Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2017 21:15:44 -0500 From: Carl Williams Subject: The Peach Farm The Peach Farm Carl txs.lore@gmail.com Here is a story. One that I never thought I would write. There were Icees and there were peaches. The rest is up to you to decide if it happened. I would love to know what you think about it. Email me at txs.lore@gmail.com And while you're at it, think about how nice Nifty is about allowing us to share these stories. Contribute a little to keep it all going. It would be appreciated. I tried to do this story all in one submission. I hope it isn't too long. If you don't like it long, try reading a day or two at a time. And with that: The Peach Farm It happened a long time ago when I was just a kid. It was a long hot summer. I and my friends still spent almost every hour of everyday outside. We rode our bikes all over our town. It was a routine to ride the store and get watermelon or green apple Jolly Ranchers and a brain freezing Icee. (I know it changed to Slurpee sometime but I have proof that it was Icee's back then; I have a bunch of sticky blue squares cut from the ICEE cups.) I ran with the guys on my street. Kelly and Tommy were my age and Tommy had an older brother Charlie. Charlie knew he was the inherent leader simply by age. And he was a pretty good mentor when it came to things that you learned on the street or in the boys room at school. It was Charlie who knew a little more about what to expect on this adventure than he would ever admit. I knew it had to be something, it wasn't like we were all that interested in going to the local peach farm to pick our own. But we did. It wasn't much of a ride on our bikes if we took the alley to the dirt road and then cut across the pasture where there was already a trail made by the minibikes and such. We could get there faster than driving the streets. The Peach Farm was right on the edge of town. On the little county road, not the major highways heading out of town. The sign offered peaches by the basket, or bushel, or pick your own. It was also the image of order – the straight lines of peach trees was a big departure of the randomness and strived for variety of the houses and cars in the town. The peach trees were mixed with massive pecan trees which just added to order and planning. The first day we went, Tommy and Charlie were really selling the idea that it would be great to go to the peach place. The claimed it would be great to get our own peaches. We could climb the trees and find the perfect peach. They almost oversold it but Kelly and I decided it was worth the ride. We were noisy on the way over and almost got too interested in the trail across the pasture, it was always good to get some air over the jumps and making the tight turns that you would almost be sideways to the ground. We made it, walked into the store. The feeling of ceiling fans was amazing. There was an evaporative cooler in window (people in the east part of the state called them Swamp Coolers. I still don't know why anyone would want to cool a swamp). The fans made it feel cooler and it moved the scent of fresh peaches all through the room. We didn't even see him at first but behind the counter was an old guy, maybe about grandpa old, kinda skinny, and wearing coveralls. Coveralls, not farmers overalls, its all one piece, pants and shirt with a belt that starts on the side with a buckle. He spooked us a little when he said "Hello boys!" It was a little loud over the sound of the fans. We began our adventure by negotiating the picking of our own peaches. We decided that we each needed one, maybe two. The second one was for taking back home and letting it get cold so we could decide if we liked the peaches warm or cold. The peach guy told us that people normally pick an entire basket or bag full but we were welcome to go get one or two. Just cost a dollar for all of us. It didn't take long to find huge juicy peaches that were right at picking level. As we walked back to the store, the peach guy told us we should come in and look around. And that is when I picked up on Charlie and Tommy knew a little more. I heard Charlie say "This is the good part." We wandered around the little store and the peach guy was right there with us. He was very close! The store's shelves were tight with little paths through it. I didn't think much about the peach guy's hand hitting my butt. And I wasn't that disturbed when the back of his hand touched the front of my shorts. It was making contact with my dick but I thought that might be normal because I never had a dick that big before. It made me a little uncomfortable but I didn't run out of there. And as the peach guy helped the other guys, I noticed that it happened to each one of them too. Looking at it happening, it sure looked like it was intentional. The peach guy said a few times that if we came back tomorrow or in the next few days that he would have some samples open of the preserves, jellies, and jams. He didn't want to open new jars if there wasn't going to be a lot of customers in the store, especially ones with money. I did notice the partial jars of them all on the table behind the counter. After a few