(Note from the author. This story is based on a true experience. All names and places have been changed and any similarity is strictly coincidental. There is more to the story if I get some positive feed back. Enjoy.)
Just after my 18th birthday my family moved to a small farm in the middle of nowhere in early spring. I'd led an extremely sheltered life, forbidden to discuss sex, let alone experiment with it. It was not much of a problem at that time because I had few friends and none of them female. Let's just say that I was extremely naive. The closest I'd come to getting intimate was the pictures from the magazines that I jacked off to. I'd always been a very sexual person and it was not unusual at all for me to jack off two or three times a day if given the opportunity.
About two months after moving there, one of the local farmers stopped by and asked if I needed some work. He told me I would have to work hard to build up my 130 pound skinny body.
He told me to show up at 6 the next morning which I did. At first, I was just moving stuff in a wheelbarrow but then I helped clean out the barn. I was working in jeans with my shirt off when he came over and smiled at me. His big hand wrapped around my arm as he squeezed it. " You are too skinny David. I will help you get big muscles.
We worked side by side most of the time, or at the very least in the same area. He was fair, though a hard driving boss and he expected a days work for a days pay. We were sitting on a log one day at the edge of the hay field when he felt my arm. He shook his head. "Work harder, David, do more lifting." I nodded, knowing that although my arms were getting much stronger, I had a long way to go. It was the first time he had really touched me and the warmth of his hand felt good on my arm.
He liked the way I worked and one hot day he took me to his favorite place. We pulled up under a stand of butternut trees along the bank of the Brandywine and he jumped out of the truck, telling me to follow him. By the time I caught up with him, he was stripped down to his briefs and those were on their way down.
His body was amazing. Not body builder amazing but hard and lean. When his cock slipped out of his shorts I almost choked. It was nearly nine inches and thick. It made my puny six inch cock look stupid. It had to be at least two inches around compared to my just barely inch and a half. He asked if I was going swimming, indicating a wide area in the stream. Without waiting for my reply, he jumped in and swam from one end of the area to the other and back again, then climbed out. I finally cleared my head and began stripping. When I bent to pull off my briefs, I noticed that he had been watching me the whole time. I hurried through the strip and jumped into the water as the cold liquid pulled my nuts into my body and my cock disappeared. I yelled and scrambled out while he laughed at me. As he walked back to the bank, I noticed that his cock was now erect and it looked even bigger. We swam for a few minutes, then returned to the work of putting up some new fences.
Things started getting interesting about a month later.
The day was hot and muggy and we'd started at six in the morning. By eleven I was tired and soaked with sweat, my hair was matted to my head. We were repairing fences near the swimming hole when suddenly he stopped and wiped his forehead with his bandana that he always carried in his back pocket.
:"Enough work for today," he declared. "We swim now."
He didn't have to ask twice. By the time I got to the swimming hole, my tee shirt was off and my jeans were ready to drop. I stripped and jumped into the water, then climbed up the ladder that I had salvaged from an old grain truck. Nailed to what was left of an old tree, was a wooden box with a sheet of rubber over it to keep it dry. In the box, he kept a box that held sunburn cream and first aid cream, skin lotion, and some unmarked tubes. In another part of the box he had a coffee can that held soap and shampoo, and a wash cloth and a sponge were wrapped in a mesh bag that was hanging from the bottom of the box so they could dry between sessions of swimming.
I grabbed the soap and sponge and proceeded to scrub the sand and dirt from my body, paying special attention to my cock and ass. I suddenly realized that he was naked and was just sitting on his shirt which was spread out over the sand bed we put there so we didn't have to sit on the dirt and grass. I wondered how long he'd been there and then I saw cum on the end of his cock as he held it in his hand. No big deal. Like I said, I do it all the time so why shouldn't he? I jumped back in the water and swam upstream and floated down. I guess I'd done that five or six times when I saw some movement and looked up just as he came again. The head of his circumcised cock was dark purple with the white cum still bubbling from the end. He jumped into the water, climbed out and indicated he wanted to use my soap. I nodded and threw it to him, then watched as he scrubbed himself. He took a long time on his cock and ass before jumping in to rinse off, then climb out again.
That was all I could think about when I got home, thinking about his hand milking the fluid from the end of that magnificent cock. It was enough for me to jack off thinking about it and again when I was lying in bed. Gently fondling my cock until it wouldn't be denied and I wound up whipping it into a frenzy.
After that, when we went to the swimming hole, we would frequently swim together for a couple of laps and then he'd go sit down and bring himself off as he watched me. My arms and legs were getting quite muscular and my body was toned and tanned by then.
We were replacing a gate one day that one of the bulls had mangled when he called a break. We each had a thermos of his wife's lemonade. He called her momma all the time. I'd begun doing it too and she like it when I did. Leaning against the old walnut tree nearby, we sipped our lemonade in silence for a few minutes.
"David do you masturbate?" he asked. I almost choked on my lemonade. Where did that come from?
"Yeah, some," I replied
"How much?" he asked
