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Summer Back on the Farm
I grew up on a farm, despising the first eighteen years of my life with every fiber of my being. It had nothing to do with my family, nor was it the locals or the scenery or the work. It was just I didn't fit into the small farming community into which I was born. Music, clothes, politics, books, you name it, and I cut totally against the grain. And didn't make a point of keeping my mouth shut, either. I was Galen, the city kid who by some cosmic mix-up was born into a family of hay farmers that went way back. Because I excelled at sports-the measure of the value of a boy in a small town-the locals put up with my eccentricity and occasional outbursts. Actually, many grew to enjoy my bellyaching. But I was smart enough to keep one secret. I had realized early in my life that I was gay, and also realized that no matter how popular I was or how good of an athlete I was, a homosexual would not be tolerated in my hometown. Anxiously, I counted down the years, and then the days, until I finished high school. Getting away to college was my only escape.
And what an escape it had been. I found other people who thought the way I did, read the same books I did and dressed like I did. A lot of people, in fact. Quickly, I became very comfortable in my new environment. Even more comfortable, when late one fall afternoon in the restroom of the physics building, I had sex with another guy for the first time. I'd slept with a few girls in high school, maintaining my image, but not even in my wildest dreams had I imagined how incredible sex would be with another guy. At college, I became a new person, the person I was meant to be, only stepping back into my old persona when I went back home to visit my family. My hometown was actually palatable on these trips because I knew I'd be leaving in only a few short days.
That was until I had to go back to my hometown for the entire summer between my sophomore and junior years. My summer job had fallen through at the last minute, leaving me with no money and nowhere to stay. On hearing the news, my uncle offered me work on his farm. Not having any alternative, I accepted the offer gratefully. I tried to look at the bright side, the mindlessness of the tasks would be a pleasant change from the academic rigors of college, and the hard work would allow me to firm up my six-foot-two, 175 pound frame. Unfortunately, I reminded myself, my right hand would get a good workout, too. I prayed the summer would pass quickly.
On returning home, I found I wasn't my uncle's only summer worker. He'd also hired an eighteen-year-old named Mark, who'd just graduated from high school. I'd known Mark when he was much younger. He had lived down the road from my family. His dog, Duke, was constantly getting loose and hanging around our place. Mark would eventually retrieve him, but not before they'd both stayed long past their welcome. Looking back, I guess Mark was just lonely, but he made himself such a nuisance. Mark's family moved away about the time I started high school, and I had never seen him again, until that first day of working for my uncle.
Mark's family had returned the previous summer. Duke had gone on to doggie heaven, and Mark had sprouted into a good-looking young man. With curly dark hair and mischievous brown eyes, Mark was now about five-foot-ten and 150 raw-boned pounds. The impish smile was still there, I saw, as we shook hands. I felt my dick twitch in my pants. It was going to be a long summer.
The first few days had gone by uneventfully. I was doing some much needed repair work on an old barn, while Mark was off mending fence. Except for when we arrived at sun-up, we hardly saw each other, which was fine with me. It was hard enough keeping my mind on my work when I was by myself. It had hardly been a week since I'd last fucked the shit out of Ross. One last magnum opus before we went our separate ways for the summer, but it felt like a lifetime since that wild night in his dorm room. Ross was one hot dude, but he had nothing on Mark.
It was late one afternoon, and I'd finally finished repairs on the metal roof. The work had been miserable, made even more so by the blazing hot sun. After putting away the tools, I helped myself to a beer from my ice chest, quickly drained the can, and then ambled across the pasture and through the woods to the pond. Secreted away in a thick copse of woods, it was a perfect swimming hole, deep and fed by several springs that kept the water cool and fresh. I'd spent many a summer day as a youth playing in that pond.
'Old habits are hard to break,' my father always said when my mother would chastise him for something he did that annoyed her. He was right, of course. Years of hunting as a youth had trained me to move quietly through the woods, and I found myself easing into my stealthy gait almost unknowingly. As the pond came into view through the trees, I could see someone else was there. This was surprising, as the pond was secluded in the middle of my uncle's farm, with no road leading to it, and no homes within a mile. Carefully, I crept up on the lone figure. Moving closer, I could discern no movement. The person was lying in the grass next to the pond. As I moved closer still, I could tell it was Mark; his white cowboy hat and boots were lying on the ground next to him.
I had nothing against a guy taking a break to cool off, but Mark was sleeping. Sleeping on the job, and that wasn't right. Here I'd been toiling away in the mid-day sun while he was taking a nap. And we both got paid by the hour. Growing angrier at each step, I crept up next to him. The jerk never even stirred. He was lying on his back, wearing only his jeans, his hair still damp from his swim. I decided to teach him a lesson.
