Wanderlust- Back to the Grindstone

Returning home from college for summer break I felt a sense of independence like no other time in my life. My mind had been expanded. I had learned not only of other cultures and other religions but of the opportunities any man could have with an adventure to the city, some spark of his imagination. With more of an education there was a real chance of no longer being beholden to my father and his farm. As I rode back to town on the train everything felt so much smaller. At the station I noticed details that had been so ordinary, even the wagon and horses guided by one of the farm hands felt antiquated compared to the cars I had seen. Things were slow to change there, I reasoned that I would have to escape in order to be successful, and so the closer I got to the farm the sadder I felt.

A kind of gloom fell over me, especially once we got to the property I began feel sentimental for this land, these people. I would have to one day leave them behind, one day in the not too distant future would be the last and then never again. But when the wagon finally stopped in front of the house that had been my home for so long I forced myself to smile, perked up my shoulders and went inside to greet my parents. It had been almost a whole year, since I hadn't been back on winter break and instead spent the holidays with a college friend's family. There had been many cold nights at his parents' home that gave us many good reasons to bundle up together and share the same bed. Waking up next to him, so warm and safe, still brings a smile to face, but that's a story for another time. Once I was back on the farm I had to forget those things, on the farm there was only work and swift justice.

My parents looked older than I had remembered them. My mother seemed to slouch more, my father's hair more gray. I hugged them each in turn and we had a small meal before my father said that we should get to work. There was always something to be done on the farm. Just the thought of going out to barn got me excited. I was unsure if Brad and Rocko were still working there but I had good reason to expect they were. There had been no mention of either of them leaving in my mother's letters. For a while I had worried my father might fire Rocko for spanking me and making me work in my underwear but he hadn't, not even a comment. And I was terrified Brad would say something about what we did or otherwise get caught in some compromising position, but I reasoned that he hadn't.

So when I saw Brad in the loft moving hay I was relieved and elated. I wanted to run to him, hug him, kiss him, and pull off our clothes but the best I could do was stare at him with my jaw hanging loose, give him a nod. My father mentioned something about getting hay from a different farmers field as he complained about this stuff having too many weeds but I barely paid attention. I admired Brad's form then we were off. He showed me a new tractor, pointed out repairs that had been made to the buildings before making our way to the final site. Rocko was in the ring with a new stallion when we found him. He waved hello to us and we waved back, for a moment I thought that would be it until my father signaled for him to come over to us. He handed the reigns over to one of the other hands as we got closer to the fence.

Just getting close to him made me weak in the knees. At a distance he was small, ordinary, but up close, right in front of me he was a force of nature with his broad shoulders, muscled arms, narrow waist. He looked down to me and gave a little smile with just the twitch of his cheek. It was as if he remembered but wasn't going to hold it over me, keep me in pain.

"My son here is back from college, he might have forgotten a few things but I expect he can get back into the swing of things. I expect you to put him back into the mix with his regular chores starting this evening and maybe he can help you here."

"Yes sir," Rocko said.

My father looked to me and I stared back unsure of just what he expected.

"Well get to it," he said.

"Yes sir," I replied before ducking and climbing through the fencing. Rocko helped me steady myself on the other side and just for a moment I wished I had fallen into his arms but I quickly stepped away from him as I hoped my father hadn't seen, hadn't suspected what I felt. We walked together to the horse as my father headed back to the house. It was almost ordinary until my father called back to us, "don't be afraid to use the whip. He could use some discipline."

My face went red with embarrassment, my ears burned. I shook my head as I looked to the ground. One foot in front of the other, I told myself. Me or the horse, I thought. My father was a man of secrets and innuendo who could hold a silence, keep a person in suspense and then make some vague comment like that, though usually it was a joke to lighten the mood sometimes it wasn't. A comment like that would normally leave me reeling for hours but somehow being outside in the ring with Rocko and something to do I dismissed it.

He took back the reigns easily and worked the horse until it was tired then he brought it in close. I moved to its front shoulder and petted it gently as he let it nuzzle against his armpit. After letting the horse catch it's breath we walked it back to the stalls where we did a little bit of tidying up. I felt like everything had returned to normal until it was time for washing up before dinner. Rocko led me to one of the empty stalls with a bucket and hose. Rocko took off his shirt. I reluctantly did the same. I felt a little ashamed at having gained a bit of weight. I sighed at my love handles. Good eating and being lazy, I thought. Rocko smirked.

