It was a wonderful summer. We spent all summer together on my family’s farm. My friend was slightly older than me, but we were both around 15. We worked in hay, tobacco, and corn, and had some experiences herding cattle and feeding them and fixing fence. We were usually stripped to our pants doing our work in the bright summer sun, getting the sun’s rays on our tanned, muscle-toned bodies.
My friend had begun asking me questions about jacking off a couple years earlier and we had occasionally shown each other our dicks but as we grew older our thoughts were on how we could get a girl and trying to get laid. As we would talk about that we would stop what we were doing, usually working in the back pasture by ourselves with no one else around for miles, and we would drop our pants to the ground and start whacking off. We were doing that one day and I was talking about something to do with desiring a particular girl when he just reached over without any warning and started rubbing my 5 and a half inch engorged dick.
The feeling took me by surprise and he just kept rubbing it. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the girl and whether her pussy would feel anything like that. He had me in a place I couldn’t do anything but enjoy it. He made it feel so good, rubbing and rubbing and occasionally grabbing my nut sack and pulling my balls down, while rubbing my dick with the other hand. I just leaned back on my elbows and took this in. My cut dick was straight with a large knob on the end, dripping with precum which he occasionally tasted as he rubbed it. His rhythm sped up and I told him, “I’m going to cum,” and he just kept rubbing. Suddenly my nuts drew up close and I felt the familiar sensation of my semen about to spurt and let go one rope after another, the first landing about three feet away, and the next ones landing on my leg, his arm and some on his back. He milked every drop out of it as I felt the sensation of this orgasm, bucking my hips as he kept working. When I was done, he looked at me and said, “My turn.”
Turnabout is fair play so I reached over to his throbbing 6.5 inch uncut dick, bent upwards toward his belly button. I had never held another penis in my hand. It was warm, smooth, and hard as a rock. I beat his meat slowly and then faster, as he leaned back like I had. I rubbed his nuts gently and took a couple fingers and rubbed his foreskin over his glans or head. He was in another world as I kept rubbing him. He would call a girls name and just keep repeating it. Finally he said, “It’s coming,” and I felt the sensation of his semen surging through his raging hard on and saw one rope after another, not as high as mine but just as substantial as it hit my arm, fingers, and his belly and chest. After I milked him dry, we both lay completely on the grassy ground, letting the sun dry our man juice as we felt the warmth of the breeze caress our wilting dicks and nuts.
We finally got up and pulled our pants up over our dicks and got back to work. It was a wonderful summer.
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