My Eighteenth Summer

My 18th Summer

We had moved onto our farm when I was 3 years old, so it was the only home that I had ever really known. We raised corn and soybeans in our fields as well as feeding hogs and cattle. My brother and I helped with taking care of the livestock, starting at a young age. Then as soon as we were big enough, we were taught how to drive a tractor and helped with the field work. By the time I was in high school, I had driven that tractor over every acre we had, many times.

The farm buildings sat in the corner of our 320-acre farm. The opposite side of our ground bordered the farm of our neighbors, Wayne, and Liz Berg. The Bergs were an older couple who had been on their farm for almost 30 years. They were very nice people and were the first to welcome my family when we moved in. They had two daughters that had graduated from high school and left home by that time, one had a son that was my age. Their grandson, Ryan, would come to stay with them every summer. The first year he did, we were 5. Liz came over and asked my mom if I would like to come spend the day at their place and play with Ryan. My mom agreed and Ryan and I had fun together, playing with our toy tractors. From that time on whenever Ryan came to stay with his grandparents, we would hang out together, either at his grandparents’ house or at mine. He lived with his mom in the city about two hours away, he was an only child, and his mom wasn’t married to his father. He told me that he vaguely remembered seeing his father only once when he was about 4. It also sounded as though his mom had a rotating list of boyfriends that moved in and out on a weekly basis. His grandparents and mother constantly fought about how she was raising Ryan. I think they brought him here every year just so he would have some stability in his life.

There was a pond that sat partially on our farm and partially on the Berg’s farm. My dad and Wayne got along well and shared duties, taking care of the pond. Wayne had gone fishing a few years ago, brought back some fish and put them in the pond. We left them alone for a few years, and now our pond was stocked with blue gills and bullheads. They weren’t the best for eating, but they were fun for us to catch. By the time Ryan and I were 8, we were riding our bikes to the pond and spending our afternoons catching fish and throwing them back into the pond. When it was really hot, we also spent many hours swimming in that pond, my dad had hung a tire swing from a nearby tree for us to swing into the pond. We became good friends and I always looked forward to the end of the school year, not just because school was over, but because Ryan would soon be coming to stay with Wayne and Liz.

By the time we were 13, we were old enough to help with fieldwork and had less time for fishing and playing. We had to be content with waving at each other as we came to the fence that divided our farms and turned back to go back across the field on our tractors. We did, however, meet at the pond for some fishing in the evenings, when our workday was done. A week before school started that year, we said our goodbyes, we would be starting high school this fall.

As the next school year came to an end, I was once again looking forward to seeing Ryan. Although my responsibilities on the farm had increased, I figured we could at least have our evening fishing time a couple of days a week.

The week after school let out, I went with my father to fix the fence between our farm and the Berg’s. Wayne was also going to be there to help. As we were working, Wayne mentioned that Ryan wouldn’t be coming to stay this summer. He told my father that his daughter claimed she couldn’t get off from work to bring him out this year. He said he and Liz even offered to go pick Ryan up, but his mom said she would think about it and let them know, the Bergs still hadn’t heard from her. I was disappointed but knew that my dad would keep me busy, and I probably wouldn’t have had much time to hang out with Rayn anyway.

I was able to talk my brother into going fishing with me a few times, but I was missing the talks that Ryan and I used to have. Typical teenage and high school activities soon filled my time, and I was no longer thinking about Ryan. I joined the football team in the fall and ran track in the spring all four of my high school years. At the start of my sophomore year, I started to notice changes in my appearance. I needed to shave, and hair was growing in a lot more places on my body. My hair was dark and was much more noticeable than it was on my friends with lighter hair. I was the first person in my class to sprout chest hair and every day in the locker room, some wise guy would make a joke and try to pull a hair or two out. By the next year my chest was covered and so were my stomach, legs, and ass. Because of my work on the farm, and football and track practice, my muscles were nicely developed as well. I also noticed a lot of my classmates were developing in the same fashion. I couldn’t help but sneak peeks at them in the locker room after practice. Danny had a prefect round ass that wiggled as he walked to the shower, Ray had a gorgeous thick cock that swung from side to side as he dried his hair after a shower. Steve had a muscular chest that capped off his washboard abs. I was so confused, why was I noticing these things? I had to be straight, I am a farm kid, I play football, there is no way I could be gay. To make things worse, when I was with my friends and a girl walked by, they would make comments about how hot she was or about the size of her boobs, I couldn’t care less. Girls did not turn me on at all. Even if I was gay, and I am not saying that I am, I could never admit it. In this small conservative town of 1000 people, I would certainly be ostracized, and my family would be embarrassed. I just kept my mouth shut and never shared my feelings with anyone, not even my brother or closest friends.

