I wasn’t exactly overjoyed when my parents suggested I spend the summer on my uncle’s farm. But I had no job, no idea what I was going to do in the fall – work, college or travel – so I decided to go along with the idea.
Apparently, my cousin two times removed, Jake, was going to be there, and we were around the same age. He could, presumably, show me the ropes and provide some companionship, because at 5 foot 10, 140 pounds, I wasn’t really built for the rugged life of farm work.
But things turned out better than I ever expected – much, much better.
Jake was a big, blond, sunbrowned guy with twinkling blue eyes, a handsome face, and a muscular body. He had a fun-loving, magnetic personality. For my first day on the job, my uncle had me and Jake baling hay.
It was a hot summer prairie day, and even though Jake and I got an early start on the work, by 10 a.m. we were sweating rivers. I was huffing and puffing and taking every break I could to catch my breath, while Jake was working smooth and efficient as that hay-baling machine. He pitchforked the bales off the belt and heaved them up into the open barn hayloft three for every one I struggled with.
‘You just got to get the rhythm right, Mark,’ he claimed, a huge, white grin splitting his face.
‘Yeah,’ I gasped. ‘It doesn’t help to be built like a brick outhouse, does it?’
The grin spread even wider. Jake planted his fork in a bale and stripped off his shirt, showing off his muscled upper body. His smooth, brown skin glistened with sweat. ‘Doesn’t hurt,’ he said, picking up the fork and the hay bale, pitching the bale up and away in a strong, practised motion.
I stripped off my T-shirt, feeling the heat now something fierce. My slim torso paled – figuratively and literally – in comparison to Jake’s. ‘I’ll be buff as you,’ I bragged nonetheless, ‘after a summer on this place.’
I went to pitchfork a bale of hay and found them all gone.
‘OK, boys, that’s enough work for a while,’ my uncle said, coming out of the barn. ‘We don’t want to burn out this city slicker all in one morning,’ he added, looking at me and smiling. ‘Why don’t you take a break till after lunch – go for a swim or something? Jake, give me a hand unloading these fence posts, will you?’
I didn’t have to be told twice. I grabbed up one of my uncle’s fishing rods from inside the barn and headed off down the trail that led to the creek in back of his property. Instead of just lollygagging around swimming, I’d catch my lunch and maybe theirs too.
I arrived at the burbling brook and stood on the bank and licked my lips, staring at the cool, rushing water. I set the rod down and dipped my face into the creek. Sweet nirvana! Cooled down some, I then cast my line in and stretched out on the bank, sunning myself now without all the hard labour to go along with it.
I quickly fell into a doze, thinking about home, this girl I knew back home – Amy. She was blonde and stacked and bronze. I’d traded kisses and tongues with her, but hadn’t progressed from there.
I folded my hands over my chest, crossed my ankles. The fish were biting, but my brain was jumping. Only now I was thinking of Jake – blond and built and bronze – the big guy’s body shining in the sun, his handsome face and sparkling eyes and lush lips filling my mind’s eye. And the hard-on that Amy had raised, Jake built harder and higher.
I gulped. I liked girls. At least, I thought I did. Though when I’d accidentally stumbled on to that hardcore gay video on YouTube, before they took it down, I’d gotten kind of excited at that, as I recalled.
Two muscled studs were kissing and frenching, naked in each other’s arms. And then one had gone down on the other, sucking the guy’s huge cock into his mouth and wet-vaccing it. And then the other guy had returned the favour. And then the bigger guy had shoved his fat cock right into the other man’s ass, had started fucking him, banging his thighs off the guy’s rippling cheeks, churning his prick …
Holy shit! I had my own cock in my hand, stroking the pulsating member through my jeans. I was getting off on those guys!
I blinked my eyes open and looked around. No one and nothing but the trees whispering in the wind and the babbling creek. I swallowed, hard. Then I got up and skinned off my jeans and T-shirt, stretched back down on the warm bed of grass, in the sun; nude, lewd, with my bare cock in my bare hand. Figuring I might as well enjoy nature while I had the chance, knowing I was well isolated from the rest of humanity.