"We'll burn that off of you this summer," he said.

I blushed at the comment and tried to think of a sarcastic reply when I heard a familiar voice behind me say hello. It was Brad. Just the sound of him snapped me from my friendly bond with Rocko. Just the sound brought back that day, that night. His flesh and my flesh in carnal embrace, the hairs stood up on the back of my neck, my clothes and boots felt impossibly big. He moved to my side and clapped a hand to my shoulder as he put an arm around them.

"Good to see you're back for the summer," he said.

Rocko eyed us a moment as he dried his armpits with a towel. He began to put his shirt on and I thought to say something, to push Brad away from me but it was too late. Rocko was on his way out and Brad was there to stay, bonded to me. Neither of us spoke until Rocko left the barn and we were fairly certain no one else was around.

"I missed you," he said. "It's been an extra long winter without you."

Was he getting romantic? Was he getting sentimental? It seemed so unlike him that I doubted he was being honest. I rolled my eyes but he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, a sloppy kiss that left spit where his lips had been. He gripped at me again before he moved away to the other side of the bucket. I was shocked to see him begin to strip down, not just his shirt but his jeans too and his underwear. I wiped the spit from my face with my hand as I watched him splash water on his body, with special attention to his armpits, dick, and hairy balls. We had fallen into a silence. I was content to just watch him until he spoke.

"I got a few bottles of moonshine, some bad shit that will put hairs on your chest and a few more on your balls too. What do you say?"

 I gulped at the invitation. I had done very little drinking until then, the most in one sitting was Brandywine over the holidays. I had gotten red in the face and naked, oh god naked with Michael. We lay facing each other, gently exploring each other's bodies with our fingers, and then our lips, eventually our tongues. Brad and I could do the same thing.

"I'm in for it," I said. "When?"

"Tonight, after everyone goes to sleep, just sneak out of your bedroom window and meet me out at the pavilion. I'll bring everything."

Once again I wanted Rocko but all I could get was Brad. He had been fun once, there was a promise of being fun again. I told him that I would be there then we parted ways. Dinner was an easy routine, I did my evening chores, and prepared for bed like I had always done, said goodnight to my parents and carried the lantern to my bedroom where I opened my window and changed from my night shirt back into my day clothes in preparation and waited until I could hear my parents snoring. I slipped out of my open window, walked across the farm to the pavilion.

For a moment I thought he hadn't made it until he stepped out of the shadows. He handed me a bottle that I took without reservation, put it to my lips and tried to casually drink from it. It burned from my lips to my asshole, settled in my stomach. He laughed a little as I handed it back to him. He took a drink then passed it back to me. I drank again more prepared than I was the first time but still unable to hold back a cry of excitement and a shiver of the body. He took the bottle from me, had a second drink then put the quirk back in it before he set it on the ground. I felt slightly dizzy yet excited and nervous. What had I gotten myself into?

He moved to me, put his hand to my neck, stroked my jaw before he pulled me into a kiss. Our tongues slipped against each other, tickled at each other's lips and teeth as he wrapped his arms around me. His hands went to my ass which he gripped tight enough to make me stand on the tips of my boots. I grabbed back at him, untucked his shirt and he went for my buttons. He worked his fingers down from my collar, each one came undone. He untucked my shirt, unfastened my belt, undid the button and zipper of my jeans. My shirt fell from my shoulders, down my arms to the ground as he pulled my jeans to my ankles. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled my cloth covered dick to his lips. He kissed and licked as I looked up to the ceiling and moaned in pleasure as my hard dick drooled against the white fabric.

He peeled down my underwear, my hard dick stuck out from me into the cool air for a moment before his lips went to that area between my dick and scrotum. He moved his wet lips along the shaft, back and forth until I thought I couldn't take anymore. That's when he stuck my dick in his mouth, the flared, bulbous head right into his throat as he sucked and groaned until I could feel the spit run from his lips and down over my balls.

I grabbed at his head, took hold of his curly hair, pulled him as tight as I could before releasing him. He pulled off me and gasped, his hand went to my dick and stroked the shaft as he caught his breath and wiped away spit with his other hand. My legs ached from standing there so I shifted on my feet. He continued to stroke me as I reached for my nipples, worked them into hard points. I was desperate for him to keep sucking. I was disappointed when he stood up until he kissed me on the lips before leading me further into some tall grass where he guided me to the ground and onto all fours.

