Farmer Boys
Nothing's hotter than sweaty, dirty farm boys working in the hot sun all day. They eat good, work hard, sleep well, look fuckin hot, and smell like men! Here's a story based on time I spent on a farm. Love hearing from y'all - hit me up at ripeworkingman@protonmail.com
Dave was working on his uncle's farm for the summer. His mom and dad were struggling with bills, so his Uncle Joe offered to take him in so he was able to make a little money on top of having three square meals a day and a roof over his head. It was tough, but Dave liked working his young body hard. He got up before sunrise every morning, ate breakfast, and got to work. He tended to the plants and animals, took a break during the heat of the day for lunch, then finished up before sunset. He'd eat dinner every night with his uncle and another guy who worked on the farm, Quint.
Quint was a young blond man, just a few years older than Dave. He had scrappy facial hair marking his chin and upper lip. Dave and Quint shared the attic room above the barn. It got so hot up there at night that both guys slept naked, covering themselves with only a thin sheet if anything. Often, Dave would wake up before Quint and catch him sporting serious morning wood. Sometimes his thick cock would even be dripping pre-cum from whatever he was dreaming about. Dave tried to act casual, but he had a huge crush on Quint. Whenever he could, he'd duck off somewhere private to jerk off. It was tough to find time and privacy, between the work he had to do and living in such tight quarters with the dude who turned him on so much, so sometimes he'd go a day or two without nutting. For a teenage boy his age, that was pretty close to torture.
This morning, Dave was hornier than he could remember ever being. He woke up to the rooster crowing as the first glint of sunlight was about to peek through the barn's wooden walls. Quint could sleep through anything, and he joked with Dave that he'd have to wake him up or he'd sleep till noon. Dave stretched and got up from his cot and looked over at Quint. He was butt naked with his limbs falling over the edge of his cot. Dave looked at his tufts of blond armpit hair glistening lightly with sweat. Once again, his cock was rock hard, pointing straight towards the wall while his butt stuck out the other side. Dave could smell his musk even from feet away. He walked over towards Quint and inhaled deeply. Man, Quint's scent was intoxicating. He ate all real, healthy food, straight from the source, worked his body to peak shape, rarely showered, and was just a beautiful guy naturally. Dave felt his own dick stiffen.
He touched Quint's shoulder and shook him lightly.
"Hey man, wake up," he said and Quint softly groaned and rolled over. His long, strong arm reached out and clumsily wrapped around Dave's lanky body and pulled him in. Dave fell towards Quint's chest, his face landing in Quint's armpit. He could smell his musky body odor and felt Quint's cock press up against his side.
"Bro, uh..." Dave started, chuckling nervously. Quint came to and saw the position his buddy was in.
"Hahaha, hey bro," Quint said sleepily. "You wanna snuggle or something?"
He pulled Dave on top of him.
"Aw man, what the fuck," Dave said, pretending to be grossed out. "I was just trying to wake you up."
He could smell Quint's sweet, earthy musk. The older boy's big cock pressed against Dave's. They were both rigid.
Quint just smiled at him, then wrapped his hand around Dave's head and pulled him in for a kiss. Dave stopped pretending and went with it, tasting Quint's hot morning breath on his warm tongue. He could feel the boy's soft lips press against his own. Dave could feel his cock dripping pre-cum against Quint's abs. Quint pushed his tongue into Dave's mouth and squeezed him tight, then he farted and busted out laughing.
"Whoa, dude, wha--" Dave said, not sure how to respond. He hopped up and composed himself. "Bro, we gotta get up for work, come on!"
"Looks like you're up alright," Quint said, looking at Dave's cock sticking straight out. "I've seen you checking me out, bro... I think you're pretty cute yourself."
Dave blushed beet red. Quint just winked then hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts laying by his cot. Dave could see his boner pressing his shorts out down his leg.
