Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2016 13:07:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Breaking the Dry Spell

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*****

"Rain!" Joe bellowed in a deep, booming voice, thrusting his hands up at
the half-cloudy sky theatrically. "Let there be rain, I command it!"

I rolled my eyes, chuckled, kicked at the dry dirt under my boots. The
grass was still holding up OK, but we could sure use a little help. The
water issue was all over the news, nowhere more than here in the Central
Valley, and I know we weren't the only ones getting worried about it. Ours
was a big operation, and we were sitting on a tidy chunk of water rights,
but that didn't do shit for us if the water was running out underneath us.

When the clouds had started to roll in, we'd both watched, and as they
thickened and darkened, we looked at each other, like maybe this could be
it. We'd take whatever we could get, right now. But there was still a lot
of blue in the sky, and no signs of anything coming off the clouds, so we
went back to working on the fence, one eye on it, the other overhead. And
then Joe finally dropped his hammer, strode out to the round patch of grass
in the circle of the driveway, and started doing his thing.

I had to admit, he looked damn impressive, all football-big, built up in
the weight room back at school, just a pair of mesh shorts and his ratty
old sneakers on. The beard was new on him, but it worked, made him look
older than his age, closer to mine, even though I didn't have much more
than stubble. The way those shorts clung to the big mounds of his ass made
me swallow, avert my eyes. I was a big dude myself, and I had more than my
fair share of admirers back in my college days, and still on the rare
occasions I went into town. But Joe was the real eye-catcher. I wondered
how he'd do, out here in the boonies, with so little tail to chase. Shit,
he'd still have more to chase than me - there were a few of the workers
who'd caught my eye out here, and the Hayes kid down at the feed store in
town was turning into a damn fine-looking little stud. But mostly, it was
me out here by myself, with my right hand. No life for a young man, but I
didn't have a lot of options.

"Doesn't sound like the gods are listening, bro," I chuckled, pulling my
old ballcap off, wiping away the sweat. I could use a beer. I could use a
slow jackoff session. I could use a lay, more than anything else.

"Ah, fuck `em, then," he said, shrugging his big shoulders and ambling
back. I guess he picked up on my vibe, because he hitched at the big lump
in the front of his shorts. "Fuck bro... I'm bored as hell."

"Welcome to the life, man," I said, dropping the tools back in the box,
surveying our work. The fence looked good, but painting it could wait. That
beer was sounding pretty good, right about now.

"Yo... you remember how we used to kill time, days like these?" Joe said
with a grin. He hadn't stopped tugging at his shorts, and there was a
serious bulge developing there. I looked away. Lead me not into temptation,
and all that...

But what he was saying, shit yeah I remembered that. You know how it is,
when you first discover what you can do with your cock - you want to do it
all the damn time. Becomes your favorite hobby. I was a big, healthy, horny
kid, and I loved to steal way and find places to jack off in the peace and
quiet. Then one day when he was around 14, Joe followed me, all
sneaky-like, and totally busted me with my jeans around my ankles, down in
the little grove of trees that was one of my favorite places to go bust a
nut by myself. I thought he was gonna rat me out, but he just got this big,
surprised but excited grin - a lot like the one spreading over his face
right now - and hauled his own good-sized teen dick out too, started
whacking away on it before I could get my bearings. And that's how we got
to be jack buds, two big, horny teen farm kids, brothers getting into
getting off together. Shit, we hadn't done that in years. And here he was
now, that big unmistakeable mound in his old black shorts thickening,
lengthening, tenting, and I could feel my own starting to make its presence
known in my jeans. I started to grin back.

"Fuck it," I said. "Go grab us a couple beers, and let's chill, little
brother."

"Fuck yeah, dude!" he said excitedly, and ran into the house, those big
muscles of his moving beautifully.

Having such a big, studly jock brother had been a special kind of torment
for me, but he wasn't shy, and he never seemed to mind me checking him out
during those sessions. Sometimes, I thought he might even be showing
himself off a little. He'd been justifiably proud of those muscles when
they came on, and I'd catch his interested eyes roving over my own
shirtless torso as we jacked away in the quiet coolness of the grove,
comparing himself to me, seeing how big he'd get.

