March 17, 2016
Sequel to Down by the Swimming Hole
After we composed ourselves, Brad did before me, we went down to the barn. The guys we passed laughed a little, pointed at us, made comments to each other but didn’t address us directly. It was as if they knew what had happened, knew why we were there. We worked for several hours at that usual chore of moving a wheel barrow down the aisle and cleaning out the shit with pitch forks. I could see the sweat on Brad’s back. My own body was quickly covered as well. His underwear became transparent so I knew mine had done the same. If I watched him too closely, the way his muscles moved, especially as he moved the wheel barrow, I got too excited.
My ass hurt the entire time so I know his did as well. There was a continued throb broken only by the movement of skin when I changed positions. When the back of my underwear clung to my ass and I could feel it between my cheeks I knew anyone could see every detail as if I were naked but as useless as they were I couldn’t bring myself to take them off. Even if they were transparent, I reasoned, at least they kept my dick and balls from swinging around so there was at least that.
Rocko checked on us a few times, a few other guys did as well. Rocko only nodded to us but the other guys laughed a little at our predicament. It seemed like every farm hand got a peek. I thought the first couple were perverts just looking for a cheap thrill but as more came by I reasoned that it was more about our embarrassment, our humiliation. Here I was the owner’s son brought low by one of their own. I had to grin and bear it because I was afraid to run to my father, or even to my mother. We had pulled a terrible prank on Rocko and we were getting what we deserved.
It took several hours for us to clean every stall, by the time we finished it was getting dark and the other guys had already started to bring in the horses. I couldn’t look them in the eye when I passed them, just kept my head low. When we were done and had everything back in place we stopped in the doorway. Brad leaned against the wall to roll a cigarette. I couldn’t help but notice his flat stomach, the way his muscles flexed as he breathed, the band of his briefs and his bulge. He offered me a hit but I refused it. I just wanted to go to bed, maybe steal a few drinks. Just before I started to move he spoke.
“Today was pretty bad,” he said.
“I just want it to be over,” I replied.
“We could do that,” he said, “or we could do something else.”
“What else?”
“It’s getting pretty dark and sometimes I go up to the top of the barn and lay out under the stars naked. It’s kind of nice.”
“You do not,” I said.
He nodded to me before signaling for me to follow him. I almost refused but somehow up on the barn under the stars in my underwear or going to bed, possibly passing my father, under the stars sounded better. We made our way up to the roof unnoticed by anyone, crawled along the narrow top to a flat spot where we could lay side by side. I watched as he rolled onto his back but I could barely see him there, except for those briefs that picked up a some light. I did the same next to him.
The roof was hot. It burned into my skin but in an almost pleasant way. Conscientiously I put my hands on my stomach, made sure my feet were together, no part of me touched him, not even a little. Within minutes he was asleep. I looked up to the stars, picked them out one at a time trying to make the shapes they taught us in high school, but I could barely remember them. Eventually I closed my eyes and fell asleep as well.
We woke when the air turned cold. It was a slow awakening as we took in our surroundings, tried to comprehend our situation. He scratched at his head and I felt itchy as well so I did the same. We hadn’t bathed since working in the barn, I thought, we must be disgusting. He scratched at his balls as he got to his knees, pulled the front of his underwear out a little and really went at it, but his scratching became rubbing. I looked away to the stars trying to not think of my own dick.
“That was some day,” he said. “What time do you think it is?”
I shrugged my shoulders and told him I didn’t know.
“I’d say it’s anywhere from two in the morning to four. It usually gets cold between then but I can’t say for sure. I felt like I slept all night.”
He stopped moving his hand and just kept it there cradling his cock and balls as if just the pressure felt good.
“Me too,” I replied.
“Do you think he’s going to hold a grudge against us?”
I hadn’t really thought about it. He didn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge. No, I thought, he had dealt his justice, my father on the other hand was something else. I wasn’t sure what my father would do.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “He got us pretty good, a spanking and mucking out the stalls in our underwear. We’re not little boys.”
“That’s true. Everything will probably be back to normal tomorrow.”
“Right,” I said.
“Well, almost everything, I’m sure the guys will have something to say about it.”
He scratched at his chest lazily with his other hand before he raised his elbow and sniffed at his armpit. He let out a disgusted groan. It was exciting to watch him and I felt my dick reacting a little. I was unsure if he could make it out in the moonlight but I didn’t want to take the chance so I decided to keep him talking.
“Are you going to hold a grudge?” I asked.
“No, it’s over I guess. As long as nothing else happens then I won’t do anything. At least you can go home though, I have to bunk with the rest of the guys.”