He moved behind me and I expected him to start rubbing against me but instead I felt something else, his hands pushed my cheeks apart, his fingers pressed into my flesh, something slick, his tongue, went to my hole. It tickled at first and I thought he was just preparing me until he got his tongue into me. Just a little bit of opening and the pleasure ran through me, right to my nipples and the spot between my shoulder blades. I moaned, grunted, and pleaded for him to keep doing it as my hard dick leaked to the ground. I supported myself with one elbow and took hold of my dick as I felt his fingers begin to also work my hole.

In moments I was relaxed for him until I felt his hands move up my body. He took hold of my shoulders as I felt his dick at my hole. He pressed into my slowly, back and forth with small attempts to go deeper until I relaxed to him. His balls hit against mine and I knew it had been done once again. He pulled me into a kiss. It was blissful torture to have him inside me, to be kissing me. I felt him simultaneously. His fingers scraped down my back sending tingles through me. My asshole tightened, my lips felt red hot. He ran his fingers to my hips where he took hold of me before he started to pull out, then push his way back inside. He worked me like a piston, occasionally our lips touched, his fingers roamed, and I got to tickle my own dick until I felt him work until he was almost out of breath.

Sweat rolled down my back, chilled parts of my skin while others burned, my knees and thighs ached, my stomach was tight. His dick felt like it would split me in half, tear me to shreds. He pushed my shoulders into the ground, my nipples rubbed the blades of grass until he worked to one final thrust then collapsed onto me for a moment before he pulled from me and fell to the ground. I rolled onto my side, my hard, leaking dick between my thighs. I rolled to my back took hold of it, the hardest it had ever been, slick with spit. I stroked it with excited abandonment until it exploded up onto me, showered me with my  own ejaculate. Hit my chin and landed on my face, in my hair and on my lips. Splotches cooled on my chest, my stomach, and in my pubic hair. He moved close to me, kissed at my shoulder, my neck, so I rolled to him and kissed him back before turning away to let him move to my backside. His soiled dick pressed against my butt, his chest against my back. We fell asleep.

Wanderlust- Working Hard (short story)

March 17, 2016

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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?

Wanderlust- Down by the Swimming Hole

After our chores there was enough help around that work was light, so when two of the farm hands Rocko and Brad wanted to take the horses for a ride I decided to join them.  It was easy enough being the son of the ranch owner to not worry about if the other guys thought I wasn’t doing my work.  Rocko rarely took a moment for himself when there was something to be done.  He didn’t just tell the guys to do something.  He was the first one to do it.  Brad on the other hand was a bit lazy, but his good nature and sense of humor kept the other guys on his side.

It was just after breakfast that we got everything together, our horses, the saddles, a rifle, and a few supplies for lunch.  When you start just as the sun is coming up the morning can seem long.  There were a few times I snuck off to some part of the field or a corner of the barn where no one would see me and took a nap, but heading off with them felt like the beginning of an adventure. 

I was headed off to college at the end of the summer so I wasn’t too worried about consequences.  Anything I did I felt could be forgotten or patched over.  When I came home on break it would all be new to me.  It would be like a new kid moving into the neighborhood, especially since many of the men would be gone or new by then. I felt good about what we were doing.  We probably wouldn’t even be noticed. 

With Rocko in the lead I knew he could handle himself in any situation.  I felt braver with him just being there.  He was the kind of guy that if he asked you to come along you knew he could get you out of something bad.  I had heard stories of him clearing out bars, pushing around cows, and taming stallions.  His hands were rough from handling bails of hay and repairing machinery.  I once saw him carry an engine across the garage to a table so he could get better lighting.  He was broad shouldered and muscled.  At over six feet tall he towered over most people, especially me with my wiry, youthful build.  I guessed him for being in his thirties but didn’t know his age for certain except that he was older than Brad who was much more like myself.

Except he dressed better than me when he wasn’t working as I always inherited my older brothers’ clothes.  He liked new, stylish shirts and blue jeans, kept a hat and a pair of boots in an old trunk that were only for impressing the ladies when he went out drinking.  His only vice was cigarettes that he rolled himself.  He talked about fights and mischief but it never sounded like he actually did it.  He knew a joke, knew a few stories, but didn’t get caught.  He was quite the sight that morning as we rode along behind Rocko on the trail through the woods, not dressed in his best but definitely his cleanest clothes, a flannel shirt tucked into a tight pair of jeans.  He had this beautiful triangle shape to his back. 

