nicest thing a boy ever said to me."
   "I was afraid to tell you the truth, but I wanted you to know too."
   "How old are you Billy?"
   "Sixteen, I'll be seventeen in December."
   "I'm sixteen too, when in December, my birthday is the 15th."
   "Really, mines the 10th ."
   "What grade will you be in when school starts?"
   "The 10th what grade will you be in?"
   "The 10th too, that's great we'll see each other a lot and be neighbors,
will you let me come over and study, I have a hard time with math."
   "Sure, math is my best subject Honey.  I was wondering though, what will
you're boyfriend say."
   "Pa don't allow me to date or have boyfriends yet, he says he don't
trust them city boys and there's not any country boys he trusts either,
just wait until I introduce you to him, I bet he likes you."
   "Why do you think he'll like me?"
   "He's originally from Texas and you're tall like him and you smile and
tell the truth."
   "Really?  I do all that?  I mean, well I don't know what I mean."
   "Do you ride horses Billy?"
   "No, I never been on one."
   "You lived in Texas and you never rode a horse?"
   "No, and I hope you still like me even if I'm not a cowboy, I guess it's
your turn to laugh at me now."
   "I like you Billy and I'll teach you to ride a horse too.  I'll never
laugh at you for something you don't know how to do."
   "You will?  You won't?  But I mean, Honey I don't know the first thing
about them."
   "I will and you will, you'll know all about them and we can ride all
over."
   "Well, I'll try, but you sure got more confidence in me than I got."
   "Billy?"
   "Yeah Honey?"
   "I think I'd like to watch you smell my coveralls before I put them back
on."
   I pulled her white coveralls open and smelled right at the bottom of her
front zipper, right in her crotch.  I took a big deep breath and I felt so
good.  I got a hard on too and turned real quick.
   "That was awesome Billy, I'm sure glad you got up the nerve to come over
today."
   "Me too Honey."
   "Billy, my Pa's gonna let me drive his old truck to school this year,
now that he's got a new one, will you ride with me?"
   "Golly yeah Honey, are you sure, I mean I bet there's boys all over Iowa
fighting to be seen with you."
   "But I don't want them and when you come over next time, I will let you
meet my Pa, he's in town now getting feed."
   "I didn't even think I'd make a friend up here, it took me fifteen years
to make the three I had.  Now I meet the most beautiful girl in Iowa and
you even ask me to ride to school with you."
   "My Granddad don't ever smile much, but he'll smile when I tell him I
met you, I just know he will, he's smart that way."
   "What will your Mom think about us riding to school together?"
   "Mom is kinda special, she worries about me I think, that I don't make
friends easily.  Mom will like you Honey, will you come over and meet them
some time?"
   "I sure will, can I come this afternoon, that is if my Pa says I can?"
   "YESSS, I mean sure you can.  We never have company, Mom will like it
and she will like you too Honey, if I like someone, Mom loves them."
   "Then I'll be there even if I have to slip off." She giggled and it
sounded like music to my ears.
   Honey told me later that she didn't have to slip off.  She said that
when she told her Pa that she had met Mr.  Matheson's grand son that had
just moved here from Texas and that I was tall like him, he just grinned.
   Honey did come over, she drove her Dad's truck that he was gonna let her
have now that he got a new one and she stayed until almost dark.  I didn't
want her to leave and even Granddad asked her to stay for supper.
   "I really need to get on back Mr.  Matheson, I need to fix Pa some
supper too, before too late."
   "I'll walk you to your truck Honey." I told her and saw Mom smile at
Granddad.  He smiled back and I knew he liked Honey cause he hardly ever
smiled.
   "I really had a good time today Billy, I'm so glad we met and I'm even
more glad that you are so tall and good looking too, I hope I don't sound
like a little girl, but I really like you."
   "Gosh no, you don't sound like no little girl, and for sure you don't
look like one, I'm gonna go inside here in a minute and pinch me to see if
I am dreaming."
   "I really like you too Honey, can I see you tomorrow sometime?"
   "I was hoping so hard that you would ask me that, I want to ride my
horse over here and we can ride double and let you get used to it before
you ride by yourself.  That is if you even want to ride horses with me."
   "Right now, I am so happy, I'd carry you and your horse." I blurted that
out and felt so stupid.
   "I really do like you, have you ever kissed a girl Billy?"
   "No, you're the first girl I ever been around except Mom, and she's my
Mom."
   "I never kissed a boy either, can we kiss tomorrow if you still like
me?"
   "Well, if you wont laugh at me if I don't do it right, I reckon we can
try anyway."
   "Before you go Honey, can I touch your hair?"
   "Billy, you're too much, I hope we become best friends and you always
want to touch my hair, I love to feel of it myself and I brush it and comb
it at night and pretend I am Lady Godiva."
   "I remember her, she was the woman that rode through the village naked
with her hair covering her bare breasts and privates, to protest high
taxes."
   "YES, I cant believe you know that story.  Do you read a lot Billy."
   "I have spent my whole life reading books and pretending I was in far
away lands and saving pretty girls from the evil villains and then ride off
with the fair maidens on my big steed."
   Honey grabbed me and kissed me right on the mouth and I shot cum all in
my shorts.
   I nearly fainted it felt so good and I was light headed and feeling
wobbly as I straightened my glasses and she stood looking up at me.
   "Billy, are you OK, I hope you didn't mind me doing that, I just
couldn't help it."
   "No Honey, it's not that I minded, it's just like I told you, I never
kissed a girl and when you kissed me I get light headed and I had an
accident."
   "Did you really, I felt you poking against my belly and wondered if that
was really what I thought it was."
   "It was, sorry about that.  It just happened so fast I couldn't help
it."
   "Don't apologize, I feel good that you did that because of me kissing
you.  I'll tell you something if you don't think I'm bad."
   "Gosh no, I don't think you even know how to be bad Honey, I told you
about me losing control, you can tell me anything."
   "Billy, when you said what you did about wanting to rescue pretty girls,
I got so wet in my panties and I wanted to kiss you so bad, I just had to
kiss you right then."
   "Really, does that mean you've never done anything with a boy either?"
   "No, not even kiss, but I'm just like you and have dreamed of a handsome
boy rescuing me from the tall corn field prisons and carrying me off to his
castle and making love to my naked body all night."
   "I don't know the first thing about making love, but I sure would like
to be that lucky boy."
   "I want it to be you too Billy, and I want to be the lucky girl too,
I'll see you tomorrow when my chores are done, please don't forget about me
Billy."
   "I'll never forget you and all that happened this day in my life Honey."
   
  
JRyter's Honey Chap. 1