"You, uh, wanna head down to the grove, for old time's sake?" I said with a
half-embarrassed smile.

"Hell, bro," he chuckled, looking around. Nobody for literally miles. He
hauled out that big dick of his, hooking the waist of his shorts under his
big nuts, and popped the cap on his beer. "Let's just fuckin' do it here,
huh?"

I laughed, clinked my bottle against his and undid my fly, fished out my
cock. Saw him check it out, nod subtly, grin some more. And then we were
doing it again, slowly handling ourselves, leaning back against the
fence. No need to rush it, taking our time. Enjoying the vibe. Kid looked
fucking amazing, all big-chested, thick-muscled, handling a big, shiny,
thick piece of jock dick.

"Looks like farm life agrees with you, bro," he said, eyeing me up and
down, the muscles of my stomach showing under my pushed-up t-shirt, the big
bunch of my biceps as I worked my own big dick.

"Yeah, one day, you can look this good too, brother," I chuckled. "No more
working out in some fancy weight room. Just farm work, and plenty of it."

He laughed, rolled his eyes, then punched my arm. The touch of his hand,
however brief, on the mass of my bicep sent a little shiver through me, and
I grunted involuntarily. He gave me an interested look, then reached out
and playfully punched my big pec. I grunted again. His grin widened. I
jacked a little harder, and he nodded to himself.

"Fuck yeah, Johnny, get into it, brother," he said, all low and
husky. "Work that big dick, fucker."

Man, we used to talk back and forth a little, back when we used to do this,
but something about it now, both of us men, big and fit, healthy, stroking
our brother cocks out in the open, the way he kept bumping his fist against
me, my shoulder, my bicep, my pec - this was something else. Then he
reached over and plucked at the bunched-up material of my old T-shirt.

"Why don't you lose the shirt, bro," he said. "Get comfy, like me."

"Why don't you lose those shorts, kid," I said before I knew I was doing
it, and he gave me a curious grin, then winked, and shimmied out of them,
letting them slide down his thick-muscled thighs. I stared at him,
surprised, then yanked my shirt up and off as he nodded approvingly.

"Yeah man," he muttered, nearly naked. "Jeans too, fucker. C'mon."

I looked at him, and he seemed perfectly serious, so I skinned them down to
my boots, my underwear tucked under my big balls like his. I stared at him,
and he stared right back. We watched each other, real close, the big
bunches of muscle moving, flexing as we jacked, and then he started lightly
punching my pecs again, the crunch of my abs. I started to do the same, and
he grunted, turned a little more to me. Flexed up some more for me, and we
kept up like that, stroking faster and harder, copping feels of each
other's big young muscles, and then before I knew it, we were stepping
close, into the heat of each other's near-naked bodies, and I was grabbing
hold of the back of his thick neck and pulling him in to kiss him. Dunno
what came over me, I just went with it, and after a second, a deep,
surprised grunt, he did too. Kissed me back, kissed me well, lips and
tongue moving with mine, moving together. His hand slipped around to grab
hold of the big flex of my glute, pulling me in with a grunt from me, and I
reached round him too, both hands grabbing hold of his big-muscled
footballer's ass as our cocks ground between each other's big abs, tongues
dancing thick and wet, body to body, brother to brother.

It had been a little while for me, and the need welled up inside of me, a
slow heat radiating through my loins, my belly, my thighs, his big, capable
hands kneading my ass just spurring it on even further.

"God damn it, bro," I panted when our tongues separated, both panting for
breath, a lusty, surprised look in his eyes, but a big grin splitting his
handsome face. "I dunno if you want to, but shit..."