more crotch touches, we left and headed back to our street. We were just outside of the farm gate when Tommy and Charlie started to laugh and say that what they heard was right. All the touching and feeling by the old peach guy was intentional and they went in with their own intention of getting felt up. They didn't bother to tell me or Kelly. Kelly was cussing them out. He said he thought it was an accident at first but then he almost beat up the peach guy when he gave one of his balls a squeeze. We all agreed it was a very weird experience. We didn't talk completely about what happened or mention that at least one of us got a boner when it was happening. In fact, we didn't really talk about our boners and such, we would make jokes about it or say things like we heard another guy got a boner in class or something like that. And we would go back a few days later. This time, Charlie and Tommy wore nylon gym shorts. The shorts were short and tight in those days. I could see the outline of their dicks and balls. Charlie's dick looked huge. I hadn't seen many dicks up to that point but it was definitely and adult dick. And I could see his dark pubes through the bright yellow gym shorts. Tommy had a bulge but it was still fairly small. He confirmed he wasn't wearing any underwear when he popped his scrotum out the leg of his shorts. That made me and Kelly groan and look away. It was kinda weird, lately, every time we had gone swimming, Tommy made a point of staying bent over while swapping from shorts to swim shorts and vice versa. He was definitely hiding the condition of his dick and balls. We had been in school the last time I saw his dick and balls. I was a little surprised when I saw a little mustache of fuzzy hair above his dick. And his dick had some hang to it. It wasn't just a little wiener with a blob of ball sack underneath. That actually made me feel better. My own dick had grown so much lately and I had a crop of pubes. The hairs weren't all that long but long enough that I liked to lay on my back with my hand inside my undies and rub on my pubes. Mine looked enough like Tommy's that I felt normal. I had seen Kelly naked many more times lately. But he had changed at all since he was a little kid. He had claimed that he had pubes. After showing us one time, I would correct him by saying that he had A PUBE. Kelly would talk about pubes and big balls more than my other friends and he wouldn't get them for a couple more years. When we made it to the peach farm, it was more of the same with picking out peaches. We also got a tour of the store with samples this time. We got the little wooden spoons that you would eat ice cream cups with and tried several different peach things. And the peach guy spent a lot more time with Tommy and Charlie. At first, it was still the accidental touching and bumping but with Tommy and Charlie, it went a little further. They said later that it really helped when they would pull their shorts up on the side and a ball would fall out. The peach guy did comment that those two guys must play sports with their neat shorts. After we left, it was much of the same celebrating the getting felt up. And there were comments and jokes about somethings that I really didn't understand. I sure didn't understand jacking off, I just said `yea' many times when there was a jacking off comment. It wasn't long before we made our third trip back. This time, Kelly backed out. I also took the challenge of wearing gym shorts. It was at that point that I gym shorts would be normal summer attire for me. I had a pair of dark blue gym shorts, bigger than what I should have been wearing. They turned out to be great when riding my bike, the air would blow up the legs and cool everything down. Now, this was my third trip but I really think that Tommy and Charlie went again. There were too many inside comments or jokes and there was more bold touching than before. When it was my turn with the peach guy, I was standing in front of the peach decorations, like a peach salt and pepper shaker. And I stood back from the table, with my legs a little wider than normal. The peach guy did his thing. He kept it short and discrete but he also stroked the head of my dick until it was pointing straight out. I couldn't talk during that time, I could barely breathe during that time. I was hoping it would go on forever but customers were coming in and I was left hanging. We left that day without even getting a peach. A little time went by. Tommy and Charlie were gone on a family vacation. Kelly had spent the night with me. We had talked just enough about sex, girls, and such to raise my state of horniness. Kelly had gone home and I sat in the house in just my underwear, no TV or radio playing. I was getting bored, as well as horny. I still hadn't discovered jacking off. The relief to my horniness amounted to some twisting my dick, it felt pretty good but I never produced anything and it never made my boner limp. I usually had to get up and run around or ride my bike. That is what I did. I went down to the peach farm by myself. When I got there, the peach guy was helping several people. I hung around a little bit, then he waved to me and told