Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2020 12:12:52 -0500 From: B. Roman de Fauvel Subject: Fort Seed 3: Johnny and Rich Please donate to the Nifty Archive to support the great work they do. *** FORT SEED // 3 Johnny and Rich By B. Roman de Fauvel Johnny knelt on the wet concrete, mouth full of sticky cum residue, nursing on Rich's flaccid, meaty cock. His first load left him in a whimpering trance, eyes unfocused, forehead grazing Rich's thick bush, hands massaging the hanging, spent nut sac. Johnny traced the veins with his tongue and split the giant piss slit open for the last salty drops of sperm, mouthing the big piece lovingly, eager for it to get hard again. Rich towered above like a god, steadying himself on the barn wall, hips thrust just enough to help Johnny feast on his cock. Rich had just told Johnny that his next load was going up the boy's ass. Johnny's hole puckered at the thought of the big farmhand ejaculating inside of him. But abruptly and without ceremony, Rich pulled back, his cock departing Johnny's lips. "That's enough for tonight, boy," he said, patting Johnny on the head. Rich grabbed his towel and headed around the corner of the barn to his apartment without another word. Johnny remained on his knees on the concrete slab, sweatpants wet and crotch stained with precum. He felt confused and greedy, energized by the big load he'd just taken. So why did Rich just walk away? Without much thought, Johnny marched along the short path to Rich's quarters, his aching hardon leading the way. He had no idea what he wanted to say or what he expected Rich to do, but before he could do anything the door swung open. Standing before him was Rich: naked, strong, hairy, and virile. "Listen boy, I'm tired," Rich said. "And I already told you that you've had enough." Johnny wanted to apologize but instead he heard himself object. "But Rich, you promised you would put it inÑ" His words stopped at the embarrassment of saying "my ass" to this huge man. He was being petulant.ÊRich's dark mustache moved atop a little sleepy smile. "You're not ready now, boy. I'll know when you are, and when that time comes, I'll let you know." Then he shut the door slowly without another word. // Johnny was humiliated. He knew he'd broken an unwritten code, but he was feeling something he'd never felt before, something connected to Rich's scent and the taste of his cum. Let the fucking man sleep, he said to himself, angry with his stupidity as he returned to the cement slab of the outdoor shower. He found the spot where he drank Rich's flood, got down on his knees, and took his own cock in his hand. He closed his eyes and let Rich's presence fill his imagination while he pounded his prick. He reached under his tight ballsac and felt his puckered hole, sliding his finger along the tight ring, imagining Rich's cock sliding past. Johnny licked his lips and discovered a salty bead of cum stuck to his stubbly mustache. He eagerly licked it up. Jerking his prick and rubbing his hole, he soon let out a sharp whimper and let loose a long watery spray of cum that sounded against the barn wall and cement floor. His heart rate slowed as he sat in his wet pants and thought about what Rich meant by knowing when he'd be ready. All he knew was that he was going to do anything to experience Rich's cock inside him. He thought about sperm and testosterone and couldn't help but feel humbled that the thing that made Rich a man, his essence, was carried in his cum. He touched his stomach where the heavy load felt like butterflies.ÊHe was going to take this cum and benefit from Rich's manliness. // The next morning, Johnny jumped out of bed feeling like a new man. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought about Rich's sperm inside him, flexing his muscles and paying attention to the tufts of fur under his pits and surrounding his bobbing cock, checking for signs that he was getting bigger, hairier, stronger. He looked at his dick in the mirror and thought about all the guys he'd seen in the locker room, swinging and hairy, wet in the shower or flaccid and pissing. He couldn't help but look at them. It was a compulsion he pretended the other guys didn't notice, but he could measure the time the guys would take fitting their cocks into their cupped jocks when they saw him watching. They would make big exaggerated movements to wield their tools if they knew his eyes were fixed on their meat. They were practicing being men, deepening their voices the minute their balls were exposed, talking about someÊfootball game Johnny hadn't watched while he quietly got dressed. He admired how they were able to stand around each other nakedÑproud, flaccid unafraid cocks resting atop big nutsacs. Different thicknesses, different flesh tones, different amounts of sweaty pubic hair. He always felt like manliness was beyond him. He wasn't the fastest on the track or the biggest in the showers, but today, standing in front of the mirror, he had Rich's sperm inside him and he felt proud as he paraded around his bedroom. Maybe he wasn't so small after all. He thought about Rich's cock. Even flaccid it hung incredibly heavy, the biggest Johnny had ever seen.