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When Rick woke up, Brady was nowhere to be found in their room. He had left his duffle bag and his other gear in the room. All that was missing was his clothes that were left at the foot of his bed the night before. Rick rolled out of Brady's bed and walked over to his own. He found his clothes after a few seconds of searching. He had tossed them off to the side as he peeled them off the night before. The warm light coming through the window felt good on his nude body. The hardon he woke up with, screamed for attention as he fumbled with his clothes. His hand mindlessly started to stroke is cock. He was breathing heavily when he heard a door open and close. His eyes shot to the door, seeing nothing. It must have been someone else across the hall.
"Maybe this isn't the best time for jerking." He thought to himself as he wrestled his stiff dick into his pants. "I should find Brady anyway." He thought out loud as he grabbed his shirt on the way out the door. After a quick search of the upstairs he found the bathrooms. Rick knocked lightly.
"Yeah." Brady's voice was unmistakable.
"It's just me. I was just wondering where you headed off to." Rick explained. "I'll be back in the room if you need me for anything."
"That's ok, I'm almost done here. Besides, you probably need a bath as much as I did. Come on in." Said Brady's voice through the closed door.
Rick slipped into the room; his eyes immediately went to the hard body getting toweled off. Brady was standing in the room toweling off his hairy legs and crotch when Rick came in. He deftly hid his soft penis behind the towel. Rick caught only a brief glimpse of it swaying between his legs as he dried off.
"Mornin'. You'd better take a quick bath. We've got to get going pretty quick if we want to make it to the cabin by day after tomorrow." Brady said as he turned around dropping the towel.
"I guess you're right." Rick managed, appreciating the rare look at Brady's muscular ass.
Rick started slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched Brady put on his boxers with his back toward Rick. His cock and balls hanging down just enough to give him a quick thrill. Rick continued getting undressed after Brady had put on his underwear. By the time he was naked, Brady was completely dressed. He continued to look away as Rick slipped into the warm bath. Hearing the soft splash, Brady turned back around and headed toward the door. He continued on his way out with a hidden smile.
"Sleep well last night?" Brady asked as he approached the door.
Rick's face flushed because he was still unsure of Brady's feeling about the previous night's events. "Yeah, real well." Rick said choosing his words carefully.
When Brady left, Rick lay in the warm bath for a moment holding his growing penis in his hand. Closing his eyes, he conjured up memories of last night and of Brady toweling himself off. He jerked himself off hard; he wasn't savoring the moment; he wanted to cum. He wanted to have that feeling take over and empty his balls with every orgasmic surge. The young farmhand's left hand slowly fondled his balls as his hand pounded his throbbing erection. It didn't take very long, and soon enough a stream of cum arced onto his chest.
After Brady closed the door, he lingered in the empty hallway for a moment. It was only a moment before that he heard Rick start beating off. The boy wasn't exactly subtle; his moans were easily heard through the door.
"What I wouldn't give to be a fly on that wall." Brady thought. "He needs his privacy though. Boy his age definitely needs a good jerk now and then." Brady grinned widely as he headed back to their room. "Hell, we all need a good jerk now and then." Brady thought remembering his time in the same tub. "Just wish he gotten there a little sooner."
After a getting cleaned up, the two farmhands ate a quick breakfast. They packed up and headed out of town. They stopped beifly to drop off the truck and get mounted up.
It was only last night that Rick and Brady had been together, but it seemed so long ago now. They rode up the trail making small talk, avoiding any discussion of what had happened the night before. They talked a lot, but little was said. At first Brady thought his young friend was ashamed of what had happened the night before and was trying to hide it with small talk. That couldn't have been farther from the truth. Rick hadn't been ashamed of what they had done, and he was exhilarated by it. Brady was a stern man, though he wore kid gloves around Rick. He treated him like a younger brother. Rick had always had feelings for him, feelings he wasn't sure Brady wanted. He was anxious around Brady in a way though, there were subjects that Brady didn't bring up and his sex life was one of them. Even of he was part of it. In the end, this anxiousness surfaced as an overly excited Rick, rambling on about what seemed like nothing.
