Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 16:20:06 +0100 (BST) From: Jon Himus <jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Country Boys Boner (rural) COUNTRY BOYS BONER By JonH When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. If you wanna see the pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk (if it's the pics you want please mention story title so I know what you're after) Everyone mentions the weather. I work at Evan's Feed & Fertilizer' the only supplier to the farms of the western district (there's Stockley's but they're more irrigation and general machinery) and since I arrived at 7 this morning every customer has mentioned how hot it is. Most of them take another anxious look up at the clear blue sky when they say it. It matters, the weather at this time of the year can be real make or break and seeing as the last two years have been lean we need a good crop in spring and with the planting in the area winding up now the last thing anyone wants is a dry spell. As I say it matters, a bad season for the farmers means a bad final quater for us. I've been here since leaving school, I'm twenty one now and although I'm thinking about studying agriculture next year it's been easy to just sit back and work here. All I do is fill orders either over the counter or spend my days in the pickup making deliveries to the local farms. Mr Mathers is leaning on the counter talking about grain prices, I'm nodding my head but not really listening. Slumped down in my chair I can finger my cock through my trousers without Mr Mathers seeing anything. Taking my hand off the bulge I've idly built up in my crotch I wipe the sweat off my brow with my shirt sleeve. Mr Mathers mentions the heat which makes me realize how much I wanna get out of the office and go on one of my drives. I noticed two drums of fertilizer in the back of the pickup this morning so I know Mr Evans will need me to go out today and with my hardon sweatin' up my undies I'm kind of keen to get going. "....so even with the subsidy you're still looking at 180 which is laughable." "Yeah, n' the fuel" Jesus I'm hard. Maybe I shoulda jerked off in the shower this morning. "Morning Noel" Mr Evans comes in from the warehouse and gives Mr Mathers a quick nod. "Doug, there's two for Mr Delaney in the truck and I'll need you to collect four empties" Sitting up I take my hand off my crotch and check the delivery docket that Mr Evans drops in front of me. Perfect, Delaney's is a good one and a quater hour drive. Getting up from my desk and making for the rear door quickly neither Mr Evans or Mr Mather would've seen the bulge I'm eager to handle. The heat hits me as soon as I got into the car park. Dry air and the smell of fertilizer and dust almost made me cough. Checking the drums in the rear I got into the pickup, left the yard and gunned it into high gear as fast as I could. Lately I've got a routine for days like this, with a horny mind and a small town a guys gotta be creative. Half a mile past the Wren's place is open road with nothing but turned earth fields on either side, when I pass the Miller Road turn off I wind down the window, unbuckle my jeans and lifting my body shuck em' down to just below my arse. In this heat my undies go into a tight sweaty roll as I peel them down over my arse. My shirt I keep in place so anyone that passes me sees nothing more than a regular guy in a pickup. Man, I love the way my sweaty arse kinda slides around on the vinyl seat, with one hand on the wheel and the other giving a few quick tugs of my cut cock I'm soon driving with one sweaty hot boner drying in the breeze from the window. Some days I pull over and get in the back of the truck and hidden by the high sides jerk off under sky but today I'm happy to let my hardon stand up and take in the breeze. If I have time I might drive by my house and really strip down. Dad's never home till late and mum works at the Dempsey Hospital so I've got the yard to myself and ever since I was 15 I've got right into just walking around our yard stark naked wearing nothing but shoes. I dunno what it is, maybe it's the way my boner swings abit when I walk that does it but for whatever reason I've still not grown out of this habit. I don't wanna give the impression that living in a small farming town means all I can do for kicks is jerk off in a truck or walk around bare arse in my yard, for a twenty one year old I reckon I've gone OK. The first stiffy I saw was my cousin Dylan's when we were both 17, he stayed with us one summer and I kept dropping lame arse hints about jerking off. I finally got him to show me his dick, we jerked off together but he didn't wanna be near me when he did it, me on the other hand when I saw his hardon I knew then that for me a guys cock was something I had to feel. The thing about small towns is people talk so I've always known I gotta be real selective. In fact as much as I want to the fact is the dicks of the local guys are pretty much off limits. This dilemma meant I got to know my own body damn well until one day my accident I discovered the toilets out the back of the gas station / motel on the highway. I was filling the pick-up when a guy from one of the semi's looked at me in a weird way, it's hard to describe but he really looked hard, first off I thought he was pissed off at something then for a split second he dropped his eyes to my crotch before going into the gents. At first I was kinda dumb struck being