“It was a prank that got out of control,” I said.
“Of course,” he said.
My brain was empty. I couldn’t think of anything else. Well my father but I didn’t want to think about that. What else?
“I saw the way you were looking at him,” Brad said.
My body stiffened at the accusation, my face and ears warmed, but other parts of my body felt cooler. I wanted to strike out at him, just one blow and I could send him off the building, but I stopped myself. Instead I looked to him for some kind of response but he barely moved. He just sat there on his knees with his hand under his briefs.
“It’s okay you know, I mean he might not appreciate it, but I won’t tell on you. I’ve met guys like you before in the bars. Sometimes they hit on me. It’s kind of flattering.”
“What?” I asked.
“I’ve even fucked a couple of them.”
“What?”
“I know how it’s done. I’ve done it. I’m pretty good actually.”
“It didn’t mean anything. Guys look at each other all of the time. It’s natural.”
He shifted a little and got to his feet. I looked up over his legs, past his crotch, to his stomach, muscled chest, and the silhouette of his head. As he shifted a little I thought I could make out his dick. When he pulled his hand out of his underwear I could definitely see it.
“I’m just saying. I’ve done it but I’m not like that. I’m not gay.”
“What?” I asked.
“Things happen between guys. It’s natural for a guy like Rocko. He’s attractive. We don’t like to think about it that way but it’s true. He’s kind of intimidating that way.”
“I don’t know what you think you saw,” I said.
“Okay, but just don’t sweat it. It’s easy to be jealous, especially when you’re young. You don’t have a lot of experience but I’ve seen and done it all.”
“Please,” I said. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Right,” he replied. “Are you going to try and sneak into the house like you are or do you want to get cleaned up first?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Follow me,” he replied.
It wasn’t a suggestion so much as an order, an order I thought about refusing, yet it had a certain kind of logic to it. I didn’t want to sneak into the house as dirty as I was, certainly not get into bed. He started to walk along the narrow roof. Once his back was to me and I felt comfortable he wouldn’t look back I got up to my feet and followed him. He paused for a moment to look at the moon when he got to the ladder before he climbed down into the barn. I looked into the partially lit area certain that he would see every detail as I climbed down. I would be vulnerable and I regretted that I got a little excited about the idea. But I knew he wasn’t going to move on without me so I just did it. I forced myself to climb down into the barn.
I was happy to see he had already moved on so I followed after him again, turned off the light as I passed the switch. We climbed down into the lower part of the barn where the stalls were. The lights were already off, a little moonlight came in through the windows. The loudest sounds were those of the horses chewing hay and knocking against the walls with their hooves as they flexed. It almost felt like the early mornings, yet it wasn’t the same. We weren’t early. We were out late. I was lost in thought when Brad swatted me on the ass playfully and motioned for me to follow him. He pulled open the main door, waited for me to pass, then closed it.
The darkness of the barn had been comforting, let me forget my state of undress, but outside in front of the barn we were under a pale light. I realized then just how silly we looked in our boots and underwear. Silly and yet somehow practical, I thought. He rolled a cigarette, then led me around the side to a hose we kept there for washing down the horses. It had a spray nozzle.
“Take off your underwear,” he said.
I froze as I looked to him. As silly as I felt I still didn’t want to take off my underwear. I could barely make him out in the darkness, mostly the cherry of his cigarette, but I knew the light was behind me so he at least could see my silhouette. I shifted a little before I shook my head.
“Come on, hurry up, I’m getting tired.”
He’s just being practical, I thought. I wanted to get clean but didn’t want him to be the one spraying me. I decided to refuse and let him do whatever he wanted to do for himself, then afterwards I’d spray myself off.
“We don’t have all night,” he said.
“Just do yourself,” I replied.
“Whatever,” he said before he started to walk past me.
I watched him drag the hose to the front of the barn, under the main light. There he took off his boots and underwear, set them on a dry rock. I couldn’t move. I wanted to look away but I was transfixed. He started with his hair, moved down his neck, over his chest. He cleaned his arm pits thoroughly, his arms, then moved back to his abs, down to his crotch, his thighs, knees, shins, and ankles. After he washed his feet he moved up the backside to get every last spot.
As he twisted his dick stuck out from him as water dripped off the end. His pubic hair was matted down. He sprayed over his ass cheeks before he squatted down a little to spray the water up at his hole. He let out a moan of surprise as he almost dropped the sprayer, then laughed at himself before he went back at it with more determination. His jaw clenched tight he sprayed himself for a long time between his hole and his balls before he suddenly stopped and stood up completely.