Brady, for the most part, took the small talk in stride. He had never seen Rick like this. Usually, he was a fairly quiet kid. He much preferred to watch and listen than participate in anything. Brady had seen him spend hours in the bunkhouse with the other hands, quiet as a mouse when they played cards. It was like Rick had woken up a new person. Brady wanted to talk to him about what had happened the night before, but he didn't want to force the issue with Rick. Brady waited for the right moment to bring it up, but it never seemed to come.
As they rode on, Brady started to think about what he had done with Rick. All his life he had had feelings for other men. From an early age, Brady learned to be discreet about it. He was a little younger than Rick when he first acted upon them, but it had always been with someone his own age. He never really loved any of them, not in any significant way. When he first met Rick he took him under his wing and tried to teach him the trade. After a while they became like brothers, and Brady loved him like one. Though in the past year his feelings had changed and he didn't even realize it until the day he walked in on Rick touching himself. Seeing him like that stirred something in him. He never wanted to feel that way towards Rick, he practically raised him and now he fantasizing about him. He was attracted to Rick in a way he had never felt before, but he wasn't about to force it on Rick.
Riding through the early morning Brady's mind began to wander. He started thinking about Rick again. The feel of his smooth body against his; how his hand felt wrapped around Rick's cock; his soft moans in the night. He got lost in the memory; every stroke; every shudder; and every thrust of his hips.
Something snapped and Brady was back into reality again. He had realized something. Last night, when he went to Rick's bed, he responded to his every touch. He seemed to welcome sex, and embraced everything they did, totally. How could he possibly be ashamed of what they did. Brady glanced at Rick who was strangely silent. He was starting at the ground ahead, his head hung low.
"Rick, what's the matter? You're lookin' kinda sad." Said Brady.
"Nah, you just looked like you were tired of hearing me blather on like an idiot." Rick said sheepishly.
"No! Sorry, I wasn't trying to ignore you, I was just thinking about something." Brady said with a nervous laugh.
"What about? You looked pretty out of it." Rick said chuckling to himself.
Brady lowered his voice saying "Truth be told, last night..."
Rick blushed interrupting him with, "You did enjoy yourself last night didn't you? I did."
"Kid, I will never understand you. Of course I did. Wouldn't have done it otherwise. I'm just surprised you would have done it with an old fart like me."
"You aren't that old Brady, not even 30, besides, who else would I want. I know you think of me as your little brother, but I have always wanted you to be more."
Brady was stunned into silence, it never crossed his mind that Rick may have feelings for him. Sex was one thing, but this is another all together. After a moment of awkward silence, Brady spoke first.
"If you're sure, let's see where this can take us."
They talked for the rest of the morning; it was like nothing had changed between them. Things were back to normal. At least as much at they were going to be. Sometime after noon they stopped for lunch, after they finished they sat in a clearing and talked. The conversation had turned to sex and Rick was talking about jacking off in different places around the farm. The discussion was making Brady very hard. His cock lay flat against his inner thigh. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination. He noticed, after a minute, that Rick was not so subtly staring at his bulge. Brady tensed and made his cock move in his jeans. Rick stopped talking all together now, obviously staring. Knowing Rick was staring at him, Brady decided that he would give him a thrill. Pretending not to notice his audience, he slipped one hand down onto his cock, messaging it through his jeans. Over the next few minutes, Brady pulled, stroked, grabbed and teased his stiff cock through his jeans. Paying the most attention to his head. Brady really got into it. Rick started playing with his own package as he watched a spot of pre-cum appear on Brady's crotch.
For the fist time since he decided to put on a show for Rick, Brady looked him in the eyes. Rick just smiled and continued playing with his dick. Brady reached over and started rubbing Rick's bulge with one hand. Rick let out a long sigh as the big man's hands caressed his groin. Brady could tell Rick wanted more, but he seemed apprehensive. Brady thought of asking Rick if he wanted to keep going, but as he turned to look into the younger man in the eyes he saw nothing but longing. Brady leaned forward and scooped up the smaller Rick in his huge arms. Rick, with his back to Brady, was now in his lap; he turned and leaned back and their lips connected in a brief kiss. Brady looked into Rick's eyes again. This time, he saw no apprehension or fear on his face. It was a look of sheer elation and release. Rick had spent most of his teenage life dreaming of this moment. Brady kissed him again, only this time, it wasn't brief. It was a deep kiss filled with longing. Rick was like putty in Brady's arms. He lay there in Brady's arms, waiting for the next kiss; the next touch; the next sensation. They lay together for a while kissing while Brady ran his hands over Rick's tight body.
