Date: Sat, 21 May 2022 13:40:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Down on the Farm - Chapter One This is a story about two best friends, separated when they were six years old when one family moved from Arkansas to Washington state for work. Now ten years later, circumstances are reunited the boys back in Arkansas for the summer. The boys are very different that they were ten years ago and those differences manifest themselves in some uncomfortable ways. There is not a lot of sex in this first chapter but it sets the stage for what is to follow. No offense is intended to the citizens of Arkansas by the way the country boys are portrayed. While the majority of the state is rural, Arkansas did produce one of the successful Presidents of the United States. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Down on the Farm Chapter One This was my first time flying in a commercial jetliner, hell, my first time flying at all unless you count the time my bicycle hit a pothole and I flew over the handlebars. I was giddy from the time we got to the airport until our plane landed in Virginia. My dad is an aerospace engineer for Boeing Aircraft in Washington. Most of his work at the plant was proprietary and he couldn't talk about specific projects he worked on but he did teach all about airplanes and flight systems in use today. We got to the airport early and checked in through the employee entrance. We were allowed early boarding and my dad took me into the cockpit to meet the flight crew. Not something just anybody gets to do these days with all the heightened security. They were about to start their preflight checklist but the pilot turned to us to chat for a few minutes while the co-pilot adjusted a know on the instrument panel. "Setting the airport altitude so the auto pilot on board is in sync with our position? I asked. "Yes I am, how did you know that?" he replied. "My dad probably design this flying tin can and has taught me all about it." I boasted like only a cocky 16-year-old nerd could. "You better hope he did a good job if you want to get to Arkansas in one piece the pilot answered me. "Some like this one but not this particular one, son, so I think we'll be safe," my dad joked. "So what do I do next, young man?" the copilot questioned me. "Next set the GPS coordinates for the auto pilot, then check the electrical systems and the rest of the gauge read outs to look for any abnormalities," I said using a more toned down voice without the attitude. The pilot turned to his co-pilot, "Hey Bill, if you want to sit in the back, I think this young man can take your place on this flight," ribbing his cohort. "Then I think we would have a problem getting to Arkansas safely. He knows a lot but he is a little shy on flight hours to sit up here." My dad told then as he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me out of the cockpit. "Thanks for letting us visit." "Anytime. It's always a pleasure to meet an up and coming aviation fan." We found our seats and buckled in for our three-hour flight across the Rockies to Arkansas where my best friend Paul lived. We had lived there up until the time I was six and then moved to Washington when my dad got the job with Boeing. I hadn't seen him since then. I really missed Paul. We were inseparable growing up. Playing at my house or his, sleepovers, great adventures exploring in the woods and fields around his farm. Now I was going to get to spend the summer with him while my dad flew on to Virginia to help set up the new Boeing headquarters there. This assignment was a big career boost for him and he knew there would be little spare time to spend with me. I didn't mind, I'd have a whole summer to spend with Paul, just like old times. Well, old times ten years later. I'm Jimmy St. Charles and my dad, Roger, were close. Mom had passed after a long battle with cancer. I became very introverted right after she passed. Dad and I leaned on each other for support and that's when he got me so involved in his work. I always was a bit of a computer geek but now I didn't want to deal with everyone's sympathy and half-baked concern for us. My dad was a brilliant engineer but was so successful because he could think outside the box. Whenever his department hit on a problem they couldn't solve, they had a saying using a play on his name. "Roger that" was often heard in the engineering department and my dad got the problem dumped on his lap. He would tell me about it at home at night if he could and I would throw back ideas at him. Then he would explain why my idea wouldn't be feasible or someone had already came up with that. Often however, our brainstorming sessions would give him an idea to spitball with his colleagues the next day at work. And voila, a solution was found. I excelled in school, 4.0 GPA, but wasn't so much on the social scene. Girls were giggly and goofy, guys were dumb or macho, and the guys who played sports