And when I took up my prick again, recommenced the heated stroking, and closed my eyes, I thought about Jake – no denying it. I pictured his body, naked, his huge cock, standing out right in front of me. And it was me on my knees, taking his dong into my mouth and sucking on the turgid appendage, enjoying every sensual sensation of having another man’s beating cock in my mouth.
The male body could be just as beautiful as the female, I mused, no doubt about it, my hand gliding up and down my towering erection, my body flooding with delicious heat. I brushed my left hand over my chest, making my nipples stand up and take notice. I pinched a swollen pink bud, rolled it, did the same to my other nipple, stroking long and hard.
The sun bathed me in dazzling heat, the wind and the water soothing me, the outdoor openness of it all heightening the erotic sensations of jerking off. I kept my eyes shut, thinking of sucking off Jake, playing with his balls, mouthing his sack; as I felt up my chest and nipples and tugged lovingly on my prick.
Jake wanted my ass, he said so. He wanted to stick his big cock in my ass and fuck me. I’d played with my anus before, a few vegetables in the bathroom acting as phallic replacements, and I knew what marvellous emotions getting your chute pumped could elicit. I reached down with my left hand and clutched my balls, squeezing, twisting, arching my butt off the ground, my cock higher in the air, gripped in my fast-moving hand.
Then I heard a twig snap. And my mind wasn’t far behind.
I popped my eyes open and looked up. Jake was standing there, naked as I was, his huge cock dangling semi-erect from between his sturdy legs. It was my worst nightmare – getting caught jacking off; and my dream come true – seeing Jake in the buff.
‘Fish aren’t biting,’ he said, ‘so you figured you’d try a different pole, huh?’
I stared up at him looming over me, at that hanging man-bait of his, totally embarrassed and totally turned on. I willed my cock to soften in my strangling hand, but that was a no-go. If anything, it grew, surging with blood like the rest of my body, naked Jake so close, the hot air crackling with the tension of my possible homosexuality, possibly my first man-on-man contact.
Jake looked down at me, his keen eyes gliding all over my laid-out body, focusing on my swollen erection. Then he dropped down onto his bare knees, straddling my head. His shaven balls touched my hair, his tremendous cock shadowing my face, hood brushing my lips. ‘Nice view from here,’ he quipped. ‘Wouldn’t you agree?’
I was speechless, on fire, smelling the man’s musk, feeling his hot, heavy meat. I tentatively stuck out just a little of my tongue and touched his bloated hood. His cock jumped above me.
‘Now you’re getting the hang of country living,’ he said, crowding up higher, pushing his cock down lower. He eased his hood in between my lips, into my mouth.
I’d never tasted, never sucked a man’s cock before. My head spun, body tingling wickedly. It was all instinctual, natural. I simply opened wide and let him shove his meaty hood into my warm, wet mouth, and a good third of his swelling shaft. Then I sealed my lips around him and sucked, tugging on his dong with my mouth.
‘You got the rhythm now,’ Jake groaned, bobbing up and down on his knees, feeding me more and more of his beef.
It felt incredible, sucking on that pulsing cock, feeling it slide back and forth in my mouth. I reached up and grabbed on to Jake’s mounded butt cheeks, and they jumped, clenched in my hands, as I moved my head up and down, hoovering his prick.
Until he said, ‘Hey, what kind of host am I? You’re the new guy here. I should be showing you the ropes.’ He got up, his cock oozing out from between my clinging lips.
As he walked around my prostrate body, I thrilled at what I’d done to the guy. His tremendous member was standing straight out, glistening with my spit.
Jake knelt down in between my legs, picked my own hard-on off my stomach and squeezed it in his big, hot mitt.
‘Oh God!’ I gasped, spasming. I’d never had another guy touch my dick before.
His hand enveloped me in warmth. He shifted it up and down, stroking my dong, and I just about fainted with the shimmering sensations I was feeling. He stroked easily, strongly, quickly, stretching me out even harder and longer. My body vibrated, my cock consumed in his hand, his fingers swirling expertly around and over my mushroomed hood.
‘Yup, you’re one healthy young man,’ he stated, grinning at me as I glared at his pumping hand. ‘Let’s have a taste.’
He dipped his head down and brought my cock up, swallowing my cap in his mouth.
‘Yes!’ I yelped, writhing with delight, clawing at the grass. ‘Suck me, Jake! Suck my cock!’
