Mediterranean Adventure Ch 4
Young Daniel
The Pool, as we called it, was not a real swimming pool, but a wide spot in the creek that was deep and cool. Some of the boys who worked the fields nearby would stop in for a splash at the end of the day, more when it was really hot. Most of us just went naked, but the younger kids kept their jockeys on. Pretty much, by the time you had p-hairs, you wanted to show them off!
I was shy most of the time, and even after I had sprouted a dark bush, I didn't go naked if there were a lot of guys there. There was a chance they would notice that I was a little too excited by all that naked cock. Then there was the day that Bud came by.
Bud was a temp worker on my folks' farm. He lived out in the bunkhouse for the summer, and did the work that the family couldn't handle. There had been more temps in years past, but my dad had cut the acreage back, and now Bud was the only one. Bud and I often did tractor work out in the fields, and spent some time stocking the hay barn too. He was mid 20's and fond of shucking off his shirt when it got hot. He got me to do that too. More than once I admired his long lean torso when his jeans rode low on his hips, and I liked watching the trails of sweat run down his back and disappear down the top of his ass crack. I didn't know he had noticed.
There was a shortcut between the house and the barn that went behind the bunkhouse. My sisters knew it was off limits because it went past the bunkhouse shower, but it was ok for me, and I went that way all the time. With four sisters, the hayloft was about the only private place I had, so would head up there when the urge to beat off got the better of me. And, getting a view of Bud in the shower now and then was just icing on the cake so I tried to time it right. I didn't realize that Bud had noticed the pattern.
Then one day he was there ahead of me. I was surprised that he had not been in the shower when I went by, and when I climbed the ladder to the loft I heard a noise which made me careful. As I peeked up into the loft, there was Bud, laying back on a bale of hay, naked and stroking! I ducked down, but of course I came up for another peek. His eyes were closed in pleasure, and his legs were spread wide. His hips were pushing, his stomach rolling, he was totally involved. As I watched his hand was stroking faster and faster, pumping his hips, breathing hard, he was close! I was pushing my dick up against a rung of the ladder, and finally had to take it out and beat it right there. When he finally shot off, I did too! My cum went down onto the hay, but he shot up onto his chest. I backed down the ladder before he knew I was there, I thought.
So that day at the pool, I heard his voice saying howdy to someone behind me, but was afraid to turn around and look. Then he was standing beside me, and I watched the ground as he neatly folded and stacked his clothes next to me. When his white jockeys topped the pile he said "Oh, hi Sport!" I looked up and tried to make eye contact, but of course his dick was just about eye level, and I paused there for just a heartbeat. "Goin' in?" he asked. "In a minute" I said. When my boner goes down, I thought.
He sauntered down to the water, and I took in every square inch of his body, afraid he would turn around, but hoping he would! My boner was not fading at all and I was relieved that none of my pals were around. He dove in and took a few strong strokes across, and then swam back underwater. A few feet from the edge, he surfaced and as he stood, revealed the glistening tan body of a god. The water rippled around his waist, and as he slowly came out of the water, he revealed his beautiful nakedness inch by inch.
Walking up the grass towards me, it was impossible for me to take my eyes off his penis. It was much smaller than when he had been beating off, of course, but even so, it was wonderful to see the way it swung between his thighs. With a jolt I realized that he had trimmed his p-hairs! Now they were a neat and tidy bush, where before they had been a wild tangle. When he was right in front of me, I finally looked away, but of course he had seen. That wasn't all he had noticed. "Is that a banana in your jockeys, or are you just happy to see me?" he said quietly.
I wanted to die, or just disappear into the earth. He sat down, bumping my shoulder as he lost his balance a little bit on the slippery grass. I had been sitting cross-legged, but when he spoke had brought my knees up to cover myself. He leaned over and with one arm pulling me in closer, spoke softly in my ear. "When you finish your chores this evening, don't go up in the loft; stop by the bunkhouse for a hot shower and a cold beer." Then he pulled on his jeans and tee and boots and headed out. He had dropped his jockeys in my lap.
I did my chores in a mindless blur. When I was done, I took the path, and when he answered my knock on the back door, I tried to sound cool and casual. "Hi" I said, but my heart was pounding so hard that I'm sure I sounded anything but relaxed.
"Hey Sport!" he said. "You are all hot and sweaty, let's get you into the shower." We turned and went over to the big outdoor shower that the farmhands used. He turned on the water to a pleasant warm flow, and then stripping off my clothes as well as his own, we stepped under the water together.
After some long rinsing moments, he finally reached for the soap and began sudsing my back. Shoulders and pits were next and then my chest and as he slid lower, I knew he would find a raging hard on waiting for him. He shampooed my pubes, and didn't comment on the pole, just slid over it and then down around under my balls and up to my asshole. He did linger a moment or two there before he went down my legs, crouching to do each foot When he stood back up, he turned me around under the water to rinse off and I asked him if I could do the same for him. Of course he said yes. I might have been a bit more thorough as I reveled in the expanse of his beautiful body. Not one square inch escaped my touch, and when I finished washing, I was glad to see that he was as hard as I was. "Sport" he said quietly, " I think we better go inside."
We sat nervously on the couch for a few moments, and then he remembered the beer. I watched his easy gait as he strode across the room to the kitchen area and then back the beer. His penis stood out in front of him, waving slightly as he walked. He handed me the beer, standing in front of me, his boner in my face. "It's ok Sport, do what you want." He came in, inches closer, and it seemed so natural to just open my mouth. He slid his hand around the back of my head and pulled me closer, and I felt his glans touch my lips. My tongue reached out and then I felt him sliding gently past my lips. I closed around him, pulling back a little and then letting him go deeper. We had almost started a rhythm, when he pulled out, almost with a little "pop!"
I looked up in confusion, was it over, I thought? He had a huge smile "Oh Sport, we have so much to do, let's not be in a hurry!" He sat down; I could feel his body from my ankle to my shoulder. Then his hand traveled from my knee up into my crotch. He cupped my balls for a moment and with his other hand, pushed me back on the couch. My cock rested up on my belly and he shifted his grip to stand it up. Then he did what I had just done to him. He was gentle at first, kissing and licking gently, but when he went all the way down, he began to work harder. I felt his nose nuzzle into my pubes, and realized that he had my entire cock in his mouth. Then he pulled back and worked the head, then all the way down again; I would cum soon if he didn't stop, of course that was why he had stopped before.
He knew to stop now too; he came up for air, smiling again. Oh Sport, we have so much to do that we can't possibly do it all tonight." Suddenly he threw his leg over and straddled me so that our dicks rubbed against each other. "Let's just get off together, then we can talk." And with that, he put his hand around both dicks and started stroking. It wasn't long before I felt the buzz that told me I was close. I was already breathing in gasps, and my stomach was contracting.
"Almost!" I whispered.
"Me too, when you shoot I will too." He went a little faster, and suddenly, there I was! My hips pushed against his hand and I felt that burst of pleasure gush out of me again and again. There was a huge spurt of cum, and I realized that he was cumming too. Usually, I catch it in a rag, but this time it was a fountain that covered my chest, and some that landed on my face. He scraped those bits with his index finger and offered them to for a taste. "Yours or mine?" he asked.
"A blend," I said. "and we need another shower. We both smiled.
It was a summer of intense pleasure.