It was the start of the summer of 1985, I made it through high school without anyone finding out my little secret and now was getting ready to head off to college. Once we had the crops planted it was my job to cultivate the corn. This meant I was going to be spending the next week going back and forth in our field on the tractor tilling the dirt between the corn rows. I helped my dad mount the cultivator on the tractor and once he had it set correctly, I was sent to the field. By mid-morning, the temp had climbed to the mid-eighties, I pulled my shirt off and tied it to the tractor seat. When I got to the fence between our field and the Berg’s farm, I saw that Wayne was out cultivating his corn as well. As I made a few more rounds, we came to the fence at the same time, just as I was going to turn around to head the other direction, I waved at Wayne. I did a double take, it wasn’t Wayne driving the tractor. I quickly stopped the tractor and turned for a better look, I saw the tractor on the other side of the fence stop too. I put my tractor into park and jumped off to walk to the fence, it was Ryan. It had been five years, but I recognized that smile as soon as I saw it. He was also shirtless, he jumped the fence and quickly walked toward me. I awkwardly held my hand to shake his, he stepped past it and wrapped me in a big hug, our bare chests rubbing against each other.

He grinned at he stood back and said, “hey Marc, it so good to see you again, damn, you grew up.”

I laughed, “yeah Ryan, so did you. It’s great to see you again too.”

Jesus, he looked good. Those chocolate brown eyes still sparkled when he smiled, his wavy brown hair falling across his forehead as he stepped back. The skinny little flat chest was now a fully developed mound of muscle with two pert quarter sized nipples. I scanned down his taught washboard abs, a light coat of sweat sat on top of each ridge. There was a nice trail of hair that ran from his cute outie betty button to the top of his tight Levi 501s. The buttons on those jeans seemed to be straining to hold whatever was hiding inside.

He said, “it’s hard to believe that it’s been five years, and we are out high school, what have you been up to?”

I smiled, “just doing the high school thing, playing football and running track, what about you?”

He nodded, “pretty much the same, except it was basketball and track for me.”

After another minute or two of small talk, he said, “I need to get back to the fieldwork, if grandpa thinks it’s taking me too long to make a round, he’ll come looking for me.”

I laughed, “yeah, my old man will be doing the same thing. Hey, the pond still has some fish, do you want to drown some worms tonight after supper?”

He gave me a big smile, “you're on, I hope I can find grandpa’s pole.”

I patted his shoulder, “I’ll bring an extra rod and reel, you can bring some sodas.”

He climbed back over the fence, “it’s a plan, see you later buddy.”

I hopped back on my tractor and started off across the field again, adjusting my cock, it had suddenly swollen. For the rest of the afternoon, I couldn’t get Ryan out of my mind. Damn, he looked good, and when we hugged, that skin to skin contact sent shock waves through my entire body. I had never had that before, either in a platonic or a sexual situation. Shit, I needed to quit thinking about this, we were just two friends that hadn’t seen each other in five years, we were just going to go fishing and catch up.

That night at supper, mom said, “I talked to Liz today, she said Rayn was staying with them again this summer.”

I was eating as fast as I could, “yes, I saw him today when we were both out in the field.” I turned to dad, “we are going to go fishing at the pond tonight, if that’s ok.”

He nodded, “yeah, it’s fine. You can take the old truck, just head back before dark, the lights aren’t working.”

I shoved the last bite of food into my mouth as I took off out the door. I grabbed a couple of poles and the tackle box from the garage and headed across the field to pond. Ryan was pulling up just as I did, he had driven his grandpa’s old work truck too. I pulled the fishing equipment from the back of my truck as he pulled a small cooler from his. We sat on the same spot on the bank that we had sat at five years ago, we picked up our conversation just like we had talked yesterday. We didn’t really pay attention to our poles, we were so busy catching up. The sun was starting to set, and I said, “I guess I better be going, the lights don’t work on the old truck.” We gathered up our things and walked back to the trucks, we walked by the tire swing.

Ryan laughed, “the old swing is still here, but the rope looks like it has seen better days.”

I gave the rope a tug and the swing fell to the ground. I said, “you’re right, hey, give me call later this week and we can try our luck again.”

He chuckled, “yeah, maybe next time we should pay attention to our lines, and we might even catch something.”

I finished cultivating on Friday morning, I pulled up to the shed on our farm, dad was coming out the shed wiping his brow.

He said, “the weatherman said it might make a hundred today.”

I pulled my shirt off the tractor, I had taken it off as soon as I got to the field that morning. I said, “yeah, the tractor was starting to get hot, it was a good thing I was finished.”

