In The Barn With Brad - Sex Stories

In The Barn With Brad

... strange gleam in Brad’s eye as he watches the rutting bull. His arms slip around me, stroking my breasts through my t-shirt, and I see the acts before me with new eyes. What has previously been just a disgusting ritual assumes new meaning, and a strange thrill courses through me. A sudden thought strikes me, and I turn to Brad, eyes wide with wonder. “Is your…I mean…is it…like…that?” I stammer, blushing furiously. A grin splits Brad’s face. “You’ve never seen one before, have you?” he asks. I shake my head dumbly. His grin broadens. “Want to see mine?” I nod, and he slips out of his shorts. His penis reminds me of a plump, pink sausage as it stands out from his body, seeming to defy gravity. “You can touch it if you like…” he urges, so I reach out carefully and touch just the end of it. It is soft, slightly rubbery, and hot. I snatch my hand back guiltily. Brad is laughing softly. “Here…” he urges, taking my hand in his. “You hold it like this.” He gently curls my hand around his penis, then begins moving my hand slowly up and down his shaft. It feels almost as if it is alive, the way it pulses under my fingers. The skin is very smooth and soft, radiating a fierce heat. It swells at my touch, growing harder and hotter by the minute. Brad isn’t laughing anymore; instead, his eyes are closed in fierce concentration and his jaws are clenched. I touch something slippery and look down in confusion. A small bead of some clear liquid is seeping slowly out of the tip. Brad moans ...

... softly, then opens his eyes and stares piercingly at me. “Do you like that?” he asks gently. I hesitate a moment, unsure, then nod slowly. “Would you like to try something else that would really make me happy?” I nod again, slower this time. He takes out the magazine again and flips purposefully through the pages. “Here,” he says, extending a picture toward me. “Think you could do that?” I look at the picture in bewilderment. It shows a man sitting on the edge of a bed, and a woman kneeling on the floor between his legs. They are both naked, and she seems to have his…thing…in her mouth. My stomach lurches uncomfortably at the idea, but Brad is staring expectantly at me. I don’t want him to think of me as just a baby! Defiantly, I say, “Sure, I could try – But you’ll hafta tell me what to do…” From the grin that spreads slowly across his face, I know I’ve said what he wanted to hear. His smile causes a warm, bubbly feeling to creep through my stomach and chest. “Here…” he whispers, gripping my shoulders gently. He pushes me slowly down to my knees, so that his erect penis bobs directly in front of my face. It even bounces off the end of my nose a couple times. I’m trying hard not to giggle. “Now, open your mouth…” I do as he instructs, and he slowly eases himself into my mouth. The liquid at the tip is warm and salty, not at all unpleasant to taste, though I’m not so sure I like its slimy consistency. He feels even bigger than he did when I held him in my hand. Hotter, too. I feel ...