were so in love with themselves there was no room for anyone else in their world. Except for the giggly girls, of course. My dad would take me to the fitness center at the plant twice a week so we could both work out. "It takes a fit body to carry around a fit mind" he would always say. Having hit puberty, I had bulked up nicely and was in prime condition, for a nerd that is. I also had the raging hormone thing going on. The unwelcome and untimely boners were becoming a problem while at school. If I were in with any of the social cliches in school, my friends would have laughed it off because they were all going through it too. But a loner geek with a hardon would be a sure sign of a closet gay with no friends to hang with but his stiff meat? I develop coping strategies, thinking outside the box. Or rather, outside my pants. Whenever the potentially embarrassing bulge in my pants sprung to life I would think about my grandmother back in Arkansas who would always gives us kisses on the cheek when she visited. But instead of a kiss on the cheek, I would envision a full on mouth open, tongue invading make out session. Good bye stiffy. English class was particularly difficult. I sat right next to Lindsey, the Looker. And was she ever? She had hit puberty long before any of the guys had and she had a set of boobs on here that would feed triplets when she had kids. Blond, blue eyes, and a smile that would melt icebergs. Every now and then she would catch me staring at her and she would just smile back and go back to her work. The fact that she didn't scream out in disgust that the nerd next to her was perving on her brought instant fantasies of our life together, along with the accompanying boner. After a few minutes of a blissful sex filled marriage with the, I would look up to the front of the room and replace Lindsey in my fantasy with Miss Hawthorne, the frumpy spinster 68 year old English teacher. The vision of her laying in bed naked waiting for me to make love to her, her saggy boobs flopped to her side and laying in her arm pit, her legs spread eagle showing her gray pubic hair sparsely covering her pussy that was so dried up it made the Sahara Dessert look water logged, was enough to make my cock shrivel up so fast it almost hurt when it recoiled back into my crotch. As we rolled down the runway, I mimicked the pilot's actions, calling out ground speeds as we picked up momentum. "100, 115, 125, 140, rotate" I said just as the front wheels of the plane lifted off. "Don't forget to retract the landing gear," my dad reminded me. "Not until we reach 1500 ft, don't want to get caught with our wheels up if we have to abort." My dad just smiled and sat back to enjoy the flight, knowing I had everything under control from my seat in first class. As we approached Little Rock airport I began to call out the landing sequence to him until we had landed and taxied to the terminal. "We have to get you off the plane, so I think the flight crew can handle it from here," he joked with me. As we went out the cabin door, I looked at the flight attendant that was saying good bye to us all, "Tell the captain he did a good job. I approve of his performance." She looked at me with a quirky smile. "Tell the captain the cocky kid who was going to co-pilot for him says goodbye," my dad told her. We got my luggage and met Paul's mom and dad. I was disappointed that Paul hadn't come to meet me but I'd see him soon enough. My dad said good bye and went back to the gate to resume his flight to Virginia. As Pail's dad drove to my home for the next eight weeks, I anxiously looked out the window to spot things I recognized from when I lived here. Most places change so much in ten years, but not this place. It was like I never left. We got home and out came a tall lanky boy, a little taller than me, but my age. Holy hell, is this Paul? I hadn't seen him since we were six so I suppose that was the picture I had in my mind of him. He walked down the driveway in a pair of cut off denim bib overalls, cut really short and shirtless. "Holy fuck! Is that you Jimmy?" "Language, Paul," his mother reminded him. "Hell yeah, mama, but look at him. He was just a puny little runt that last time I saw him. Now he is all growed up." Paul exclaimed. I put my hand out to shake his hand as I greeted him. "You're not the little pain in the ass that used to follow me around all the time either. You're even taller than me now," I replied back to him. Instead of a handshake, Paul pulled me to him and gave me a chest-crushing hug. "Bring it in, you poor excuse for a country boy. You look sickly white but other than that in pretty good shape. Come on in and let me show you were you be living for the next while," as he put my arm around my shoulder and pulled me toward the house. "Let me get my bags first." "Don't worry about them none, pa and mama can git them," he replied as he continued to pull me. "No that's not right I have to