Date: Thu, 1 Jul 1999 16:43:35 -0400
From: M
Subject: Pico

Mikey looked through the cracks in the loosely boarded barn wall.  He watched
the sinewy muscles in Pico's back and arms flex as he thrust the hay bales away
from him and landed them in neat stacks on the other side of the barn.  This was
the third season that Mikey's family had hired Pico and his brother Carlos to
bring in and store the fall hay.  They would work across the county as
harvesters in the late summer and then do odd jobs for the surrounding folks
until weather moved them on to the next job.

Pico didn't speak much English, but compared to his brother Carlos, he was a
walking dictionary. Pico first came to work for Mikey's family when Mikey was
13.  His dark swarthy good looks, and easy charm soon had the whole family under
his spell.  Pico and Carlos shared dark curly locks, so black that in certain
light it looked as if there was glints of electric blue.  Their deep chocolate
eyes looked as if they were gates that withheld a raging fire that started at
the very bottom of their souls.  Their skin was, by the end of the summer when
they got to Mikey's, a deep brown, almost the color of the walnut antiques that
adorned the family home.  Pico had the whitest teeth that Mikey had ever seen.
They were framed by sensual thick lips that stretched into an easy smile across
his smooth face at the slightest provocation. Carlos wore a close cropped beard
and mustache.  This was the biggest difference, at least outwardly between the
two brothers. Carlos had a gold tooth in the front of his mouth to replace one
taken by a childhood accident.  His smile came more reluctantly.

The brothers stayed in the barn over at the Johnstone farm.  A little piece of
land that existed solely for the support of Mr. an Mrs. Johnstone.  A couple
that had been living perhaps when they had to fight dinosaurs to keep them out
of their corn.  They were a nice couple and lived an almost reclusive lifestyle
until county fair time, when Mrs.. Johnstone would enter and most usually win
every baking event offered.  They had hired Pico and Carlos father and
grandfather before them to help in the annual harvests.  It was a time honored
tradition.  This year, however Mrs. Johnstone had been ill, and after "the
boys", as the Johnstone's put it, finished they moved to Mikey's barn.  They had
been sleeping in the loft for the last two days and were to stay for at least
another two weeks.Knowing that these two men were so very close had made for
some extremely long nights for Mikey.

Mikey had discovered the joys of self pleasure early in life, he discovered the
sensations of other hands soon after.  He had even swapped blow jobs with a
cousin a couple of times.  It was enough to let him know the score.  His cousin
had tried to put his "thingy" in Mikey's behind once, but somewhere between
ineptitude and pain the objective was simply lost and they reverted to a good
ole 69.  The thought of being fucked had burned in Mikey's brain ever since.
Late at night he would awaken in a cold sweat as the fading images of some
mysterious man pressed against Mikey's back thrusting himself passionately into
the confines of Mikey's body sparked a furious session of self gratification
before the hunger would quit haunting him and let him return to sleep.  Mikey
had never seen the face of his intruder.  He simply felt in the darkness the
incredible heat of the man's body as the hard flesh caused his soul to burst
into flame.

Pico stopped his task and removed tank top, now translucent with sweat. Using
the shirt as a towel he pulled off his hat and wiped his dripping brow.  He ran
the shirt sensually down his chest and swiped his arm pits.  Returning to his
chest he wiped the matted hair that thickly grew from his pecs and swept into a
dark trail leading within the sanctuary of his faded button flys.  The sweat had
dampened the denim until it clinged to every muscle and seemed to be little more
than a rough second skin arcing and flexing with the hard flesh beneath it.
Pico tossed his shirt to the side, replaced his cowboy hat and moved deeper into
the barn, out of Mikey's sight.  There was a trough of cool water there, deep in
the barn that was used to cool the livestock when the temperature got too hot
and made the outer trough too hot to drink.  In his mind Mikey pictured the
water cascading down Pico's body and  re-matting the dark hair of his body in
the most sensual of ways.  Oh to be water for just a moment.

It occurred to Mikey, that he had not seen Carlos for a while.  Where could he
have gotten off to? He usually helped his brother until a task was done.  It was
more than a job, it was almost a duty with these two to finish their appointed
tasks.  How odd that he would shirk and let his brother bask alone in the glory
of a well done job.

