Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 01:48:25 +0100
From: Oliver <oh-boy@playful.com>
Subject: Distant Cousins

Hi folks, this is a new one for you here. Hope you enjoy it, let me know if
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way you got here and decide whether you really want to be here. If you do,
welcome!

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Distant Cousins


Going to the farm. As every year, this was happening in the last week of
summer. My parents packed up, shoved me into the car, and off we went to my
dad's parents' farm. I usually hated going to that place, but not this
year. This year I knew that HE would be there again. HE was Jake, star of
my first ever real wet dream.

We'd been going to the farm for as long as I could remember, just as all
the rest of the family. Which really meant at least five to eight other
small families, all somehow related to me. My dad had three brothers and
two sisters, all of them older than him. And all of them plus any number of
dad's cousins gathered at the "family place" for the end of summer. I hated
it. Since dad was a lot younger than all the other adults there, I was much
younger than all of the other adult's kids, which meant that I was usually
left on my own or tagged along with my grandmother who at least made sure
that I didn't get too lonely and kept me occupied. Then came the summer two
years ago.

I had just turned twelve, and it had been only a few months since I had
started jacking off in earnest. My all time record, still unbeaten two
years later by the way, stood at ten orgasms in one day. That had been set
up shortly after I discovered what the "O"-word actually meant, sometime
around Easter that year. I was eleven, and my dick was still so small that
I could only use my thumb and two fingers to work it. And although my
orgasms always shot through me in a flash like a hot liquid spreading from
my dick through all parts of my body, that was all the liquid that was
involved, because the orgasms were still dry at that time. That did have
its advantages of course. I could to it practically anywhere and anytime I
could get my hand into my pants without being noticed. Sitting in front of
the TV in the morning on the weekend, when my mom was busy in the kitchen
and my dad working on his car, watching some rerun of "Home Improvement"
with JTT. Or in the afternoon at the movie theater, watching that cute
seventh grader stick his tongue down his girlfriend's throat in the row in
front of me. I could just ease down in my seat a little, stretch my legs,
push my hand down into my shorts and  get a few minutes of bliss topped
with the most wonderful feeling known to boys. The idea that I should have
looked at the girlfriend rather than the guy with the active tongue never
crossed my mind. I liked guys, that was just the way it was.

Anyway, the record was set up on the day I woke up at five in the morning
from some sound which was long gone by the time I realized it was still
almost dark outside and my dick was rock hard in my pajamas. So I removed
the hindering clothes and enjoyed the first luxurious jack-off of the day,
falling asleep again right after. The second time I woke up the sun was
shining into my room, and I found myself naked, my hand still on my dick
which was fully erect again. So what can a boy do? I took care of the
"problem" again, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Washing my lower body in the hot downpour a few minutes later, I noticed
that my dick seemed to like this kind of treatment very much, urging me to
give a more intensive kind of treatment as well. I gladly obliged, and then
again when I found the towel having the same effect on it shortly
afterward. By this time my proudest part was beginning to feel rather
tender at every touch, and I put on my most baggy pairs of boxers and
jeans. Still my mom asked me if anything was wrong when she noticed me
walking a little stiffly when we left for the mall after breakfast. I told
her something about being sore from playing soccer with my friends last
night and that seemed to satisfy her.

I began worrying that something might be wrong when I found myself sitting
in the food court, my mom off to buy some clothes for herself, scooted as
near to the table as possible to hide what I was doing, watching some cute
kid skating in the half pipe which was next to the food court. I looked at
the way the muscles in his lower legs flexed between his skates and his
baggy shorts when he was up on the lip, the way his body moved under his t-
shirt when he jumped back into the pipe, the way his hair flew out behind
him and the way he licked the sweat off his upper lip when he stopped to
rest for a moment. I could barely stay in my seat when I reached my climax
this time, and quickly looked around if anyone might have noticed. Luckily
no one had, and I had a few more minutes to slow my breathing, slowly
sipping my coke, before my mom returned. Doing the numbers in my head
quickly I realized that this had been the fifth time today, and it was only
noon. I guessed I must be so totally pumped up with hormones that I would
probably have a beard and a voice like my grandfather within hours.

I won't bore you with the details of the next five times I orgasmed that
day, just let me tell you that it was at the movie theater (once), the
miniature golf course (once, very quickly, hiding behind the windmill while
another cute kid tried getting the ball into the hole between the turning
wings of the mill, my mother looking around trying to see where I had
disappeared to), in the back seat of the car on our way back (once,
remembering the other times and the kids I had watched then) and in bed, of
course (twice). When I went to sleep that night I decided that I had grown
out of my pajamas, although they actually still fit me perfectly. I have
never worn any since, except on the farm, but that story will be told a
little later. And I decided that if I wanted to keep my dick I'd have to go
a little slower on it from now on. By the time I finished my last time
before going to sleep I could barely stand the feeling of my fingers on my
boy tool, and I had to sleep on my back with my legs pulled up so the
blanket wouldn't touch it.