The guys climbed out of the barn and headed towards the main farmhouse. Quint smiled at his buddy and pulled him close with his strong arm. They walked into the kitchen and found Uncle Joe standing at the stove scrambling eggs. He was wearing only boxer shorts, and Dave examined the course hair creeping up his lower back.
Joe was a stocky man in his 40s, his musculature well built from a lifetime of farm labor and padded with extra beef from his love of good food and cold beer after a long day.
"Howdy boys," the older man said. "Got a lot to get done today, so eat up!"
He scraped the eggs onto a plate and set it on the table. The guys dug in, helping themselves to sausage, eggs, and toast, washed down with orange juice. Joe swigged a mug of coffee and pushed a rippling fart from his big butt.
"Gotta take a dump. See you out there," Joe said, excusing himself and stepping outside.
Dave and Quint finished their breakfast and headed outside themselves. Behind the farmhouse was the shitter - an open air outhouse with nothing but a roof and two holes in a slab of wood covered with old toilet seats. Dave saw his uncle rip a wad of toilet paper from the roll behind him and wipe his ass then pull up his boxers. He walked up to the young men as Dave gazed at his big hairy chest and belly, feeling his cock chub up again.
Dave's uncle nodded at the guys and said, "Alright guys, I'm gonna keep working on the tractor. Hopefully get it back up and running today. Y'all know what to do. See you inside for lunch."
"Yes sir," Quint said, jokingly saluting the man as he walked away. The young blond man headed over to the shitter himself, pulled down his shorts and sat down. Dave followed suit. Out in the country, there's no time for men to have shame about their bodies. It wasn't unusual for these two to take their morning dump at the same time. As Dave sat on the seat next to Quint, his handsome crush grunted and released a big, solid dump, falling heavily to the pile of composting shit in the hole dug below. Dave did the same and sighed.
"Nothing like a good morning shit, huh?" Quint said, looking over at Dave and winking. Dave chuckled and nodded. Quint took some toilet paper and wiped his ass and tossed the wad down the hole. Before it fell, Dave saw it wasn't totally clean, but Quint pulled up his shorts anyway.
"Meet you in the coop, man."
Dave met Quint in the coop and he already had his pants off, jerking his big cock in front of squawking chickens. Dave threw the birds their feed and walked up to his buddy. Quint grinned wickedly and bared his dirty ass in front of Dave.
"Clean my shitter, Dave. I know you want to."
The twinkle in his eyes dared the younger guy to say otherwise, but of course he didn't. Dave dutifully got on his knees and gazed up into Quint's butt. His cheeks were mostly smooth, save light blond hairs, but his crack was furry as fuck. He could tell it was a jungle in there.
"Spread my cheeks and sniff my shithole!" Quint said forcefully.
Dave did as he was told. He reached out and placed his hands on Quint's butt cheeks, feeling the firm plump mounds of his young muscle butt. Dave moved his face closer to Quint's ass, and he could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. He was leaking pre-cum.
Dave spread Quint's cheeks apart, watching the mass of furry blond hair bristle against itself then reveal a tight pink little hole. A ring of blond fuzz right around his hole was matted, slicked against his skin with butt grime. Dave pressed his nose towards that perfect butthole and breathed in deep.
Quint's dirty butt smelled raunchy. The stench was strong, but not sharp. More like a rough musk, smoky and sweet. Any shit stink was overpowered by the pure essence of teenage boy musk. Dave knew Quint barely bathed, so his scent was well worked in, deep and earthy. Fuck! This was how guys were supposed to smell. Dave figured he could kneel there all day under Quint's ripe butt, savoring the masculine fumes emanating from his furry trench.
"Hahahahaha," Quint cracked up. "You like how my dirty butt smells, buddy?"
Dave didn't even try to deny it. "Fuck yeah, bro," he said. "You smell fuckin' hot."