Pico re-appeared and started once again moving the hay to the front of the barn.
 He would have to "front" all of the old hay so that once the harvesting and
hauling began the fresh hay could be put behind the stuff that was to be used
first.  They had to leave a space for air so that when the new hay went through
the "heat" of drying, it would now enflame the older drier hay.  His now bared
muscles bulged with blood as they worked, refreshed with the rest.  Mikey
marveled at the ease with which Pico tossed the bales precisely into the stack.
He had done this before.

Mikey felt the tightening of his confined cock and balls.  He was getting
uncomfortable crouched behind the barn.  In his present position, there was no
where for him to deal with his present condition.  He looked across the fields.
No one was in sight.  In front of the barn, from the house, no one could see
him.  He began to squeeze the growing lump in his overalls.  His cock responded
to the touch quickly, grinding itself against the rough zipper that kept it
captive.  Mikey's balls ached for release.

Quickly, before he could chicken out, Mikey unzipped his fly and dropped to his
knees.  Should someone come along, he could claim to be weeding, bend quickly
and hide the hard dick that commanded its freedom.  The sweat from his chest and
stomach made good initial lubricant as his hand cupped the thickening rod.
Below it, two balls that were frankly too well developed for a boy of his age
swung pendulously.  The breeze was slight, but it definitely had an effect on
the kid as it blew across his exposed cock and balls. His hand was pumping
slowly as again he peeked at the laboring Pico.  Tingles of little shocks made
his toes curl in his boots as his hand reached the bulbous head of his dick.  He
took some of the precum leaking out and circled the head with his fingers,
increasing the pressure slightly with each circle.  His ass flexed as he pushed
his dick further through his clenching fingers.  He needed to shoot bad.

Inside Pico glanced his direction.  A smile almost came to his face as what he
thought he saw registered slowly.  Mikey had forgotten the sun shining on his
back would cast a shadow even through the small cracks in the boards.  Pico's
dick began to lengthen down the legs of his tight wet Levi's.  He could see the
shadow moving rhythmically.  He had caught the stares of the son several times
over the last two days.  He was a good kid, and Pico and Carlos had always liked
him, but he was just a kid, until now that is.  The development in the kid's
body from the hard work and increase in hormones had not been lost on Pico.  He
liked the way the boy's tanned body contrasted with the golden hair that flowed
moppishly from the boy's head.  It had been an intense summer and the darkness
of the boys skin made his big green eyes look as if they were lit from behind.
He was going to be a sexy man someday, now however, Pico struggled to see him
only as a good looking kid.  Still, the shadow had to be him outside.  And the
movement was unmistakable.  The kid was yanking his crank in the hot summer sun.
 Pico remembered that his brother had left with the kid's dad to checked on a
part for the baler, they would not be back for a while.  His cock lurched as he
got an idea.  He stopped and leaned back on the stack of hay he had just placed.
 He rubbed his dick through the tight jeans.  If he walked out to where the kid
was, It would give the kid time to panic, put his pecker away, and disappear. An
Idea struck Pico as he stood rubbing his now slightly protruding cock.  To the
left of the shadow was a large knot hole in the board that crossed at about
waist high.

"Man I gotta take a piss"  He said aloud, the word piss sounding more like
'peace.'

He walked between the shadow and the hole and faced away from the shadow and
toward the hole.  He knew that once he pulled his big uncut cock out, the kid
simply would not be able to resist a peek at the clearer view from the hole.  He
was right.  Just as he lowered his pants so that the kid could get a look at his
firm muscular ass, he saw the shadow slowly shifting towards the hole.  His cock
gave a twitch as he stretched it out to it's soft length of 7 inches.  He pulled
his foreskin back and let the pink head peek out and say hello.  His cock was
getting thicker as he thought of the kid trying soundlessly to get to the hole.


Mikey hobbled over on his knees.  He had watched his father and uncle through
this hole before.  He knew well the view, he probably would have already been at
it, had he remembered it.  He never took his eyes from the vision through the
crack.  This man had a tan line that showed stark contrast between his deeply
tanned back and the almost glowingly white orbs of his ass.  In reality Mikey
was probably only 3 feet physically from him, but to Mikey it seemed like the
distance of the night time stars.  He wanted to reach out and bury his nose in
the white cheeks of Pico's ass.  He ushered to the hole cautiously.  Pico had
slowly turned away slightly as he muddied the dry dust inside.  He could not
have known that Mikey was outside burning with the desire to see the man's
exposed flesh.  Suddenly, there it was.  Mikey caught his breath as he saw the
sheer size of Pico's cock, It had grown to at least nine inches, and it wasn't
yet fully hard.  Juices flooded Mikey's mouth as he hungered to wrap his lips
around this cock.

