Since it was one of those warm days that the heat is unremitting and sweat pours off your body, I decided to go the my local swimming hole, a place on my property that was private, a place three miles from my farm, up past the corn fields. I parked my car where I usually did--under a tall maple--and scooted between the barbed wire fences. After cross a corn field, following a row, I could see the stream meandering under the willows. On the near side at the bend in the stream, a beach of fine sand gently sloped to the stream. I stood a breathed the cool air that came from the water.
As I stripped off my clothes, rubbed my belly, which, over the years, had remained firm, I slowly walked into the water up to my waist and swam under the willows. It felt exhilarating. I got out and lay on my blanket and closed my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep because when I woke and saw the young man standing over me, I startled. "Who are you?" I blurted out, trying to cover myself. "Bill Ryan--I work up the road on the Myer's farm. Mr. Myers told me that there was a good place to swim," he replied. I looked at him--lean, scrawny and drenched with sweat so that he long sleeve work shirt clung to him. I smiled, "Okay. You look hot. Enjoy."
He slipped off his shirt, shucked off his two large boots and jeans. He stared at me with his white jockey shorts. I looked at him and said, "Its okay, no use getting them drenched. It is just you and I." He smiled back and let them down. Cautiously he tiptoed to the water and slowly entered it. I could see the sleek muscular back and taut buttocks, the long swimmer's body. He stood there, riffling the water around him with his hands. I got up and walked to stand by him. I noticed as I got near him that he had a lovely crop of hair on his chest that meandered down to his groin where his penis, a mere bud, hung innocently. He gazed over at me. I had a similar body, although older. We stood quietly patting the water, looking at each other until I said, "Well let's go in." I leaned forward just as he did and we swam out into the center of the swimming hole, which was a deepen pool that went under the willows. He swan to one willow branch and leapt up, handing from it, his legs swinging back and forth, the water glistening in the half light over him. I swam nearby and found myself entranced with him, chatting casually about how good it felt, his legs swinging out more, glancing right by my arm. Instinctually I grabbed his right leg and jokingly pulled on it, stretching him out, his whole body out of the water, taut.
I held him as he smiled and arched his body up, groaning. His penis had engorged and stood up right, magnificent, painting to his belly button, firm and straight. He looked at it; I did the same. I kept my arm on his leg and he stiffened his body, lifting it more. I slide toward him and let his body sink down. I leapt on the branch and put my one hand by his right hand and then swung my other hand by his left, facing him, my body across his. His face directly across from mine. We kissed and I felt his cock against mine, both of our erection taut, upright. His lips were tender and moist, gentle. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, carefully sliding it back and forth as our bodied swayed back and forth, the cool air off the water titillating them. As we swayed I could feel my cock getting harder and harder, the heat of his cock against mine, our hips gently rubbing. From his throat a deep low groan as I felt his chest heave up and his hips lift, then his legs around mine. I held on tighter. His hips thrust and his cock slide from its juices against my belly. His tongue increased its thrusts in my mouth. Then he managed to wiggle his buttocks onto the tip of my cock and as he rose up and down, to insert it so, by then, my whole body felt stretched and taut, and my cock in spasms as if it were in a ecstasy of itself thrust to meet him as the steam seemed to join us, the water eddying around our feet, the heat of the sun dappled thought the leaves, heating us. We got into a rhythm, his tongue in my mouth, my tongue in his, his hips and cock up and then mine up, and the branch that held us, swaying, his ball taut, mine taut, the semen like frenzied minnows swirling in our desires, the pace quickening, until he groaned and thrust upward, his head straining back and I felt his semen spray, warm, thick on my chest and mine, in turn, as he came down on me, released into him and he shuddered again and rose up and came down again and. rising to meet him, I came, this time even more forcefully, screaming out, my whole body convulsing, singing out, released, And we both dropped into the water like a baptism, swimming around, kissing quietly in the quiet light. We walked to the blanket and I put my hand on his cock and he out his hand on mine and waited, without a word, rested, basking in the sun until he became aroused and I too and then wordlessly he rubbed me, moisting my cock, and I did the same to him, holding each other with our other hand, rubbing the chest, neck and kissing, we very gradually stroking the length of our shafts from the tip and then slowing down, looking at each other's eyes, listening to each other's breathes, as if we had know each other an eternity, waiting, increasing our pace and then stopping, breathing slowing, just rubbing each other's body, the chest, face and starting again until he leaned back on the blanket and I leaned over taking his cock in my mouth, holding the tip which by then was swollen and thick, put my lips around it and with the slightest of movements up and down very slowing brought his cock to its full measure and then he put his hand on the shoulder and I knew, the semen came into my mouth in sweet pulsations, first one, then another and, after a pause, another, each as forceful, his hips rising with each ejaculation, his hand steadily on my shoulder as still another came and he exhaled.
His cock stayed hard and semen oozed from it, and down the sides of my mouth into his pubic hair. Then he pushed me over and I felt his hand softly rubbing on my belly and his mouth on my cock. He took it fully in his mouth and just held it, letting it twitch in his throat. He rubbed my chest and face and I held still. I could feel very slight movements of his mouth. And without knowing it, my whole body shivered. It was as if electricity had jolted me upward and my cock, as hard as I ever remember, began to shoot, first one, then another wave of pleasure, and bucking, thrusting, one wave after another, the semen coming from deep inside me, a catharsis. He grabbed me from under my buttocks and took it. I could see semen drooling from his mouth yet here it came, another and another, wave on wave I couldn't seem to stop. When I did, he let me know, and put his mouth in mine, my seed, his tongue sliding back and forth, back and forth. We let go of one another for another swim and dressed but half way to the road turned back and it wasn't until nightfall that we went back to the road, he heading back to work, I back to my room. But we both agreed tomorrow might be another good day for a swim.