Rick said, "Promise me something..."
Jagged breathing as he kissed up and down Rick's neck broke Brady's response. "Anything..."
"Promise me that this is real. Promise me I won't wake up and find out that you don't care for me anymore..." The words came out raggedly as one of Brady's big hands found their way back to Rick's erection. "Ooohh... I never want to go back to the way things were before. Ahh!... there... Promise me you care."
Brady slowed for a moment, giving him time to clear his head. He never loved anyone as much as he loved Rick at that moment.
"I care for you more than anything else in the world. As long as I live I will care about you as much as I do now." To Brady the words seemed like a confession, the truth after so long of burying it.
Rick seemed to melt as the words left Brady's mouth. For a moment longer they laid there before Brady moved out from behind the boy.
Rick tensed as Brady laid him back and spread his legs apart. For a second, Brady fumbled with the buttons of Rick's pants; once he got them undone he pulled them down just far enough to see Rick's erection tenting up in his boxers. The button fly was straining, to keep it inside. Next, Brady stripped of his shirt and boots. When he was done with that, he pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Leaving Rick wearing nothing but his boxers in the open clearing. Brady's firm hands rubbed young Rick's chest and stomach in long strokes. In a sudden movement, he moved down to Rick's hardon still trapped in his boxers. Rick gasped as Brady massaged his tool. Mid-stroke, Rick's cock burst out from his fly to be enveloped in Brady's warm hand. At first, Brady used short strokes, working Rick's foreskin over his swollen knob. Rick just moaned and squirmed, rocking his hips back and forth under Brady's manipulations. Brady moved in front of Rick and lifted up his legs, pulling off his underwear. So, Rick lay on his back with his hard cock pointing skyward while his scrotum tightened from the cool breeze. His legs were up and spread giving Brady a perfect view of his rosebud. One hand fondling Rick's tight sack, the other gripped Rick's cock tightly and pumped his cock with long deliberate motions. With every stroke, Rick's cock head erupted out of his foreskin and into the crisp air.
"Ooooohhhh!" Rick cried out in a trembling voice.
You like that?" Brady said with a smirk. "How about this?"
With that, Brady took his left hand off of Rick's balls and grasped the base of his cock. He stopped stroking him and pulled his foreskin back tight. His cock head flared as his skin tugged lightly on his frenulum. Brady quickly lubed Rick's swollen member with his saliva. His shaft glistened, dripping with Brady's spit. With a quick motion Brady grabbed the shaft while his other hand held the skin in place. His hand slid effortlessly along the shaft and onto Rick's knob. Brady's hand moved speedily up and down Rick's shaft.
"Oh God!" Rick's hips slammed forward into Brady's greedy hands. "I'm coming...Oh...Unnnnhh."
Thick ropes of cum shot out landing across Rick's chest. Brady kept his firm grip and stroked slow and evenly. He stroked Rick until the last drops drooled down his shaft. Brady took in the view for a second, feeling his cock pounding against his jeans. Rick was covered in his own cum; his chest; stomach; and groin were dripping with his juices. A thick stream of it had dripped down onto his sack. Brady watched it slowly drip down onto Rick's tight hole. With one finger Brady explored Rick's rosebud. Rick moaned as one of Brady's fingers slid around his hole. Eventually, Brady slowly pushed it in. Using Rick's cum as lube, he takes it as far as he can. Slowly pumping his finger in and out of Rick's tight ass. When Brady sees that Rick has gone totally limp, he pulls his finger out and starts massaging his own package.
