Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 04:49:44 EDT From: jediplight@aol.com Subject: LABORER OF LOVE This story depicts fictional intimate encounters between an adult male and a minor male. Any similarity between this story and real life situations is purely coincidental. Beware of the laws and statutes of your area, and where prohibited you may not view this story legally. If you are 18 you are also prohibited from reading this story. Otherwise, read on... A LABORER OF LOVE The storm was whipping rain up against the plate glass of the coffee shop in sheets, sounding worse by the minute. I zipped my jacket up a little more, continuing to look across the want-ads for work. The coffee was hot and the conversation was little, but neither seemed to help me find any ranch or farm type work. I'd been doing this for, oh, I guess 10 or 11 years now, and it never seemed to get old or tiresome. I loved the open country, the smell of the sky in the morning, the feeling of the night's dampness in the air. I could hand-plow a field or rebuild a tractor engine. I could build a barn, or lay the foundation for a house. I loved the work, and the feel of the earth. Under the open sky of the Great Plains, there was no equal. I'd hitched a ride into town earlier, and would've ridden farther except it was raining so darned hard my driver couldn't see the road. So, he'd gone his way and I had wandered down a couple blocks to the main eatery. "You want another cup of coffee, Mister?" the waitress asked. "Yeah, thanks, I guess so. Say, you wouldn't happen to know if anyone needs a ranch hand of sorts, would you? I am in town and looking for some work." Looking me up and down and smiling a sort of smirk, I got a "Maybe" for a response... Well, I hadn't meant it like THAT. Not that I hadn't gotten that look and response before. Being in my early 40's was hidden well beneath my trim waist, fairly good physique, sun-blonded hair, and well-shaven face. People usually guessed me to be 29, or 31. On top of it all, I wasn't like that. I mean, I didn't just advertise myself for a roll in the hay, or accept one for room and board. Plus, I hadn't wanted a woman in a long, long time. "What kind of work ya used to doing?" she asked, swaggering those hips a little. "Marnie! Quit flirting with the new guy and get over here and get this breakfast over to the guy a the end of the bar," the cook (and apparently the boss) boomed. "Yeah, yeah. Be right there," she crowed back, winking at me as she turned on her heels and sauntered off to the cook. Whew! I downed a couple slugs of coffee and sat the cup down, noticing the other waitress eyeing me. She organized a few things at two tables on the way over to mine, and paused for a moment in front of me. "Are you looking for work?" she asked. I smiled, "Now, how did you know?" She burst out giggling for a moment, and then put her hand over her mouth. "Yeah, I know. But she means well." "Uh, yeah, it was pretty obvious what she meant," I returned, "but, no harm done." "But, yes, I am looking for work." She sorta took this business-like poise, and said, "Well, I need someone to do some repairs in the stable, fix my stairwell in the house, and probably re-roof the porch as soon as the storm quits." She hesitated. "But...It is only me and my son Timmy there. So if there's the slightest idea or intention to try anything..." I waived my hand in the air dismissing the last statement. "There's a guest house attached to the garage," she continued, "and if you want to accept you can stay there. You are welcomed to eat breakfast and dinner with us, but I am out to work during the day so you'll have to get lunch on your own here in town. I pay fair wages over and above the room and board, payable every Friday." "The name's Rick," I said, and stuck my hand out to shake hers. "The name's Amy," she replied, and shook my hand. "When would you like me to start?" I asked. "Well, I can't get away until after 6pm, when I am off, but I can take you down there and show you your room during lunch, so you can get out of your damp clothes and get oriented," she offered. I looked at my watch. 