In the days following that memorable record, I was very careful when I
touched myself, and luckily my hormone level never got that high again. I
settled into a routine of two to three jack off sessions a day, sometimes
five when it was a weekend and no school. Don't get me wrong, ten times a
day is wonderful, I wouldn't have missed it for the world, but even a boy
in the prime of sexual discoveries can stand only so much. So that's the
way it was when we set off for the farm shortly after my twelfth birthday,
about four months later. I didn't want to go, but there was no way around
it since I couldn't stay at home alone and there was no other place for me
to go. By then my dick had grown a little. It finally filled my fist nicely
when I wrapped it around it, although it was still short enough to
disappear completely in my hand when I jacked off. My orgasms were still
dry, which was just as well since I was going to have to share a room with
my parents at the farm, which was also the reason for my wearing pajamas
again.

There were only a certain number of rooms available, and this year no one
was going to miss the gathering, there were even going to be some people I
didn't remember ever meeting before. One of my dad's cousins with his
family, who had moved back to our state earlier in the year and were
therefore entitled to join the festivities this year. That left only one
room available, and that traditionally went to the oldest of the offspring
present during any given year, which in that year was my cousin Bob, who
was sixteen. He was a nice enough guy, but we had never really gotten
together, the age difference was just too high. The night before we left I
enjoyed my last relaxed jack off, lying naked on my bed, enjoying the cool
breeze from the open window after the hot day, the air caressing my body
while my hand was doing the same to my dick. When I came I noticed that one
or two clear drops of liquid had appeared at the slit of my dick head. I
picked them up with my finger, rubbed the slippery stuff between my thumb
and forefinger and sniffed it curiously. It had only a slight smell, a
little pungent, but mostly sweet, and it dried on my fingers within
seconds. I went to sleep feeling a little anxious about what was happening
to me.

At the farm everything was as it had always been, the "new" family would
arrive a day later, so I knew everyone who was there, had to listen to a
dozen "My, have you grown!"s, and wondered what the hell I was going to do
all week. At night, lying in my fold-up bed in my parent's bedroom, feeling
uncomfortable in my pajamas I wasn't used to anymore, I found that I didn't
really have too much of an urge to jack off. I closed my hand around my
dick under the covers and inside my pajamas and started rubbing a little,
just out of habit. I found that if I moved my hand only half an inch up and
down on each stroke without moving any other part of my body the bed didn't
even creak. I did this for a few minutes, and when I felt my orgasm coming
I pressed a little harder, held my breath and let the climax pass,
shuddering just a little. Again I felt a few drops of liquid ooze out, and
I smeared them onto my belly, where they dried immediately, leaving just a
faint sticky stain, which I found when I took a shower next morning.

And then the "new" family members arrived, and HE with them. When the car
pulled up I was watching from the porch. I saw the rear door open and a
pair of tanned legs with sneakers underneath tan colored cargo shorts
appear, the sun reflecting off the very light dusting of golden hairs on
the legs. Then I saw the rest of him. Blond, freckled, wearing an olive
colored t-shirt which fell back against his lean teenage body when he
stretched luxuriously after stepping out of the car. He was taller than me,
probably a good year older (about to turn fourteen, as I learned later) but
still more in my league than Bob, and he was gorgeous. In all the confusion
of greetings and introductions I learned that his name was Jake, and we
looked at each other for a second while we shook hands. I blushed, feeling
I would drown in those blue eyes looking at me, and barely managed to
squeak "Hi, I'm Chris" before he was pushed inside the house by his parents
and my grandparents. I saw him again during dinner, but didn't get a chance
to speak to him again. Bob and he seemed to be getting on perfectly though,
I supposed they had met before. It took a lot more power of will that night
to keep the bed from creaking.

After breakfast the next morning Bob and Jake were on their way into the
back yard to toss a baseball around when Jake saw me and asked me if I
wanted to join them. Of course I didn't have to be asked twice, and over
the next few hours I found him to be a really nice guy in addition to being
extremely cute, while he probably thought me to be a clumsy little fool
since more than once I dropped the ball he threw at me because it took me
too long to drag my eyes from the graceful movements of his body as he
threw. During lunch I sat with my parents at one end of the long table set
up in the garden, while Jake and Bob sat at the other end, talking too
quietly for me to hear what they were saying. After dessert, when most
people were starting to leave the table, I saw Bob lean over to whisper
something into Jake's ear. Jake looked at Bob with a puzzled expression,
then I could practically see the light bulb turn on over his head as he
obviously understood what Bob was saying, and a mischievous grin spread
across his face that creased up his eyes and made him look even cooler than
usual. At that moment my mom said something to me about helping with the
dishes, and when I looked back at the other end of the table, Jake and Bob
had disappeared. After finishing my chores in the kitchen, I started
looking for the other guys. I thought maybe I could make them let me join
in whatever they were doing if I found them, by saying that I would
otherwise tell the adults about it. By the looks on their faces before they
disappeared they had to be up to something forbidden. I looked all over the
farm and garden, in the trees between the garden and the fields, even in
the stables, but I didn't find them. Finally I gave up and went to get a
book and spent the afternoon reading on the porch, feeling more than a
little jealous of Bob for being with Jake while I was left out.