Yeah, I had a little crush on him.  I knew it.  Rocko too maybe, but he seemed so unattainable, like he could brush me off without noticing me.  At least with Brad it’d be fair, you know.  It was like if I said the wrong thing to him or he caught on to how I felt it wouldn’t be a problem, at least he couldn’t make it one.  But I kept those feelings deep inside, locked behind a door somewhere. 

We rode along at a quiet, slow pace.  The trees stuck up all around us were covered in leaves so we kept a watch for deer or other animals that might spook the horses.  The worst was a loose dog because they might try to chase you.  A deer or some other wild animal might dash in front or else run from some hiding spot but the dog, well the dog would come right at you.  That was most of the reason why we brought the gun. 

My father owned over two thousand acres, much of it woods, so we could go a lot of places, travel around it for a long time, before we got close to another farm or someone else’s land.  A lot of it was familiar to me so when we started down a trail I recognized that led to a pond I started to get excited.  I had often slipped off to it alone and swam there naked.  Sometimes the farm hands went there after a long day to bathe, though I never saw it, but I heard them talking about it.  Just little jokes and stories about how they’d wrestle with each other or dunk someone in the water, especially the new guys.

As we rode it wasn’t just the idea of swimming there myself but being with them that got me excited.  I could feel myself getting an erection at the notion of it.  I let that fantasy play out for a while until my dick strained against my jeans and underwear and it hurt, then I thought about something else because the closer we got the less likely it seemed, the less I wanted it.  They’d see me too.  They’d know.  I buried that thought deep as I stretched my neck and tried to rattle some other thoughts into my head, but there was little else to think about as we rode. 

It was monotonous with the sound of the hooves and birds.  Neither of them were talking and there was little for me to say.  I had learned when I was young that male bonding wasn’t about saying anything but about the quiet time spent together.  We bounced and swayed with the rhythm of the horses.  Rocko sipped from a flask.  Brad rolled himself a cigarette.  I watched them do it all so casually that I was worried if I tried the same things I’d drop it then have to stop everyone to get off my horse and pick up whatever it was, fighting with my horse the whole time.  So I didn’t try any of that.  I just rode along.

Before getting to the pond Rocko took a short path that led to a campsite nearby on an embankment.  It was used regularly so there were a few logs in a circle that rarely got moved and in the middle was an old ash pit.  I had only been out there when it was being used a few times the summer before when my father thought I was old enough to be around the men.  He let me have a few sips of the moonshine and a beer before we left them.  He said a boss has to keep his distance from the workers because they might start thinking of him as their equal.  I really think it was because my mother didn’t want us coming home drunk.

Rocko led us into the middle of the circle near the ash pit, then stopped and surveyed the shadows.  I moved up beside him as if I had an equal opinion while Brad lingered on the side to roll another cigarette.  I did my best to imitate him, pretend like I knew what he was thinking.  He could have just as easily rode off and I would have followed him, but he didn’t. 

Instead he dismounted and led his horse into a shadow where he tied it to a tree.  I followed him to nearly the same area to do the same thing but he directed me to a better place.  Brad seemed to know what he was doing, or else Rocko didn’t really care about his horse, knowing that if it got sick it would be Brad’s responsibility.  We walked back to the ash pit and stared at the charred remains for long enough that Brad finished smoking and threw the butt into it.  By adding something new I felt like it ruined the moment but started us in a new path towards the pond. 

We walked down narrow, uneven path directly to the water that was ringed with trees and a mud beach.  At the far end was cattails and other greens that grew out of the water and onto the land.  There was a splash of a fish that made us all laugh and look around at each other for a moment.  Rocko put his hands on his hips so I did the same.  Brad stuck his hands in his pockets.  It felt significant just to be there away from the ranch and everyone else so when Brad took off his boots, then rolled up his jeans it felt like some tether that linked us all the way back through the woods had broken.  It was just the three of us ready and willing to do as we pleased.

He set the boots in a dry area before he walked down to the pond where he slowly entered until it was just over his ankles.  Rocko shook his head so I rolled my eyes.  I wanted to strip off my clothes and jump right into the water but I stopped myself with every ounce of self-control I had left.  I tried to make myself content and it almost worked until Brad looked back to me and signaled that I should join him.  I looked to Rocko who shrugged his shoulders, then down to my boots that were getting muddy.  It was foolish to stand there, I thought, so I headed over to where Brad put his boots and started to take mine off.  They were a little awkward so I sat.

“Thinking about going for a swim?” Rocko asked.

