Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2018 16:07:41 -0500 From: Robert Heard Subject: Barnyard Initiation It was my thirteenth year and the summer between seventh and eighth grades. I lived in a small rural community in the Midwest and was planning my summer vacation. Vacation was not really the right word; I was planning to get a summer job. There were plenty of farms in the area that hired local students, so my plan was to get hired at one of these. At thirteen I wasn't exactly well-muscled, but I was a healthy kid nonetheless. I excelled at gym class and enjoyed the hard work of a farm. I had helped neighbors over the years as well as my grandparents and had a good feel for what the work was like. I was confident that I could do it. And so was Mr. Evanson. He had heard that I was looking for a summer job and had approached me in town about working at his farm and ranch. He had a small farm with a number of cattle and swine and needed some extra help over the summer. He already employed another student, a high school senior named Erik Thompson, but wanted to bring on a younger guy to train. Erik would be graduating in the next year and leaving for college. If things worked out, this could end up being a long-term job for me. Mr. Evanson had told me to arrive at his farm on Saturday morning at 8 a.m. He wouldn't be there as he had business several towns over, but Erik would be and he would show me the ropes. Saturday rolled around and I rode my bike to the farm and arrived about fifteen minutes early. Erik had just pulled up in his pickup truck and was getting out as I rode up. "Hey, you must be Chris," he said, extending his hand. I grasped it and gave him a firm shake. "You've done this before, I heard." "Yeah, I have," I responded. "My grandparents owned a small ranch. I've also helped out some neighbors." "Cool," he said. "You'll like it here. The work is hard sometimes, but Mr. Evanson pays well and he's a great boss. He trusts you to do your job and doesn't micromanage you, you know?" I nodded knowingly even though I had never been micromanaged and wasn't sure what it was like. Erik motioned for me to follow him toward the barn. In the field to the west were the cattle, to the east were the swine, a typical ranch setup. It smelled like it too. We entered the barn and Erik showed me around. There was all the typical feeding, watering, and moving hay around, as well as the ever-enjoyable manure shoveling, a "shitty job," Erik jokingly said as we both laughed. We began our morning chores, making sure the animals were fed and watered, then proceeded to use pitchforks to move some hay bales and eventually reload the feeders. At about 11 a.m. we stopped for a break. Erik walked over to a water spigot and used his hand to funnel some cool water into his mouth. I did the same. "So is Mr. Evanson gone a lot?" I asked as we drank. "Yeah. He does a lot of agricultural business outside of his farm," Erik answered. "He trusts us to do our jobs so he can be away so much." "How long have you been working here?" I asked, curious to learn more about my coworker and supervisor. "Three years," he smiled. "I started about your age, in the eighth grade." We finished drinking and stood there in the barn. The day was comfortably warm but not hot, the perfect kind of day. "You seem pretty cool. Do you want to know what the best part of working here is?" Erik asked, a wry smile on his face. "Sure," I shrugged, eager to learn more. "The best part of working here is all the alone time you get." I nodded as though I understood, though I didn't. "I'm going to let you in on a secret, Chris. Can I trust you?" "Sure," I responded, nodding. I liked Erik and wanted him to like me too. "Here's the big secret, kid: These animals, the cows especially, they love sucking cock." I stood there stunned, my eyes wide and my mouth agape. I had heard stories of farm boys having their first sexual experiments with a ranch animal, but I had never heard anyone speak of it so openly. Was Erik actually confessing to this? "Am I freaking you out?" he asked, still smiling. "Uh, no," I stammered, still stunned. "I mean, I've heard guys talk, you know. I mean, but I never -- you know." Erik nodded knowingly. "I used to hear the same talk. I didn't really believe it until it happened to me one day." "What happened?" I asked, still shocked but now curious. "I was fourteen, about your age, and I was working alone one morning. I stepped off to the side of the barn to take a piss. I had finished but before I could put it away this cow came up and started sucking on it." My eyes grew bigger. "I know what you're thinking. Weird, right?" I nodded slowly. "I thought so too. But damn, Chris, that cow sucked my cock good. I stood there while she worked me over. I shot the biggest fucking load of my life. She nearly brought me to my knees." Although I was still shocked by this conversation, I was also becoming aroused. I could feel my stiffening prick pressing against the front of my jeans and hoped that Erik wouldn't notice. I looked over at the cattle as they fed and drank. "After that I started letting them suck my cock whenever I could. Those cows may not look pretty, but man, they suck like a motherfucker and don't stop till they drain you," he said, a wicked smile on his face. We stood there in silence for a few minutes, both of us looking at the cattle. Finally, Erik broke the silence. "You interested?" he asked. I wasn't sure how to answer but found my head nodding yes. And by this time my cock was totally stiff. "Come on. You'll like it." And with that he motioned me to follow him. He climbed over the wooden fence separating us from the cows and I followed him. Once inside the feeding area, Erik unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. A second later he had pulled them and his boxers down to his knees, his stiff cock jutting out to the open air. Just then a cow mooed loudly, moved forward, and took his rod into its mouth! I stood there stunned. Erik smiled. "Damn, that's good!" he gasped. "Once these things get your cock, they suck hard and don't let go. You want to try it? It doesn't hurt." Building up my nerve, I stepped forward and followed Erik's example. I undid my jeans and pulled them down. Within seconds another cow stepped forward, appearing eager for my stiff pole. The cow's mouth was hot and wet and its tongue was initially rough, but I liked it. Man, I really liked it. Erik was right. I couldn't believe the suction this animal was putting on me. I don't think I could have pulled out even if I'd wanted to. As the cows did their deed, Erik and I moaned in pleasure. This was exhilarating! I had stroked my cock by hand a number of times but had never gotten off hands-free. I could tell I was definitely getting off today. "Don't feel bad if you don't last long," Erik said. "I didn't either." I was glad he said that because between the cow's sucking and Erik's groaning, I knew I wouldn't hold out much longer. The cows continued their fervent sucking, seemingly intent on taking our cum and milking us dry. I finally reached a point where I couldn't hold back anymore. My boner was throbbing with pleasure and I could feel my orgasm rising. My body started to tremble, my lips quivered, and my hips began to thrust back and forth in search of release. And what a release I got. My orgasm hit like nothing I had experienced before. My eyes crossed and rolled back in my head as my body shook violently, convulsing through an earth-shattering climax. I heard myself cry out uncontrollably, my adolescent voice cracking, "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ahh!! Ahh!! Ugh!! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Erik was right, I damn near went to my knees. The release was unbelievable, but that cow just kept sucking my rod, taking spurt after spurt of my teenage jizz into its mouth and swallowing it. At that moment Erik cut loose as well. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohh!! OOOHHHHH!!!" he screamed, his body trembling and thrusting wildly into the cow's mouth. I watched as his body continued to shake. Clearly he was having as intense of a cum as I had. Within moments it was over. As we both went limp, the cows released our spent cocks and walked away. We both stood there in a post-orgasmic haze. "Pretty fucking good, huh?" Erik asked, a broad smile across his face. "Holy shit, yes!" I answered breathlessly. "So, you do this all the time?" I asked hopefully. "All the time, Chris, all the time," he smiled. Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. My email is orbl1415@gmail.com. If you like these stories, please consider a donation to Nifty.