When the two of them appeared for dinner they were flushed and excited,
talking and laughing, not taking the least notice of me. Later in bed,
after a rather subdued little orgasm, I wondered again what they had been
up to and felt more than a little frustrated at being left out. Also it
really started to get on my nerves that I had to sleep here with my
parents, never being able to find proper relief for my sexual energy,
which I couldn't take care of during the day either because there were
always so many people around, someone always knocking on the bathroom door
when I had just gone in or coming around a corner when I thought I had
finally found a private little spot for myself.

The next day went much like the one before, Jake and Bob putting up with me
before lunch, talking and grinning during lunch and trying to sneak off
right after. This time my grandmother got hold of them though and made them
help with the dishes. That gave me time enough so that I could follow them
when they finally left the kitchen. They headed straight for the fields
behind the back yard and walked down one side of the nearest field where a
row of trees separated it from the next one. I followed them, hiding behind
the trees, afraid that they might hear me or turn around and see me, but
they were so excited, talking, laughing and pushing each other around that
I could have walked right in front of them and they wouldn't have noticed.
They finally reached an old barn on the other side of the field and
disappeared into the dark. I crawled up to the door an peered around it,
unable to see anything because it was so dark inside. I could hear Jake and
Bob though, they were still laughing and talking. After a short time they
became quiet though, and I wondered what they were up to. By now my eyes
had gotten a little used to the dark and I looked around again, seeing that
the barn was practically empty and that Jake and Bob were nowhere in sight.

I slipped inside, stopping right away to listen. I heard a slight rustling
from above and found that there was a hayloft up there with a ladder
propped up in one corner of the barn. I knew they must be up there and
wondered if they were maybe smoking a joint or something, although I didn't
smell anything. I moved over to the ladder, and although I was afraid of
what they might do to me if they caught me, my curiosity and jealousy were
too strong to stop now. I crawled up the ladder slowly, hoping it wouldn't
creak, and carefully raised my head above the level of the hayloft floor.
What I saw there made me gasp and duck back down immediately. I stayed
still for a second, hoping they hadn't heard me, and then slowly looked over
the edge again. What I saw first were mainly two pairs of feet pointing at
me, but lifting myself up a few inches more I saw Jake and Bob lying back
on a loose pile of hay, both of them with their shorts around their ankles,
their heads thrown back and each one beating his meat furiously. They were
moaning slightly and seemed totally wrapped up in their ecstasy. At that
moment my fear got the better of me. I knew that if one of them opened his
eyes he couldn't help but see my staring head right at his feet.

I slipped quietly down the ladder and out of the barn, barely making it
into the trees on the other side, the side Jake and Bob wouldn't go to if
they all of a sudden decided to go back to the farm. Then it was all I
could do to shove down my own shorts and jack of furiously and brutally,
the frustration of the last few days exploding into a huge orgasm only
seconds later, which still only managed to produce a few drops and left me
more spent than satisfied. I crawled back along the barn, hearing Jake and
Bob laugh again inside, and once I had passed the barn I started running
until I reached the farm. That night in bed I felt more frustrated than
ever, knowing what they had together and I didn't. I vowed never to look at
them again. I didn't feel like jacking off and finally fell asleep.

I kept that vow until lunch, spending the morning with my grandmother
rather than with the boys, but after lunch my curiosity and my horny dick
got the better of me, and I ducked out of the garden before the table was
cleared, ran to the barn as fast as I could, climbed up the ladder and
looked for a place to hide. There was a stack of last year's hay bales in
one corner, just large enough for me to crouch behind it. I moved two of
the bales in the top layer a little apart so that I had a clear line of
view at the pile of lose hay and settled down to wait. Sure enough about
fifteen minutes later I heard Jake and Bob walk up to the barn and climb
up the ladder, laughing and horsing around like usual. I heard Jake
say "I bet I can beat you today, I haven't done it once yet today so I'm
aiming for three times at least now." Bob answered "I was only a little
weak yesterday, I usually do four times easily!" I could barely suppress a
laugh, thinking what they would say if I told them of my own record. By
then they had come into view and I saw Bob shove Jake over into the pile
of hay, dropping down next to him and looking over, saying "Well, what're
you waitin' for?" With that he lifted his hips and shoved down his cut-offs
and his boxers while Jake, grinning widely, did the same with his cargo
shorts. Bob's dick was already fully erect and seemed huge, at least seven
inches long and two and a half inches thick with a dark read head the size
of a ping pong ball. It was surrounded by thick black hair, which also
covered his ballsack and continued all the way down his legs, only shorter
and a little less thick. I had never noticed that he had so much hair on
his legs, but then he had never interested me that much to begin with.