My own dick was hard and straining in my underwear from the sight of what he had just done. I thought it being my own tongue not the hose at his taint, sneaking between his cheeks. If the front of my underwear wasn’t noticeably wet I thought they would be soon. He looked to me and I almost retreated into the shadows but he motioned for me to step closer. I hesitated before I stepped forward a little, more into the light I was sure he could see my erection, but he didn’t seem to notice.
Instead he offered me the sprayer which I took carefully, not wanting even our fingers to touch because I was sure if they did it would send a signal through my body, cause me to freak out and run away. The sprayer in my hand he turned away from me and asked me to spray his back. I could feel the water run down over my hand and I knew it was cold, really cold. I shook my head in disbelief that someone would subject themselves to it but I went ahead anyway, hit him in the middle of the back causing him to whoop and swear as he readied himself. I sprayed every inch slowly until he could take no more, then told me to stop.
I thought it was over but he turned to me and looked down to his crotch. I looked to it as well to see his erection had gone down. Even cold and soft it was still pretty big, maybe bigger than my own. We both stared for a long time. It felt like a moment of bonding until he grinned at me and looked to my crotch where I still had an erection. He motioned for me to hand over the sprayer.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Looks like you need to be cooled down,” he said.
I looked away from him to the rest of the farm, looked for any sign of someone watching us. There was no one else. They were all asleep. It was just the two of us. It was just me and him. His naked body, me in my underwear and boots, and a hose. As strange as it was I felt more willing to be sprayed down. I handed it over, stepped away to where he put his boots and slid mine off as well before taking off my underwear. I covered my crotch with my hands and walked back to him.
“Okay, let’s have it,” I said with my covered by both hands.
He sprayed me in the chest, moved down to my abs, then to my crotch where I took away my hands. He sprayed my dick until it shrunk, then moved back up. He told me to start washing myself so I did. I washed each place he hit me with water for as long as he sprayed it there. My arm pits, my hair, my chest, and crotch were all easy enough, right down to my toes, but that’s when he told me to turn around. He moved back up over my body, over my ass, the small of my back to my shoulders and for a moment I thought I had gotten out of something. I was ready to call it a night.
“Bend over and spread those cheeks boy,” he said.
There was humor in his voice and yet that command was so undignified, so blunt that I almost refused, but as he kept spraying me with the cold water I felt like I just had to get it over with so I did it. I bent over, reached back, and spread my ass cheeks. The water hit the insides of my cheeks first before really getting into my ass as hitting my hole. I heard him step closer and the water got harder. It felt like it was really getting in there and for a moment it felt really good until I realized just how cold it was and just how exposed I was to him, to anyone. I let go, stood up, and stepped away from him before I turned to him. He held the sprayer with one hand and his dick in the other as he slowly jerked it.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said. “There’s nothing to be scared of, it’s just me. I can show you how to have fun. It’s easy. I promise it won’t hurt.”
I gulped. His hand continued to move and I watched him. He set the hose down and walked to me, got close. He asked if he could touch me and I told him he could. He reached out with his other hand and took hold of my dick. He stroked it a few times.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
I felt a renewed warmth in my crotch that moved from my dick into the rest of my body. It pulsed through me in expanding and greater strength until it reached my lips. He moved to kiss me and I let him. His lips felt like foreign objects. My lips did too, foreign and yet a part of me. It felt like he was kissing me with electric lips as I felt the shocks travel through me right to my stomach, to my dick. His tongue slipped into my mouth, a warm, wet invader that felt like it would fill my mouth and cause me to suffocate until I started to kiss back. His hands left our dicks and went to my shoulders, down to my arms. His fingertips pressed into my skin as we continued to kiss.
I felt like I had won the jackpot. I wanted it all right there and right then. I had to have it. I had to get off. And I didn’t care who saw me. I pulled away from his kiss ready to do anything and everything when he stopped me and told me we should go somewhere else. We looked around to make sure no one was going to stop us before he retrieved our boots and underwear and went back into the barn.
Our hard dicks stuck out from us as we ran. It was funny to see him run with a hard on and it felt silly to be doing it. We got back inside easily, climbed up into the hay loft. I was wary of the rungs of the ladder. He opened the loft door partially to let in some light before we went back at each other. He was aggressive as he took hold of me, pushed me to the pile of hay. I fell onto my back and it felt like a million needles going into my skin but I tried to not let it bother me.
