Russ - lean, muscle-toned farmer Marco - gym-bunny hairy city biker The pair lay in each others' arms, drifting off to sleep in Russ' hayloft.
They didn't wake until they felt a hand on their shoulders.
Russ eyes opened to the foreign touch on his shoulder. It was Bobby, his some-times hired hand.
Marco's eyes were open too.
"Mr. Jones?" the young man stared. "I...I...shit."
"It's okay, Bobby. Just a couple of men having fun," Russ started, kind of unsteady.
"You're gay," the young man said. "But you're dating my mother. Well, kind of..."
"We're not really dating, Bobby. You know that. She just kind of clings on me," Russ slowly slid himself apart from Marco, who wisely lay there silently.
Marco eyed the young man. Bobby was about the same height of the farmer; he was shorter than Marco. While Russ had a lean, muscle-toned farmer's build, Bobby was lanky, with muscles clinging to bones. It was an odd look on a man who was not tall. Bobby was 18 or 19, Marco wasn't sure. Russ had said the young lad part-time hired help with an aggressive mother.
Marco also eyed a bulge in the young man's cutoff shorts. He saw Russ had stood and seemed to have calmed Bobby, somewhat. Bobby was listening silently, most of the time making eye contact with Russ, but Marco noticed the slight glance at Russ' cock.
"...so are you okay?" Russ asked, putting a reassuring hand on Bobby's right shoulder.
"Sure, boss," Bobby said, showing a sly grin. He grabbed Russ' cock. "As long as I can have some.
What!?!?" Russ said, stepping back. Marco had stood up behind Russ and didn't let him get too far, but the farmer dick did slip from Bobby's hand. Russ felt Marco's stiff pisser in his ass crack. "You're like a son to me, Bobby. I just..."
"Well, `dad', that doesn't bother me," Bobby said, shucking his white T-shirt. Russ finally noticed the bulge in his cutoffs.
"Bobby, not now," Russ commanded, taking charge, but staring at the boy's nipples in a sexual way for the first time. "We have a celebration to get to in town, remember?"
"Hell, `dad', you slept through it. It's Saturday afternoon now," Bobby said, slipping his shorts off and pulling down some worn briefs. "That's why I came looking for you. You didn't show up. You didn't answer the phones or return any messages. When I didn't hear from you this morning, I came out and did the chores, then noticed the bike behind the barn, and came looking. I like what I found."
Marco reached around Russ' chest and started tweaking the farmer's nips as Bobby knelt in front of Russ and took his hardening pecker in his young mouth. Bobby swirled his tongue around the farmer's cock, trying to get it to release its rural nectar as Marco tongued Russ' left ear and petted the smooth, taut, 6-pack abs. "You're lucky to have a devoted son," Marco whispered in Russ' ear. "He seems very eager."
"And experienced," Russ whispered back, putting a hand on top on Bobby's brown hair and pushing him further down his rugged shaft. "I don't think this is his first cock."
"It's not, dad," Bobby winked at him while standing. "Not a virgin in any way here. No need to `break me in' like a wild horse." He leaned in and suckled on Russ' right tit.
Marco walked around behind the young stud and petted his hairless buns.
"Firm," he said, and slid a finger across the boy's pucker. "Little moist, too."
"I just did chores, fucker," the teen mouthed off. "That's all man back there, willing and waiting."
"Watch your mouth, young man," Russ reprimanded. "Who have you been with that talks like that?"
"High school. Don't be a prude, dad. And I'm not a whore. Only been with 2 other guys on a very regular time," Bobby boasted. "We all fuck each other. That's another reason I looked up here when I saw the bike; we've used this loft a lot."
Russ thought back. He'd found quilts up here with no explanation, a sneaker once, and a condom that he figured was his, but now he knew. Bobby ran around with Jason and Clark. One was a baseball player from another farm. The other lived in town and was cute.
Russ watched as Marco slid his Italian cock up Bobby's shitter. Hay dust swirled in the loft as the afternoon sun slipped through a few loose boards. The hirsute bodybuilder wrapped his right arm around Bobby's lithe frame and lifted the lad off his feet, speared on the muscled biker's shaft, held aloft by the cock and a muscled, hairy arm.
Marco slowly moved Bobby up and down on his cock, the young man's eyes wide open and staring at Russ' body.
"Suck your boy, Russ," Marco coaxed the farmer. "Taste him."
Russ leaned over and slipped the rock-hard member down his throat.
"Yeah, suck him, buddy. His pussy's so fuckin' tight. I'm gonna load it up and you can suck it out," Marco hissed, increasing his speed on Bobby's butt.
Cows in the fields could be heard mowing. Squirrels skittered outside in an oak tree. The early afternoon breeze flowed through the loft and cooled the sweaty sheens on each man as they fucked and sucked, pawed and chewed on manly flesh.
Marco grunted as he shot his wad up the tight teen hole around his pisser. Russ was pulling the teen's balls from his body, stalling his load as Marco finished. Russ pulled Bobby off Marco and had the young man lie face down on the quilt as Russ dove for Marco's sperm in the sweaty farmhand rectum. The smoother farmer sucked the slime from his "son's" hole, cleaning it out, his own cock hurting from being stiff do much.
Bobby couldn't hold back and shot his seed all over the quilt as his dad felched Marco's cum from his teen hole.
Russ was the only one not to have shot yet. He stood, his cock jutting from this taut, smooth, farm-toned body. Clear honey dripped from the end. Marco reached over and squeezed the shaft and Bobby rolled on to his back.
"Shoot it, dad," Bobby said, reaching up Russ' right leg and gently pulling his finger tips down the smooth leg, causing Russ to twitch, then cum started flying from his cock, landing a few feet away and ending on Bobby.
"We'd better get cleaned up, men," Russ said after the trio had caught its breath. "We can't miss tonight."
To be continued.
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