He almost came, but stopped stroking his cock just in time.  Could Pico be as
horny as he was right now?  Most men around these parts would beat the shit out
of anyone they thought was a cocksucker.  There had been rumors about one boy
over in the next county.  They found him in a dried creek bed bleeding from
every opening in his body.  Visions of that danced at the edge of Mikey's
conscious mind.  He was trembling as if he were cold despite the blaring sun at
his back.  Mikey leaned closer to the hole.  He could now see clearly the cock
that was just inside the barn.  It was beautiful.  Pico's dark hair fanned
quickly into a thick, yet trimmed bush of thick dark curls.  His big balls
dangled below filled with thick white come aching for some release.  The hair on
his strong muscular legs was as thick as the hair on his arms.  He was a sight
to behold.  Mikey sat back, closed his eyes picturing this dick ramming into him
and began once again to stroke his cock.

His eyes flew open when he heard a dull thump on the wall.  Through the big knot
hole was a big hard dick.  Pico had pushed his cock into the hole and was now
pumping it back and forth at the non-breathing teenager.  He was busted.  How
could he explain this one?  The thought struck him like a bolt of lightning.  If
Pico knew he was outside and was angry about it, he would not be standing there
hanging his meat through Mikey's peep hole.  Therefore he wanted something else.
 Without hesitation Mikey grabbed the enormous cock.  It felt like fire in his
hand.  The sticky head was oozing precum as if it were trying to put out a
blazing fire.  Mikey put his tongue to the head and lapped up some of the juice.
 He heard Pico sigh through the wall.  He licked again, this time circling the
peeping head with his tongue.  His lips closed on the rod and began sucking in
light bursts.  The man on the other side of the wall moaned loudly.  Mikey slid
down until the cock was buried in his throat.  The man on the other side of the
wall began to pump his cock in and out.

Suddenly the rattling of a truck coming up the drive interrupted their tryst.
Pico pulled his cock back in and began to stuff it into his jeans as he pulled
them up.  Mikey jumped up and tucked away his aching cock.

"Tonight, right here, okay"  Mikey said loudly
"Si, tonight"
"Fucking lousy timing"

The man on the other side of the wall laughed.

Night fell slowly for Mikey, it seemed as if every 5 minutes he had to stop and
will his aching cock back to a state of rest.  He kept thinking of the man in
the barn this afternoon.  He had never sucked a "real man's" cock before, just
the anxious cock of his cousin.  God knows his dick hadn't been in anything more
exciting than the occasional slow running sheep.  The thought of that made Mikey
sick, so he pushed it out of his mind.  It did however work to send his dick
back to a state of less than rigid.

All the way through supper, Mikey kept avoiding the eyes of his hispanic lover.
Mikey's mother had been away for a long time. She was taking care of her mother
who had fallen into ill health in the next county.  Mikey's dad and he had been
fending for themselves, which basically meant that they were a little tired of
canned beans and tin biscuits.  However that was again the menu.  If Mikey's
father held true to form, he would excuse himself from the table, go outside
have a puff on his pipe and a beer, then retire into a deep sleep.  Mikey could
hardly wait.  As soon as he heard his father begin to snore, he was out the
door.

Watching his father eat at a pace that seemed if anything slower than ever,
Mikey prayed that the ruggedly handsome man would soon get his fill and start
the nightly ritual.  Mikey watched as time and time again his father's large
reddish hands lifted his spoon to his face.  He was not an old man, but time was
beginning to show in his weatherbeaten face, leaving just the hint of silver at
the temple of his rusty brown hair.  Once upon a time he had probably been quite
a handsome man.  Now he was just slow.  At least that was Mikey's slightly
contemptuous opinion.