local and 19 but I followed him in. He wasn't at the urinals and the only cubicle taken was the end one. I didn't know what the hell to do so I let out a real quite cough. The cubicle with the closed door still had the 'vacant' sign showing so really gently I pushed it, it opened easily and then thumped lightly on a guys leg, from the jeans he was wearing I could tell it was the truck driver I'd just seen. I stood there for a few seconds, he made no attempt to close the door so I moved closer. That's when he leant over and looked at me from behind the door and jerked his head. With my heart thumping like crazy I moved into the cubicle and saw he wasn't taking a dump, what I did notice was he had a huge boner that he slowly fisted. Closing the door behind me I finally got to touch another guys cock and I loved it, he had the same hardness I had. The guy then undid the front of my trousers and with me standing there not knowing what to do he actually opened his mouth and put it over my cock head. Feeling his cock was great but having a mouth on me was fucking brilliant, he sucked me really hard, occasionally his teeth dug into my shaft but I wasn't gonna pull away. I was thinking of ways to try the same thing on him when he starts to grunt and before I know it he's spitting out my still rock hard cock and zipping up his jeans. It wasn't until he'd gone that I felt the cum soaking the inner thigh of my jeans. Seeing as the people who owned the motel knew me and my family I couldn't go there too often without looking obvious. They made a couple of comments about how much fuel I buy for the pickup so I had to really ease up on the visits and nowadays I don't go there at all unless it's purely to fill the tank. Reason being their daughter saw me come out of one of the motel rooms and I know she'd thought it was suspect. The reason I was in the room was because I finally did meet another guy. I was cleaning the windows of the truck and on that day I was real horny, just leaning on the side of the truck was enough to get my dick hard. Anyway, I saw this guy walking towards the motel rooms and seeing as I'd never seen him before I really gave him a stare and then like the truck driver dropped my eyes to his crotch. He seemed surprised but kind of amused so when he said 'busy' all I said was no and then followed him into his room. He was like my cousin Dylan in that he didn't wanna touch my dick but he was cool about getting undressed in front of me. When he was naked he dropped back onto the couch, his dick wasn't hard but seeing as I'd gone this far I knelt down on the floor next to him and sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth. The stale sweaty taste drove me crazy so I began to really suck him off. He grew real fast and so within a minute I was sucking my first ever erection. This time I blew first onto the side of the vinyl couch and pulling my mouth off his cock I still had enough interest to watch mesmerized as he jerked a load from his own cock. So technically I guess I've had sex three times. There's still alot I wanna try. So with my still hard erection and a few slides across the sweat slippery seat I drive on. Even with the breeze blowing through the window my face is really sweating. Leaning towards the window I notice how warm and thick the air feels even when driving fast, a rush of air gets inside my shirt and for a second I fell a chill. Writhing my arse on the seat it isn't hard to get my arse cheeks to spread apart a little, I force my arse ring down hard and try to get it to touch the wet vinyl. I've just began to tug at my cock when I see a figure up ahead walking along the road. Whoever it is must recognize the truck because they start waving. It's Colin Bryant. He'll expect a lift. Fumbling with the damp coil of underpants I wrench them up only to have em' bunch up in my arse crack. Pulling to a stop I've just enough time to pull up my jeans and push my hardon back into them before Colin's ruddy face leans in through the window. Him and me grew up in this area, we went to school together but because he was two years older than me we didn't know each other real well. Despite working outside in fields all day he's pale but under his shirt there's alot of firm muscle. All I really know about him is that he could drive a tractor from when he was 9 and that all the wheat fields on the left side of the truck are his families. "Doug man" he's got that goofy kinda grin plastered on his face - he never lost it. "Colin, how are ya?" "Scorched, fuckin' scorcher ay?" "Yeah, where you going?" "The weir, I gotta swim, this fuckin' heats killin' me. You workin'?" "Yeah, going over to Delaney's place" "Good one. Give us a lift will ya' my fuckin' bikes dead" "Yeah. Get in" The smell of Colin fills the truck as soon as he gets in, aside from the shoulders his whole t-shirt is soaked in sweat. He offers me a cigarette and while patting his pockets looking for his lighter I quickly try to do up the buckle of my jeans and adjust the still tented crotch down into a painful but hidden mound. Colin tells me how they finished their fields last week and that he was going to spend the day checking his farm fences but with a broken trail bike figured he may aswell go for a swim. The weirs like a small lake but because it's deep in the middle the waters always fairly cold. It's been a local swimming hole for local kids for aslong as I've been around. It's surrounded by wild undergrowth and the one tree