Josh and Adam: Hayloft Summer Pt 4
I'm Josh and 22 now. This is the story of my summer after my first year of college. I'm from a small town, Shepard's Mill, and met my roommate at school for the first time. He was from a nearby small town too.
I was 19, a virgin, and school was all a bit new. I learned a lot that first year. Especially that I discovered porn on my mobile phone, and that I seemed to get off best watching guys cum. It was a guilty secret, and I had an even deeper secret. See Part 1 for the details.
Now home for the summer, I got a job clearing an old farm and out buildings for a neighbor who wanted to sell the property after his parents had passed.
I enlisted my college roommate Adam to help. Joe Bramlett, the owner, said Adam could stay in the Farm Hand's rooms in the Hayloft while working this summer.
So began our Hayloft summer.
It was just a sudden thing that opened us to our sexual yearning for each other, and now we had some time to start to explore.
I'd go to the farm each morning and we would work on a section clearing it. This week we were clearing the over grown garden when we ended up naked in each other arms. I had to get back home, but now I was back, Wednesday morning.
It was a dark and stormy day, every summer has them. So, working clearing the garden was out.
The farm house had a basement, and it was the repository for what seemed like acres of shelves of preserved fruit and veg. Mason jars with illegible labels and filed with floating blobs of matter. It all had to be carried up the steep, narrow cellar steps and loaded in the truck to take to the dump.
If you have never lifted a case of full quart mason jars, you wouldn't know how heavy they are. It is quite a workout carry them up the stairs. We were going to load them on the truck backed up to the door, but the dark sky had decided otherwise.
A crack of lighting announced the start of a downpour.
Thunder rolled, and lightning flashed. Then the lights went out.
"Check the fuse box," Adam pointed to the painted over metal panel on the wall near the cellar door.
It was the old-style screw in fuses with little glass windows. "I can't tell if they're good our not."
Adam came over and used his phone flashlight to peer into the box. "It doesn't look like any have popped. There aren't the burn marks on the glass I'd would expect."
"Maybe it hit a transformer along the road." I looked out the window towards the hayloft. "We can see if there is power over there. We can't really work in the cellar with now with no lights."
The rain was coming in in gusts. If we timed it right, we would get wet but not soaked.
"Let's run now!!" Adam took off, me following him.
Our plan to not get soaked did not exactly work out. By them time we arrived at the hayloft, we were drenched.
"Damn, no power here either. A pole must have been hit." There was an old washer and dryer in the farm hand's kitchen area, we used it to do our clothes as they got filthy cleaning out each day. But with no power, we would need to take them off and see if they air dried. Adam had a bunch of clothes there, and I would bring a change of clothes so I could go home clean each night.
"Let's get these wet clothes off and hung up." Adam peeled his shirt off.
The site of Adams naked torso went through me, our sexual explorations started like this. I was a bit embarrassed, as my cock was straining at my shorts. I didn't want Adam to think I was hoping for something.
"Come on, get out of those wet clothes Josh." Adam, naked, standing there so perfect.
I pulled my shirt off, then I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my shorts. It was like a slow-motion strip tease. I knew my cock would be at attention and straining my briefs.
His cock was semi-erect, it was thick and stubby, not a grower like mine. I was a good 7", but thin with a mushroom head. It had a curve up when erect and now was in its glory.
I felt strange revealing myself like this to him. Before he was the one to strip me, which felt so good, and now I was making myself naked, and embarrassed by being hard.
"Someone looks like they aren't thinking about preserved vegetables right now," Adam laughed.
"I can't help it. I can't" I almost cried.
"Mmmm baby, its ok." He came over to me, held my cock in one hand and embraced me with the other. He kissed me. "You're cute when you are horny."
I felt his cock slowly grow and press against me.
I reached out to hold it. We kissed and slowly stroked each other. The rain drumming on the room made me feel like we were on a different world, just us, only us.
"Let's go to bed." Adam turned, and took my hand to lead me upstairs.
The sound of the rain was louder up here. Coming in gusts, drumming hard against the roof, then slight relief, then hard again.
He got me to lay down in bed, then said" Scrunch over, I'm getting in."
But he got in the wrong way, his feet at my head.
"Slide a bit down." He commanded.
It took me a minute to realize what was happening. I knew what "69" was with a girl and a guy, but I had not realized two guys could to it as well.
I slid down. His cock was in front of me. I had learned to suck his cock from our first meeting (Pt 2), But I was still a little unsure about what I was doing. I put the tip inside my mouth and tasted his precum. His taste was like a drug. It filled me with desire to feel his sperm explode in my mouth.
Then I felt his mouth on my cock. Surrounding it with velvety hotness.
We soon fell into a rhythm with the rain, hard and fast, then slow down. It felt as if I was sucking my own cock, as each move I made on Adams's was duplicated by him on me. Not by any arrangement, but we naturally fell into the patterns.
The storm was moving close, the raining pounding the roof harder. I felt we were all connected, the incessant flow of the storm moving through our bodies as we sucked each other.
We were almost in a frenzy, when the storm let loose a clap of thunder directly above us. It reverberated through our bodies and we both unleashed our pent-up loads into each other's mouths.
Adam gushed and gushed, hot salty sperm in throb after thob. I couldn't take it all and let go and gasped for air.
I realized my own cock was throbbing as well. And Adam had let go as well.
He swiveled around so we were facing and we kissed. Our cum covered lips sliding across each other's, our tongue's tentatively exploring each other. Our cock juices mixing on our tastebuds and smells of sex in our nose.
We fell asleep, holding each other, as the rain drummed.
We couldn't have been asleep too long, when we woke up the storm had passed and the sun was out.
We showered and when downstairs to the kitchen. It seemed the lights were back on, so we started the dryer to get our clothes dry.
We had a quick lunch and by then clothes were dry enough to put on and finish cleaning out the cellar. Five o'clock came, and I went back to my house, leaving Adam to fix his dinner by himself.
The next morning was back to summer sunny weather. Joe Bramlett worked during the week, but would come down on the week end, when we were not there, to see our progress and leave our checks for the week with a list of what he wanted done. This week he had left several 5-gallon buckets of paint and a bunch of supplies so we could paint some of the inside rooms of the farm house. Though we washed the walls, they were still dingy, probably hadn't been painted in 20 years.
So, our job today was the dining room. We moved most of the furniture out before, but there was a dining room table he wanted left. We got a drop cloth and got it covered. Then we used tape and newspapers to cover the floor by the walls.
