Date: Fri, 3 May 2019 09:47:52 -0400 From: hitch bolen Subject: Summer Skinny Dipping with Friends Summer Skinny Dipping with Friends I grew up in the days when being gay wasn't really possible. It was a secret, shameful thing, and deep in the midst of the early AIDS days, so people just were very closeted. That was "normal." Being called a homo or fag was about the worst sort of insult imaginable. Of course, we didn't really talk about sex at all either. That was considered "dirty," so if you were curious you just had to sneak peeks at porn if you were lucky to have some. My older brother had a stash in his closet which I discovered when he was working away from home one summer. It was Playboy, Hustler, etc, and I remember reading the "true stories" and being overawed with the pics that showed the male genitals. I knew these things couldn't possibly have happened the way they were written, but it turned me on anyway. A few year or so later I discovered a local book store that had a lot of magazines, including a small section of adult titles, and that's where I learned there were straight and gay magazines. I saw Honcho, Blue Boy, and others. I was too embarrassed to stand there and leaf through them, since the shop owner was just feet away and always watching, but I could quickly grab a few and take them to another section fo the boy store and read through them more privately. Just writing this is bringing back the rush of adrenaline! I often stood there for 45 minutes or so, soaking up all the images and reading as many stories as I could before putting the magazines back on the shelf and leaving with my hand in my pocket trying to hide my boner in my tight jeans. I thought I was being so discreet but I'm sure now that the owner saw kids like me do the same exact thing all day long. I found a few other books along the way that were basically soft gay porn, and I went to that shelf as often as I could. One book, "Buns," was all photos of the male ass. There was a title "The Art of Gay Sex" which fascinated me as well. The pencil drawings depicted various positions and acts I knew nothing about personally, but was extremely interested in knowing more about. Sometimes I had to jerk off as soon as I got back to the car, if I was on my own. If my sisters were along, I'd have to wait until I got home and ran up to my room. One time my little sister walked in my room without knocking and caught me red-handed, pumping away. She didn't react like I thought she might. She just giggled and walked back out. I learned to lock my door, and Ince I was already doing my own laundry, I mostly spunked into one of my tube socks that was headed to the dirty clothes bin. I was so ready to move on to the next stage of growing up: moving away from home and going off to college. I knew things would be really different at college, and I was really excited, and nervous about what it would be like. Some of the crazy stories I'd read in those porn mags had given me ideas... I was wondering how crazy college life might really be. The last summer of my childhood was spent mowing yards for folks in the area, swimming at friends' pools, and short hikes down to the local creek to skinny dip. I loved to go down there after my day's work was done, to rest, swim, wash the sweat off and frolic innocently in the swift current. Sometime my sisters came along, and they skinny-dipped too. Once a school friend Tony came along, and he was nervous at first, but took off his suit and swam a while. He was a little older, and had a lot more body hair than I did, and I remember his pubic hair and boner was a lot more impressive than mine! We messed around a little, but nobody had an orgasm. One time we were on the far bank, which was like a little muddy cliff, and we were jumping into the creek, just enjoying the sunshine and being naked, when around the bend in the creek came a swiftly-moving canoe with a young couple in it. Tony was down in the water already, where his nakedness was hidden underwater, but I was standing 6 feet up on the bank, my teenage cock exposed for the canoers to see. I took a flying leap into the water and stayed below water level until they had past. We giggled quietly at first, then busted out loudly after the canoe was around the next bend downstream. It was a little extra thrill to be "caught." We got to the point, when Tony came along with me, that we didn't even bring swim suits on the half-hour walk through some farm's fields to the creek, just sneakers and shorts. It was always fun to shed the shorts halfway there, when we were sure we were out of sight of anyone. We'd finish the hike to the water's edge with our young bodies fully exposed, joking about how fun it was to be naked outside like that. And after swimming a while, when it was time to head back, we'd just pull on our sneakers and walk back naked, letting the hot summer air dry our bodies as we pushed out way through the middle of the alfalfa. The tall grasses gently caressed our legs and butts as we made our way through the field. When we got to the spot where, as we crested a little slope there could be people able to see us from afar, we'd put our shorts back on. But one time we discovered, rather abruptly, that the farmer was harvesting the grass, and the huge red tractor was right between here we were and where we were headed. We'd have to walk right past where he was working. So, we quickly ducked down into the grass to assess the movement of the tractor. We decided if we circled back to the edge of the fields we could make our way back home through the small area of woods instead of the open grass. Once we were back downslope from the farmer, we entered the woods, and soon came