Down On The Farm-boy
(Part One of Three)
I was a typical horny sixteen-year-old kid challenged with finding private time to take care of my `raging, teenage, sex-driven needs.' I shared a room with my older and younger brothers, so using our bedroom wasn't an option. The one-hundred-year-old farmhouse only had one bathroom, so spending alone time in the frequently used restroom was out of the question as well.
Growing up on a farm in the mid-seventies was a bit of a challenge as well, especially for a kid with a big secret. Keeping my sexual orientation a secret was imperative because being labeled as a gay kid in our small, ultra-conservative community would place me in an unaccepted, undesirable category that could get me killed.
Our fourteen-hundred-acre fruit farm in West Michigan kept us all very busy from early spring into late fall. So, working my ass off during my favorite time of the year, was a bit of a drag.
My nine brothers and sisters (five boys and four girls) were required to put in a good, honest day's work, six days a week and sometimes seven. Today was no exception.
"Good morning," I announced as I entered the kitchen where my mother was making breakfast.
"Good morning, Tommy," she answered without looking up from the eggs she was scrambling. Your daddy told Mr. Grabal that you would be at his farm around noon to help bail hay.
"Yeah, we discussed that last night, and it sounds like we'll be out in the field until dark.
"We have a storm coming in around ten," she said while handing me a plate of eggs and toast. My mother was the best cook in the County. I guess it's like they say, the more you do a task, the better you become, and she did a lot of cooking for the twelve of us.
"Don't forget. You need to finish chisel plowing the back forty before noon," my father said as he sat down at the kitchen table.
"Why can't Calvin finish the chisel plowing?" I asked with a bit of a whine. My brother Calvin was my father's favorite, so he always seemed to get easy jobs.
"I've got Calvin spraying the Macintosh, and that will take him most of the day," my father said as he slathered the butter on his toast that was burned on one side. That was a true quality of my father. He never complained about anything, not even his charred food. I nodded and excused myself from the table that had started to fill with siblings.
The sun intensified while hooking the 1175 Case tractor to the chisel plow. I pulled my shirt off before climbing up on the enormous, cabless tractor. There wouldn't be any air conditioning for me today, especially while I stood by myself on the hay wagon this afternoon at the Grabal farm. Taking my shirt off was a daily routine; I hardly ever wore a shirt in the summertime.
Many times while in the field alone, I'd unzip my pants and play with my hard dick as I rode the bouncy tractor seat. But today, I didn't need to unzip because I had a large tear in my jeans near my right front pocket to provide a cool breeze and easy access.
I could picture the same boy I always thought about while having my cock in my hand. Josh Swanson was my age and by far the sexiest kid at my school. One day he even caught me checking him out in the shower. Josh's thin build, blond hair, and blue eyes were so sexy that he would cause me to get a hard-on without even trying. I started stroking, and in no time, I had to stop the tractor, pull my jeans down, and finish jerking off. My cum shot so far, it hit the large rear tire and drizzled down the side of the dusty tread.
It was noon on the dot when I rode my bicycle into the Grabal's driveway. The Grabal's were in their mid-fifties, so their kids were all grown and had moved away. I was confused when I noticed another bicycle parked near the garage, but I guessed that the bike could belong to Mr.Grabal. He kept his body in excellent condition, and the guy could easily pass for a thirty-year-old.
Living in West Michigan near the great lakes would almost always strap us with a higher humidity index. Therefore, eighty degrees would often feel like one hundred degrees. It was even hotter when I had to wear a shirt and jeans. Today, wearing shorts wouldn't protect my exposed legs from the prickly hay bails. I felt a bit conscientious about not wearing a shirt while in Grabal's house, so I slipped my tank top over my head before knocking on the door.
"Tommy! Come on in and have some lunch!" Mrs. Grabal said as she opened the screen door so I could enter. Living in our country's culture was almost always based on food, so as I suspected, lunch would be served before we started our work.
"Thank you, I said with a broad smile as I entered the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw someone sitting at the dinner table beside Mr. Grabal. Josh Swanson smiled up at me as my dropped jaw almost hit the table.
When I took a seat beside Josh, I couldn't help but notice the smell of his deodorant. I was sitting beside the sexiest guy on earth, and the outline of my hard cock could easily be seen through my tight jeans. Lucky for me, my cock was pointing in the opposite direction of the hole in my jeans.