ÊHe wondered if Rich had been that big growing up. When did Rich realize he was bigger than the other guys? He imagined it must have helped him become the confidant man he was now. That and the amount of testosterone he produced in those hairy tanks. His manliness couldn't be hidden. Even by the way he walked you could tell he was carrying something extra. Johnny thought of a surprised stranger catching a view of Rich's pissing manhood at a urinal, or a salesman bringing a bigger size of Wranglers into his fitting room. Johnny imagined Rich's thick cock landing on the wood of a locker room bench, how he wouldn't think twice about sitting there for the other men to have a casual look. Rich's meat was a trophy, a prize he won in the genetics contest. Johnny was fully hard now, just thinking about the burden Rich carried and what a privilege it was to help him drain it last night. He decided to apologize to Rich for knocking on his door, a decision made after hours of restless sleep. Johnny couldn't forget the words he spoke after he came. The scary and exciting promise he made to put his load directly inside Johnny's ass. The guys in town were always talking about knocking up chicks, and here Rich was going to do that to him. He turned in the mirror to look at his butt. He spread his cheeks, imagining that Rich would want to inspect his hole if he is going to put his seed in it. He put my finger against his ring and the immediate tight sensation had him worried about Rich's size. He knew nothing about getting fucked but he knew that it felt right, and that Rich was going to take it someday. He knew it was going to be his job to take Rich's seed wherever he wanted to sow it. // When Johnny went to the kitchen, Pops was there at the stove top with a hot skillet of bacon and eggs. Johnny grabbed a plate and Pops scooped his breakfast onto it. He finished his meal quickly. "May I have some more, Pops?" Pops looked at him and served more eggs. "You never eat this much, son." "I thought I could work on fixing up the stable today, Pops, after I finish my other chores." "Sure that'd be great, thanks. I'll have Rich join you later this afternoon." He tried to contain his smile and ate his second helping. He flexed his back muscles, feeling the protein from the eggs and the protein from Rich course through his body. Rich walked into the kitchen wearing blue jeans, big boots, and a white v-neck t-shirt that allowed his chest hair to peek out the neckline. Already he carried a sweet pungent scent of pit musk with him. Pops didn't seem to mind, but then Pops was not the kind of man to notice. Besides, Rich was a great worker and they were well ahead schedule, what did it matter if his farmhand smelled like a man? Rich was his usual beaming self, his big hands overpowering his coffee mug. Johnny watched him, not sure when he would get the chance to say anything. Pops was telling them what the day's plans were, some field work on the irrigation ditch, then Rich would join Johnny in the stable before dinner time. Rich smiled and said, "Sounds like a good day to me." Johnny worked hard all day, sweating during his chores and getting excited to work in the stables. He decided against deodorant that day and kept checking his pits for a scent. A few hours into the day he had a little musk, but nothing like Rich's. The stables were a solid walk from the farmhouse, past the building that housed the tractor equipment and Rich's quarters. Their horses were with a neighbor while the stables were getting fixed up. Johnny started alone, picking up where Pops left off, replacing the wood slats and the hinged doors. It was hot in the barn. Sunlight came down through wide open slats on the roof. Johnny was working hard, sweating and excited knowing that Rich would see him doing such heavy, manly work. He took his shirt off, enjoying the freedom of his bare chest, his dirty jeans hanging off his full butt, his trail of lower back hair damp with sweat. Johnny smelled Rich before he saw him. He came in swigging a water bottle, his body drenched in sweat. He was still wearing his shirt but when he saw Johnny carrying lumber shirtless, he approached with his persistent, confident half-smile and removed his shirt, his quick pit exposure filling Johnny's nostrils. His heavy chest fur and healthy masculine muscles looked incredible in the warm light. Standing before Rich was a humbling experience and Johnny was forced to realize how much more of a man Rich was. Johnny enjoyed the feeling. Rich had thick cum in that big body of his, and Johnny swore he could smell it. Rich smiled and took the hammer from Johnny's hand and leaned in close. "Let's get to work." Johnny worked hard trying to impress Rich with his strength and fulfilling his promise to Pops to help him get his horses back.