Raising the Barn

By Alex Cortin

Published on Oct 12, 2024

Gay

Controls

Thanks for reading!

The men gathered all on one side of the soon-to-be-standing barn, ready to hoist the west-facing wall up to meet the already standing walls on each end. I looked around me, sweat now dripping from my brow, and saw all the men of the village concentrating hard on the task at hand. I too, refocused myself, and as the count reached three, the wall of the new barn rose promisingly up, and finally, with satisfaction, met the other standing walls to form a ¾ complete building.

I felt a pride in myself at the work we had done, even if my part had been small and purely physical. I hadn't planned the work, designed the building, or measured the wood. But I was there, part of a community of men, and together we had spent the day erecting a barn to keep hay dry for the coming winter.

I was young, just a man of 20, new here at Woodborough, but I already felt a part of the group. I had found myself a tiny plot on the edge of town, and I took a liking quickly to the spirit of collaboration in the town. When it was time to raise a barn, or host the market, or do any communal task, we all pitched in.

As we celebrated the raising of the barn, I watched as William Pope walked around inspecting the new wall. He stopped occasionally for a courteous hand shake with the men who had been part of the job, but mostly did not seem interested in the people. He was focused on his work, being one of the experienced builders in town. His pride in his work shone from his face, eager to do the best job possible to build something that would last through the harsh winters and changing seasons.

He walked by directly behind me, and we made momentary eye contact. I felt his intense look shift from the barn towards me, just for a second. That second of connection felt like an earthquake, and as he walked past me I could smell his manly musk in the blazing sun. The day had been long, full of hard work, but we were not done yet. William was eager to get the job finished, but also determined to do it well. I subtly watched him as he walked away, and as he turned the corner, I thought he had turned back to take another look at me, but I couldn't be sure.

William, as said, was one of the experienced leaders of the town. He looked youthful for his 45 years, with broad shoulders and his overgrown blond hair, flowing playfully from the top of his head. He was tall and muscular, his biceps forming a clear outline through his shirt. It was a hot day, and he had opened most of the buttons of his shirt, revealing a light covering of blond chest hair over his fit body.

We moved over to the final wall, the men chattering happily as the day's labors were nearing their end. I exchanged some jolly words with the fellows next to me, but the image of William passing right by me kept flashing in my mind, his scent still lingering in my nose. Alfred, the old man next to me, called out to get my attention, and I realized I had fallen into a daydream when we were already ready to proceed with the next stage of the job. Embarrassed, I let out a short laugh and jumped to action.

--

At the end of the day, as the sun was setting, we all sat on the warm grass with fresh drinks in hand, supplied by the ladies of the town. The sweaty group of men sipped their beverages, looking all at the freshly built barn standing there in the sunlight. It would still need finishing, the roof uncovered, the walls unpainted. But the weather promised to be good the next few days, and no one was concerned about having the time to finish in good order, so the mood was good. That special feeling when you have worked a hard day and could now relax and admire the fruits of your labor was to be seen on all faces.

After a second beverage, I soon felt the need to relieve myself and made my way behind the barn to a discreet part of the field. I found myself over the crest of a hill, overlooking the woods beyond the village to the right and the town itself in the valley on the left. In the sunset, it was getting darker to see, but the view was spectacular and I allowed myself the pleasure of admiring it for a bit longer.

"Special view, isn't it", I heard from behind me. I hadn't heard anyone coming, caught in my daydreams again, and was a bit startled to hear someone address me.

I looked to my right, seeing no one, and then to the left, where I found William Pope approaching me with a gentle smile on his face and a bottle of beer in hand.

"Quite special, yes", I finally replied, and hastily pulled up my trousers.

"You never get tired of it", he added with satisfaction. "It is the prettiest place I have ever seen". He looked me right in the eye, as if assessing me in some way, and smiled again.

"Could you hold this for a moment, please"?, he said, handing over his beer bottle. I quickly and instinctively grabbed it and looked at him a bit confused about what to do.

He then unbuttoned his trousers, and before I could react, pulled out his member right there in front of me, and began to urinate into the hill just as I had moments before. I couldn't help but look, and caught sight of his penis, large even in his big hands. I felt a jolt of excitement at what I was seeing, but knew I shouldn't hold my eye there. I looked away shamefully, and when I looked back, he was gazing down the hill, as if he hadn't noticed my glance. Perhaps he hadn't, I thought in relief.

Finally, he buttoned up his trousers again and looked back over at me with a smile. He took the bottle back from my hands and patted me on the shoulders, as we started walking back towards the others.

"You're rather new here, aren't you Peter"? He asked.

I couldn't help but be flattered that he knew not just my name but something more about me.

"Yes, just recently arrived to town here, everyone has been very kind.", I stammered in response.

Again he flashed me a slight smile from beyond his serious surface. "Well we very much appreciate you jumping right in to the town events and helping out so generously".

I could feel why he was considered such a leader, he had a way of talking and just standing there that made you want to pay attention. It felt flattered to even be noticed, not to mention being given his attention.

As we returned to the area where everyone from the village was gathered, the night was beginning to fall and a party of sorts was beginning. Fiddles and other instruments had been produced and wine and beer was being liberally poured into various cups. I sat on the grass, watching the last of the sun fade behind the trees, and dipped into a cup of beer myself.

Hours later, as night had long fallen and the party began to wind down, I set off to walk towards the village, ready to lay down for the night. As I approached the town down the dusty track from the fields, I heard footsteps behind me in the dark. I stopped to look back, and saw it was William, catching up to me rapidly from the hillside.

"Hey there Peter, off to bed so soon?", he asked with his low bass tone.

