Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 16:32:45 -0500
From: FD Campbell <peterbilt222@hotmail.com>
Subject:  Sex In The Hayloft

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			    Sex In The Hayloft


Lucas Martin came to work on my dad's farm fresh out of the Navy. He was
the nephew of Nate Brock, the owner of the coffee shop and when there was
talk around the shop of the guy getting out of the Navy and needing a job,
my dad offered him one before anyone else could.

"He would appreciate that," Nate said. "He sure wouldn't be happy working
here in the coffee shop after being in the Navy. Be warned, though, there's
no guarantee how long he might stay," Nate went on. "He's already talked
about maybe reenlisting in the Marines. I guess when the military gets in
your blood..."

"I'll take him for as long as he wants to stay," dad said.

So dad hired him and I spent the next few weeks anxiously awaiting his
arrival.  Nate had a picture of him in the coffee shop and I'd also seen
the one he carried in his billfold, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts,
and he was a drop-dead muscle hunk. I could hardly wait.

When he got home his dad told him he had the job with us, and one morning
here he came driving up in his dad's old pickup. It was very early morning
and I was just getting out of bed. I caught a glimpse of him out my
upstairs bedroom window when he drove up. His left arm was crooked out the
window, looked big as my thigh, and I could see his thick neck being hugged
by his T-shirt. It was sexy as hell, the way he stepped out of the truck,
the way his boot hit the ground. I about creamed in my shorts as I watched
him walk toward the house in his tight, new jeans. I hurried up and got
dressed so I could rush down to meet him. He and dad were sitting at the
kitchen table drinking coffee when I came in the kitchen.

"Brent, this is Lucas Martin, come to work for us," dad said.  "This is my
son, Brent."

Lucas raised up out of his chair without standing up and put out his hand.
I nearly missed it when I put out my hand, I was so taken by his muscular
arm and his overall incredible good looks.

"Good to meet you," he said

"Yeah, same here," I managed to say.

"Lucas said he already ate at the coffee shop, so grab yourself something
to eat," dad told me as he finished the last slurp of his coffee and stood
up.  Lucas did the same and I watched them walk out the door, my eyes glued
to Lucas's tight, narrow butt clenching and churning inside his tight
jeans. It looked like he had two bowling balls stuffed in his jeans.

Dad always hired a crew of men to put up hay. Half the crew would work out
in the fields for a half-day, then trade off and work up in the hayloft and
give the other guys a chance to get out in the open air. I hated working in
the loft, keeping the hay bales that came up the elevator stacked just
right so they wouldn't come tumbling down. It was hard work and it was hot
as hell. But when dad assigned me right off to work in the loft with Lucas,
I didn't mind so much. I admired Lucas so much it sort of hurt inside. I'd
never met anybody who had such an effect on me, I think partly because he
was so friendly toward me. I knew it was more than admiration, but I had to
keep my real feelings hidden because my dad didn't know anything about who
I really was, and I sure as hell couldn't let Lucas get even a hint. I
could just see him laughing and telling the whole crew.

But I guess he didn't need a hint. He knew. He had known all along, he
said, from the moment he met me. I didn't know how he could possibly guess
till he told me later about life in the Navy and being onboard ships for
along periods of time and how he had learned to recognize guys who where
interested in other guys for sex.

There was an advantage to being in the loft first thing in the morning
before the sun had a chance to beat down on the barn roof and turn the loft
into an oven.

"I guess we just hang around and wait till they bring in a load of bales?"
Lucas asked me as the rest of the crew was driving out to the field.

"No, we need to go up and move bales. The old hay has to be stacked close
to the opening where it'll be used up first," I said.

"Oh. Well, I guess we'd better get our butts up there then," he said.

Yeah, I especially wanted to get his butt up in the loft. I wanted to watch
his butt climbing up the ladder. I lingered back so he would go up first
and I ogled his tight, round butt muscles churning inside his tight jeans
as he climbed the ladder.  Little did I know at the time that he was just
as interested in getting my tight little butt up in the loft.

First thing he did when we got up there was take off his shirt. I almost
gasped when he peeled the tight, white T-shirt up over his head. I had a
couple of seconds of pure, lustful ogling while his face was hidden in the
shirt. His upper body seemed to explode out of his jeans when he raised his
arms, and when he had the shirt off and let his arms back down, his thick
pecs settled onto his chest with a little jounce, like two big beef steaks.
I had to tear my eyes away from his big nipples, and those to-die-for abs
that sloped down into the waist of his jeans and the two slabs of
tenderloin down his sides that framed those abs. I had seen and heard of
six-pack abs; Lucas had the whole damned case.  Fuck, he was beautiful.

He gave his jeans a hitch which sort of hefted and rearranged the bulge in
front a little but it settled back into place. I longed to know what was
inside that bulging denim. I doubted if I ever would, except maybe if I saw
him taking a piss, but if not, just being able to look at it was enough.