Dave reached out his tongue and licked Quint's barely wiped butthole. It was dirty, but Dave was so turned on. Right then, Quint ripped a bassy fart right onto Dave's unsuspecting face. A drop of something wet hit his lip, and Dave licked it instinctually. Quint exploded with laughter, turned around and pulled up his shorts.
"Alright buddy, we gotta get to work!"
Dave stayed horny all day, working closely with his hot friend who smelled like musky heaven.
They took a break midday for a quick lunch, sandwiches Uncle Joe had made and left with a note. He figured out the issue with the tractor and had to drive into town to pick up a part but would hopefully be back before dark. He asked the boys to have dinner ready for him.
Without the boss around, the guys felt a little freer in their duties than usual. Sure, they got the main things done, but maybe not as well as they normally would. They roughhoused the whole day, Quint reveling in the newfound power he had over horny Dave. He made Dave kiss his dirty butthole as they were cleaning the chicken coop. He got Dave in a headlock and rubbed his sweaty armpit on his face as they pulled weeds from the crop fields. When they were done for the day, Uncle Joe still wasn't back. The boys kicked back in the farmhouse and grabbed a six pack from Joe's stash in the cellar so he wouldn't notice any of his beers from the fridge missing.
They were really cutting up, both guys horny as fuck and a little bit tipsy. They stripped naked and bet each other a day's wages to see who could make it the longest without busting a nut. They guys made some burgers with ground beef, homemade sourdough buns Joe had started that morning, mashed potatoes, and spinach. The best part about working on a farm was the good food, with that taste of unprocessed quality you worked for yourself.
Dave and Quint had worked up quite an appetite, and when Uncle Joe still wasn't home in time for dinner, they ate more than their share of dinner, leaving just a little leftover for Uncle Joe. It was almost time for the guys to hit the hay when they heard Joe's truck coming down the gravel drive. His headlights shined into the farmhouse window. Dave and Quint scrambled to get rid of the empty six pack, turn off the loud record they were playing, throw their clothes back on, and figure out what took Joe so long to get back.
Uncle Joe barreled through the front door, and he seemed pissed off.
"Boys, it's been one hell of a day, I'm starving!" he grumbled. "You got some grub ready for me?"
He walked into the kitchen and saw what was left of dinner, looked at the boys sternly, then ate every ounce of the slim pickings left on the counter. Nobody spoke a word till Dave's uncle finished eating.
"Uh, well, we're probably gonna head to bed, sir," Quint said finally.
"Not so fast, boys," Joe responded. He stood up from the table and accidentally kicked an empty beer bottle on the floor by his feet. Dave and Quint winced.
"You boys drinking my beer? Didn't leave enough food for ol' Joe here after a long fucking day?" Joe said gruffly. "Guys, I take care of you well, don't I? Give you a bed, three square meals a day, on top of a little pocket money to earn your keep?"
"Yes sir," the boys said sheepishly, looking at their feet.
"I'm disappointed in you boys. Reckon I gotta teach you a lesson. Quint, get over here."
Joe pushed his chair back a ways from the kitchen table and sat back down. Quint walked up to him, not sure what to expect.
"Pull your pants down, boy. You wanna act like a dumb kid - I'll treat you like one. You're getting a spanking," Joe said, dead serious.
"What??" Quint stammered. "Sir, uh-- I'm too old for that, sir, please!"
"The hell you are!" Joe said. "Buddy, I took you in here so your parents wouldn't send you off to boot camp. I know you got a reputation as a troublemaker back home, and I'm not gonna let you rub off on my nephew here. Now get your shorts down and bend over my lap!"
Quint did as he was told. He wasn't wearing any drawers, so his bare ass stuck out over Joe's lap, his lean, strong body pressed against Joe's blue jeans. Dave watched as the tough, hard working dude he had such a crush on got emasculated in front of him. He caught Quint's eye a couple times as Joe landed his palm hard against his ass cheeks, making his blond peach fuzz stick out against his reddening skin. Quint winced and looked away, face as red as his freshly spanked butt cheeks. Despite himself, Dave was turned on.
