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Kirin heard the voices get louder, then softer, moving in and out of the farmhouse. He'd done nothing wrong - as long as they couldn't smell the dried jizz on his nose from the great whiff he'd taken of Adam's smalls - but he still wanted to hide. See blokey blokes in their element.
While he was waiting, peeking out the door every few minutes and listening to Adam singing boy band songs in the shower, he absentemindedly flicked through the mobile, grinning in triumph as he found some photos.
Mostly family, cuddling with his wife, making goofy faces...
Then there was one of him holding a card saying, "Hap Birf Aaron - Tell Anyone And I Kill Ya."
Intriguing.
He scrolled to the next snap - Adam in a blue vest and tight blue boxers, lifting the top to show off his hairy tummy. His big bulge was just out of sight - bloody tease.
Next one, the top was off, he was standing further back, a well-lit shot of his furry legs and the meat and veg snug in a blue wrapper. Kirin licked his lips, wishing he could taste the boxers and Barton banger against his tongue.
Next was a back view of his juicy arse, camera so close Kirin could almost see his hole thanks to the light of the flash.
Kirin wondered if that was as far as Adam would go, being straight and all, so his eyes went wide as there was another, cocky smirk on Adam's gorgeous bearded face as he pulled at his waistband, pubes wild and widening with each new inch of flesh revealed...
C'mon, Adam. I need my wank material.
He groaned in disappointment at the last photo - a sign held over his crotch, saying Maybe Next Year. Soz Mate.
Fucking straight blokes. Of course Kirin wasn't sure any man in the village under 70 was straight...
His train of thought derailed when he heard the voices louder now, settled in the kitchen.
"Gotta get our kits off."
If that didn't get Kirin to take a closer look, nothing would.
He crept from the bedroom, catlike, hiding behind a conveniently placed wall and hoping to avoid creaky floorboards.
He looked down to the kitchen below to see Andy Sugden and Pete Barton, two of the main farmhands. He knew Andy had lived at this farm off and on for years, even owned it himself for a few years, while Pete was newer in town, like Kirin was.
Even in the work overalls Kirin could see the differences in their bodies, but he studied their faces first, from the new angle. Andy was a bit of rough, but had an easy smile and a gorgeous mouth, offset by dark wavy hair and an uneven beard. Pete was unusually handsome, like his brothers, with stunning blue eyes and a kissable pair of lips offset by closely maintained stubble. His hair was sandy and close-cropped, severe, like the man himself was under the deceiving grin.
Andy began to slither out of his overalls, his biceps and pecs threatening to bust out of his painted-on white t-shirt with each jostle. He clearly worked hard on his body every day - anyone who saw his tits framed in those snug tops or his thighs in those tight blue jeans he liked to wear would know this even if they knew nothing else about him.
His fleshy cheeks jiggled in his tight white briefs as he finally finished his striptease. Kirin imagined shoving his tongue up that perfect arsehole, tasting a hard day's toil, feeling it right down to his hard cock.
Before he could stop himself, he snapped a photo of Andy on his camera phone, Adam's stuck in his other jeans pocket.
The click was louder than he'd expected, and he couldn't hide again in time before a hyper-aware Andy saw him. Pete was too busy with texting somebody - probably that nutter mother of his.
Kirin, caught in Andy's curious, furious stare, was about to make a run for it when Andy smirked at him...and winked.
Kirin grinned in response, groping the large bulge barely contained by his slim black jeans.
"Pull it out," Andy mouthed, groping his own fat cotton packet as a tease.
Kirin decided to just forgo subtlety altogether and, putting the phones on a small shelf near the door (where Adam was currently still showering and, from the sounds of it, halfway through stroking out a very heavy load), unbuckled his jeans, shoving them down along with his briefs, satisfied when his prize piece smacked against his dress shirt and his smooth balls hung heavy and low with cum.
"Nice one," Andy mouthed again, unable to say more when Pete suddenly slammed the phone down.
"Does my HEAD IN," he spat, too distracted by family woes to notice Kirin, who quickly hid again.
"Calm down mate," Andy offered, hands soft on Pete's broad shoulders. "Anger does ya no good. Trust me - I know."
