Where it happened: Caught in a storm
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I grew up in a remote part of mid Ohio farm country. My closest friend Roger lived on a large farm about 2 miles away. He was a year younger than I was. We both had dirt bikes and we traveled all over the county using the back roads and farmers lanes in the fields. We were out riding our bikes one summer afternoon when a nasty thunderstorm hit. We headed into an an old abandoned barn to get out of the pounding rain. The noise of the rain on the huge metal roof was deafening. We were both soaked and shivering. We climbed up into the hayloft so we could see out through the missing boards. There was no end of the storm insight. Roger suddenly stripped to his underwear. I evidently appeared shocked because he smiled and laughed. Then he began to wring tons of water out of his clothes. It made sense to me because I was freezing in my wet jeans and tee shirt. So I did it too. Soon we were wringing out our underwear and it’s the first time I had seen Roger totally stripped. Even though he was younger, his dick was about the same size and shape as mine only darker. He caught me glancing at him and he moved over and wrapped his arms around me and rocked me from side to side like he does when we wrestle. It was the first time I really had any thoughts about what a well formed body he had for a kid. He had a medium farm boy build and he was very strong for his size. His wrestling move quickly changed to a gentle hug and he rested his head on my shoulder. He was shivering and wet. Without saying anything we just held each other for a minute. It was warm. Soon I found myself running my hands gently down his back and I noticed how smooth it was. He had really fine silky smooth blond hairs all over his dark tanned body. I really started to feel turned on when I reached his arms. He was so firm and smooth and he didn’t flinch. I stopped and began moving away when I realized that I was starting to get a hard on. I couldn’t risk ruining my freindship with Roger by embarrassing both of us. But without saying anything, he pulled me back. He evidently noticed my swelling dick and he gently reached down and pulled it up and slowly began messaging it. He was so calm yet I knew he had never done anything like this before. I was burning up hot and my heart was pounding so fast and I was so scared. I was quivering inside. I didn’t know what to do at this point. All I knew was his slow and gentle massaging of my dick felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced during masturbation. He just kept doing it and I was frozen in time. I couldn’t move. The rain was pounding harder than ever on the roof and the sound was so deafening. I could feel myself coming to a climax and I was trying to hold it back knowing I shouldn’t be doing this, it was wrong. When Roger looked up and into my eyes I couldn’t hold it back anymore and I exploded, coming all over his arm, his stomach and his dick. My knees became so weak I thought I was going to drop. I was so hot and dizzy. Roger gave me a power hug and held me tight for about a minute and said “it’s cool man”. I had to lay down. It was the most powerful orgasm I’ve experienced to this day. Roger knelt down in the dusty hay and began licking the cum off of me. I was amazed at how calm he was and how natural all of this was to him. I was a wreck. He rolled over on his back beside me and after a few minutes he began stroking himself. I had mostly recovered and I rolled over on top of him pinning him down face to face. Again he didn’t flinch. He thrusted his hips upward and tried to buck me off and it instantly turned into a wrestling session. He was determined to win but I ended up locking him in a full nelson until he screamed “I give, I give”. We were both sweaty and covered in itchy hay. Our dicks were rock hard. I moved down to get a close look at him. His dick was throbing with every heartbeat. He said, while gasping for breath “lick it – you puss”. His bold acts always got my attention. I didn’t know if my heart was pounding from the physical exertion or the anticipation of putting his dick in my mouth. I gently squeezed the base of his dick with my hand and he got huge as he pumped more blood into it. The veins were bulging out all over and the head was purple. He whispered “come on, go for it”. I hesitated for a moment and then I formed a glob of spit on my lips, opened my mouth and extended my tongue. His dick felt huge in my mouth. The head was soft and slippery with spit and my tongue just seem to naturally know what to do. I pumped the base of his dick while I sucked and slide him in and out of my slippery tight lips. I kept thinking I can’t believe I’m doing this. Rogers leg muscles were getting rock hard and he was thrusting his hips to match my movements and soon he was breathing loud enough I could hear him over the falling rain. His stomach muscles started quivering and his dick suddenly got even bigger. He grabbed my arms with a death grip just seconds before he exploded. His whole body jerked three or four times but I refused to let go. I still remember the sudden shot of his cum hitting the back of my throat. He was cumming and thrusting for several seconds. His fingernails were cutting in to my forearms. When he settled down, he was shaking a little and I moved back up on top of him face to face and put all of my weight on him. Again he gave me his power hug and held it until his breathing slowed down to normal. He lightly kissed my neck. I think we both silently determined that kissing wasn’t cool. His only word was – wow. I had never felt like I did at that moment. I didn’t have a care in the world. I was a little in shock and a little proud that I had just brought an amazing amount of undeniable pleasure to my best freind in the world. Someone I really admired. It was a great feeling. We stayed for about another half hour or so while the rain tapered off to a spinkle. We quitely got dressed in our cold stiff soaking jeans. He playfully grabbed my shirt out of my hand and slapped me upside of the head with his cold dripping wet tee shirt. It was a bonafide trade. I still have it. We jumped on our bikes and headed for home. We didn’t speak of our episode for several months. We did eventually have another fantastic event about a year later while camping out in his family’s woods. It was our last. We are both married now and we both have two boys. I guess my fears were misplaced. I grew up fine and so did Roger. I will never forget our day in the rain.
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