me to go down and get my peaches, and we would settle up when I got back. I had to climb a tree to get a really good peach. The good ones were higher in the trees now. I had a foot on different limbs and I was wishing that I had taken off my underwear before I came to the peach farm. I wanted to feel the air blowing on my parts. I kept seeing cars coming up to the store. Nobody came out to pick their own but many people were carrying out baskets and bags. Finally, there wasn't anybody at the store. I walked up from the trees and my boner started growing as I walked. Actually, it didn't take long for me to go from completely limp to rock hard, maybe just a step, or two. As I stepped into the shop, I realized how sweaty and hot I was. It felt great to stand and let the air cool me off. The bell at the door let the peach guy know somebody had come in and he hollered from the bathroom that he would be right out. He hadn't even pulled his pants up all the way when he opened the bathroom door. I got to see his grayish underwear with a pretty good sized lump where is dick was. He was happy to see me but he was working at the check out and putting things back in order. He noticed that I was very hot. He offered me a big glass of cold peach ice tea. I chugged it pretty quick. Then he asked me if I wanted to swim to get cooled off. I figured he was going to send me to the city pool, several blocks away but then he pointed to the side door of the shop. I started to follow him, until he moved me in front of him and we walked with his hand bumping into my butt. Just outside, in the yard that was shared by the shop and his house was a weird pool. It was as square as could be, it looked very homemade. But it did look very cool. I was a little disappointed that I wasn't going to get to go, since I didn't have my swim suit. When I told him that problem, he laughed a little weird giggle and said I wouldn't need one at all. He told me to put my clothes on that nail on the post and jump in. If you can feel eyes looking at you, I sure did that day. It didn't take long to take off my t-shirt, shorts and underwear. It took me almost as long to stand up after pulling my underwear off my ankles. When I did, was facing him and I didn't try to hide a thing. He whistled a little as he was staring at my dick. I giggled and smiled. I liked the idea that he liked me naked that much. He told me to get in the water but when I went the shortest route, he told me to come get in the end he was closest too. We both loved the way my dick bounced back and forth when I walked. And then I slowly walked down the tall steps into the cool water. When the water hit my balls, it was a bit of a shock. I jumped the rest of the way in. I'm not sure how it stayed that cold in the hot weather. I jumped around in the water as I got used to it. The peach guy watching me the whole time. And he had his hand on his crotch. He asked me if I knew how to play submarine. He had to explain it to me. I was to float on my back, and let my dick be the periscope. I was always a great floater, but never naked. I laid on my back, arched my back a little and made sure my dick was out of the water. All the sounds of the world were muffled as the water covered my ears. I looked at him and it seemed like he was telling me to blow my horn, moving his arm up and down like you do when you want the driver of the 18-wheeler to blow his horn in his truck. I stood up and listened to him. He told me I need to get a stiffy to do it right. That was a new name for it, Stiffy. It made sense but I had never heard it. I played and squeezed and rubbed, all very quickly and I had a magnificent stiffy. When I resumed my submarine imitation, I was really feeling the air on my dick. I floated around, and I was aware that I should keep my stiffy in the view of the peach guy. And he was really digging in his pants as he watched me. I heard him whistle and stood up. He told me to swim against the wall nearest the door and just stay there. He went inside to handle a couple of other people. It let me play with my stiffy. I pulled on it a little, twisted the head, pulled my ball sack, all those kind of fun little things. Other than doing some stroking. The peach guy did finally come back and he told me it would be best if I got out and call it a day. I did jump out and I stood there naked, I was looking for a towel or something to dry off with. The peach guy said he could go to the house and get me a towel but that I would dry in the air before he got back, so just shake a little and let the air dry me. I knew how to shake to make my dick slap my belly. Man! He liked that. I put on my underwear and shorts. The peach guy even made sure that my zipper was in the right place. When he did, a finger or two slipped inside of my underwear and made contact with my dick. He acted like he didn't even feel it. It made me jump. Another car pulled into the parking lot and I hopped on my bike and headed home carrying my shirt in my hand. I got busy with family the next day. Many times during the day, my thoughts were of going back to the peach farm and going into the pool. Or even just getting naked so that the peach guy could