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Something came over me as we sat there
together, a
restless, unsettling urge, that had become all too familiar.
I found myself suggesting that we go swimming in the creek.
Tom looked at me like I was crazy.
"Go swimming in there?" he laughed. "The water can't
be
more than a couple of feet deep."
I had waded in the stream many times, and I knew he was
right. But in truth, swimming was the last thing on my mind.
What I really wanted was to get him out of his clothes, to
see him naked again, to see his velvety smooth body, and big
cock up close.
"Come on," I insisted, refusing to give up easily.
"It's be fun just sitting in the cool water."
I didn't wait for a yes, no or maybe. I stood up,
pulled off my shirt and yanked down my pants. Tom leaned
back on his elbows, watching me undress.
"Are you coming?" I asked, taking off my underwear.
Tom's eyes dropped to admire my semi-erect cock but he didn't
budge. He just watched as I waded out to the middle of the
creek and sat down in the cool current.
The crispness of the stream was exhilarating.
Beneath the glistening, reflective surface of the water, my
ball-sac shrunk around my nuts, pulling them against my body
to escape the cold. But my cock continued to expand. I
stretched out, face up, arching my back to expose my raging
manhood to Tom's inquisitive eyes.
The current parted into a vee as it flowed around my
erect dick and splashed over the tight wrinkled flesh of my
balls. I looked back at Tom sitting alone on the bank.
Slowly he rose to his feet. A twinge of excitement tingled
in my thighs as he took off his shirt. When he reached to
unfasten his pants, my cock quivered with joy.
Tom took one final, cautious look around as if to make
absolutely certain we were along before revealing himself.
Convinced of our seclusion, he stripped naked. His
magnificent prick stood at full attention, swaying heavily as
he waded out into the creek to join me.
For an hour, maybe longer, we played and splashed on
another like a couple of school boys.
"You know, we still have a lot of work to do," said Tom.
"We'd probably better quit fooling around and get dried off."
He was right of course, but I could have spent the rest
of the day playing together in the creek. We returned to the
bank, where we sat waiting for the humid summer breeze to dry
our wet bodies.
The sight of Tom's smooth skin excited the hell out of
me. And I was fairly certain he found my young physique just
as appealing. I couldn't help wondering what thoughts were
going through his mind.
Before I knew it, Tom leaned back and began rubbing his
cock. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help myself. He
seemed completely uninhibited by my presence as he fingered
his firm shaft. The sight of his hairless body and thick,
vein-laden tool was something I couldn't ignore. The
swollen helmet of his cock seemed to whisper my name.
When I realized Tom had become aware of my staring, I
felt my face light up like it was on fire.
"It's cool," Tom reassured me. I don't mind you
watching me, so long as you don't mind me watching you."
I didn't mind that one bit, and our openness with one
another relaxed me until I found the courage to satisfy a
nagging curiosity.
"Why do you shave your body like that?" I asked.
"I like the way it feels," said Tom. It makes my flesh
more sensitive. You probably think it's a strange thing for
a guy to do, but you ought to try it sometime."
I shrugged and tried to seem indifferent, but the
thought already had me excited. "I might just do that."
"I can think of a lot of things you should try," said
Tom and without any warning he reached over and started
playing with my stiff cock.
I'd never had anyone touch me like that before. It felt
so good I could hardly control myself. I gazed across at his
huge, erect dick and found myself reaching for it. I was
amazed by its power. Each time he tightened the shaft it
nearly leapt from my hand.
Tom sighed softly. "You really think you might shave
off your body hair?"
"I might try it someday."
"Why not now?" he asked.
"What?"
"Let's go back to my room and I'll help you."
"What about the fences?"
"We'll work twice as hard tomorrow," said Tom, giving my
aching cock a firm squeeze. There was no way I could refuse.
We were scarcely inside the door of his room over the
stables before Tom started peeling off his cloths.
"What are you waiting for?" he panted. "I'll get what
we need. You get out of those jeans." Almost before I'd
finished undressing, Tom had returned with a pair of
scissors, a pan of hot water, shaving cream and a razor.
I did noting but stretch out on a blanket on the floor.
Tom did the rest. His abundant practice had made him a
master with a razor and in no time he had transformed my
hairy legs into silky smooth limbs. I ran my hand over my
thighs. They didn't even feel like my legs. The sensation
was incredible.
Tom went to work with the scissors, reducing my pubic
bush to coarse stubble. I watched breathlessly as he
lathered my manhood and shaved me clean. The sight of my
cock without hair took a bit of getting use to, but Tom was
right -- it felt wonderful.
By the time Tom had finished with me, my body was as
smooth as silk -- as smooth as the day I was born. His sharp
blade had even whisked away the delicate patch of hair
surrounding my asshole.
He sat back, admiring his work; his huge cock dripping
sticky pre-cum. Tilting his head slightly to one side he
gazed at me rather daringly. "Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"No," I replied sharply, but I was curious to find out
how he would respond to that same question. "What about
you?"