“Just taking off my boots,” I responded. 

My voice cracked a little as we hadn’t talked the entire ride out and I barely said anything that morning.  There was so little to be said on a farm when everyone knew what they should be doing and what everyone else had to do.  I cleared my throat to try and get my voice back, get some kind of masculinity.

“Why not do it right?” Rocko asked.

“What do you mean?” I responded.

That was when he started to unbutton his shirt from the collar, worked his fingers down the front where he unbuckled his belt, pulled the ends out and undid them too.  He stepped out of the mud and moved to a grassy area with his back partially to me where he pulled off his boots.  The full length of his thigh and buttocks visible to me I watched as they flexed and tried to imagine what they might look like naked.  He opened his jeans, dropped the shirt from his shoulders to his elbows, then onto the ground.  I could see the muscles in his back, lean hips that didn’t have an ounce of fat, and pale skin.  No underwear, just skin, the only ivory part of his body that hadn’t been touched by the sun.  He pulled his jeans down and I could see the full crack of his ass, the tan line just above his knees.  I was hard just at the sight of him.  I bit my lip to make sure my jaw wasn’t hanging loose and I wasn’t drooling.  Rocko stretched his arms up to the sky and that’s when I noticed Brad was looking at me as I watched Rocko so I looked away to the top of the water, then to Brad who only smirked.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched Rocko step into the water, unable to really see any detail like the size of his dick or his balls.  He got waist deep before I decided it was okay to look back at him.  He ran his hands through the water, splashed it a little.  Brad let out a laugh as he made his way to where he put his boots as he stripped out of his clothes.  I looked up to him as he stood next to me.  He looked down into my eyes as he undid the last of his shirt.  He dropped it beside his boots, then pulled off his undershirt.  He smiled at me and I winced.

When his hands went to his belt buckle I looked away but I could still see him out of the corner of my eye.  It was like he was enjoying it.  Not being watched but teasing me with something he knew, something he saw me doing, and something I wanted.  He stepped out of his jeans, dropped them on his shirt, then pulled off his underwear and dropped them in my lap.  They fell right down in front of my face and partially into my hands.  That made me jump and yell as I threw them aside towards the rest of his clothes.  He laughed a little and Rocko looked back to us but he dismissed any trouble as he walked to the pond.  I looked up to Brad, saw his partially tanned skin from working in the fields and the much smaller patch of white, unblemished ass.  He ran his hands over his stomach, tugged at his dick a little, then looked back to me over his shoulder.

I looked away to my boots that I had yet to get off.  My hard dick betrayed my conscience as it felt like a warning or some kind of alarm that I was a pervert.  It might as well have been ten feet tall and stuck out from me for everyone to see.  I stopped trying to get my boots off and tucked my feet back against my thighs, kept my knees close together as I watched the two of them approach each other.  They seemed to be enjoying themselves and I wanted so desperately to join them.  I wanted to be out there feeling the water on every part of my body, maybe it was cool enough to calm me down.  Though I felt like I could have dipped my cock in a bucket of ice water and it wouldn’t have helped.  Somehow the thought occurred to me that I should have been first and then I wouldn’t have been in the situation I was in by having them out there naked in the water and me on land trapped in my clothes by my own dick.

They splashed water at each other, swam from shore to shore, and dove in the deepest parts.  It took a while for my erection to deflate.  When it did I slid out of my boots, got to my feet and quickly stripped off my clothes until I was down to my underwear.  Like Brad I also wore white briefs and I felt a little foolish standing there with my back to them, but I made sure to grab at my crotch a little before pulling them down and stepping out of them.  I made sure there was no slime in my pubes before I turned to the water and walked to it.  I wasn’t ashamed of my limp dick, not really.  I wasn’t hung like a horse but there was nothing to feel guilty about because I had very little to do with its size.  I walked into the water with barely an acknowledgement from them.  Finally when I was up to my shoulders they swam over to me.

“Glad you could join us,” Brad said.

“Hey, let’s race,” Rocko added.

I wasn’t a good swimmer, could barely do a breast stroke, but I wasn’t sure how good they were so I agreed.  Rocko swam away from us and we followed him to the shore where he climbed out.  I got a full view of his ass and balls as he did, then it was my turn so I followed after him knowing Brad got a full view of me.  Brad was right after me to the point that if I stopped suddenly he would have run into me so I made sure I was out of his way before facing the water.  Almost hip to hip we stood next to each other looking at the other shore.  The sun beat down on our bodies.  There was the smell of grass and flowers in the air and I could hear birds chirping. 