10:30a, so a couple hours to go. "Well, let me see," and she turned to the cook/boss and asked if she could run down to her house for about half an hour. He growled a bit but let her go. She drove us about 1 miles or so in the pouring rain, and we pulled up to a nice two-story ranch house near the edge of town. We hurried inside and she showed me to my room in the guest house. She left Timmy a note that he would see on the way in explaining that she'd hired me, and to leave me alone until she got home. Timmy, she explained, was in the 7th grade and would be home just after 2:35, when school got out. I said no problem, it would take me a couple hours to get situated anyway, and that I'd probably take a nap. She thanked me, we shook hands, and she was out the door. Unpacking and setting out stuff took about half an hour, then it was a nice LONG hot shower. Some days hot showers feel better than others, and this one needed to take the chill out of the bones. It was heavenly. I laid on my bed afterwards with only my bath towel on and closed my eyes, drifting slowly to sleep. I awoke to a slight rustling in the room, and woke to find a young boy popping his head through my doorway. "Are you Rick?" he asked. "Yup. Are you Timmy?" "Uh-huh," he replied. "How long you staying?" "Well, that's up to your mom, but I would guess I'll be here until the work that needs doing is done." "Am I bothering you?" Timmy asked, stepping into the room a bit. He was wearing a soaked hat and jacket, levi's, and sneakers. "Nah. I was just snoozing and catching up on a bit of sleep. I wasn't dressed for company, so please excuse my appearance," I politely answered. He pulled his hat off and shook his hair loose, revealing an ample supply of light brown w/sun blonded hair. Together with his handsome face and greenish eyes this boy was considerably good looking! "Well, ok," he replied, "I should be getting to my room to change to dry clothes and do my English homework. Talk to ya later." "Sounds good to me," I said, "bye for now," and with that he was off. I put my hands behind my head, and relaxed a little and fell back asleep for a while longer. The rain continued to fall, aiding in my slumber. As it began to darken, I awoke, and remembered that soon Amy would be home to say hi and give me a rundown of what needed doing. I got up and shucked my towel, and walked over to my dresser for a pair of boxers. I was pulling them on and was turning toward the door when I noticed that it was not only open, but that Timmy was standing there holding a school paper, just preparing to speak and probably say hello when he saw my naked butt facing him. His mouth was hanging open as I turned, and for whatever reason I froze. Uh, that is, all except for my exposed manhood, which began to enlarge somewhat. I pulled my boxers up and said, "Hi Timmy. Sorry, didn't hear you there at my door." "No," he said, "it was my fault. I should've knocked louder. Um, I, um, should probably go. Yeah, I need to take a shower before dinner. Ok, uh, I will see you later." And with that he set his paper down and exited the room. I finished dressing, and then determined that I would go strike up a conversation with Timmy to sort of diffuse the awkwardness of the earlier situation. I noticed the school paper on my table and thought this would be a good entrance point, so off I went. I entered the kitchen from the guest house/barn area, and immediately said, "Timmy?" "Timmy?" No answer, so I went to the living room, same results. I climbed the stairs, and couldn't remember which room was where, so I went left first. Nope, Amy's room. Right. Timmy's room. OK, but no Timmy. I sorta leaned in the room and placed the school paper on his bed when his bathroom door opened and amidst a cloud of steam out came Timmy, toweling himself off from a hot shower. He was probably about as shocked as I was, and covered himself immediately, but not before I noticed a completely erect boyhood of ample proportions with light brown/blondish hair around it. I looked right at it and he saw me looking. "Oops, sorry," I apologized, "I was just bringing the school paper you'd left in my room." "Uh, ok, cool," he said, "thanks." He wrapped the towel around himself, but it didn't really help all that much. I turned away and went back to my room, completely unable to get my mind off the boy I had just seen. He was fairly muscular for a boy of 12-13, and his boyhood was nicely developed. On top of all that, not only was he just about as cute as could be, but he'd happened onto seeing me naked and I the same with him all in the same day. I was amidst these thoughts when Amy knocked on my door. "Hi, how are you doing? Did you meet Timmy?" "Ok, fine. Got all my stuff placed and took a nap. Yeah, Timmy happened by said hello and asked if I was Rick," I smiled. "Well, ok, but if he pesters you in any way, you tell him to scoot. He's got plenty to keep him busy without getting in your way," she advised. I nodded, "No problem." "OK, dinner in about 10 minutes, I am just reheating some leftover chili and cornbread." "That sounds fine, Amy, I'll be there in about 10 minutes." We talked at dinner for a long time, her asking questions about me, and my