Quietly unbuttoning the fly of my Levi's-I just couldn't bring myself to wear Wranglers like everyone else in my hometown-I pulled out my dick and cut loose, walking the stream within an inch of his head. The thundering sound of my piss hitting the grass next to his ear and the droplets splattering into his face had Mark jumping up in a fraction of a second.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, wiping his face, as I finished taking a leak.
I just laughed at him. He was blinking his eyes, adjusting them to the bright sunlight, but I could still see the direction of his gaze. Those big brown eyes were glued to my crotch. Hanging a good six inches soft, my cock always attracted a lot of attention.
"No lyin' down on the job, Mark," I said seriously, shaking off the last few drops, and then tucking my dick back into my jeans and buttoning the fly.
"Jesus, Galen," he said excitedly, fumbling with his belt buckle, "you could have ... um ... just said something. I mean ... shit."
I'd grown accustomed to guys checking out my dick. Hell, I sized up other guys, too. But there was something different about the furtive glances Mark was still directing at my basket. His eyes were more hungry than shocked; more interested than just curious. I'd seen that look before, and I knew what it meant. It was time to see just how far Mark was willing to go.
"Gimme your belt," I commanded, holding out my hand.
"What do you...?" he asked, clearly puzzled.
"Look, if you don't want my uncle to find out about this, you'll do what I say," I said taking a step forward, "But you're still gonna learn a lesson."
"Huh?" he asked dazedly, as I ripped the unbuckled belt from his waist.
It was a nice thick leather belt, with a gaudy cowboy-style belt buckle. God, I hated those things. But the belt would do nicely. I folded it in half, getting a feel for it. Yes, it would do nicely.
"Now turn 'round and drop yer drawers, Mark," I said, slipping into my hick lingo, while removing the belt buckle and tossing it beside his chambray work shirt, cowboy hat and boots.
"Shit, Galen," he said, starting to panic, "This ain't funny. Okay. I get your point."
"No," I said forcefully, "I don't think you do. Now, drop yer pants before ya make me rip 'em off."
"Okay, okay," he mumbled, turning his back to me, and pushing down his Wranglers and his briefs, "Shit! This isn't funny. What are you gonna do?"
"What'd'ya think, dumbfuck?" I said, grabbing his left hip and pushing his shoulders forward, forcing him to bend over.
"Please, Galen," he pleaded, "Don't."
The kid had a nice ass, firm, tight, well rounded, and flawlessly smooth. Mark had a classic farmer tan, too, dark brown arms and chest, but pale white below the waist. All the better to show the marks, I thought, as I brought the belt down hard across his tender asscheeks.
"Oh, fuck!" he yelled, his body shuddering.
But he didn't move or struggle to get away. That was a positive sign. I started raining blows down on him, my left hand steadying him as he quaked beneath my onslaught.
"Galen ... please ... yer ... fuckin' ... hurtin' me," he hissed between blows.
But I didn't let up, his ass turning from pale white to a glowing pink to a burning crimson, as I rained a flurry of blows upon his backside. And he just took it, his words becoming less and less intelligible as the count passed twenty. Sure, I had no doubt it was hurting the hell out of him, but Mark had that coming for sleeping on the job. Besides, it felt a lot better swinging a strap of leather at a cute piece of ass than a hammer at a sheet metal roof. After forty, I decided he'd had enough. It was time to find out what Mark really was.
I tossed the leather strap onto the pile of his clothing, and then jerked him upright by the shoulders and spun him about. Tears were streaming down his ruddy cheeks, flushed with pain and embarrassment. His hands were clasped in front of his groin, trying to cover his hard- on. His dick betrayed him. It was all I needed to know.
When I let go of him, he tumbled to the ground in a heap. A plump six- inch prick bouncing up against his belly as his arms flew out to break his fall. Laughing at his predicament, I dropped to one knee next to him and quickly pulled off his jeans and underwear. Realizing what I was doing, he started kicking at me, and reaching down to pull up his pants, but too late.
"What'd ya do that for?" he sniffled with alarm, struggling to get up, his tumescent prick leaving a glittering trail of dew drops across his washboard belly.
Tossing aside his pants, I fell onto Mark, knocking the wind out of him. Caught off guard and gasping for breath, Mark was helpless as I rolled him onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto his hands and knees. I hadn't wrestled since junior high school, but I still remembered the moves. Mark trembled beneath me, and then started to crawl away. With my left hand, I grabbed a handful of his curly hair and jerked his head back roughly.
