Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 22:30:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baling Hay 1

(Usual disclaimer applies)
This is a work of fiction.

by dickcannontn@yahoo.com

BALING HAY

When I was 15, I had plans of relaxing all summer, sleeping until noon,
watching tv, jerking off a couple of times a day, and generally being a
money drain on my father. That life of luxury that I spent the entire
school year daydreaming about lasted for one day.
	The second day of my summer vacation, my father opened up the door
to the bedroom I shared with my brother, Mike, crossed quickly to the
darkened window, pulled back the curtains and flooded the cool, dark
bedroom with bright early morning sunshine. Mike and I instinctively pulled
the sheets over our heads, and burrowed deeper into our beds.
	"It's time you boys got your asses out of bed," my father said, his
baritone voice seeming to rattle the windows. Suddenly, I felt the cool air
of the room rush across my bare ass and I realized that in one swift jerk
my father had stripped me of the sheet. But before I could protest, he
swatted me open-handed across the right cheek and startled me into the
morning. I flipped over to see my father's figure, tall and broad, casting
the morning shadow across my body.
	"If both of you think you're going to lay around this house all day
and do nothing," he said, rousing my brother while I blinked in the sun,
"you've got another thing coming. Both of you are old enough now to make a
little money, buy your own school clothes, and start making plans to get
out of my hair. Both of you need to get a job. And I mean it."
	At that, Dad turned and left the room. I sat up in bed and glanced
around the room. Mike had already pulled the sheet back up and turned his
back to the window. Slowly, Dad's meaning occurred to me and I realized the
summer as I had knew it was over.
	"Hey, Mike," I whispered, although there was no one in the house I
was afraid of waking. Dad had left for work, and Mom had left us for
another man four years ago.
	"Leave me alone," he groaned into the pillow.
	"Dad said we have to get jobs. That fucking sucks."
	"Hell, yeah it does."
	"Where are we going to get jobs?"
	Mike raised up in his bed, the sheet falling down to reveal his
tight chest and the dark hair that covered most of his upper body. He was
only 17 but already Mike was a regular piece of carpet. His hand slipped
into his crotch and unconsciously scratched through his thick pubes. I
could tell by the shape of the sheet that Mike was sporting a morning
wood. Embarrassed, I looked away and searched the floor for my shorts.
	"Shit, I don't know. I'll be damned if I flip burgers all
summer. There's nowhere in this hick town I want to or could work. I wish
he'd said something earlier and that way I could have gotten a job at the
pool or something easy like that."
	We both knew well enough that Dad meant business and that he
wouldn't take any excuses about our summer unemployment. Money had been
tight since Mom and her income had skipped town, but Dad had done well. He
was a construction supervisor with a local company and that paid pretty
well when times were good. Nevertheless, Dad had his motives for getting us
out of the house, and we both figured it had something to do with work
ethic, independence and a whole load of other crap that he seemed to preach
every night at dinner.
	Later that day, Mike and I managed to call all of our friends to
ask where they were working for the summer, and we'd only managed to come
up with one potential lead. Our friend, Andy, told us that he was working
with his father on the family farm, and that his dad was looking for a
couple of guys to help out, especially with getting in the season's first
hay crop.
	Baling hay meant riding around on a flatbed trailer in a large
field, picking up the square bales of hay from behind the baler and loading
them on the trailer. At the end of the day, you moved all the hay into the
barn for storage for the winter. Baling hay was not exactly our idea of an
easy summer job. It was hot. It was dirty. And it usually didn't pay squat.
	However, judging by Dad's determination that night at dinner, Mike
and I decided that we would take the job and ask questions later. And the
very next morning we got up with the sun and piled into Dad's truck for the
ride over to Mr. Ledbetter's farm.
	Dad and Mr. Ledbetter knew each other casually, but this was the
first time that Mike and I had ever met him. He looked a little like most
middle-aged farmers from around our hometown: a little bit of belly, strong
thick forearms, a plain blue t-shirt, tall, and the local feed-and-seed
store's cap shoved down over his eyes. From where I stood against the
truck, I could see the thick black hair covering his arms and a small
tattoo on his left arm. We figured that he and our dad were around the same
age: early to mid 40s.  Dad and Mr. Ledbetter talked briefly while Mike and
I climbed up on the flatbed with Andy and waited for this day's work to
begin.