asking questions about the house and what needed fixing. Timmy interjected occasionally with his own questions about me, and offering his ideas as to what needed to be done around the house and barn. They both seemed like pretty nice people, and I avoided the obvious question as to where the man of the house was, feeling like this was probably a level or two of familiarity above where I was qualified to go. "How come you left your last job?" Timmy asked. "It was over and the work was done," I replied. "What did you do," Amy inquried. "We put in about 4 miles of barbed wire fence, and poured a concrete driveway," I dutifully answered. "Were you ever married?" Timmy coyly asked. Amy opened her mouth to protest, but I held up my hand. "Yes, I was, but it was a long time ago." "Don't you like girls anymore?" he asked quickly before Amy could stop him. "Timmy!" she intoned. I laughed, and said disarmingly, "Yes, sure. Yes I guess girls are just fine. It's OK Amy, it was a fair question." Amy attemtped to divert the conversation. "So, Timmy, how was your day? Anything interesting happen today?" He shrugged, and looked at me. "Timmy," I began... ...and felt a light kick to my leg under the table. I could hardly keep from smiling. "...weren't you saying you had some totally interesting English homework?" Timmy rolled his eyes, and smiled, "Oh, yeah, English is SO interesting." We all laughed. Timmy put his socked feet on top of my thighs, resting them there for the balance of the dinner. I was in my room later when Timmy knocked. "Hi Timmy, what's up?" I asked. "Oh, nothing, just thought I'd come over to see how you are doing," he fibbed. He sat down in my chair as I folded a few clothes and re-organized my dresser drawers. "Is something on your mind?" I tried. "Well, sorta. I wanted to thank you for not telling mom about what happened earlier, that's all." "Hey, no problem, Timmy. I don't know how I would have gone about explaining that one anyway!" I laughed. He laughed too, "yeah, really." He looked at me with those sparkly green eyes and point-blank asked, "How come you don't like girls anymore?" "I do like girls," I defended. "But you like guys more." It was a statement, not a question. I paused for what seemed like about two decades while I searched for an appropriate response, but it was not quick enough. "Me too," he said, "so if you don't tell mom, neither will I." And with that he got up and walked across the room, gave me a big hug, and went out the door to go to his room. I did house repairs as best I could considering Storm #1 was followed by Storm #2 and #3, resulting in a near record-setting number of rainy days. Timmy came around and helped occasionally, handing me nails, holding a board, showing me where stuff was, all the while asking me questions about me, my life, and my experiences. Occasionally when Amy wasn't around he would ask questions about boy-stuff, particularly about boy-boy stuff, and I answered him as best I could, letting him know he was getting my opinion, not necessarily rock solid fact. He didn't always give me a hug before he went to bed, but it was occasional enough for me to notice that he made it more the rule than the exception. He was a sweetheart of a kid, vulnerable yet gutsy, aloof yet caring. One day he asked the inevitable questions about male-male sex. How. Where. Why. It was already understood between us that our conversations were our own, and in that we trusted each other 100%. I was doing pretty good until he asked if I'd ever made love to a boy. I paused for an awfully long time, and he said, "Come on Rick, you know I won't tell." "Yeah, I know. But answering this one is a bit more serious. You know the laws are very strict on that kind of stuff. If anyone ever found out my real answer, my goose would be cooked." He sat closer to me, and put his hand on my shoulder, "Rick, how can anyone else find out if you only tell me?" "OK, yes, I have." "Why?" he asked. "Well, Timmy, because I came to know this young boy very well, cared about him very much, and the feelings just sort of came up. I didn't tell him anything about them, he sorta just noticed and asked me what was going on and he kept asking until I told him the truth. Then he confessed to me he wished the same things. We hugged for a long time, kinda crying and stuff, and he said it was ok, he wanted to experience man/boy love, so we did. For a pretty long time, until my job was done and I moved on to another one." "How long were you there at that job?" Timmy asked. "For about three years. He was about 13 and we were together until he was about 16." Timmy was quiet for a long time, and then hugged me tightly. "Thanks," he