I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!
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My cheeks are still flushed when I get on the bus. Not that I ran to catch it... I was even ahead of schedule. But I took advantage of this advance to leaf through the porn magazines at the Montpellier station kiosk.
I hesitated for a long time between a straight magazine whose central file showed a beautiful blonde who was fucked in all positions by 2 young studs with competition cocks and a gay magazine but with smaller photos. The cashier didn't seem to like it, so I slipped the straight magazine into the day's paper and, blushing, paid and joined my bus for the Larzac.
At the end of this sophomore year, I will work for 6 weeks, until the end of July, with my grandfather who raises sheep up there.
At the end of the 70s, we didn't have the internet: no site where you could see porn videos galore, no Literotica to fantasize about sex!
I think I did well to take the hetero magazine, because if someone finds it, it's still less embarrassing than if it only sees cocks! Especially since I even don't really know myself what I am.
At 19, I'm still a virgin. I am very intimidated by girls. I started thinking that I could be attracted to guys when I went to college. I still have a lot of trouble with my dick continuing to look down when I meet my buddies in the showers...
One of the times when I can really give it all its freedom is when we get out of our beds in the morning in the dorm: we all have raging erections and... it's nature! I also found myself a few times in the changing rooms of the college swimming pool when the water polo team finished its training: it brings together the most handsome guys in college and they are very daring. It's not uncommon for them to have contests for the biggest dick. And they really don't mind to become the attraction of the whole locker room. We easily all have our young cocks standing up, at full stretch!
I isolate myself several times a day to jerk off in the toilet, scrolling through my head the images of all these cocks at attention swinging before my eyes! I don't know if I'm really gay or not. But in any case it makes me quickly send my cum...
"There you are at last, my boy! But, my God, you have grown again, but you are going to have to eat a little more to muscle up this big body!" My grandfather tells me when the bus arrived.
He was waiting for me impatiently, because, he explains to me during the 10 miles drive that takes us to his farm, "Just imagine that this year, Pedro didn't come like the other years. There is of course Paulo his eldest son who came, but he, the father, was replaced by his second son, Raimondo, who has just turned 18... These 2 boys, they are strong, but still less enduring than their father!"
I listen vaguely, trying to remember Pedro and Paolo, whom I must have met during the weekend when I came last summer for the wedding of a distant cousin... But everything is a little fuggy in my mind...
My grandfather continues, "We started making hay 4 days ago and it feels good to have such good weather! You're going to have a job all 3. You're young, you're strong: I'm going to let you take care of the hay together. I will myself take care of the sheep and the last births of lambs. This year, I have 217 ewes and already 380 lambs, but I expect another thirty! You'll have to produce a lot of hay for the winter!"
He laughs heartily. Me too, even if harvesting hay for so many sheep is going to be a lot of work!
My grandfather's farm is located a few kilometers after the Larzac military camp and the only road to get there passes in front of the entrance to this camp. When we pass by my grandfather makes a sign to the young soldiers on duty and says to me, "You remember that we have to be discreet about our Spaniards. I'm still friend with the colonel, but since they're illegal, it's best not to talk too much about them. Besides, they know very well that they shouldn't leave our farm... You'll see, they're very nice boys. Besides, I thought it would be better for you if you moved in with them in the little house behind the sheepfold..."
We finally arrive at the farm. My grandfather pours me a glass of his wine, chilled. It feels good. Then he says to me, "Go and settle in your room. We'll eat a little and we will join the Spaniards in the field at 1 p.m.
The hut consists of a single room, where there are 4 beds for 1 person. Old metal beds like in the army (my grandfather got them from the army camp!). Opposite each bed, a small rickety wardrobe. The 2 brothers have visibly settled on the 2 beds at the end of the room. As I do not know them yet, I settle on the one closest to the entrance. I empty my bag and put my belongings in my wardrobe and ... hide my magazine under my mattress!
The meal with my grandfather is fast and we quickly join Paulo and Raimondo. Like us, they have the season's outfit: simple shorts, because it's extremely hot! My grandfather re-explains to me how to drive the tractor, but I still remember it: the reflexes come back quickly.
When my grandfather leaves, the 3 of us decide to take a little break to drink some water. The bottles are kept in the small river that borders the field. It is fed by a nearby source and is very fresh! That allows me to chat a little with the 2 brothers: they are very friendly, speak French quite well, even if they lack a few words...