upon a little fern glade that was like a magic fairy kingdom. It was shaded, perfectly round, and filled with these little soft ferns. We were hot from the sun, plus the extra excitement of almost getting caught walking naked in the farmer's fields, so we stretched out in the cool shade and rested a bit. We were just laying there quietly, and we could hear the tractor sounds not far away, Tony was lying on his belly, propped up on his elbows, with just the top of his head visible above the ferns. I was just behind him, with a perfect view of his ass. His slightly red hair extended to his inner thighs and crack, and as he shifted his weight to get a better view I could see the red pubes on his nutsack too. It was like a magic moment forever burned into my memory. The sounds of the tractor mowing the crop, the birds calling, distant traffic noises from a nearby highway, and the rich loamy smell of the earth, and the hot sweet grass, and I was staring into Tony's ass. A tiny little insect was making its way across his ass cheek. It was making me a little horny! I was also laying down, and was glad to keep my crotch hidden as my cock began to enlarge. I was trying to decide to reach over and flick the ant off his butt or just say something when the tractor got louder and louder, and stopped. With both our heads just high enough to peek, we could see the driver jump down from his seat and walk to the edge of the woods where we were hiding. It wasn't the "old farmer" we'd seen fro the creek on previous occasions, it must have been farm hand or one of his young adult sons. He looked to be about 20, short dark hair, wearing just jeans and a battered baseball cap, and his upper body was deeply tanned from working outdoors all summer. He was fairly skinny, but strong, and as he neared the edge of the woods, he pulled down his pants and began to piss over the border onto a tree stump not 20 feet from where we were laying. He wasn't wearing underpants as far as I could tell, with his zipper down, you could see the white flesh of his groin and the pubes and the longest dick I think I'd ever seen before. His jeans slid down to his knees as he let out a stream of pee for a long time. He must have been holding it forever! One hand was on his dick, the other was around back, and while I wasn't sure what that was about, it soon became clear, as he turned halfway around to check behind him, it was clear his other hand was buried deep between his cheeks. He glanced both ways behind him, and apparently thought he was alone, so his legs relaxed his jeans slid the rest of the way to the ground, and he began to jerk off right in front of us. His dick, now finished pissing, was getting longer and stiffer and the mushroom head was turning dark red. He stopped only to spit into his hand, and started stroking intently while his other hand grabbed his balls sack from behind. My cock was now fully erect, and I began to feel the excitement rising. The guy jacked his dick for a few minutes, stopping only twice to spit again into his palm, and when he began to get red in the face and start grimacing we knew it wasn't long. His five or six spurts of cum sprayed across the tree stump to join the wet piss, as he grunted and gasped like he was in pain. After climaxing, he stood there another moment, slowly stroking his still huge but softening penis, took some deep breaths, and pulled up his jeans. He wiped his hands on the denim, but didn't buckle them before and stepping back up into the tractor seat. The tractor fired back up and he moved back to the field to finish the mowing. I looked back at Tony's ginger ass cheeks just inches away, and saw the tiny insect had moved up the ridge of his back and was now between his shoulder blades. Then, to my surprise, Tony flipped onto his back, and his now fully erect ginger cock was just inches from my face! We both let out a long loud breath as we had been holding our breath while the farmer was masturbating, afraid to be caught. He was laying there with his eyes closed, a smirk on his lips, and without saying a word or touching his dick, he began to cum. His cock exploded and lurched upwards eight or ten times, with long sticky streams of spunk landing upon on his chin, his chest, and the last bit across his belly, filling his navel. He sat straight up, laughing and marveling how much he'd sprayed on himself. Some cum was dangling from his lower lip down to his chin, and about to fall to his lap, so he grabbed a handful of soft ferns and wiped himself down. I raised myself to my knees, and my boner was pointing to the sky. I needed to get relief, but I wasn't sure if I should jerk off in front of Tony, I stood up and turned away, looking to see if there was a place I could go alone, and Tony just grabbed my hips and turned me back toward him. Before I knew what was happening he was stroking my dick with his own cum as lube, and then he was sucking me! I think the magic of the glade took over, because the world seemed to go quiet, slo-motion and colors became heightened. I felt his warm mouth circling my dick head and start sucking and the scary-great sensations I read about in the porn were actually happening to me! It didn't take long to climax, and while Tony tried to pull out before I came, he wasn't experienced at this either, so he got a mouthful before my dick popped out and finished spraying my cum in his face. Now he had my cum dribbling down his cheeks too! We both flopped back onto the ferns and quietly recovered, laughing and marveling at what had just happened. Tony left town shortly after, to attend college out of state, as did I, so we never met again. I heard later that he had come out and was living with a man.