This is a fictional story involving sexual relations between two males. If you are under the legal age of consent to read such material, or if you are offended by the subject matter, then DO NOT READ any further. This is a Fictional story and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental.
Rick's Barn Chapter 1
Rick lifted the Mason jar to his lips and took another sip of the homemade brew. It burned a bit as he swallowed it down, but a warm feeling in his belly soon followed it. He knew the feeling would spread out from his belly to the rest of his body.
"You sure you don't want another drink," Rick asked his best friend Pete.
"No, thanks man," Pete replied.
The two sat on a couple of bails of straw in Rick's barn. The air filled with the scent of hay, horses and old leather. Rick could also smell the scent of man sweat under the other smells. He and Pete had worked up quite a bit of sweat stacking the 125 bails of hay in the loft a little earlier.
"My cousin Luke is coming in and I need to have at least a partially clear head. I haven't seen him for 5 or 6 years, so got to give him a good impression."
"Is he that much of a goodie tooshues?"
"Well, he was cool when we were younger, but like I said, I haven't seen him in several years. He might be a good boy now."
"Was he a bad boy before?"
Rick lifted the jar again and took another drink. His bicep flexing as he lifted to drink from the jar.
"Um, not really. I mean he wasn't a tattle tail or anything and we had fun together."
Pete got a smile on his face as he remembered some of the things he and Luke did when they were younger. His mind drifted back as he began recounting the story to Rick.
"This one time, Luke and I snuck into his Dad's den..."
"Den? Who the fuck has a den?" Rick interrupted.
"Well, Luke's folks have good jobs and a pretty nice place."
"So he's a little rich boy?"
"Um, not really rich, but fairly well off."
"Oh, well what did the two of you do in the quote den quote?" Rick asked.
"Well, we opened up the liquor cabinet and each got a bottle of some sort of booze. I don't remember what it was. I don't think either of us even new the difference between one or the other. We were like 9 or 10. Then we found these cigars. We each smoked a cigar and drunk the booze while watching some sort of movie on the TV they had in the den. We drunk and smoked so much that by the end of the movie we were both puking our guts up. Damn but his Dad was pissed when he saw the opened booze and the two or three cigars we smoked. I guess the cigars were imported or something."
"Sounds like he's a fucking little rich boy. Hope he isn't all stuck up."
"Nah, he is cool. We have talked on the phone a few times the past month and he seems as cool as ever."
"So what is bringing the city boy out here to farm country?"
"Um, well, not sure. He has only told me that his Dad thinks it will be good for him to get away from the city for a while. He said something about needing a change or something."
"Well, I am sure he will find this town different than his fancy city home. You going to bring him by the barn sometime?"
"Yeah, of course. Maybe he will be able to even drink the shit," Pete indicated the Mason jar that was sitting between Rick's spread legs.
"Oh, you mean this?"
Rick moved the Jar and gripped his crotch. He massaged the basket in his overalls and looked into Pete's eyes.
"Not that man, the stuff in the jar."
"He might like this better."
Rick massaged his basket feeling his equipment slowly begin to grow. His cock beginning to thicken as it grew inside the loose fitting overalls.
"Shit man, I don't think he is into that. He has talked about girls and stuff when we spoke on the phone."
Well, you never know. With the right encouragement."
Pete licked his lips as Rick continued to play with his crotch through the fabric of his loose fitting bib overalls. Rick felt his own cock responding inside his jeans. He knew that if he didn't change the subject he would be sporting a boner in only moments.
"Anyway, that is only one of the crazy things we did. There was other stuff."
"Well, at least he isn't maybe as big a wuss as I first thought."
"You will like him if he is still the same as he was."
Rick's penis was half hard and easily visible as it pushed out the front of the overalls. The fabric seemed to be more faded where the cock lay inside the fabric than the rest of the overalls. It was as if, Rick often rubbed that area with his hand. In fact, that was exactly why that area was more worn than the other sections of the fabric.
"Um, well, I had better get going," Pete, said.
"Want one last drink for the rode?" Rick asked offering the jar to Pete.
"Sure," Pete answered.
Pete took the jar from Rick and lifted up to his lips. He took a long swallow of the liquid and lit the stuff slide down his throat. He was use to the way the stuff burned as it slid down and the tingling it caused in his stomach.
"Man, I think that stuff is a little stronger than the last batch."
"Nah, you just aint use to it. You need to come by more often."
"Yeah, maybe."
