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The year was 1982, a time of greater innocence then today and for some a time of budding youth. The classic hair-band's such as Motley Crue, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, and KISS ruled the air-waves and Rock and Roll was still considered rebellious and teen driven. Cell phones were non-existent and computers were in their infancy and far too expensive for the average consumer to own for no good reason. The sexual scene was not as conservative as the generation before nor was it nearly as prevalent or open as it is today. Add to this the fact of living in a small rural town in America and you have the act of making out for the first time becoming a big deal in one's life. Scott lived in such a place and time, and his adventures (as he liked to view them) all started from here.
Growing up in a small town has its advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, Scott knew pretty much everyone in town. On the other hand, everyone else knew everyone in town also. This is good when you need to find somebody (in a time pre-cellphones) or borrow a tool that a neighbor might have for work you needed done. However, the amount of people available for exploring one's sexual desires is limited at best. The saying around town was that; "It's a place where you don't lose your girlfriend, you just lose your turn." Said tongue in cheek, it none the less still had a certain amount of truth to it. Thus at the age of 18, Scott's pool of prospects was fairly narrow and not readily available the majority of his youth, resulting in Scott still being a virgin.
There was nothing particularly special about Scott, at least not any more so then most other youthful boys that grow up in the country or on a farm. Chores are a way of life, such as gathering and splitting firewood for the winter, feeding livestock, and maintaining the home and the land while your parents work to pay the bills and raise a family. Consequently, a strong physique is often a result of such living, and Scott was no different. Though he didn't have ripped abs or a body-builders musculature, he was still very toned and athletic. Scott was what some might call "country strong." His reddish-blond curly hair and hazel eyes bespoke of his Norwegian heritage, and though not considered a "dreamboat", he would still be considered easy on the eyes.
It was summer time in the valley, July to be exact. The last summer that himself and his friends would be living with their parents before going to college or making a living somewhere else, be it taking over the farm or finding a job with the mills or factories in the county. Scott lived in a town situated in the Rocky's, a jewel nestled amongst the back drop of majestic snow-covered peaks that seemed to reach toward the heavens on blue sky days such as the one he was experiencing today. School was out, and most all his friends were working summer jobs or helping their parents around their land. Having just chopped and stacked another chord of wood for the wood shed, Scott was taking a breather and enjoying the summer air and sun while he cooled down. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he took a long drink from cold well- fed t garden hose. Gulping profusely, Scott then let the stream of ice-cold water hit his face and ducked his head under, soaking his curly locks and upper torso. Shaking his head and spraying water droplets in a rainbow pattern, he let the hose hit the ground while he went to turn the spigot off.
Having completed his chores early, Scott wondered what to do with the rest of the weekend. Tony and Russ were out of town, and the rest of his usual gang was busy working their summer jobs. Turning the spigot off, he reached over his shoulders and pulled his soaked shirt over his head. Ringing it out, Scott wiped the excess water off his face and damp torso. Maybe I should just "borrow" some of my Dad's Penthouse and Playboy's from under his bed and have fun with myself today, he thought. Thinking about jerking off to some new porno magazines was actually starting to get Scott hard, as his cock began to swell and his blue jeans began to tighten. Rubbing his crotch, he began to fantasize about what he would do if he actually had a girlfriend, like Jules from across the river, or Audrey, his neighbor across the field. Quickly, his cock hardened and unbuttoning his 501 Levi's was his only option if he didn't want to cause some serious harm to himself. Reaching his hand in and pulling out his cock felt so nice, and he hadn't even started really stroking himself yet. Grasping his 6" cock firmly, Scott began to move his hand up and down. His fist did not quite close around his thick member, and as he began to stroke it his cock swelled even bigger and harder. Pre-cum juice was already dripping from the end of his prick, and he used this to rub around his circumcised cock head and lube up his shaft. Thinking of Jules this time (she or Audrey was his favorite fantasies), Scott played out one of his favorite sexual fantasies;
Jules was sitting on the raft across from him as he leisurely rowed down the river on a hot summer day. She looked spectacular with her teal bikini stretched taut around her womanly curves. Through his sunglasses, Scott again assessed the statuesque like figure in front of him. Jules had raven black hair that flowed nearly down to her waist. She must have been growing that from birth to get it that long, he thought. Her waist flared out with bubble shaped hips that held the strings up on her bikini and made Scotts mouth water with the desire to set his lips and teeth to the area and nibble his way to her cheeks and cleft below. Gazing up, he took in her C-sized chest. As the wind blew up river, her nipples perked up and stretched the fabric, riding high enough to appear to be pointing directly at his eyes. There was nothing petite about Jules, as she was cast from the ancient legends of Amazon women. Nearly 6 feet tall, her figure still maintained the classic hour-glass look of a full figured Goddess. Her face sported the cutest dimpled chin, combined with the high cheek-bones of Native Americans. Her brown eyes were always direct and filled with mischievous laughter; as if she understood a joke you did not. In short, there was not a part of her that Scott did not want to explore with every part of his own body, be it mind, mouth, hands, or cock.