Dad nodded, “I’ll have to check the antifreeze before we use it again. Take the afternoon off, I have to go to town to see the banker and talk about buying the Harris farm. I have a couple of other errands to run too, you make sure the hog waters are working. It’s too hot to do anything else.”

I nodded, “ok, I might call Ryan and see if he wants to go fishing again then.”

Dad said, “that’s fine, just make sure the livestock is watered first.”

I changed into a pair of cutoff jeans, a tank top and I pair of sneakers. I checked on all the waterers, then went into the hayloft and took a piece of rope that was hanging on the wall. I called the Bergs and asked Liz if Ryan wanted to go fishing this afternoon. Wayne had the same idea as my dad, it was too hot to work too hard, so he said it was fine for Ryan to leave. Ryan pulled up just as I was throwing the rope over the tree branch, he was also wearing some cut offs and a t-shirt. He helped me tie the tire, and we gave it a push. It went out above the water, just as did when we were kids.

Ryan asked, “are you planning on riding the swing?”

I laughed, “no, I’m not sure why, but I thought I should fix it, I didn’t want to just leave that tire laying there.”

He laughed as we cast our lines out into the pond. I asked, “so how long are you staying with your grandparents?”

He said, “until the end of August. I have joined the army and leave for basic training on the 29th.”

I asked, “the army?”

He nodded, “yeah, I don’t have enough money for college and couldn’t get any scholarships. So, after I talked to my guidance counselor and grandpa, I decided it was the best, I signed up for two years, I can go to college on the GI Bill after that. Besides, I’m not sure what I want to study yet, maybe something will come to me in the next two years.”

I said, “wow, that makes sense, I’m not sure what I want to do either.”

Ryan asked, “don’t you want to farm with your dad?”

I paused, “well, I did when I was growing up, but it is becoming so much harder to make a living at it. My brother will be finished with school next year and dad is trying to buy some more land, but dad’s not sure if that will be enough to support three families.”

Ryan looked at me, “three families? Are you planning on getting married soon?”

I laughed, “shit no, I’d have a girlfriend first.”

He asked, “no girlfriend?”

I shook my head, “nope, you?”

Ryan shrugged, “nope.”

We reeled in our lines, the bait was gone. Evidently, we weren’t paying attention again. It had definitely made it to 100 degrees, we decided to not bother casting out our lines again. We had both taken off our shirts and were sweating just sitting there. We moved under the tree as Ryan grabbed a couple of sodas from his cooler.

He gave the swing a push and chuckled, “maybe we should give the swing a try, and take a dip in the pond.”

I laughed, “yeah, too bad we didn’t bring our swim trunks.”

He took a drink of his Coke and looked around, “nobody can see the pond for miles, it’s just us.”

I was trying to understand what he was getting at, “yeah, so?”

Ryan stood up, kicked off his sneakers and pushed his shorts down. He yelled, “the last one in is a rotten egg.” He jumped on the swing and pushed off and fell into the pond.

Did Ryan just get naked in front of me? I looked out at the pond as he came back to the surface, he swam to the shore and ran back to the swing. He laughed, “the water feels great, you going to get in?”

He jumped back on the swing and splashed into the pond. I was stunned by the sight of Ryan running out the water and to the swing, water running from his naked body. He was beautiful, it was like God put Steve’s abs and chest together with Ray’s cock and Danny’s ass. All my favorite parts rolled into one sexy package.

Ryan surfaced again, he yelled, “are you getting in? The water is nice and cool.”

My daydream had caused my dick to swell, I quickly undressed and swung out over the pond, hoping that Ryan wouldn’t notice my hard cock. I came to the surface a few feet from Ryan, he was grinning at me as I wiped the water from my face.

He swam closer to me and said, “when I saw your hairy chest a few days ago, I knew your ass would be just as furry, it’s sexy as hell.”

I felt my face blush, I stammered, “wha… um thanks… I mean you think…”

Before I could finish, I felt Ryan grab my ass cheek and squeeze. While I was trying to process what was happening, he reached around and grabbed the other cheek. He pulled to him until we were face to face and I felt our cocks rub against each other. To my surprise Ryan’s dick was just as hard as mine. Our eyes were locked on each other as he slowly moved closer until our lips touched. He gave me a light kiss and pulled back slightly. I opened my eyes back up, still speechless. He asked, “are you ok?”

I nodded, and without thinking I planted my lips back on his. I had never kissed anyone before, but it felt so right. I wrapped my arms around him as we began to push our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths. We kissed our way to the shore, Ryan’s hands never leaving my ass. I reached down to grab his ass, I felt better than I had ever imagined. So soft, yet so firm. We made our way to the blanket that we had been sitting on under the tree. Ryan was on top of me, our lips still locked together and our cocks leaking precum all over each other’s stomachs.