"Owww! Fuck!" he screamed, ceasing to struggle against me, but I kept a handful of his locks twisted between my fingers just to be sure.
I trailed my right hand down his spine, a trail of gooseflesh spreading across his back in its wake. As my hand neared his ass, I could feel the heat being given off by his battered buttcheeks. Letting my fingers trail gently down the perfect cleft between those two rosy globes, I could sense Mark's ass wiggle imperceptibly, his asshole seeking something hard and penetrating. He probably wasn't even aware of it. Once again, his body betrayed him.
"S-s-shit, Galen," he stuttered, scared now, "Just l-l-let me go. I w- w-won't do it again."
"Of course you won't," I said, bringing my fingers up to my mouth and spitting generously onto them, "I'm gonna be keeping a real close eye on you, Mark. Real close."
Then I jammed my right index finger up to the webbing in his asshole.
"FUCKKK!" he screamed.
Sure, it probably was uncomfortable, but the asshole my knuckles crashed through had seen some use. Of that, I was sure. Still, his whole body stiffened, and I felt his sphincter knotting itself around my finger as I began twisting it around inside of him. He may not have been a virgin, but he was definitely low mileage.
"You disappoint me, Mark," I said, mocking him, "Feels like the whole damn football team's been into you."
"Unggh," he groaned in discomfort as I worked my middle finger in alongside my index finger.
"Such a shame. A strapping young lad like yourself already a slut," I mused dramatically, knowing it wasn't the truth, but seeing what he'd volunteer.
"Shane," he hissed, "Shane Olson's the only one. And only twice."
I knew Shane, a handsome kid who lived in town, a box boy at the local IGA. I remembered him from his "Hometown Proud. Shane Olson" name badge. A blonde with blue eyes and a memorable bubble butt, I wouldn't have minded packing him with some groceries of my own.
Having my hand planted on the firm backside of a handsome young study like Mark was having its effect on me. The fit of my Levi's quickly got uncomfortable, my burgeoning prick strangled by the denim in its attempt to stretch down my pantleg. I let go the hold I had on Mark's hair, to rip open my fly, and let my dick loose. It tumbled out, quickly stretching to full length in its newfound freedom. I then used my free hand to part his buttcheeks even wider, giving me a better view of my fingers plundering his asshole.
"Do you fuck Shane?" I asked, grinding my fingers in and out of his butthole, feeling his prostate hardening under the not-so-gentle prodding of my fingers.
"S-s-sure," he replied, "all the time."
"The truth," I demanded, as I jammed a third finger into his already choked chute.
"Aaggg," he groaned, "N-n-no. Never."
As much as he tried to act like he hated it, his pelvis was gyrating in rhythm with my fingers, pushing back against me like a dog in heat, speaking to me of his deepest desires. Mark craved a man who could use him the way he needed to be used, a man who could possess him and force him to perform unspeakable acts. Mark was one hot piece of ass, and I was more than ready to oblige him.
I pulled my fingers from his sucking ass, the tight ring of muscle nipping at each knuckle. Yeah, he was a tight one. Ross was a hell of a fuck, experienced and knowing all the moves, but the elasticity on his butthole had given out years before. Mark, on the other hand, was going to be pure heaven. Standing up, I fished around in my pocket for the condom I always carry, and pushed my jeans down around my ankles.
Mark didn't move when I got up. He just stayed there on all fours, like a cow dutifully waiting to be serviced by the bull. The boy was all bottom. But when glancing over his shoulder, he saw the size of my package, he started having second thoughts.
"J-J-Jesus," he whistled on seeing my hard nine-incher, thick as a boy's wrist.
I just beamed, never growing tired of the admiration my prick elicits. The ripping sound of the foil packet tore through the silence of the woods.
"L-l-look," he said, fearfully, "I'll give you a blow job or something. B-b-but your dick's too big to get fucked with. I mean I'll..."
"Nobody who chews tobacco is ever wrapping his lips around my crank," I lectured him. I hate chewing tobacco with a passion. "Just relax. It'll hurt some, but you'll get over it. I haven't found an asshole yet that I couldn't get into."
I knew I shouldn't have said that, letting on that I'd fucked dudes before, but I doubted Mark was going to tell anybody, being as he was going to be on the receiving end himself momentarily. Of course, that last part I'd said wasn't quite true, either. There'd been this one punk, a little guy who was a virgin. That hadn't worked. But Mark wasn't a virgin, nor was he little. And I was very determined to bury my bone in his little slacker tail. Having finally bagged my prick, I got on my knees between his legs. Mark hadn't moved an inch. So, he couldn't have been that afraid of me fucking him. Or maybe he was just too aroused to think clearly. Either way, he was in for an education.
