Gary and his Stiff Problem

This happened when I was fourteen and still on the farm.

 Gary called and asked if he could come over for the day. I said sure, but I have a lot of field work that has to be done. I told him I would be working in the field by his house. He said he can come to the field and meet me there. I arrived at the field to get started working, but mostly I was anxiously waiting for  for Gary.

He finally crossed their fence and came running over to me. We kind of gave each other a bro-hug, but then I began explaining to him what had to be done in the field.

 He looked at me and said that he can help but first he needed to ask something. He said he has a problem and needed some help.

  "Yeah Gary, what's your problem?"

  He glances at me and says "Well! I wake up with a boner every morning. and it hurts sometimes."

 He looks at the ground and continued,  "Sometimes!.... it stays hard for a long time."

 "You're older and well, I was wondering if you know how I can make my dick go down and not stay hard."

 I patted him on the back, and said, "I know what you're saying. When I was twelve I had those same problems as you're having." I left my hand rested on his arm and continued, "I finally figured it out that I needed to play with my boner until I cum, and only then it would go down and not hurt anymore."

I stepped back and asked him if he ever played with his boner and made it cum?

He shrugged his shoulders, and scratched his head in bewilderment. "No well  umm...I haven't, can you help me out?"

 "Dude, lets get these hay bales on the tractor bucket, and after we deliver them to the barn, I 'll show you."

After the chores we went into my room. I said "You still ready?" 

He was already taking off his pants. But he looked up while slipping off his white undies and nodded really fast.

With my instructional voice I told him, "If  you follow what I do and you will never have that problem again.

I pulled my boner out as his rose to attention.

 He sheepishly asked if mine was the same size as his when I was 12, or was mine always bigger and with all them hairs. I actually couldn't remember if I got hairs at 11 or 12, but I just told him I was the same, so that he wouldn't feel bad.

As I stroked mine slowly, he wiggled two fingers and a thumb around the base and followed on up to his little pink head, just like I was doing with my fist. He tried to fist pump his but the head disappeared and he went back to the two finger method much to my delight.

Basically, he followed everything I was doing and we both shot our loads. Of course his was a few clear drops, but he obviously was satisfied he had done what I showed him. 

He looked at me and thanked me and told me how good it felt.

I smiled and said, "You're welcome, just keep doing it like that and your dick won't hurt again.

 

Farm Boy