Shilo was out stacking the hay for the horses when Brice fixed him a hard stare from the front porch. The sun glistened off Shilo's hair, the color and texture of the hay he was stacking. Shilo's eyes, tight in squints to shut out the bright sun setting beyond the trees along narrow stream in the distance, kept firm on the hay he was pitching into the pick-up. Shilo knew Brice was staring at him. Here he was working up a sweat from picthing hay while lazy Brice just sat on his little rump. Shilo grew annoyed.
"What you starin' at?" he shouted over to Brice, fixing him a harsh glare between hay pitches. Brice tried to supress a smile.
"Notin," he mumbled.
"You so interested in my work, why don't you get off that skinny little ass of yours and hep me out."
"I'm all right," Brice said with a lazy lilt.
"Lazy bastard," Shilo mumbled under his breath.
Shilo set back to his work, his arms pumping like pistons pitching the hay. Brice became almost in a trance watching Shilo's biceps flex with each thrust of the pitch fork. Brice liked the way the little balls of sweat rolled off Shilo's smooth arm, like rain on the hood of his dad's pick-up after a good waxing.
"Alright, alright!" cried Shilo, tossing down his pitch fork. "You keep lookin' at me like that and I'm gonna--"
"You're gonna what?"
"--I'm gonna--"
Brice edged him on with his blue eyes.
"Swat you, that's what!"
"Why don't you just come over here and try it." "Maybe I will."
Shilo wiped his large, callused hands over his jeans, almost brown from the dirt. He stood a moment, studying Brice with squinting eyes. Brice liked the way Shilo looked in his jeans; tight and smooth over his muscular thighs.
But Shilo didn't move, only stared hard and penetrating at Brice, threatening him with his eyes. At first it looked as if Shilo might pick up his pitch fork and set back to working, but, to Brice's relief, Shilo, with a little chuckle, sauntered up to the portch. He rested his right foot on the first step and layed his thick forearm over his thigh.
"Well," dared Brice. "you gonna try to whip me or what?"
"You prabably want me to come up there and whip your ass," Shilo grinned.
"Why would I want you to do that?" The control Brice had felt over Shilo began slipping away, right into Shilo's burly hands. A shiver ran over Brice's slim body.
"`Cause you're the type that would like somethin' like a whippin."
"You're crazy, Shilo," Brice said, blowin' out a puff of wind. He felt less in power every moment. Fear, almost, shadowed his heart. Or was it something else? Shilo placed his other foot on the first step, sending Brice's heart racing. Brice licked his lips, dry with anticipation. Another step. Shilo was making his way onto the porch.
Standing just inches from Brice now, Shilo folded his arms over his brawny chest. Brice could smell Shilo now. The combination of sweat and dirt mixed with a masculine odor that carries no name left Brice feeling light headed. He hoped he didn't appear too docile. He wanted Shilo to think him cool, collected, as much a man as he.
"So it's a whippin' you want, huh?" asked Shilo, pitching Brice an evil eye.
"No," Brice said with obvious forced defiance. He knew he must seem nothing more than a child to Shilo, and he hated it!
"No? Why I don't think so. I think you want a whippin' real bad." Shilo's grimace turned slowly into a grin; but the grin instilled more fear in Brice than his previous angry expression.
Brice, whose head was now turned down to avoid Shilo's dark eyes, slowly looked up at Shilo. The two stared at each other for what seemed a lifetime. Brice tried to flee the moment he saw the slight contraction in Shilo's arm muscle. He knew he was out to snap him up. But Shilo was much too athletic and quick for little Brice.
"A whippin', huh?" Shilo said, turning Brice over his knee despite the boy's resistance. "I'll give you a whippin'"
Brice's protests went ignored as Shilo's large hand, as big as the head of a shovel, came down solid on Brice's tender bottom. Down hard his monstrous hand kept coming. Brice was in tears.
"You like that, huh?" Shilo shouted. "Want more?"
"No, no!" cried Brice. "Please, you're hurting me."
Brice's pathetic voice stopped Shilo's hand in mid air. A soft expression took the place of his sinister grin. He lowered his eyes and brought his hand unconciously down gently on Brice's lower back.
"Gee, Brice. I'm sorry. I was just messin' with you. Did I hurt you for real?"
"Sure you hurt me," Brice screamed, but more composed himself now. "What you think, I'm made out of stone or something?"
This made Shilo laugh. He patted Brice's rearend apathetically and said, "You are somethin' you know that? You're the strangest thing around." Shilo had taken his knee out from under Brice and noticed that Brice still remained on all fours. Brice heard no movement from Shilo, heard no sounds at all, save for the call of the crows out in the fields. Slowly, Brice turned his head to look at Shilo. He could see the man's eyes roam over his bent body, his cheeks inflamed with shame.
Heat welled up inside Brice. "I didn't hurt you too bad now, did I?" Shilo asked tenderly.