“On the count of three,” Rocko said.

He counted for us and just as I was about to jump when Brad stopped me by pulling on my arm.  I turned on him unsure what he was doing.  He grinned at me, then signaled for me to follow him.  I looked to Rocko who was a fourth of the way there.  It was too late to try and catch up with him.  Brad pulled on my hand so I started moving.  He led me to where we started and our clothes lay in three different piles. 

“Come on, let’s grab our clothes,” he said.

“I don’t know,” I said. 

I looked to where Rocko was halfway across the pond, swimming hard to win a competition that neither of us had even tried.  I could feel droplets of water on my body, in the middle of my back, down over my buttocks, my thighs and my crotch.  Brad was quick to grab up his own clothes before moving to Rocko’s.  Part of my back and stomach clenched at what he was doing.  I moved to grab my own clothes.

“Don’t do that,” I said.

“Come on it will be funny,” he said.

I knew we were doing something wrong.  It felt like I was pushing through some kind of barrier in space and time and like I was ripping apart some kind of connection with Rocko at the same time.  But I couldn’t stop myself.  I couldn’t stop Brad.  It all just felt so dangerous.  It would be nice to see Rocko humiliated, bring him down a peg.  He had never been mean to me but he had always been strict with the other guys, so in charge and full of himself.

“Hurry up and leave his boots,” I said.

He tossed Rocko’s shirt at me.  I let out a laugh and looked back to where Rocko was climbing out of the water.  He shook off, wiped at his body, and looked back for us.  Brad already started up the trail.  Rocko looked up to me and I just started running.  I felt ridiculous with my clothes in my hands as I charged up the uneven path but I didn’t miss a step despite my balls and dick slapping against my thighs.  By the time I got up there Brad had already made it onto his horse.  I went to mine, stuck my clothes and Rocko’s shirt in my bag, then climbed up.  It was strange on the saddle without wearing anything, the feel of the hard leather against my balls and my dick off to one side.  We rode away slowly at first, but panic set in not far down the trail so we started going faster until Brad stopped his horse and I pulled up along side of him.

“We’ll never out run him back to the farm, let’s take another path, even if we get back after him we’ll still have his clothes.”

“Okay,” I said.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Which way?” he asked.

I thought about it for a moment before I pointed out a path and led the way.  He followed after me and just before we turned a corner I looked back.  When I didn’t see Rocko right behind us I felt relieved.  I wasn’t sure if he expected us to return or maybe he didn’t really care.  I just kept riding.  There was no point in looking back, I thought, besides it was nice to see Brad’s body as he rode.  Whatever trouble this would cost me wouldn’t last long because I’m off to college, I thought.

We took a circular path back to the ranch, stopped at secluded spot to get dressed, then headed to the main barns.  My clothes were slightly damp from not drying off with a towel but it was nice to be home.  We laughed to each other as we went to the barn to return our horses.  We made sure to set Rocko’s clothes in a clean area before taking off the saddles and stabling them, giving them hay as well.  As we walked out of the barn, that’s when I started to feel guilty.  I almost went back to get my horse, saddle up, and go out to find Rocko.  If he wasn’t at the pond then he had to be on his way back, maybe I could minimize his humiliation and avoid any kind of punishment. 

Brad didn’t stop.  He didn’t even seem to look back as he walked to the main house.  He was happy, pleased, with what we had done.  He asked me to get him a beer as he sat on the steps with Rocko’s jeans in his lap.  I tossed the shirt next to him and went to get us a beer each.  No one seemed to be around, the house was mostly empty except for my mother who was in the kitchen cooking.  I said hello to her before I got two beers, took off the caps, and went back to where Brad sat.  He had rolled himself a cigarette and stuck it between his lips.  I sat next to him and asked for a puff.

We passed it back and forth until it was almost down to the end.  That’s when we heard hoof steps and we looked to the line of pine trees to see Rocko on his horse as naked as the day he was born.  He rocked with the gate of the horse until he got to us and he stopped.  I could see his boots in the stirrups and laughed a little as I knew the rest of him was bare.  Brad let out a laugh as well, then stopped and nudged me on the shoulder and pointed up to the man we had pranked.  He looked down at us with the most serious face I had ever seen.  The muscles of his chest, shoulders, and arms seemed larger than they had ever been.  He dismounted and stood next to his horse right in front of both of us.  His hands at his sides I could see everything.  His dick was limp, but thick and long.  His thighs were muscled and pale.  I followed the curves of his abs up past his belly button to his pectorals, then to his neck where I could see veins. 