He pulled his lips from mine, a string of spit fell down over my chin as he moved to my neck where he bit and sucked at the skin. His hands ran along my arms to my wrists where he playfully pinned them for a moment as I felt his teeth move down my chest to my nipple. He bit it softly before using his tongue to circle the tip, one then the other. His wet lips moved down my stomach to my crotch, through my pubic hair to my hard dick. He licked at the base and it felt like two parts of me as the head swelled.
It was possibly the hardest I had ever been. His tongue left a trail of spit down to my balls. He licked and sucked at them. He took one in his mouth as I felt his fingers on my knees, then up my thighs, down under them he raised my legs, got a good hold at the backs of my knees and pushed my feet high into the air as he moved down over my taint with his tongue, a string of nerves that fired off one at a time until he got to my hole where he pressed into my flesh, worked into me. I reached for my own dick, the sensitive head slipped through my fingers as it was covered in ejaculate.
The pleasure of the feeling of him rimming me made me writhe on the hay, a million new needles into my flesh I rolled my head into my back as I grunted. I could feel the sweat in the small of my back, the ache of my thighs, my hard dick as I rubbed the shaft carefully, and the bulbous end of my dick that felt so full and hot. He sucked and tickled me with his tongue, each moment of pressure giving me a suggestion of what it would feel like to have him inside me. He let go of my legs so I strained to keep them in the air as he moved his hands down to my ass. His fingers pressed into my wet opening, forced me, pulled at me, until I thought he had split me in two.
A sensation of pleasure ran through me that cause me to grunt and moan. I realized I was holding my breath and forced myself to breath, in then out. His fingers rubbed at me, pushed into me, pulled at me as his tongue got deeper. He was getting me ready, prepping me and I wanted it. I wanted him.
When he pulled his tongue out, ran it up with his fingers over my body I knew it was time as I felt his dick pushed against my hole. His hands found their way up my sides, his tongue ran over my stomach until it reached the middle of my chest where he kissed and bit. He reached for my wrists and I let him take them as I felt him maneuver into me, press into me. He had me under the full weight of his body as I felt it slowly going inside all of the way to the base. His balls tickled at my ass for a moment before he pulled back out, then pushed back into me, each time I could feel all the parts of my body as if they were separate yet just as powerful.
After a few strokes he began to work me faster and harder as he bit into my skin his fingers got tighter around my wrists. I turned my head to look at him, a bit of straw stuck in my hair. He grunted as he battered at me, sweat covered his body in a thin sheen. I could smell him, myself, the ejaculate. My hard dick rubbed up against my abs as he bent me into position. I heard the slap of skin against skin as I felt him there going faster and faster, deep inside of me I felt a new sensation that was like a tickle, a kind of pleasant shock that made me think for a moment I was going to piss myself. It was the type of pleasure that felt like it was going to overwhelm me as it spread through my body. I tried to reach for my dick to finish myself off but he just held my wrists as he continued to pump. His eyes were closed, head turned away slightly with his warm cheek pressed against my pectoral muscle. He groaned and pushed against me, pulled at my wrists for a long moment before he let go with his head still resting on me, his body went limp, pressed down onto my dick. It was the only touch I needed as I felt an orgasm better than any other I could have given myself.
Ejaculate pushed out of my dick into the crevice between our warm bodies. He gave a little laugh before he pushed himself up from me. He pulled himself from me. I felt him slide out, followed by his ooze. He steadied himself before he moved beside me and sat next to me. I reached down to my hole. It felt open and pulsing in a way that I had never known could happen and I felt his ejaculate there running out of me. I touched some of it, pushed my finger around in the soft skin to get any last sensation, then fell onto my back. My slime covered dick began began to soften as I felt it laying against my warm thigh. He touched my stomach, ran his fingers through the puddle of goo, moved it around, and began to laugh.
Every muscle in my body was strained. I didn’t feel like I could walk. I didn’t feel like I could sit up. I was happy. I was exhausted. My skin felt hard and dry from being in the sun, my muscles ached from working and then having sex, and he was still there, beside me, touching my chest. I thought it was over. I thought it would never happen again and I was afraid of going to sleep then seeing him the next day. But then he lay down beside me on his side, his hand went to my dick as he moved his face to mine. He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue into my mouth. We kissed for a few moments before he pulled away.
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said.
“I promise I won’t,” I replied.
“But we can still have more fun,” he said.
“What are you thinking,” I asked.
“You and me, out on the range...”
I laughed a little.
“Not literally, but we could do it. Go out and sack up together, bring a dog and a few horses. No one has to know.”
I sighed as I put my hand over his as he teased my dick. I thought he was just another Casanova Cowboy and now he wanted to do it again. Was it the promise of some relationship or just another bit of fun?