	The morning passed pretty quickly and the work wasn't as hard as I
had imagined. The sun beat down hard on Andy, Mike and me as we loaded the
bales into neat stacks on the trailer. Sometime during the morning the
three of us stripped off our t-shirts and let the sun darken our torsos
even more. Andy was what I called a little on the scrawny side. He was tall
for his age and thin, but years of helping his dad on the farm had
developed his muscles into smooth planes of flesh. And nowhere, except on
his head, did he have a single hair.
	By noon, the three of us were sweating profusely in the 90-degree
heat. Tiny droplets of sweat clung to the ends of the hairs on my chest and
arms, and every so often, I could feel a drop of sweat trickle down the
crack of my ass and slither off my balls.  And each drop sent a tingle
right back up the path it had rolled down, sending tiny little shocks
across my dick and asshole. I had to be extremely careful several times
because I could feel my cock rising up in the denim jeans and causing them
to tent.
	Andy's sister, Sarah, met us under a huge oak tree next to the
field at lunch and brought us cold water and sandwiches. I had seen her at
school before and thought she was really pretty. But on this day she was
much more interested in Mike than me. They had shared a couple of classes
together and before long, she had settled in under the shade next to Mike
and was busy chatting him up, asking him about football this fall and how
much he'd get to play and shit. Meanwhile, Andy and I just ate our
sandwiches and watched.
	"Sarah, why don't you get back home and let these boys eat lunch in
peace?" Mr. Ledbetter asked.  "For crying out loud, it's hot out here and
the last thing they want is to hear your yammering." Sarah muttered her
goodbye and drove away in her father's pickup.
	"Women, always wanting to talk your ear off, ain't they?"
Mr. Ledbetter said. "Sometimes all I think they're good for is cooking,
cleaning and fucking." He laughed at his little bit of chauvinistic humor.
	"Whatcha think about that, Danny? Ever fuck a woman?" Mr. Ledbetter
leered over his cup of water.
	"Um, no sir, I haven't."
	"Betcha want to, don't you? I've been with a woman who had the
tightest pussy, I thought she was going to pull me in."
	Mike laughed out loud and Mr. Ledbetter turned to him.
	"What about you, big boy? If you fall in, it's probably because
you're dick's too little." He laughed again.
	"Oh, I've got plenty, sir, and the witnesses to prove it."
	I glanced at Andy who was shifting uncomfortably against the tree
trunk.
	"Who? My boy Andy over here? I think he likes a good piece of man
dick, dontcha' Andy?"
	Andy kept his eyes down.
	"I'm talkin' to you, boy. You like a good piece of cock in your
mouth, maybe even up your ass."
	"Yes, sir."
	By now, I was totally confused and Mr. Ledbetter continued to
laugh. The talk had sent blood rushing to my cock, now throbbing in my
jeans. But at the same time, I couldn't tell if Mr. Ledbetter was just
teasing Andy or if he knew something Andy didn't really want to tell.
	"All right boys! Get back up on that trailer. We should be finished
with this field in a coupla hours.  Then we'll take this load up to the
barn and get it set up in the loft up there. And then we can call it day."
	Mr. Ledbetter walked between Andy and me, and clapped us on the
shoulder.
	"I bet you boys are looking forward to calling it a day, huh?" And
he smiled a crazy sneaky smile.
	All afternoon, I kept thinking about Andy with his mouth around my
cock, and everytime I did, I could hear Mr. Ledbetter laughing. I had
thought about sex with guys before, although I had just never acknowledged
it. I just assumed that it was something we all did, especially when we
were jerking off and we were closing in on shooting a massive load across
our stomachs and chests. Sometimes mine even landed across my lips.
	Once I was so lost in a daydream that I nearly tumbled backwards
off the trailer when it jumped upon taking off. I really needed to call it
a day so I could try to make sense out of what was going on out here on
this big open field.
	Before I knew it, the sun was retreating across the summer and we
had cleared the last bale of hay from the field. When the tractor rolled to
a stop in front of the barn, and Mr. Ledbetter clambered out.
	"All right boys," he said, "Ya'll get this load up there in the
loft while I run back to the house for some tools. Now we ain't got time to
be dicking around. Get in there and get it put away. I'll be back shortly."
	We quickly started unloading the bales from the trailer, hoisting
them onto a wooden platform and then raising it up to the loft. Andy had
been silent all afternoon, but I guess that was to be expected after the
humiliation his father put him through at lunch.
	"Hey Andy," my brother called down as we swung another bale into
the loft. "What was all that bullshit about at lunch? Your dad saying you
sucked dick?"
	Andy froze.
	"Aw, he was just teasing me," Andy said. "He thinks it's funny."