I showed him where we had to stack the old hay bales and we went to work.
It was barely minutes before we worked up a horrendous sweat. He complained
that he probably smelled like a horse already, but I didn't tell him I
didn't mind. I loved the manly smell of his fresh sweat pouring down his
chest. I wanted to lick it off of his muscles.

"Aren't you hot in that shirt?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I don't like the chaff on my sweaty skin," I said.

"I don't either, but when we're done up here, I'm going down and dunk
myself in the horse tank," he said.

"It'll feel good, but it won't take all the chaff off," I told him.

"Yeah, but a guy just looks better with sweat running down his bare
muscles," he said with a mischievous grin.

I thought it was a weird thing for him to say, but I was glad he said it. I
sure agreed with him, at least as far as his bare, sweaty muscles were
concerned.

"Everybody ran around without their shirts all the time on the ship," he
went on as he tossed a bale on the stack and kicked it tightly into place
with his knee. Then he turned to me with that grin still on his face.
"You've got plenty of muscles to show off yourself," he said as he came
toward me.  "Come on, take your shirt off." With that, he tugged my shirt
up from my waist and was pulling it off of me.

"Not like you," I said, a little embarrassed, as I raised my arms for him
to pull it off of me.

"Shit, you're built, kid," he said, tossing my shirt aside. "By the time
you're my age...how old are you, anyway?"

"Turned eighteen a week ago," I said.

"Well, belated happy birthday. If I'd known, I would've bought you
something."

"You weren't here a week ago," I reminded him.

"But if I'd known about you, I would've brought you something, and I
would've been here earlier," he said. "Wish I could give you something
now. But I don't know if you'd be ready for it; if you're old enough or
mature enough to handle it."

"What is it that you think I wouldn't be old enough to handle?" I asked. I
knew he was egging me on to something, I just didn't know what exactly, but
I took the challenge.

He looked me up and down with a sly grin, then sort of nodded.  "Hang on a
second," he said, turning away from me. The muscles of his back and
shoulders, and his triceps rippled and bulged as he was doing something in
front; it looked like he was fixing his fly or something. Then he turned
back around and I saw that he'd been un-fixing his fly. It was laid wide
open and he had hanging out of it the biggest cock I'd ever seen or even
imagined! It looked like he'd stole it off a horse! Same for his balls.
They were pushed out over the waistband of his shorts like two baseballs in
a sack and his cock was draped over them like hunk of radiator hose. He was
intimidating as hell, and suddenly I was a little scared of him and his
boldness as I wondered what he had in mind to give me, or make me do.

"Bet you never seen a cock this big," he said.

"No, I never did," I said. "Except on a horse." I hoped I didn't sound as
nervous as I felt inside. I thought he was beautiful before; he was
drop-dead gorgeous standing there with his awesome manhood hanging out.

He laughed. "Yeah, that's what they used to call me onboard ship; Horse."
He twisted his hips from side to side, causing his big cock to swing back
and forth. "You wanta have a feel?" he asked as he moved closer, within
arm's reach.

Hell, yeah, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to do more than touch it; fuck,
my mouth was watering, but I didn't know what to do. It wasn't the first
cock I'd ever seen, of course, but it was the biggest and the first one to
be so blatantly offered to me.

"You ever done anything with another guy before?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

"There's gotta be a first time for everything. Go ahead, then, have a
feel," he said, placing one big hand on my shoulder. "I know it looks mean,
but it ain't gonna bite."

I was suddenly aware of the pressure of his hand on my shoulder and
realized that he wasn't inviting me just to touch his cock. He was big and
strong and I was scared of him, knowing he could make me do anything he
wanted. The pressure of his hand weakened my knees and I felt them bending,
and heard him laugh deep in his belly as I began to go down.

He successfully pushed me to my knees with very little effort and I was
face to face with it; close enough that I could smell his wonderful sweat
from his crotch. The thing was moving, coming to life, pulsating in a
steady rhythm, growing bigger with each pulse.

"Better get on it before it gets too big for you to handle," he said.

Too big? Geezuss, I wondered, how much bigger he would he get? I was gonna
soon find out, for his hand was wrapped around the back of my head, pushing
my face toward his cock. Instinctively, I wet my lips even though I had
never sucked a cock before, and then my face was being smashed against the
warm, meaty flesh. I felt light headed, so close to performing the act I
had so long dreamed of.

"Go ahead, open up, give it a try," he urged me.

I wet my lips again and parted them, not enough to receive his cock which
had by now lifted out from his balls and was beginning to throb instead of
pulse. He took it in his hand and rubbed the head around my mouth, leaving
warm, slick ball juice all over my lips. Again, I flicked my tongue out to
lick my lips and got my first taste of the stuff. It tasted wonderful. But
I was doubtful what I was going to do with such a big cock. Certainly, I
was going to try to suck it. I had no choice, with one hand clamped around
the back of my head, the other rubbing his cock over my face, prying my
lips open. Finally, I bravely opened my mouth as wide as I could and he
filled it with warm, live cock.

