The Hired Hand

Thanks to Jake Angel for this story!

After tending rowdy cattle, cross horses, and three wild barn cats, Jake Bailey decided to find some shade for a few moments of rest. Beforehand, he pulled the tractor up next to the barn, knowing the hay on the trailer wasn't going anywhere until he got back. Making sure he blocked the wheels, he headed into the woods bordering his grandparents' small farm.

Overhead, the brutal July sun beat down on his lean frame, intent on stealing what remained of his strength. Crossing into the wood line, relief was immediate. He picked an old hickory tree and took a seat at its base. Rough bark cut into his paper-thin shirt but he didn't care. His whole body begged for just a few moments rest. Lacing his fingers together, he laid them over his stomach, gave in, and closed his eyes.

Work for Jake started when he was nine. Granddad put him in charge of gathering eggs, sweeping the back stoop, and tending odd jobs as they came up. At thirteen, he raked leaves, fed the chickens, and carried wood from the wagon to the house. Fifteen had him throwing hay, pulling stumps, and digging post-holes. By the time he reached seventeen, farm work built a slender, muscular physique.

Lying in the shade, enjoying the breeze, he thought about where he'd go for his twenty-first birthday. A few miles to a steakhouse? Grilled chicken in town? Maybe, get dressed up and drive to the fancy wine and cheese place one town over? Treating himself to a good meal sounded all right. So did catching just a few minutes of sleep. Hay on the trailer, weeding the garden rows, and tending to his laundry could wait just a few minutes.

Sleep came like a welcome friend.

Shouting drove that friend away.

"Damn," he muttered, scrambling to his feet. "Damn, damn, damn!"

Right off, soreness in his arms had him rowing and swinging them to get it out. Dust blew up around his scuffed boots as soon as he hit the edge of the farm lot. Distance distorted the shouting, making it almost impossible to hear the words. Still, he called back, slowing his pace so as not to look guilty when facing whoever it was calling out.

Two summers back, a tow-headed slip of nothing came around asking for work. The kid was short, scrawny, and looked like a strong wind might have the better of him. Granddad told him there wasn't anything for him to do, not wanting to take the chance the kid would get hurt. That very same kid stood by the tractor, same blond curls, same goofy smile, still short, but far from scrawny.

Sometime in the last few years, hard work gave him a leaner, more toned and muscular body.

"Hey," the blond said, raising a hand. "You heard me calling, I guess."

"Davis county heard you calling. I was up in the loft, moving stuff around." The lie was easier than keeping his eyes off the obvious bulge in his biceps, straining the sleeves of his shirt. "What can I do for you, then?"

"Came by to see if there's work to be had."

"Always plenty of work," Jake said, dragging his eyes up the other's torso, pausing to peek at the deep cleft of pecs, trimmed in hair. "What's your rate?"

"Whatever's fair the work I do."

"I can pay standard for about two or three hours." He hooked a thumb at the hay. "Help me get this in the barn and I'll throw in supper, if you're up for it."

"I'm up for anything!" The goofy smile made another appearance. "Point me in the right direction and I'm on it!"

Hazel eyes, more brown than green. At least two months worth of growth on his sweet, round face. Firm, pink lips. Jake had a hard time looking away once he started noticing the features. The crooked, goofy smile almost did him in, though.

"You're trying to place me, I'll bet." The blond held out a hand. "Daniel Collins. Shane Collins' oldest. Turned eighteen a few months back so I'm legal now."

"Legal? For what?"

"Work, of course!"

"Uh-huh," was all Jake managed as he took the proffered hand. "Good to meet you. Again."

"Likewise! So, where is everybody? Looks like you're the only one here."

"Yeah, the grandparents went over to Hollis County to see the post-Fourth of July fireworks show. Kind of a vacation for them since they were working during the actual Fourth."

"You didn't want to go? Have a vacation of your own?"

"You kidding me? Taking a break from all the crazy family stuff and having the woods all to myself for a few days? That's the best vacation I could hope for!"

"All right, then!" Daniel said, that goofy grin coming back. "Let's get this vacation going by getting to work!!"

