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Hayseed in the barn

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 06 Sep 2000 1 comments
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growing up in the country was great for my brother and i, both parents worked from early morning and would not arrive home til 6 pm each afternoon. we shared a bedroom all our youth and seeing each other nude was common. one particular day two school friends came of for the day and after we went skinny dipping, we were all lying on the ponds edge talking about fucking and pussy and comparing our stiff cocks, when robert, the oldest at age 14, said he was going to do something about his hard on and introduced us to jacking off. it was great! from that day on my brother and i were hooked. my brother's cock was 3 inches longer, thicker and pointed up and to the left. even though i was older and mine was smaller, my cock would pump more cum than his. we would stroke in front of each other and compare length and the size of our balls. we often dared eaach other to jack off at the drop of a hat. some of the oddest times were while driving a tractor, working cattle, fishing on the creek and in his girlfriends car where he smeared his cum all over the steering wheel. when night fell, we would be lying in our beds and listen to the rythm of stroking and flexing of our cocks.l we left our gym bags and basket ball shoes at the front of the room to cover the scent from our parents. when i left home to get married it wasn't long when little brother got hitched to a gal. we kind of dropped our horny play days til on june night when he and his wife came down to visit my parents. he called to invite us to visit also. once my wife and i arrived we played cards and visited . a thunderstorm was rolling through about that time my father noticed the barn door swing open in wind and rain. little brother popped up and said we would go shut it and check things out. we made a mad dash across the pasture in the rain and pulled the huge door behind us and latched it shut. that's when little brother said to strip and lets have a jerk off in the hay. when he said that, the wet clothes against my married cock nearly bust a zipper. we pulled offf the wet clothes and climbed up into the haybales and stretched out side by side, looking out into the sky all lit up by flashes of lightning. it may have been the electricity in the air but we both were stroking and looking at each other in the midst of a storm. he commented that he had always wished he had balls that hung low like mine and bounced when being jacked off. i laughedand told him that piece of meat he was beating was no small wonder and asked him what it measured. 8 and a quarter inches of pure pussy pounding power, he replied. as he started his ritual of a slower stroke i knew he was about to splatter. (allthe time we were growing up, we never touched each others cock, balls, or jizz.) so i blurted out a request,"let me catch it as yuo blow your load." he looked at me with a smirk and continued his stroke. i placed my cupped hand at the tip of his cock when he rose to his knees and shuttered "now!" i caught his jizz in one hand (remember he never came in buckets only small puddles.) he asked, "what now?" "watch" i said. i brought my meat to attention with my right hand and my left was holding my brothers man juice. i then started stroking with my left hand. the coat of cum was an excitement i never knew before. i may have been the thought of another mans sperm on my cock or the smell of hay, cum and rain or maybe the slistening of my cock from lightning flashes, but i felt my balls ache from the load they were sending toward my friction frenzied pecker. it was then that little brother took his hands and made a cup with one and said 'turn about is fair play." i rose to my knees and leaned back onto the haybales. that was when the sensation of hay moving against my ass was more than i could stand. but before i could yell "now!" my little brother grabbed my cock and pumped with a grip only a man with callous hands could. i emptied what looked like a pint of cream. i fell back into the hay and looked at him holding my liquid pleasure when he asked "ya ever taste this stuff?" he then held his hand out the loft window and washed it onto the ground. we placed our wet clothes on, and was taking a piss in the cow shed when a flashlight shined on us. it was our father who came to check on us. "thought something happened to you guys", he yelled over the sound of rain hitting the tin roof. "every thing is in hand dad", i returned and my brother replied "not much but it was sure cumming down here in buckets for a minute or two", as he finished his piss by shaking his slightly rigid cock and stuffing it into his pants.