Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 20:45:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baling Hay - Part 3

Baling Hay - Chapter 3

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

by Dick Cannon (dickcannontn@yahoo.com)

	The next morning, Dad was unusually quiet when he woke Mike and I
up to go to the Ledbetter farm. The three of us went about our morning
routine of dressing and breakfast before loading into the cab of Dad's pick
up truck so he could drop us off at Mr. Ledbetter's house.
	"Have a good day, boys," Dad said with a smile as we got out of the
truck. If today was anything like the day before, it would be a very good
day. Dad drove off and Mike and I walked up to the Ledbetter's large
two-story farmhouse. The sun was just beginning to brighten the day and the
grass was still wet with dew.
	Mike knocked on the front screen door, and soon Andy appeared on
the other side, naked from the waist up and barefoot. Even the sight of his
bare torso caused my crotch to tingle just a bit.
	"Come on in, guys," Andy said, smiling from ear to ear. "Dad's
finishing up breakfast and we'll head out to the field."
	I noticed that he and Mike locked eyes as we entered the room, and
Andy conducted a slight rearrangement of his ample package. He led us into
the kitchen and I eyed how his jeans rested, low-slung on his almost
girlish hips. Mr. Ledbetter was seated at the head of the table, finishing
his coffee, and today I noticed exactly how handsome he was. Yesterday was
an old guy. Today he was an attractive - almost hunky - man. I figured he
stood about 6'3" and weighed in at about 230 pounds. Dark warm swirls of
hair covered his wide forearms and disappeared in the arms of his t-shirt,
only to escape again just near his neck.  He turned when he entered the
room and his smile curved upwards and crinkled the corners of his eyes.
	"Mornin', boys," he said. "You boys ready to get to work?
	I think he winked but I couldn't be sure.
	An overweight woman moved slowly through the kitchen, clearing
plates from where the other four members of the Ledbetter clan had polished
off breakfast. I had heard Andy say in school that his mother passed away
just after his youngest brother was born. After that, the big family needed
someone to handle the housekeeping so Mr. Ledbetter's widowed sister moved
in to take care of them.
	Besides Andy who was my age and Sarah who was Mike's age, there was
an older brother, Clark, who had graduated from high school a few years
earlier, and there was a young brother, Richie, who was probably 11 or 12.
	"Lemme get my boots on and we'll get started," Mr. Ledbetter
said. A few minutes later the four of us were walking out to the barn.
	"Since we got kinda carried away yesterday afternoon,"
Mr. Ledbetter said with a chuckle, " we need to finish putting the hay away
in the loft." With that the day's work started.
	After finishing up in the barn a couple of hours later, we headed
out to the field to finish loading the bales onto the trailer. The sun was
starting rise high and hot in the sky, and the summer's mugginess and heat
was plastering my t-shirt to my back. Andy drove the truck through the
field. I manned the flatbed trailer, pushing the bales into place, while
Mike and Mr. Ledbetter followed along, tossing the bales of hay on to the
bed.
	Throughout the day, the sexual energy running among the four of us
was pretty high, although we worked almost wordlessly. The more harder I
worked, the sweatier I got and the hornier I became. And this seemed like
the hottest day so far this year. I couldn't wait until the end of the day
to see how it would end.
	At lunch we broke for a few minutes for the sandwiches and the
water that Sarah brought out to the field. But immediately after lunch, we
were back at work. By two in the afternoon, we were finished with the first
field and headed to the barn to put the load away.
	Like most farms in our area, the Ledbetter's farm was pretty
multi-functional with beef cattle, soybean fields, corn fields, and hay
fields that generated the feed for the cattle for the winter and a little
income when the hay could be sold to other farmers. Hay season was twice
during the year, early summer and late summer, and in between I at least
hoped that we would be able to pick up odd jobs on the Ledbetter farm. And
for me, stay involved in this almost overwhelming sexual heat that my young
cock was leading me into.
	As the afternoon got later, I had given up on the prospect of any
further sex -- probably forever, as far as that goes. But soon, we had the
last of the hay put away and it still seemed early. Mr. Ledbetter pulled
his watch from his pocket and looked at the time.
