The next morning, we woke up together in the hay. We said hi normally, as if nothing had happened. I was a little worried that Guillaume would freak me out. I knew very well that in this campaign, as in many others, in the 70s, what we had done was not really seen well. Guillaume, moreover, just said to me, before arriving at the kitchen to have breakfast: “Well, no one should know! " I agreed. The morning passed quickly, lunch. Then we had planned to go to the swimming pool. Naturally, we heckled, and in the water, our bodies touched each other several times, and it was not the same as in our games before. The hands lingered on the thighs, the shoulders the back ... Happy age when a simple touch straightens the penis immediately! So I spent my afternoon almost to attention in the water. Guillaume too. And of course, we could not avoid sharing a cabin to get dressed. It's a fairly common situation according to the stories I read elsewhere, but this was indeed one of the only solutions to end up naked with a boy, in rural France in the 1970s. But a cabin, c 'is small, there are people around, we are standing, So it was a quick wank, but we stroked more with our free hands. I felt for the first time a hand pass over my back and my buttocks in an attempt to do me good. And for the first time, he took my cock in his hand, which instantly gave me a very strong erection. It slid well along my rod, and lingered on the glans, which gave me each time delicious electric shocks. I played a bit with her stomach, her shoulders. When I felt he was coming, still a little faster than me, I took his balls in my other hand while continuing to masturbate him and he spread over my legs. Me, enjoying, I stuck to him, and my cock emptied against his belly, as in a tunnel formed by our two bodies glued. I had never felt anything like it. For a second time, it didn't make you want to stop!We did not stop elsewhere ... There were two weeks of vacation left.Every day, without needing to talk to each other, we met in quiet corners. Always in shorts and shirts, it was not difficult to leave our sexes and to grab them mutually ... But it was no longer in the nocturnal silence of a hay barn. It was in a dark corner of a stable, behind a big tree by the river, in the middle of a cornfield… We played who was farthest away (with millimeter measurement, like pétanque, another well-known game of bowls) or who juiced the most in quantity (with measuring cups), or who would squirt the most in two hours… We did not always jerk each other off but when it happened, it remained very strong. That year, we didn't do anything other than masturbate each other. We didn't think of anything else. Back then, straight porn was very difficult to access, and gay porn even more so, so nothing was there to give us any other cravings. Kiss ? No, we told each other very quickly, because for the moment, it did not inspire us. To suck? I don't think we both knew that it could be done between little guys. We hardly understood what that meant between a girl and a boy. Anyway, it was the girls who sucked, not the boys! More ? it was too much for our favorite insult!It was the end of the holidays and the return by train. One year more. During which, with my eyes closed, I often thought back to the holidays, jerking off like crazy. And it was that year that I grew quite quickly in height.Which means that I saw things from a little higher, arriving at the start of my vacation the following year.There normally, episode 2 should stop and mischievously leave the reader on their hunger pangs, but hey, I still have a little room and time to continue ... Guillaume too had grown up, and living in the countryside , he had built more muscle than me, I who did not consider the gym classes to be an absolute priority.The day after I arrived by train, we met at the farm. Between little men! A big handshake, a "hi how are you?" And laughs. We told each other a little about our school feats, and not much else. He said "are we going for a walk?" »We took the bikes and raced, to show that we had grown up and that we should no longer be in the kids' yard! And it was I who, after ten kilometers of cycling, asked for mercy. We were in the forest, and Guillaume had a little idea behind his head. A small clearing, with just a deposit of cut wood, piled up in a small hut. We put the bikes down, heckled a bit, and entered.He said to me: "you want to see my cock as it has grown?" I smiled, and we sat across from each other. Our shorts off, our shirts open, we looked at each other. Guillaume had grown up. Everywhere. He seized his penis which only asked to harden, I did the same. To compare the size, we moved closer, still seated, legs apart so that our two erect poles could touch each other.Guillaume was always thinner than me, slightly longer. My cock had also grown and thickened, but his was longer. It made him laugh. He naturally surrounded our two sexes with both hands and jerked them off together, stuck to each other. I was against him, our thighs on top of each other, both heads bowed, our hair touched our shoulders and it was again as before ... New sensations, strong, disconcerting ... Like a breath found. His two hands remained around our sexes, and I, as my hands were free, I surrounded his body to stick it more against me. I kissed her shoulders and neck, stroking her back. I felt him flinch and shudder, and the rhythm of his hands breaking up a bit. I took off her shirt, and then mine, while letting him continue to jerk us off with his tight fingers. I liked to feel the muscles of his shoulders under my caresses, I found the so particular way of his contractions at the level of the belly as his breath was deep. We both freed ourselves at the same time, as if fo ...

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