They started to work clearing the alleyway of the barn. Between them, they had everything put away in short order. The blond was a fast learner and smart enough to reason where things went without having to be told every time. Jake put away the hand tools he'd used earlier, locking up their storage box. As he left the service stall, he noted the fine figure Daniel struck, standing in the mouth of the barn. Nothing on him was out of proportion or larger than it should be except...

"We need to get you a hat," he called out, indicating his own. "Sun will cook your brain, otherwise."

"My daddy would say it'd be an improvement."

"I've got an extra there on the wall." Jake pointed. "Get it off the nail and let's get the garden done. We'll leave the hay for last since it's going to take the most out of us."

He watched the lean little cuss step up on the metal stall gate and reach across for the hat. No other pair of Wranglers he'd ever seen hugged a body the way those did. From where he stood, he made out defined calves, strong thighs, and the most perfect peach he'd ever seen on another male. Daniel dropped down, hat in hand, and turned to face him. For half a second, Jake wondered if the cute blond was cut or uncut inside those jeans.

"Cut," the blond said, fitting the hat over his abundant curls.

"Sorry?" the farmhand asked, blinking. "Cut, what?"

"Cut and run!" Daniel shouted, tapping Jake's shoulder and breaking for the exit. "Get to work, lazy bones!"

Realizing he'd been tagged, Jake gave chase. Instead of running to the garden, the nimble blond ran around feeding corrals, watering troughs, and a few of the salt lick stands. The farmhand ran after him, swiping at him whenever he got close. This failed every time. When it was obvious he wasn't going to catch him, Jake decided to just let him tire himself out but even this strategy had problems. Daniel also gained some stamina along with this new body of his. On their third go-around of the feeding corral, they stopped, one on either side, both grinning.

"Best just let me tag you, we're wasting daylight!"

Daniel grinned. "I don't let nobody win tag! You wanna touch me, you'll have to earn it, buck-o!" He chuckled. "What's wrong? You gettin' slow in your old age?"

"You're gonna get it now, scrawny!"

Jake faked right, then took off left, missing the blond's shoulder by inches. He almost got him at the troughs until Daniel leapt over them instead of going around. They played at his for a few more minutes until Jake stopped, bent forward, and dipped his head. Bracing his hands on his knees, he took in several deep breaths. Daniel sauntered over, boots crunching the dry dirt.

"It's all right, admitting defeat. Worse men have done it."

"Defeat, my ass!" The farmhand shouted, sprinting forward and smacking the blond's forearm. "Tag back, slowpoke!"

"Faker!" Daniel called out, laughing. "You're a faker, Jake Bailey! A big, fat FAKER!"

Jake flexed both arms as he walked toward the garden. "Least I'm not a big, fat LOSER! Come on, shiftless! We've got rows to hoe!"

Each took one side of the garden. To the right, Jake worked the hoe's blade in under the root of the intended weed, then gave the handle a quick jerk to remove it. On the other side, Daniel loosened the dirt, then did the same. Both techniques got the job done but demonstrated different approaches to the same task. When they reached a middle point at the same time, Jake noticed what Daniel was doing. The blond explained, this was how his grandmother taught him and it saved time. Continuing on, Jake altered his technique.

"Your grandma's a smart woman!"

"So she keeps reminding me!"

"What'd your family do for the Fourth?"

"The usual, get drunk, light off fireworks, and try not to blow off a hand!" Daniel chuckled. "Although a hand wasn't what I'd intended on blowing off if we'd have gone to Marlon for the actual fireworks."

The steady, rhythmic way the blond worked reminded Jake of a dance. At the end of the row, he was treated to the hypnotic back-and-forth of Daniel's denim-clad backside. Physical poetry, the way the other's compact little body swayed.

"We'll need to do the center rows by hand. Weeds look a lot like the plants."

Daniel let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Anything to get me on my knees, huh?"

This put a rise in the farmhand's crotch. "You gay, or something?"

"This going to be a problem?"

"Not if you do a good job while you're down there," Jake said, smirking. "And, you swallow, after."

This was met with another goofy, wide grin.

Jake waved him off, already working his hoe into the dirt. "Back to work! We still got hay to get to and you're burning daylight!"

"You always this rough on the help?"

