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Last Night On The Farm With My Cousin's Son

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 24 Jun 2000 1 comments
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We lived in Portland, Oregon. I had just graduated from college and was on a trip with my parents to visit parts of Montana and Canada for the Summer. Our family is originally from Montana and so we were to stay with relatives there along the way. When we pulled up to the old farmhouse we were greeted by my cousin, her husband and their son and daughter, Floyd and Donna. Floyd was a Senior in High School to be graduating in a few days. He had lived on the farm all his life and was a lovely , strong specimen to view. We were to be staying only 4 days and I would be helping him with the farm chores as best a city fellow could! I certainly had to go some to rake hay the way he could! He was happy to show me all around the farm and his various chores. We even went for a horseback ride one day. While we were standing by his horse it's cock began getting real long and i started to get embarrased. Floyd said he does that all the time and he just reached over and started pulling the foreskin down over it and the cock retracted back up inside. Actually I was hoping it would break the ice to open some discussion, but it didn/t. Then on the afternoon of my last day we began wrestling around on the living room floor together and I noticed he would hold and squeeze me pretty tight at times and put his face up against mine before letting loose. When it came time to shower his Mother told us to shower together to save water because the well was drying up. Well, we did that and were able to check each other out a bit, but nothing happened. Our sleeping arrangement was together on a double bed on an enclosed porch which was directly outside his parent's bedroom. Their bed was on one side of the open window and Floyd's bed was on the other side. This was our last night together and I had been afraid to start anything with him. We had always just crawled into bed in our jockey shorts and tee shirts and gone to sleep just as we did this night. In the middle of the night I was awakened by his body pressing up against mine. He was on his side facing me and I was on my back. He was humping my leg and hip very slowly and steadily and very quietly. It was a hot evening so all we had over us was a sheet. When I woke up and realized what was going on, I didn't know how to handle the situation. I knew his parents were in bed just on the other side of the open window and would hear every move we made. We never uttered a word or sound while I put my hand over and felt his hard cock which was rubbing against my leg in regular rhythm. I turned over quietly to face him and he reached over and put his hand on my cock. We just quietly began stroking each other very softly and slowly and were both getting exptemely aroused and I knew we were going to cum any moment. I could'nt allow us to come in the bed and soil the sheets as his mother would surely find it and blame me, so I very discreetly began to slide my head down under the covers until I was able to get my mouth over his cock and then I began very quietly sucking him up and down and he gently moved his cock in a fucking motion and quickly started shooting. I swallowed his load and just stayed on it for a long time to make the situation last until it was soft and then I slowly came up for air. Not a sound was made by either of us. He just reached over and gently patted my cock as if to say thank you and turned over and went to sleep. Well before I went to sleep I realized I had one of his curly pubic hairs in my mouth so I very carefully managed to put it in my tee shirt pocket for future viewing. The next morning everyone had to get up very early to start farm chores and for us to get on our way, so all he and I were able to do was shake hands and say our godbyes. As soon as I was able, I rescued his beautiful, light brown pubic hair from my tee shirt pocket, put it in an envelope marked Floyd and placed it in my suitcase. That hair gave me many wonderful memories and jackoff sessions and fantasies of what might have been if my visit could have lasted just a few days longer. Our paths have never crossed since, but I did see his sister at a family reunion 30 years later (he married and raised a family but was unable to attend). She said he told her to just tell me he remembers what a great time we had when I visited him on the farm that Summer.