see me. I got a stiffy many times that day. I didn't realize it at the time but it was Monday. The traffic into the Peach Farm got very slow. I was home alone, watching TV, eating as many pop tarts as I could, and waiting for Kelly to come over. I was sure that I could show Kelly the swimming pool. I wasn't completely sure I could get Kelly naked. He wasn't real happy about not having a single pube on his dick and he still looked like a little boy in size. He did like getting felt by the peach guy, so I thought I could get him to swim. I was watching for Kelly and I was outside before he got off his bike and I told him we had to go get peaches. He laughed and said that meant I just wanted to get my balls rubbed. Yea, but so... The peach guy was ready for us. He had the glasses of iced tea and a bowl of peaches. They weren't the best looking ones, they were bruised and such but they were so juicy. We both had juice running up our arms, it covered my belly. He said I had more juice on the outside of me than inside. And he knew that we would get in trouble if we went home sticky. So we needed to jump in the pool to get clean. Kelly perked up when he heard there was a pool. He started with his telling about no swim suit, and I was the one who told him there was no need for it. I was naked in two steps out the door. Kelly hesitated just a moment, and he was staring at my dick and balls. He even said, "wow, nice hair". I was going to say the same thing when he took his shorts off but there wasn't a hair to compliment. Kelly wasn't all that shy, he let me and the peach guy see all of him without trying to cover up. The peach guy looked but he told us to come to him so he could check something out. He put us standing next to each other, our butts were even touching. The peach guy was really checking us out. He made a statement about Kelly not having a hair, and then rubbed his finger across my pubes. I wasn't expecting that. It made me jump, but I also laughed. And then he rubbed his finger back and forth on Kelly's smooth and hairless spot above his dick. His dick was really bouncing around! It was a little more than Kelly could stand when the guy pinched Kelly's sack and held it to see if there were any pubes on there. Kelly acted like he was really being tickled hard. I put my hand on my sack and pulled it up to look if I had any hairs. I don't know why I thought I wasn't that familiar with my own ball sack. But I didn't have a single hair on them either. Kelly and I did get in the pool. We did the submarine game. Kelly didn't need any help to keep his stiffy out of the water. It didn't come out of the water very much, but it was all the way out. The peach guy tried to encourage the two of us to play with each other but we really didn't do much of that at all. I tried a little but Kelly jumped back each time. That day, the peach guy had on farm overalls, and he kept both hands inside of them almost the entire time we were in the pool. We didn't even notice that he got still, except form breathing hard, but then it was time to get out of the pool and go on home or wherever. We did air dry again. I wasn't even aware of it but I was pulling on my little crop of pubes. When we got back to my house, Kelly and I were really talking about all the fun. We couldn't decide if we needed to tell Tommy and Charlie. I wanted to. I thought it would be a little bit of revenge from when they took us there the first time. Kelly thought that they would enjoy it too much and that was too good for them since they didn't tell us about the first time. And Kelly started talking about how much it sucked that he had no pubes. And we got into a discussion about why they are called pubes; because your body got into puberty. And Kelly had an interest in where my pubes were growing. And I was down to just wearing my t-shirt as we really checked out my crotch. Kelly really didn't touch me but he told me to pull my dick to one side or the other or to pick up my balls. I did feel pretty good when he told me that my dick was a lot bigger than when he saw it when school was still going on. I thought it was but I never measured it to begin with. Kelly said that he actually did have pubes but they were very very blonde and short. He was wanting to show me, and I didn't stop him from taking off his shorts and underwear. He did toss his underwear in my face, I was supposed to be grossed out but I really liked how it smelled. Kelly laid back and he was stretching out the skin around his dick. He told me if I looked close, I could see what he was talking about. And sure enough, there was fuzz. I had never really been that close to a dick. It was so close to my mouth that I could have kissed it or even licked it. And I almost did. I didn't stop at just looking. I was able to pinch some his pube fuzz and pull it so that his skin raised up. I did a little bit of accidently letting my fingers touch his dick. And I did feel his balls when he complained that mine were so big compared to his. And we ended up with one of my balls in each of one hand and his balls in the other hand, or fingers. I didn't realize how big my balls had gotten. We played with each other enough that our