"You ain't seen rough, boy!" Jake said, drinking in more of the sweet back-and-forth sway. "Just wait 'til you're on your knees!"

"Promises, promises!"

For reasons unknown, Jake's crotch swelled with the playful banter. Guys in the school locker room cut up and teased about sucking each other off. They laughed about who was going to fuck who when they loaded up and drove out to Highland Point where they snuck beers and weed on a Saturday night. They teased each other about who was just a little gay, who was a lot gay, and who was super, ultra, mega-gay. This kind of playful talk was all right for about two minutes until Jake had to excuse himself. He sometimes wondered if those guys ever saw how he looked at their square jaws, bright eyes, and the hard curves of their bodies. Bulging biceps. Thick thighs. The firmest their asses would ever be in their entire lives. He wondered if they suspected the things he fantasized about the six of them doing together out at the Point...

"Earth to Bailey! Earth to Bailey!

"Yeah!" He shouted, snapped back to the garden. "I hear you, foghorn! I hear you!"

"It's hot out here!" Daniel said, facing Jake. "After we get done, how about we walk over to the creek. Take a dip?"

"Nuh-uh!" Jake told him, shaking his head. "You're not getting me down there with all those snakes!"

"I ain't afraid of no snakes! Hell, I got one bigger than any you'll see in Hampton's Creek!"

The other's full-palm grab of his ample crotch got them both laughing. Eyes back on the row, Jake tried not to be too obvious about staring at the plumper, more defined outline in the tight Wranglers. He tried even harder not to wonder what it might look like free of its denim prison...bobbing and swaying inches from his face...its plump head resting on his cheek...on his tongue.

Stop it, he told himself, working his hoe instead of his pornographic mind.

The real reason he didn't want to go down to the creek was because neither of them had swimsuits and he wasn't wearing underwear. He was pretty sure the blond wasn't either and he didn't want to be caught throwing wood over a cute, built, one-day laborer...with the most perfect peachy butt.

Finished with the outer rows, they got to the center where they hand to weed by hand. Jake fell knees first into the dirt and got to work. Beside him, facing the opposite way, Daniel did the same.

"I see why we're having to do this by hand. The weeds are almost identical." He pulled a few. "How long you been doing this kind of work, Jake?"

"Seems like since I could walk good. You?"

"Just a few years and I love it! Let's me use my hands for something other than jerking off!"

"I can weed a garden, throw some hay, AND jerk off!"

Daniel snorted. "I'll bet you're really good at that last part!"

"You'll just have to keep wondering, gay boy!" Jake said, making a show of turning away. "No way I'm letting you in on my excellent technique!"

The blond laughed. After pulling half a dozen weeds, he straightened, resting his ass on his heels. "You mind if I ask you something?"

"No, you cannot suck my cock! Not while there's work to be done!"

"What about after?"

Not expecting this response, Jake looked up, squinting due to the sun. Dimples in the other's cheeks did something to him. Those eyes. The goofy smile. It was all mixing into a real, genuine distraction and he wasn't sure he knew why.

"You ever let a guy suck your cock?" Daniel asked. "Besides your brother, I mean."

"Ha. Ha." Jake deadpanned. "I don't even have brother. Only sisters."

"They any good at cocksucking?"

"Ask your dad," Jake said, working out a stubborn weed. "Unless they're more into your mom."

"He's got your-mom jokes!" Daniel roared, reached for a few more weeds. "We've got a live one, ladies and gentlemen!"

They continued working, each moving away from the other. In between handfuls of weeds, Jake glanced back to where Daniel knelt in the dirt, legs apart, back dipped, ass in the air. It stirred his cock, made it throb against the metal of his zipper.

"What were you going to ask me, before?"

Daniel straightened. The once loose, light blue shirt, now sweat-soaked, clung to his back, showing every flex of his muscular back. Over his shoulder, he grinned at Jake. "I was wondering, when we're done, since you won't go to the creek with me, if you'd let me suck your cock."

"Screw you," Jake chuckled. "Get serious!"

"Who says I'm not?"