"Hello, Tommy," Josh said in his low, smooth voice.
"Umm, hi, Josh. How's your summer going?" I replied after untying my tongue.
"Good, so far," Josh said as he turned toward me, offering his million-dollar smile. Josh and I weren't friends at school, so we hardly ever talked to each other.
I was reasonably sure that Josh was straight. At school, he hung out with the jocks and did all the jock things like playing football. Last fall, I watched him play sports while I sat in the bleachers, drooling. I didn't fit into any of the clicks at school, so I kept to myself, alone in my tiny closet.
"Help yourself to the barbeques, boys. You're going to need your strength. We have five hundred bails laying out in that field, Mr. Grabal said. Josh and I looked at him to see if he was serious about the bail count.
"Now, honey, let's not scare the boys off before they've even started," Mrs, Grabal said as she placed a tall glass of Kool-Aid in front of us. Holy fuck, that would be more than four wagons full, stacked six high.
When Josh picked up his overly full glass of Kool-Aid from the table, some splashed out onto my shirt and pants.
"I'm so sorry!" Josh said as he grabbed his napkin and started sopping up the purple liquid from my jeans. I quickly retrieved my own napkin as well and started the clean-up process. When Josh's fingers brushed against the bare spot near my crotch area, my hard cock twitched. I was sure it didn't go unnoticed.
Mr. Grabal had already bailed the hay this morning, so all we'd need to do was pick the bails up off the ground and stack them on the wagon. It was my turn to do the stacking first, so Josh walked along beside the wagon throwing the bails up to me while Mr. Grabal drove the tractor.
Both Josh and I had removed our shirts as the sweltering sun continued to beat down on our sweaty skin. As he worked, I couldn't keep my eyes off Josh's back, arms, chest, and abdominal muscles. Our skin had a sheen of sweat over the top part of our bodies that leaked down onto our jeans, leaving wet spots that looked more like we had wet our pants. I just couldn't keep my cock from dancing with joy.
After throwing a bail six high, I turned to grab the next as Josh placed it on the wagon. Josh had a clear eye-level view of my sweaty body. But it was like Josh couldn't pull his eyes away from my crotch. When I looked down, I was mortified. The head of my dick was peeking out the hole in my jeans near my left front pocket. I nearly passed out when Josh looked up at my face and gave me a wink. I immediately went flush and cupped my hands over my crotch while I reached in with my other hand to make adjustments.
The first wagon was finally completely full, and we were on our way back to the barn so we could unload. Mr. Grabal drove while Josh and I lay side by side, resting at the top of the stacked bails. When I turned my head to ask Josh if he was tired, he was grinning at me. I mean, not just a smile; his grin told me that he was still amused about my cock escaping.
I went flush again and turned my head to look in the opposite direction. What if Josh told all the guys at school that he had seen me aroused? I decided to address the issue and ask Josh if he would stay quiet about what he had seen. Before I could turn my head back to confront Josh, I felt his fingers enter the hole in my jeans. I breathed in deep as his hand disappeared and was firmly wrapped around my throbbing cock.
Mr. Grabal couldn't see what we were doing; after all, we were fifteen feet up, laying flat on our backs. "Oh my God," I said after letting out a soft moan while Josh continued to slowly feel my balls and wet pre cum leaking from my erection. Josh gave me a triple cock squeeze as Mr. Grabal parked the tractor close to the hay elevator.
"After you boys get something to drink, we'll get this thing unloaded," Mr. Grabal said.
"I know what I want to drink," Josh whispered before climbing down from the stacked wagon. My dick was so hard that it would be nearly impossible for me to move without someone noticing. Still, I couldn't stay up there until I was soft. Hell, it may take hours for everything to settle down. I found my grape-stained tank top and tucked it in the front of my jeans to hide everything.
Mrs. Grabal had more grape Kool-Aid waiting for us outside on the picnic table, and Josh picked his drink up and pretended to spill more on my covered lap. We both started to laugh as we each grabbed a handful of chocolate chip cookies and headed to the hayloft.
"You've got some pretty nice abs," Josh said with his mouth full of cookies as we walked together side by side.
"Thanks," I said just beforep Josh softly punched me in my gut.
"Oh, nice, they're rock hard," he added. That wasn't the only hard thing.