	"Well boys, good work today," he said. "You worked hard. Let's go
cool off."
	Cool off?? I didn't want to cool off. I wanted jerk down Andy's
pants and bury my nose under his nuts, and smell the aroma of man, sweat
and work. I wanted Mike to suck my cock down my throat like he did last
night. And I wanted Mr. Ledbetter to push his fat cock deep inside my ass
and fuck me til I shot rockets of cum across a sixty-nining Mike and
Andy. I didn't want to cool off. I wanted things to heat up!
	Needless to say, I was pretty fucking disappointed. Pissed off
even. So I'm sure I was pretty sullen as I just followed Mike, Andy and
Mr. Ledbetter to the truck, and got in. I didn't even ask where we were
going. I piled in the back with Mike and Andy, and the truck took off down
a small dirt road that ran along the edge of the Ledbetter's farm
	It was bumpy, and tried as I might I couldn't hold on very well and
one bump tossed me face first into Andy's crotch.
	"Careful," Andy sneered. "Don't break it."
	"Where are we going," Mike asked?
	"Down to the creek," Andy said. "Hey, um, you guys didn't mind what
happened yesterday afternoon, did you?"
	There was a very pregnant pause while Mike and I looked at each
other and without a word, debated what the right answer was. Yes meant that
it wouldn't happen again. No meant we might be queer.  Choices, choices,
choices, choices.
	"Hell, it was fucking great," Mike answered for the both of us. "I
couldn't fucking believe that it was happening. It was so hot." Then he
cast a look my way.
	"It was so hot that I had Danny fuck me last night."
	Andy's eyes brightened and shot a look toward our crotches.
	"You mean you don't mind playing around with me and my dad?"
	"Naw, not a bit, man," Mike said. "Your dad's cool. I thought our
dad was cool, but no way he would ever think about messing around with
other guys."
	By now the road was pretty shady and was descending into a cool
dark hollow. The talk had generated boners all around. Mike and Andy were
pretty openly groping theirs through their jeans. I could see the outline
of both cocks, the fleshy helmets and the long shaft of Andy's and the
stocky one of Mike's.
	The truck rolled to a stop and Mr. Ledbetter got out.
	"How about a little dip?" he asked and he disappeared through the
trees, down a little path. We quickly followed him down the path that
extended about 100 yards before exiting at the creek. The Ledbetters had
apparently been working on creating a nice little hideaway down here. A
rock dam blocked the creek, creating a deep inviting pool of cool water. A
small wooden dock crossed one end of the pool and a rope swing hung down
from the trees.
	"C'mon boys.last one in is a rotten egg," Mr. Ledbetter shouted
out. He was on the end of the dock, pulling his t-shirt over his head. Mike
and Andy began undressing beside me, but I was captivated by
Mr. Ledbetter's manly striptease. Sitting on the edge of the dock, he
removed his work boots and shoes, and then stood to drop his dirty
jeans. He stood there in his white briefs, looking right at me, before
sliding his fingers in the front pouch to the growing mound of flesh there
and pushing his briefs over his meaty thighs and stepped out of them. His
half-bloated cock rested in a dark tangle of pubic hair, hanging over a
pair of golf-ball sized nuts. And then he jumped into the pool.
	Mike and Andy were already naked, playing around and feeling each
other up on the dock, goosing each other in the ribs, and pinching each
other on the ass. And then Mike pushed Andy into the creek, and then jumped
in after him.
	Apparently, I was the rotten egg. I hadn't even undressed yet.
	"Hey, look who's the rotten egg!" Andy shouted from the middle of
the pool. "Dad, what happens to the rotten egg?"
	"The rotten egg will have to get in to find out."
	I couldn't undress fast enough. I shucked my t-shirt while kicking
off my tennis shoes. I pushed down my jeans and pulled off my socks. I
stood up straight and pushed down my boxers. My cock was already rock hard,
and it snapped against my stomach. I straightened and gave my cock a few
quick strokes to the delight of the men in the water, and for the first
time in my life, felt really free to be who I wanted to be and do what I
wanted to do. And then I dove in.
	The water was cooler than I expected, and I swam out to where the
others were. They were laughing and playing. As I swam by, Mr. Ledbetter
pulled me to him, grasping my back against his furry chest. I could feel
his hard cock bobbing between my legs. Mr. Ledbetter slipped his hand down
my chest and stroked my cock under the water. Mike swam over and fastened
his mouth over my left nipple. Andy followed suit and did the same to my