Mark craned his head around trying to watch me over his shoulder. He moaned as I let my dick settle into the groove of his ass. I reached forward and grabbed his right arm pulling it back and placing it on his asscheeks.
"Now, come on, open up for me," I ordered.
He got the idea, dropping his torso forward, laying his face in the grass, as he reached back with both hands to spread his cheeks wide open. Where his fingers pressed into the reddened flesh of his ass, the skin turned white, just like a sunburn. I allowed myself a brief smile, taking pride in the results of the whipping I'd given him.
I levered my latex-covered shank down, taking aim at the blossoming knot of muscle Mark had revealed to me. The rosette of pink flesh quivered in anticipation. The thought crossed my mind that the work out my fingers had just given his sphincter may not have been adequate. If I hadn't caught him sleeping on the job, I might have worried about that.
"Oh, god!" Mark groaned as I pressed my cockhead against his hole, "You're really gonna do this."
"You bet," I replied, not knowing if it was a question or not, as I bent forward and spat a mouthful of saliva down Mark's crevice. A thick strand trailed lewdly from my lips to his ass before I wiped it away. Sliding my boner up and down his crack, I generously coated both my cockhead and his asshole with spit. Then, fisting my shaft, I grabbed hold of Mark's hip with my other hand, and speared into him without warning.
His scream echoed through the glade. And I hadn't even gotten the head in yet. Grabbing hold of his narrow waist with both hands, I thrust into him viciously, sending my cockhead and an inch of marble-like shaft into the steamy confines of his rectum. The next scream wasn't as loud as the first, probably because he was too busy gasping for air. I held still for a moment, letting him adjust to the breaching of his defenses, and then started pressing into him again. God, but he was hot and tight. And it wasn't just that. His asswalls were convulsing along the length of my dick, gripping and rubbing me to near delirium.
"Christ," he moaned breathlessly, with about half the length of me embedded in his ass, "I can't take any more."
"Yer gonna take it all, little man," I grunted, shoving my hips forward, sliding in another fraction of an inch. I mean, with my piece parked up his butt, it wasn't like he was going anywhere. "Come on. Open up that sweet ass. Wider!"
His face contorted as he stretched his cheeks wider apart, his knuckles whitening with the effort. With a low moan, he arched his spine, pushing back against me. One had to admire that kind of determination. And I did, looking down to see his pink asslips flex and swallow another two inches of cock. His body went limp and he groaned, trying to deal with the new wave of pain and fullness that coursed through him.
Mark was struggling. Reasonably certain that I'd made my point, I knew he needed my support and encouragement to make it through the rest. After all, I didn't want this to be a one-time, never-to-be repeated event. I wanted-no, needed-him to be coming back for more. All summer.
"Yer doin' good, Mark," I said reassuringly, rubbing my hands up and down his sides.
"Uhhh! Shit!" was his whispered reply, as, eyes squeezed shut, he fought to control his breathing and relax his muscles.
Reaching underneath him, I massaged his belly, feeling its tautness and the way it bulged in trying to accommodate my prick. I loved watching a guy's stomach rising and falling in rhythm to my thrusts, seeing his prick and balls bounce as my dick bottomed out. Not this time, I sighed. This fuck was all about domination. But it was going to be a long summer, and if I treated Mark right, I was sure he'd be back for more. Then, I'd get my chance.
"Okay, Mark," I encouraged him, "Almost there. One more time. Ready?"
He nodded his head, gritting his teeth together. I could see the sweat running off his brow. He may have been slacking off earlier, but he was working now. Tightening my grip on his hips, I bided my time, timing the rhythmic convulsion of his sphincter around my shaft, waiting for just the right moment...
"Now," I yelled, lunging into him while pulling him back towards me, intent on impaling him completely on my prick.
"FUUUCCCKKK!" he shrieked, as my hips slammed forward, the head of my prick nestling firmly into the bend of his gut. Mark's asshole was stuffed with my cock.
"Atta, boy," I congratulated him, looking down to see nothing but my pubic hair pressed into his crack, "How does it feel to have a man's cock buried in you?"
He moaned, pulling his hands from between my hips and his asscheeks. Planting them beside his shoulders, he lifted his torso off the ground so that he was on his hands and knees. He was trembling. I checked the urge to start pile driving into him. This needed to be at his pace. At least, this time. Next time, it'd be a different story. And, moment by moment, I was getting more sure that there would be a next time.