"Hhhhuummmppphhhhhh!"  I moaned. It filled my mouth to capacity; the head
pressed hard against the back of my throat and I thought he was going to
force it through and choke me. My eyes were bugged out and I was stunned,
then, to see that his big hand barely reached all the way around his
cock. Godd, he was huge! His fingers barely touch and I had a mouthful,
maybe two or three inches of it, and there was at least six inches of thick
shaft between my face and his pubes.

"Suck it," he said.

Stupid me, I didn't know how to suck cock; there wasn't room to do much of
anything with it except hold it in my mouth. I managed to wrench my head
free of his grip and move off of his cock.

"I don't know what to do; its so big," I said.

"Just move your mouth on it, and use your tongue. Lots of tongue," he said,
and he demonstrated by shoving his cock back in my mouth and moving it back
and forth, like he was fucking my face.

Okay, I could do that much for him; he wasn't forcing it down my throat. I
took over what he was doing and started lashing my tongue all over it.

"Awwwhhhh, yeahhhh," he moaned, tossing his head back.  "Fuck, you know
how.  You're doing it right," he encouraged me.

I was happy that I was making him feel good and as I caught on, I started
sucking him in earnest.  Pretty soon, he removed his hand from my head and
from his cock and gave me free rein.  I wrapped my hand around his huge
cock and used it along with my mouth to make sort of a pussy for him to
fuck. He had bigger hands than me; my fingers didn't come hear touching.

"Dam, boy, you know how to suck cock," he moaned. "I wish I'd had you on
board ship with me."

Wouldn't that have been wonderful, I thought, to be on a ship with
hundreds, maybe thousands of horny sailors. I would've served my whole time
on my knees; or so I naively thought. He would teach me later, just how
naive I was; that I would've spent an equal amount of time on my back or on
my hands and knees. But at that moment, I thought that having sex with
another man involved nothing more than jacking him off and/or sucking his
cock.

We were going at it good when I heard the chug-chug of the tractor in the
distance; they were bringing up a wagon-load of hay.  I backed off his
cock.

"They're coming in with a load," I said.

"Not before I come in with a load," he said. "From the sound of it, they're
just leaving the field. We've got time to finish." And with that, he put
his hand on top of my head again and shoved his cock back in my mouth.

Now I really was terrified.  Not before he came with a load? We had time to
finish? I hadn't given a thought to him finishing; as if I could just suck
him till the end of time. Dam, I was naïve. How would I know when he was
ready to shoot? Would he warn me and pull his cock out of my mouth at the
last second? Or not pull his cock out at all? I knew what come tasted like,
my own at least, and I didn't particularly the taste of it.  And from the
looks of his balls, there was bound to be a lot of it. What was I supposed
to do?

I managed to wrench my head free of his grip and get off of his cock again.

"Will you pull your cock out of my mouth before you go off?" I asked.

"Sure," he said.

Naively, I trusted him.

As the sound of the tractor grew closer, he became more frantically
intense, and intensely determined to get off. Finally he growled something
deep in his belly and tightened his grip on my head again as he pumped his
cock in and out of my mouth in a fury. I braced myself, ready to jerk my
head away at his warning. Suddenly he jerked his hips back, pulling his
cock out of my mouth with a loud suctioning noise, like my mouth didn't
want to let go of it, and his hand became like a vise on my head. He
started fisting his cock and growling obscenities and I new he was about to
come. But he wouldn't let my move my head. He wasn't going to shoot his
load in my mouth; he was going to shoot all over my face!

"Open your mouth!" he said.

I was aghast. "You said you wouldn't shoot in my mouth," I said quickly.

"No, I said I would pull out. I pulled out; now open your mouth. Give me a
target."

Give him a target!?  This wasn't target practice! He wanted to come in my
mouth!  I had a moment of panic, watching his big hand pumping the big
canon and his powerful thighs trembling inside his jeans.

"Open up!" he said again, and this time he spread his big hand over my face
and dug his thumb between my lips, practically tearing my mouth open. I
opened up for him. Just in time. A huge rope of come shot out the end of
his cock and splattered against the back of my mouth. I whimpered with
delight. It was the most wonderful sensation, feeling the warm, thick goo
hitting the back of my mouth and running down. He gave me another, then
another, and my mouth was quickly filled enough that my tongue was
completely covered and I was getting my first real, full taste of another
man's semen. His arm was shaking and he lost control and shot several times
all over my face. I closed my eyes. He was hitting me hard, with such power
that I couldn't imagine, and I tried to backtrack and count the shots.
Five, I thought, then six...seven...eight... nine ...Geezusss, where was it
all coming from!...ten... and then I stopped counting, I was so caught up
in it.

A moment later, I was drenched in come, the stuff was running down my face
and neck and even my chest. And my mouth was full, come was running down my
chin. I dry-swallowed a couple of times as I wondered what I should do with
the stuff. I couldn't actually swallow it. He surely couldn't expect me to
do that. But I thought if I spit it out he might get mad, like I would be
wasting it or something. I was horrified when he crooked a finger under my
chin to force my mouth closed and told me to swallow it.

