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We had finished bailing 3 racks of soft slough grass hay and pulled up to the barn. Keith, Tim and myself were friends for years and in wrestling and weight lifting. We drew straws for who would stay outside the HOT haymow and unload on the hay on the elevator, while the other 2 worked in a 11 degree sweat box haymow. Tim won and told us to get our dicks in the haymow, he was going to make us sweat ! We didn't mind as college was coming up in three weeks and needed to sweat off a few pounds. We started sweating the minute we walked up the haymow steps. Tim, true to his word with 180 lbs of muscle to back it up, really pumped the bales up the elevator. When the bale dropped off the elevator I grabbed it and threw it back to Keith. Keith was a lighter weight at 145. But he was all stud. If him and Tim had a dick measuring contest they would both come in at 8 to 9 inches. I was the 175 pounder of the group. I had a 28 in waist, 42 inch chest. Ripped abs and great chest. I loved wearing tight jeans with a thong to keep the smooth ass and hang'in cock. We dropped our shirts soon after we started, as they were sticking to us by sweat. Tim finished the first rack and gave us a few minutes of break. Our jeans were soaked with sweat and felt like they weighted 20 lbs. With 2 racks to go, it would be tough. Keith said to hell with the jeans and took them off. He was wearing a jock as usual. Always a stud! He ribbed me about being man enough to lose the jeans. He said we will get pumped up on the next load of hay and do a little flexing to show off. I dropped the jeans, and as normal wearing a string thong. It felt good to get rid of the jeans and show off like a good stud. I went over to the haymow door and yelled at Tim we were ready. He looked at me and laughed, wanting to know just what we were ready for! He said if we could handout, he could also, and dropped the jeans. As normal wearing a jock. Throwing bales, sweating and wearing a thong does not go well. The cock which was half hard kept falling out. Keith thought it was funny, wanting to know how big it was and if it would make the bull jealous. During the last load of hay I said to hell with it and dropped the thong, Keith already got rid of the jock. We did look good, 2 young sweaty young studs, naked and 1/2 hard dicks. Finally the elevator stopped and we were done. Keith and I had a few bales to stack, when Tim appeared in the doorway. He has naked and had a full hard on. It was big. He was stroking it real slow, using some petroleum jelly we used for cuts on the cows. Keith accidentally backed in to me, holding a bale of hay as he was looking at Tim. Ohhh, my dick got hard and quick. It was every bit as big as Tim's. Keith turned around to me, looked me over and reached out, brushing some hay leaves off my abs. Now I was really hard. The sweat running off my firm muscular body, down to a hard cock felt really good. The next thing I know something warm and wet was surrounding by dick. I laid back on a bale of hay as Keith followed with his mouth sliding on and off my cock. I could hear Keith moaning between sucking and looked up to see Tim sliding that bull size cock into Keith. Keith's knees buckled and he dropped to his knees. I could see Tim's, head back and neck muscles bulging as he pumped a big load into Keith. I lost it at that point, and Keith was slurping and swallowing. We all just dropped and laid on the floor for several minutes, breathing hard, and feeling full stud. We checked out the dick sizes with Tim at 9.5, me at 9 and Keith at 8.5. We still wear jocks and a thongs under our jeans, and feel as cocking hang'ing studs as ever.