Loft Lust By: Arleigh Pearson
Dawane came to work for us fresh out of the 101st Airborne. He still had a close-cropped haircut and a body in perfect condition for jumping out of airplanes. I remember I was just nineteen at the time and admired him greatly. He was generally referred to around town as the Pearson's hired hand, but it wasn't his hand that I wanted to hire. It was what he had dangling between his legs.
He was flat broke when he turned up in Fullerstown. He'd made a bundle in the Army playing poker, he told me later, but he blew it all in less than a week of living it up in New York after he got out. He had been hitching rides with truckers cross country, but I gathered they were pretty rough on him. Here in Fullerstown, he decided to get a farm job for the summer and save up for some wheels of his own to drive the rest of the way to California, which he talked of constantly as the land of milk and honey.
Mom wanted him to live in the house with the family, but he said he preferred a place of his own in the barn. He'd been in a barracks with 50 guys for the past three years and just wanted some peace and quiet. I helped him fix up a place in a corner of the hay loft, using some old furniture stored away in the attic. It wasn't exactly the Waldorf but Dawane seemed to like it.
His last name sounded German and he had sort of a German look about him, white-blond hair and eyebrows, enormous arms and a chest like a golden bear. He never wore shirts when working, but he didn't have a deep tan. I guess he just didn't have the right kind of skin. All he wore around the farm were jeans and work boots. He was such a steady worker, even my old man was satisfied.
While we were working together, if my old man wasn't around, Dawane would tell me what it was like in the airborne and the places he saw and the women he fucked. Only when he talked about the women, I had the feeling he was making alot of it up. I don't know when I first got the idea that he was gay, all I know is the more he talked about women, the more convinced I became that the big cock bulging inside his jeans was available, if I played my cards right.
We'd had a hired hand a few months earlier who took a great liking to my cock and introduced me to gay sex. At first he just sucked me off a couple times a day. Then he got me to do him and by the end of the summer we had progressed to the point where I was fucking himregularly and I'd let him fuck me as well.
My opportunity with Dawane occured one evening when I happened to climb up to the loft after supper andn saw him bare-ass naked, sprawled on his bed, playing with a hard-on that wouldn't be out of place on a plow horse. He was the most gorgeous creature imaginable.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked, knowing very well. In fact, at the sight of his arousal, I'd sprung a hard-on of my own.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" he said, not as startled by my appearence as I expected. "I'm going out of my mind. I never hurt so bad in my life, I got no money to get laid and even if I had the money there's no one around here to plug it into."
"Would you like me to suck it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said." He knew perfectly well what I meant, but hesitated.
"Are you sure you know what your asking for?" he asked. "Have you done it before?"
"Lots of times," I said. "The fellow who worked here before you came used to do me all the time and taught me how to do him."
"You like to get sucked?" he asked, standing up and gently massaging his huge throbbing cock. "Lets see what you've got."
"Not bad," he said, when I pulled off my jeans. "Not bad at all. And to think its been here all the time."
I joined him on the bed and I began to work on his monster prick. It was so big I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get the head in my mouth. I licked the precum off the velvety smooth top knob and worked all around the edges with my tongue, before actually taking it in. Once inside, it seemed to grow even larger and in a very short time I felt wad after wad of hot cream hitting the back of my throat.
As soon as he stopped spasming, he knelt down in front of me and I discovered what I'd suspected was true. He had done this before-alot. He was a much better cocksucker than our former hired hand and a real artist at setting me on fire. He had no trouble taking my big cock all the way to the root.
The sensation was fantastic, hot and moist with an agile tongue that seemed to know all the most sensitive places. At the same time, his big hands were fondling my balls and caressing by butt and thighs.
A little later, when a huge finger found its way up my ass and he saw that I didn't object, he really began to make love to my hard cock. I'd never had anything like that happen to me and when I came it was like an irrigation pipe. I was gushing out cum like there was no tomorrow.
"Holy cow," he said, when my climax finally calmed down. "You're a real sex maniac."
"It takes one to know one," I said. I could hardly help but notice that he was hard again and his cock looked even bigger than when I first sucked it. "Are you going to fuck me?"
"I'm pretty big," he said. "I'll have to take it easy."
He had me bend over the edge of his bed while he braced his hot lips on my burning asshole. I wanted to feel his monster cock inside me but at the same time I was a little scared that he'd rip me apart, his dick was so big and so hard. His tongue plunged in and I pushed my ass back into his handsome face. His tongue was followed by one huge finger and then another, stretching my tender hole. When he found my prostate and began brushing it, i sprung another huge erection.
He placed his ramrod at my hole and pushed inside. It was incred- ible! Every muscle in my body seemed to squeeze his fat rod as he slowly worked it in and out of my hole. I began pushing my ass back toward him, begging for more.
He plowed my young butt like a bull in heat, his hands stroking up and down my cock. After I got used to the size of his dick I entered another world. His hard, strong body pumped and worked above me andhis face tensed as he neared his climax.
"Aw, fuck, man. You're too fuckin' hot."
As he spoke I began jacking on my prick harder and faster. It didn't take long before we were both shooting our loads. He fell onto me, his sweaty body pressing tightly against mine. Finally, he spoke. "You really like it, don't you? I do too! This is gonna be one helluva terrific summer."
He was right.