I dry swallowed again but didn't take any come down my throat. It was a
futile effort, I still had a mouthful of come and he was holding my mouth
shut.

"Come on, swallow it," he urged me, and pinched my nose with his fingers.

I fought it till I had to have air, then finally gulped it down. I was
surprised how easily so much of the thick semen slid down my throat. I
swallowed again, and again, till I had it all down but the taste.

"That a boy," he said, he said as he stepped away from me to shove his
manhood back in his shorts and do up his jeans.  "Come on, they're pulling
in," he said as he reached down and got my T-shirt and tossed it to me.
"Better get that stuff wiped off."

I wasn't as worried about wiping all the come off as I was about getting
sick.  The taste of his come when I had my mouth full of it wasn't so bad;
I sort of liked it. But the aftertaste was terrible. I kept swallowing and
working up spit to rinse my mouth out and swallow again but it was like the
stuff had stuck to my teeth or something and there was the idea that I had
swallowed the thick goo and all those billions of live sperm were swimming
around in my stomach.

I wiped the come off my face and neck and chest and he swiped at a glob in
my hair.  I heard the conveyor start up and the guys down below yelling
they were ready.  He walked over to the opening, poised to receive the
first bales of hay, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I
rushed over to a corner of the loft and threw up. He stood there and
laughed at me.

"Shit, boy, if I'd known you was going throw it up, I would've let you just
spit it out."

I kicked a bunch of loose hay over the streaky globs of cum.  I was weak in
the stomach as I joined him at the opening, jerking the bales out of the
way of the conveyor as they came tumbling off. Before long I had worked up
a streaming sweat and was swallowing my own perspiration and the saltiness
helped wash away the taste of his come.  All the while, despite just
getting sick, I was getting turned on again, watching his thick, powerful
muscles bulging and rippling.

The bales came up the conveyor so fast that we didn't have time to stack
them all while it was running. Instead, we tossed them aside to be stacked
later. I was enjoying working with the big Navy stud, and I didn't care
anymore that he had shot off in my mouth and made me sick. Finally the
conveyor ran empty and a moment later it shut down and the tractor started
up to take the crew back out to the field.

We stepped up to the opening for some fresh air before we started stacking
the bales that we had tossed aside.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you, that was one awesome suck job you gave
me," he said as we worked.

"It was my first time," I said.

"Yeah, I sort of thought so. But you did good. Sorry you got sick, though."

"I'm okay now," I said.

"Okay enough that it didn't make you swear off of it for life?" he asked
jokingly.

"No, I don't think so," I said.

"You would wanta do it again, then."

"Yeah, I think so. Now that I know what I'm doing, and what to expect," I
said.

"You don't like the taste of cum," he said, laughing.

"It wasn't the taste so much as the idea of swallowing it. And there was so
much of it," I said.

""Yeah, I should've warned you I'm a heavy cummer, but that would've
probably scared you more. How do you feel about fucking?" he asked.

"I never fucked before," I said.  "I never did much of anything but jack
off till awhile ago."

"Let's get these bales stacked and we'll give it a try," he said.

I stopped, looking all around, weirdly, as I were half expecting a couple
of girls to come crawling up into the loft. But there were no girls and I
knew there weren't going to be any girls.

"Who're we gonna fuck?" I asked.

"You," he said.

I'd already figured it out but still, I was so stunned my mouth flew open
and I dropped the bale of hay. My eyes must've been wide.

"Me!? How're you gonna fuck me? I'm not a girl."

He laughed as he took out his bandanna and wiped the sweat off his face.
"Figure it out," he said.

It didn't take long to figure it out. There was only one way it could
happen...his cock up my ass!  Suddenly I was terrified. His cock had to be
easily nine inches long, and big around as my wrist.  No way would it fit
in my ass. Not without drilling me a new asshole. He saw my fear.

"Don't worry, I'll get you ready, all relaxed and loosened up, all nice and
ready, so you'll want it," he said.

"I don't think so," I said bravely, and my head was spinning with how the
hell I could get away from him if he tried to force me. But he was standing
between me and the opening.

"You don't think so?" he scoffed, laughing.  "Think again, dude."

"Seriously, Lucas, there's no way that could possibly happen. Fuck, you're
as big as a horse," I said.

"And you're gonna be my little mare," he said with an evil chuckle.  "I
won't lie to you, it'll hurt some at first, till you get used to it, but
only for a minute, then it'll feel good. Promise. I've had enough guys
thrashing around on my cock to know."

"Did you force them?" I asked.

"No, hell, I had `em standing in line for it, once they had a sample of
it," he said. "You know how you couldn't take much more than the head in
your mouth? Well, you'll be able to take it all the other way."

"No fuckin' way!" I said. "You would tear me a new asshole."

