Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 09:03:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Herman Hansel
Subject: Bailin' Hay

Shilo was out stacking the hay for the horses when
Brice fixed him a hard stare from the front porch. The
sun glistened off Shilo's hair, the color and texture
of the hay he was stacking. Shilo's eyes, tight in
squints to shut out the bright sun setting beyond the
trees along narrow stream in the distance, kept firm
on the hay he was pitching into the pick-up. Shilo
knew Brice was staring at him. Here he was working up
a sweat from picthing hay while lazy Brice just sat on
his little rump. Shilo grew annoyed.

"What you starin' at?" he shouted over to Brice,
fixing him a harsh glare between hay pitches.
Brice tried to supress a smile.

"Notin," he mumbled.

"You so interested in my work, why don't you get off
that skinny little ass of yours and hep me out."

"I'm all right," Brice said with a lazy lilt.

"Lazy bastard," Shilo mumbled under his breath.

Shilo set back to his work, his arms pumping like
pistons pitching the hay. Brice became almost in a
trance watching Shilo's biceps flex with each thrust
of the pitch fork. Brice liked the way the little
balls of sweat rolled off Shilo's smooth arm, like
rain on the hood of his dad's pick-up after a good
waxing.

"Alright, alright!" cried Shilo, tossing down his
pitch fork. "You keep lookin' at me like that and I'm
gonna--"

"You're gonna what?"

"--I'm gonna--"

Brice edged him on with his blue eyes.

"Swat you, that's what!"

"Why don't you just come over here and try it."
"Maybe I will."

Shilo wiped his large, callused hands over his jeans,
almost brown from the dirt. He stood a moment,
studying Brice with squinting eyes. Brice liked the
way Shilo looked in his jeans; tight and smooth over
his muscular thighs.

But Shilo didn't move, only stared hard and
penetrating at Brice, threatening him with his eyes.
At first it looked as if Shilo might pick up his pitch
fork and set back to working, but, to Brice's relief,
Shilo, with a little chuckle, sauntered up to the
portch. He rested his right foot on the first step and
layed his thick forearm over his thigh.

"Well," dared Brice. "you gonna try to whip me or
what?"

"You prabably want me to come up there and whip your
ass," Shilo grinned.

"Why would I want you to do that?" The control Brice
had felt over Shilo began slipping away, right into
Shilo's burly hands. A shiver ran over Brice's slim
body.

"`Cause you're the type that would like somethin' like
a whippin."

"You're crazy, Shilo," Brice said, blowin' out a puff
of wind. He felt less in power every moment. Fear,
almost, shadowed his heart. Or was it something else?
Shilo placed his other foot on the first step, sending
Brice's heart racing. Brice licked his lips, dry with
anticipation. Another step. Shilo was making his way
onto the porch.

Standing just inches from Brice now, Shilo folded his
arms over his brawny chest. Brice could smell Shilo
now. The combination of sweat and dirt mixed with a
masculine odor that carries no name left Brice feeling
light headed. He hoped he didn't appear too docile. He
wanted Shilo to think him cool, collected, as much a
man as he.

"So it's a whippin' you want, huh?" asked Shilo,
pitching Brice an evil eye.

"No," Brice said with obvious forced defiance. He knew
he must seem nothing more than a child to Shilo, and
he hated it!

"No? Why I don't think so. I think you want a whippin'
real bad." Shilo's grimace turned slowly into a grin;
but the grin instilled more fear in Brice than his
previous angry expression.

Brice, whose head was now turned down to avoid Shilo's
dark eyes, slowly looked up at Shilo. The two stared
at each other for what seemed a lifetime.
Brice tried to flee the moment he saw the slight
contraction in Shilo's arm muscle. He knew he was out
to snap him up. But Shilo was much too athletic and
quick for little Brice.

"A whippin', huh?" Shilo said, turning Brice over his
knee despite the boy's resistance. "I'll give you a
whippin'"

Brice's protests went ignored as Shilo's large hand,
as big as the head of a shovel, came down solid on
Brice's tender bottom. Down hard his monstrous hand
kept coming. Brice was in tears.

"You like that, huh?" Shilo shouted. "Want more?"

"No, no!" cried Brice. "Please, you're hurting me."

Brice's pathetic voice stopped Shilo's hand in mid
air. A soft expression took the place of his sinister
grin. He lowered his eyes and brought his hand
unconciously down gently on Brice's lower back.

"Gee, Brice. I'm sorry. I was just messin' with you.
Did I hurt you for real?"

"Sure you hurt me," Brice screamed, but more composed
himself now. "What you think, I'm made out of stone or
something?"

This made Shilo laugh. He patted Brice's rearend
apathetically and said, "You are somethin' you know
that? You're the strangest thing around." Shilo had
taken his knee out from under Brice and noticed that
Brice still remained on all fours. Brice heard no
movement from Shilo, heard no sounds at all, save for
the call of the crows out in the fields. Slowly, Brice
turned his head to look at Shilo. He could see the
man's eyes roam over his bent body, his cheeks
inflamed with shame.

Heat welled up inside Brice. "I didn't hurt you too
bad now, did I?" Shilo asked tenderly.