"Fuckin' hurts like hell," he groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Yeah, but ya like it. Don'tcha?" I replied, rubbing his lower back with a firm pressure.
"Yesss," he hissed, lowering his forehead to the ground, but staying on all fours, "But, oh, fuck, this hurts!"
He sucked in a lung full of air and let it out slowly. For my part, I held still, my cock blissfully planted in the hottest, tightest piece of ass I'd ever had the pleasure of fucking. After a few moments, his breathing became more regular and I could feel and then see the muscles in his back relax.
"Are ya ready?" I asked, itching to throw him the mean fuck we both needed.
"Yeah," he moaned, "Fuck me, man."
It was music to my ears. I almost came out of my skin when I rocked back and felt the hot embrace of his sphincter slide along my cock. For a moment, I wondered if I was ever going to get my dick back, but Mark's asshole finally surrendered its grip on my member. Again, fighting the urge to start lunging in and out of him, I started a slow, gentle rhythm of fuckthrusts, withdrawing steadily more and more of my dick from his protesting orifice on each backstroke. It wasn't long before he was pushing back to meet my thrusts, moaning blissfully.
"You like getting it up the ass? Don'tcha, Mark?"
"Shit ... yeah," he replied, his words punctuated by the air exploding from his lungs as my cock nudged into places where he'd never been touched before, "Fuck ... me ... Galen ... hard."
The boy was a natural. He took to my big piece like a pig to the mud on a hot summer day, squealing with delight, thrashing about in ecstasy. I was now pulling out of him almost completely and corkscrewing back in with authority, my hips smacking noisily against his backside, my sweaty balls slapping against his thighs. What Mark lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm. He worked his hips in a grinding circle, screwing his hungry asshole about my pillaging dick.
I don't know how long we went on like that, screwing like animals, grunting and sweating. His back and ass became slick with sweat, both with his and mine that had dripped onto him, making it difficult for me to keep my hands planted on him firmly. But that had long since stopped being important. It wasn't necessary for me to hold Mark in place anymore. He knew his place. Bent over in front of a big dick.
"Jesus ... I'm ... fuckin' comin'," Mark yelled, as I felt his guts lock down hard on my prick.
The way his taut, little body shuddered told me he was having a mind- blowing orgasm. The guttural sounds and string of profanities spilling from his mouth only served to reinforce my observation. I kept right on plowing into his hot little butt, feeling the urgency in my own loins building. I wasn't going to be far behind him.
"Oh, god," he moaned as his arms buckled, and he slumped to the ground.
I slammed into him three more times, and then yanked my prick free from his butt. Tearing off the condom, I jerked my prick furiously. It took only three pulls before my balls melted and rushed up through my cock. The first shot sailed past Mark's head. The next three spurts squirted out like thick lines of white, splashing onto Mark's head and neck. Grunting with the spasms that wracked my body, I deposited the rest of my load onto his back, the jagged white smears contrasting with the deep brown tan of his skin.
My head was still spinning when I finally stood up, nearly tripping over Mark's prone form beneath me. He lay there, totally spent, taken and used. As I watched, he reached back with one hand, and gently fingered the now gapping hole in his backside. His butthole was swollen and red, but I knew that would only be temporary.
"Don't worry," I said, kicking off my boots, "it'll close up."
"I know," he said slyly. Perhaps I'd been wrong in my assessment of how inexperienced he was. He stared at the drooping mass of dickmeat hanging from my groin. "I just can't believe I had all of that up in me."
"Believe it," I declared. It was time to see if Mark would be a repeat customer. "And believe me, you're one hell of a fuck. I wouldn't mind dipping into you, again, if you're game."
A big grin spread across his handsome face, oddly sexy with the thick clots of come sticking to his cheek and hair. He didn't say another word. He didn't have to. I pulled off my jeans and headed for the pond.
"Come on," I called after him, "let's rinse off and then get back to work."
We splashed around in the water for about five minutes, and then got dressed. I escorted Mark back to where he was supposed to have been mending fence, and left him on his own. When I got back to the barn, I found my uncle. He complained that it didn't look as if Mark had gotten very far on the fence, and said that he had half a mind to fire the boy. I covered for Mark, telling my uncle that Mark had been helping me with the barn roof. That seemed to satisfy my uncle, as he was very happy with the new roof. And it satisfied me in that Mark would spend the rest of the summer under my direction, at my uncle's request.
It actually turned out to be a great summer. I didn't have any more trouble with Mark slacking off. When he wasn't hard at work, the kid followed me around like a puppy. He just couldn't get enough of my dick, and I was more than happy to indulge him. I also got Shane's cherry. But that's another story.