Josh & Adam: the Hayloft Summer

Shepard's Mill in the summer is the nicest time, and it's good to be home. I'm Josh, now 22, who was 19 when I got back from my first year at State College, and back in my small town. This is the story of my college roommate and myself in that summer.

My plan was to goof off for a bit, then look for a job. Not a lot of places for jobs here, so I figured the typical waiting tables or house painting or something random like that. But first a few days to chill.

I learned a lot in my first year, and most of that was what I couldn't tell a living soul in this town. I discovered internet porn on my mobile phone, and more than that, found out something that I hadn't had enough time to think about in the last weeks of the terms.

My roommate Adam was from a town 30 minutes away. We got along great and he wasn't the problem. It was me. I found out I got turned on watching men cum, from online porn videos. But what happened after that was something I hoped Adam would never find out, and still felt guilty about.

I had come back to the dorm early one morning and found he left tissues he had jerked off in on his bed. All I can say is the smell of his cum was like a sexual awakening. I breathed in his man scents as I fantasized him lying in his dorm bed jerking off, his spurts of cum in the tissue inches from my noise. I was consumed with desire and jerked off to an incredible climax smelling his scent.

I quickly left the room before he got back, making sure he couldn't tell anyone had been there. After that there was an agony of guilt and self-doubt. I made it through finals, and as far as I knew, Adam had no idea of my secret.

Now at home for a week, I had kind of eased in to my previous home life. I had avoided my online porn viewing and jerked off in a desultory way, just to relive the pressure, not to embrace lustful desires.

One morning at breakfast my dad mentioned he saw Joe Bramlett in town. The Bramlett's were neighbors, having a farm nearby. Old man Bramlett had rented out his arable land years ago, and had since passed away. His wife, who had kept the house and some old barns and out buildings had passed away herself last spring. Her son Joe, who had moved away a long time ago was back to clean up the house and the land to sell.

Dad said Joe was looking for some help cleaning out the house and thought it would be good for a strong college boy like you. I agreed to talk to him, as it would be perfect, nearby, cash probably and pretty flexible.

I went over to the farm the next morning. We agreed to a plan, start with the house, he would tag the items, goodwill, trash, auction, family, etc., and I would get them moved and transported accordingly. He suggested if I had a friend, it would be best, as he really didn't want to do any of the work himself, and one person couldn't clear the furniture themselves.

I instantly though of Adam, my college roommate. I knew he didn't have a job lined up, and this would be a good turn to get him some cash.

I called him that afternoon, and we agreed to meet Joe at the house the next morning. I gave him directions to my house; he would pick me up and I would show him the way to the farm house.

Next morning, I was just finishing breakfast and the doorbell rang. My mom got it and said, "Oh, you must be Adam, Josh has told us all about you."

I guess moms have a build in function to make their kids cringe. I got up and shook his hand. He looked great. He is a bit taller than me, dark hair and eyes, where I am fair and hazel eyes. We both hadn't gone too much to the freshmen 15. "Great to see you", I said, "Want a cup of coffee before we head over?"

"Thanks, no. I'm all set."

I told mom not to wait dinner, as I was not sure when we would get done.

Once in the car, I felt a little awkward. I still had some guilt about my perversion. "How are you? Nice to be home after finals week?"

Adam laughed, "Oh, after a year at college Jenksville seems a bit too small for me now."

"I know what you mean, but it is comfortable for me here. The last few weeks at school were tough. I can clear my head a bit here."

As I directed him to the house, I realized how much I missed him. It felt good to be near him. I promised myself I wouldn't do anything ever again to screw up our friendship.

We met with Joe and got our orders. The house was large, and jammed with more than a century of knickknacks, ancient furniture, fancy plates, glasses and everything no longer fashionable.

Joe had started to tag what he wanted done with the stuff, so we cleared areas, moving stuff around into groups. The day flew by. Joe took a look at what we had accomplished and said we were doing a great job. He proposed getting the house cleared, the out buildings, pull saplings from the overgrown garden and till it, and a list of things. "I think I can get you work all summer here."