Soon enough Mikey's father got up from the table.  Assigned Mikey to clean up,
and went outside with the two latin brothers.  He spoke fairly good Spanish, and
they were conversing in low tones that Mikey could barely hear through the porch
window.  He set about cleaning the table and doing the dishes.  When he had
finished, he went out on the porch.  None of the men were to be seen.  His
father had probably headed off to bed, and the brother's were nestling in the
loft of the barn.  Mikey ventured to the barn.  He could hear the crickets
singing their nightly song. Out in the field he could hear the cattle walking
and occasionally grunting at eachother.  He went into the darkened barn.  Softly
he called Pico's name.  He didn't want to disturb Carlos, that would cause a lot
of difficult explanation.

A shadow moved in the darkness between the new and old hay.  Mikey could barely
make out the figure of a man standing there, facing away from him aparantly
taking a leak.  He got a wild Idea, Pico was waiting for him and didn't know he
was there yet.  He would sneak up to him on his knees and start where he left
off this afternoon.  Slowly he crouched to the ground working his way silently
to the darkened figure.

Once closer he could make out the movement of the man's arm, he slipped up
behind him and simply reached around and placed his hand on the man's cock.  He
jumped slightly but sighed and relaxed when Mikey's hand started massaging the
hardening rod.  Mikey sank to his knees, he pulled the man around by his cock
and slipped it immediately into his throat.  He was sucking for all he was
worth.  The man had grabbed the sides of his face and was beginning  to thrust
himself deep into the young man's silky throat.

"Oh Fuck baby, you do that so good! Yeah take that big fucker down.  Esta Muy
Bien, Mammar el berga, Fuck!"

Suddenly Mikey felt another pair of hands on his body.  They ran the length of
his body along his sides.  He started to squirm as they undid the clasps on his
overalls and slid inside to his chest.  They pinched and stroked his smooth
nipples then tracing lightly along his tickelish flanks, the hands reached down
and took his now rock hard cock.  One hand started to massage his cock, while
the other ran down to his balls and past to his quivering ass hole.  A finger
tried to push it's way into the orafice, but being dry and as tight as a vise,
it found no entry.  He felt his overalls being pulled away and soon lips were
kissing the back of his neck.  They traced down the deepening cleft of his spine
until they werw at the top of his ass crack.  He thought he would lose his mind
as a tongue began licking the top of his butt cheeks.  Pico continued to hold
his head and was fucking his mouth too much for reactions from the oral end.
Soon the lips, Carlos' had found the little pucker that had refused entrance to
Mikey's rear end.  It may not have allowed the fingers, but when the tongue
pried at the opening, it was practically invited inside with red carpet.  Mikey
began twisting and shuddering as, for the first time, he was invaded by
anything.  It was driving not only his mind, but his body wild that it was
Carlos' tongue.

He soon felt the finger return, It thrust into his well lubricated ass without
much pain.  In fact it simply slid in and began to twitch around sending
agonizing waves of pleasure to his brain.  He had just about all he could stand
when the finger found his prostate and began massaging it.  He felt a lighning
bolt forming at his toes and beginning to work its way up his legs to his
tortured ass.  Just as it was about to hit his balls and make them explode, the
finger pulled out and the bolt simply dissappeared.  Mikey could barely breathe,
He had pulled off of the man's cock he was sucking when he felt the surge of
electricity begin.

"Fuck Carlos, I wish my wife could suck cock like that" The figure in front of
him said.

Mikey's blood ran cold.  He had thought it was Pico's cock he was sucking.  It
was his father.  He had just sucked the cock that had created him.  He couldn't
breathe again, but this time it was anything but lust.  What if his father found
out that it was not indeed Carlos, but his own son that he had been face
fucking.  His father had always ridden him trying to make a man of him and here
he was being his father's whore.  He could not move.

"Ah Si" A voice behind him said.  Aparantly Mikey's father had dipped more than
once into the beer cellar, Mikey could smell it on him, and for some reason, it
didn't register to his father that the voice had come from further away than the
end of his cock.

Carlos re-inserted his finger into Mikey's ass.  Mikey could not help it, he
groaned lusciously.  Before Mikey's dad could say anything, Mikey grabbed his
father's dick and returned to sucking.  He must have thought that the man
sucking his cock was having a really good time when he began to moan like a wild
boar.  Carlos had once again removed his fingers and inserted the tip of his
cock into Mikey's ass.  He pushed the big rod inch by inch into the boy.  It was
all Mikey could do not to let his father's cock out of his mouth and scream in
agony/extasy. So he tried to keep sucking.

