Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 01:30:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baling Hay - Part 4

Baling Hay - Chapter 4

(Usual disclaimer applies)
This is a work of fiction.

by Dick Cannon (dickcannontn@yahoo.com)

	Over the next few weeks, Mr. Ledbetter really put Mike and I
through the ringer - and not always in a good way. After we finished the
hay, Bill liked having us around and kept us doing odd jobs on the
farm. And then of course, periodically, we'd go off to the swimming hole
and spend the late afternoon, skinny-dipping in the pool which led to other
post-work activities. We were fucking constantly it seemed.  And if it
didn't involve Bill and Andy, Mike and I were practicing in the privacy of
our bedroom after Dad had slipped off to bed.
	The work and the sun were doing wonders for our young bodies. We
were tightening up and getting darker with each passing day. And amazingly
enough, even after all the sex I was having, it seemed I walked around with
a constant hard-on, waiting for the next opportunity.
	Andy's initial reluctance to admit to being a cocksucker faded. He
was ravenous for dick, any way he could get it. But he was especially hot
for Mike's. A few days, instead of breaking for lunch, they broke for a hot
fuck, away from Bill and I. Of course, they thought they were being sneaky
but we knew what they were up to. We could tiptoe up on them in the barn
and find Andy spreadeagled in the barn loft and Mike's thick pecker driving
relentlessly into Andy's exposed pucker, working up a sweat. And while Andy
and Mike were fucking in the loft, Bill eased down the zipper on his jeans,
unloading his rockhard manmeat and offering it to my waiting mouth. I'd
suck him off with pleasure while we could hear the sounds of Mike unloading
his cream in Andy's ass. On those days, I settled for a protein lunch when
Bill popped off his geyser-load of cum down my throat.
	And over the course of those weeks, Mike and I were in the best of
spirits. Naturally, Dad noticed how chummy Mike and I had become. On
Saturdays, we helped Dad around the house, always cheerfully.  And Dad
commented on how well hard work was looking on us.
	And I was looking at Dad in a brand-new light.
	I was starting to notice how sexy Dad was. Barrel-chested, thick
arms, powerful legs, a goatee that I was beginning to imagine brushing down
my back and into the crack of my smooth boyass. But Dad had been especially
modest around the house, always at least in a t-shirt and boxers. So I
could only imagine what was hidden behind the cotton.
	One night, after I had fucked Mike, we were back in our respective
beds, I asked Mike about Dad.
	"Do you think Dad has sex?"
	"Hell, no. Who would he ever have sex with? He's with us most of
the time and when he's not, he's at work."
	"Do you think Dad would ever mess around with guys?"
	"Our dad? You've gotta be kidding me? He's so straight-laced. He'd
never."
	"Yeah, I guess you're right."
	So with that, I sort of pushed that idea out of my head. But I
still got hot and hard thinking about my dad.

	I had noticed that Andy's brother, Clark, was often absent from the
Ledbetter home. Andy told me that Clark worked third-shift at a factory in
town to save up money to go back to school this fall. So usually he was
sleeping while we were out working, and I only caught glimpses of him in
the afternoon as he walked across the Ledbetter lawn to drive away.
	He was tall like Andy, but was much more muscular. Apparently he
had put his time in on the farm many summers. His brown hair was trimmed
very very short, but he usually wore a baseball cap pulled down over his
eyes.
	One afternoon, it started to rain. First small little drops, but
the clouds rolled in and the bottom fell out. The four of us, who had been
working out in the field again, made a dash for the barn. Most summer
showers like that usually only last for a few minutes, so we watched but
the rain began to fall faster and harder. We knew that this one would last
for a while.
	"Well, damn," Bill said. "This is a wasted day. But I guess it
doesn't have to be entirely wasted."
	Bill started to undress there in the hall way of the barn. The
doors were open at either end and the cool breeze channeled through. When
he was completely undressed, except for his work boots, Bill fished a bar
of soap out of a bucket on the wall and stepped to the rear of the
barn. Mike and I just looked at each other, like he had lost his mind. We
expected sex.
	We followed to see where he was going. The door was open on a small
shed attached to the side of the barn. We followed him in there. The side
were semi-open so that we could still see and smell the rain coming
down. There was a small hole in the ceiling where a downspout was attached
to the roof. Rain rolled in through the hole and it should have been
emptying in to a metal drum, but Bill had moved it and was soaping himself
under the rainwater. Actually, he was soaping his cock which had risen up
to meet his navel.
	"Somebody need their back washed?" he asked, rainwater running in
small streams through the dense forest of hair on his chest, stomach and
crotch, dripping off his full and hairy nutsack.
	Mike was already naked and hard, and was joining Bill under the
improvised shower, slipping a finger between Bill's ample asscheeks.
	"Don't use your finger, boy. Use your tongue."
	Bill leaned over, placing both hands against the wall and thrust
his ass out under the stream of water. Mike eased his nose into the crack
and sucked at the water trickling down across his back and asshole.
	"Put your dick in me, Mike!" Bill bellowed. "Shove it in hard!
	Mike rose and plunged the shiny knob and the veiny shaft of his
prick straight into Bill's ass.
	"Oh fuck yeah! Tear that man ass up good."
	I had been standing by watching, stroking my own pecker. But my
mouth was watering at the drop of precum that was at the tip of Bill's
meaty cock. So I kneeled in front of him and engulfed it, flicking my
tongue against the pisshole, savoring the salty sweetness of his oozing
fluid.
	Andy positioned himself behind Mike. Through the pairs of legs and
behind the swinging nuts, I saw Andy push himself into Mike's ass. Mike
tossed his head back as Andy's long and slender meat flowed gently into his
tight anus.
	Outside the thunder boomed and lightning flashed across the gray
sky, and rain continued to hammer the tin roof of the shed. Bill's hands
were tangled in my wet hair, and he moaned with each thrust of the two boys
behind him. And each thrust forced more and more liquid out of his cock and
on to my tongue. I took the soap from Bill's hand and lubed up my own
throbbing prick. I moved off Bill's pulsing dick and moved up between the
pairs of legs, leaning my head back to flick the tip of my tongue against
Mike's driving shaft. I could taste sweat and rain and the sweet funk of
Bill's ass, Mike pulled the knob out of Bill's ass and drove it into my
mouth for a few quick strokes before resuming his fuck. Then I moved on
through and did the same for Andy.
	"Holy fuck, bro," Mike screamed. "What are you doing down there?"
	I continued to lap at his asshole while Andy long-cocked him.
	"Hey Danny," Bill said, "why don't you get back up and suck on my
cock until I cum? I'm getting pretty close."
	I was more than happy to put it back in my mouth. He was fucking my
face pretty good, moaning and groaning while he did. I was ready for him to
spray my tonsils with his hot man cream. And spray he did.
	"Awwwwww! Fuck yeah, Danny! Here it cums boy!"
	I pulled off because I wanted to feel it shoot across my lips but
the first shot went across my cheek.  I put my mouth back on it in time for
the second shot. It was warm and sweet, just like I knew it would be.  The
third and fourth shot landed just behind it, coating my throat with its
sweetness.
	Just then, Mike pulled out of Bill's ass and shot between his legs,
aiming for my chest. Shot after shot of my brother's jism splattered across
my nipples. Apparently when Mike went off it was enough to bring Andy off
too. He pulled out and started to shoot his thick load across Mike's gaping
bunghole, ass and thighs.
	While the other guys caught their breath, that's when I saw the
shadow in the door of the shed, silhouetted against the dark sky and the
rain.
	"Hey Dad. I wondered where you guys were."