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by Bigcutone@hotmail.com This is a true story of summer vacation when I was 18. It's short, but I think you'll enjoy it. Feedback is welcomed. I was raised in the Mississippi river delta in Eastern Arkansas. It was extremely rich farmland, which made a couple of men rich and kept the rest of us "dirt poor". For poor boys like me, if you wanted spending money on summer vacation, you worked on a farm. The summer between my ninth and tenth grades was a pretty good one. I had landed a job on the farm of one of the men who went to our church. He agreed to pay me $25 a day to pull weeds out of his soybean fields. It was hard work, but for a guy my age, that was a veritable fortune! My first morning, the field foreman picked me and the other guys up in his truck from our various homes. There were about eight of us, if I remember correctly, all roughly about the same age. I do remember not being real impressed with anyone. I was a loner and pretty much stuck to myself most of the time. However, there's something about almost killing yourself with hard work with a bunch of guys that kind of brings you together. During our break periods the camaraderie ran high. We bragged about who had done the most work, or who had drunk the most beer, and invariably, who had fucked the most girls. I stayed quiet during most of these bragging sessions since I didn't drink and I certainly didn't care to fuck any girls. The field foreman noticed my quietness and seemed to take an interest in me. In fact, when the other guys would start to make comments about me and my apparent (to them) lack of manhood, he would stick up for me. The field foreman, Randy, wasn't the most attractive man in the world. In fact, he was kind of plain. He was about 25 years old, I guess, and was married with one small child. He was built pretty well due to all the hard work and was a genuinely nice guy. I don't consider 25 to be that old now, but then, as far as I was concerned, he was a "man". After all, he even had a kid! He did tease me a little bit though when the other guys weren't around. He would say things like "if I put a quarter in your ear will your teeth roll back?" At first I didn't have a clue as to what he meant, but before long I realized that he was suggesting that I give him a blowjob. Over the summer, Randy befriended me and made me feel really important. Sometimes he would let me sit on the back of the pickup while he drove up and down the field rows making sure that the other guys were doing their work. I really loved it when he would let me drive! He gave me my first beer and my first cigarette. Frequently when we would all be sitting around laughing and joking, Randy would casually put his arm around me for a minute or two. When several of us would go to take a piss in the bushes, Randy would always make sure that he and I went together. I always got a good look at his cock. I must admit that I really enjoyed the feel of his strong, dirty arm across my shoulders. I also really liked the look of his strong chest and crotch-filled jeans. I liked the way that Randy made me feel. In fact, I think I was beginning to experience puppy love. One evening, late that summer, Randy dropped each of us at our homes in the usual fashion, me being last. However, when he got to my house, Randy turned to me in the seat and asked if I wanted to go skinny-dipping down at the creek. I had never been skinny dipping before and the thought of swimming naked with Randy - a grown man - was quite appealing to me. So I said yes. Randy seemed delighted and off we went. When we got to the creek, we both jumped out of the pickup and immediately began stripping off our clothes. I've never been modest or bashful, but for the first time, I was worried about what someone might think when they saw me naked. I was still pulling off my pants when Randy walked up and slapped me on the butt and told me to get a move on. I looked up and there was Randy in all of his naked glory. He was about 5'10", light skin with dark hair. His chest, arms, abs, and legs were all well developed - not with gym muscles, but real, hard work muscles. The crowning achievement, of course, was the log between his legs. In my eyes, Randy's cock was huge. Other than my dad, I had never seen an adult male dick. I was enraptured! All thoughts of modesty aside, I stripped off the remainder of my clothing and off we ran to the creek. We splashed, romped, and in general acted like the boys that we were. More than once in our play Randy pushed himself against me so that his cock was pressed against my leg or in the crack of my ass. After about 30 minutes of playing Randy said that we had to call it quits. We got out and went back to the pickup. We didn't have any towels, so Randy suggested that I spread out my shirt and lie down on the tailgate of his pickup and let the sun dry me. I readily did that letting my legs swing off the back. Randy just stood a foot or so away from my knees looking at me and smiling. After about a minute or so, he got a bright idea and went to the front of the pickup. He came back in just a few seconds. Randy spread my legs and positioned himself between them, his cock only a few inches above mine. At that point, he was lined up perfectly for what was to come. Randy tossed a quarter onto my belly. Surprised, I picked up the quarter and looked at him questioningly and said, "What's this for?" He responded with a mischievous grin, "I want to see if your teeth really will roll back." I watched in fascination as his cock began to grow. It was amazing! What was just moments ago a two or three inch piece of flesh had now grown into a hard, 7" steel rod. I lay there mesmerized as I watched the foreskin slowly roll back and a small drop of precum appear on the end of Randy's dick. The details of what happened then are not quite as clear. I do know that I began to suck Randy's cock. And I know that I loved it. What I don't remember is how we ended up in the next position. The next thing that I remember was my legs hooked over Randy's shoulders and his dick up my ass. Randy plunged his dick all the way into my ass until I could feel nothing but his pubic hair. He pulled out until just the tip was left in. Then he plunged it back in again. Years earlier several of my little friends and I had taken turns sticking our little pricks into each other's butts. But this was different. I was being fucked! A grown man was using my asshole like a pussy and I loved it! It hurt like hell and I loved it! It didn't take long until Randy began to breath heavy. He tensed up, his dick got even longer and harder and he shot his load deep inside my body. Randy collapsed on top of me and began to lightly kiss my neck while his cock softened. A few minutes later we were back on the road to my house. I had just had the most incredible experience in my short life and Randy was laughing and carrying on like nothing had happened at all. I guess to him I was just another kid with a tight ass. To me he was the man that I loved. He had just made love to me and left a piece of himself deep inside me. I was sure that someday he would love me to. That weekend was hell to me. I couldn't wait to see Randy, my love, again on Monday. It didn't go the way that I wanted it to however. While Randy wasn't mean to me or anything, he certainly didn't proclaim his love for me either. I was devastated - at least until that Friday when Randy fucked me again. It went on like this for about three more weeks until the end of summer vacation. The last time that Randy fucked me I think he began to get an idea of what he had done to me. As we lay there in the afterglow of sex; Randy on top, his dick inside me; I told Randy that I was pregnant. He was very quiet for a minute and then he lifted himself up and looked at me with shock on his face and said, "What!?" I told him again that I thought I was pregnant. (Okay, no one ever said that Arkansas does a good job of teaching Sex Ed.) I knew that sperm was what Randy had been sending up my ass the last few weeks and I was confident that he had impregnated me and I told him so. Looking back, I realize now just how much Randy really did care for me based on the reaction that he gave me. Instead of laughing at me and ridiculing, Randy got a big smile on his face and planted a wet kiss on my mouth and began to french kiss me. When he finally finished the kiss he laid back down on me and began to slowly fuck me again. He whispered in my ear that he was very excited that I was going to have his baby. He told me that when it was born he would divorce his wife and that he and I would get married. As he came that last time, he shot his load telling me that he loved me. I never saw him much after that and I slowly began to get over him. Of course, I wasn't pregnant. I look back on that summer as one of the best of my life. Randy wasn't much, but he was mine. He was a man who showed this boy how to be a man. I will always love him. The end