Jesus, the farmhand thought, shaking his head. What a tease. At the end of the row, he stood. Daniel was back on his knees, bent over, getting the last few weeds out of his row. The view was just as great as before, maybe better. The blue fabric bunched at the small of his back, allowing Jake to get confirmation of his suspicions. No underwear.

"I never realized it," Daniel said, standing and coming down the row. "You are one tall shot of whiskey, Mr. Bailey!"

"You like whiskey?"

"From time to time."

The blond followed the farmhand out of the garden and back to the barn to put away the hoes. In the momentary shade, they each took a few minutes to wipe their foreheads and turn into the light breeze. Daniel took off his hat and shook his matted curls free of his forehead.

"You drink?" He asked, squatting.

"Not legally. Never the hard stuff. Makes me squirrely in the head. I don't like the feeling. How about you? Booze-hound at seventeen?"

"Nineteen," the blond shot back. "Nah. I'm not much of a drinker. A shot at Christmas. New Years, maybe. Don't sit right with me, either." He looked up. "You said, not legally. You're not twenty-one?"

"Not for a few more days."

"Got any special plans?"

"Nah," Jake said, heading through the alleyway. "Come on, let's get back to it. Think you can back the tractor in here without bringing the whole place down?"

"Hell, yeah! Outta the way, old man!"

The blond sprinted toward the tractor. Jake didn't try to catch him but he did try and warn him. "Wait," he called out, seeing what was about to happen. "You don't wanna do..."

In a rush, Daniel didn't stop to gauge how hot the seat would be. The heated leather lit his peachy ass up the second he touched it. Howling, he leapt down and did a funny little dance.

"Damn it!"

On his way out of the barn, Jake grabbed one of the horse blankets, intending to put it over the seat to cool it down a little. Coming around the back end of the trailer, he got an idea and spread the blanket over the hard wooden planks.

"How about we take a break? It's hot as hell out here and us old guys get winded faster than you young 'uns."

Only two of the six buttons on Daniel's shirt kept it closed. Once blond curls, now slick swirls, covered his pecs and lower stomach. A trickle of sweat crept down the curves and into the hairy valleys. Jake tried not to look, not to stare but his mind was already working on the dozen ways to work those last two buttons loose. To his surprise, the blond did it for him, whipping off his shirt and tossing it onto one of the hay bales. Free of it, he raised his arms, showing off deep hollows, each with its own thicket of hair.

"Sure are hairy for nineteen," Jake commented, hoisting himself onto the trailer.

"The one good gene I got from my dad. Sexy, right?"

"Plenty of guys are hairy," the farmhand said, unbuttoning his own shirt, exposing a decent amount of damp hair clinging to his own sculpted chest. "I'm hairy! Doesn't make me any sexier than the next guy."

"Might just depend on who you ask."

Hazel eyes met his with deliberate intensity, almost daring him to look away. The blond walked over and slid in between Jake's spread legs. Still staring him down, he rested both hands on the worn, dusty denim. The pressure of his fingers made Jake's cock twitch.

"Never answered me, before, Mr. Bailey. Ever felt the pleasure one man can give another?"

A year back, on an away basketball game, he'd gotten lost trying to find the bathroom. One of the school's seniors came out of it and they'd almost collided. After some mindless small talk, the guy convinced him to come inside, into one of the stalls. They'd...

"Did you like it?" The blond asked, reading the truth in the other's face. "I guarantee, I'm better."

In a strange sort of daze, Jake leaned back, supporting himself on his arms. Down the plain of his glistening torso, he watched gentle fingers creep into the matted hair on his stomach, then inch up to his pecs. Those same fingers circled his right nipple, closed around it, applied just enough pressure to get it hard enough to send a shiver through his whole body.

"This isn't weird to you?" He asked, feeling the shiver in his toes. "Not even a little?"

"Two young studs working together all day in the hot sun, taking a break to talk and maybe have a little fun, together? Nah, it's not weird. Kinda hot, you ask me."

Careful hands took hold of the fastening of his jeans and worked it loose. One hand held the flap, the other slid the zipper down with a metallic rasp. The blond never broke eye contact, not until Jake sat up and told him to stop.

"This isn't what I want," he said, shaking his head. "Not like this."

"How, then?"