on the bank gives off a little shade but is used mainly to jump from. Colin suggests I come down with him for a swim. "I dunno, I gotta be back by 2" "Yeah, it's 12 now you'll make it" "It really is hot I guess but I dunno..." "Jeez Doug a swim's not goin' to take long" "Nah...I won't" Colin looks at me with a playful smirk "Doug, ya' need it I can smell your arse from here" My face went red real fast, I mumbled a quick 'OK' but couldn't come out with anymore. The fact Colin mentioned the smell from my arse kinda threw me. Turning off the road we headed up a dirt track towards the bush surrounding the weir. No one was parked in the usual parking place and from the silence as we got out of the truck it was clear there wasn't any kids around. We made our way along the well worn path until we got to the small sandy bank of the weir. The coolness given off from the water made the intense heat in the air more bearable. "Hope you're not offended by nudity" Colin grinned. Colin had stripped himself down to his briefs. "These fuckin' undies are useless" With that he stripped down completely, his soft cock peeled away from his sweat mattered pubic hair and hung there raw in the hot air. His arse cheeks parted slightly as he stepped up onto the low branch of the tree. It was kind of expected that the only way to enter the water was by swinging from the rope that was tied around a high up branch. He gripped the rope and looked down at me standing on the bank still dressed. "Get on with it Doug" Kicking my shoes off I soon stripped down to my briefs, I tried to keep facing him so he didn't see how my undies had ridden up my arse crack but when I pulled off my jeans I kinda stumbled so he got a good look at the coil of fabric that disappeared between my arse cheeks. "Givin' yerself a wedgie I see" The local kids often used to swim naked - 'in the raw' we all called it when growing up - at that age there was never anything sexual about doing it. I'd seen heaps of dicks down at this weir but they didn't mean anything, they were just other kids dicks. But now the thought that I was swimming in the raw with another guy in his early twenties kinda got to me. Maybe it was the pubic hair, maybe it was just coz I was horny, whatever it was I could feel that stirring in my dick so I moved quick up onto the branch so Colin didn't notice the change in size. Gripping onto the rope Colin swung out from the tree then dropped into the water with a loud splash. Waiting for him to come up to the surface I held the rope. I needed to get into the water as the sight of Colin's arse and that meaty circumcised dick got mine bobbing up more. Finally he broke the surface, then lying on his back in the water stayed floating right in the spot where I'd land if I jumped in. His wet dick lolled around heavily in his crotch as he lazily splashed at the water looking up at me. He looked so damn suckable. I held the rope between my legs and tried to cover what was now a fast growing erection. "Colin ya' gotta move" "Doug?! Gettin' boned up from the rope are we?" Colin grinned. With slow sweeps of his arm he moved out of my way. Swinging out from the tree I bunched up my body to cover my dick and then dropped into the cool green water. The rush of it into my arse crack and the coolness on my cock for a second lowered the stiffness but swimming naked in a deserted weir with another guy, even a straight one meant I was soon treading water with the aid of a boner that moved with the currents of water around my body. Treading water a few feet from each other me and Colin let water soak deep into all parts of our naked skin. Colin gripped his nose and blew clear snot into his hand which he then dragged under the surface. "Shit, so now I'm swimming in your snot" I said with a smile. "Same as me swimmin' with that reekin' arse a' yours I guess" he smirked. "It's clean now" "Hope so" We were still only a few feet away from each other, I could see the pink blur of his body below the surface but couldn't see his dick. One part of me was real scared he'd see or feel my boner, another part wanted him to see it and to feel it. Him talking about my arse like that...saying it stunk. A person makes the wrong move in a country town like ours and you wear it, real badly. I decided to play it safe at least for now and dropped below the water and kicking hard swam straight down to the slimey mud bottom and then shot off away from Colin's naked body. Colin started to swim to the other end of the weir. To get rid of my hardon I tried a few of the moves from when I was a kid, standing on my head in the water and doing as many somersaults in the water as possible. Shaking my head as I broke the surface I realized I'd forgotten to hold my nose and the water burned my nostrils. Looking at the shore I was surprised to see Colin out of the water on the low, flat rock at the other end of the weir - he was standing up, his pale skin glared in the hot sun, I expected him to jump back in but he didn't - he sat down with his knee's bent in front of him. I was well and truly soft by now so I swam up to him. Catching a quick glimpse of his crotch his cut dick looked big, meaty but soft. Shy about sitting too close and worried I might bone up I sat down behind him, close enough to talk but facing just his back so he couldn't see my crotch. "That was great. Not a bad idea coming down here" I said. The sun felt hot on my body but my skin felt cool. Colin had a stick about two feet long