hands started to really smell. It wasn't a bad smell but very musky. For the rest of the day, I would put my fingers up to my nose, just to sniff them. I tried to go back to the Peach Farm the next several days. I'd wait for Kelly to come over so we could both go. But when he got here, he wanted to go do something else. It was almost like he was avoiding it. And Tommy and Charlie got back but they were more into other stuff too. Part of that was they just wanted to hang around their own house and try to relax after their vacation. Hanging with them just made me hornier. They told some new dirty jokes and some stories about what they did when they were left alone in the hotel room. And Tommy got kidded about starting to jack off. I really had no idea what they were talking about but now, I was going to find out by talking to Tommy. I wanted to get Tommy and Charlie to the Peach Farm so that they could experience the pool and skinny dipping. If they thought a little bumping of boy bulges was exciting, I thought they would love what was happening now. I knew I would enjoy getting everyone naked in the pool. As we talked about going, Kelly and I gave each other a bunch of knowing smiles and a couple of winks. I really figured that Tommy and Charlie would know there was something up. I did remember to not wear underwear that day when we went back. It was a little bit in case the peach guy wanted to feel us up in the store before swimming but also it was better to not have to put underwear back on when still wet. The air drying wasn't get between my legs and such. It was Tommy who noticed that I wasn't wearing underwear. I was on my bike and holding it up with one leg over the bar. Tommy could see up the leg of my shorts. Tommy couldn't just enjoy the view, he had to tell everybody and kid me about it. I liked that he noticed, but it also pissed me off that he was teasing me. So, I dared him to do the same thing. I got a quick look at his dick and balls when he pulled his underwear off. What I noticed was that he had a very visible patch of pubes. The peach guy was happy to see us. Tommy and Charlie were behind on how things worked. They were walking around looking at stuff, waiting for the peach guy to come up beside them and show them something and get a feel. Kelly and I were ready to get naked and get wet. Tommy got the peach guy's attention and other three of us watched from the other side of the display as Tommy was getting felt up. I couldn't stand it very much longer. I just came out and asked if we could go swimming. Kelly said something in agreement. Tommy and Charlie looked confused and excited about the idea of swimming. As the peach guy was agreeing to the idea, Tommy and Charlie both said they would go get their swim suits and be right back. And it was Kelly's turn to explain that suits, shorts, or any other piece of clothing were not necessary at all. I was still walking when I stepped right out of my shorts. I was naked in a fraction of a second as I walked through the door. And my dick was on its way to full boner. Kelly wasn't far behind me with getting naked. But it seemed like forever for Tommy and Charlie to get down to their underwear. And when they finally moved their hands from in front of them, I saw that they were already hard. Charlie had a full bush of pubes. They were so full and so dark that I didn't think they could be real. It was like I was looking at a real man. I realized that Tommy was just as naked, although he didn't stand still very long. It wasn't until I was in the water, looking up as Tommy was walking down the steps that I could see his bush clearly. It was much smaller in width but had solid growth. I know the hairs were longer than mine but it was almost like we had the same pattern that they grew over out dicks. We started splashing around in the water. I know I felt all three of their dicks as we grabbed each other and such. But the activity made my dick limp. It was about the time that I noticed that fact that the peach guy told us that it was time for submarine races. It explained to us that was when we all lined up on one side of the pool, float on our backs, and push off the side. Our periscopes would have to be out of the water, of course. I was quick at playing with my dick to get it hard and sticking up. Kelly was like in permanent boner stage. It took Tommie and Charlie a little bit to get hard. They weren't as willing as I was to handle their dicks. The peach guy did some encouraging them and they eventually listened. When we were all hard, the peach guy told us that we could stay in the pool as long as we were all hard. Three of us laughed and liked the idea. Charlie made a weird face and said he didn't know how long he could stay hard without coming. I thought, "where is he coming to?". He did stay hard for a long time. Long enough that my fingers and toes and especially my ball sack had gotten incredibly wrinkled. I didn't know a ball sack could get that wrinkled. By the time we were ready to get out, the peach guy didn't even have a single hand in his pocket or in the slit in the side of his coveralls. As we air dried, the peach guy asked us if we knew how to moon