Quint got up and walked back over towards Dave. Uncle Joe looked at Dave and sighed.
"Alright, boy, your turn," he said.
Dave nervously headed towards his uncle.
"Get those shorts off, kiddo. You know I don't wanna do this, but you should know better. Your dad's my brother, and I know he's more of a hard ass than I am. He wouldn't stand for me letting anything slide around here, and I'm not going to."
Dave had a boner striving to get out of his tighty whities. He had to figure a way out of this or he was gonna be humiliated in front of Quint and his uncle.
"Uh, sir, I swear, it won't happen again, please don't make me--"
Joe just shook his head. He grabbed Dave's shorts and wrenched them to the ground, revealing his briefs tented out by his hard teenage cock. There was a wet spot at his cock head from pre-cum.
Joe just laughed, then bent his nephew over his knee. Uncle Joe and Quint could both see faint skid marks and sweat stains as Dave's briefs spread tightly over his ass. Dave could feel his hard dick pressing against his uncle's beefy leg. He swatted Dave as many times as he'd spanked Quint. Dave wasn't able to stop himself -- he let out a soft moan. Uncle Joe let the boy get up. He was beet red, and pulled his shorts up, but that did nothing to hide his raging boner.
Uncle Joe looked over at Quint, and they couldn't stop themselves from guffawing. Dave was so embarrassed with the two men cracking up at him. But it did nothing to make his hard-on go down. If anything, he got more turned on. His face was hot and flushed.
Uncle Joe spoke up. "Boys, tomorrow's a new day, and I want us to start fresh. Just do what I tell ya, and this doesn't have to happen again. I know you're good boys, and you both work hard. You're a big help around here, but I can't just let you take my beer and leave me scraps for dinner!"
"Yes sir!" Quint and Dave said in unison.
"Anyway, I don't think a spanking is gonna work for you boys. Seems like Dave gets his rocks off with a man's hand on his little ass!" Dave felt so humiliated!
Quint grinned wide. "Sir, you should see the way he looks at me in the morning. Dave's horny as fuck for some real men like us!" He winked at his boss, and Joe smiled. They both looked over at Dave.
"What? I, uh--" Dave tried to defend, but he knew it was no use. Joe got up, pulled his big arm around Dave, and roughly ruffled his hair.
"Hey buddy, don't worry. You're gonna fit right in around here."
Dave's Uncle Joe kept one arm around his nephew then turned to Quint and locked lips. They swapped spit and Dave could see their tongues touching.
Quint pulled away and winked at Dave. "That's right, bro. You can join in on the fun now. And remember, our bet's still on!"
"You got him in on the ol' bet, huh? Well, how about this," Uncle Joe smiled, all the tension from their earlier punishment fading away. "I'll give you both double wages for a week if you can hold off nutting till I tell you to!"
"I'm in!" Quint said, jumping at the chance for some extra cash.
Dave was more hesitant, mostly because he was already a day or so since jerking off in his cot when Quint was asleep, and he didn't know if his balls could take it! But he accepted the deal. "Alright, fine, you're on!"
"Get to bed, boys," Joe said. "Got another hard day tomorrow. See you for breakfast bright and early."
Horny as he was, Dave was out like a light as soon as his head hit his pillow up in the barn attic with Quint. When he woke up the next morning, Quint was already out of bed, pulling on his shorts.
"See you at breakfast, bro," Quint said then climbed down the ladder. Dave yawned, got dressed, and got into the farmhouse kitchen not long after Quint. Uncle Joe was sipping a mug of coffee, and breakfast was already on the table -- omelettes with cheese, fresh greens, and hash browns.
