Tracy hurt. His shoulders were still sore after his first week using a pitch fork, lifing baleds of hay and unloading supply trucks.
He had the option of going to the beach and working in a concession stand wearing shorts and flip flops all summer or taking this job.
Thinking it would be good for him Tracy took this job. His uncle had arranged it and told Tracy once he was there, he was on his own like any of the other farm hands. But perhaps Tracy thought of his Uncle being there to help if he needed him.
He remembered as a kid sitting in the bathtub watching the man standing naked shaving. He could stare at the mans' round buttocks and thick cock without being caught. And while he fantaszied about his Uncle washing him perhaps offering him a chance to feel his cock or even more, that never happened.
The farmhands were ok but they all had been working together for several months already so Tracy was the new kid the stranger and the one that had to prove himself. He did every job he was given with as much enthusiasm as possible.
And he hurt bad. But he knew that meant by the end of the summer his body would be tighter, build up more and he'd show it off back on campus as much as he could.
Carl was the other kid on the farm. He had been there since January. And he worked along with Tracy, laughing as saw the boy struggle to do what he seemed to do more easily.
"Well Friday is special, they come in and clean up. After we help them with that, we have their boots to clean, cothes to get to Avilata for laundry and then we get to eat." he advised as Carl went about screwing on the hose and positioning the spray nozzle.
"Out here?" Tracy asked.
"Sure man they've been working in mud and crap all day, we don't want that in the bunk house let along the main house" Carl said as he pulled his shirt off.
Tracy had seen him shirtless all week and wanted to bite the boys wide nipples let alone have other sexual play with him.
"You better get ready" Cral said as he took his jeans off so he wore only jis boxers.
Tracy could see the boys' cock head peaking out the fly as he stripped down to hiw own boxer shorts.
And by the time he was getting up courage to offer to kneel in front of Carl, the trucks drove up with the ten or more farm hands all yelling and laughing.
To his amazement, Tracy, saw the farm hands jump from the truck and begin to strip. Some were older men, some were hispanic, one or two were black, most were obviously fit and one or two were large men. Tracy had see some of them shirtless but not all and none toally naked.
"Come on man," Carl said as he took their clothes, handed out washcloths and soap to the men as they stood under the three spray nozzles which were now showering a large area.
"You kid my back" one tall black man said to Tracy. Tracy didnt' know what to do but saw Carl washng another farm hand's back. So he stepped intot he water and using a wash cloth washed the man's back.
Another and another came over to get the same treatment and Tracy could feel his cock rock hard under his white cotten shorts.
He wished he could wash their chests, legs, and genitals.
The men stepped out and began to dry off with t he towels Carl has stacked for them and wrapping the towels aroudn their waist moved to the bunk house.
"Something huh?" Carl said as he turned the water off.
Tracy and Carl put away the hoses, carted the laundry to a nearby bin and then dried themselves off.
"Better take those off" Carl said as he peeled his own wet boxers off. And instead of putting his jeans back on wrapped a towl around himself.
"OK ready? They'll tell us what they want and we do it, it's that simple" Carl said wrapping his arm around Tracy's shoulders.
Tracy grabbed a towel and his clothes and walked with Carl into the bunkhouse.
"OK men an hour till dinner" one of the farm hands said. "Time for some entertainment"
"You boy, you seemed to be ready" he said to Tracy, "Let's see you take Carl on"
The men laughed and cheered. Tracy didn't know what to do.
Carl meanwhile had taken his towel off. His thick cock was half hard. "Come on man, you've been looking at it all week anyway, so now's the time"
Someone took Tracy's towel off him. His hard cock revealed his excitement. And seeing it made the men laugh and cheer more.
Carl stepped closer. "Come on kid"
Tracy knelt where someone had tossed a pillow and was soon sucking cock for the first time since he classes had ended.
The men laughed, cheered, called out instructions and some were jacking their own cocks towards the boys.
The cum didn't shoot quickly. Tracy's jaws were now aching along with the rest of his body. Carl had grabbed his head and was fucking his throat.
More then one hand had felt his buttocks or reached down and pulled on his cock.
The cum came first from some of the men landing on Tracy's back, shoulders cheeks and legs. then as he was getting used to the feeling of being cum on by the men, streams of sperm shot into the back of his throat and he started to gag then swallow.
The men applauded when he pulled back cum dripping out the side of his mouth.
"Good job kid" one of them said slapping his ass "Tonight will be even better"
And the bunk house was empty.
"Tell you what, I'll do the boots you better nap. I have a feeling you'll be up all night and you better be ready for it" Carl said as he wiped his dripping cock on Tracy's cheek.
"As for me I"m always ready" Carl said.
Tracy decided he was going to like this job after all especially since he'd be getting more of a work out then he had hoped for.