"I don't know," Jake said, pushing off the trailer. "This feels cheap. Wrong, somehow." He shook his head. "Not wrong in it being two guys. Wrong in one human using another."

Facing the woods, he took off his hat, letting the breeze ruffle his hair and cool the heated confusion swirling in his head. His open shirt fluttered open, the same breeze cooling his torso. A familiar feeling crept into him, the same tense, awkward feeling he'd had at the school, in the bathroom with the senior. Trees rustled in the distance, whispering some secret he imagined might be about how he felt. Somehow, he wasn't the super-sexual stud he was supposed to be just because he liked men.

"If this is weird for you, I can go."

Jake sighed. "I don't want you to go. But, I don't want some random--"

"Roll in the hay?"

This brought Jake around, an easy smile replacing his frown. "You didn't."

The blond hooked a thumb in the direction of the hay bales on the trailer. "I had to, he said through the biggest, goofiest grin yet. "You gave me the perfect setup!"

"Okay, that one's on me."

"Hey, what if we just sat out here and talked? Nothing sexual, just two guys talking."

"About all the experiences I haven't had? About how green I am when it comes to sex?" Jake gazed up into the bright blue sky, closing his eyes against the sun. "Kissing? A little making out? It's all I've ever done and it's always been in some dark corner. In secret. Like I'm doing something dirty."

"If it's not dirty, you're not doing it right."

"Can you not make jokes, right now?"

"Sorry, sorry," Daniel said, holding up his hands in surrender. "You were trying to be serious. I didn't mean to interrupt your 'Notebook' monologue. Go on."

"You're a real horse's ass, you know that?" Kicking up dust, he crossed to Daniel and gave him a little shove. "It's not wrong to want something more, you know?"

"Bay-bee! If there's one thing I can do, it's 'more!" Daniel grabbed his crotch again, hefting it at Jake. "You want me to show you, just say the word!"

They laughed, a shared, comfortable sound. As it died off, Jake hauled himself back onto the trailer. He held out a hand, which Daniel accepted and was pulled up. While he faced the woods, Jake slipped out of his shirt and laid it across a hay bale.

"Just so I'm clear on things," the blond said, sliding both hands into his pockets. "We're not sucking each other off? Not fucking, either? Because, I showered and cleaned up REAL good before coming over."

"Why?"

"A guy never knows when he might get railed into next week by a lonesome, well-built hay-thrower, desperate for some connection."

Jake dropped his hat onto the blanket. He worked his boots off, then stuffed his socks into them. Connection, huh? His mind worked the word over and over. Coming in behind the blond, he swiped the hat off and tossed it behind him. He was ready when Daniel turned around. Jake caught his handsome face in both hands to steady it. Daniel's lazy, goofy grin evaporated when he realized what was happening.

Their lips touched for the briefest second.

Still holding Daniel's face, thumbs moving over his stubbled cheeks, Jake kissed him again, this time with strong intent and for much, much longer. The blond rose up on his toes, his mouth opening for Jake's tongue. The kiss deepened. Daniel's arms came up, slid in around the farmhand's neck.

For a while, they each existed only to the other.

"Wow," Daniel whispered when their lips parted. "Who knew such a romantic lurked under that gosh-golly-gee farmboy exterior?"

"You can go if you're just going to make fun of me."

"Hey," Daniel said, catching his wrist. "I wasn't making fun. Honest. You just surprised me, is all. I crack wise when I'm caught off-guard." He touched Jake's cheek. "I'm sorry."

Not wanting to dwell on 'sorry,' Jake leaned in to kiss the curve of Daniel's neck. He continued down, along his shoulder, back to the center of his chest. He was gentle but insistent when he raised the other's left arm and grazed the warm, damp thicket of hair with his nose. Work and the day's heat flavored Daniel's skin with a salty sweetness and scented him with the heady musk he inhaled.

"You like it?"

In answer, Jake nuzzled it, breathing in the aroma.

"Someone's a scent-hound," Daniel said, tangling his fingers in Jake's hair. "You're not the only one. Almost every time I'm stroking one off, I take more than one hit off my own scent."

"Nowhere on a man smells as good as under his arms after he's been working." He brought his forehead down, resting it against Daniel's. "You think I'm weird?"