"It might feel like it, but you'll close up afterwards, just as nice and
tight as you were before. And there's a spot up inside you that when I rub
my cock over it, its gonna drive you nuts. I've had guys scream with
pleasure when I fucked `em."

"Are you sure it was from pleasure?" I asked.

"Hey, they were begging for it, they weren't yelling for me to stop," he
said. "But I'll get you warmed up to it," he went on.  "We won't actually
do it this trip. We'll spend this time getting you warmed up."

I would spend this time figuring out how to get the hell out of the
hayloft. There was a cooler of iced bottles of water so I couldn't use the
excuse that I needed to go down to get a drink. And we had both already
taken a piss out of the opening. We got the bales stacked in short order
and Lucas didn't waste any time. He walked over to me and wrapped his hand
around the back of my head.

"Here, suck my tits," he said, smashing my face against his hard, thick
chest.

It was a fuckin' weird request, I thought, but I found myself flicking the
big, turgid nipples with my tongue and sucking them through my tightly
pursed lips, like I was sucking a tiny cock. He loved it.  So did I. His
tits got even bigger, about the size as the first knuckle of my little
finger, and hard as erasers. Suddenly, I was loving it, and loving the
taste of his fresh sweat.  I clasped my hands around his sides and lavered
my tongue all over his broad, thick pecs, licking off his sweat and sucking
on his tits, first one then the other. He started flicking my tits with his
fingers and squeezing them, almost painfully, and I felt myself getting a
hardon. Before long, I was moving my hands lower, groping for the front of
his jeans. Yeah, I wanted his cock again, only in my mouth, not my ass, and
I figured if I could keep him satisfied by sucking him, he would forget
about wanting to fuck me.

Lucas had different ideas. He was unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them
down, along with his shorts and I fully expected to be forced to my knees,
except he wouldn't have to force me this time. Instead, when his jeans and
shorts were down around his ankles, he turned around and sort of bent over
and pulled my face into his butt!

I was horrified for a second as he smashed his hard, hairy butt against my
face. I was appalled at first but quickly found, when he pulled one side of
his butt apart, that I liked the aroma and the taste of his sweaty ass. I
pulled both sides apart and buried my face between them, instinctively
tonguing his clenching hole.

"Fuck, yeah, you like that, don't you?" he said.

 Yeah, I liked it. I ate his ass like a hungry puppy lapping up warm
milk. He reached back and dug his fingers into the muscle surrounding his
hole and stretched it wide open.  I could actually see the velvety pink
muscles inside clenching and palpitating, inviting me in.  I took his cue
and dug my fingers inside his asshole and stretched it open even further.
Then I buried my tongue in as deep as I could reach.

"Yyyeeeaahhhhhhhh!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I couldn't have imagined ever wanting to do such a thing, but I couldn't
get enough of his ass. The taste and the musky aroma were like an
aphrodisiac. It was almost as good as sucking his cock. He didn't have to
hold my head anymore. He was bent over, grabbing his ankles, his butt
spread so wide it was like a feast on a silver platter.

"Wait," he said as he straightened.  He had loosened the laces of his boots
and now he stepped out of them. Then he pulled off his jeans and shorts and
stood naked except for his socks. He lay back on a hay bale and lifted his
legs up over his head, spreading his butt even wider. I knelt down and went
to work on him again. Fuck, it was wonderful!

The time passed and we were suddenly aware of the sound of the tractor
coming back up the lane.

"Oh, shit, they're coming, you better get your jeans on," I gasped as I
started to raise up.

"I'm coming too!" he said as he quickly grabbed my head and smashed it back
into his butt. "Keep eating me. Get your tongue up in there till I come."

I was more than happy to oblige. I stood, bent over him, with his body bent
in half, and tongued his quivering asshole while he jacked himself. I was
able to judge the angle of his body and I tilted him a little more so that
his cock was aimed straight at his face. Suddenly I felt his asshole clench
tightly around my tongue, then loosen, then tighten again, and again, till
it was fluttering to announce his approaching climax. Just before the
crucial moment I got the idea to replace my tongue with my finger.  He let
out a yowl when I shoved it in to the hilt, far deeper than my tongue would
reach; and another, louder yowl when I touched a spongy spot up inside
him. He shot off like the first time, great ropes of come belching out of
his cock like rockets, splattering his face, spewing into his mouth as he
cried out with lust. I could hear the tractor coming closer but I finished
him off with my finger rubbing the spongy organ that seemed to set him
wild.  At the last, I replaced my finger with my tongue.  We didn't stop
till we heard the conveyor start up. Lucas jumped up, semen streaming down
his face and neck. I handed him his T-shirt but he grabbed me and told me
to lick it off; to clean up the mess I'd made. I did, as fast as I could,
and it wasn't so bad. I sort of enjoyed licking it off; I liked the taste
of his come mixed with his sweat.  Then the first bale fell from the
conveyor and I rushed to get it while Lucas scrambled into his jeans and
boots.

"How the hell did you know to do that; use your finger like that?" he asked
as we were tossing and stacking the bales.