pull my own weight here, I'm family, not a guest." I stopped in my tracks. "Oh, alright, disrespect pa and mama's hospitality and git your own bags then. I'll meet you up stairs. I couldn't believe how rude his was to his parents. The language and the attitude? Definitely had me wondering what the summer would be like here. I caught up with Paul as he was climbing the stairs. His cut offs were so short his ass cheeks were hanging out as he flexed his legs going up to the next stair. He got to the top of the stairs and turned back to face me, sporting a big bulge in front that showed the outline of a sizeable cock. Must be going commando. "Glad to see you could keep up. Hope you keep that attitude all summer. Our bedroom is this way." Last time I was in this house they had a guestroom, where I assumed I would be staying. But it had been turned into a sewing room for Paul's mom. She was making some extra money on the side sewing clothes for people. We entered Paul's room and he waved his arm in a sweeping motion. "Here's our palace. Make yourself comfortable and git out of them city clothes," he told me. "I'll get unpacked. Where should I put my clothes?" "Leave them in your suit cases or just dump them on the floor on your side of the bed. The chest of draws I had busted a few years back and ain't seen no need to replace it. I can look through the pile quicker than opening every draw. Sides, this is what I usually wear all summer. Comfortable and cool." When he mentioned the bed, I looked and saw there was one double bed in the room. "Ok. Where do I sleep? On the floor as well?" starting to get an attitude. "No, dummy, you have that side of the bed, I have this side. Just like we usta when we had sleepovers," Paul replied also getting an attitude. "We were younger then, I'm not sure if this will work now," I cautioned. "It's a big bed. Your attitude may be too big for your britches but your body ain't too big for me and my bed. Get changed and let me show you around," as he walked out of the room. I decided to leave my clothes in my bag in case I had to make a quick escape. Not likely but the thought gave me some comfort. I changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and went down stairs. Paul had already gone outside and his parents were sitting in the kitchen. "We sorry about Paul's attitude. There has been a big change in him in the last few years. Not a good change either. We just don't know how to handle him anymore. We've tried everything we can think of but nothing works. Maybe you can be a good influence on him while you're here," Paul's mom, Sally, apologized. "If you haven't been able to deal with him, I doubt I'll have any luck. But I'll try." I went out in the barn to find Paul. He was pushing a wheel barrel to the back of the barn. "Anything I can do?" I offered. "I thought you were going to change your clothes. You just went from one set of city boy clothes to another," he huffed at me. "I'll give you some of my clothes so you can look like you belong here and not embarrass me." Embarrass him? I thought Paul and I were still good friends. That ship has sailed. I'll have to start all over and try and rekindle what we had before. "What you see is what you get. So, anything I can do to help?" I repeated. "You don't know shit about shit so how the hell are you gonna help me?" "I know that's wheel barrel full of horse shit." "See what I mean, you don't know shit. That there is cow shit!" Paul yelled at me. "So you going to have to teach me shit then. Now I know cow shit," I stood my ground. "Oh, I'll teach you shit, shit you don't even know you wanna learn about. But you'll learn it good," he replied with a smile, an evil smile. "Here push this outside and dump it in the pile, go way up on top and don't spill it for you git there." The load in the wheel barrel stunk so badly I almost puked. I barely made it to the top of the shit pile when I lost my balance and fell off the side, the load of shit going all over me. Paul was watching me and laughed a belly laugh. "That's your first shit lesson. Don't let it fall on you. Come on to the side of the barn and I'll help you clean off." I picked myself up, leaving my pride in the shit pile buried under the load of fresh disgusting cow manure. As soon as I rounded the corner, I was hit by a blast of water from the hose. "What the fuck!" I yelled. "Ain't no way mama gonna let you in the house like that so I'm just helpin souse you can go in and change," he reasoned. The water was cold but it didn't matter, I kept turning around so he could spray every inch of me. He shut off the water but I still had the stench on me. "Thanks. Now I need a hot shower and lot of soap." "Nope, we only git one bath a week and that's not til Saturday. Go in the barn and take your clothes off and dry off with some handfuls of hay. That'll take some of the smell of ya and I'll go git you some dry clothes," as he headed off to the