Old Farm Fun

Back to work at the farmhouse. I had seen the pictures, it had been quite a plot of land in its day…the current owner of the farmhouse had grown old. He had sold much of his land to create a perfect little suburban neighborhood. The original white farmhouse of his sat upon stones of million years. This story does not involve the old man, of course, but I feel I must set the scene for this story.

The farmhouse had a new façade of aluminum siding which made it look proper for the rest of the neighborhood. One little car port stood at the side of the house, which was now the front because of how the roads have changed over time. There remained on the property only one barn. The man, who had been old for quite some time had put a bed in the barn next to where the old horse stable used to be. Tools that were upwards of 70 years old had rusted and remained hanged upon the walls. The bed was in case the old man couldn’t make it home for the night after spending hours doing yard work and using the barn.

The old man had quite a lot of neighborhood volunteers who would come out and help him do yard work. I was one of them, a white16 year old, 6’1”, light brown hair, brown eyes, slim, and most importantly, a 7” cock. Being a hard worker I sat out for the woods, he had wanted me to clear a path in the woods so I took my clippers and was gone for hours. By the way my name in this story is Eric

Meanwhile another neighborhood kid came over, his name was Jack, and I guess he came over to help the old man too. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he enjoyed baseball, and this gave him quite a nice tan. He was thin too, and he wore boxers…this I could tell because of how they rode up and his pants sagged down. He was a white 15 year old and had dark hair, brown eyes, and was about 5’8”. I was also aware he had been bullied once or twice on the bus for having a small package. In fact, the other kids used to say he had a “sack of dimes” which I later found out meant a really small package.

That sunny day in July, Jack had finished his chores up in the front yard of the farmhouse, the old man was inside presumably, sleeping the day away, and Jack sent himself over to clear another pathway through the woods. You see, over time the vines and native berries would takeover paths people could walk on in the woods over time.

Well up until noon I was plowing away at vines, saplings, and tall weeds which had grown up in the way. I got really sweaty and starting to think about Jack. Now, I am not gay, although at that time I was going through a long bi-sexual phase, and I never would have actually gone out with a guy, but I was horny all the time for anything. If I wasn’t a boy I’d have nothing to play with. I started to think about boxers and how wonderful it would be if I wore boxers instead of briefs. Then I looked around and decided Jack’s path must be further away, so I saw no harm in taking my penis out and letting it breathe. While I was at it, I invited my balls as well. I stuffed my shirt into my oversized pocket, but left my gloves and long pants on, after most of the vines had thorns!

With my package out of my shorts I snipped away. One hour later, my path and Jack’s crossed again, this time literally.
“Hey Erich!” he cried out.
“Hi Jack!” I said as I came up to greet him. I guess I had forgotten about one little thing, well actually at that moment a 3.5” thing that was hanging out of my shorts.
“Oh…” Jack said really shocked.
I gasped when I realized I still had my flaccid cock out for all to see. I quickly pushed it back in. There was an awkward silence which I had to break. I figured he’d tell on me, or just think I’m really weird.
“Let’s carry on with the shrubbery!” I said.
“yeah…”he mumbled. Still in shock I guess.
We cut in silence for 10 more minutes when we got to a small clearing with a bench and two patio chairs and had to sit down.
“I’m really hot.” He said.
“Yeah…” I said passing up another perverted yet cliché pun.
“You know, I don’t mind if we are naked around here no one else would know. I haven’t free-balled anywhere since I was 7 skinny dipping in my pool.” Jack said.
“Yeah…Sorry about our introduction back there…I just wanted to let it all hang out.” –Eric.
“Well you certainly have a nice one Eric, but mine’s way bigger!” He said as he chucked his shirt.
I took off my shirt as I looked at his smooth chest and back, I could just see the waistband of his boxers. “No way in hell is yours bigger than ...

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