Rick watched Pete stand up. He checked out how the jeans clung to Pete's body. The material clung to the sweaty crotch and strong muscular legs. When Pete turned around, Rick noticed that Pete's ass looked great. The jeans clung to those firm round melons.
Rick's cock grew a bit more as he looked over his friend's body. His dick growing longer and snaking down the leg of his overalls.
Pete had removed his shirt earlier and he now picked it up from the nail it had been hanging on. Rick watched as Pete pulled the shirt over his head. The other guy had a smooth chest; flat belly and a treasure trail that led from his belly button down into his pants. Pete's red nipples stood out from his fair chest. The red brown of the areolas set off by the light complexion of Pete's chest.
Rick licked his lips as he watched Pete's muscles flex. He looked at the damp armpit hair as Pete pulled the shirt on over his head. His arms flexing as he pulled the shirt into place.
Rick got to his feet and moved over to his pal. He stood about two inches taller than Pete and his dark complexion stood out more when he put his arm around Pete's shoulders.
"Don't worry buddy, I will be nice to your cousin. We will show him a good time. Bring him by and I will even dig out a really good batch of this brew."
Rick held the jar up and took one more swig from it.
"It will put hair on his chest."
"Hell, he might already have hair on his chest," Pete said.
Pete's body seemed to be tingling. His senses filled with the closeness of Rick and the smell of his buddy. Pete wasn't sure if it was the shit they had been drinking or something else, but he was getting a funny feeling and knew he had better get going.
"I'll bring him by Friday or Saturday," Pete said moving to the barn door.
"Sounds good to me."
Pete slid the door back on its track and stepped out into the early evening light. The breeze felt cool against his hot and sweaty skin.
Rick watched Pete's butt flex as the guy walked to his car. He got in and started the engine. Then he drove down the gravel drive and pulled onto the oiled road.
Rick reached down and rubbed his package as he watched Pete drive off. He was feeling horny as he always did after drinking the homemade brew.
Rick pulled the door closed and then walked across the barn to the ladder leading to the loft. He quickly scaled the ladder and soon stood on the hay-strewn floor of the loft.
Rick walked to the far end of the loft on the opposite side from where he and Pete had stacked the hay earlier that day. There was a narrow passage between the bails and the barn wall. Rick moved down the passage and stepped into a small open area that had been made by how the bails had been stacked.
No one could see that Rick was there and Rick would here anyone coming long before they found him back there. The small area was pitch dark, but Rick knew exactly where everything was. He reached up and turned on a battery-powered lantern. It cast more than enough light for Rick to see in the small area.
Rick moved one of the hay bails away from the rest and pulled a cardboard box out from the hiding space. He pulled the lid off the box and took out the top magazine. The cover was showing a guy smiling, shirtless and with a ripped body.
Rick unhooked the straps of the bib overalls and let the loose fitting things slide down his body. He was naked under the overalls and he dropped down onto a sleeping bag that he had put on the floor. His overalls bunched around his feet as he opened the magazine.
Rick's stiff rod pointed up from his curly brown pubes. His cock was thick and growing harder as he looked at the pictures in the magazine. He liked the hot looking guys. He liked how one guy touched the other as they showed the progression of the man on man action from one picture to the next.
Rick gripped his cock with one hand and began to stroke himself as he flipped pages. One studly guy was looking better than the one before.
Rick came to the fictional story he had been reading the day before. He had not made it all the way through the story before he had blown a huge load all over himself.
He scanned through the columns until he found where he had left off. He began to read while playing with his tool. His eyes scanning the words and his hand gliding up and down his rock hard penis.
Rick could imagine it was he and Pete doing the things in the story. He could picture Pete's naked body. The fair skinned sexy stud. His rock hard cock jutted out from a thick patch of curly brown pubes. The dick would be rock hard and just waiting for Rick to put his mouth around it.
Rick put his lips around Pete and began to suck that stiff member. Rick could taste the salty sweat of Pete's crotch and the tangy man juice as it began to leak out of the cock head.
Pete moaned with the pleasure of Rick's mouth. Rick's tongue moved back and forth through the piss slit. Rick's fingers massaged Pete's cum filled balls that hung down in a loose sack. The sack had a light covering of hair.
Rick's mouth slid up and down Pete's erect member. His lips were stroking the sensitive organ and his tongue lubing the dick up with his spit.
In his head, Rick could here Pete's moans of pleasure. He could even hear the words Pete would say.