Just the same, Mikey's dad did notice that something was different.  He assumed
that the other queer brother had joined them and was giving his bro a world
class ass riding.  He wanted some of that himself.  He pulled out and sat
in the loose hay.

"Get up on this motherfucker" He said as he stroked the big rod that stuck
straight up from his big balls. Mikey wordlessly got up, as Carlos pulled out of
his ass.  He was glad that Carlos had lossened him up so well, he had no idea
that his father had such a huge piece of meat.  He pushed thoughts of how his
father would beat the shit out of him if he had known just exactly who he was
fixing to fuck.  Mikey positioned himself over his dad's cock.  He braced
himself for the long ride to the bottom around this massive invader.  He felt
his dad's dick head at the opening of his ass.  He slowly lowered himself.  The
cock entering his ass felt like it was going to rip him in half.  He did not
dare cry out, however.  The only thing that scared him more than his father's
cock, was his father's wrath if he knew.  The forbiddeness of this was frankly
turning Mikey on more than anything else.  Behind him he heard the sound of
someone getting off.  He assumed that Carlos had continued to beat off after his
cock left Mikey's ass.

Inch by inch he slid down the enormous pole of his father.  Soon he was crushing
the pubic hair at the bottom and his man sized balls were laying on his father's
stomach.  His father began to thrust into his tight ass.  He was panting like a
hound dog that had just run the Boston Marathon.  His father grabbed his thighs
and began to pound the hell out of his son's ass.

"Oh fuck yes, ride my big cock, Estoy bien" Harder and deeper the man thrust his
cock into the boy.  He was ravaging his son into a mind blowing orgasm. Mikey's
sense of reason left him.

"Yes, oh fuck yes, fuck me damnit, Fuck me!"

His father stopped abruptly.  He did not pull his cock out, but his hands ran
the length of the thighs he had been using for handles.  They ran to the chest
of the boy that unlike the mexican men, had no hair.  He began to feel the face
that he had just been fucking before he gloriously buried his cock in it's
connected ass.

"Motherfucker"  Was all he said.

He stated to pull his cock out of his son's ass.  But Mikey wasn't ready for
that. If he was going to die, he was going to die with a butt full of his
father's cream.  He began clenching and unclenching his ass muscles.  In natrual
response, his father pushed one time sending his cock deeper into the boy's
bowels.  His rough hands pinched the naked nipples of the boy as he pulled his
cock back and gave it another shove.  Again.  Again.  Soon he was mindlessly
fucking his son.

Mikey was taking a pounding in the ass.  He could feel the hot cock thrust every
inch of the way.  He felt a body step in front of him.  Mindlessly he began
sucking the cock in front of him.  He felt another man at the back of his head.
He turned, letting the stiff rod he was sucking fall from his mouth.  Another
bigger rod, this time Pico's was thrust into his waiting lips.  He alternated
sucking the brothers as his father came closer and closer to an eruption from
the volcanic mountian he was shoving in Mikey's orifice.  Mikey could stand it
no more.  When Carlos shot cum on his face and chest, Mikey began to explode.
Wad after wad of boy juice splattered over his father's body.  He felt Pico
began to furiously pump his face as his father quickened the pace of his
fucking.  Soon Mikey was awash in cum from both ends.  He tried to swallow as
quickly as possible simply to keep from drowning in Pico's cum. It was sweet,
more so than his cousin's.  Not as salty, but thicker.

His father screamed as he pulled his son as close to him as he could get.  Mikey
felt the hot jets of cum shooting through his body.  Again he came.  Together
the men locked into position and continued to shoot volumes of cum.  Carlos and
Pico were kissing Mikey and smearing their cum over both he and his father.
Carlos started sucking Mikey's cum from his father's chest and face.  Mikey felt
his father's cock slip from his ass.  It felt empty.  As if that cock belonged
there, and for the first time in Mikey's life it had been removed.

"That was some fuck boy," His father finally said between Carlos' kisses. "Why
didn't you ever tell me you was into that shit boy?"

"I wasn't until tonight.  But I don't wanna stop now"  He rolled onto his back
and pulled the now hardened Pico down on top of him.  He was ready again.  His
fater chuckled.

"Just like your Mamma."