Jake on the other hand... He was by now caressing his dick, which was also
rock hard, but much more - I don't know, elegant I guess. It was about six
and a half inches long and not quite two inches thick, the dickhead also
dark red but more of an elongated form, seeming to be more a fitting
extension to the shaft than something added on as an afterthought, like
Bob's. This peace of art was surrounded by the same kind of golden hair
that I had first noticed on his legs, the length of his pubic hair much
more in proportion, looking like a soft bed for his dick and his ballsack,
not like the wild growth in Bob's crotch. Jake was jacking off fast now, he
obviously meant to get down to business. He gripped his dick in his right
fist while he had pushed up his t-shirt with his left hand, exposing his
belly with a nicely defined baby sixpack and caressing his right nipple on
his very slightly bulging pecs with his left forefinger. By now I was
breathing heavily, gripping my own dick through my pants, not daring to
move for fear of being discovered. I looked over at Bob for a second, who
was working his huge tool furiously with his fist, head thrown back and
panting heavily.

Somehow this didn't really capture my attention, and so I soon forgot about
him as I watched Jake run his fist up and down his shaft fast but with a
determination not to let things get out of hand. He had also thrown his
head back and was moaning softly with every stroke. Suddenly I saw him grip
his dick tighter, lift his hips a little and stop his movements after the
next downstroke. When he moved his hand again I saw a long white string of
cum shoot from his dick, and another with the next stroke, and at least
three more after that, each hitting his chest and face accompanied by a
satisfied little grunt, before he settled back down, opened his eyes and
tenderly squeezed the last drops out of his dick onto his belly. He sighed
deeply, grinned and turned his head to look at Bob, all the while
absentmindedly massaging the cum into his chest and belly.

By now I was totally cramped up with the effort not to moan out loud. I was
biting down hard on the sides of my mouth, squeezing out little puffs of
breath and almost fainting with the effort. At this moment Bob gave a huge
grunt and I saw him shooting his load all over himself next to Jake. He
opened his eyes, took a deep breath and said "Ok, that's number one. Need a
rest or are you ready for round two?" "Ready whenever you are!" Jake said,
and looking at his dick, which was already rock hard and pointing at the
roof again, I saw that he meant what he said. This time they started their
jacking looking at each other, grinning and falling into a synchronous
rhythm. I was getting dizzy, and by the time they had gone too far to keep
up their steady rhythm and each one started shaking in his own
uncontrollable climax, I used the sound of their furious beating, moaning
and grunting to cover the sound I made turning over and lying down on my
back, my dick gripped tightly through my pants, willing myself not to move
or make any noise.

I heard their heavy breathing as they came out of their orgasms, and this
time Bob said "Ok, ok, give me a minute, will ya?" Jake answered "Take your
time, I mean to get as much out of this afternoon as I can." and could hear
the grin in his voice as well as the telltale slurping sounds of a dick
already slick with cum being worked deliberately again. At that point I
must have actually fainted with the heat and the excitement, I couldn't
possibly just have fallen asleep. The next thing I noticed was that Bob was
gone and that I was now lying in his place next to Jake. I looked over at
him and saw him smile at me with his gorgeous freckled face with the cute
nose and those incredible blue eyes. He said "I'm glad you're here, Bob
gave up after the fifth time, which was actually only the fourth for him,
but I still have a lot left and it's always good to have someone to share
it with. And with that he gripped his dick again and started his deliberate
stroking while I watched his hand move up and down, his belly lifting with
every breath and every stroke, the muscles moving under his tanned skin. I
gripped my own dick, which seemed to have grown to twice its size during
the last hour, and started my own jacking, matching him stroke for stroke.

When I saw him lift his hips again and stop his hand, his dick sticking out
of it, the dickhead shining like a red torch, I knew what was coming - or
rather cumming - and when I saw the first string of thick white stuff shoot
out and settle on his face and chest, I exploded in my own orgasm. I felt
my own cum shoot from my balls through my dick and out the slit, everything
around me went completely blank. I saw a searing white light, and I felt
the waves of the most incredible orgasm shoot through my whole body,
reaching my toes and running back up again, making the muscles in my belly
and chest contract almost painfully with every spasm, every stroke of my
hand on my dick and every shot of cum, and there seemed to be hundreds of
them.

When I finally opened my eyes I noticed that something was wrong. Jake was
gone, I was still behind the stack of bales, I definitely wasn't naked and
something was feeling decidedly strange about my clothes. Then I realized
that I had dreamt, but that the amount of cum I had shot in my dream was
almost matched by what had actually shot from my dick, for the very first
time in my young life. My dick, which, as I noticed while examining the
mess down there, was unfortunately still the same size it had been this
morning. My shorts were soaked through with a sticky stuff that gave off a
strangely fascinating smell. My feelings were going through a roller
coaster ride just then. I still glowed a little in the aftermath of the
most intensive orgasm of my life, still I was a little disappointed that I
hadn't been awake when it happened, especially since it had been the first
one with any "output" worth mentioning, and even more that Jake hadn't
really been there to cause it. And I was scared to death about what my
parents or any of the other family members would say when they saw me like
this.