right. The sensations were incredible while I was floating there against
Mr. Ledbetter's body while his son and my brother sucked on my nipples,
stopping only to tongue the other's lips. Mr. Ledbetter's grip on my cock
was sending me into orbit.
	Mike and Andy swam over to the dock and climbed out, stretching out
on the dock. Mike lowered his mouth into Andy's crotch, sucking all of him
inside down to his nuts. While he bent over Andy, Mike was slowly stroking
his own cock, ass in air and Andy running his hands through Mike's hair.
	Mr. Ledbetter and I bobbed in the water while we watched the other
guys on the dock. He kept kissing my neck, running his stubble along my
shoulder, all the while gently stroking my cock, playing with my balls, and
prodding my asshole with the tip of his cock. I wanted him inside me so
badly.
	"Let's get out," he whispered in my ear. We broke apart and joined
the others at the dock. Mr.  Ledbetter sat me on the edge while Mike
continued to deep throat Andy's prick behind us. With me on the dock, my
own boycock was level with Mr. Ledbetter's face and he sank his face on
it. He grasped my cock in his rough hand while he ran the tongue up and
down the underside of the shaft. Mike and Andy joined me and thrust their
hard cocks into my face. I alternated between the two, sucking each eagerly
while they kissed over me. I was sucking with a vengeance, enjoying the
feel of a cock in my mouth, and I knew there was nothing more natural in
the world.
	Mr. Ledbetter pushed me back, exposing my asshole to his tongue. He
swabbed my entire ass with it, returning occasionally to the center, poking
his tongue into my tight pucker. With me on my back, it was easy for Mike
to straddle my head and lower his ass to my mouth, suffocating me with the
intoxicating aroma that lingered of ass and sweat, even after playing
around in the water. I darted my tongue rapidly against the dark little
rosebud of my brother's ass and his moans told me he was enjoying it
immensely.  They also told me that Andy's boner was buried ball-deep in his
mouth.
	I made a mental note to myself: Be the rotten egg more often.
	"Man, that's some sweet ass," Mr. Ledbetter pulled away and climbed
onto the dock. "I can't wait to climb in there and fuck it."
	"Yeah, Mr. Ledbetter," I found myself saying around Mike's
asshole. "I want you to fuck me."
	"Well, first of all, you need to call me Bill," he said. "And
second of all, I'd like nothing better to fuck the living hell out of that
ass."
	He pushed my legs back against Mike's back, and began prodding my
asshole with first one stubby finger and then another, opening it up for
the assault I knew was coming. Mike lay down next to me and pulled his
knees to his chest, indicating to Andy what he should do. He took his place
next to his dad and started to fuck my brother.
	As Bill (that would take some getting used to) slid his fat fucker
into my asshole, I turned my head to Mike who met my mouth with a hot
fucking kiss. He moaned into my mouth when Andy pushed the entire length of
his prick deep inside his asshole, pushing against his prostate. I could
see the precum start to dribble from Mike's cock.
	The two Ledbetter men threw themselves into that hot fuck, pounding
our asses and working up a sweat in the late afternoon heat. Bill was
throwing a good one too, sliding all the way out and then pushing it back
in all the way to his fuzzy nuts. He was babbling hot obscenities.
	"Fucking hot boy ass. Tearing this ass up. You want me to fuck you
harder? Huh, boy? Say it! Say you want this piece of manmeat inside you."
	Mike and I were jerking out cocks in perfect rhythm to the fucking
in our asses. After being worked up most of the day, I was getting close to
cumming. And it was going to be a geyser I could tell. All of a sudden
Mr. Ledbetter started moaning and grunting.
	"Yeah! Oh yeah! Fucking yeah! Gonna cum, boy! Gonna shoot it all
over you, baby boy!"
	He pulled it out and shot the first rope of juicy jism right across
my lips, drowning my face in his cum. Cum ran down my cheek and there was
still more coming. Because I fisted my cock to finish off, blowing my load
across my smooth stomach.
	Mike and Andy took a place next to me and started doing the
same. Bill leaned over to take Andy's nipple in his mouth while both Mike
and Andy started spraying their loads all over me, my stomach, my face, my
crotch. I was covered in cum and I was in heaven. I looked up and saw these
three men, chests heaving, all three locked in a passionate kiss, cocks
dripping. And they remembered I was there, and they feel to start licking
the thick cum loads from my skin.

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