"Of course, I think you're weird. I also think 'weird' is sexy."

Nuzzling the blond's neck, he said, "Take your boots off."

"Don't tell me, you're into feet."

"Now. Take your boots off, now."

Jake felt the shudder go through Daniel before he took a step back and started working his boots off. He dropped them beside the other pair before pulling his socks off, too.

"I have to warn you, that take-charge thing you just did? It'll get you in trouble, fast, with me. The second a man starts telling me what to do, like you did? I get all weak and...pliable. Everywhere."

"Good to know," the farmhand said, rearranging a few of the hay bales. "Hold off on your pants, for a sec." He took a seat and spread his legs. The tight confines of his jeans still held his plump cock, even though he hadn't pulled the zipper back up. "Right there," he pointed. "Stand right there and take your pants off for me."

"All right, Mr. Bossy! But, if I'm going to do this, I need your full attention."

"You haven't noticed?" Jake asked, leaning back. "You've had it all day."

Positioned in front of his one-man audience, Daniel leaned forward, hooked his thumbs into his beltloops. Arching his back, he treated Jake to an unhurried, sensual reveal.

"The best I've seen in a long, long while," the farmhand said, his cock swelling. "No tan lines."

"What should I do now?" Daniel asked, looking over his shoulder.

Standing, Jake admitted, "I've never done this before, I don't know."

Daniel got out of his pants. Naked he got close enough to Jake that their lower stomachs touched. "Yes, you do. Put your hands on me. Anywhere you want. Trust yourself."

They kissed again. Jake's work-worn hands moved across Daniel's chest and abs, around his hips, up his back, and down to cup the rounded cheeks of his perfect ass. Kneading them, he brought Daniel off the floor. Both the other's legs went around his waist. They kept kissing as Jake worked the firm flesh like stubborn dough. Daniel pressed into him, soft sighs escaping his parted lips.

"Let me...get out of these," Jake said, putting the blond back on the floor. "Sorry. I thought I'd be able to...damn it, I'm sweaty."

Daniel snickered as Jake set to working his jeans off. "It's okay. I'll just wait for you on the sweet little bed you made for us."

Face hot, hands refusing to work the way they should, Jake fumbled with his pants until he'd gotten them off and dropped them with his boots. Turning back, he felt his mouth go dry as any desert on Earth.

Daniel sat in the center of the two bales of hay, reclined on strong arms. The curve of his pecs, each ridge of his abs, the solid, deep V of his hips all glistened with sweat he'd been wearing all day. Lying back, he spread his legs. In this moment, he was less like a scrawny kid turned hunk and more like some ethereal being turned bronze, all the best parts of him dusted with curls of golden hair.

Until now, Jake had been content with glances and glimpses of what was now on full display. In the openness of the afternoon, under a scorching July sun, Jake got to his knees and closed the distance between them. He climbed up and over Daniel, assuming a kind of push-up position. Their stomachs touched first, both reacting to the contact. Jake felt his swollen cock slide in alongside Daniel's. The blond smiled up at him. Jake smiled back.

"You said, anywhere I want, right?"

"Yep. Anywhere you want. Everywhere...if you want."

The farmhand shifted his hips, pressing their pulsing pricks together. All their kissing, touching, and making out made one just as hard as the other. Jake got to his knees, wanting a good look at what he'd been imagining. Laying across his thigh, Daniel's half-hard cock was an easy seven inches and girthy. Its blush-pink head gave way to a deep purple under its mushroom-like rim. Thin threads of clear precum covered the blond's pubic curls.

"Anywhere?" Jake asked again, sliding off the hay but back onto his knees.

Daniel nodded, grinning.

Jake's tongue eased in under the head, dragging along its edge until he'd made a full round of it. He pressed his lips to the tip, covering the oozing slit. Gentle suction drew in the salty, sweet liquid. His lips slid over the head, taking it into his mouth.

"Yeah," Daniel sighed, his head falling back. "Oh...yeah."

The first full inch was easy and allowed Jake to use his tongue to almost massage the shaft. The next inch caused its owner to squirm. An urgent hand slid to the back of his head, holding him still for a solid minute while his tongue continued to work. Thick, salty liquid oozed into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah...so good, Jake."