"That's great, Thanks." I said

Adam looked at me and said "I'm not sure about the whole summer. It is a bit of a drive and my car isn't that great".

I explained to Joe, "He lives in Jenksville."

Joe thought for a minute. "I think you guys can do a good job for me, and I want to try and get you hired. How about I let Adam stay in the out building with the hayloft. It was the farm hands rooms and has beds, electricity and still should have running water with a shower and toilet." You can stay for nothing while you are working, no one's using it and if it helps you out, great."

I looked at Adam, and he looked at me. "Thanks Mr. Bramlett, that's a great idea. I can go home weekends, but during the week stay here. I think we have a deal."

So began the Hayloft Summer.

It took three weeks to clear the farm house. We rented a truck to take the heavy stuff to its destination, and cleaned and washed the inside and outside. Joe was happy and though it was hard work, it was nice working together. I felt completely comfortable now with Adam. My little peccadillo was behind me as they say.

Adam had cleared enough of the rooms in the hayloft building to be a small, clean space for him. Sometimes we got take out and ate there, or I made a deal with my mom that I would buy groceries if Adam could come over for dinner every once in a while. Usually, each night I was pretty tired, and after dinner, a quick shower and a sound sleep.

It was time to actually tackle the hayloft. It was the top floor, and had a large sliding door and a hoist facing the drive. There hadn't been any hay in the loft for years. But what was there was thick with dust and heavy. Marble wash stands, gigantic wardrobes, you name it, it was stashed up there and all had to come out.

We started Monday morning. By ten o'clock we were drenched in sweat. Adam took off his shirt. "I'm sticking to my clothes I'm so sweaty."

His naked torso sent a pang through me. I thought I was over this I thought to myself.

"Take your shirt off before you melt," he laughed. "Come on Josh." He started to unbuckle his pants. "My jeans are soaked too." He kicked his shoes off and pants, leaving him in white jockeys.

He came over to where I was standing and grabbed the bottom edge of my T-Shirt and pulled up.

"Doesn't that feel better? Some breeze will cool you off faster with bare skin."

I was frozen. I couldn't help look at the jockeys. He had been sweating, and the wet white fabric was nearing see through.

"And now the pants. Don't think I am going to be here all by myself with no pants." He stood in front of me, and unbuckled my belt. "Take your shoes off." He commanded.

I kicked my sneakers off. His hands unzipped me. I knew my cock was already at attention, but I was frozen, I couldn't move. His hands on my hips pulled my pants down.

"Lift your leg, let me get this side off. Ok, now the other."

I dumbly obeyed.

My briefs had a giant tent in them. There was no hiding my erection.

"Doesn't that feel better?" He stood up facing me. "You've got cobwebs in your hair. Look at yourself in that mirror."

There was a large mirror we had leaned against the wall. I turned around to see. I really was a sight to see. I had streaks of dust in rivulets on my face and my hair was a mass of cobwebs. Seeing myself in my tented briefs next to Adam looking relaxed and just so sexy standing there sent another wave of adrenaline through me.

"I think we should probably shower some of this dust off." Adam took my hand and lead me to the shower. It was an old fashion bathtub with a big ring above the center of the tub as the shower. It was in a tile alcove with the old time black and white tile floor.

He helped me into the tub, standing next to him. He turned the water on. "I managed to get the hot water working again, but it doesn't last long". He had brought soap from home and was lathering up his hands. The warm water splashed across my face, then over my shoulder, my torso, thighs and legs. Adam said "Turn around," and faced me to the wall. I felt his soapy hands on the back of my neck, moving down my chest, my abdomen, and rest on the top elastic edge of my briefs.

He stood behind me, pressing up against my body as his soapy hands slid over me. I felt his fingers on my nipples, tweaking them. I gasped. His hands continued all over my chest, then hips, then I felt his thumbs hook in the elastic of my briefs. Before I could say anything, I felt them slide down, and my cock sprung out.

His soapy hand now found my aching member. He was pressed up against me, I realized he too had lost his briefs, and it was his naked cock pressed up against my bare bottom.

