Moving Some Hay My mom came into the room, yelling, "Adam, wake up-phone call!" I opened my eyes, turned my, head, and looked at my alarm clock. It was 8:30 on a sunny Saturday morning, in the middle of the summer! Who in their right minds could be calling at this time of day? I got out of bed, stretched my pubescent body, and lumbered over to the phone. "Hello?" I said. The familiar voice on the other side of the line responded, "Hi, Adam." It was my neighbor, Andy. I think he was in his late thirties. "Hey, listen, the rest of the family's gone" (he had a wife and three young boys), "and I need some help moving some hay. I'll pay you. Would you mind coming over for about five or six hours?" Even though I had better things to do on a Saturday morning (like sleep), I said sure-I really needed the money. I told him I'd be over in about 15 minutes, and we hung up. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of old, stretched out boxers. But then, remembering how hot it was outside, and how I would probably want to wear shorts, I put the boxers back and dug around for a pair of briefs. I always find it safer to wear briefs whenever I have to wear shorts, as it keeps things in their place. So, I told mom my plans, jumped on my bike, and rode over. When I got to Andy's house, I knocked on the door but nobody answered. So, I just let myself in (they always left the house unlocked), and searched around for Andy. I saw he wasn't downstairs, so I headed up towards the bedroom. I peeked in, and Andy was standing in front of his dresser stretching a pair of briefs around his bare and bulging torso. I was embarrassed-I had never really seen an older man naked before. Funnily enough, though, I was starting to get a little excited. I didn't know why; I mean, I wasn't gay. But I was glad that I had decided to wear the briefs. I started to excuse myself and walk out of the room, but Andy tugged his briefs up to his waist and told me to come on in. "We're both guys, right? Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. Listen, I really appreciate you coming over today-I've got to get the hay in from the fields, and with Jillian and the kids being gone for another week yet, I really need the help." By that time, he had found a pair of old khaki shorts and a tee shirt and was pulling them on. "The hay's already bailed-we've just got to move it into the barn. It's pretty hard work, but I don't think it will take us too long." Andy got up and guided me out the door. We left his house, hopped on his tractor and headed out towards the fields. By the time we got there, it was about 9:30, and the sun was already pretty hot. We started loading the hay onto the wagon. It was sweaty and itchy work, but it felt good just to be outside. We finally got as many hay bales as could fit onto the wagon, and Andy jumped on the tractor, and started her up. I hopped on the back, and we drove to the barn, and unloaded it all again. That's the way it went for the next three and a half hours. By the end, both of us had our shirts off and were sweating like dogs. Being only 15, and a late developer at that, my scrawny chest was no match for Andy's hairy expansion. Although he was no body-builder, Andy was pretty strong-big pecs floated under his shoulders. I had always been meaning to work out more often, but it seemed I never had the time with school and all. Since it was almost 1:00 in the afternoon, Andy suggested that we go in and have some lunch. I readily agreed-I was thinking about eating some hay I was so hungry. As we were walking back, our bare, tan chests glistening with sweat, Andy said, "Listen, I think that's enough work on the hay for today." He pulled a twenty out of his pocket. "Here you go." "Thanks a lot," I said. "What do you want for lunch? I think we might have some sandwich stuff-is that ok?" "Anything sounds good to me right now," I said. "Same here. By the way, after lunch I think I'm going to work out in the basement-you're welcome to join me if you want." "That'd be great!" I exclaimed. "I thought that you had been working out," I said, glancing at his chest. "Oh, so you've been looking, have you?" He punched me good-naturedly. "That's ok. You know, if you don't mind me saying, I used to be as small as you when I was your age. Everybody goes through stages-don't worry about." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I just hate dressing out for gym and stuff, because everybody else around me is really strong, and then there's me . . ." "I felt the exact same way. But let's get lunch, and then I can show you some good techniques." We both wolfed down lunch, and then headed down to his basement. His house was built on a hillside, and the basement faced the back, so there were a lot of big windows, and the room was pretty warm, even though the A/C was cranked. We began to work out. Andy showed me some new lifting methods, which I really appreciated. He was really nice-he kept encouraging me to do one more rep when I didn't think I could. By the end of our work out, I was hot, sweaty, and tired. "Great job man," he said as he sat down next to me on the bench. By that time it was around 4:00. "You want to clean up and then go grab a bite to eat, and see a movie or something? We've worked really hard today." "That sounds good. Yeah, that new Bond movie has been at the mall for a while, and I've been wanting to see it. Just let me call my parents." Andy waited as I dialed the phone, and explained the situation to my mom. She said that that was fine, just that I should be home by 11. So we headed back up the stairs to the main level of the house, and then up another set of stairs to the second level, where the showers were. "What time does that movie start?" Andy asked. "I think there's only a 5:30 show-it's been at the mall for a while, so most people have already seen it." "Well," he said, "we can make it if we hurry. There's just one small problem. I know that we both want to take showers, but our second shower is broken. I haven't had a chance to fix it yet, so there's only the one in my bedroom. And, we won't have time for dinner before the movie if one of us has to wait while the other cleans up, and I'm really hungry. So, would you mind showering together?" This was a dilemma. Andy was being really nice to offer to take me to the movies, but I didn't want him to see me naked. I had become really self-conscious about my dick size-as I said, I was a late developer. Hard, I was only about 4.5 inches. Andy could see the wheels turning in my head. "Come on," he said, "it'll be fine." I let his hand gently steer me toward his bathroom. He turned the water on, and started