As Josh and I climbed the steep hay elevator to the half-full hayloft, I couldn't help but notice his tight ass muscles flex. "Holy fuck. I like that view!" I said before letting out an immature giggle. Josh stopped and smiled as he tucked his head down, looking back at me between his legs.
After doing the climb, the elevator started to run. Before we knew it, bails were coming at us quicker than we could stack them. The temperature in the hayloft must have been ten degrees warmer than outside. Josh and I both glistened with perspiration as we worked as fast as we could.
Only half the load had been sent up the elevator before it abruptly stopped. "Everything all right down there?" Josh shouted to Mr. Grabal.
"The damn, shear pin must be broken. I'll be right back to fix it. You boys stay up there and take a break."
"Okay," Josh yelled as he turned and sat down on a comfortable-looking row of hay. I plopped down beside Josh and laid back while trying to catch my breath. Josh laid back as well before turning to stare into my eyes. I almost felt like looking away because his blue eyes did things to me that may cause me to attack him. "So, how did you get roped into this circus?"
"My dad offered me up as a sacrificial lamb. You?" I asked.
"We go to the same church as the Grabals, so when they called my mom, she said yes," Josh explained as he rubbed my leg with his right hand. I never remembered being so aroused; I was sure Josh could see my cock growing again.
When I reached over to place my hand on Josh's muscular thigh, he shivered even though it had to be at least one hundred degrees in the hayloft. We smiled at each other as our hands moved closer to what we both wanted to feel. Josh's cock was so hard, and his jeans were tight; he must have been feeling uncomfortable. So I helped him out by unbuttoning his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear either.
An audible whimper left my lips as I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Josh fucking, Swanson was giving me a fucking handy. He let go of my cock and stood to pull his pants down to his knees. I followed suit before sitting back down on our prickly makeshift sofa. Josh's cock was at least an inch longer than mine. I couldn't believe I was actually jacking off with a guy. But, not just any guy, the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on. It didn't take long for us to start leaking pre cum.
"Fuck yes!" Josh said as he rubbed the cum off the head of my cock. He didn't stop there. Josh let go of my cock again and placed his cum covered finger in his mouth. "Yummy," he said before grabbing my cock again. We were both moaning so loud when we started to cum simultaneously; I was afraid Mr. Grabal would hear us from down below.
"Here they come," Mr. Grabal shouted up at us just before the elevator started shooting out bails again. Josh jumped up first, pulled his pants up, and buttoned them before running to retrieve a bail. I was also looking down, buttoning my jeans, when the bail that Josh threw hit me in the chest.
"Hey!" I said as I stacked the bail where we were sitting only seconds before. Josh pointed at my cum covered abs and started to laugh. The loose hay particles had turned my white cum a lovely lime-green color.
We were laughing so hard that we couldn't stop. It was almost impossible to keep up with bails as Mr. Grabal kept feeding them to us. I walked over to Josh and pretended to be picking up a bail. Instead, I threw my arms around him and hugged him until my hay-colored cum was mixed with his. When I started to back away, Josh pulled me back in. He looked me in the eyes before moving his face closer to mine until.... Holy fuck, Josh was planning to kiss me. Finally, his warm, soft lips touched mine. Somehow his tongue found its way into my mouth, causing more moaning before we parted. It was my first kiss, and I liked it a lot. The bails kept on coming up the elevator, so we jumped back into action.
Before long, the train of bails stopped, and the elevator stopped. "How are you boys doing up there?" Mr. Grabal shouted to us.
"We're good," Josh called down before we started to giggle at each other again. I felt like I was walking on cloud nine as I retrieved a dirty, old burlap feed bag hanging on a barn beam. I did my best to clean the cum off, but it only seemed to smear it around. Josh held his hands up as if he wanted me to throw him the cum covered bag. I tossed the bag, and Josh tried to catch it before hitting his face. "Nice," Josh said as he smeared our sweat, cum, and hay.
"You boy's comin?" Mr. Grabal shouted.
"We already did," Josh whispered so only I could hear. "We'll be right down," he shouted back down.
"You boys are a mess," Mr. Grabal said with a chuckle as we climbed down the elevator. If he only knew what had just been dripping down our abs.
"It's hot up there," I contended as I pointed toward the loft.
The End of Part One.