The Farm_(2)

The old dirt road seemed to continue forever, flanked on either side by an endless sea of corn. My old truck kicked up dust and debris as I sped down to visit my Aunt and Uncles farm before I would start college. It had been five years since I had last been there but I will never forget the boy who made that summer the most memorable one I have ever had.

When I was twelve I was skinny and had an awkward mess of shaggy brown for hair. I wasn’t the kind of guy that girls would ooh and ahh over but I didn’t want their attention anyways. Recently I was noticing guys. In gym, I tried to sneak a peek at other guys’ cocks and would sometimes go home and masturbate about me sucking their dicks and being fucked in the ass. I knew I wasn’t like most guys, which made me feel even more awkward when I met Cameron. Cameron was skinny, like me, but had straight blonde hair with long bangs that swept past his eyes. He usually kept it tucked behind his ears. Nothing was sexier when a strand would fall out of place and dangle, teasingly, next to his tanned face. Cameron was my age and his family lived in a house across from my Uncle Frank and Aunt Carol’s farm. His dad was some hotshot attorney who wanted to live some place rural. Lucky for me, his dad was cheap and Cameron earned his money doing chores for my Aunt and Uncle.

When I first seen Cameron, he was cleaning manure from the stable. He had his shirt off and he smiled when he seen me and walked over and introduced himself. His hair was dangling across his face. We became fast friends.

One afternoon we were hanging out drinking Cokes when Cameron said he wanted to show me something. Curiously I followed him into the corn. After what seemed like a mile we ended up in a small clearing in the middle of the field. A small clubhouse was built there and inside the clubhouse was a mattress, flashlights, electric lanterns, and three pornos.

Cameron leaned over to me, “Want to look at these??”
“Wow, where did you get these?”
He gave a half-cocked smile and said, “I actually stole them from a truck stop when I went on vacation last summer.” He paused for a second and said, “So… do you want to look at them?”
“Sure,” I said, knowing by the title of one of the magazines ‘Teen Whores’ that it was straight porn. I was hoping that I could get off by seeing some pictures of huge dicks. As I bent down to reach for one of the magazines, Cameron’s face turned white and he tried to casually hide the bottom magazine under the mattress.
“Why did you hide that one for?” I said evilly.
“No reason. It’s just not that good, that’s all”
“Come on. Let me see It.” and I reached over to grab the magazine from under the mattress. Cameron grabbed a hold of my wrist and tried to push me away from it.
“You got a mag. You don’t need to see this one.”
“Come on,” I said with frustration, “Just let me see it.” And I continued to struggle for it.