somebody. We were good at that. We could do it in a moving car, the back of our school bus, and just as we walked past friends or other people who needed to be mooned. And we lined up loosely and bent over and mooned the peach guy. I definitely felt air on my hole. It was a little bit of a longer of a moon than my normal offering, and a little more exposure. And I ended up with a boner as I pulled my shorts up. And we talked about the swim for days. We had to just talk about it as heavy storms sat on top of town for the next several days. I know it had to do with a hurricane but we were so far inland that we just got a lot of rain. We did go back and we didn't mess around in the store. Tommy had even left his shorts IN the store. It was much of the same thing. A lot of showing off as the peach guy played with his own dick. The next trip was just me and Kelly. We thought the rain was gone but we got scrambling out of the water when a bolt of lightning hit a pecan tree in the orchard. All three of us hit the door to the shop at the same time. We were laughing and happy that we had survived the terror of the lightning. And the rain started back up, hard! The wind was making the windows rattle and we could barely see the road out front. The fans were making us cold and I was shivering. I about jumped out of my goose-bumped skin when another bolt of lightning hit close by. Then the store lit up as two cars pulled into the parking lot. Kelly and I looked at each other with a bit of fear. Our clothes were still outside, I wasn't going out in the rain to get hit by lightning to get soaking wet clothes. I thought about making a run for the house but I didn't know if the door would be open or what to expect if we went into the peach guy's house. The peach guy looked a little panicked too. He was quick to react, he grabbed two aprons from a display rack and tossed them in our general direction. He told us to get behind the counter. I was just getting the apron over my head when the first family burst through the door. We tied the aprons on, looked at each other and laughed, nervously. Kelly's apron had pictures of peaches where his tits would be and with a bikini top. I looked at mine, it had words that said "Give my peaches a squeeze!". And I had peaches where they would be over my balls, if I was a full grown man. Kelly bitched a little that I got the boy apron. The other carload emptied into the store too. The drivers ducked for cover in the heavy rain. They wanted to stay there until the rain let up. And the nine people from the cars roamed around entire store. It was hard at times to keep the opened back of the aprons from being seen by somebody. I know there was a boy about 8 who definitely saw. I heard him behind me, I turned around to see his eyes wide and his mouth open. And then he quietly said "oooohhh". I held my finger to my lips and made a ssh sound. He smiled and nodded, he seemed to like sharing a secret. He did lean sideways so that he could see Kelly. Kelly made a little dance move and flipped the apron up so that the boy could see a bare butt. The boy smiled big and gave the ssh sign back to us. I thought he deserved a bit of a reward, so I offered him the plate with the crackers and peach jam. I served up his first taste and made sure the plate was in front of him that he could have as much as he could handle. The peach guy did catch a glimpse of the boy at one time and gave a disapproving look but didn't stop the boy at all. I was hard the entire time. There is something about being almost naked with so many people around. I could see Kelly's dick poking out and making his apron tent out. My boner was really demanding attention. I was playing with it, or at least holding it and twisting it. It made it feel better, but it also made it want more of the same. Even though we had been in the water and it should have washed off, when I moved my hand from my dick to scratch my nose, I smelled that same musky smell that happened when Kelly and I felt each other. I thought it was Kelly smelling like that. It was me, at least this time. The families stayed long enough that I was really enjoying the nakedness in public. The boy kept coming by and wanting a look. I got bold one time and flashed my boner. It was almost too much for him to handle but once he was over the shock, he smiled big. He also got me to open a jar of peach butter for him to try. He liked it enough that he called his mother over to try it. Now, I had just a counter and a peach apron between me and a Mom. I couldn't even help it, I had to keep twisting my boner. I did make the sale! She bought 4 jars of the butter plus a whole lot of other stuff. Both carloads bought stuff. As the rain let up, and they were carrying the stuff to their cars, I heard somebody ask why two healthy boys like me and Kelly couldn't help carry out the goodies. When the last car cleared the parking lot, we all broke down. We laughed about almost getting caught, and how they almost saw us many times, and how we all had boners. AND, how I was jacking off... I heard the peach guy say that and then I realized what I was doing and what jacking off was. I had the thought that I was already