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I grew up on a dairy farm in the midwest. The experience below happen when I was 15 or 16 years old. At that age I had finally accepted masturbation as normal and fun activity.
My family would from time to time go to visit family in the city and I would stay home to watch the animals. On a warm summer day, my family left for the city and I was alone. The barn was one of those big old one with a big loft. I went up the straw pile and started taking my clothes off. I was hard before I was down to my briefs.
I lay down on the straw and close my eye. I began to stroke my erection. I never knew how long I was up there; the only time piece was the rhytmic strokes of my 8' erection. The sun would come shown through the crack warming my newly hairy chest and pubic hairs. I would open my eyes peroidically to watch the glistening pre-cum ooz on the head of the penis. I would play with it lubricating the strokes, tasting it,and rubing it around the head only. Occasionally, a breeze would come through the cracks and cool the sweaty parts and tickle the fine pubic hair I had at the time.
I would finally cum shooting semen on my chest, stomach and face. I would feel each shot rack my body from my head to toes. I would lie there spent and sometimes fall asleep. I was never caught.
I enjoyed a few of these episodes. Though I am married, I miss theses times. There are a few more experience I would share if people like this one.

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