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Rick had been working for the Olms family since he was eleven. That was over six years ago. It was only 2 days until his 18th birthday. He had started out as a go for boy for the farm hands. This year the Olms had hired him on as a farm hand it was his first year doing real work for the family. When he first had moved onto the farm, Joshua, the patriarch of the family, didn't think that it was fit for an eleven year old boy to be bunking with the rest of the farm hands so he set Rick up in the old stable hands quarters.
Rick came to live with the Olms when his parent's farm dried up, Rick's father couldn't make enough to support his family so Joshua offered to hire the eldest son, Rick, to do work around the farm in exchange for room and board. Once he turned eighteen Rick was going to move into the bunkhouse with the rest of the farmhands. They had always given him a hard time about being young, though they had been an invaluable resource when he hit puberty. They told him everything he ever wanted to know and then some.
Most of the farm hands were hard drinking, dirty, foul mouthed, woman chasers. The only one who was different was Brady, the head farmhand. He was tough and he worked hard like everyone else. He was 27 and about 6'1" of solid muscle. He was a large guy with a commanding presence. Brady didn't need to yell, usually, to get them back in line, just a look and a stern word or two usually did the trick. Brady was Rick's protector; ever since he had first gotten there, Brady had looked after him. Joshua put him in Brady's care. Brady didn't much like being a father figure so he treated Rick more like a younger brother. Rick idolized him when he was younger.
Brady made sure the other farmhands never got out of line with Rick, their jokes never too cruel or too lewd. A couple of times though, Rick had walked in on farmhands jacking off, or, on the rare occasion, fucking each other in the bunkhouse when he was cleaning it, while the hands were supposed to be working. He always had wished he could have walked in on Brady masturbating, but Brady had a separate room in the bunk house and always kept his door shut. He had always liked looking at other guys, especially Brady. The few glances he got in the bathhouse filled his dreams. As far as Rick was concerned, Brady was hung like a horse, his cock was uncut and about 5" soft. He had never seen it hard but he assumed it was huge.
When Rick was sixteen one of the farmhands walked in on him jacking off, later that day Brady told him about the loft in the old barn. The farmhands used it as a place to go masturbate. It was basically understood that you should leave a boot at the bottom of the ladder to let the next person know it was being used; though you could usually tell by the grunting and groaning if it was in use or not. Rick took to the loft like a fish to water. Even Brady joked around with the guys about how much he was using it.
Two days before his 18th birthday Rick was in his quarters. It was about 3 pm and Rick and gotten off early for the day. He had gotten down the old cigar box he kept hidden in his room. Rick had been waiting for this all day. He stripped naked and lay on the bed pumping his cock. One by one he took out pictures. Pictures of nude men touching each other. He stared at them filled with lust. Rick was about to come when he looked up and saw Brady standing there in the doorway. Rick tried to stop but he was already cumming. It seemed to pour out of his cock in large spurts. Pretty soon it was everywhere, on his stomach and chest, groin, and in his pubes. Rick was a mess. Brady just stood there staring at him. At first, Rick thought it was because he was so stunned, after a second or two he noticed Brady was staring at the cum drip down his hard cock. Rick tried to cover himself but he was lying on top of all the blankets and had nothing to hide himself with. Realizing this, he desperately covered himself with his hand but his 6.5" erection betrayed him and was too much to cover with one hand while the other groped for his underwear.
Brady had dreamt of some day seeing Rick like this but he never thought today would be that day. He had a good body with a decently sized cock. Like his own, Rick's cock was uncut, he hadn't seen many on the farm and Brady couldn't take his eyes off of it. Rick's hot young body and cock dripping with cum right in front him; he thought "I must be dreaming, stuff like this only happens in my dreams."
"Brady! What are you doing?" Rick squeaked, "Get out! Please!" Brady seemed to regain his senses and looked Rick in the face for the first time since he walked in.
"Now don't be foolish, Ricky." Brady said with a smirk, "It ain't nothing I haven't seen before, I got one too." Rick glanced down at the mention of Brady's cock to see the monster snaking its way down his pant leg.
"Besides I got good news, we are going on a trip." Brady sat down on the end of the bed next to Rick. Out of his back pocket he grabbed a handkerchief. "Now that isn't the way to do that." Brady said in a soft tone as we watched Rick try to clean up his cum with an old sock. Much to Rick's surprise Brady handed him the handkerchief with a wink and started softly started absentmindedly rubbing his bulge as he talked. "I just bought an old hunting cabin about a three day ride from here and I am going up to check it out. From what I understand the road from the north was washed out so I want to ride in. It will take a little extra time but it will be fun. Joshua thinks it would be best if you came along. I thought it was a great idea."