He broke our kiss and pulled back slightly, he said, “that was nice. Did you like it?”

I nodded and took a deep breath, “yes, very much. Have you done this before?”

He smiled, “not with another guy. Have you?”

I shook my head, “no, not with anyone.”

Ryan asked, “not even with a girl?”

I felt my face turn red as I looked away and mumbled, “no.”

He placed his hand under my chin and turned my head back toward him, “it’s ok Marc, you are a naturally good kisser.”

This gave my confidence a slight boost, I leaned back in to resume our make out session. My hands began to wander all over Ryan’s olive-skinned body, finding something more to love with every caress. Ryan’s hands had never left my ass. We again broke our kiss, he said, “we can try other things, if you want.” Ryan rolled to my side as my eyes scanned his body, landing on his hard dick, that’s when I noticed that he wasn’t circumcised. It was the first time that I had ever seen an uncut cock, I and all my schoolmates were cut.

He grinned, “you can touch it.”

I slowly reached down and ran my fingers along the length of the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen. When I reached the head, I pulled the foreskin back a couple time causing more precum to escape the slit. I didn’t wait for permission, I leaned down and flicked my tongue across the head and tasted another man’s precum for the first time, it was delicious. I continued to lick his cock head and pull his foreskin back and forth, now stroking his entire cock. The sounds that Ryan was making only encouraged me further and soon I had his entire cock in my mouth. I began to suck as I worked up and down, only making it about halfway before I started to gag. I slowly was able to go further and further, until Ryan pushed me off. He panted, “you are going to make me cum, I want to suck your cock first.”

My dick jumped at the thought that I was about to get my first blow job. Ryan pushed me onto my back and kneeled between my legs, grabbing my rock-hard dick. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he wrapped his lips around my swollen member. I put my hands on the back of Ryan’s head as he started to bob up and down, exceeding all my expectations of pleasure from my first oral sex. I pushed Ryan away, I too didn’t want to cum too quickly, we moved into a sixty-nine position and the pleasure only intensified.

Ryan was still holding my ass cheeks, he moved his hand and raked his finger across my pucker, sending a whole new sensation flooding through my body. I moaned as he worked the finger inside my hole slightly. He brought his finger to his mouth and coated it with spit and returned it to my hole, working it in even further. I had never really thought about if I was a top or a bottom before, but Ryan playing with my ass was the greatest thing I had ever experienced in my admittedly limited sexual exploration. I let his cock fall from my mouth and groaned as I spread my legs as wide as I could, giving Ryan all the access, he wanted. He moved between my legs and pushed them in the air, before I even knew what was happening, he ran his tongue across my opening, sending me into orbit. I held my legs up as Ryan tongued my hole, my head thrashing from side to side in pure ecstasy. He covered my hole in his saliva and then split on his cock and aimed it at my hole. He smiled at me as I nodded, he leaned in for a kiss as his cock worked its way onto my love tunnel. A second of discomfort was quickly replaced with complete pleasure as Ryan started to push and pull, never breaking our kiss. He gave a deep thrust, hitting something that sent my head spinning and my cock spewing my baby makers all over my stomach and chest. Ryan grunted as he pulled out of my hole, adding his own creamy love juices to mine. He fell on top of me as we kissed even deeper. He pulled back and went to my stomach and ran his tongue along my abs, he came back up for another kiss, feeding me a generous portion of our cum cocktail.

Ryan rolled to my side as we lay there panting. He said, “wow, that was incredible.”

I sighed, “yes, it was. You are the first person to know that I am gay, I haven’t even admitted it myself yet. But after this, I pretty sure that I am.”

Ryan laughed, “yeah, I guess I can say the same thing, that was a first for me too.”

We cooled down with another dip in the pond and headed back home to help with the afternoon chores. Ryan and I would continue to meet many more times over the rest of the summer, learning new tricks each time. We reluctantly said goodbye at the end of August as Ryan headed off for basic training and I left for college.

The Bergs retired a few years later, selling their farm to my brother. I went into teaching, getting my degree in Ag Education and a job at a school not far from home, I still go help on the farm whenever I can. The Bergs told my parents that Ryan reenlisted after his initial two years, and was planning to make a career of the Army, and I have not heard where he is currently. I would come out to my family a year after I started college and have been with Travis, a guy I met in my senior year of college, ever since.

While I love Travis very much, Ryan will always have a special place in my heart as my first. Wherever he is, I hope he feels the same way about me.

 

The End.