It was a warm Summers morning on the farm and I whistled as I walked jauntily down the farm track towards the woods. I was 18, had just left school and was preparing for one last lazy Summer holiday before heading off to College in the fall. Ostentatiously, I was off to go for a walk and gather up some wood that could be collected later that week for the family shed to keep our house warm over the Winter. I might look out some fallen branches but in truth what I was really doing that afternoon was revealed by the three items pressed hard to my chest under my T-Shirt. My precious hidden haul? Three full strength, hardcore, pornographic magazines. I had bought them in town the day before, nervous like a kitten when a cute blonde girl had rung up my buys giving me a pretty weird, disgusted look as the titles scanned past. I had hidden them from my mum and dad upon my return and indeed left them totally alone until today where I took them to my favourite spot for jerking off.
I had been going down to the woods to wank off for a while now, it was my favourite place. My first ever time had been down there with a smuggled underwear catalogue of my mums and I had since then snuck sexy pictures down there, stripped naked in the invigorating fresh country air and splashed my love juice all over the forest floor.
We lived on a pretty quiet farm with miles of unoccupied forest land so there was little chance of being discovered (though maybe the slight chance of it was an extra thrill to me once I thought about it) and as I was quite a late developer when it came to sex I thought this was just the best time possible, albeit with the usual slight wave of guilt after I had cum.
Anyway, enough of history, this day I walked for not too far, desperate as I was to get stuck into the new thrills of these magazines, which I had slipped from under my shirt so I could gaze at the sexy porn girls on the covers. It was too much and I found a large tree and stopped, swiftly whipping off my shoes, socks, jeans, shorts and shirt and dropped to my knees in the soft mixture of moss and leaves on the ground. I grabbed my already stiff six inch cock in my right hand and entered a little world of my own.
Man they were something else, these magazines, real hardcore stuff, stuff that I had only dreamed about in the past (what with never having been with a girl nor having seen real porn videos), looking at the stills of the blondes and brunettes, not just bare ass naked with their massive tits out but there shaven pussies all pulled open for me to feast my eyes on. But that was tame compared to when I flipped the page to gaze in awe at the full penetration pictures, the girl with a cock right in her mouth while one plunged into her from behind. Oh god it was so hot! I was so turned on. I jerked my dick even harder and knew I could not hold off cumming much longer. Then as I descended to the depths of my being and prepared to cum I was snapped out of my trance like state by a harsh noise close by to my right.
Instantly I was aware, my eyes were wide, my ears straining. I knew I was in trouble, here I was completely naked, my slick cock in my hand and hardcore pornography before me, if I was discovered like this there could be no mistaking what I was doing. I froze, partly through not knowing what to do and partly from an instinct that told me if I moved I was sure to be seen or heard while if I didn't move I half a chance of remaining undiscovered. I focused on the noise and twisted my head to stare in it's direction, it sounded like falling water in leaves and as I turned I saw half a person (obscured by a tree) they were having a piss against a tree and from the way they were doing it they were obviously male. I didn't recognise them immediately and they apparently had not seen me yet. I held my breath and sent up a small prayer that they would turn away. Apparently God was not listening to me that day.
As the stream of piss dried up the guy stepped to the side and ended up staring right at me. It was almost comic, his dick still hung out, a cigarette hung from his lips as his jaw dropped as he spotted me - almost, but really there was nothing funny about Barry Eden finding me like this.
Barry Eden, the Forrester on the farm. Barry Eden the mortal enemy of my father. Barry Eden, whose wife had left him last year amid all sorts of rumours. A barrel chest man of around fifty he was nothing to describe but the really important fact was that him and Dad had never seen eye to eye, they had clashed numerous times and nearly even come to blows in the past. My Dad barely had a bad word to say about anyone but get him started on Mr. Eden and it was like a war vet speaking about his time in the battlefield. So to say being discovered like this by him was bad news is probably an understatement. He stood transfixed for a moment just as I was (he had the advantage of being clothed though).
Time seemed to stand still until he broke the spell by turning the corners of his mouth into a knowing smile, adjusted his Deer stalkers hat, flicked away his cigarette and strode to wards me, seemingly forgetting his dick was still hanging out.
"Well, well, what do we have here young man?"
His voice seemed to drip with sarcasm and as he leaned over me to look at the magazines spread before me I suddenly remembered my modesty and cupped my hand over my exposed cock and balls.
"Now, now young man no need to be shy, there's nothing there I haven't seen before. Now what's this you're looking at. My, look at that, that young woman appears to have two dicks in her mouth. Like that do you?"
Sure it was a question but how the hell did I answer that? I kind of shrugged and mumble a 'I guess so' and prayed for the ground to swallow me up and get me out of this predicament. It didn't and he continued, a definite idea forming in his words.
"So you like looking at cocks do you? I can't imagine your father would be too happy or proud to hear that, do you? His only son sneaking down here, taking off all his clothes like some little pervert and jacking off to filth like this. Be a real shame if I got to tell him all about it in minute detail."
"Please, don't I..."
I was on his hook and there would be no escape. I cut off because he was all but leaning against me and it was difficult to escape the fact that his loose dick was noticeably stiffening. He leaned further rover and I could feel the tip of his dick touch my ear. To my consternation and Barry's obvious delight I was starting to get hard again too, surely it had to be the left overs of my thoughts about the porn sluts, didn't it?
"See boy, you're getting excited aren't you? You look at those pictures and wonder what it would be like to suck a dick, don't you? Don't deny it, I know it. And I'll tell you what, I can help you out, why don't you just turn around and open that mouth of yours and go ahead and find out. Go on, it won't hurt. It doesn't make you gay and I promise I won't ever tell your Dad about what I found you doing."