house. Bathe once a week? I can't put up with this. I'm used a shower every morning and another one after dad and I work out. I'll have to talk to Sally later about this. Meanwhile I dried off using hand full of hay. I don't know if it really removed any of the stench but it sure as hell did scrape off a few layers of skin. Paul came back and threw me some clothes. Or should I say an outfit from his expansive wardrobe. Another pair of cutoff bib overalls, cut short like his. They were also a size smaller and the inseam pulled up into my crotch, making my cock and balls bulge obscenely against my left leg. This would never do. "Is this all you have?" I protested. "You're lucky I gave you my extra pair. Now I ain't got nottin to wear if I git this pair soiled before Wednesday." "Is that laundry day?" hoping I wouldn't have to wear these any longer than necessary. "No, dumb ass, Wednesday is water hole day. We finish our chores early so we can mosey down to the water hole and go swimming. Me and my buddies meet up there every week." My shoes were soaked so I had to go barefoot, back up the manure pile to retrieve the wheel barrel. I figured it might be easier to cut my feet off than try and clean the shit out from between my toes. Dad, come rescue me from this hillbilly hell!! I finished the day with as much resolve as I could muster. By suppertime I was tired, hungry and had sunburn on my shoulders and back that Paul's obscene overalls didn't cover. I walked into the house for supper and plopped down in a chair at the table. "Lordy, boy, you stink!" Sally declared as she looked at me with a silly grin and held her nose. "I don't what's worse, your choice of clothes of your smell. You need a bath before you sit at my supper table." "Paul told me I couldn't take a bath until Saturday but I could wash up at the water hole on Wednesday," I filled her in. "You'll be mighty hungry by then cause like I said, you ain't eating at my table with that smell. Nobody will be able to eat and hold it down .Now go wash up. We can spare the extra water this one time." The well for the farm was not yielding as much water as normal so water for all but the animals and cooking was rationed. I went upstairs and into the bathroom. I got out of Paul's skimpy shorts and stood in the tub. I was not going to take a full bath, but what was commonly referred to as a sponge bath. You wet down, soap up and then sponge off the soap, all using very little water. After I cleaned up and dried off I went to our room and got some of my clothes and dressed for supper. After a good supper and some chatting with Sally and Paul's father, Vince, to catch up on things, I went upstairs to get my phone and call my dad. I really wanted to tell him how horrible it was here but I didn't want to burden him with all the pressure he had at work. We talked for a while then said our good byes. Paul came into the room and got undressed and into his side of the bed, stark naked. "Don't you wear anything to bed?" I asked him. "Hell no, just my birfday suit. Don't tell me you wear clothes to bed? Just to sleep in? You're weird fucker, that's for sure." "Paul what happened to you? You used to be such a smart kid." "Nothin happened to me. What the hell happened to you? You used to be a fun mother fucca but now you're as stuck up and up tight as any city boy I've ever knowd," he shot back. "I guess I grew up and you just got older. Good night." "Good night. Be up early in the morning so we can get our chores done before it gets too hot," he cautioned me. I rolled on my side, facing away from him and far enough away so as to not make contact with his naked body. His body odor was starting to waft to my side of the bed. "You know, Paul, I could show you how to take a sponge bath so you wouldn't have to wait until water hole Wednesday or a Saturday bath to get rid of some of your body odor." "You tryin to say I stink? At least I don't stink like cow shit," as he started to laugh. No sense in trying to pursuit this so I'll just breathe through my mouth. Then I felt the bed shake a little. Then some more. The sound of the covers rustling clued me to what was going on. "Are you jerking off?" I came right out and asked him. "Hell yeah, the only way to get a good night's sleep. Jerk off thinkin about something sexy and it's as good as having someone in bed with you. Hey, wait a minute, I have someone in bed with me. Jerk with me, you'll sleep better," as he reached over my body and grabbed my crotch. I slapped his hand away from me and told him to leave me alone. "Suit yourself, but you'll wake up horny," as his stroking got more pronounced. I heard his groan and then he stopped moving as he shot his load of cum, who the hell know's where. Probably all over himself and then let it dry on him as he went to sleep. I let down my guard and inhaled through my nose. Instead of his rank body odor, the smell of his salty cum has filled my nostrils. It was a familiar smell but always after I had satisfied myself when I was alone. I was not your typical horny teenager, jerking my cock at every occasion I could. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the satisfaction of a long slow jerk culminating in an explosive climax. But I was so busy with schoolwork and other than Lindsey, not interacting with many of my peers to keep me in a steady state of arousal. Once every week or two was enough for me. But the smell of Paul's cum set something off in me. I could feel my cock stiffening up and eventually leaking a little precum. I thought about Lindsey but then my mind drifted to the sight of Paul's ass cheeks hanging out of his shorts as he climber the stairs. The outline of his cock in the front of his shorts made me wonder how big it grew when he was just stoking it, right next to me. I had to get some relief or Paul would be right, I'd be horny in the morning. Or worse yet, have a wet dream. I quietly slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Vince had just come from there and had left a nauseating smell behind. I couldn't stay in here. I sneaked downstairs and out the back door, closing the screen door with care. I walked across to the bench by the garden, pulling my underwear down as I sat. The moon was full and gave me plenty of light to see my cock as I stroked it with long slow deliberate motions. I changed my grip from just my forefinger and thumb to a full fist wrapped around my boner. My other hand cupped my balls so they wouldn't slap against me as I got faster and more aggressive with my strokes. It wasn't long before I felt myself building to the inevitable and shot my cum out like never at home, splattering on the grass. I sat getting my breath to slow down so I could go back in the house and back to bed. A slight breeze came up and blew the sweet smell of my cum back in my face. I smiled with satisfaction but my mind jumped from my stroke session to the smell of Paul's cum as he shot off in bed next to me. I felt my cock starting to grow again so I had to use my diversion tactic and this time thought about the shit pile and my run in with the cow manure. Worked wonders. Softened up right away and I was able to go back to bed. The next morning I woke up and my suitcases were missing. "Where are my clothes?" I asked Paul. "There right there," pointing to his shorts he gave me yesterday. "I'm not wearing those things again. I want my regular clothes back, now!" "It's either them shorts or you go neckid. Mamma and pa have gone to town for the day so you could go neckid, nobody but me and you around all day," he grinned. "Fuck you, I'll wear these damn shorts but I want my clothes back by the end of the day." "What ever. Let's go, we have to get breakfast and then feed the animals." "You know, you didn't have to go outside to do that last night. You could have done it with me right here in bed and be comfy," he said referring to my outdoor stroke session. "I just went out for some fresh air, nothing more," I lied. "Haha, I could have given you all the fresh air you needed, if that's what you city boys call what you did." I hope he's not trying to put some moves on me. It would have been one thing to explore and play with each other when we were six years old, but that ship has sailed. At least for me it has. I'll just have to be on my guard and see what he has I mind. I went down the stairs first while Paul went back to get something in the room. He followed me down and remarked, "Damn, you fill out those shorts even better than I do when I wears them. You got a pretty hard body for a city boy." I just ignored his comment and hurried to eat the breakfast Sally had laid out for her before they left. Heading out the door to the barn, Paul slapped my ass hard. "Let's enjoy the day together, city boy." "Fuck you bumpkin, I'm not enjoying much around here." I snarled back at him. "Don't worry none, it grows on ya, like moss on a tree," laughing at his own wit. We went about feeding the animals, cleaning their pens, weeding the small garden and picking the vegetables that were ripe. All morning Paul kept looking at me, my ass and crotch in particular, and smiling. I glanced at his bulge occasionally and noticed it was more pronounced than usual. I was hoping he wasn't thinking of me as more ripe fruit that needed picking. After lunch we fixed some fencing and other repair jobs around the farm. Sally and Vince got back just in time to make supper. Paul and I came in to eat and Sally greeted me. . "Your wardrobe don't look much better than yesterday but at least you don't smell like cow crap. Just regular old body odor, just like Paul. Guess that means he's been working you hard all day." "Ya mamma, it was hard most of the day," he said smiling in my direction. "I'm not sure how you washed up last night without using much water, but you sure smelled better when you were done. Maybe you could do that again