"Oh yes, oh Rick! Suck me man. Suck my dick buddy."
Rick would do just what Pete wanted he would suck up and down that hard cock. His mouth was giving his friend all sorts of hot waves of pleasure.
Rick could feel Pete's fingers in his dark brown hair. He could feel Pete pulling his head up and down his dick. Rick's mouth sucking Pete's manhood and Rick's fingers massaging Pete's big cum filled balls.
Rick's fist pumped faster up and down his hard cock. His pre cum was flowing from the head and leaking down onto the sleeping bag that Rick was sitting a top.
Rick continued to read the story. His mind inserted his and Pete's names in place of the fictional ones in the story.
Looking up Pete's hot body, Rick watched as Pete pinched the erect nipples. Pete's fingers pinching and twisting his own erect nipples. Rick's hands moved from Pete's balls to reach behind the sexy stud and grab the firm well-muscled orbs of Pete's ass. Rick's fingers dug into the meaty globes and massaged them. His fingers were sliding up and down Pete's crack. " Oh shit yes Rick. Yes buddy suck me man. Suck me. I have wanted your mouth for so long. I have wanted to be blown by your mouth for years."
Rick stroked harder. He squeezed his cock tighter as he saw in his minds eye his mouth sucking and his fingers finding Pete's tight little hole and teasing it.
Rick's finger ran across Pete's virgin hole. The tip of his finger pressed against that tight pucker and began to work its way inside of Pete.
"Oh Gawd Rick. Oh Man that feels good."
Rick pushed his finger in deeper and deeper. It felt like Pete's ass was opening up and pulling at his finger. Pete's hole was accepting his finger inside.
"Oh Rick. Oh yes, suck me and finger my ass. Oh yes that feels good man. You fucking know how to work my hole and cock."
Rick pushed a second finger inside to join his first. Then a third finger joined the other two. Pete's tight hole squeezed and flexed around the invading digits.
Rick pulled off of Pete's cock and looked up at his buddy. His lips and chin wet with spit.
"Now it is your turn pal. It is your turn to give me head."
Rick stood up and placed a hand on Pete's shoulder pushing the other guy down to his knees. Rick's cock was only inches from Pete's face.
"I can't wait to suck you Rick."
Pete gripped Rick's member and pulled it into his mouth. Pete swallowed Rick down to the base and sucked every inch of Rick's sizable tool into his mouth and throat.
Rick's balls were pressed firmly against Pete's chin as the guy deep throated Rick's cock. Pete's nose was buried in Rick's thick thatch of brown pubes as he inhaled the musky scent of his friend.
"Oh fuck yeah Pete. That is it man. I knew you would be good at this. I knew those red lips of yours were made for cock sucking. Go on man suck me suck me!"
Pete did just that sliding his lips up and down Rick's tool. His hungry mouth devouring Rick. His throat was stroking Rick. His hands gripping firmly to Rick's muscular thighs and feeling the hair against his palms as he sucked the sexy guy.
Faster and with more desire, Pete's mouth slid up and down the male organ. His lips stroking and his tongue licking. Pete's tongue tasted the hot man juice that had begun to leak from the head of Rick's cock. It coated his tongue and trickled down his throat.
"Yeah, I bet you like the taste of the cock and that pre cum leaking out of it. I bet you are going to be craving my dick all of the time now. I will let you suck me whenever you want. I'll let you put your lips around me and drink my juice down your throat and into you belly."
Rick could feel his balls pulling up. He could feel that familiar sensation that told him he was on the edge of blowing his load.
"Here it comes Pete. Here comes my load."
Rick's cock convulsed sending hot white man seed up into the air. The hot juice firing high and landing on his smooth tan chest and belly.
"Ohohohohoh, ahahahahahaha," he cried in the quiet of the barn.
Six ropes of white cum shot from his cock and landed on his body. His tan skin setting off the white liquid as it slid over his muscular chest and belly.
"Oh fuck Pete," Rick moaned with his eyes closed.
The magazine had dropped from his hand and lay there beside him. His other hand was still tightly gripping his cock.
Rick released his cock and brought his cum covered fingers to his mouth. He licked and sucked the cum off of them. Then he scooped up the cum from his chest and belly and drunk it down. The whole time he was thinking of Pete and wishing it was Pete sucking the cum from his body.
After cleaning most of the cum from his skin, Rick pulled the overalls up and lay back on the sleeping bag. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. His mind still filled with images of hot studly men fucking and sucking each other.
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