Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2012 09:31:12 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Coming Out-9

Coming Out 9-In the Cornfield by Mark James


I was an only child on a large farm and that meant that I didn't have a lot
of friends coming home with me every day after school. Before and after
school I had chores to do and then I had to do homework. But during the
summer Brian, my cousin from the city came to stay with us. You could say
we grew up together 3 months at a time.

We spent a lot of time in the corn fields after the corn had grown in. We
could disappear there and find privacy that we really couldn't find
anywhere else on the farm. That is where we looked at playboy and learned
to jack off when we reached puberty. We played hide and seek and wrestled
with each other. In fact that is what prompted me to join the wrestling
team.

Then in the middle of high school Brian stopped coming in the summer. I
guess he had other things to do. I dropped the wrestling team because all
of those hot young bodies gave me a perpetual hard-on which I couldn't
hide. I didn't know I was gay; I knew very little about sex. My father and
I had never had the "Talk" when I was growing up. Sure, we had sex
education in school, but that was all technical stuff. Hell I already knew
that from watching the animals on the farm. If there were homosexual
animals, I had never seen one except our dog "Spot," who always wanted to
hump my leg.

I went out with girls because it was expected, not because I wanted to. I
was never sexually interested in girls. The most sexual excitement I ever
had was on double dates but my fantasies were about having sex with the
other boy not the girls. I never had sex with anybody except in my mind

The summer after I turned 18 and graduated from high school Brian came back
for the summer again. I hadn't seen him for 3 years, so even thought he
wasn't really a stranger he was close to it, even though I had been having
fantasies about sucking his dick for years. He had certainly grown up; he
was tall, slender and good looking. I guess I had also because my parents
kept saying we looked like brothers.

It didn't take us long to revert to type and we were spending a lot of time
in the corn field again. We were there one afternoon and Brian wanted to
play hide and seek. I thought that was a little juvenile, but I went
along. He was the hider and I was the seeker. I counted to 100 and went to
find him.

I found him within 2 minutes. He had taken off his clothes and was standing
there in tennis shoes and sunglasses masturbating. I wasn't shocked, I was
sexually excited and my cock hardened immediately.

I watched for a few minutes and then walked out and said, "I found you. Are
you enjoying yourself? I haven't seen you do that in years."

"You want to join me? I can see that big bulge in your shorts."

"Don't mind if I do," I croaked, as I realized what that condition might
say about me to him.

To cover, I asked, "What do you use for your sexual fantasies these days, I
don't see any Playboy magazines around."

"You."

"Me, what? I don't understand."

"I fantasize about sucking your dick, Jeremy."

"I never fantasized about the girls in the magazine it was always those
"hot young male bodies." After we reached 13 it was all about you and not
the guys in the magazine. That's why I stopped coming here in the summer; I
could not hide my constant erection from you. What do you fantasize about?"

Now it was my turn to be direct and cryptic at the same time.

"You."

He looked as confused as I had.

"What?"

"I fantasize about you Brian. Kissing you, caressing your body, sucking
your cock, eating your ass, fucking you, having you suck and fuck me. I've
always lusted after you. I don't know if that is the same as loving you,
but you are never out of my thoughts."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and frantically sucked on his cock,
afraid, that at any moment, he would take it away.

"Oh fuck Jeremy, slow down man, I want it to last."

He reached down, lifted me up and kissed me. I responded to his kiss and we
kissed for probably 20 minutes.

Then he dropped to his knees, undid my shorts, pushed them down and sucked
on my cock.

I thought to myself, "This has to be a dream," but of course it wasn't.

We lay on the ground, switched to a 69 position and it was only moments
before we both shot off.

"Oh, shit," we both said, "How long before you can come again?"

I said, "15 minutes" just as he said, "20 minutes.

We only waited 10 minutes before we were sucking cock again, but in 10 more
minutes both cocks were hard and in another 10 minutes we were blowing our
loads again.

It seems like we spent the rest of the summer in the corn field and where I
found out how much we liked being corn holed.