They were staring at each other so intently, Kirin was hoping they'd kiss, but Pete was too much of a lad and Andy wasn't going to push too far.
Pete looked down at the state of his muddy boots and overalls.
"Fuck - still in these nasty clothes. Moira'll kill me."
Andy - and Kirin - could barely hide their glee at Pete's grouse. They knew he'd be naked soon - if they had their way.
"Lemme help. You're likely to tear 'em off in a rage," Andy "helpfully" offered, casually pulling at his cock and snapping his waistband as a distracted Pete made quick work of his boots. Kirin had an urge to lick the boots when they were clean...along with anything else attached to the beefy Barton's body.
Andy then stepped over, giving Kirin an ideal view of his shapely bottom bursting through the transparent briefs. Kirin took a quick photo, but was soon more distracted by Andy pulling Pete's coveralls down, then lifting Pete's arms up to pull off his t-shirt.
"That was clean, mate," Pete replied, eyes shining from mirth as he covered his chest in the chilly kitchen. He was a little tubby, but Kirin imagined he'd be good for a cuddle once he was done plowing your brains out. His pecs had a nice coating of hair for extra insulation.
"Can't be too careful," Andy laughed back, noting Pete's nipples were hardening from the cold, and pinching both for good measure.
Kirin's rock-hard cock drooled precum at the sight, a sight quickly documented on his memory card.
"Prat!" Pete laughed, turning red and delivering a fake punch to Andy's heavily muscled stomach.
The laughs stopped as Pete left his hand on Andy's abs for just a second too long.
Kirin was hoping Andy would grab him, bend him over the table for a proper initiation, but Andy knew better.
Pete nervously kicked off his coveralls, left in baggy grey/black boxer briefs. His hairy legs weren't as developed as Andy's, but a lifetime of manual work showed in his torso.
Pete cleared his throat, trying to ignore Andy stroking his jawbreaker through increasingly cum-wet briefs.
"Wanna go take a shower, but pretty boy's still wastin' the hot water," Pete jeered, pointing at the bedroom door...and, unknown to him, a horny Kirin, currently nursing his insistent erection with one hand and unbuttoning his shirt with the other, eager to scrape at his sensitive nipples.
"Might as well get more dirty while we're waitin'," Andy smirked, hands on his waistband. "I've been 'bout to hammer nails all day. Do ya mind?"
Kirin bit down on his hand to keep the moan quiet.
"N-No," Pete said, agog at the ever-increasing amount of skin on display from his mate. "Want some privacy?"
Andy pretended to think, but he and Kirin knew the answer.
"Nah. I'm good," he said, slipping his underwear down to free his fat phallus, a literally mouthwatering weapon accompanied by a trimmed bush of dark pubic hairs and large nuts coated with their own light smattering of hair. The unveiling made a gooey slap sound of triumph that even Adam could probably hear.
Pete's - and Kirin's - eyes went wide. Kirin broke off tweaking his button nips long enough to get a few pictures. He'd frame them in a museum if he could. The chewy foreskin alone made his mouth water.
"Guess you don't get any complaints," he said, nervously, licking his lips.
Andy blushed.
"Wish I had a few more inches, but can't have it all."
He pushed further, knowing it was the time now.
"How 'bout you? You wear those baggy old man boxers 'cos you got something to be ashamed of?"
Kirin chuckled silently at Andy's manipulation. Fastest way to get a "straight" fella naked was to say he had a small dick.
"Nobody's said owt against it," Pete puffed, trying to hide his annoyance and his blatant lust for the other man.
"Let's see about that," Andy challenged as he reached over to pull down Pete's boxers, with Pete not trying to stop him.
Kirin saw Pete's penis through the camera lens first, and it was a familiar sight to him - presentable, serviceable, got the job done. Nice length, if a little thin. His balls were tightly drawn compared to Andy, and his pubes were closer to bare than Andy's were.
"Satisfied?" Pete smirked.
It was Andy's turn to lick his lips.
"Let's see how big it gets," he dared, knowing Pete wouldn't back down.
"A-A-Adam's up..."
