Good friend on a long boring night working on a farm during summer break after high school riding around in the pick-up on a Saturday night talking about life. He is driving, we stopped stop to recycle some Bud on a dirt road after 30 minutes of talking about girls we had done stuff with. We both were waiting on wood to subside to pee, and he laughed nervously and asked if I was having a hard time too. Written both admitted that we were, in the moonlight I noticed a glistening drop on his softening curved up dick.
We got in the truck and I noticed he left his pants un buttoned and zipper down. He again started up about a girl we both wanted, who was the sister of a good friend and freaking hotter! As he drove, he kept creeping his right hand in his shorts. I unbuttoned mine and we talked and rubbed ourselves. I glanced over and he had pulled his dick out of his boxers and smiled as je stared at the road saying DAMN I am boned up. I laughed and pulled money out, he glanced over and turned on the map lights in the cab of the Z71, and said hope you don't mind, I like to watch a bro whack off. We drove around stroking and edging, glancing occasionally. He pulled off into a sogrum field pulling.g along the edge, and put be truck in park. Reaching into the back seat he grabbed a John Deer tee shirt, aipped the console up and laid the shirt between us. We both pulled our boxers and shorts to our ankles and stripped of our tee's. He splayed out his legs scooting towards the middle of the seat a little and leaned his shoulder into the seat within a inch of mine.
We jerked watching the lightening dance ad the rain drops fell on the cab of the truck silence until me breathing fast " close bro". Speeding up I matched his slow determined strokes as we concentrated our gaze on each other until I felt his knee touch mine and we both blew a good damn load. We became regular jerk buds until I want to basic, and he took a job on an oil rig in the Gulf and moved to Mississippi. Two bros, horned up from high-school chicks and anticipating college fun. That is the way Georgia country boys passed the night, and many more after, and he was not the only one I had a "bond" with.