“How’s it going?” Brad asked laughingly.

I thought all of the blood drained from my face, my jaw hung open as I looked into Rocko’s eyes.  There was no humor anymore.  We had done more than crossed a line.  He was angry.  We had wronged him.  He wanted justice.  He wanted revenge.  And he deserved to get it.  My body felt as if it had become disconnected as I sat there.  I knew I couldn’t do anything.  Brad might try to run but I wouldn’t.  He’d catch me or else tell my father and maybe, just maybe my father’s punishment would be worse.  All I could think was to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Not good enough,” he said before he stepped to us and reached for our faces.  I thought he was going to slap us but instead he reached for an ear on each of us, took it in his strong fingers and bent it.  Brad was the first to make a noise.  He argued and struggled while I just whined.  Rocko was naked.  He should have been embarrassed, yet he was manhandling us like two small boys.  He pulled us into his arms, one around each of us, his hand went to our belt buckles that he unfastened easily.  He released me for a moment as he pulled Brad’s pants down around his ankles, then he did mine.  I thought for a moment he was going to strip us but he didn’t do that right away. 

Instead he turned back to Brad who began to struggle to get his pants back up, grabbed hold of the man, and dragged him to the porch steps.  My jeans around my ankles, my briefs in clear view of anyone who would look, I watched as Rocko took Brad over his lap and pinned him there.  Brad struggled for a moment, kicked his legs but there was nothing he could do.  His ass was on full display covered by a thin, white fabric that revealed the shape of each cheek.

“Don’t do this Rocko,” he ordered.

The first whack came down hard and firm causing a sound that echoed from the walls of the house, the roof of the porch, and out into the rest of the farm.  It was followed by a second and a third.  He twisted and tried to reach back.

“The game is over Rocko.  You made your point now turn me loose.”

Two more strikes broke his anger making him raise his hand to his mouth where he bit into it to try and stifle any sound of pain.  Rocko spanked him again, one cheek, then the other, back and forth until he had a rhythm.  Brad arched back a little, then gave up and let his body hang loose as Rocko continued to spank him. 

A breeze came through the trees, over the blades of grass, touched the hair on my thighs, my crotch, and my ass.  It went right through the thin, white cotton to my skin and I knew it was no protection against a spanking like the one Brad was getting, like I would be getting.  The elastic somehow felt tighter around my waist and just above my thighs.  I felt like I wasn’t wearing anything at all.  Brad began to cry.  His whimpers lingered in my brain as spit flew from his mouth.  I liked the noises he was making and it started to get me excited.  I could feel my dick beginning to stiffen, the shifting of my balls, so I closed my eyes to try and think of something else.  I hoped my shirt caused some kind of shadow so that Rocko didn’t see it.

“Please, I’m sorry.  We were just messing around.  You don’t have to do this.  I won’t do it again.  Please, just let me go.”

Rocko stopped so I opened my eyes to see Brad go limp over this strong man’s lap.  He looked defeated.  My ears burned as I knew I would be next unless I pulled up my pants to run.  I thought about it.  I could get away, just run, hide out for a while, then come back when it was forgotten.  I wished I was already at college, but I just couldn’t move.  I was frozen there. 

When Brad started to move I thought it was over but then Rocko held him there, grabbed hold of the back of the man’s underwear, pulled them down over his rosy ass.  I could see every shade, an uneven coloring that started in the center of his cheeks, ran out over the mounds of flesh.  That would be my butt, I thought.  Just how bad would it hurt?  The crack of his ass, the small of his back.  The muscles began to twitch and that’s when he really began to cry as if some pain had been locked there that released itself in one great break.  He was defeated.

“Please just let me up.  I’ve learned my lesson,” Brad pleaded.

Rocko shifted a little, helped Brad to his feet, then pulled him between his knees where he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his shoulders.  Brad just stood there as his shirt fell to the ground.  His red ass now on display to me I studied it carefully, noted the light amount of hair, the way each cheek quivered.  The band of his underwear tucked down under caused the material to have folds and wrinkles.  His thighs moved a little but I knew it was just to try and circulate that feeling of pain.  Rocko turned him and pointed to an area to his left for him to stand so he shuffled to it and stopped.