"I didn't really know; it just came to me to do it," I said.

"Well, now you've got an idea what I'm gonna do to you," he said.

You would think we were finished after the second time, but I was so revved
up I couldn't wait to get this wagon unloaded and send the crew back out to
the field and leave me and Lucas to ourselves again. I still had the taste
of his sweat and semen in my mouth and it was like an aphrodisiac. I was
still scared of the guy, more so now that I had an inkling of what might
come next. But my fear couldn't suppress the ungodly desire that had
suddenly kindled itself in my loins.

When the last bale tumbled off the conveyor, I grabbed it and carried it
over to the stack, anxious to resume whatever Lucas had in mind for me.

"I'm going down for a quick dunk in the horse tank," he said.

"I'll come with you," I said.

He climbed down first and caught me when I jumped from halfway down the
ladder. I followed him out to the horse tank, located out behind the barn.
He bent over and literally dunked nearly all of his upper body into the
cool water.  He stayed under for a long time before he raised back up,
water sheeting down his muscular torso. He shook his head, sending water
flying all around. I stood at the edge of the tank, trying to work up the
courage to dunk myself into the cool water like he'd done. He grabbed me by
the back of the neck and dunked me. He held me under till I was frantic for
air then drew me back up.

"You're fuckin' trying to drown me?" I said.

"I wouldn't drown you, I'm not done with you yet," he said. "Come on, we
don't have time to waste."

We climbed back up in the loft and Lucas started taking off his clothes
again.  I followed suit.  When he was naked except for his socks, he put
his work boots back on. He looked sexy as hell.  I did the same.

"Fuck, you look sexy in those boots," he told me.

"Yeah, so do you." I was ready to attack his magnificent body, but I didn't
know exactly what he had in mind so I waited.  I got the surprise of my
life.

Like I said, Lucas was a big man. Big and muscular. He was strong enough
tossed the hay bales around, one in each hand. I think he could've tossed
two in each hand if he could've gotten a grip on them. I let out a
surprised yelp when he picked me up by my waist and turned me upside down!
He hefted me up with my legs across his shoulders and I was hanging onto
his thick thighs with my head dangling right in front of his manhood.  It
excited the hell out of me; I was going to suck his cock hanging upside
down. He had a good hold on me so I let go of his leg and grabbed hold of
his cock with both hands.  It wasn't fully hard yet but it was a handful to
hold onto.  I took it in my mouth and started sucking. All the while, I had
the silly notion that he might suck me as well; he had me in the perfect
position--a standing sixty-nine. But I got an even greater surprise. He
pulled my butt apart and started lapping at my asshole while he swung me
back and forth on his cock!

Even with my mouth full of his cock, I squealed around it. He had a tongue
as muscular as the rest of him. I couldn't hold still. I was thrashing
around, hanging from his shoulders, and sucking his cock like a hungry
wolf.  Then he used his finger, like I'd done to him. Lucas had big hands,
really long fingers, really thick. I squealed again when he touched
something inside me. I was seeing stars.  Geezuss, what was it!  Did I have
a clit hidden away in there?  I remembered making him come by doing this to
his ass; now I knew why. He was thrusting his cock at me, swinging his hips
back and forth, causing me to swing like a tree limb in a windstorm. I hung
on for dear life and gobbled his cock.

"Don't come," he told me when I got really wild.

"Then you gotta stop doing that," I gasped.

"Okay, we'll do something else," he said.

He let me down and set me on my feet and steadied me. My asshole was
clenching with a deep itch, wanting more of his tongue or his finger or
something; fuck, anything! He led me over to a stack of bales and pushed me
onto my back. He straddled the bale and spat on his cock. It was coming. He
was going to fuck me. I was scared senseless but I didn't give a thought to
trying to stop him.  I couldn't have stopped him anyway, but I didn't want
to. He bent down and grabbed my ankles and brought my legs up, held high
and wide, shoved back so my butt was tilted up off the bale.

"Okay, this is gonna hurt a little bit," he warned as he hunkered down on
his haunches to bring his cock at the same level with my butt.

He didn't have to guide his cock with his hand; it found its own way. The
head spread my butt apart and pressed against my asshole.  He pushed and
twisted his hips around, working against the spongy muscle surrounding my
hole.

"Try to relax," he told me.

I had no idea how I could relax, I was so keyed up and scared. He pushed
hard. Then harder.  I didn't think it was going to go in. Then he slid his
hands down my thighs to grasp my hipbones for a better grip.  He pulled on
my hips and pushed at the same time and the head of his cock burst through
my tight hole.

"AAAaahhhhhhhhhhh!" I yelled.  A little bit? The pain was excruciating. I
saw stars dancing on my closed eyelids. My breath wouldn't come. He was
killing me! Godd, my asshole would never be the same again. I was afraid it
wouldn't close up like he said it would

"Yeah, I know, it hurts at first, but just hang on, it'll start feeling
good in a minute," Lucas told me.