ÊThey worked for a long time, and he never let Rich out of his sight. He got Rich his water when he needed it and a towel for his face. Johnny had packed a few apples and soft breads for when they wanted a break. He liked to watch how his belly would grow a little after he ate. It would get just a little bigger over his belt and you knew when he was happy and fed. They worked well together. Rich was a talented carpenter and he taught Johnny as they went along. They finished up the pallet of lumber and admired their handy work. Rich leaned back against a wooden door and put his arm up.ÊHis musk hit Johnny's nose like cut onions and he leaned close to breath it in. Johnny heard the sound of unzipping and a low groan from Rich, but he didn't shift his gaze right away. Rich shuffled his pants down then leaned back again. Johnny was enjoying the anticipation of the big reveal, so he studied Rich's wet hairy chest instead. It was then that he caught the scent of Rich's cock. He knew it had been unleashed. It smelled like musk, like freshly turned soil. "Are you ready for more of my gift boy?" Johnny finallyÊlooked down at Rich's swinging cock, half hard in anticipation. A froth of pre-cum formed at the tip already, and the foreskin pulled back naturally as he got harder. He had only taken his balls and cock out from his fly, and the tight fabric opening created a ring around the base, his already fleshy appendage growing even more supple. The sight of his swollen cock beneath his belt buckle made Johnny's mouth drop. "Answer my question boy. I know you're excited but I want you to respect my voice. Are you ready for more of my gift?" "Yes sir. Thank you so much sir. I am ready, please give me your gift, sir. I know it will make me a strong man. Please sir please give me cum, sir," I blurted desperately. He struggled to find what title to call him, this superior Man who stood above him. "Sir" felt right, but that's what he called Pops when he got in trouble. ItÊwas just what came out because it felt respectful and subservient. Still there was something else, another word he wanted to say, he just didn't know it yet. "Make me cum, boy." With Rich's permission, Johnny dropped to his knees and greedily slurped up Rich's cock. It was saltier this time around from all the sweat of the work day. His balls smelled so strong Johnny was almost embarrassed. They looked inflated with cum and reeked of deep earth. They bounced off his tongue when he licked them, separate units preparing to ejaculate.ÊHe could see them rise higher as Rich tightened his body. Johnny felt like he gave him a better performance than last night, and Rich reacted as such. Rich stood shirtless and wide legged in his tight jeans, the denim stretching over his massive thighs eclipsing Johnny's face as he bobbed up and down on the beautiful tool. Only Rich's cock and balls were out from his jeans, giving this suck session the immediacy of a hard piss at a urinal. This was the function of a man. Rich needed to cum, and Johnny was there to help him find relief. Rich was burdened with a large cock and large balls. He was the Alpha. Johnny's eyes teared up as he choked and made hungry noises. More and more pre-cum filled his throat. Rich seemed pained this time, maybe the jean hole wasn't big enough to accommodate his piece, but Johnny knew better than to suggest he undo his belt. Johnny remembered the promise that Rich's giftÊwould go in his ass, and his virgin hole puckered the entire time he sucked him. But before long his body flexed and quick spurts of jizz started to hit the back of Johnny's throat. He was more prepared for the flow this time. Rich's verbal warning was, "Good boy, get ready," right before his terrific load flooded Johnny's mouth. He swallowed and choked as Rich stamped his foot in the dirt, emptying his sack into the boy's stomach, grunting with each rope of seed. Johnny enjoyed the cool down this time, losing himself in the gentle sucks that helped get the last drops of semen out from deep within Rich's tanks. He saved Rich's last squirt of semen in his mouth to play with as he nursed the softening cock. The slippery load coated his tongue, and he allowed himself small swallows while he sucked. Rich undid his belt and jean clasp and they both watched as his swollen dick relaxed. The natural folds of skin returned to his hang, sheathing over the shiny head again, bunching up along the shaft.