I looked from Brad’s ass to Rocko who sat seemingly contemplating me, or maybe he was just giving his hand a rest.  I shifted on my aching feet hoping he didn’t think I was going to try and run away.  He just stared at me.  The guilt building up in my stomach with each moment.  His knees were far apart, his limp dick hung down over his massive balls right in the middle of his thighs.  He had deep, black pubic hair.

He raised his hand, signaled with just one finger for me to step to him.  I started to shuffle my feet and I almost lost my balance.  It was all over.  I was going to do it.  I was going to be over his lap.  The tension rose up from the middle of my back into my chest, my lungs.  I started to cry as I made my way to him.  It was as if I could already feel his big hand coming down on my ass, the pain radiating out through my body.  It was an automatic reaction that I just did it, just went through with it.  He stopped me at his knee, took hold of my wrists, my arms, and pulled me down over his lap.

For a moment my feet left the ground, bound together by my jeans they felt useless until they came back down to touch the dirt by just the tips of my boots.  He positioned me carefully, pushed my shirt up my back until it was in my arm pits and I could feel it tight around my ribs.  I was his to do with as he pleased and all over some stupid prank, a joke that got out of control.  If only we had just stopped at the horses, given his clothes back, then we would all have had a laugh.  Or maybe, just maybe, if we hadn’t done it at all. 

The band of my underwear was tight, the cloth against my ass felt like it soaked up every drop of sweat.  Anyone, but especially Rocko could see the details of my ass.  I knew it would give no protection against his hand as I looked up to see Brad standing there out of the corner of my eye.  He just stared off into space with his hands at his sides for a long time before he reached back to rub at the skin.

“Hey, don’t rub it,” Rocko said.  “I want you to feel it for a long time.  I catch you rubbing your ass I’m going to take you back over my knee.”

It was the only warning Brad needed because he promptly put his hands back at his side and raised his head a little to show he could deal with it.  That was when the first strike happened and it caught me off guard.  I didn’t even register it until he raised his hand back in the air.  I wanted out.  Tears fell down from my cheeks onto the steps, my mouth open to breath deep.  I could feel the burn of my lips and ears.  I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand but a second spank made me regret the act.  I didn’t have time to prepare myself for the next three as he gave them to me in a rapid pace. 

The pain felt as if it was stuck to the very tops of my cheeks, went right down through almost to my dick.  My dick.  It felt just as useless as my feet as it pressed into Rocko’s muscled thigh.  He continued to spank me, each time the pain spread out in circles from where he hit until it reached my lower back, then it ran up into my chest and all the way down to my feet.  I started to sob but he just kept at me.

When I reached back with my hand he only took hold of it, pinned it to my back and continued to swat me.  The sound echoed off the walls and the roof.  I was glad that only my mother was home and that she was probably completely oblivious to what was happening.  Strangely my butt stopped hurting so bad.  The pain became this dull sensation that ran through my skin, even to the top of my head.  I cried out for mercy.  I cried out for him to stop.  I cried out apologies.  His hand came down again and again.  Finally I went limp over him, every muscle in my body gave out.  I hung loose down to the steps, the backs of my fingers against the wood.

That’s when he stopped.  He had broken me.  I was truly sorry.  My chest hurt from the pressure against his thighs but it didn’t matter.  It, the spanking, was over.  Tears felt frozen on my face, I breathed in gasps and tried to speak but I had no voice.  He let me recover for a few minutes before his hands went to my sides to nudge me so I pushed myself up from his lap.  His naked body there still before me didn’t matter.

All I could feel was the burn in my ass from his spanking.  He pulled me between his knees, pulled off my shirt just as he had done to Brad, then pointed to a spot next to him for me to go and stand.  I shuffled my way there, almost bumping into Brad as I moved next to him.  Rocko stood, scratched at himself, then made his way over to me where he promptly pulled my underwear down around my ass to inspect the bruising.  Seemingly pleased with his work he pulled the band back up, a little tight so I felt the back of my briefs between my cheeks.  He did the same to Brad before he walked around in front of us.  He was naked.  We were in our underwear.  But we were clearly more humiliated and ashamed than he was. 

“Take off your pants,” he said.

“What?” Brad asked.

Rocko was quick to slap him across the face.  I looked to them then immediately bent down to get my boots and jeans off.  Brad did the same.

“Put your boots back on, then I want you to go down to the barn like that and muck out the stalls.  Take a moment to compose yourselves but don’t take too long.”

Part Two: Working Hard