Encounter in the Corn Field

In the last few days, I read a couple of stories about 'Dad and me'. Reminded me of something that happened to me when I was, I guess, about 15 or 16.

It was fall, and we were picking corn. I was un-loading wagons, and Dad was running the old Case picker with the Allis tractor. I had finished un-loading the wagon that I had, and I could see the picker, tractor and wagon moving down the side of the field away from me on the other side of the stand of tall corn. Obviously, I couldn't be seen from where Dad was working.

So like any teen age boy who has a few minutes and plenty of energy, I had my hand down inside my overalls, playing with my cock. It felt real good, and I began to stroke, and then dropped the strap of the overall, and then just dropped the overalls, standing there beside the tractor and wagon, just jacking.

I obviously got pretty tied up with what I was doing, and didn't hear Dad's tractor stop. Suddenly, I was getting that tingly feeling that comes from the toes, and was at the point of no return, and looked up to see Dad about 8 feet away walking straight toward me with a great big grin on his face. But it was too late, I just shot 2 or 3 big arcs of cum straight out ahead of me. He just kept on grinning, and walked right past me and on to the barn to get the tool he needed to fix the picker.

I joined him when he walked back, and neither of us made mention of the encounter - then or ever again.

This happened in about 1951, I expect. Dad died in 1989. During the years from '51 to '89, I was always around at Corn Picking time because it is at least a 2 man job. I still fooled around when waiting in the field for another load, but he never caught me with my hand on my cock again, or if he did, I didn't see him when he saw me. Growing up on a farm was certainly the best.