said. "No problem," I said, "thank you for asking." He nodded, and I pressed my cheek against the top of his head. It was obvious he needed someone he could talk to and trust, and who trusted him. "Timmy, if you ever need to talk to me about anything, no matter what, I will gladly help you out," I offered. He nodded again, and hugged me a bit tighter. Did I detect a sniffle? I let it be, and didn't follow it up, giving the kid a chance to just let it out without being questioned about it or asked why. He finally let loose a bit and wiped his eyes and nose, and smiled kinda weakly. "Sorry," he apologized, " I didn't mean to blubber all over you." "It's ok with me. I'd rather it be boy-blubber than other-blubber, anyway," I joked. He gave a muffled laugh, and sniffed once, and stood up. "Well, guess I better be getting to bed," he said. "You ok?" I asked. He nodded, "Yeah, I think so. It was just real good to talk to you. Thanks," and he gave me a soft brief goodnight kiss on the forehead and turned and left. Mr. Weather continued beating the tar out of us for the next day, with thundershowers likely for the night. I had made good indoor progress on the repairs, Amy was happy as a clam. Timmy was a constant helper once his homework was done, and I had some of the best company of my life. I didn't know how much longer I'd be at this ranch, but for now it was heaven on earth. After a solid day of work, and after minor chit-chat, we all hit the hay. And then mother nature hit us with thunder and lightening almost beyond belief. It went on for hours, and after some time, there was a knock at my door. "Who is it?" "Timmy." "Come on in." He sheepishly came in, holding a sleeping bag. I sorta half-laughed, and smiled. "I tried to sleep in my room, my mom's room, the living room, everywhere except the bathroom and here. I figured it might be a little less noisy here because of the guest house being inside the barn." Just then the thunder nearly took off the roof. We both laughed and I said, "You are welcomed to my floor, young man. However, I can't guarantee that Mother Nature will give you any less noise here." He rolled out his sleeping bag, and hopped in. I rolled over, and nodded off as best I could, but no sooner I nodded off than the hugest thunderclap of the night roared. It was as if Timmy's body was squirted out of his sleeping bag at about Mach 2 and right into the side of and under my covers, with the boy clamping onto me like a second skin. "Holy GEEZE your hands are cold!" I exclaimed. He laughed almost uncontrollably followed by my joining in. He was really frozen, though. I had him lay with his back to me, curled up, and I did a "spoons" fit around him to keep him warm for awhile until he thawed out. We fell asleep, I think. When I awoke a little while later, we were still "spoons", but I had an amply stimulated raging hardon pressing vertically against the upward length of his butt crack. I don't know if he was awake or not, but he pressed against me with his butt, making our body contact tighter. I assumed he was trying to keep warm, that is, until he moved his butt up and down, basically jacking me off with his butt crack through our underwear. I must've groaned a little, although I tried not to. When I did, Timmy straightened his body out and rolled over to face me, eyes wide open and staring into mine. His eyes said it all. He wanted to. He inched forward, pressing his frontal body against mine, his hardon against mine, his chest against mine. He simply nodded his head up and down. "Timmy..." I began. "Ssssshhhhh" he said quietly, placing his finger to my lips to silence me. He kissed me on my chest. Whatever defenses I thought I had were very rapidly melting away. Timmy reached down and rubbed himself a little though his underwear. In doing so, he rubbed his hands against my throbbing member, too. "Timmy, are you sure?" I asked. He again nodded. "Rick, I need this, and I have got to sometime. I want it to be with you." "Have you ever cum before, Timmy?" He shook his head no. "Not even when you did it by yourself?" Again, he shook his head no. "Ok, this is gonna be pretty intense, so do your best, and I mean BEST, to keep your noise level down." He started giggling. I couldn't help but giggle too. He was SO CUTE! I got up and locked my door, and crawled back in with Timmy. "Ok, we don't have to go any farther than you want, or do anything at all that you don't want. Understand?" Timmy nodded. "Go ahead and slip your underwear off if you want." Whoosh! They were tossed over to the sleeping bag. I slipped my off too, and pressed my body up against Timmy's as he had done with me. We were both pre-cumming