	"Teasing you, huh?" Mike kept on joking. "C'mon. Tell us. I bet
you've sucked a dick or two."
	"What if I have?" Andy stopped and looked straight at Mike. The
smile melted away from Mike's face.
	"You're serious, aren't you? You really have sucked a cock. Man,
you're a fucking cocksucker."
	"Yeah, I am and I'm the best damn cocksucker in town. Whaddaya
think about that?"
	Andy's words were tinged with anger, but they rang with truth. I
had stopped lifting the bales of hay to listen to the exchange and I was
completely unaware that my cock was throbbing, until I saw Andy's fingers
graze the outline of his own meat as it snaked down his left leg.
	"I think I might let you show me sometime," Mike surprised me by
saying that. I looked up at him and I caught him winking at Andy.
	"How about right now?" Andy had lewdly thrust his hips forward and
I could clearly see his fleshy helmet pulsing inside his pants.
	"Let's do it! Climb on up here in the loft," Mike called down, but
Andy was already halfway up the ladder.
	Although I hadn't specifically been invited, I followed Andy up the
ladder into the loft. The day's heat was trapped up and the air was dusty
from the hay, but I could already see Mike spread eagle on a bed made of
hay bales and Andy's head bobbed slowly and smoothly in his crotch. Mike's
burly chest glistened with sweat, and an almost inaudible moan escaped his
lips. He opened his eyes to catch me watching Andy swirling spit around
Mike's purple cockhead.
	"I do believe he's right, little brother. He's the best cocksucker
in town."
	Andy let Mike's cock escape his lips with a liquid pop and smiled
at me. His lips glistened with saliva as did Mike's cock. Now, I got a good
look at what Mike was packing; it was about 9 inches and a good handful of
girth. It towered over the black pubic nest and over his ballsac which
looked like two eggs rolling around in a leather pouch.
	Andy took another gulp of Mike's cock, sliding his mouth
effortlessly down the meaty shaft to the root. Mike let out a gasp and
moaned. By now, my own prick was stiff as nails in my jeans and wave after
wave of excitement fell over me as it throbbed and jumped, leaking
pre-cum. With his mouth still firmly suctioned to Mike's cockhead, Andy
began to fidget with the button on his jeans, releasing a cock that could
only belong to him.
	It was long and thin with a remarkable looking curve slightly to
the right. The tip was shiny with a tiny drop of fluid. Andy dipped his
finger into the reservoir, slicking the pink head with the slippery
stuff. I followed his lead and fanned the front of my Levis out as well,
pulling my dick through the pisshole of my underwear and stepping closer to
the action.  I stood above Mike and Andy, slowly stroking my cock in rhythm
to Andy's expert cocksucking.
	Mike raised his head to catch a glimpse of my prick and saw the
pre-cum ooze from the head.
	"Damn, little brother. It's got you worked up too and you've not
even let him touch you yet. Hell, you haven't let anyone touch you," Mike
said, sliding his hand up the back of my thigh and catching a firm grip on
my ass. Almost as if planned, Andy released my brother's cock from his
mouth and clamped it over my cock.
	While my eyes were closed, Mike quietly slipped behind me and was
pulling my jeans to my ankles. The sensations in my crotch were to
incredible and distracting, and I only realized that Mike had ripped my
underwear across my asscheeks when I felt the stubble of his chin graze my
crack. Mike tipped me forward slightly and exposed my asshole.
	At that moment, I just wanted to capture this experience forever so
that I could have it to replay over and over in my mind during every jack
off session for the rest of my life. This skinny young man who loved to
suck cock was down on his knees servicing my juicy dick, lapping at my
nuts, and twisting my tender nipples. Behind me was my brother, licking the
musty ass opening, sucking the sweat from my crack, and prying the virgin
ass open with his stocky fingers, priming, I assumed, for his cock. As I
looked over my shoulder to where Mike sat on his haunches, face buried in
my ass, I could see him furiously stroking his own cock in time to the
tongue that was darting in and out of my asshole.
	I knew this moment would come to an end soon, but I figured it
would be when I wiped the last bit of cum from my rod onto Andy's face and
when Mike had dumped a creamy load of his own deep inside my bowels, not
when we got caught by someone.
	"I thought I told you boys not to be dicking around,"
Mr. Ledbetter's voice echoed throughout the lower levels of the barn. The
three of us immediately froze and dashed for our clothes. Unfortunately, we
barely had time to disconnect ourselves from one another, much less get
dressed, before Mr. Ledbetter's head popped through the hatch into the
loft.