pretty good at it. I did say that I wasn't and that I didn't even know was jacking off was. Kelly was looking very nervous, he had a habit of biting his fingers when nervous. Not biting his fingernails, but biting his fingers. Then the peach guy got teaching. He never had been too serious about things. He would tell us the rules of submarines, or how to walk naked, those weird things. Now, that I was pushing a little on what he meant by jacking off and such, he began to talk. We decided that we needed to hang around awhile to let our clothes dry off. We should have hung them up, maybe they would have had a chance to dry. And the peach guy asked us if we really really wanted to learn things. Kelly nodded his head, with his fingers still in his mouth. I said a definite, "I guess". That was really actually definite for my way of talking back then. With that, the peach guy when over to the windows, turned off the OPEN sign, lowered the shades, locked the door and headed out the back. It was hot and steamy outside, it felt good to get out of the cool store. We went over to the porch swing, it looked out on the pool. The peach guy sat in the middle and motioned for us to sit on each side of him. We got comfortable and he reached down and felt our boner through the aprons. He kept looking at our faces and smiling, asking us if that felt good. It wasn't long before he pulled the ties of the aprons and slipped them off. My and Kelly's boners were sticking straight out. It even looked like his balls were bigger than before. Then the peach guy started playing with our dick and balls. I leaned back and even lifted one leg to let him get to more. He told Kelly to lay back and get comfortable too. He started to stroke us together. I was really liking the motion. I hadn't thought about that stroke when I played with myself. I wish I had, it was really good feeling. The peach guy was talking. I wasn't really listening but he was saying things about jacking off and fucking, and how girls, and some boys really like hard dicks. And big balls were better than little, as he was fondling Kelly's little marbles. I couldn't even sit still at times. I had to lift my butt off the seat and move my hips with the way he was stroking us. I could see Kelly's dick too. I could also see the wet spot growing from the wet spot where the peach guy's dick was pressing against his coveralls. I was getting whiffs of that musky smell. I was starting to feel differently than I ever had before. And the peach guy asked me if I wanted to find out the best part of jacking off. I answered, "it gets better?!?" He laughed. He looked at Kelly and said he would try with him but he said he didn't know if his balls had dropped enough. "Dropped what?" And the peach guy pulled us both closer. And he started moving his wrist as he encircled our boners. Just a finger and a thumb on Kelly's dick, and a couple of fingers making a circle around mine. The stroking immediately got me feeling like never before. I was loving it. There were times when I would arch my back or lift my butt off the seat. When I did that, the peach guy changed his technique a little and focused on a different part of balls and boner. Then, no matter how much I squirmed, he kept jacking my boner. I was feeling a pressure, or a burning building up. I was telling the peach guy that I was going to pee or explode or something. He just bit his lip and went harder and faster on my boner. He wasn't paying attention to Kelly's dick. I started to get up so I could run to the bathroom but the peach guy held me there. I was holding my breath and trying to keep from peeing. Then I had to breathe, and when I did, I saw white streams come out of my dick. Squirting a few inches up in the air and falling down and landing on my belly and his hand. I pumped out that stuff over and over. I didn't know if it would stop but I wasn't really caring if it did. As soon as my boner stopped shooting, the peach guy gave my dick head a little squeeze. I was so ticklish. He let go of my dick and I was watching as it started to bend and get soft. He wiped the cum that had landed on his hand onto Kelly's dick. Then he began to stroke Kelly with the same hand he used on me. He was telling Kelly that he might not be able to do what I just did. Kelly pretty much demanded that he try, because he was feeling it almost ready to happen. And I watched. I saw one drop of clear liquid fly off the tip of his dick and land on his smooth belly. And a second and third drop showed up at the tip. I thought that was going to be the same as what I shot, just a lot less. With some very fast stroking, Kelly's face distorted, his body twisted a little and then he moaned and he started folding his body up. I could tell he was shooting just like I was doing and feeling that morning. There just wasn't enough to shoot out like I did. And neither one of us cared that we were spread eagle, with every bit of manhood exposed to the world, we just didn't move for a little bit. I was so amazed at what my body could do, and how good it could feel. I figured out jacking off and did it at the same time. It wouldn't be long when I figured out that I could do it by myself too.