to strip down. I did the same, slowly pulling off my socks and shoes, then my shorts, leaving me only in my underwear. By that time, Andy was fully naked. His big, 4 inch long dick was hanging low, backed by a set of huge balls. I guess he caught me staring. He looked down at himself, and then over at me, and the very small lump in my underpants. "Hey, man, don't worry about it-everyone grows at different times. Come on, take your underwear off, and let's get clean." So, as he watched, I pulled down my underwear, exposing my small dick. I tried not to appear too self-conscious, but it wasn't working. Both of us stepped into Andy's large, tiled shower stall. He tossed me a bar of soap, and started to lather up. I did the same. "Hey, hold on," Andy said. You're back is really dirty. Let me wash it for you." He came over and ran the soap over my back, rubbing it in with his hands. It was almost like a massage! I stood there, not really knowing what to do. When my back was all clean, he said, "Would you mind washing mine? I can never seem to get it really clean." "Sure," I said. I took the soap in my hand and gave him the same treatment he had given me. However, I found myself getting excited again. I couldn't believe it-I was getting a boner in a shower with another guy! What would he think of me? I tried to hide it, but a hard dick is not easy to conceal. After I was finished cleaning his back, Andy turned around to say thanks. He glanced down, and saw my hardening penis. He got this funny look on his face, and I didn't know what to say, so I said, "I'm sorry, man. Uh, I didn't mean, uhm . . ." He smiled. "Hey, it's ok. Look, man, everyone get's a little excited every once in a while. Look, I am too." He pointed at his own dick, which was hardening. I couldn't believe it. "Showers are usually my prime jack-off time. Do you jack-off?" Now I was really embarrassed. Not only was I in a shower with a small, hard dick, with another guy, but we were talking about jacking-off! I didn't even talk about that with my friends. Everybody always talked about it as though it was the dirtiest and lowest thing you could do. But everyone knew that everyone else did it. But I thought I did it more than most. A day wouldn't go by when I didn't get myself off someway or another-sometimes it was in bed, before I went to sleep, sometimes while browsing the Internet (I had a computer in my room), sometimes while in the shower. But I had never talked about it with anyone else before. I didn't know how to answer. I stalled for as long as I could, and Andy could see that. But then, Andy said, "It's ok. Every guy does it-it's natural. But listen, have you ever jacked off with another man?" I shook my head no. "Listen, it feels awesome. I used to do it all the time with my college buddies." I knew what was coming next, but I had not idea how I would respond. "I'll understand if you say no, but, with Jillian gone and everything, I've been really missing the sex, and I could use a really good hand-job . . . do you want to jack-off together?" The next thing I knew, my mouth was saying the word, "Yes" (sometimes a man's brain really is in his dick), and Andy put some shampoo on both of our hands. We sat down on the bench of the shower, and he showed me how to do it. "Here," he said, "put your arm around me, like this. There you go." My arm was around his broad shoulders, and his was around mine. "That's good. Now, just pretend like you're jacking yourself off, but use my tool instead." He moved his right hand from his side to my thigh, and slowly moved up to my crotch, and my hard dick. Slowly, I did the same. Then, he began playing with my ball sack. I had never felt anything like it before! He knew exactly what to do. I fell into a trance, and mimicked his actions. Pretty soon, we were jacking each other off. But suddenly, he stopped. "Hey man, that's great, but you know what feels even better?" Andy took his hand from my dick, stood up, and then positioned himself in front of me. He knelt down on the shower floor, and engulfed my small dick in his mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening to me! I never even thought that guys gave each other blow jobs. But pretty soon, I wasn't even thinking anymore. Andy's warm, fleshy mouth around my hard dick felt so awesome, I couldn't even think. With one hand, Andy was playing with his own dick, while he held my ballsack in his other. I felt his mustache and stubbly beard scratching against my skin. I grabbed his head with my hands, and started pulling him towards me. I was almost ready to cum, and Andy could tell it. He squeezed my balls tighter, and started sucking really, really hard. He swished his tongue around my piss slit-I had never felt such great feelings! Finally, I jerked, and my cum dribbled out of my dick (I couldn't shoot yet). Even though there wasn't much, Andy swallowed it all. I was exhausted. I had never felt that good in my life! The next thing I knew, Andy was standing up again, with his dick right in my face, jacking himself slowly. I don't know why or how I did it, but I began licking the purple head of his 8 incher, slowly moving down. I almost gagged once or twice, but I got the hang of it. Pretty soon, I almost had his whole shaft in his mouth and down my throat. He, too, was almost there, and he started massaging the back of my neck, while I grabbed his ass cheeks. I felt him shudder, and then it felt as though flood gates had opened in my mouth-wave after wave of cum gushed out of his dick. Blindly, I swallowed as much as I could, not really enjoying the taste, but just trying it out. As the last spurt of cum left his body, Andy reached over, turned off the water, and led me out of the shower. He dried both of us off, and then led me over to his bed. "Thanks," he said. "That was truly awesome. Look, man, I'm really tired now, though, so would you mind if we just stayed here?" "Not at all," I said. Andy got up onto his bed. I got up, too. I couldn't believe what I had just done, but that didn't matter to me then. Andy pulled back the covers, and motioned for me to get in. I did, and we laid down. I woke up an hour or two later, feeling Andy's once again hard dick poking me in the back. I looked down, and I was hard, too. Still dazed from that afternoon's experiences, I got up from the bed, and started to put my briefs back on. Andy woke up. "Where are you sneaking off too?" "Well," I said, "it's almost 7:00, so I thought I'd just go home." "Not when we're still hard, you're not." Andy came over, picked me up, and carried me back into the bathroom. That was the beginning of many fun times we had together that summer.