Brady strips off his clothing, tossing them to the side. His eyes never leave Rick's, who lays there contentedly, still covered in his own cum. Wearing only his boxers, he lays next to Rick.
With shaking hands, he undid the buttons. Brady's cock seemed to shoot out of the fly. The older farmhand let out a sigh of relief as the younger ones hands touched him for the first time. Rick positioned himself between Brady's legs and began stroking him cautiously. His touch was light, one hand stroking the shaft as the other explored the rest of Brady's body. Brady started slowly thrusting his hips into Rick's hand. After a moment Rick stopped stroking and explored Brady's head and foreskin. Lubing them up with his saliva. Pulling the skin back, he worked the head with his palm.
"Oooohhhh!" Brady gasped.
Rick moved back to stroking Brady, just like before his touch was light and cautious movements.
"Harder." Brady said after a moment.
"What?" Rick responded.
"You aren't going to break it, don't worry."
Rick just grinned as he tightened his grip and really started stroking him. Rick's hand raced up and down the shaft. He watched in awe as pre-cum drooled out of Brady's thick cock. Without thinking, Rick lowered his face down to Brady's cock. It looked so huge and thick. He could feel its warmth radiating off it in the cool air. Slowly he drew the hood back and forth mesmerized by the motion. More pre-cum oozed out of Brady's slit and dripped down his pole. With one long lick Rick lapped all the pre-cum.
"Oh God! Suck me." The words tumbled out of Brady's mouth.
Rick didn't respond at first, he just lustfully licked Brady's swollen knob. Placing a hand on the back of Rick's head, Brady guided his cock into Rick's moist mouth. He felt Rick's lips close around his shaft. Rick sucked greedily on Brady's cock; his mouth gliding up and down his shaft. Brady couldn't keep quiet anymore. His moans and panting filled the surrounding hills. Rick cupped Brady's sack rolling his balls around. He started working the shaft with his other free hand all while dutifully licking and sucking Brady's knob.
Rick had never sucked a man off before, but he loved it. He loved having Brady in his mouth. He loved looking up from Brady's cock and seeing his face contorted in pleasure. He loved the feel of the movement between his lips of Brady's thick cock. He loved doing what Brady asked of him, and most of all, he loved knowing he was pleasuring his lover.
"Rick! Ohhhh... that's incredible...Oh yeah... mmmmm..." Brady could barely speak through his heavy panting. "Oh God...keep going...suck me off...I'm almost there."
Rick felt Brady's balls tighten up in his hand only moment before the first shot of hot cum surged into his mouth. Rick gagged at first not expecting such a powerful shot. When he backed off he saw Brady shoot again this time on to his chest. Rick quickly took Brady's cock back into his mouth. He worked Brady's cock repeatedly. In all, Brady shot three more spurts into Rick. A salty, almost musky taste, flooded Rick's mouth. He loved it. He swallowed Brady's cum; it never even crossed his mind to spit it out. With Brady's cock quickly going soft in his mouth, Rick gently sucked on it getting out the last of the cum.
"Hey there stud, mind giving that back now?" Brady joked, lifting Rick off his cock. "Believe me, I appreciate it and all, but if you suck on that anymore it might fall off." Rick laughed, sitting up. He gave Brady's pole one last tug for good measure. Brady jumped and retaliated by giving Rick's ass a not so gentle squeeze. Rick yelped and grabbed Brady's chest with both arms tackling him. They both fell back again and tussled around until finally Rick was lying on top of Brady, exhausted. Both were laughing uncontrollably.
Rick was just starting to get up when Brady grabbed him again and flipped them both over. Now with Brady on top the 27 year old looked into the eyes of his lover, 10 years his junior.
"I love you Rick, I always will." This time Rick didn't melt, he was relieved, he didn't fear love anymore. This time the words seemed to temper Rick, to build him up, strength him. Steel him against the harshness of the world. Brady saw the change on Rick's face and it made him happy. The boy needed to learn to love, real love, not desperate passion. The kind of love that changes a man. They kissed and held each other, pressing their naked bodies together. At some point Brady threw the blanket they had been laying on over them. Even their shared body heat could not stave off the cool autumn air.