It was the longest minute of my life.  I trembled with the pain, cringing
and screaming out silently for him to stop.  He gave me some more cock and
my scream came out. But Lucas didn't stop.  He held still for a minute, but
his huge cock throbbed violently inside me.  After a minute he shoved more
cock in me. I didn't yell this time; I took it with only a grimace.  He
gave me more, and I didn't even grimace. It wasn't feeling good but the
pain was subsiding and I stopped shaking. Then he shoved all the way in me;
buried his cock in a place that I didn't know was there. It felt like he
literally nailed me to the hay bale.  He stayed pressed down against me,
his cock throbbing deep inside me, till I got used to it, then he slowly
withdrew about half way and started fucking me.

"Ohhhh," I gasped, with surprise as he bored back through my hole. It felt
different now; the pain was dulled to almost nothing and I was being
stuffed with a hot stiffness that made my insides sort of flutter with
excitement.  "Ohhh...ohhh, fuck, man...Awwwhhh..."

"That feeling good now?" he asked.

"Yessss!" I hissed, grimacing from the pleasure now instead of pain. "Ohhh,
yess, it feels good!"

"Yeah, I knew it would.  Never had anybody tell me my cock didn't feel good
boring into their asshole," he said.

"Have you fucked a lot of guys?" I asked.

"More than I can count," he replied.

"So I'm just another fuck for you," I said. It sounded stupid the moment I
said it; sounded like a jealous girl or something.

"Naw, you're a hot little fuck," he said as he swiveled his lean hips back
and forth to drive his cock in and out of me. "Fuckin' hot and tight."

"OOOhhh...AAAaahhhh!...Ohhh, Godddd...How long can you fuck?" I asked. That
sounded stupid, too, and I thought I ought to keep my mouth shut, but I
wanted him to last.

"Till they have to order you a new asshole," he said.  "Till the next
wagonload of hay comes in."

"Okay, I'll try to hold off, too," I said.  He really plowed into me. He
was horny as hell, and his muscles rippling, all gleaming with sweat, were
turning me on something terrible.  He was really sweating; I couldn't even
get a good hold on his shoulders or his back, he was so slick, and I caught
drops of his wonderful salty sweat in my mouth.  We got a little too rowdy
and the bale of hay tilted and we tumbled off.  He caught me, and without
missing a stroke, laid me on the floor of the loft and proceeded to nail me
to the floor.  Godd, he could fuck! And I knew I wasn't going to ever be
the same after he got done with me.

I lost all track of time. Hell, for the time he was pounding my butt I was
oblivious to everything except the burning lust inside me and Lucas's big
cock trying to satisfy it. I wouldn't have cared if my dad had climbed up
in the loft and saw the hunky sailor fucking his son. I didn't know how
long he fucked me; the sun could've gone down and come up again and I
wouldn't have noticed. Fortunately, Lucas was paying attention.

"Gonna have to shift it into high gear; I hear the wagon coming," he
growled as he began to pick up his pace even more.

"Geezusss!...Awww, fuck!...what gear did you have it in?" I moaned.

"Not high," he said.  "Gotta get us off," he grunted as he fucked me
harder.

"Yesss!" I hissed.  "Awww, Yess!...fuck me, man...aww, you're fuckin' me a
new asshole!...Geezusss, Lucas, where'd you learn to fuck like
this!...Ohhh...Ohhhh...Ohhhhhh...Awwww, Lucas...I'm gonna come, man...Fuck,
I'm coming...!!"

The words were barely out of my mouth when Lucas slammed his cock into me
with a loud grunt I felt him letting loose inside me.  I never felt
anything so wonderful...like warm honey being spurted up in my guts.  My
own load was on its way, and seconds later, I was spewing thick, creamy
semen all over myself, and on Lucas when he hunkered down too low.  In the
back of my mind I thought I could hear the tractor and wagon coming
closer. Suddenly I realized that it wasn't just coming closer, it was here!
They were starting up the conveyor!

"Lucas!" I gasped, choking on my lust as I kept spewing come, and Lucas was
still shooting inside me.  "Fuck, Lucas, they're here!"

"Yeah...Fuck!" he swore through clenched teeth and a grimace as he forced
himself to pull his cock out of me.

"What the fuck...!!!"

I jumped from fright at the voice in the loft. I snapped my head around to
see Joey Cornell and his dad standing there gaping at us, wide-eyed, with
their mouths dropped.

"Geezusss, Joey, you hadn't ought to be here seeing this," his dad said,
but neither of them took their eyes off of us.

"Hell, I ain't leaving, Dad," Joey said defiantly.  I saw his eyes were
shifting from me, a look of total disbelief, to Lucas's huge cock, slick
from my ass and suspended out in a wide arch like an oversized hunk of
sausage. "Geez, I never seen a cock that size before," he said. His dad
scowled at him and he sort of turned red; I didn't think he intended to
blurt it out like that. Then he turned to me.  "Fuck, Brent, I didn't know
you was gay," he said.

