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.
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