I soon found out that Jake and Bob were in fact long gone, and I was very
glad that they hadn't stayed long enough to hear the racket I must have
undoubtedly made in my sleep. I slipped down the ladder, feeling somewhat
like a little kid that has wet himself, and walked out into the light of
the late afternoon. I didn't dare go back to the farm like this, so I
started walking in the opposite direction, hoping that maybe my clothes
would dry sufficiently to be able to get back without being noticed. At the
edge of one of the next fields I came upon a little stream and had an idea.
I looked around, saw that no one could possibly be near enough to see me,
and quickly took off my pants,  boxers and t-shirt, dipping them into the
water and rinsing the stains out of them as best I could. Then I put the
wet pants back on, shivering with the cold feeling on my body, and walked
back to the farm, carrying my boxers and my shirt. My mom looked at me when
I walked in and said "Where have you been? We've been looking for you for
hours." adding "And what ever has happened?" When she noticed my slightly
disheveled state and my wet clothes. I noticed Jake and Bob sitting at the
table, waiting for dinner, looking at me with big eyes, and knowing they
could hear me I said "Well , since Jake and Bob always run off on their own
after lunch, I thought I'd do the same. So I just started walking, and
after some time I sat down to get some rest and I must have fallen asleep,
and then when I woke up I realized how late it was and I hurried to get
back. And then when I tried to jump over this little stream out by the west
fields I somehow slipped and fell into it. So you see, nothing really
happened at all." My mother looked at me skeptically, said something like
"That nothing sure made a hell of a mess of you." and sent me upstairs to
get cleaned up and changed for dinner.

That night I didn't dare touch my dick, although I desperately wanted to
try that cool new trick of really cumming, but I wasn't sure how to handle
that stuff wearing my pajamas and sleeping in a bed next to my parents. The
next few days went by without much happening. I still couldn't get much
privacy, my mom made sure I didn't run off on my own again, and I didn't
think I could stand the tension of another secret afternoon in the loft
with Jake and Bob without jumping Jake as soon as he showed more than his
face. I didn't talk to him or Bob much for fear of not being able to hide
my feelings or keep my secret, I thought they must see right through me
whenever I looked at them and more often than not involuntarily shifted my
gaze down to the fronts of their pants, thinking of what I had seen that
afternoon.

Luckily the week was over soon and everyone started to leave. Amidst all
the farewells and goodbyes I managed to shake Jake's hand once again, but
looking into those baby blues I wasn't able to say anything coherent. He
just grinned at me as if we actually did share a secret and said "See ya!"
When we were finally home I pretended to be dead tired, and while my
parents went out to dinner I said I'd just make myself a sandwich and
finally ran up to my room, closed the door and with a great sigh of relief
ripped off my clothes, dropped to my bed and bathed in the luxury of
finally being able to be alone again, naked again for the first time since
we had left, not counting the showers at the farm, and just being able to
breathe freely again. It didn't take more than a few seconds for my dick to
start rising, and I put my right hand around it, pressing and releasing it
gently for a little time until it had reached its full size, still
disappearing completely in my fist though. I started rubbing my belly and
pecs softly with my other hand, for the first time noticing a little
definition of muscle shapes beneath the skin.

I sighed deeply at the luxury of finally being able to do this without
fear of discovery and soon had a nice rhythm going on my dick. I closed my
eyes and tried to remember as much of that incredible dream in the hay loft
as I could. I could almost feel Jake lying next to me, hear him breathe and
moan as he jacked himself off, and as if by an inspiration, I changed hands
on my dick, now using my left hand to stroke it which I had never done
before. Doing this I imagined the slightly unfamiliar hand on my dick to be
Jake's, softly jacking me to my climax. This thought brought me over the
edge almost immediately and I arched my back, my dick exploding, shooting
shot after shot of creamy boycum into my face, onto my chest and belly,
finally slowing down to a slight dribble which I pressed out, feeling
incredibly satisfied and fulfilled. After a few seconds I noticed the smell
of the stuff, strangely exciting, and I felt a drop of it run along the
side of my mouth, where it had landed earlier. Without thinking I stuck out
my tongue and licked it up, tasting that slightly salty wonderful taste of
my own cum for the first time. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself,
seeing the cum running down my sides and the little puddle that had
collected in my belly button. It seemed a waste to wipe it all of, and
besides, not being experienced in this kind of thing, I had nothing nearby
to wipe it off with. Again thinking of Jake and what I had seen him do in
the loft, I started rubbing all the cum that was left on my body into my
skin, enjoying the feeling of my hands moving through the slippery stuff on
my skin. When all the stuff had dried I felt quite sticky and must have
smelled rather heavily, but I loved it and just rolled over, finally
content and satisfied, and fell asleep.

That was two years ago. Now we were going back to the farm, and Jake was
going to be there this year. Last year I had been quite disappointed when I
learned that his parents had taken him to Europe for the summer. That had
meant that there were less people to put up, giving me the luxury of a room
to myself at least. That was definitely an advantage, since I had gotten
very used to having long and satisfying jack off sessions in my room, not
being able to do it as indiscriminately as before I started shooting cum.
Not that I minded much, the smell of the stuff, the taste of it and the
feeling of rubbing it into my body had gotten me addicted very quickly.

