Holidays on the farm… What could be richer and better for a city dweller? Luck will have wanted me to spend mine on a breeding farm, from the age of 16. Friends of my grandfather, a very large family. Since my parents did not have enough time available during the summer holidays, my grandfather took two rooms in a nearby hotel. He would go for a walk, go fishing, I would go by bike to spend my days on the farm. During the two-month long vacation, we spent at least four or five weeks in this way.We were a few teenagers about the same age: two brothers, one of their cousins, from time to time friends, and me "the guy from the city" who didn't know much about the country.Among the boys, one of them was called Guillaume. He was my age and it was with him that I immediately felt good. He seemed to like me too, and he loved teaching me about the countryside. Milking the cows, feeding the barnyard animals, going to the vegetable garden… It was just as interesting as walking with him and riding a bicycle. And then in the breeding farms, some shows related to animal reproduction were devilishly interesting and informative for me.It was very hot that summer, so including the night I normally spent in my hotel room. But Guillaume suggested that I sleep one night in the hay with him. My grandfather authorized me to do it, Guillaume's uncle and aunt, owners of the farm, also gave their authorization and Dominique, their grandson, Guillaume's cousin, just said, half-laughing: “I hope you don't smoke yet! »We were wise on this plan! When evening arrived, with blankets and flashlights, we went to the large stable where we had spent the day making a good corner between the bales of hay, castle style.We went to bed, it was nice, the long days in July, the heat ... Very quickly we found ourselves both in shorts and shirtless. As we often went to the swimming pool, we were used to it, but that evening, Guillaume started the discussion on subjects that we had never discussed before. Girls of course! Classic questions: have you ever kissed one? The girls we saw at the pool, their breasts, their asses… Guillaume and I made plans, we talked about one of his cousins ​​who were really beautiful, another who had remained flat like a boy… The discussion provoked its effects in our two shorts, and suddenly Guillaume asked me: "And there, you, are you having sex?" "I replied, after a little hesitation:" Well, yes! "He immediately went on to tell me that I was" out of the way "to show him that it was true. And I, stung, and a little excited, I said to him "I do it if you do it!" And our two shorts were pulled down right away. We were lying next to each other, and our two sexes were proudly erect. No embarrassment, no modesty. Naturally, my hand went down to my penis, hers was the same and we each started to masturbate, without saying anything. It was really the first male sex different from mine that I saw "in real life". We didn't jerk off exactly the same way. Me, I liked the long back and forth, with the fingers tight around the rod. He was slower, he stroked his penis, moistened it with saliva, varied the speed ... And then, we both enjoyed, at about the same time, looking at the other. We didn't talk much anymore, we ended up falling asleep The next day, everything is normal, except that from time to time, Guillaume asks me "Are you having sex?" »Being careful that no one listens to us… During the days which followed, the games were as before, but the allusions continued and in order not to seem stupid, I also asked him from time to time for news of his cock, laughing ...The idea of ​​another night in the hay had caught on, and we both ended up in the same situation, and the same causes produced the same effects. Except that after having enjoyed, we did not fall asleep right away. At that age we quickly regain strength and vigor, and we managed to re-excite ourselves just by continuing to raving about all the girls we knew. So our hands started their ballet again. We were both lying on our sides, facing each other, and our young sexes were once again erected in all their glo ...

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