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Good Medicine
The summer I turned fifteen, our hired hand, who was two years older and proud of his ability to ejaculate, took me into the barn, pulled down his pants, and jacked-off into the palm of my hand.
"Aah," he sighed.
My palm was full. No wonder he was proud; his cum was fluffy and plentiful. It tasted like mushrooms.
Another drop oozed out, "Want this, too?"
"Sure," I got to my knees and licked the rest from the head of his cock.
The first time I'd touched another man's hard-on had me mesmerized.
But the voice in my head said, "Never do that again!"
"Wanna suck my dick some time?" he asked. "Cum's good medicine."
Everyone knows sucking cock is wrong. I was ashamed for wanting it.
"I shouldn't."
"No problem," he pulled up his pants.
A few days later in the hayloft after we finished stacking bales, he said, "Come over here."
He dropped his pants and his cock rose up erect, arching out of dark pubic hair. It had a slight upward curve, nodding with his heart beat. His balls were buried in pubic hair.
"Can I get some help with this?" spoke a living statue of David.
His crotch smelled like sperm. I took a deep breath. The head of his cock was covered by thick foreskin. I pulled it back and inhaled pure testosterone. His glans was smooth on my tongue.
"Sweet," he whispered.
To quiet the voice in my head, I thought, "There's nothing I'd rather do."
And so I learned to suck cock. I knew it was forbidden, and my brain told me not to. But my body wanted it. It satisfied some animal need.
He taught me without saying a word, just by moaning with pleasure. Guided by these moans, I swirled my tongue on the underside, used a steady rhythm, pulled all the way out to the tip, took it down my throat till I couldn't breathe, fondled his balls, fingered his asshole, grabbed his butt-cheeks, and stroked myself at the same time.
He moaned in pleasure. Sometimes I moaned too.
His cock was sensitive, so I sucked gently. With his glans in my throat, my lips tight around the base, my nose in his pubic-hair, and my hand holding his balls, I swallowed repeatedly, milking his cock.
"Mmm" he purred.
I loved the firmness of his erection. The closer to orgasm he got, the harder it became. When it was swollen to bursting, I slowed way down, prolonging his pleasure. When it subsided a bit, I sped up. We went on this way for awhile until, even when I was completely still, his cock began to pulse.
"Yeah!" He cried, thrusting deep.
Cum began to ooze, then gush, then spurt down my throat. He pulled back, allowing me to breathe and filling my mouth. I swallowed. Food of the gods. Essence of Life.
"Oh, my God," he sighed.
"It feels so good," I added, as my cum erupted.
I licked my own cum off my hand, suddenly disgusted with myself.
A few days later, I showed him my hard-on, butterflies in my stomach, and said, "Come over here."
I wanted him to suck me, but when he pulled out his cock, I fell to my knees.
"It's good to be back in your mouth," he said, growing hard.
I groaned in pleasure. Those butterflies electrified my body.
We couldn't get enough. He showed me he wanted it by touching his crotch. At first, his cock-head was grayish-pink, but after I'd kept it swollen from sucking, it became a darker red.
Once, when we were lying on a grassy bank beside the river he said, "Know why I cum so much?"
"No, why?"
"Cause when I was your age, another man gave me his cum. It has hormones and minerals. It's good medicine."
"Really?" This seemed like a good deal for the other guy.
"Sucking cock doesn't make you a bad person."
"Good to know." I mustered up the courage to say, "I was hoping you'd suck mine."
"I wondered when you'd ask."
He pulled my foreskin back and caressed my glans with moist lips and tongue. I relaxed and surrendered to his mouth. He understood what my cock wanted, and as he slid it into his throat, all the nerves were excited at the same time. Every cell in my body wanted more of this pleasure.
I saw he had a hard-on. Sucking me turned him on. He rotated on his hip, so I could nurse on his cock. His thigh became my pillow. We mirrored each other. With our cocks in our throats and our bellies touching, we took each other close to the point of no return where time stood still.
Everything came into balance. A breeze rustled the grasses, the river murmured along its banks, and all my shame melted away. My heart opened to this man who entwined our two bodies into one. The boundaries between us dissolved, and cum began to flow. We drank it all.
The rest of that summer we took care of the farm and, when time allowed, each other. We did it in the out-buildings, the cornfield, the river bottom, back in the woods, wherever we'd be alone. The crops were bountiful that year.
He left after the fall harvest, having brought me to my knees and introduced me to the ways of cock worship.
And I moved closer to being a man.
In remembrance of him, I threw my legs over my head, pulled my butt till I got my lips around my glans, moaned in pleasure, and filled my mouth with cum. It's such good medicine.