ÊJohnny kissed his cock all over, studying the veins, letting the weight roll over his face and nose as he buried his face into the fur. Again, Rich pulled from Johnny's mouth when he decided he was finished, but this time Johnny sat there and gave Rich a big cummy smile and thanked him for his sperm. "You're welcome boy. And listen, I know you're real eager and you're being real good, but I will enter your hole when I think it's time.ÊFor now, I want you to focus on milking my cock like you've been doing. I make a ton of it." He reached down and squeezed his dark sack while staring at Johnny's tear-stained face." And I'm happy that you're taking it so well.ÊI'm proud of my boy." Johnny blushed when Rich touched his chin, sticking his big thumb in Johnny's mouth. He reflexively nursed on the finger. Rich repeated, "I'm real proud of my boy," Johnny's response was a muffled whimper. His mouth was plugged with Rich's thumb, so when he moved his hand Johnny's face went with it. He brought Johnny's eyes down to his pendulous balls and told him to look at them. Johnny was obedient, hooked by Rich's hand, and as he stared at Rich's balls, he could see them pulse slowly. "See? I'm already making more for you." He was right. Rich's balls were always slightly flexing, two domed cum tanks cranking out the billions of sperm that made him so manly. Johnny was watching the next dose of cum being made and his own cock flexed with excitement. "Take your boy-dick out. Let's see how my cum is helping you." Johnny quickly undid his jeans, pulling them down with his briefs past his cheeks, and pawed at his dick while kneeling in the dirt, all the while staring at Rich's cock and nutsac with his thumb still in my mouth. Rich's future load was being produced and Johnny was watching him make it. He was witnessing the creation of life-giving semen as he stood there in his free state, completely soft but still bigger than Johnny fully hard, and it was beautiful. Johnny drooled down Rich's thumb as he beat his prick. He shot his load onto his bare chest and against Rich's pant leg. A rope got stuck to Rich's ball hair. Rich seemed tired again, spent from a long day of work, and Johnny knew he would want to eat and lie down and recharge. Rich packed his cock away and threw his wet shirt over his shoulder.ÊBefore he left the barn, he reached down and stroked Johnny's stomach, telling him to take good care of his load. Johnny ached with pride. // Johnny drained Rich every night for the next two weeks. Some nights he found himself with the back of his head against a tree in the back field, Rich sliding into his throat gently, hands pushing down on his head, balls tapping against his chin as he choked for air.ÊIt was too much sometimes, but Rich always knew how much Johnny could handle. Other nights he took Johnny's mouth at the outdoor shower. He'd suck him off after soaping his body down, though never his pitsÑRich's rule. Johnny's favorite nights took place in Rich's bed, where he'd let Johnny worship his cock both before and after his loads. Johnny would nuzzle the musky flesh out of Rich's threadbare boxer shorts and work with his mouth and hands until Rich blew his thick manly cream down Johnny's throat. Johnny would then nurse Rich's wagging cock until it could fit back into his shorts. He'd kiss the bulging fabric once it was put away, thanking Rich for the cum. As often as Rich allowed it, Johnny would take deep breaths of his pit musk, rubbing the wet scent across his own stubble so it would saturate his pillow at night and he could smell Rich in the morning when he woke up. Johnny would float back to his bedroom, breathing chalky cum, face stained with pit musk. One night he ran into Pops on his way to bed. Johnny was shirtless and wearing sweatpants and had Rich's sperm dancing in his stomach.ÊHe suddenly realized how much he reeked from their encounters.ÊPops talked about tomorrow's chores and said goodnight, but there was no way he couldn't smell Rich all over Johnny. Pops must have noticed the changes Johnny was going through.ÊHis son felt stronger.ÊHe had new hairs on his chest and a new trail of hair reaching up to his belly button.ÊHe was proud to walk around the house shirtless, like Pops always did.