It was on the tip of my tongue that I wasn't, but then I realized how
idiotic that would sound, since I was lying there on a bale of hay, naked,
with come all over me and I could feel Lucas's come running out of my ass,
and they could probably see it, and Lucas standing there with his big cock
hanging out, still dripping from my ass.

"Your dad told us to come up and take your place up here," Mr. Cornell
said.  Then he turned to his son.  "You can go on back down with Lucas,
here, Brent can stay up here with me."

Joey broke out in a big smile, his eyes dancing with mischief as he was
shaking his head.

"Huh-uh, you ain't pulling that on me," he said.  "I'm staying up here."

"Well, somebody's gotta go down and help unload the wagon," the man said.

"Yeah, but it ain't gonna be me," Joey said.  "I did my share of unloading
down there.  I wanta unload up here now," he said with a soft chuckle as he
rubbed the front of his dusty jeans.

"Joey, you can just get those thoughts out of you head," his dad said.

"They're in your head, no reason why they shouldn't be in mine," the boy
said.

I was shocked at his bold belligerence and defiance of his dad.

"I'll go down," Lucas said.

Just then the bales began to drop off the conveyor belt onto the floor of
the loft.  Mr. Cornell rushed to start stacking them off.  Joey walked past
me real slow as I sat up, reaching for my clothes.  He jerked his bandanna
out of his pocket and tossed it at me.

"Here, you can use this to wipe yourself off," he said. "But don't go
anywhere.  I want some of what you was giving Lucas. Fuck, Brent, why
didn't you tell me you liked to get fucked?"

"Joey, get your ass over here and get to work!" his father yelled.

"Don't go anywhere," Joey said again, this time almost as a warning.

He didn't have to warn me. I wasn't going anywhere.  I pulled on my jeans
but left my T-shirt off and joined Joey and his dad stacking off
bales. After a few minutes Joey peeled his shirt off and tossed it with
mine.  I almost gasped at the sight of his bare, muscular chest, glistening
with sweat. I guess I didn't realize he'd gotten so big and muscular. Every
time he stacked a bale, Joey looked at me.  I could almost see the
excitement and the lust building in his eyes with each bale.  Godd, he was
going to fuck me a new asshole when we were finished. I wondered about his
dad.  Would he let it happen?  Would he allow his son to fuck me right
there in front him? Somehow, I didn't think he would have much to say about
it.  Joey was defiant, like a young, horny bull, or stallion; fuck his
nostrils were flaring as he looked at me.

With three of us on it, we made short work of stacking the bales, and when
the last one came off the conveyor, we were finished, nothing to get caught
up.  They shut the conveyor down and I heard the tractor start up.  Joey
made a swipe at the sweat running down his face, and across his massive
chest, his nostrils flared out as he came toward me.

"Brent, you'd better come down and work outside in the fresh air for
awhile," my dad yelled up at me.

Joey glared at the voice coming up through the opening, then glanced at me.

"I'm okay up here, Dad," I called back, without taking my eyes off Joey.

"If you're sure.  Does he look okay to you Cornell?" he asked Mr. Cornell.

"He looks fine to me," the man called back, his eyes raking over me much
like his son's.

My dad left it and a moment later we heard the tractor pulling out.

"You ready?" Joey asked me as he came up to me, unbuttoning his jeans.

"Joey, now this ain't something you ought be getting into at your age,"
Mr. Cornell admonished his son.

"Can't help it, Dad.  Seeing it, I gotta find out what it's all about. I'm
gonna fuck him, like Lucas was fuckin' him," the boy declared.

"Then I'm going down," the man said.  "I'm not staying up here and watching
such behavior."

Joey turned to his dad with a sneering grin. "Okay, I'll let you know when
I'm finished with him, then you can come up and fuck him," he said.

Mr. Cornell climbed down out of the loft.  Joey had his boots off and was
taking his jeans off.  When he stood in his briefs, he squeezed the bulge
lewdly.

"He wants to fuck you as bad as I do, he just ain't got the guts to say it
or do it in front of me," Joey said as he pulled his briefs down.

I gasped.  Lucas was big, but Joey's cock was thick as a beer can.  Not as
long as Lucas, but Goddd, I'd never imagined a man could be so thick. My
asshole twitched each time his cock throbbed.

"Yeah, big, ain't it," he said with a chuckle.

"Geezuss, Joey, it's so thick!"

"Yeah, lucky you're already stretched out," he said as he put his hand on
hip. He urged me to turn around then pressed his hand against my back to
urge me to bend over. I bent over, taking hold of the edges of the bale of
hay. I felt the heat of Joey's cock against my hole, and I held my breath.


				  The End


(If you liked the story--or if you didn't--I would appreciate hearing from
you at Peterbilt222@hotmail.com. Especially if you've had anything like
this happen to you, or anything close; I would like to hear about it.  I
get a lot of my inspiration and ideas from readers).

Thanks,

Pete