	"Well, I'll be damned," he said, coming through the hole. "When I
said Andy here liked a good piece of dick, I thought he might find it on
you boys."
	Mike and I looked at each other. Our hardons had deflated quickly,
but the way Mr. Ledbetter was lewdly leering at our shriveling dicks
suddenly caused them to go in reverse, lengthening and standing out.  He
crossed to Andy who was standing silently and unmoving with his jeans
crumpled in front of his crotch.
	"Bend over, son," Mr. Ledbetter chewed into his son's ear.
	"But Dad."
	"I said bend over and let's show your friends what you've got."
	Andy turned and bent over a bale. His slender back tapered into a
beautiful set of asscheeks: hairless and creamy white. Mr. Ledbetter knelt
behind Andy and lowered his nose to his son's crack, breathing deeply.
	"If I'm gonna pay you boys to dick around, then you're really going
to dick around." He stood and removed his t-shirt. Mike and I were too
mortified to move or to speak.
	Mr. Ledbetter boasted a stocky body, covered in thick dark hair
from his neck to his feet. His chest, although not muscular by any means,
was still nicely shaped and hinted that it might have been very nice to
look at once upon a time. He sat down on the bale and unlaced his work
boots and slid his white cotton socks off the end of his foot, which he
then pushed under Andy's nose.
	"There ya go, boy. That's what work smells like. Suck on this for a
while until I'm ready for you to suck something else." Andy, instead of
resisting, readily opened his mouth and inhaled the manly musk of his
father's foot.
	Mr. Ledbetter then undid the button and zipper on his jeans,
showing us exactly what he was so proud of. It rivaled his son's cock in
length, but far surpassed it in girth. It snapped up, popping against his
abdomen. He scratched his balls as if to loosen them from being adhered by
sweat to his legs.
	"Now then.where were you boys before I got here?" He looked from
Mike to me and from me to Andy, who was still ass up over the bale. He
placed a finger on Andy's asshole, rubbing it roughly.
	"Let's see. Andy's ass is still fairly dry so I'm guessing that
neither of you boys had put your dick up there yet. Your cock looks a
little wet so it's been somewhere, either a mouth or an ass. Hmmmm.  Awww,
fuck it. We'll just do something else.
	"Andy, why don't you give your old man what he likes best? And you
boys come here and let me taste what you've got."
	After Mr. Ledbetter laid down on a bale of hay, Andy pushed his
father's legs back and began to ferociously tongue-fuck his ass. Mike and I
stepped forward and shoved our rock-hard cocks in Mr.  Ledbetter's
face. His tongue swiped between his stubbly lips and licked the tip of
Mike's cock, causing him to jump just a little and moan. Then, he opened
his mouth wide and let Mike slide the entire length of his meat into his
mouth. Mike pulled out until only the head was inside Mr. Ledbetter's mouth
and plummeted in again. This old guy, I thought, can really suck a dick!
	While watching my brother get his cock licked and watching Andy rim
his dad's ass, I started to move my fist up and down my cock.
	"Hey, there's no need for any of that," Mr. Ledbetter said, pulling
me closer to him. Mike's cock was still resting on his lips. "There's
plenty of asses and mouths and hands right here. Ain't that right, Andy?"
	Andy, who had a mouthful of ass, just moaned. Mr. Ledbetter turned
so that I could easily push my cock inside his mouth. I felt his tongue
tickling the underside of my cockhead, moving back and forth, as if he were
trying to remove all of the boytaste from it. While he was sucking on my
meat, he was stroking my brother's. And all too soon, he released me from
the warmth of his mouth, saliva leaving a little trail from the tip of my
cock to his lips.
	"Boy, that's tasty. I've had my boy's enough that it's not as fun
as it used to be, but that is a fine dick right here. Hell two fine dicks!
But I really need something else while my boy's licking my butthole down
there. How'd one of you boys like to suck on my rod for a bit?"
	I looked at Mike and before I could think about it, I blurted out
that I was up for it.
	"Good. Now put your head down there next to Andy's so you can suck
my cock good. And swing your ass up here so I can get a good look at it."
	I did exactly what Mr. Ledbetter said, placing my knees on either
side of his head and lowering my head to his monstrous cock.
	"Yeah, look at that asshole. So young and tender and I bet it's
tight. Just right for licking. What are you waiting for down there? Suck my
cock, boy!"
	Andy whispered to me. "Go ahead. I wanna watch you suck my dad's
cock."