"No, you didn't hurt me too bad," Brice said, turning his gaze back to the floor. Something told him not to move, to stay on all fours, even if his knees were hurting as they pressed into the hard porch floor.
"I hope I didn't leave no bruises," said Shilo. Silence.
Slowly, Brice felt Shilo's hand reach around under his t-shirt. The callosed hunks of flesh tantalizing to his smooth, transluscent belly. "Maybe we should check and see," Shilo said. In an instant he had Brice's jeans undone and his hand went back to where Brice's butt crack was barely exposed. Shilo's finger felt the groove. It reminded Shilo of a soft hill, like out by the meadow where he liked to sit and think all by himself. Under his touch Brice's skin tightened. Brice's breathing came in slow, contorted gasps.
"Let's see if you got any bruises." Shilo's hand went completely down Brice's losened jeans. The heat from Brice's ass felt good to Shilo's overworked hands. He made slow circular motions covering every inch of Brices small, hard ass.
"Does that hurt?"
Brice moaned with every stroke. "N-No," he stammered, barely able to breath much less speak. Brice kept his butt still, though, not wanting Shilo to move his hand away for anything.
"Everything seems alright," Shilo said matter-of-factly, as if he truly were feeling this boy's ass just to see if it were bruised. When Shilo removed his hands from Brice's ass, it left a void like Brice had never known before. Brice began to wonder if her were imagining all this. Brice turned his head just enough to see Shilo's face. He seemed dark as the shadows from the setting sun that fell across his face. His eyes looked vacant and out-of-this-world.
"Let's see if there are any marks." Then, with a spastic shiver that left Brice nearly inebriated, Shilo delicately worked Brice's pants down to his knees. He gasped at Brice's astonishing ass. Still looking up at Shilo, Brice stared at the man's tough face, wondering how far this would go.
"I'll just see if there're any internal injuries." Shilo began sucking his fingers, like lolipops, leaving enough saliva on so that it dripped between his fingers. Meticuoulsy Shilo worked his finger around Brice's asshole, working his way deeper and deeper like a whirlpool until he felt the tight pull of Brice's hole. It was smooth, slightly sticky, and Brice felt an excitement never known before when he felt the heat of this man's large, masculine finger probing him.
Shilo slowly let his finger slide deep inside Brice, working in small circular motions. Then another finger. Finally, Brice could no longer hold back.
"Does it hurt?"
"No," Brice nearly screamed, wanting Shilo to never stop.
Brice began to work his body now, feeling the gentle probes of Shilo's thick fingers. Brice could see the cock inside Shilo's tight jeans like a metal pipe bomb. Finally, Shilo unzipped his jeans and released his manhood. Brice gaped at its size. Large, throbbing, red as a sunburned pig.
Still fingering Brice's hole, with deeper, harder thrusts now, Shilo stroked himself. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out, sticky and hot from Brice's ass. For a split second Brice thought it was over, the ecstacy gone. Then Shilo spit on his hand and lathered up his stiff rod. He placed the head of his cock to the wanting hole of Brice's ass. Brice threw his head back down, his hair sweeping over the porch, his eyes tight anticipating the initial pain and shock of the massive meat being thrusted into his ass.
Shilo let a tiny moan escpape from his lips as he pushed inside. He folded his hard body around Brice's, savoring, it seemed, the warmth of his cock being in a tight ass. Brice's body convulsed between pleasure and pain. Then Shilo stood up on his knees, thrusting now deeper into Brice's ass. He worked him hard, pumping faster and faster, working around, his cock penetrating every inch of Brice's rectum. This felt good, and there was no denying it. He pounded him harder.
Brice wanted more. He took control. He moved his body against Shilo's. Shilo didn't even move, he threw his hands into the air and, with his eyes shut tight, let Brice do all the work, pushing his butt back and forth into Shilo's throbbing cock. Their moans and shouts filled the vacant farmland. Then, as Shilo got close to his orgasm, he reached for Brice and began taking the controls, thrusting harder and harder. And with one last final thrust, he filled Brice with his hot sticky cum.
Spent, Shilo fell over Brice's body. Brice, much smaller than Shilo, dropped to the porch. They heaved and panted, the smell of sex heavy and mixes the the smells of hay and cow manure.
After a moment, Shilo slowly unraveled himself and stood up. He tucked his nearly limp penis back into his jeans and tucked in his t-shirt. Brice still lied on the floor, wanting more, wanting kisses and caresses.
"You just gonna lay there all night?" Shilo said, kicking Brice lightly with his booted foot. Brice made no move. He could still feel Shilo's hot cum burning his rectum.
"Well, you got the time to lay there like that, you lazy bastard," said Shilo. "I still got to load up that hay." He turned and went back to pitching the hay, and from the floor of the porch, Brice watched the muscles work in Shilo's smooth arms.