ÊHe felt like a man lately, proudly keeping his chest puffed up. Pops was giving him harder chores around the barn. He started to think his dad was proud of him. He would toss Johnny a beer at dinner and included him in the manly conversations he had with Rich. Of course, afterward he'd sneak off to relieve Rich and drink sips from his whiskey glass. One night after a long day of work, Johnny was in bed with Rich, in his favorite position between Rich's massive hairy legs.ÊJohnny had just milked a tremendous load out and Rich was lying quietly, breathing softly with his hands behind his head while Johnny nursed. Within a few minutes Rich was sleeping, his big chest rising and falling while Johnny had his soft cock in his mouth.ÊSoon enough Johnny's eyes closed and he was fast asleep in Rich's thick pubes. Johnny woke to Rich's hand gently touching his face. "Time to get to bed, boy." Johnny answered, still sleepy, his mouth buried on Rich's ball sack: "Yes, Daddy." Suddenly he was awake, aware that he had just called Rich "Daddy." He didn't mean to say it, it just came out.ÊHe blushed hard and looked up at Rich's face in the dim lamplight. Rich was beaming. He pulled Johnny up by his pits so they were face to face. "What did you call me?" "Daddy, sir. I called you Daddy." Johnny cringed, not knowing what to expect.Ê Rich clenched his jaw. "I want you to listen to me now.ÊYou're a good boy, you're my best boy, and now I know you're ready for your Daddy to take you." He reached down and split Johnny's cheeks with one giant hand and touched the boy's puckered hole with his finger. "I can feel that boy heat, right here from your hole.ÊDaddy is going to take this ripe virgin hole and Daddy is going to fill it with his manhood." Johnny could feel Rich's long cock crawl into hardness up his thigh.ÊHe couldn't believe what he'd heard.ÊHe was shaking, but he felt ready. "Tomorrow you're going to take a break from drinking my cum," Rich began. "I'm going to save up a whole day's worth of Daddy sperm for my boy.ÊIt's going to hurt my balls to save it, but I'm doing it for you. Do you understand me?" Johnny nodded but kept eye contact. "The night after that your Pops is out of town for a few days." Johnny's eyes lit up. "Yes, Daddy." The word felt so good, so natural on his lips. He was calling a fully grown man Daddy while his hard cock bobbed up and down. Rich continued: "At sundown you'll go into the stable and take off all your clothes. You're going to walk naked across the yard and enter this room.ÊYou're going to get on your knees on this here bed so that your pretty boy hole is up where I can get at it.ÊI want you to wait in that position until I arrive.ÊI don't know how long it's going to be.ÊBut you'll have time to think about how this"Ñhe grabbed his enormous tool at the base, shaking his balls with a slight wag of his cockÑ"is going to fit inside you." // Johnny worked through the next day inÊa haze of anticipation.ÊHe watched Rich work with Pops and by the end of the day he could tell Rich was straining. His balls were filling up with his sperm. He was being remarkably patient in saving it for Johnny, controlling himself from taking that virgin hole at any given moment. Johnny stayed away because he knew this was a manly taskÑstoring up cumÑand his cock must have been pained. Johnny's hole flexed the entire day. As he was pulling the pickup out of the driveway, Pops said goodbye and told Johnny, "Rich is in charge this weekend.ÊHe knows the plans for the fields so just listen to what he says.ÊBe good, son." Johnny went to bed that night without cum, but excited and scared for the next day, already thinking about Rich's warning about fitting his cock inside the boy.ÊJohnny practiced the position Rich had described, pushing his shoulders down and imagining the best way to give up his hole, thinking about the life-giving cum and what it would do.ÊHe fell asleep on his stomach. // The sun had just set. Johnny's dusty clothes lay in a heap on the wood slats in the stable.ÊHe walked out of the stable door like he was told. The cool breeze hit his naked body.ÊHis boy dick was hard as he walked with purpose across the field, the grass under his feet, the breeze in his brand-new body hairs. The farm was beautiful in the dusky hours and he felt free walking across the field. He thought about how his hole was going to change to accommodate Rich's cock and how the cum would enter his body, coating his insides, providing him with testosterone and making him a man.ÊHe was ready. He entered Daddy's room, climbed on the bed, put his hole in the air, and waited. TO BE CONTINUED Let me know how you enjoyed this story at bromandefauvel@gmail.com. More content like this at https://linktr.ee/fort_seed