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True Beginnings #5: The Stock Pond ...
a story by CNJShore9
In the previous story in this directory I mentioned that I had stayed away from any anal suggestions for a good two years, that I did have a friend that tried sooooo hard to get me to let him in there over that period, although I didn't let him breach it, and maybe I'd back-track to a story after that one)..
Not long after my disastrous attempt in the pool shower room, my father decided he had had enough of farming and we moved into town. I quickly made friends with several guys in my new neighborhood, both of whom were a bit older than I.
Anyway, Jay, Bill, and I got to hanging out together even though they were in the 8th grade and I was only in 7th. I was 12, Bill was 13, and Jay was actually 14. I think he had gotten held back one year. He really wasn't the swiftest boat in the water, but he sure had a nice cock !!!! Yeah...those were our `status symbols', if you will. I was the "kid", with a nice 4-inch, cut, nuthin' and up-tight balls. Bill could get up to a nice cut 6-incher, with some pretty hefty balls; and, because of his coloring/heritage (must have had some Italian or Greek .. we never discussed it), he had a really full, dark bush of pubes. ...and Jay ... well he won that contest!! He could pork up to a near 7 inches, although his pubes were blonde and not as bushy as Bill's, and his balls really hung down loosely in a hair-covered scrotum. But, best yet, Jay was uncut!!! Although it wasn't one of those foreskins that completely cover the head and have a half-inch nipple tip, it covered all but the very tip and piss-slit. Bill and I both really enjoyed that factor, especially when we had the opportunity to push it back and expose the head and then pull it forward to cover it back up.
And we did that whenever we could find an excuse !!!!
Well, so ... how does this story still meet the "Rural" category? Here were three, now, city-boys into playing around together.
As luck would have it, Bill's uncle owned a small "farm" just on the outskirts of town. I use the term "farm", because it really wasn't farmed or cultivated. It was about 50 acres of fallow land -- with a great little man-made stock pond. (yeah, I guess someone had farmed it sometime in the past, but I think Bill's uncle had bought it for the potential future development as the town grew past it's current city-limits.)
However, to us, come the warm spring and summertime ... it was the greatest place around. We would hop on our bikes and ride the three or so miles out to the place, carrying our camping gear and a bag of food and spend a few days just playing around. We were all Cubs and Boy Scouts by that point, plus growing up in a rural/agricultural environment, we were natural `campers'. Add to that, of course, the "additional training and experience" we had already encountered in the scouts, and you had the setting for lots of boy-on-boy play.
...and that's what we would do.
One of our fun games was to play our own special version of water tag... we'd get at different sides of the pond and then jump in and swim to tag -- or avoid -- one another. The first guy to get tagged became the plaything of the other two. He'd have to stand there and let the other two fondle him to their hearts' content.
Needless to say... with Bill's and my fondness for that extra little bit of skin on Jay's cock ... he was always the target!!! Once in a while he would turn the tables and as one of us approached, he would turn and tag us!!! But most often it was he, standing near the bank, but still submerged to his shoulders, submitting to Bill's and my adoring of his cock and balls.
Sooner or later, we would all climb out of the pond and lie side-by-side on a previously laid out blanket and begin to stroke each other. Usually, I was in the middle. ... btw... we lay back in the grass a few times until we learned fairly soon that the grass was full of chiggers and then we'd itch and scratch those damned little bugs as they burrowed in to our skin!!! That's why we finally got sense enough to put the blanket out first !!
So there we were lying back and playing with whichever hard cock (or cocklet) we could find. I was surprised for a while that Bill frequently went for my cocklet over that uncut tower-of-power on Jay. But it soon became apparent that he was looking for a little bit more.
Whenever he was stroking my little prick, he would roll me onto my side facing away from him. At first I didn't really pay attention, because that just made it easier for me to work on Jay's big cock. And work I did !! I could have him moaning and groaning in about 15 seconds flat ... and have him shooting a major wad of cum within the next 2 minutes !!! Damn!! I loved to watch that skin going back and forth off and then over his helmet head. As I watched and stroked, my hand would get tighter and faster and tighter and faster ... until his hips would come up off the blanket, he would squeal in a sound like a dolphin, I would watch his balls almost disappear up into him, and then ropes of pearly, white cum would just fly out of his slit all over everything within 10 feet !!!
Good god !! could that boy cum !!!!!!
While at the same time, Bill would manage to get his thick 6 inches into the crack of my thighs and begin to hump me.
"Awwwwwww...c'mon ... Let me in there," he would whisper.
"NO! No way!" I always answered.
I really liked his cock. ...and I loved the way it felt as it pushed in between my legs and poked against the back of my tiny balls. I really wanted to feel it inside me, but was just too scared to do it.
...and when he would finally cum and whitewash my perineum and balls ...oh oh oh ..that felt soooooo good as the warmth of his juices filled the spaces there.
I look back now and am curious, because Jay never tried to `corn-hole' either of us. He seemed quite content with just being jerked off. (I have a feeling he ended up straight.) Damn!! I would have loved to have that uncut baby inside me!!!
However, Bill was always after my ass. Sometimes in the early morning, he would push me over onto my stomach and then roll on top of me. I would hold my legs tightly together and he would push his cock into the warm, tight closure of my thighs and cheeks and slowly pump his way to a tremendous orgasm.
His legs were outside mine and gripping mine together as tightly as they would go. There was always enough sweat by then (it was in the south and it was getting warmer) to slick up that crevice for him. I still don't know if he was producing pre-cum lube or if it was just what my own body generate, but it damned sure felt good!!
He didn't kiss my neck or bit my ear lobe .. that just wasn't done then ... but he would squeeze me between his much bigger arms and rub his head against mine as he bucked and plunged into my oh-so-willing crevice. Sometimes I would get so carried away that I would begin to back into him and begin to whisper "yeahhhh... oh ... yeahhhhh ... oh... yeahhhhhh... Push it in there ... c'mon... push it and make it shoot !!!"
His only response would be, "unnnnnggghhhhhh... unnnnngggghhhh... awwwwww.. yeah ... awwwwwww yeah... AWWWWWWWWWWW NNNNGGGGGGGG!"
...and I could feel the hot, searing, fluid of his cum as it filled the hollow and ran onto my balls and past onto the blanket.
Oh, how I wish now that I had let him do it inside me!!!
Of course, once we finished... there was no "afterglow" or any talk about it ... that just wasn't done back then.
We just jumped into the pond and cleaned up the `mess' !!!!
Then we either packed up and went home... or began another day of water tag.
Our friendships and encounters continued until the next early summer when my family moved to another town (previous story) ... but it still has a lot of action in the woods and nearby farmlands ... So I guess this story will continue in it's "Rural" category.
So you young gay guys that feel comfortable with your sexuality ... bless you !!! I wish we could have done the same. It was another "age" ...
Hope you enjoyed this story ... if you did, let me know CNJShore9@aol.com .. if you didn't... feel free to tell me why, as well. I am open to `constructive criticism'. And I really will try to get back to you.