The thought of having to sleep in my parent's room again, wearing my
pajamas, or at least boxers and a t-shirt, since I had refused to let my
mom buy me new pajamas once I had grown out of the ones I had had back then,
was just too much. So I was glad for my own room, but with Jake not there
and Bob off to college I was now the only kid left there, and except for
one or two sessions up in the hay loft with just me, my dick and my
memories of what had happened there the year before, that week was probably
the most boring one I had had on that farm yet. Now this year was going to
be different. Jake's family was going to be there again, and Bob wouldn't
be! I was really nervous about meeting Jake again. I knew that he was the
one who was going to have the single room, being the oldest kid, but I
somehow knew that what might happen would make up for my having to sleep
with my parents again.

When we arrived at the farm I found out that Jake wasn't there yet but
would arrive with his parents later that day. I had to admit to myself that
I didn't really remember what he looked like. I knew that he was blond and
freckled and lean, but I couldn't really bring his face to my mind's eye
anymore. I remembered his "being" of course, I still imagined the feeling
of that dream from time to time when I jacked off. I wondered what he was
going to be like knowing that he'd probably changed quite a bit over the
last two years. I knew that I had. I had grown about eight inches in height
since he had last seen me, and about three and a half inches in length,
though he had not seen that part of me before. I was rather proud of the
way I looked now, nicely developing teen body, good definition to all the
right muscles, nice patch of pubic hair around a well sized dick - finally
- and a slight dusting down my legs and even slighter down my arms, mostly
golden now on my tanned skin at the end of summer. I was fourteen, older
even than Jake when I had first met him, although in my mind it still
seemed that he must have been a lot more mature then than I was now.

And then he arrived. Just like the first time I watched him get out of the
car, the same legs, just a little longer, with the same dusting of golden
hairs, only a bit thicker now. And the body as lean as ever, only something
like two inches taller than two years ago, about my size although he was
almost sixteen by now, he must have had his biggest growth spurt before we
met back then. And his face, also the same, but a lot more mature, most of
the cute roundness gone, replaced by something I could only describe as
beauty, topped by his blond hair, a lot shorter than before. And then, as
he walked up to the house, he saw me, looked me up and down, checking me
out actually, I thought, and that incredible grin spread over his face, and
coupled with his unchanged cute little nose he looked just as before, and
my stomach gave a leap. And just as before I barely managed to squeak out a
greeting when he shook my hand, lost again in those blue eyes. And then he
was gone again inside the house and I found myself standing on the porch
with my mouth hanging open and my hand still stuck out, glad to see that I
was alone and no one was calling ahead to the insane asylum.

It took until lunch the next day before we had the chance to speak to each
other again, with everyone exchanging news over dinner and making plans for
the day over breakfast the next morning. I had spent a resigned night in my
boxers and shirt, next to my parents on the same old fold-up, going to
sleep as fast as I could to avoid the need of explaining wet bedclothes in
the morning. Finally at lunch I managed to sit at the long table a little
away from my parents, and as I watched Jake walk up with the plate in his
hand I wondered if he would sit with me, no Bob being available. And he
did. He said "Hi there!" and slid onto the bench on the other side of the
table, almost directly across from me. He started eating and talking as if
we'd been the best of friends before, telling me about his school, his job,
asking about my life and just making me loose some of my nervousness.

At one point when I reached for something on the table I moved so that my
right leg touched his left leg. I stopped talking in mid sentence, feeling
as though I had touched a glowing iron with my leg. I pulled away
immediately, blushing deeply, but I couldn't help noticing the slight
tingling of the hairs on his leg touching mine and the spark of electricity
that I imagined flowing between us for that split second. He looked up, saw
my face glowing red, and that mischievous smile I had seen first when Bob
and he had planned their first hay loft session crossed his face, making me
blush even deeper. And then the most incredible thing happened as I felt
him deliberately pushing his leg back against mine. I tried instinctively
to pull mine away, but he just followed with his. So I just sat still and
looked at him, my eyes locked to his. He was saying something completely
innocent, telling me about his paper rounds, when he started moving his leg
back and forth against mine, his eyes sparkling at me. I didn't hear a word
he said, all I could feel was his leg against mine, the electricity now
definitely flowing, the slight movements of his leg sending chills through
my whole body. I suddenly realized that I was rock hard and expected any
second to hear the seams of my shorts burst with the pressure they were
getting from inside.