One hand on my balls massaging them and one on my shaft, tugging gently. He whispered in my ear, "Remember May 18th, a Tuesday?"

I murmured "No."

"It was a special day for me and I think for you too."

I suddenly understood. Tuesdays last semester I had the early class, and he didn't.

"You didn't know I came back. When I opened the door, I almost said "Hi", but saw what you were doing. Your eyes were closed and you were so deep in to what you were doing you didn't hear the door open."

Adam continued, "I didn't mean to leave the tissues there, and came back when I remembered. I never expected you there first. But when I heard your moaning, and seeing how hard you were jerking yourself off, I realized that we had a lot in common."

His hands lightly caressed each part of me, then returned again to the cock. I squirmed under his touch; it was almost more I could take. My balls were tight and aching.

He whispered, "What you don't know is that morning I was masturbating thinking of you."

He turned me around. Pulling me close against him, his lips pressed up against mine. He turned the water off. We were naked, my arms wrapped around him pulling him tight against me. His kisses continued, my lips, my neck, my nipples, down my chest and abdomen to where my pubic hair began.

He was on his knees now. My eyes were closed, my balls so full and aching my inner thighs were aching, and my cock, my cock was aching unlike it had ever ached before.

I felt his breath on me first, then a velvet heat surrounding my tip, a swirling dream, pleasure that made me gasp out loud.

My hands went down to caress his head. Holding it, feeling it move back and forth as he continued to suck me.

"I I I, oh God, Ahhhhhh," I could not hold it any longer. "Oh God, Oh God", I managed to say as my balls unloaded in pulse after pulse.

I was trembling as he stood up. I held on to him and he kissed my lips, my salty cum on his lips, nuzzling me, softly rubbing his cum slick lips on mine.

Adam looked up from kissing me. "Now is time for something I have been waiting for since that day." We got out of the tub and he walked me over to the bed. It was a rough frame bed, and the mattress a bit lumpy, but the sheets were fresh and clean and heaven was waiting for us there.

He sat down on the mattress and left me standing. He then lay back, and I realized what he wanted. It was what I wanted too. To bury my face in his manly pubes, drink deep the smell of his manhood, and finally taste the juice of our mutual passion.

I knelt down. "I don't really know how to do this," I faltered, "I want it to be good for you but don't know how".

"Just see what happens, I didn't know what I was doing either and it seemed to come up alright". Adam's smile was all I needed. It would be ok.

I took a tentative lick at his tip. This was his taste. I had tossed and turned unable to sleep properly for weeks thinking about him, and now he was before me, a tender fruit to suckle and savor.

I let my lips slide down over his tip. It was silky smooth yet solid. I could feel his precum leak on my tongue, salty but somehow just right. I tried getting more of his cock in my mouth. It felt so large, I was afraid I'd gag and pulled my mouth off a bit. Keeping just the tip in my mouth I explored his balls, the skin had the wrinkled surface when they are tight. I squeezed them and I tried sucking the tip. Keeping my mouth on his tip and learning how my tongue could slide over it, I moved my hand to his shaft. He seemed thicker than how my cock felt. I couldn't really tell, but it felt good holding his cock in my hand while I practiced sucking his tip.

I became aware of his moans, I had been so focused on learning to suck, I hadn't really paid attention to what was happening. I realized each tongue swirl made him gasp, like I had. I was so pleased to think the pleasure he gave me, was something I could do for him.

I tried again to get more in my mouth. Pushing down as far as I could, I now grabbed his balls.

He seemed to just make a gargling sound, then I felt the balls really tighten, and the spasm happened. I thought I would drown, he came so hard. I pulled back my head to try and catch a breath. I was gasping as I felt his sperm fire into my face. Hot from deep in his body, it came in a force. Blasting me, my eyes, my hair, my chin, all over.

I crawled into the bed with him. I just wanted to hold him, be close and feel his body next to me.

I don't know how long we were asleep, but I woke up with a start. We couldn't be found like this if Joe or anybody else decided to check up on us.

We quickly showered and got our pants and shoes on. Working shirtless, we started getting the hayloft clear.

Stay tuned for part three of the Hayloft Summer.