"Would you be shocked if I said yes?"
"I'm not shocked as much as I am surprised you admit
it?"
"It was a long time ago," said Tom. "It's too dangerous
to do shit like that these days. The only cock I suck now is
my own.
I guess Tom picked up on my expression of doubt. I
couldn't believe my eyes when he leaned forward and took the
head of his cock into his mouth. I have to admit I envied
his talent.
"You're hung pretty well," said Tom. "Give it a try."
"I can't. I'd feel stupid even trying."
"Come on, give it a go."
Feeling ridiculous, I leaned forward and tried to put my
lips on the tip of my cock. Needless to say, I fell several
inches shy of reaching my destination.
"Not like that," said Tom. "Watch me."
I watched as he repeated his amazing feat. I hadn't
noticed before how he hooked his hand under his thigh to help
pull his body forward, or the way he held his cock and balls
up together.
"Now, try again," Tom insisted. "And this time relax.
Bend slowly, a little at a time."
He coached me until I was finally able to reach out and
flick the head of my cock with the tip of my tongue.
"That's what's known as safe sex, my boy," said Tom.
"You can't give yourself something you don't already have.
With a little practice it'll get easier."
"Sounds like you're really into safe sex."
Tom glared at me. He reached over and grabbed my cock. His
fingers tightened painfully around my organ. "If you're
really into safe sex I've got another little trick you might
be interested in learning.
"Sure!" I said, already having a pretty good idea what
it was. "What's that?"
Tom had me lie on my back with my knees planted against
my chest. Taking my hands, he gently guided them over my
cleanly shaven ass. He had me exploring areas where I'd
never ventured before. The crack of my ass felt silky smooth
as my fingers stroked deep into the gaping crevice.
"Yeah, that's it," said Tom. "Now, stick a finger
up
your ass.
I immediately did as he said. My invading finger
created a strange sensation in my belly, one that I could
easily grow fond of.
While I finger-fucked my tight asshole. Tom reached
between my thighs and started jacking me off. Almost at once
I felt my load surging up the shaft of my cock.
"Oh, God. I'm gonna cum."
Tom yanked on my cock harder as I shot my load. He made
sure my Jizm spilled down the crack of my ass. As my cock
became less rigid, he bent it around and eased its head into
my hole. The pressure of my cock invading my tight anal
passage sent a searing pain through my insides, while the
intense heat and clinching muscles surrounding my rod gave me
an indescribable sensation of pleasure. I could hardly
breath. The discomfort subsided quickly, and all that
remained was the pleasure -- the most incredible feeling I'd
ever experienced. I reached down between my legs and pushed
my cock even deeper up my ass.
Tom sat back, content to masturbate as he watched me
fuck myself. I knew how enjoyable his position could be from
having secretly watched him perform a similar act in the
hayloft. But as I watched him jerk himself off, I grew more
and more eager to feel his big throbbing tool deep inside me.
My own cock had done a fair job of stretching my anal
opening, and I was sure I could accommodate his manhood. I
felt compelled to try, anyway.
"Do you have a rubber?"
Tom nodded, reaching for his discarded jeans. "What do
you have in mind?"
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to ease that big
dick of yours up my ass and fuck me."
"Are you sure about this?" Tom asked, rolling the condom
down the length of his veiny shaft.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life."
He placed my ankles over his shoulders and eased the
inflated head of his thick cock into my hole. The lubricant
on the condom made his entry less painful than I thought it
would be.
Tom slid into my hot rectum an inch at a time until his
cock was completely buried in my ass. I couldn't help crying
out as his piston slowly worked my anal canal. It was
nothing short of heaven.
"Yeah, you like my big dick up your ass, don't you?"
panted Tom.
"Oh, yeah! Fuck me. Fuck me harder." In my wildest
dreams I'd never imagined myself on my back with another
guy's cock up my ass -- and here I was, begging for more.
Tom concentrated on fucking my hole while I worked my
weeping cock. I wanted to delay cumming as long as possible,
but the pleasure was so intense I couldn't hold back. My
cock exploded, spewing wave after wave of searing spunk in
every direction. I writhed and moaned with delight.
Tom held his cock inside me until I had finished, then
withdrew it, removed the condom, leaned over and took his
pulsing rod into his hungry mouth. I sat up, my spent load
dripping down my torso, to watch the curious sight.
Tom yanked violently on the shaft of his swollen organ
while its head remained engulfed between his lips. A grunt
of satisfaction escaped from his throat as his cock erupted
into his sucking mouth. Cum drooled from his lips and
lubricated his hammering fist. At last he rose up, gasping,
his cock twitching one last time, ejecting a final spurt of
his milky seed.
I realized that afternoon at the creek that Tom was gay,
which explained a great deal. It also explained a great deal
about me, because I knew then and there that whatever Tom
was, I was too.
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