already, and so the juices allowed for a little bit of nice slippery pumping action against each others stiff cocks. "Ok," I warned, "I am gonna suck your weenie. It will feel absolutely awesome, followed by it building up almost like an intense "having to go pee" feeling, more and more and more. What will happen is that your weenie muscle will go nuts and start contracting itself over and over again, and your sperm may come out. If it doesn't, no problem, it will still feel absolutely great. If it does come out, you will most definitely know it. In EITHER case, don't cry out loud, try to muffle it, ok?" Timmy nodded his head, "Ok." "You sure about this, Timmy?" "Heck yeah!" I gave him a kiss on his forehead, and worked my way down. Nipples. Down the center of his stomach. Down his right leg a ways then back up the inside to the balls. Down the left leg then back up the inside to the balls. He was arching up big time. I nuzzled his balls with my nose, then licked up his scrotum to the base of his penis, then up the underside to the tip. "Rick, this feels GREAT!" he whispered loudly. "SSShhh! We aren't even there yet, hang on!" I whispered back. With that, I licked his penis head, up and down his shaft, grazed my lips side to side over the top of his straining member. "It's building up real bad," Timmy said. "OK," I replied. I put my mouth over his penis, and just rested there for a second to give him a chance to get used to it. Slowly, I bobbed up and down, pausing occasionally to lick the tip or graze my lips across the tip. "Oh, man. Rick, I can hardly stand it!" he gasped. I sped up my tempo, and his dick hardened. I caressed and gently squeezed his balls with one hand, and with the other lightly grazed over his butt hole, all the while bobbing rapidly. "Ugh! Oh! UUUUUuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh! <<>><<>> He came long and hard, his body arched up and frozen motionless for seconds, then slowly and gently he lowered himself back down to the flat of the bed. I finished swallowing and licking him clean and came up for air. He had tears in his eyes and was smiling bigger than I'd ever seen. "Are you ok?" I asked. He nodded, "Oh yeah, like, really oh yeah." And he hugged me and thanked me. "You know, I notice that your poor ole weenie is still stiff. Normally, probably once is enough, but you might have a slight extra buildup of fluids that are requiring my services," I smiled. He smiled extra big and his eyes nearly shone like flashlights, and he nodded, "Ok, if you want." "Oh, I definitely want. OK with you?" He nodded, "But then it's your turn," and he smiled. I descended on his penis, and I knew it wouldn't be too much time at all. I caressed his butthole a little earlier, using some saliva to make it slippery, and fondled his balls all the while. He went real stiff when I grazed my lips back and forth across his penis, so I kept doing that. "Yeah! Like that Rick. Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I am cumming again!" and indeed, he cut loose with even more volume than the first time. He held my head with his hands, and pumped his penis in and out rapidly, body going totally stiff when he ejaculated. "Wow," he expressed. "I think time #1 and #2 are tied for how much they blew me away." "I thought I blew you away," I joked. He smiled big and said, "We'll see about that," and he lowered himself beneath the blankets and began imitating what I'd done, nearly motion for motion. He was doing fantastic, with almost no tooth action at all! "Timmy?" He came up, "What?" "You don't have to do it all the way, Timmy. I can just..." He put his finger across my lips again, and smiled, descending to his chosen task. I could tell I was gonna cum a lot, and I said so. He just patted me on the stomach, as if to say don't worry, it's ok. He began jacking me and sucking as deeply as he could, increasing his suction, and massaging my butt hole at the same time. "Aw yeah, Timmy. Aw yeah. Now, Timmy, now!" and I released a huge squirt followed by 3-4 more smaller ones. Timmy had backed his mouth off to only his lips being on my tip, so there was more room in his mouth for the volume. He swallowed twice, and came up face to face with me. "Did I do ok?" he asked, seriously. "OK would've been a 4 or a 5. You did a 9 or a 10." I ruffled his hair, hugged him, and kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, Timmy, you did WAY OK." "Cool," he replied. "Hey, Rick?" "What?" "Thanks for trusting me." "You're welcome, Timmy. You too." The thunder stopped, but I don't think either of us moved for the rest of the night. It was just too perfect. And we knew it. Submitted by jediplight@aol.com.