"Even after..." Rick just looked down at his now limp penis as the words stumbled out. "I mean even after this?"
"Get over it Ricky I am not embarrassed or mad, I was the one that just walked in unannounced, if anything you should be mad at me. Besides it is just me. I have seen you bare ass more than once. Brady said with a smile, he had seen Rick many times in the showers but never like this.
"If it makes you feel any better I will make it up you."
"How?" Brady had gotten Rick attention.
"Well what do you think is fair?" Brady noticed that Rick was now nearly staring at his bulge. Rick shifted on his bed and one of his pictures fell to the floor.
"You like this stuff." Brady said as he bent down picking up the picture. Rick was mortified.
"Well sorta... I mean I found them and... they really aren't mine." Rick scrambled for the right words but the cat was out of the bag.
"Well to each his own, or in this case our own." Brady said with a nod, giving Rick's naked body a once over. "So how can I make up to you?" Rick's eyes darted to Brady's huge bulge. "You wanna see it don't you?"
"Yeah" Rick said with a shameful look.
"Well, I guess that is only fair." Brady said relived, he wanted to do this.
Brady went to sit down on the bed, he gave Rick's ass a quick swat. "Scoot." Brady said playfully. Rick wiggled over to the far side of the bed. Brady's eyes never left Rick's young body. Brady lay back on the bed and started unbuttoning his jeans. When he pulled his jeans down Brady's cock tented up in his boxers. He started undoing his fly when he noticed Rick was already getting hard again. Rick practically held his breath as Brady fished around in his boxers. Brady couldn't help but smile when he saw his poor Ricky's face. It was somewhere in between pure terror and sheer elation. With a quick grunt, Brady whipped it out. His hard cock was almost eight inches long, and thick. Brady almost immediately started stroking it. Rick watched in awe. As he stroked faster he centered his focus on Rick, and his young body, that Brady had wanted for so long.
Rick joined in too, slowly at first; he stroked himself off to the sight of Brady's huge cock. Watching Rick jack off made Brady stroke even harder, this had been a long time coming. He didn't dare touch his cock head, the slightest touch might set him off, and he wanted to give Rick a nice long show. Brady's moved swiftly up and down his shaft, pulling his hood back with every stroke. His pace slowed as he felt the inevitable coming... felt something inside of himself give way and a stream of hot cum shot out onto his chest. Brady started pounding his cock again at a frenzied pace, draining every last drop. After a few more quick squirts he was done. Then he looked over toward Rick who was stroking his cock furiously. "Lets not get that started again." Brady said reaching over taking Rick's hand off of his dick. "We gotta get dressed then get ready." Brady took the handkerchief he had handed to Rick earlier, and started cleaning up. Rick pulled his boxers over his erection and it popped out the fly. "You gotta keep that tucked away for now bud." Brady said with a smirk. He reached over and lightly grabbed Rick's cock and tucked it back in his shorts. Rick was speechless. Brady's hand had felt so large and warm, so right.
They continued to get dressed without a word. When both had finished, they headed over to the main house where Brady had left the horses they were going to take. He had already gotten then into the horse trailer. It took only about an hour to get everything they needed to get from the farm. They headed into town to get the rest of what they needed, and to spent the night in a hotel. The next morning they would leave the truck with some friends on the way out of town.
Their bedroom had two smaller beds separated by a nightstand. It was a pretty shabby place but it worked. Both hands were used to lesser living accommodations. They went to bed early as it was going to be a long ride tomorrow. After the lights went out neither could sleep. In the darkness Brady heard heavy breathing coming from Rick's direction. At first Brady just laughed silently to himself; if nothing else the kid had stamina. As he listened though, Brady could feel himself getting aroused. Eventually he gave into his lusts and slowly slid down his boxers. He was just starting to work his dick, when Rick's voice cut through the silence.
"Brady?" Rick had stopped breathing hard, though his hands still caressed his excited member.
"Yeah?" Brady's voice strained as he tried to hide his breathlessness.
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Back there in my room, thanks for not freaking out."
"Why would I?" Brady asked with a laugh.
"Well most of the hands don't like that kinda stuff I was looking at. I have heard them talk about guys that do that kind of stuff."
"Most of the guys back at the farm don't know any better. Their whole life they have been taught that liking men is wrong. There are some of us guys there that do, and for the most part we keep out personal lives to ourselves. Some of us aren't that discreet though. I have caught some guys having sex right in the bunkhouse. You have probably walked in on some of the hands going at it before, haven't you?
"Yeah, Steven and Richard, when they saw me they just got dressed quick and left."
"Did you like what saw?"