"You wanna get fucked, dontcha, big bro," he murmured with a knowing smile,
and I blushed hard, embarrassed at my need, embarrassed to ask him to
scratch that itch, but yeah. I did. Missed the feeling of a big dick
filling me up inside like that. A big dick like his. A man like him
thrusting hard and deep inside of me, his lips pressing to my neck,
whispering sweet-hot, dirty words lustily into my ear. I bet Joey knew how
to do all that. All I could do was nod, looking away from him, ashamed, but
he just clutched me tighter, tilted my chin up, grinned at me, and nodded
slowly.

We had nothing more than spit, but plenty of that, at least. He sure seemed
to know what he was doing as I leaned against the fence, grabbing hold of
the top rail, white-knuckling it as he introduced that big college-boy cock
of his to my ass. I wondered if he'd ever fucked ass before, but that was a
question for later. We had more pressing needs right then, and when I
finally loosened up enough, he pressed up against me, and into me, and
those lips found my neck like a lover's does, and it was even more perfect
than I'd imagined it.

We weren't quiet, once we got up to speed, found the rhythm. Moaning and
grunting and cursing, the slap of his hips against mine echoing through the
yard, across the fields, his sweat starting to rain down the broad hot
expanse of my bare back, on the big muscles of my ass as he split it, the
back of my head, my forearms, and that's when I realized that it wasn't his
sweat, or at least not all of it. I turned my sweaty face up to the sky,
squinting, and those clouds had rolled in stronger, thicker, greyer than
before.

"Unh... fuck..." I grunted as he plowed up into me. "Gonna fuckin' rain,
bro."

"Fuckin' right, big brother," he chuckled and panted. "Gonna make it
fuckin' rain, better believe it."

I laughed a hard bark, reached back to slap his sweaty hip.

"No, asshole," I said, feeling those drops from overhead, slow and fat, a
sudden coolness, a moistness in the warm air around us. That particular
kind of scent in the air, when you know rain is coming. "Really gonna
rain. Look up."

"Oh shit," he laughed, never slowing his pace - if anything, speeding up,
the big, blunt, bare head of that jock cock battering my prostate
repeatedly as he clutched my hips tighter.

That slow burn was spreading through me, and when I reached down between
the fence rails for my angry, jerking cock, found it dripping with slick
juices, I knew the moment was here. The drought was about to break. Mine,
and the farm's. I could tell from his faster pace, the huff of his hot
breath on my neck, the tighter way his fingers dug into my sweaty hips, he
was with me. I groped the length of my dick, stroked it, felt my balls
tightening, and began to moan. And then I tripped my trigger, yelling as I
began to fire off, thick, hot spurts streaking through the air, onto the
grass, raindrops falling faster now, thick and fat like my seed spurting
onto the yard, my stretched ring tightening rhythmically round Joe's big
young dick.

"Dude, fuck, comingggggg," he wailed, and with a hard thrust, two, three,
he shuddered all over and fired off. I wished I had nerve endings deep up
inside me to feel it, but I could just about imagine I felt him anyway,
filling me up with his hot seed, sowing it like a good farmer does. By the
time he was quaking and shivering and twitching his last, lips pressing to
my neck again, the sparse drops from overhead were coming faster now, fat
and cool on our hot, sweaty skin, becoming a legitimate downpour as it
picked up.

"Bro... dude... I did it... I fucking did it!" he laughed, and I laughed
with him as he slid out of me and began to dance naked around the driveway,
his still-hard cock bouncing up and down with him, slapping against the
hard, thick muscles of his stomach.

I leaned back against the fence, steadying my breath, letting the water
cool my skin as I tilted my head back, washing over me with increasing
force. Our discarded clothes were getting wet, not that it mattered now,
and I found myself joining him in a naked rain dance, chugging the
half-forgotten beers we'd set down when we started up.

"Dude... long way to go before the water table comes back up," I chuckled
as we hugged tight and enjoyed the sensation of the rain and our big young
bodies pressing together.

"Well then... guess we need to keep up the ritual, huh bro?" he grinned,
winking at me, then pulled me in for another deep, probing kiss. I felt his
cock twitch against mine, and hell - couldn't hurt to try, could it?