The hot sex with Bud started because he and I lived on adjoining farms in the southern U.S. Bud and his family raised cattle. My family and I, mostly I, as a teenager, raised pigs. Both of our families raised crops of corn, hay, oats to feed the cattle and pigs, and garden crops for our own sustenance. Bud had a brother and three sisters. I had only one brother. Both my parents worked, so my brother and I were alone a lot on the farm at home. Bud was in his 20s. I was sure younger than him when Bud started introducing me to sex.
The first instances were in my breeding my sow pigs with a boar hog, and Bud breeding cattle - his family's cows with a bull or by artificial insemination. As adjoining farmers we helped each other with those and other chores. Bud made some interesting comments when he helped me bring my sows to a boar. As we watched the pigs breed Bud asked me about my sexual experiences. I told him since I was just a kid I had no sexual experiences. He asked, "None, you have had no sexual experiences? You don't even jack off?" I was not sure what he meant, but I said, "No."
Later when we were attending to his cows being bred by a bull, he asked me if I had started jacking off yet. Still, I did not know what he meant, so I said, "No," again. Even later I was helping him breed a cow by artificial insemination. He asked me if I would like to fuck the cow. I told him no and added that seemed a gross thought. He laughed and said it would really be fun, feel real good.
Another time while artificially breeding some cows his youngest brother and sister were helping us. He coaxed his sister into letting him fuck her since she seemed excited by the work with the cow. After he fucked his sister, he showed her how to suck, first her younger brother's cock, then his. Demonstrating how to suck for his sister, Bud sucked his brother. Then he had her do it to their younger brother and to him. Again, he asked me about sex - jacking off, and if I wanted to fuck his sister, her suck me, me suck or fuck his brother. Excited some but still too young and afraid of being caught or something else bad happening, I declined all of Bud's offers.
That was the background when Bud asked me one day if I would like to go camping and hunting with him. Both of us were a year older. I was xx. I enjoyed hunting, had my own guns - a 16-gauge shotgun, .22-caliber rifle, and a .38 caliber revolver. I also enjoyed camping, often alone, and had my own camping equipment - tent, sleeping bag, cooking and eating utensils. Although old enough to be on my own, I still lived with my parents. So I got permission to go camping and hunting over a long weekend with Bud, and they arranged for my younger brother to stay with an uncle and aunt.
On a Thursday afternoon, with no commitments off the farm for me on Friday or the coming Monday, Bud and I took our guns and gear and hiked into the woods behind our farms. We went to a nice cleared site by a creek that I had used before. We set up our campsite, erecting the tent and laying out our sleeping bags, digging a hole in the ground and surrounding it with rocks for a campfire. We hunted until near dark, taking several squirrels, some rabbits and quail. Back at the campsite we cleaned the game, secured some in a waterproof can and put it in the creek to keep the meat cool and edible for the next few days. We cooked some for our dinner that evening.
After dinner we washed the cooking and eating utensils in the creek and bathed together naked. While we were washing the utensils and especially while bathing together I noticed Bud's cock was bigger than mine by a couple or more inches and it got hard too. I was sneaking glances at him, but he was staring at my naked body openly. With the stimulation of the hunt, the good meal, bathing naked together, and despite my lack of experience with sex yet, or maybe because of it, I got hard too.
We went into the tent together, still naked, but I intended to wear my underwear - shorts and a t-shirt - for sleeping. As I knelt in the tent taking my underclothes out of my backpack with my back turned to Bud, I felt him touch my buttcheeks. I turned around and sat on my sleeping bag, still naked and my cock half hard then erecting again. I covered my crotch, my hard cock with my hands. Bud sat on his sleeping bag too; his cock exposed and erect, sticking up from a thick, wiry patch of pubic hairs above his cock, a trail of hairs running up to his navel, to his hairy chest. His legs were crossed and open, his muscular, hairy thighs framing his stiff cock that arched up in its hardness. A little pearl of clear liquid glistened at the slit in the center of his thick mushroom-shaped crown.
"Have you enjoyed the afternoon?" Bud asked me.
"Yes, I have," I answered innocently.
"Would you like to have some more fun?" he asked.
"Well yes I expect we will," I answered, thinking of the next four days of doing the things I liked - hunting, maybe fishing some in the creek, and camping out, sleeping under the stars.
"You expect we will?" he asked with a sly grin.
"Yes, I expect so."
"Why?" he asked. "How?"
"Hunting, fishing, camping out together," I answered him, again innocently.
"Sure," he said, "but we can have even more fun than that.
"How?" I asked.
