His cock did not go down, but patiently stood there, waiting for the hand to return.

“I can't stay home any longer,” thought Pauli; “I'm twenty years old and still a virgin. If I stay, I'll end up married.  I don't want to marry. I don't like girls, they bore me. I want Rudy.”

Pauli knew that Rudolph Valentino was dead. 'Rudy' was his code word for a beautiful Mediterranean man who would sweep him away and fuck him endlessly. Never having had sex, he presumed that sex between men was similar to sex between men and women. He had seen that once, the previous summer. He watched from the bushes while Calvin, a boy he had been to school with, screwed the town slut near the swimming beach at the lake. Pauli watched Calvin's cock go in and out for the ten minutes it took him to finish. Whenever he thought of that image while masturbating, he only thought of Calvin. He couldn't describe the girl to save her life.

Pauli's cock was still hard. He knew he had to finish the job, other wise he faced the possibility of an erection at the dinner table. This had occurred in the past, and was a source of acute embarrassment to him. Once, his older brother Lucas had looked down and noticed. He said nothing. Lucas was good like that. Later, Lucas had said not to worry about masturbation.

“It won't do you any harm, despite what idiots say. The guys in my Marine unit do it all the time. I do it. It's just a pressure valve. Certainly don't do it in public, but don't torture yourself about it.”

Pauli loved his older brother and had sometimes masturbated to a fantasy of watching Lucas masturbate with his Marine unit. But that was now past. Now he has Rudolph Valentino and a strong hard cock, waiting to empty his balls.

Resting backing with his feet up against the loft wall, he set out to finish himself off in style. Imagining himself in the Sheik's tent, in place of Agnes Ayres, Pauli watched Valentino drop his loose Arab pants. The beautiful dark cock rose half way and stuck out, parallel to the carpeted floor.

Pauli was breathing hard and working himself to a climax. The foreskin was back and the loose skin enabled him to work the shaft with vigor. Pushing his feet against the barn wall, he started to lift himself off the hay. Only his shoulders stayed on the hay.

The climax came in one insistent burst. The cum landed on his left cheek and trailed down his lips, chin, chest, stomach, a little pool in his belly button and a sizeable amount on his hand and wrist.

Kneeling up, he looked at this handiwork.

“Seven out of ten,” he thought. “Another one tonight in bed.”