Joe was wearing nothing but a pair of threadbare white briefs. His bulge sat heavily on the seat of his chair as his beefy hairy belly hung over his lap. Uncle Joe reached his arm up to scratch his head and Dave got a good luck at his thick armpit hair. He just knew his uncle smelled fuckin' good, like a real hairy farmer should. His big pecs were covered with curled black hair, longer right around his big nipples, once pink but browned in the summer sun. Dave felt like his boner must have never went down since the night before.
The guys dug in, no one mentioning the events of the night before. Like usual, Joe ripped a long, loud fart, then said, "It's that time boys. Gonna take a dump. See you out there."
Dave and Quint weren't far behind. This time, Quint and Joe sat next to each other on the shitter with Dave standing a little away. They looked at each other then at Dave.
"Hey Dave, come get on your knees in front of your old uncle," Joe said, smiling.
He didn't have to ask twice. Dave got right in front of his beefy uncle on the pot and got a good look. He saw the skid marks in the man's dirty briefs around his ankles. He could see the man's chubby cock hanging over the seat. Joe started pissing, letting a stream of yellow pee hit Dave in the chest. Shortly after, he groaned and Dave heard the tell-tale sounds of a log squeezing out of his asshole. As Joe's piss stream trickled, Dave wrapped his lips around his uncle's thick cock. It got hard in his mouth and Dave sucked on his dick head. He could smell his uncle's dump dropping into the pile of shit below.
Quint just stared, his mouth open in a horned up smile.
"Fuck bro, that's hot!" the older teen said. "Get over here on my dick!"
Dave shifted over and put Quint's already rock hard prick in his mouth. Even with a boner, Quint started pissing and Dave swallowed every drop. As Uncle Joe grabbed the roll of TP and took a wad to wipe his ass, Quint released his own heavy dump with his cock still getting sucked by the younger teen. Dave could smell Quint's shit smell mixing with his uncle's, and he thought he should be more surprised how turned on it made him. But he was a country boy, after all, and he knew the effect man smells had on him.
Uncle Joe had given his ass a couple good wipes, but that wasn't gonna cut it today.
"Alright, kiddo... Clean your Uncle Joe's dirty ass!"
Joe pushed himself forward over the shitter till his big cheeks hung off the edge. He pulled his muscular legs up so his hairy cheeks spread. Dave pushed his face into his uncle's ass and sniffed deep. He was dirty, alright. Freshly wiped, but pungent with days worth of farmer stink. His ass smelled like a real raunchy hard working man. Dave stuck his tongue out and started licking all over. He covered every inch of Joe's crack and got him spit shined clean.
Joe moaned while he got his dirty ass ate, enjoying the feeling of his nephew's mouth on his shithole. Every now and then, he'd say something like "that's right, boy!" or "fuck yeah, clean that dirty butt!"
Dave pulled his shorts down so his hard cock could breathe. He started jerking off with his face buried in Uncle Joe's huge, furry bear butt, but Quint tried to stop him.
"Hey bro, stop stroking or you're gonna cum! We gotta get that extra pay, dude!"
Dave unclenched his fist from his dick, dripping clear wet ooze from his little slit.
"Anyway," Quint continued. "Now you gotta clean my dirty dumper!"
Quint hadn't bothered to wipe, and he had let out a big solid log. Dirty Dave didn't mind a bit, and dug in. He lapped that butthole till it was sparkling. When he was done with the guys in front of him, their asses were crystal clean, but Dave's face reeked of rank, ripe man butt stench.
"Ahhhh," Quint sighed. "Feels good to have an ass wipe on duty!"
Dave was so horny. His cock was rock hard, dripping, with two of the hottest guys he'd ever known hanging their butts in front of him. He could smell their musk on his mouth and all over his face. He could taste their sweat and shit on his tongue. Now, he had to take his morning dump!
The three guys had a long, hard day ahead of them before they all got to take Sunday off, only doing what they had to. Dave had no idea what kind of filthy pleasures awaited him -- but he knew he was gonna love the rest of the summer.
To be continued...