	Behind me I felt Mr. Ledbetter's probing fingers pushing into my
ass and a swift lick by his tongue, applying some spit to the hole. I stuck
out my tongue and reached the tip of his cock, which had just a tiny drop
of precum poised at the opening. It was slick and salty, but it was like a
mighty aphrodisiac that urged me to swallow as much of his cock as I could
in one quick gulp.
	"Oh yeah boy. That's it. Take that man's cock down your throat,"
Mr. Ledbetter moaned into my ass. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mike
moving around to watch.
	"Damn, Danny. If I'd known you sucked a dick like that, you'd have
been sucking mine a long time ago."
	It felt like the most natural thing in the world: to have a piece
of manmeat rammed down my throat.
	"Uh huh boy. Feels so nice. One boy sucking my dick and my son
sucking my ass."
	I looked across Andy's back to see his ass rising up in the
air. Mike dropped behind him and stuck his nose into Andy's crack,
tentatively lapping at his tight rosebud. It was incredible! I wished I
could have had a brief out-of-body experience to see what was happening in
this barn loft.
	Mr. Ledbetter had stretched his manly body out across a bale of
hay. One smooth teenger sucked his cock while he licked his ass and another
smooth teenager - his own son - was licking his ass. And to top it all off,
my brother was licking Andy's ass.
	Andy raised out of his dad's ass and turned to Mike.
	"Put it in me. Put your hard cock up my ass and make me ride it."
	Mike wasted no time, dropping a wad of spit on his cockhead and
then slicking it up.  He raised his hips up, even with Andy's ass and
hunched forward slightly. Andy moaned into daddy's ass.
	"Is my son getting his ass fucked?"
	"Yes, daddy. Mike has his hard cock buried in your son's tight ass
and it feels good, daddy. Go for it, Mike. Pound my ass good."
	Mike's pace increased and I was so turned on by watching him screw
Andy's ass that I increased my stroke on Mr. Ledbetter's cock while he
continued alternate fucking me with his tongue and his fingers.
Mr. Ledbetter was really stretching my asshole wide. Everytime he slid in a
finger, I could feel electric shocks down through my cock.
	"Put your ass down on my cock, boy. Let me put in you and fuck your
sweet young ass."
	I was more than ready after his tonguebath on my asshole. I flipped
around while he held his cock straight up for me and I eased down on it.
	"Yeah, boy. Sit on it."
	I went too quickly. The head popped in before I was ready and I
yowled in pain.
	"Just relax and let it go."
	The pain was excruciating but I was growing used to having
Mr. Ledbetter's pecker jammed tightly in my boyass. Instinct took over and
I lowered myself further on to his fuckrod until it was balldeep inside my
hot ass.
	"Oh yeah, boy! I'm all the way in now and your tight ass feels soo
good right now. Now rock on it, just like daddy's rocking horse."
	I followed that instruction. With every lurch, his cockhead thumped
against my prostate and another squirt dribbled out of my dick.
	Behind me, I could hear the animalistic groans and grunts of Mike
plunging deep in Andy's ass.  Ever since Mike started fucking Andy, Andy
had been babbling nonsense obscenities. Against that background noise and
the sensations in my ass and cock, I was close to shooting my first load
with Mr.  Ledbetter.
	"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'm gonna cum. Cum right up your ass!" Mike
shouted. Andy reared back against Mike's chest as Mike shot load after load
straight into Andy's bowels. "Ohhh, yeah. Filling you full with my cum."
	Andy was jerking his cock with renewed fervor now. With just a moan
to announce it, his jism shot outward and landed on the coupling of his
dad's cock and my ass. I felt several spurts land on my ass and trickle
down, further lubricating the pistoning cock.
	"Fuck yeah, boy. Dump your load on this hot boy's ass,"
Mr. Ledbetter bellowed. "I'm gonna cum.  Cum big. Fire this load inside
you."
	Andy was licking his load from his father's cock and my ass when I
started to cum and cum buckets, spraying Mr. Ledbetter's furry chest with
five full volley, even striking him once or twice in the mouth.
	"Sweet boy cum! Yeah, here it cums! Ugh! Ugh UGHHHHH!"
	And there it was. Man cum hosing down my bowels just as I popped
off across this bear daddy's chest. It was incredible as I felt wave after
wave of dickslime bounce off my prostate. The pleasure was so intense that
I fell forward into Mr. Ledbetter and my puddles of cum on his chest,
pulling his cock free of my hole.
	Almost immediately, Andy fastened his mouth to my asshole, draining
it of his daddy's cum, relishing its flavor of manjuice and sweet boy ass.

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