Scott's hand began to quicken its pace as he stroked his cock more urgently. Gathering himself, he backed up to the picnic table in the front yard and leaned back to free himself more for his growing need. With his pants nearly down to his knees, Scott resumed his fantasy;
Jules reached into the cooler and brought out a couple of beers. Handing one over, she cracked her own and took a long pull off the bottle. Her lips looked wet and plump wrapped around the end, and Scott couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like around his manhood. Setting her beer down, Jules pulled her own sunglasses down her nose and peered at him with nymph- like eyes;
"So, are you staring at my tits or at my legs?"
Nearly choking on his beer, Scott sputtered; "Well...sorry, but a little of both."
Jules laughed. "Fair is fair"; she said, "I guess I was just wondering because I see you must be thinking of something." Unabashedly she then stared straight at Scott's crotch. Looking down he noticed his hard-on poking a tent in his shorts. Turning a little red, he said; "Sorry again", chuckling slightly, "It is what happens when I am faced with staring at a goddess all day." Shit, he thought. That was a little lame, but he was new at this. But seeing as it was his fantasy, Jules seemed to take it in stride.
"So, is that going to get in the way of rowing us through the rapids?" The twinkle in her eye only gleamed brighter.
Feeling braver, Scott replied; "Not if I do something about it first."
"Oh, and what would you do?"
"Wouldn't you like to know!"
"Yes, I would ...please?...would you show me?"
Holy shit! Scott thought, is she serious? His cock having only been half hard was now a full raging boner.
Figuring he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, Scott set the oars aside and reached for his shorts to pull them down. Taking his time and keeping his eye on Jules he at first pretended to start to slide his shorts toward his knees. Watching her intently, he lightly and jokingly said; "Well, if you insist."
Jules stared straight at his crotch, never letting her eyes leave the spot. The twinkle in her eyes seemed to have turned to something else, something more carnal, needier.
"Yes, I insist, and if I get the say, then you will keep going."
Scott let out a little groan, and had to concentrate not to shoot off right then...
Leaning even farther back on the picnic table, Scott began to jerk his cock in earnest. Concentrating on just the head of his prick, he moved his fist rapidly up and down in short, firm strokes. His climax began to build in the pit of his stomach and expanded to his groin and throughout his body. Visibly shaking, he was quickly coming to the point of no return, and he knew he probably wouldn't even make it through the whole fantasy before squirting all over himself, he was that horny.
Suddenly, he heard the phone ringing.
Damn it, he thought, not now!
Unfortunately no one else was at home, which is the reason he felt comfortable enough to masturbate out in the yard in plain view. But it also meant that no one else was there to answer the phone call which could be important, as it could be his parents or some other member of the family needing something. His parents had not bothered with an answering machine and the house was his responsibility while they were away. Summoning all the strength of will that he could, Scott let loose of his cock and quickly headed toward the house. Grabbing his pants, he stumbled and hopped his way along till he could set his clothes straight and pull his pants up enough to actually start running. Sliding to a halt at the rotary phone on the wall, Scott snatched it off the wall and blurted a sharp "Hello."
"Hey Scott, this is Audrey. You sound a little out of breath. You okay?"
Taking a nearby chair, Scott sat so that his pants wouldn't fall off and cradled the phone on his shoulder against his ear as he began to readjust himself.
"Hiya Aud, sorry I was outside doing chores and had to make the run to catch the phone."
"Oh, I see," she giggled.
Audrey was a near negative image of Jules. Where Jules was tall, Audrey was short, maybe 5 foot 3 inches. Where Jules had long dark hair, Audrey had short wavy blonde hair only to her shoulders. Where Jules was made from the Amazon women of old, Audrey was more petite and feminine in appearance. The one thing they shared was a type of tom-boy attitude. Both had grown up with a large family of brothers, and in their shared youth with Scott and his friends, hunting, fishing, and wrestling around in the yard with the other boys was no strangeness to them. They not only enjoyed such activities back then, they were quite adept at holding their own. It was only in the last few years as the whole gang matured that the wrestling began to be frowned upon by the parents, and looked upon as something more than child's play.