Andy ignored him, grinning at his gasp of surprise and arousal when Andy took him in hand.
"N-Nobody's touched me in months..." he admitted when he felt the callused thumb pushing his foreskin back.
"Their loss mate," Andy consoled when he ran his comforting thumb over the pink, soft glans, glad to make Pete shudder.
"Wanna make ya feel good, Pete," he said, flat and heavy in lust, as Pete began to tremble with the assured, thick fingers wrapped around his length. "Make me feel good too?"
Pete's hand shook, stopping a few times, before he gave in, staring right into Andy's dark eyes.
"Oh fuck," Andy hissed through his teeth. "Feels good."
Pete could barely stay upright, so he rested one hand on Andy's slippery, hair-dusted chest while the other began a crude wanking motion. He could barely wrap his fingers around the massive girth, but he had never backed down from a job - even a hand job.
By this point Kirin could barely keep the camera still, his own rigid handful demanding his full attention, sapping any blood he had ever in the rest of his body. He bit his lip bloody, turning from taking photos to filming a video with what was left of his battery, leaving the phone on the landing and hoping it wouldn't crash and alert Pete to his presence.
"Live dangerously," he muttered to himself as he began masturbating at full frenzy, the shower from Adam and the shower of salty sweat and semen from Andy and Pete drowning him out.
"So hot," he muttered, "gotta get naked," he muttered again as he took off his shirt, letting his caramel skin breathe with each step toward the railing. He turned the camera around briefly to get a killer shot of his "o" face, his thick, long dong pulsating against the cool wooden surface, before letting out a throaty groan at his first moans of release.
Pete nearly turned to hear the noise, so a panicked Andy yanked him forward, their flesh swords on top of each other, his tongue down Pete's throat, a cummy middle finger poking at Pete's hairy entrance.
"UGGGGGGGG......" Pete rasped into Andy's massive shoulder as he washed the ripped body in wave after wave of life-giving seed.
"Good lad," Andy encouraged, speeding up his finger fuck to wring the last few volleys from Pete. "My turn now."
Pete nodded, giving Andy one last painful tug, never breaking eye contact.
Andy kissed him hard, their bodies glued together to prevent Pete nearly being knocked over by the force of the Sugden-sized load decorating Pete's thighs and belly and still-spurting penis.
Pete was panting and lost - much like Kirin above him - while Andy looked like he was ready for another round.
"Best in ages, mate," Pete grinned with tired eyes, accepting Andy's kiss on the side of the head. "Proper friend you are."
"Always glad to help," Andy replied, sliding his fingers out and slapping Pete's arse while he did so, liking how it shook in his big hand.
Adam chose THAT time to finish the longest shower ever, leading a legless Kirin to scamper with phones and clothes, and Andy and Pete to barely manage to put their pants on before the bedroom door opened.
"Anybody seen Kirin?" Adam said, hairy chest dripping wet from the shower, a tiny towel barely held together around his waist. "Got my phone."
Andy smirked.
"We ain't seen 'im. Sorry."
Adam looked confused, as he usually did, and began wandering the farmhouse.
Kirin, meanwhile, was busy transferring the naughty photos Adam had sent to Aaron to his own phone, for...future enjoyment.
"There ya are, lad!"
He nearly dropped both phones at the booming voice...and the sight of near-naked Adam with hands on hips.
"Sorry. Exploring this place."
He got an idea.
"Oh. Forgot. Here's your phone....catch!"
He tossed it over Adam's head, ensuring the barely-dressed Barton would have to jump to catch.
Jump he did - and he lost his towel in the process, revealing surprisingly effusive bush doing nothing to hide a gorgeous uncut cock, fat and firm, just the perfect length to tease Kirin's prostate, gag reflex, and any other eager body parts. Big balls too. Kirin imagined them over his mouth and nose as he feasted on Adam's hot hairy hole.
Maybe next time.
Kirin got a few more dick snaps - and some of his hairy, virgin hole as he bent over - before muttering a, "Ya tried, lad," in a shouting Adam's ear and walking to his car.
As he drove off, he noticed Andy giving him a thumbs up from the fields.