"Yeah, actually that is how I got those pictures. I asked Steven later about what they were doing, but he said if I didn't know what they were doing I was too young, and handed me those pictures saying that those should hold me over until I am old enough to know. He also said that if I really needed to know I should ask you. I was always too embarrassed."
"Remind me to thank Steven when we get back, for a couple reasons." Brady whispered with a smile. "What he said is true though, you can ask me anything, there is no reason be embarrassed."
"Brady? What does it feel like to have someone do to you what they were doing in my pictures? You know touch your cock and balls and stuff? Put their naked body on you? To make you cum." Rick's asked in a low voice.
"Well um...it feels good..." Brady stammered. "Well that was a piss poor answer wasn't it? Lets see...It feels incredible, like nothing else in life. If you do it with someone you care about, it is one of the most intimate things you can do. If it is real good, words can't describe it."
"Mmmm... sounds nice." Rick said with longing in his voice. At this point he was jerking so hard Brady could hear it from across the room. He was jacking off like someone who had never really explored his own body. His strokes were quick and aggressive. Brady slowly pulled back the covers of his bed and stood up naked in the dark, only the slightest moonlight shone in. He walked over to Rick's bed and found him to be facing the wall with his back to Brady. He was concentrating so hard on jacking off he never even heard Brady sneak up. With one fluid movement Brady pulled back the blanket and slid into the bed behind Rick. Now under the covers with Rick, Brady's cock was firmly pressed against Rick's ass.
Rick's reaction was immediate. His whole body stiffened and he tried to squirm away, but he was between the wall and Brady. Without a word, slowly, Brady began to stroke Rick's back and chest until he relaxed. His hands explored the young man's smooth body. As his hands moved closer to Rick's crotch, he felt him shudder from his ministrations. When he got down to his groin, Brady found that Rick was till wearing his boxers. His cock hastily stuffed back in them. He slid his hand in the fly of Rick's boxers and pulled out his cock. Brady cradled Rick in his strong arms, one hand softly stroking his chest the other slowly caressing Rick's dick. Brady lowered his head and kissed Rick on the side of his neck, soft at first but this quickly became passionate. Rick merely shuddered but did not respond to Brady's exploring mouth.
"That is fine." Brady thought. "If he isn't ready for passion, there is plenty I can give him." Throwing back the blankets Brady knelt at the foot of the bed. First he rolled Rick onto his back and peeled off his underwear. His cock swayed standing perfectly erect before Brady. Greedily, Brady grabbed for the younger man's cock. The only sound to break up the noises of flesh on flesh was Rick. He let out a low moan followed by a single word uttered so softly Brady almost didn't catch it.
"More."
With moonlight lighting him softly, a big grin grew across Brady's face. Brady pumped faster and faster until he felt Rick start squirming in his hands. His hips rocked back and forth thrusting his cock deeper into Brady's hand. Still grinning, he let go of Rick's member and sat quietly listening to his breathing. Brady leaned forward after hearing Rick's breathing slow. When Rick had cooled off a bit, Brady reached for Rick's still hard cock. He pulled back the skin as far as it would go and started teasing the head.
This was as much as Rick could take. He had never felt anything like this before. Brady's large hands were exploring his body, encompassing his manhood in his grip. What he was doing now though was going to drive him to heights of ecstasy. Once again though, before he climaxed, Brady pulled back. Rick almost whimpered when he felt his cock once again standing free in the cool night air. Brady, with a light touch, had him roll over on to his side again. When he did, Brady lay behind him again, and pulled him close. He could feel Brady's cock pressed between his ass cheeks. With one arm reaching around to Rick front, he started pumping Rick's throbbing manhood again.
It felt so good being so close to Brady. He felt like he was wrapped up in him. Pretty soon after Brady started jacking him off again, Rick felt the rush of orgasm. He emptied his balls into the older man's hand. For a second, Rick just lay there riding the feeling then he noticed during his orgasm, Brady had started thrusting his hips against his own. Rick could feel that eight-inch cock sliding up and down between his cheeks. Brady's started breathing heavily as his quickened his pace. His body stiffened and his back arched with his last few thrusts. With a grunt and a sigh, Brady came hard, his hot cum sprayed Rick's ass and back.
Brady sat up and grabbed a towel kept near the washbasin. He started cleaning himself up. Rick just lay there with a content look on his face. When he finished himself, Brady started to clean up Rick. He gave a few playful tugs on his cock as he toweled it off.
When he was done, Brady kissed Rick on the cheek and got up climbed into his own bed, not having said a word the whole time. As he was drifting off to sleep, Brady felt Rick climb into the bed next to him. Neither of them said anything. Brady just wrapped Rick into his big arms, and kissed him softly on the neck as he did before.