"Ain't no rush. Yer still harder than a rock, gonna need to deal with that first."
Andrew gulps, hiding his erection with his hands. Seems like he still needs some more encouragement, which should be easy enough to do. You start taking off your own pants, dropping the fabric to the floor and letting your cock greet the nervous man. Still flaccid but resting at an impressive six inches. Growing as you pull up your shirt and show off your hairy and fit body to Andrew. Your meat reaching twelve inches as it rises to full length, donkey-sized balls full of virile seed.
"F-fuck. Is your whole family that big?"
"Course. Part of being a Fletcher."
You grip the end of your cock, wagging it up and down in a display for the man.
"Yer into men. Yer pent up. How 'bout we jerk off right next to one another."
"I still don't know you! Plus, I need to find my friend!"
"Yer friend ever cared about your interest in guys? Guessin' not."
"Shut up! I can still call the cops on this fucked up place!"
"Ain't tryin' to start nothing. Tryin' to help, promise. Cause I'm sure you've jacked off before, but it feels real good to do it with a buddy."
He continues to stare daggers into you, keeping up his guard for a few more moments, before a sudden sadness fills his eyes.
"...This farm is weird. Still a shithole, but yeah. No one's really cared."
"Not gonna force ya to do anything. But I'm opened to help you explore yourself. Farm here's full of us folk who're true rednecks and true to ourselves."
You tug at the head of your shaft, giving Andrew a wink.
"Trust me, you'll feel better."
With that invitation, Andrew starts to undo his belt. Letting his jeans drop down to the ground, removing his underwear and finally his shirt. Smooth skinned though with a bit of natural muscle. You remember he did some factory work for his father, definitely helped to get him into shape.
His own hand drifts towards his cock, unsure at first as he watches you. Though he eases as he takes in a long breath and exhales, stroking the top of his dick in time with your own movements. It's only half your size in length, which you think is fairly impressive for someone outside the family. His fingers pressing the top of his foreskin against the meat underneath, rubbing it all as he works himself with expertise. Of course, you're not going to be outdone by anyone, having your own calculated movements made on your own pride.
"It's... a bit different. Nicer I guess."
Andrew speaks up after a few grunts.
"Jerking it with another guy. Makes it seem more acceptable."
"Plus gives ya a good view. Don't it?"
"...Heh. Yeah. Yeah it does."
A slight smile escapes his lips as the two of you continue to put your hand to work. Andrew looking at you for most of the time he is masturbating. Eyes exploring your tight chest and wild head. You never knew he was into country folks, probably a good thing. The old you would have teased him relentlessly for it. But now, you're just happy he's happy.
"Y'know it's calm on the farm. Got a good life here. Family looks after ya, sometimes a cousin'll even help ya with relief."
"Must be nice."
"Nicest yall see... Ya ever wishes this sorta life was yers?"
"Fuck, don't know. Never thought about it. Thought I hated it all but... it really is nice."
"Gonna say, it could still be yers."
"Huh?"
You feel yourself reaching your limit. Cheeks a bright red as you can't help but buck your legs and hasten your strokes. Andrew's groans filling the air as he too starts to approach climax. Still focused on you and listening for whatever you're saying.
"If ya want it... ya can have it... imagine it. Being on the farm... being a Fletcher... It'll start off yer new journey... Working hard... fucking hard... being proud of yerself without any of that there city pressure!"
You blurt out the last line before blowing your load. Bull-like balls emptying their reservoirs as thick globs of cum shoots from your cock and sinks into the dirt path. Your gaze going to Andrew as the euphoria leaves you. The youth still unable to reach his own release despite his best attempts. Still stroking his cock up and down with rapid movements, eyes closed tight and body tensed.
Though as you continue to watch, you see your companion start to alter. Small changes present in the man, whole body growing a few inches more. Hairs sprouting between his pecs and alongside the backs of his arms. More joining the light coverings that he already had down his legs and pubes. The young adult aging at least two years before your eyes. Easily in his early twenties now as he finally finds his release. Unloading his now larger balls and feeding the earth with his own spunk. Andrew taking a few deep breaths as his hand returns to his side. Finally recovered as he looks to you with a pure smile.
"That was... fuck. Never thought it'd feel better doing it with another guy."
"Welcome to anytime. See yer gains?"
"My... gains?"
He looks to his chest. Almost falling to his feet as the changes finally reach him. A hand moving up and down the new hairs, astonished by whatever has happened to him.
"Told ya. Want it. Have it."
"W-what the fuck! It's... what's all this? What'd you do!"
"Nothin'. Don't gotta get upset. Yer the one who wanted this, didn't ya?"
You offer another grin, Andrew anger fading as he contemplates whatever is going on.
"I... yeah... I think... maybe..."
"Ain't gonna force ya. But yer on the road to becoming a new redneck. Can help ya continue transitioning. Either quickly or slowly, whatever yer wanting."
"I... I still need to... find my buddy though."
"Heh, he's always been here. I'm your buddy, Andrew. Buck and Jed showed me the farm life. Broke me in and made me a Fletcher. Shoulda seen Jed shove his cock up my ass. Wowee, let me tell ya, best feeling in my life!"
He stares at you. Trying to confirm or deny whatever you've told him. Though too overwhelmed to reply. Still just thinking about what he is going to say and what he is going to do.