Missed Opportunity

A stupid story of when I was growing up. My grandparents had a farm in rural Pennsylvania and part of our thing was for grandkids to go spend a week with them during the summer. I was eleven that summer and I went for a hike with one of the men who had been hired as help on the farm. He was a nice man, and my grandmother gave him instructions about taking care of me.

We went to the back of the farm, not really far but for me it was. I got this urge to pee and he stood guard while I lowered my pants and squatted. While I was peeing he turned and watched me, staring at me right between the legs. He took out his penis and told me to keep my legs apart and he peed right into the puddle I had made. He let the last drops fall and he asked me if I had ever touched a penis. Still squatting with my legs open he stood right in front of me with his penis right in my face.

After a minute he told me I could stand, he touched me and told me that soon I was going to be ready, maybe by next summer. On the way back he talked to me about how all the female animals wanted a penis, a lot of animals wanted a penis when they were in heat, but female humans wanted a penis all the time.

That night after dinner I went outside because the house was hot and he was standing under the tree in the yard. I went over to him and he asked me how I was doing. He asked me how many brothers and sisters I had, which was proof that my mother really liked it, and my grandmother must have really liked it because she had eight kids. He was sure that I was going to like it. We went around back behind the shed and he held me with one arm and touched me with his other hand. He had me put my hand on his hard penis. He told me to go back inside and next year he would show me for real, for now I just had to think about it because he was going to be waiting.

The next year he wasn't working at the farm, but during that summer I thought a lot about him. I masturbated that summer, and when I was sixteen I made this boy on our street fuck me. I remember now how scared he was, he didn't want to do it, but I did. That's how he and I both lost our virginities. Sometimes when I am out and I see a man that reminds me of the man at the farm I get urges, sometimes pretty strong. I wish he had gone ahead with me, I was ready.

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