He must have had the same "problem", because when his father called out to
him to get going, they wanted to go into town, he started to get up,
immediately sitting back down, his turn to blush crimson now. He looked
down at himself, and I heard him squeeze out a suppressed "Shit!" between
his teeth. He looked up at me as if looking for help, his face still bright
red. Somehow that took away a little of my own embarrassment, and just to
tease him I pushed my leg against his again, looking into his face as
innocently as I could. Somewhere in my subconscious the words "cold shower"
appeared as the only generally accepted cure for our predicament, and from
the corner of my eye I saw the pitcher with the ice water on the table
between us. At that moment Jake's father called "Hey, what's keeping you so
long? You were the one that absolutely had to get to that internet caf
place today!" Jake looked over at his dad with a pained face and was about
to call something back, when I reached for the pitcher and, pretending to
miss the handle by a fraction of an inch, tipped it over, pouring about a
quart of ice water down Jake's front, saying with a slightly ironic
undertone "Oops, sorry!". He yelled "What the...!", jumped up, glowered at
me, then looked down at his t-shirt and shorts, soaked and clinging to his
body, displaying a very respectable bulge but no sign of the tent that had
so recently been there. He looked back at me, a wide grin spreading over
his face, and called over to his father "I'll be there in two minutes, I
have to go in and change, this little so and so just tried to drown me
right here at the table!" With that he turned back toward the house, giving
me one more grin and a wink. A few minutes later, while I was still wiping
the rest of the water off the table, he came back out, wearing fresh
clothes, and ran over to his father's car.

Dinner that evening was a little more crowded and both Jake and I were
constantly occupied by some aunt or other marveling over the wonders of
nature which made us grow up so fast and asking endless questions about our
oh so interesting lives as teenagers, so we didn't get to talk, but passing
me on my way up the stairs later on he stopped me for a second saying
"Thanks man, you saved my life back then. I owe you one." I grinned,
answering "As long as you don't pay me back in the same currency." before
continuing up the stairs so I had at least a few minutes on my own before
my parents also came to bed. All the time Jake watched me, and when I
looked back I saw his face crease up a little, as if he was trying to get
hold of an idea that was forming somewhere in his mind.

Next morning when I went down to breakfast Jake was still asleep, not
having to get up with his parents since he had his own room, and by the
time he came down I was already helping my grandfather do some work on an
old tractor behind the house. At lunch I couldn't get far enough away from
my parents to talk to him privately, but once as he walked by me he leaned
down and whispered "Do you remember where I used to go after lunch two
years ago? Meet me there in half an hour, if you feel like it". Again I
felt my face grow hot, and probably red too. He grinned and walked off,
leaving me to my duties of clearing the table today. Of course I knew
perfectly well where he used to go after lunch back then, and with whom and
to do what, but how did he know that I knew? And did he know how much I
really knew? Only one way to find out, though. So after I was done in the
kitchen, I went over to the row of trees that led toward the old barn. My
mother saw me leave and more as a joke called after me "Don't start falling
into streams again!", reminding me even more vividly of that day back then
when I had finally grown into one of my favorite bodily functions.

I reached the barn in a few minutes, excited at the prospects of what might
happen now, but also a little scared of it. I had no experience of any kind
with another guy, nor a girl either, of course, and I thought that by now
Jake was probably used to a lot more than what he had done with Bob. I
found the ladder where it had always been, and the hayloft stacked with
fresh hay. As I reached the top of the ladder I saw Jake sitting on a bale
of hay, looking gorgeous as ever, his bare lower legs and arms well tanned,
the rest of his body just hinted at by the way his clothes were clinging to
it, and his beautiful face smiling openly at me as I climbed up to him. "So
it was you in here that afternoon?" he said, grinning at me. "I thought I
heard something and I somehow knew someone was watching us, but I didn't
want to interrupt what I was doing. Also I thought that Bob might be less
than pleased to find that we were not alone. And when you came back to the
farm later that day, telling your mom about how we wouldn't take you with
us and walking to the west fields, I thought it must have been you up here.
I guess you saw everything we did? And you liked what you saw?"

I looked down at him, swallowed and said "I sure liked what I saw of you.
You can't imagine how hard it was to keep still. I actually fainted after a
little while. When I woke up you guys were gone." "Yeah, after I beat Bob
five to four and he found he wasn't able to catch up he was in a hurry to
leave, and by that time I'd forgotten all about what I'd thought I'd heard.
If you were sleeping at that time that explains why I didn't hear anything
more." I started grinning and said "If you'd stayed a little longer you
would probably have heard something, with the dream I had then and the
state I was in when I woke up. You don't think I actually fell into that
stream, do you? Although by the way I acted when we tossed that baseball
around you probably thought I was a clumsy klutz." At the thought of what
had caused that clumsiness I blushed again as I looked at Jake, and I knew
that if I had met him for the first time today I would have acted just as
clumsily again. He was just too stunning to look at anything other than
him. He grinned and said "Yeah, you acted a little funny, but I thought
well, he's just a little kid, who knows what's going on in his head. I
guess you weren't that little anymore, were you? And then when I saw you
again the day before yesterday..." Now he was blushing again.