tonight?" she asked. I took the hint and ran upstairs for another sponge bath. Supper was more subdued tonight, the adults being tired from being in town all days running errands and me being tired from my first full day of chores. I had envisioned my stay here to be fun with Paul, exploring the woods again, going fishing, things we used to enjoy. Certainly not working like a common hired hand. Paul and I turned in early. I looked for my underwear that I had worn to bed last night but they were nowhere to be found. "Shit Paul, did you take my underwear too?" I barked at him. "Got no idea what you're talking bout, but if you cant find 'em I guess you're gonna have to sleep neckid, like me," he grinned as he stripped and got into bed. I wasn't going to sleep in these skimpy shorts I had worked in all day. I resigned myself to sleeping naked or at least getting into bed naked if there was any way I could get relaxed enough to sleep. But sleep I did. Paul's jerking off was rocking the bed and put me to sleep quickly. "Hey Jimmy, you want to join me tonight," as his offer fell on sleeping ears. The next day was water hole Wednesday. Paul got us up early to get the chores done so we could take the afternoon off. Again I was stuck wearing these stupid ass bib shorts, two sizes too small for me. After a hurried lunch, Paul got a four wheeler out of the shed behind the barn. He told me to get on and hang on to him as the ride would be bumpy. I hadn't even put my ass on the seat before he roared off down the trail leading away from the farm. Bumpy was an understatement. It was more like riding a bucking bronc that was determined to get me off. My ass was in the air more than it was making contact with the torn leather seat. Slowing the machine I looked over his shoulder and saw two other four wheelers, newer and in much better shape than Paul's, parked on the banks of a small pond. "Oh hell, I was hoping I'd beat Jed and Stan here today. I hates it when they gits here before me." "Who are Jed and Stan?" I asked, thinking it was just the two of us going to be here. I didn't want to parade around in front of strangers in my short shorts. "Jist a couple of friends. There is older than us but you'll like them. They're good guys." We parked an walked over to the end of the pond where two guys, probably 18 or 19 years old, sat passing a cigarette between them. One of those funny home made one that you inhale more than you exhale. "Hey fuck face, who's the twin with you?" one of them asked as he looked at me. Oh hell, we are dressed alike. But the likeness stops there. I'm nothing like the Paul of today. "This be my friend, CB. Here's gonna be staying wiff me for a few weeks or so. I brought him to go swimming with us." "Well CB, welcome to the watering hole. Can you swim?" "Yes, I can swim! And the name is Jimmy" I said defiantly. I had only just met them and was already pissed off at their attitude. What was with this 'CB' crap I asked myself. "Then let's get in the water, CB, and have some fun." As hey stood up and stripped off their clothes. "Come on CB, get your shorts off if you're going in the water, You ain't ridin home on my seat with a wet ass." Paul followed suit and pulled off his clothes. I've been naked with other naked guys at the health club and the gym in school so that was no big deal. But something about getting naked in front of the three of these guys make me hesitate. It was the first time I had actually seen Paul naked since I arrived. He had a massive uncut cock, chubbing up to about 6 or 7 inches. His two friends were sporting cocks that were full on boners at 8 inches on one and a little over 8 on the other. Jed was cut, Stan was uncut Paul pulled his a few times and it grew to also be in the 8 plus range, the mushroom head swelling up in all it's glory, his foreskin rolled back behind it. Seeing these big country cocks not only had me intimidated a little but also was making me chub up for some reason. I shouldn't have been embarrassed because clearly they weren't self conscious of getting hard with just a group of guys. Maybe they were all gay and this was a trap to get me alone in the woods? "Come on CB, git them clothes off or we gonna come over there and take them off fur ya." Paul warned me. I didn't want them pawing at my body so I wiggled out of the shorts and dropped them to the ground. I covered my privates to hide my growing cock and walked over to where they were standing. They all jumped in the water, leaving me standing alone on the bank. "You're out in the woods, CB, let that thing loose and give it some country air," Jed told me. "What's the matter, ain't you never been swimming before?" "Plenty of times, but never naked with a group of guys," my cock growing to its full 7 inches as I stood there. "Shit, CB, don't fuck around. Jump in here or we'll send Paul to drag you in," Stan smiled at me. "I'll git him, don't worry," as Paul scrambled to get out