I could hardly believe what I was saying. But I could hardly believe what I was feeling either. Jake enveloped my hood in velvety heat and wetness, his soft lips surging around my knob, sucking. I arched up into his mouth, his wet-hot tug driving me wild.
He easily took more and more of my dong into his mouth, lips sliding lower, tongue cushioning. Until he had me sealed tight in his molten maw almost right to my fuzzy balls. His brilliant blue eyes looked up into my desperately blazing ones, and he pulled his head up, pushed it back down, sucking long and hard on my raging prick.
It was too good, too much, too soon. Precome leaped out of the tip of my sucked cock. Jake vacuumed it up, hummering the length of my boiling appendage. I was ready to blow, totally overwhelmed by it all.
But the big guy was obviously an experienced hand at this kind of manual work too. Because he pulled his head all the way up, lips sliding off my cocktop with a pop, forming the words, ‘Let’s get a taste of your lazy ass, huh, Mark?’
He let go of my prick and it hung in the air, buzzing with electricity. Then he gripped my thighs and rolled me up, bringing my butt up to his mouth. He spread my cheeks with his strong fingers and speared his hot, wet tongue into my pucker.
‘Oh my God!’ I cried, jolted by the impact.
Blood rushed to my head, none of it from my cock, which was a twitching length of steel. As Jake swarmed his tongue all over my asshole, licking my rosebud, lapping my crack.
It was totally insane and totally amazing. Why had I waited so long to experience this? Who cared if it was a man or a woman? As long as it was Jake. The guy’s tongue dragged up and down my butt cleavage, flooding me with raw delight. He spread me even wider and rimmed me, stuck his sticker deep into my bung and tongue-fucked my ass.
Jake bobbed his head up and down, plunging my buzzing chute. Tears streamed down my face and sweat dewed my trembling body, the man plugging my anus with his tongue. I knew what was going to happen next, and I wanted it so, so badly. Out there in the open, me out and loving it – getting ass-fucked by another man.
‘Stick your cock inside me, Jake! Fuck me, Jake!’ I implored the beautiful stud.
He pulled his tongue out of my butt and licked his lips. ‘My sentiments exactly. I like a quick learner.’
He stood up, his massive dong rising with him. He gripped one of my thighs with his left hand, bending me over even more, my virgin bumhole his for the taking. He gripped his huge schlong in his right hand, the tool of ultimate sexual pleasure still slick with my spit, like my butthole was slick with his spit.
Then he drove his hammerhead downward, against my browneye. I jerked at the touch of his hood to my pucker, was jolted to my very soul by the surge of his cap through my ring and into my chute. He’d popped my anal cherry! I whimpered as he sunk his thick, veiny shaft into my anus, swelling my butt and myself.
He didn’t stop until his balls kissed against my trembling bum. The man’s cock was buried in my ass. It was weird, wicked, wild. He pumped his hips, stroking my anus, and I discovered heaven on earth.
‘You’re tight,’ Jake gritted, churning my ass. ‘First time?’
‘Yes! God, yes! Fuck me, Jake!’
I grabbed my own numbed cock and tugged on it, in rhythm to Jake pumping my butt. His balls bounced off my upended cheeks, his cock rocking me faster and faster, sawing my burning chute.
I couldn’t take it – his big body crushing down on me, huge cock cleaving me in two. I pulled frantically on my dong, and then I exploded. Jets of white-hot semen burst out of my dick and rained down on my face and chest. My mouth opened in a silent scream, and I tasted my own sperm, gulping it down, shooting more and more into my mouth. As Jake pounded into my ass, blowing me apart.
‘Oh boy!’ he blurted. Then jerked, muscles tightening up all over his chiselled body.
Sizzling jizz scorched my bowels and seared my chute, the big guy coming and coming and coming in my ass.
It seemed to go on for ever, but was over far too soon. Jake pulled out of my anus and fell down into my arms, helping me lick my own sperm off my face, his spent cock squishing up against mine. We kissed and frenched, no denying my manly feelings any more, an aching need already redeveloping in my painfully empty butt.
It was the longest, hottest summer on record. For yours truly. I was a real experienced hand when it was finally all over.