that he was scraping along the surface of the rock. He nodded his head but didn't say anything. "I interrupted you before in the truck didn't I?" "No, whattya mean" I knew. "Jerkin' off and drivin' - dangerous stuff". He turned his body to face me - the smirk was across his face again. "Heh, yeah well I like the fresh air". He tapped my ankles with the stick but made no effort to look at my crotch. My cut dick hang there innocently but I knew it'd stiffen in a second if aroused. "Yeah, don't worry bout' it Doug. You ride a trail bike 10 bumpy acres n' I tell ya', you get a boner fit to burst." He kept tapping the stick lightly against my ankle then it started to travel higher. I didn't say a word. My cock bounced a little then started to grow. But I didn't move. The stick tapped lightly higher until it I watched it hit my inner leg at the knee. My cock started to really lift up, if he could see it I didn't care - I wanted him to see what I had. The sun burnt down onto my now dry skin but I wasn't moving. The air was dead silent - neither one of us made a noise and still the stick kept tapping at the inside of my leg. When it passed my knee the small dry end started to travel down my inner thighs. I was rock hard by now. Colin shifted slightly on the rock so he could see my cock. "Looka' that will ya'" he mumbled with a smirk. Tapping lightly down into my crotch his soon hit my balls, lightly pushing them aside the stick started to slide along the ground where my arse was. He pushed lightly until I felt it scratch my crack. Sliding closer to me he still lay on his side. And his cock - fuckin' beautiful. Sticking up in the warm summer air raw and ready. Looking up at my face he asked "you ever had one in your mouth?" "Coupla times. You?" "We had a bloke in to dig irrigation lines. I blew him pretty much every time we were alone" In reply I opened my legs further, getting hold of my dick at the base I aimed the shaft at his face. Crawling between my legs he slid his lips over the head in one confident move. Lying back on the rock I felt my erection sink into that warm, wet mouth. Oh man, it was good. Drawing up along the shaft I felt shocks through my body. His head bobbed up and down on my crotch slow and easy like he knew what he was doing. This bloke was the one. Before even realizing what I asked I rose up, lent close the his bobbing head and offered "you wanna fuck me?" He head bobbed faster along my shaft in answer. Then with one final hard suck he lifted his mouth off my cock, his lips wet with spit. Getting onto his feet he held his cock and shoved it into my mouth. Hot hard and clammy it drove into my mouth, pushing my head back as it slammed into my throat. Trying to work up spit I could smell his sweat rising up from his thighs. Our bodies burning in the bright glare. He pulled the shaft from my mouth. Wet and shining he held it in front of my lips. Working my mouth I let saliva drip along it's length. Lying back I lifted my legs into the hot air, kneeling between them he spat into his palm. Then wiped it into my crack. He then furiously spat another load onto his palm, held it in front of my mouth and got me to huck all I could until the bubbling, clear drool coated his hand. Dropping it between my legs I groaned when I felt it roughly touch my arse hole. He knew he'd got it so his spit wet finger pushed and worked their ways through my ring. First one, then two, with so much spit his fingers sunk in easily but in this drying heat he knew to work fast. Aiming his cock at my hole I held my legs high and wide and waited. His cock head pushed along my crack his fingers guiding the way. When he got to my soft arse lips he shot another finger into my guts then with one swift movement it was out and I felt the much fatter cock pushing at my hole. I panicked but couldn't back out, then the burning started as the Colin's cock stretched my hole, the lips tearing apart as he ripped into me. "Ah fuck, ah fuck...ah" I kinda gasped in panic, pain and excitement. Then it started to slide. Once in he grabbed my legs and pushed them higher and further apart. I couldn't move as the burn rip of my hole sent my head dropping back hard against the rock. The pain not noticed as my hole seared. He pumped hard and long into my guts, I felt his tight balls slap against my arse. Reaching between my legs I started to hammer at my cock. Colin stared down at me, sweating like crazy it dropped onto my fist. His mouth pursed as small breaths shot between his lips. His hips humped fast and hard against my body. I was gonna blow. He picked up the speed. I felt it in my cock. My ring was ripped raw but the fuckin' pleasure was..."gonna, gonna...." he grunted. Then I felt it - a warm shot in my guts. That did it - I started - cum shot over my head into the nearby bushes. Colin wrenched his still spewing cock from my arse and sent his load splattering onto my chest - a warm mixture of spit, sperm and sweat slathered my body as our cumming slowed. His body moved and the sun shone right into my eyes I couldn't see a thing but the pain in my arse and the pleasure of my first fuck. My head was spinning and ringing as Colin dropped down beside me. His clumsy awkward hand slapping against my chest in affection. THE END. When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. If you wanna see the pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk (if it's the pics you want please mention story title so I know what you're after)