of the water and come after me. I was not going to let that happen so I ran around him as he lunged at me and dove in the water headfirst. I swam underwater a good fifty feet from them before coming to the surface. "See it ain't so bad, is it CB?" "No, it's nice in here." I replied while keeping my eye on them. We all swam around a little, not moving too far, mostly treading water and splashing each other. I let my guard down and soon realized they had slowly maneuvered so they had me surrounded. "Let's git the new guy!" Paul shouted and the all came swimming after me. My crazy mode kicked in and I envisioned being found dead, drowned in the watering hole, with bubbles coming out of my mouth like the voice clouds in cartoons. As each bubble burst my voice was released and yelled 'Rape, Rape!'. I know, stupid. But I panicked not knowing what was going to happen. They grabbed me and dunked me under water. I came to the surface and they were splashing me, then another dunking. I soon realized I was in no danger. This was just normal fooling around. As we wrestled and I got dunked and tried to dunk them, there was a lot of incidental touching of our naked bodies and stiff cocks. I could have sworn that there was also some intended groping every now and then. But nothing too overt. After about a half-hour we all got out and lay on the bank to dry off in the sun. I was starting to relax by now. "You did good, CB. We thought you might have drown when we dunked ya," Stan laughed. "What's with the CB thing. I told you my name is Jimmy." "CB stands for City Boy. Cause you sure ain't a Country Boy," Paul explained. "So if I was a Country Boy would you call me CB?" They all looked at each other with a blank look like I had just told the them the names of the 11 secret herbs and spices in Kentucky Fried Chicken. "Paul, you dumb mother fucker, what the hell were you thinkin?" Jed hollered at Paul. "He can't think, He ain't got nothing to think wit," Stan roared with laughter. "Shut up, you ass holes. We got better things to do," as Paul grabbed his cock and started stroking it. Yup, you're right, Smoke and stroke time." Jed pulled another joint from his backpack and lit up. He took a toke and then passed it to Stan who then passed it to Paul. Paul offered it to me but I politely refused. I knew I'd get harassed about not smoking so I need some street cred. "I don't do weed, anyone got any crack?" Jed choked on the toke he had just inhaled and everyone looked at me in disbelief. "You're one bad ass, ain't ya?" Stan remarked. "If you going to do something, do it big or stay home," I said in my best bravado voice. "If no one had any crack, I'll just get high on the day, thanks." They had finished their joint and grabbed their cocks to start jerking off. "Done with the smoke, now the stroke," Paul announced like a little kid anxious to open his Christmas presents. In no time they were all hard and working their cocks slow and steady. All except Paul. He was working his cock like the pump handle on a well run dry. "What's your hurry, dude, make it last," Jed advised him. "The hell wiff that, I'm going for two or maybe three today." Watching the various techniques, from Paul's fanatical meat beating to Jed's slow stroke and Stan pulling his foreskin over the top of his cock and then watching the head appear again on the down stroke, glistening with a drop of precum, had unknowingly made me hard again. "Git with it, Jimmy. Grab your meat and join the fun." Jed invited me. Paul obviously was the first to shoot his load. He wasn't too far away from me and again that special smell of fresh cum drifted my way and set my wheels I motion. I looked down and saw my stiff cock also urging me to 'git with it' and give it some attention. What the hell, I'm out in the woods, no one will see or know what I'm doing. So, I grab my cock and start to join the fun. Jed and Stan shot almost at the same time, their cum shooting back and landing on their chests. Jed even had some land on his chin so he stuck his tongue out and licked it clean. Now all eyes were on me. If anyone had told me I'd be in this situation I would have told them I'd freeze up being watched by three guys while I'm in the very personal act of masturbating. But instead I fell to me knees, spread my legs out and picked up the pace. I grabbed my balls and yelled out, "I'm going to squeeze the cum out of me!" And that I did. I shot a forceful load, more than I ever have, spraying it all over the ground in front of me. Stream after stream shot out of me, six or seven strong burst before slowing to a dribble. The three of them clapped their hands and applauded my show. "Fuckin A, dude, that was awesome! Hope the next one is as good," Stan praised my efforts. "The next one?" "Sure. You don't think we're a one and done crowd, do ya? Too bad Suzie Sucker wasn't here, she could give all of us blowjobs." Jed lamented. "Suzie Sucker?" "Ya, Suzie Swenson. We