Then he got up and said "Why don't you tell me about that dream you had
back then?" and still blushing he reached for my hand and walked over to
the pile of loose hay, which was there again like it had been all the
years. We lay down next to each other, and looking over at him I said
"Well, I dreamed I was right here with you just like this, and you were
doing what you had been doing with Bob, and so was I..." He looked at me,
licked his lips and saying "Like this?" he lifted his hips, pushing down
his shorts and boxers, letting his dick spring free to point up at the
roof. I swallowed hard, seeing that it had gotten even more beautiful,
maybe half an inch longer than before, also a little thicker, but still
perfectly proportioned, his ballsack still nestled in that bed of golden
hairs. He grabbed his beautiful boy tool with his right hand, starting a
slow jacking, and looked back at me saying "And you were..." "Oh,.." I
cleared my throat and then finally opened my own fly, shoving my shorts
down and kicking them off all the way. I just looked at Jake as I grabbed
my own dick, just a little shorter than his, but slightly thicker, I
thought. I saw him look down at me, lick his lips again, and then his eyes
moved back to mine and he softly said "Let's go."

We started really jacking off then, our eyes locked. I saw my reflection in
his blue eyes, and saw his movements with my peripheral vision, his rhythm
and mine absolutely identical. I saw his gaze grow more distant, though
still staring deep into my soul, as he neared his climax, just as I was
reaching mine. I felt my orgasm coming, a dream coming true, lying here
with Jake, and finally I saw him do it again, lifting his hips, stopping
his movements for a second, and when he started them again and his cum
started hitting his face I heard him softly calling "Oh Chris!" That
brought me over the edge too, and I had to close my eyes as my own orgasm
rocked my whole body from toe to head and back, my dick jerking wildly in
my hand as I felt the cum rushing through it and hitting me everywhere
between face and crotch. When I had calmed down a little and opened my eyes
I saw Jake looking at me, again almost absentmindedly rubbing his cum all
over his body. He just grinned at me, not saying anything. I took a deep
breath and then asked "Well, do you want to start a contest like you did
with Bob? I once did ten times in one day, you know." He looked at me for a
second and then said "No, that thing with Bob was just pure sex. He dared
me to do it the first time, and he wouldn't admit to it now under any
circumstances. I just went along because it was the only way of getting my
rocks off with another guy back then."

Again he looked at me for a few seconds, then he turned onto his side,
moved closer to me, reached one hand over and put it on my belly, slowly
beginning to massage my own cum into my skin. He looked into my eyes again
and said "Tell me if I'm wrong, but what we started here today seems to
have a little more meaning than that, and we have at least five more days
to get to know each other better. I don't want this to be just about who
can do it faster or more often." His words made me shiver almost as much as
the movements of his hand on my body. I tried to say something but couldn't
find my voice. So I just turned toward him, reached out and pulled us
together, our cocks mashing against each other, our bodies touching, the
still wet cum slippery between them. All I managed to say was "Jake!" and
then I felt his mouth on mine, his tongue on my lips, and I opened up to
him, not only my mouth, but my whole being and my whole life.

We lay like that for ever, kissing, touching, eventually talking. Finally
Jake said "We'd better get back or they'll think you pulled me into a
stream with you and we both drowned." I laughed out loud, but knew he was
right, so we reluctantly moved apart, which wasn't that easy to do with all
the dried cum that was sticking like glue between our bodies. With a lot of
teasing and giggling we finally got dressed and climbed down the ladder to
go back to the farm. When we got there Jake said, "I think I can make you
sleep a lot better tonight, wait a second." With that he went into the
kitchen where my grandmother was preparing dinner. He came back out
grinning and said "I think I'll have a surprise for you after dinner."

Dinner was spent sitting with our respective families, but I at least
didn't hear a word that was said, too busy looking over at Jake and finding
he was doing the same thing with me. Some time later, when people started
going to bed, Jake said to me "I'm pretty tired after this eventful day,
aren't you?" I said "Well yeah, I guess." "So why don't we go to bed
then?" he asked, putting a little too much emphasis on the "we". "What do
you mean?" I asked. He started grinning like crazy and said "Well, I talked
to your grandma earlier saying that as we spent so much time together and
your parents probably being glad about a little privacy and there being
such a big bed in my room, why didn't you sleep in there with me. We could
sleep as long as we wanted, this being the end of vacation and all, and we
wouldn't disturb anyone if we wanted to talk late into the night. And she
thought that was really a great idea, and so thoughtful of me..." By this
time he was almost laughing out loud, and I couldn't believe my ears. "So
why don't you go tell your parents about it, and then WE can finally get
some rest!" he added. I turned on my heel, ran to my parents, trying not to
show my excitement. They agreed immediately, seeming actually relieved to
have my out of their room as well, which was understandable, I thought. I
ran up the stairs, got my stuff from my parents room and went into Jake's
room, which I knew well from having slept there the year before. Jake was
lying on the bed covers in just his boxers, showing me again his gorgeous
teenage body, the boxers already beginning to form a tent again, and I
turned around, closing and locking the door, feeling my own tent growing
rapidly. This was definitely going to be the first time I completely
enjoyed my time on the farm, I thought as I turned back and walked toward
OUR bed.

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There you go, who knows what can happen next...
Maybe I'll tell you about it...

Those of you who read "Miracle Pond" may still be waiting for a new
development to that story, and I promise there will be one, but after such
a long time where I just couldn't bring myself to write, I sort of needed
another "first time experience" :-)

Be with you soon!

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