"It has been a long day in the sun, it feels best to rest for the work tomorrow", I replied, trying to sound like a serious man to earn his approval, perhaps.

William laughed in approval, and once more patted me on the shoulder. Each time he touched me I felt a certain pleasure I couldn't quite place. It unsettled me, yet at the same time I felt like I wanted more of it.

As we walked towards town, William suggested a night cap.

"One more drink, a finer kind of drink, to celebrate a hard day's work - what do you say?"

I could only agree, and he again grabbed me by the shoulders, his strong arms pulling me irresistibly towards himself, and I smiled as I looked at his chiseled face as he walked me over towards his house, on the other side of town from mine.

We entered his house, a simple, surprisingly small place at the end of the road, which I later learned he had built all by himself. He showed me inside and guided me to the dining table, whereupon he produced a fancy looking dark bottle of liquor.

"I've been saving this one for a special occasion", he proudly stated, as he poured the drink into a cup, leaning over from behind me to pour the drink over the table. I could again smell his manly scent as he leaned right next to me, and felt a sort of intoxication as he breathed him in once more. He sat next to me on the bench by the table, and we clinked glasses as he held eye contact with me.

I felt my hand shaking, as I felt something unexpected was happening both inside me, and around me. I felt embarrassed to notice I was developing an erection as we shared eye contact and sat there side by side. He was looking at me, and then sipping his drink, calmly looking ahead. I placed my hands on my legs, trying to cover my expanding member in my trousers, and used my right hand to sip the brandy so as not to uncover my erection.

My mind was empty as I was starting to panic about him finding my hard unit, when suddenly I felt his hand on my leg, gently squeezing my thigh with his big hand. My thoughts went blank, and I looked over at him stupidly, unsure what to say.

But I didn't need to say anything, as he smiled lovingly at me, and put his other hand on the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. I couldn't believe it! He kissed me gently, and I scarcely believed a rugged man as himself could have such soft lips. He caressed the back of my head towards him as we kissed, as encouraged by my soft moans, he slipped his tongue carefully inside my mouth.

After what felt like a blissful eternity, he broke off the kiss, leaving me reaching my lips towards him with my eyes closed, kissing the air. He laughed gently as I opened my eyes.

"I was hoping you'd like that", he said softly, still caressing my thigh.

"I did very much", I managed to respond.

"I can tell", he said, and moved his hand up my thigh to grab my hard cock through my trousers.

I felt unspeakable pleasure at being touched like this, and leaned back in ecstasy.

I opened my eyes again and saw the look of lust in William's eyes, and felt a warm surge of pleasure at being desired like this, by someone like him no less. I let my eyes float over all of his body as he kept rubbing me through my pants, noticing his muscular arms, his broad shoulders visible through his open shirt, his muscled chest and abs glistening in the faint light of the lanterns.

William pulled me in for another kiss, and I allowed my hands to reach out and caress his arms. I started pulling his shirt off him, and William hastily approved my actions, pulling off his shirt to reveal his chiseled upper body. It was a working man's body, muscles formed by lifting, pulling, carrying.

As I kept caressing him and feeling every part of his body, William rose up from the seat, and started to unbutton his trousers. He quickly pulled them down and I swallowed in nervous excitement as he pulled out his cock, just inches from my face. I instinctively reached out and grabbed it with my hand, feeling his erect unit in my hands. I felt a tingle through my spine as I felt the hard cock in my hand, and started to carefully move the foreskin back and forth as I gripped it in my hand.

His dick was long and a bit thicker than mine when hard, a good 7" in length as it reached its full hardness. I looked up at his body with his cock in my hand and saw him smiling with pleasure at me as he towered above me. I continued to pump his cock as I would my own alone at home, hoping he enjoyed it. I started to kiss his stomach as I did so, slowly moving my mouth lower down his body. I licked up his thigh, tasting his sweat from the day of work as I reached his low hanging big balls with my tongue. He tasted salty, obscene, delicious.

Finally, I popped the tip of his fully hard cock in my mouth, and started to work up and down the tip with my tongue. I sucked on it as I worked my tongue, producing saliva that dribbled all over the long shaft of his cock. My hands felt tiny as I wrapped them around his penis, pumping the shaft with my hand as I kept sucking.

He moaned loudly as I sucked, grabbing my head with both hands. I felt him push his cock deeper in my mouth as I struggled to make room for it in my face. It felt amazing, and I loved his taste, couldn't get enough of it. I looked up at his hard body again, and at that, I felt my own dick exploding into my trousers, cum shooting through my hard cock like it never had before.

I moaned loudly as I came, but kept sucking him, and William clearly loved it. He pulled my head closer again as he erupted in my mouth, cum shooting directly into my throat. I gagged lightly, but kept his dick in my mouth and continued to suck with determination - this was the hottest thing I had ever experienced and I was not ready to let it go.

He shot a few more bursts of cum in my mouth and hungrily gobbled it all up as he continued to caress my head with his hands. I ran my fingers up and down his chest and stomach, eager to feel every part of him, as he stood there in relaxed ecstasy.

"I'm very glad you came over, Peter", he finally said, with a charming laugh.

"Me too, very glad", I said, laughing as cum dripped down the sides of my mouth.

I kissed his stomach just above his dick, a big smile on my face, and took another breath in of his scent, now a sweaty musk mixed with cum and pleasure. This breath would stay with me to keep me warm all winter.

Rate this story

Liked this story?

Nifty is entirely volunteer-run and relies on people like you to keep the site running. Please support the Nifty Archive and keep this content available to all!

Donate to The Nifty Archive
Nifty

© 1992, 2024 Nifty Archive. All rights reserved

The Archive

About NiftyLinks❤️Donate