call her Suzie Sucker cause she loves sucking our cocks. She's on the curse this week so she don't do it then. Maybe Paul will suck us off?" "You fuckin wish, gay boy." Paul shot back at Jed. "Ain't gay for me. A mouth is a mouth, don't matter who its on," he giggled. Paul's face turned red and he went and jumped in the water and swam out a ways. ""No fair jerking in the water Paul, we can't see nothin." Stan joked. "Damn, I could go a good suckin right now," Jed complained. He looked over at me, "You don't suck cock, do you?" with hopeful look. "Ah no, not my thing, no way, no how," I answered firmly. "Ya, figured as much. Oh well, back to Harry Hand and his five fingers," as he started to bring his flaccid cock back to life. Paul came back out of the water, rigid and ready. I don't know if he was stroking under water but he sure was about to now. I was in my post climax mood, suddenly getting embarrassed about having put on a show so I went in the water to have some cover and not get involved in their next round of their pud pulling party. I was getting hard again looking up on the bank at the three of them laying in the sun and stroking their cocks. I have no idea why. I'm not into guys, I'm not the slightest bit bi or gay. But I was definitely getting aroused looking at them. I didn't dare try and stroke my cock as my arm would have made ripples in the water. They would have seen it and known what I was doing. Maybe get insulted or mad that I shunned them and went to get off on my own? I used my image technique to make my boner go away so I could come out of the water. But as soon as I got on dry land, their cocks started spewing cum again and the smell of so much fresh cum filling the air put me right back in the same uncomfortable state. "Hey Jimmy, looks like you're ready for another go at it." I think I scraped my cock with a fingernail. It's got a sore spot on it so I'm going to leave it alone." "Too bad Suzie wasn't here, she'd kiss is better," Jed laughed. "He's your friend, Paul, sure you don't want to suck him?" "NO, I'm sure he doesn't," I answered for him. Paul just looked at me and smiled We swam, we chatted, they told raunchy stories about their escapades with girls and finally it was time to leave. But not before Paul had to go for number three. It took him longer naturally so Jed and Stan left before he was finished. I felt uncomfortable as hell being there alone with him but it was also strangely erotic. I grabbed my short and struggled to get them on with my cock back at full size. I was almost tempted to get off one more time to get it to go down but just then Paul let out a yell and went off for the third time. As he was recovering I was able to finish getting dressed. "Good day at the watering hole, wouldn't ya say?" Paul asked as we mounted up to go home. "Different, I'll give you that." The ride home wasn't so fast so it was smoother. Paul parked the four wheeler and we went in for supper. Sally commented that we both smelled better than yesterday. "We was down at the watering hole today. I always smell better after a swim." The swim didn't totally clean him. Sitting next to him at the supper table I could swear I still could detect a faint odor of cum on him. After supper we went to bed early, exhausted from all the swimming and such. I went to the bathroom to piss and when I came back I found my underwear on my pillow. I looked at Paul. "Figured you'd want them back. Was kinda mean of me to takes them." He was actually being nice for the first time since I arrived. So I had to give as well. "Thanks. Sleeping nude wasn't as bad as I thought last night. Figured I'd do the same tonight, if you don't mind." "No, that's good," Paul mumbled as we both climbed into bed. It wasn't too long and I felt the bed moving, same motion as last night. "You're jerking again?" I asked in amazement. "You did it three times at the watering hole. You're still horny?" "Yeah, guess its just part of my routine at night. I don't sleep if I don't. By the way, I'm sorry about what I did at the watering hole today." "What did you do?" I was puzzled. "Actually what I didn't do. Give you a sucking. I wanted to actually but was afraid Jed and Stan would bust on me and want me to do them too. I just wanted to do you." He confessed. "Want me to do you now?" as he moved closer to me in the bed. "No, I'm fine. But thanks for offering," as I moved away from him. This took me totally by surprise. Was he gay? My mind was reeling 100 miles per hour. I wanted to ask him if he was gay but didn't want to upset him and turn him back in the asshole he was earlier. Was I going to be his sex object all summer or was this just over active hormone from everything that happened today? Hormones, had to be hormones. They do weird shit. Like right now my hormones have my cock chubbing up at the thought of laying here and getting a blowjob, even if it is from Paul. Miss Hawthorne, I need you. Quick!