Fun on the Farm

I have been a fan of this site off and on for years, and I think I actually wrote a post about this relationship a long time ago with a different ID that I have since forgotten, so I figured I'd write again.  I could do a series of posts about different experiences with this friend, but I'll probably let this summary stand as my "teenage experiences" post.  Last introductory note, I'll call my friend "Jason" to protect the innocent.  My friend was raised, and still is an extremely conservative family man who would not be happy about any hints to this story being about him.   Jason and I had been friends ever since I moved to the area when I was a kid.  We both lived on small family-run farms, and while our houses where not close, the fields behind our houses met along one fence line.  We were a year apart in age and school grade, but that didn't keep us from becoming fast friends.  We often met back on that fence line and then would spend hours out playing in the sun.  The "good ol' days" as they say.  Our first time anything "solotouch-esque" happened when I was about 14. which would make him 13 at the time.  I had to be at least 14 because I didn't discover the joys of playing with myself until a month shy of my 14th birthday.  There was a small canal that ran through part of his dad's land that would be as close as we could get to a "swimming hole."  One hot day we were both wearing shorts and wading in the canal up to our knees.  Of course a mis-step here and there meant one leg would sink in a little deeper, and we'd end up with the water line creeping up higher on our shorts.  Finally we realized we were at the point where we might as well just go swimming and went right in to the canal with our clothes on.  We played around in there for a while, swimming, sliding down the bank... anyway we were a mess when we got out.  Wet and muddy.  When we had enough of the water, we got out and he suggested we go back to his place to rinse the mud out of our clothes so our moms wouldn't be mad about us ruining our clothes. We got back to his place with our clothes still damp and confirmed that his parents were still away.  He said, "let's use my parent's shower, it's bigger."  It was slightly bigger than the one in the other bathroom, but was still not much bigger than the typical stall you see in a gym today.  We got in fully clothed and started to rinse the muddy water out of our clothes.  The plan was, we'd rinse off, put the clothes in the dryer, and wear towels until the clothes were dry.  We began to strip off our clothes in the shower and I was nervous because I was already a little aroused.  I didn't realize what I was then (gay, straight, whatever) but I knew I liked this.  We were finally standing there shoulder to shoulder naked.  Jason looked down at my boner and said, "your boner is giving me a boner."  Sure enough he was soon sticking straight up like me.  We both just kinda laughed it off and continued washing off our skin (clothes were out of the shower now).  I was so horny I couldn't stand it, but was too embarrassed to do anything or say anything.  I know there's some great first time stories out there, but here's what happened to me: I turned away from him pretending to rinse my back and gave my cock a few quick tugs.  That's all it took for my young inexperienced cock to burst, and Jason was none the wiser.  So that, my friends, was my first time naked with another guy. Not too long after that Jason and I had a sleepover at his place.  We pitched a tent (no pun intended) out in the field and laid there talking for a while.  I don't know how we got on the topic but I said, "I can make sperm come out."  I guess we were both late bloomers because he was intrigued to hear this.  He wanted to see.  Since we had already broken the ice and seen each other in the shower, I figured why not?  I was already hard just talking about it.  I opened my sleeping bag to reveal my skinny teen boner and said, "it usually takes about 5 minutes or so." I started jerking my cock, and pretty soon shot my small load.  Jason said, "that wasn't five minutes, it was barely a minute!"  He was right, of course. We didn't really do much more very reguarly for a while, but sometime later I was out in the barn doing some menial chores and discovered tucked between some bales of hay in the haystack a stash of porn magazines one of my brothers had left there.  You can imagine how exciting that was!  I grabbed a couple (in my teenage mind I rationalized he wouldn't miss one or two... he probably catalogued them all!) and hid them in an old fort Jason and I had built on my dad's place.  That fort was now the preferred spot for our sleepovers.  One night he was sleeping over and I showed him the magazines I had stashed in there.  We both got our cocks out and stroked off.  We enjoyed reading the Penthouse Forum letters and the pictures in the Hustlers.  I liked the Hustler pictures because most of them have guys in them.  He definitely liked the women more.  Those first few times we both blew our loads and enjoyed the magazines immensely.  Of course, just as much, I enjoyed watching him. As I mentioned, Jason was very conservative and announced to me one day that porn was bad, masturbation was bad, and he wasn't going to look at the magazines any more with me.  I respected his decision and we stayed very good friends.   Fast forward a couple of years and now we're both in high school.  It was my Senior year and Jason was a Junior.  So we were 16 and 17.  I remember because we were both driving at this point, but we still took the bus to school, since we didn't have our own cars yet.  The school bus dropped a bunch of us country kids off at one intersection and everyone would walk home from there.  From that corner his house and my house were about the same distance, but down perpendicular streets, so we often walked together and spent time after school at one house or the other before one or the other of us walked home through the field. One afternoon we got off the bus and this time walked to my house.  We went into my room as usual and we both just flopped down on the bed talking.  Nothing big.  I remember so clearly he was laying down on his stomach while we were talking about who knows what.  Suddenly he rolls over and he's sporting the biggest bulge ever.  I wish I could give you more details what was said or who did what, but all I can really remember is basically we both ended up with our pants down really quick.  I was shocked for two reasons: 1) because as far as I knew, he was anti-porn and anti-masturbation, and 2) in the quiet years between our early discovery and this day he got BIG!  Since I was older, I had always had the bigger cock.  He caught up and surpassed me in those years.  His cock was easily an inch longer than mine, and thicker.    Jason started talking about some of the different ways that he liked to do it, and we compared some of our techniques. Then the unimaginable happened. As we were talking about it, we demonstrated on each other.  I couldn't believe I was touching another guy's cock.  It was such an amazing feeling.  It felt like mine, only it didn't, because of course I wasn't feeling it internally.  We jerked a bit, sometimes each other, sometimes ourselves but when we got close to cumming he wouldn't let me get him off.  Maybe because it was "gay" or something.  Anyway, we both came, and cleaned up so he could go home.  We did that a couple of more times that school year, but it was few and far between and only when he initiated.  I had to respect that. At the end of my senior year my dad got a job in a different town a couple of hours away and we moved.  The house took some time to sell, so it sat vacant for a couple of months in the summer.  One day that summer I drove back to the old place on some forgettable errand for my parents.  I told Jason I was coming down so we could say hi.  Like I said, we didn't jerk off every single time we met, so I didn't have any expectations for it.  We caught up on things, talked about friends, etc. and we were probably talking about girls or something becuase it did turn into a jerk off session for us.  We took turns jerking each other, and to my great surprise and pleasure as I was jerking him he said, "you can finish me off."  It was the one and only time he said that.  It was an amazing experience, and in hindsight I think maybe he knew how much I wanted it and it was his goodbye present to me. I never saw him again in person until years later at his wedding.  There was no mention or acknowledgement of this part of our past, but we did reminisce about being great friends.  I was SOOOO tempted to walk up to his virgin bride and whisper in her ear, "just wait, it's HUGE!"