Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 18:21:27 -0800
From: Dusty <dustytale@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ride 1

This is a work of adult gay fiction if this offends you stop
reading now. I hope you like it and I am always looking for
feedback. Email me at Dustytale@Gmail.com Thank you Boystory for
your wonderful editing.

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.