"No, you didn't hurt me too bad," Brice said, turning
his gaze back to the floor. Something told him not to
move, to stay on all fours, even if his knees were
hurting as they pressed into the hard porch floor.

"I hope I didn't leave no bruises," said Shilo.
Silence.

Slowly, Brice felt Shilo's hand reach around under his
t-shirt. The callosed hunks of flesh tantalizing to
his smooth, transluscent belly. "Maybe we should check
and see," Shilo said. In an instant he had Brice's
jeans undone and his hand went back to where Brice's
butt crack was barely exposed. Shilo's finger felt the
groove. It reminded Shilo of a soft hill, like out by
the meadow where he liked to sit and think all by
himself. Under his touch Brice's skin tightened.
Brice's breathing came in slow, contorted gasps.

"Let's see if you got any bruises." Shilo's hand went
completely down Brice's losened jeans. The heat from
Brice's ass felt good to Shilo's overworked hands. He
made slow circular motions covering every inch of
Brices small, hard ass.

"Does that hurt?"

Brice moaned with every stroke. "N-No," he stammered,
barely able to breath much less speak. Brice kept his
butt still, though, not wanting Shilo to move his hand
away for anything.

"Everything seems alright," Shilo said
matter-of-factly, as if he truly were feeling this
boy's ass just to see if it were bruised. When Shilo
removed his hands from Brice's ass, it left a void
like Brice had never known before. Brice began to
wonder if her were imagining all this. Brice turned
his head just enough to see Shilo's face. He seemed
dark as the shadows from the setting sun that fell
across his face. His eyes looked vacant and
out-of-this-world.

"Let's see if there are any marks." Then, with a
spastic shiver that left Brice nearly inebriated,
Shilo delicately worked Brice's pants down to his
knees. He gasped at Brice's astonishing ass. Still
looking up at Shilo, Brice stared at the man's tough
face, wondering how far this would go.

"I'll just see if there're any internal injuries."
Shilo began sucking his fingers, like lolipops,
leaving enough saliva on so that it dripped between
his fingers. Meticuoulsy Shilo worked his finger
around Brice's asshole, working his way deeper and
deeper like a whirlpool until he felt the tight pull
of Brice's hole. It was smooth, slightly sticky, and
Brice felt an excitement never known before when he
felt the heat of this man's large, masculine finger
probing him.

Shilo slowly let his finger slide deep inside Brice,
working in small circular motions. Then another
finger. Finally, Brice could no longer hold back.

"Does it hurt?"

"No," Brice nearly screamed, wanting Shilo to never
stop.

Brice began to work his body now, feeling the gentle
probes of Shilo's thick fingers. Brice could see the
cock inside Shilo's tight jeans like a metal pipe
bomb. Finally, Shilo unzipped his jeans and released
his manhood. Brice gaped at its size. Large,
throbbing, red as a sunburned pig.

Still fingering Brice's hole, with deeper, harder
thrusts now, Shilo stroked himself. Suddenly he pulled
his fingers out, sticky and hot from Brice's ass. For
a split second Brice thought it was over, the ecstacy
gone. Then Shilo spit on his hand and lathered up his
stiff rod. He placed the head of his cock to the
wanting hole of Brice's ass. Brice threw his head back
down, his hair sweeping over the porch, his eyes tight
anticipating the initial pain and shock of the massive
meat being thrusted into his ass.

Shilo let a tiny moan escpape from his lips as he
pushed inside. He folded his hard body around Brice's,
savoring, it seemed, the warmth of his cock being in a
tight ass. Brice's body convulsed between pleasure and
pain. Then Shilo stood up on his knees, thrusting now
deeper into Brice's ass. He worked him hard, pumping
faster and faster, working around, his cock
penetrating every inch of Brice's rectum. This felt
good, and there was no denying it. He pounded him
harder.

Brice wanted more. He took control. He moved his body
against Shilo's. Shilo didn't even move, he threw his
hands into the air and, with his eyes shut tight, let
Brice do all the work, pushing his butt back and forth
into Shilo's throbbing cock. Their moans and shouts
filled the vacant farmland. Then, as Shilo got close
to his orgasm, he reached for Brice and began taking
the controls, thrusting harder and harder. And with
one last final thrust, he filled Brice with his hot
sticky cum.

Spent, Shilo fell over Brice's body. Brice, much
smaller than Shilo, dropped to the porch. They heaved
and panted, the smell of sex heavy and mixes the the
smells of hay and cow manure.

After a moment, Shilo slowly unraveled himself and
stood up. He tucked his nearly limp penis back into
his jeans and tucked in his t-shirt. Brice still lied
on the floor, wanting more, wanting kisses and
caresses.

"You just gonna lay there all night?" Shilo said,
kicking Brice lightly with his booted foot. Brice made
no move. He could still feel Shilo's hot cum burning
his rectum.

"Well, you got the time to lay there like that, you
lazy bastard," said Shilo. "I still got to load up
that hay." He turned and went back to pitching the
hay, and from the floor of the porch, Brice watched
the muscles work in Shilo's smooth arms.