As I promised, the stories start:
I had barely turned 16, and me and my best friend, Tim, would work on my father's farm during the weekend. He would come over Friday and stay till Sunday night. He lived a good 25 minutes away from me, and that was a short drive. We had been friends for about 10 years now.
Tim was a year older then me, roughly 6'0, 165lbs, shaggy brown hair and light blue eyes. He has the body of a Greek god. Every line you can think of, he had. He had a slower country draw then me, and sometimes he could not hold a complete conversation, but he had eye's that cut right through you telling you he was listening to you intently even if he had no idea what to say.
One weekend during one of the hottest summers I can remember in my 21 years, Tim and I were just coming in from feeding the livestock and playing around with the horses. We were sweaty and covered in dirt. My father and mother had run into town to get some food from the store, so they would not be home for another hour or so. I told Tim that I had forgotten to close the barn door so he should jump into the shower first. I ran outside, closed the door, and ran back to the house. Tim had not moved from the garage. He looked a little like a lost dog, so I asked him what was up. It took him a minute to word his sentence, but finally he spoke "Well y'alls mom just cleaned, and I reckon she would hate it if I got mud all over her carpet". I laughed at him and told him just to strip down here and we could do the laundry when he got outta the shower. To my surprise he started to undress. I was in disbelief.
The sweat on his body shimmered as beads dropped down from his neck to the top of his underwear. I must have looked a fool, cause he stopped after pulling his pants down, leaving him in a small pair of boxer briefs. He looked up at me and gave me an awkward look. He scanned my body down and took a step back. I had, without realizing, grew a little. I closed my eye's knowing what would happen next. I stood for what felt like forever. Then I felt something, confused, I opened my eyes.
Tim was standing closer to me, his hands slowly lifting my shirt, as he leaned in and started kissing my neck. I whispered in his ear "what are you doing there buddy?" He looked up and smiled and pulled me into a long kiss. His hands where running down my chest and he unbuckled my pants. I stepped back and flung my shirt and pants off, and pulled him into me. I placed my hands on his cock, rubbing it through his underwear. It felt huge. I kissed him as I slide my hands into his underwear and pulled his cock out.
It's tip was a little wet, and it was throbbing in my hand. I got down onto my knee's, licking his chest the entire way down. I slipped the top of his cock into my mouth, moving it around with my tongue. He ran his fingers through my hair, and pushed my head down deeper. I gagged but kept on taking it. He tasted so good.
He picked me up and threw me up against the wall. He spit in his hand, and rubbed some on his cock, and then, pushed his cock up. He must have been in the mood cause he didn't stop, even though I had begun to cry. I bite my lip, as he continued to thrust. He looked into my eyes almost the entire time, pushing harder, and deeper each time. He moved away from the wall, still holding me, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he slowly set me down on the floor. I moved my legs over his shoulders and he continued to thrust.
I closed my eyes, and he leaned in kissing my neck. I moaned pretty fucking loud. I am surprised the neighbors didn't hear, or if they did, they never said a word.
He kept working me, panting and sweating more then he was outside. The pain had started to subside, and I knew it would be over soon. He thrust in me on1e last time, and erupted. I did not even have to touch myself. I shot all over my chest. He pulled out and rolled over to lay next to me. We were both out of breath, fighting hard to regain control. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, I was not sure how he felt.
We laid for a minute or so in silence. Then he shot up, and told me he should probably shower. I laid there as he ran inside.
Another minute went by, and I heard the water start up in the shower. I got up and walked inside, Tim was at the door. He looked at me for a minute and then said "What took you so long?" He grinned and I knew what he meant. I smiled and went in after him.
Tim was a year older then me, roughly 6'0, 165lbs, shaggy brown hair and light blue eyes. He has the body of a Greek god. Every line you can think of, he had. He had a slower country draw then me, and sometimes he could not hold a complete conversation, but he had eye's that cut right through you telling you he was listening to you intently even if he had no idea what to say.
One weekend during one of the hottest summers I can remember in my 21 years, Tim and I were just coming in from feeding the livestock and playing around with the horses. We were sweaty and covered in dirt. My father and mother had run into town to get some food from the store, so they would not be home for another hour or so. I told Tim that I had forgotten to close the barn door so he should jump into the shower first. I ran outside, closed the door, and ran back to the house. Tim had not moved from the garage. He looked a little like a lost dog, so I asked him what was up. It took him a minute to word his sentence, but finally he spoke "Well y'alls mom just cleaned, and I reckon she would hate it if I got mud all over her carpet". I laughed at him and told him just to strip down here and we could do the laundry when he got outta the shower. To my surprise he started to undress. I was in disbelief.
The sweat on his body shimmered as beads dropped down from his neck to the top of his underwear. I must have looked a fool, cause he stopped after pulling his pants down, leaving him in a small pair of boxer briefs. He looked up at me and gave me an awkward look. He scanned my body down and took a step back. I had, without realizing, grew a little. I closed my eye's knowing what would happen next. I stood for what felt like forever. Then I felt something, confused, I opened my eyes.
Tim was standing closer to me, his hands slowly lifting my shirt, as he leaned in and started kissing my neck. I whispered in his ear "what are you doing there buddy?" He looked up and smiled and pulled me into a long kiss. His hands where running down my chest and he unbuckled my pants. I stepped back and flung my shirt and pants off, and pulled him into me. I placed my hands on his cock, rubbing it through his underwear. It felt huge. I kissed him as I slide my hands into his underwear and pulled his cock out.
It's tip was a little wet, and it was throbbing in my hand. I got down onto my knee's, licking his chest the entire way down. I slipped the top of his cock into my mouth, moving it around with my tongue. He ran his fingers through my hair, and pushed my head down deeper. I gagged but kept on taking it. He tasted so good.
He picked me up and threw me up against the wall. He spit in his hand, and rubbed some on his cock, and then, pushed his cock up. He must have been in the mood cause he didn't stop, even though I had begun to cry. I bite my lip, as he continued to thrust. He looked into my eyes almost the entire time, pushing harder, and deeper each time. He moved away from the wall, still holding me, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he slowly set me down on the floor. I moved my legs over his shoulders and he continued to thrust.
I closed my eyes, and he leaned in kissing my neck. I moaned pretty fucking loud. I am surprised the neighbors didn't hear, or if they did, they never said a word.
He kept working me, panting and sweating more then he was outside. The pain had started to subside, and I knew it would be over soon. He thrust in me on1e last time, and erupted. I did not even have to touch myself. I shot all over my chest. He pulled out and rolled over to lay next to me. We were both out of breath, fighting hard to regain control. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, I was not sure how he felt.
We laid for a minute or so in silence. Then he shot up, and told me he should probably shower. I laid there as he ran inside.
Another minute went by, and I heard the water start up in the shower. I got up and walked inside, Tim was at the door. He looked at me for a minute and then said "What took you so long?" He grinned and I knew what he meant. I smiled and went in after him.
I was sore for the next few days:
Get er' done.
Get er' done.
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