I was already hard and throbbing just with the thought of being alone with Brad. When we got inside, we both dropped our pants. My heart was pounding in my chest as we walked to the barn. When we tired of that, Brad suggested we head to the barn.
I would dream that Brad would stand up and come stand in front of me and start rubbing his beautiful hard cock all over my face and then shoving it's full length in my mouth, forcing me to suck him until he came. While the other guys would fantasize about the models in the magazines, I would fantasize about Brad's cock. My cock, on the other hand was only 4 inches and skinny. Where most of the guys would have 5 or 6 inches, Brad's cock was at least eight inches long, uncut, and thick. Brad, whose father owned the barn we would meet in, was really hung. I could often win the fastest competition but my cock was much smaller than most of the others and couldn't match the distance some of these guys could.
Sometimes there would be as many as 6 of us sitting around with our pants and underwear around our ankles competing to see who could cum the fastest or shoot the farthest. We often had group masturbation sessions in the barn of one of our friend's father. As a teenager, our sexual activity was confined to masturbating while looking at magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. There was not much opportunity for sex with girls in a small town. I grew up in a small town and did not move to the city until college.