Both hands slid in under those peachy cheeks. His thumbs massaged the smooth area under Daniel's balls, applying sufficient pressure to make him sigh. One leg rose, then slid up and over Jake's shoulder. When Jake swallowed another inch, the other leg closed in around him. Another inch and Daniel's breath came in short, quick gasps. Jake's thumbs moved down, gliding into the sweaty, furry cleft he'd been thinking about for most of the day.

"J-Ja...Jake," Daniel whispered.

It came again when both thumbs parted is cleft in a slow, deliberate gesture coinciding with Jake's mouth capping just his cockhead again. He bobbed a few times, taking an inch, then two, then three, creating a hard suction each time he returned to the head.

Daniel's body shook.

Spit gathered in his mouth as Jake's nose buried itself in Daniel's pubic bush. He parted his lips, letting it run out, over, and under the smooth balls, down to where his thumbs worked. He used the spit to coat the outside area of Daniel's most tender, most hidden spot.

At the head, Jake's tongue ran along the slit, dipping in and out a few times. The reward for his attention came in several thick globs of syrupy liquid, which he held. A few more bobs, a few more tongue-lashes of the head and his mouth was full. Dropping to the girthy base, he let it ooze out. With more to work with, he parted Daniel's moist pink pucker and used his thumbs to work it in deeper.

"God..." the blond sighed, moving his body closer to Jake's head. "This is...you're gonna...I mean..."

For the next two minutes, Jake worked all along Daniel's shaft. Twice he managed to take the full length without coughing or gagging, all while working spit and precum into his hole, along with Daniel's own sweat.

"I'm...uh...Jake...I can't..."

Knowing what the blond struggled to tell him, the farmhand slowed his mouth but didn't stop it. One hand came away from Daniel's ass to glide up his flat stomach. Two fingers of his other hand eased into the wet, willing hole he'd prepared.

Any words Daniel attempted came out as whimpers.

Jake's mouth came away from the blond's cock with a wet pop. Braced on one arm, Jake covered Daniel and drew his legs up with just the width of his shoulders. He dipped his head and closed his mouth over a tender nipple. Catching its spongy center between his teeth, he worked his tongue against its thick base, massaging it to hardness. The two fingers inside Daniel's ass moved in counterpoint to what he was now doing with his tongue.

Daniel squirmed against him, all quivering legs, shaking arms, and soft sighs.

"Ready?" Jake asked, his voice low and raspy.

"Y-Yeah..."

As his fingers slid free, Jake guided his smaller head forward. Daniel sighed, hazel eyes finding warm brown one full of concern for what he felt. They never lost contact as Jake inched into the tight, slick entrance. Only because of his considerate and thorough preparation and Daniel's eagerness, he didn't stop until his damp pubic hair flattened against firm, muscled cheeks.

"God, Jake," Daniel groaned, clutching his head and shoulder. "Oh...fuck...you're thick. No wonder....you didn't let me...see it, first."

Smiling, Jake gathered the blond into his arms and lifted him off the hay bales. Taking a few steps back, he crouched, then settled onto his knees without dislodging Daniel. They kissed with exquisite passion each contributed to the other. Daniel devoured his lips and tongue while caressing Jake's face. For four passionate minutes, with Daniel impaled, they made out this way.

It took some effort and experimentation to find the right angle to achieve what he wanted but when he did, Daniel used his legs and hips to ride Jake like he was a prized bull. Once he got used to both, length and girth were not a problem. Jake kissed and bit at the blond's nipples, clamping them with his teeth a few times just to hear him moan. His hips swiveled, rotated, pumped up, and relaxed according to what Daniel wanted from him. The blond kept his arms raised, allowing for a shared appreciation for his aromatic armpits.

After a few altered positions, Daniel fell forward, heart racing, body quivering. Jake held him, kissing his neck, licking the sweat from his shoulders, and breathing in the musk of his body.

"Enough?" Jake asked, nuzzling his neck. "Ready to stop?"

"N-No...not even close...just need you to take over."

"All right," the farmhand said, his arm sliding down to Daniel's waist. "Remember, you asked for this."

He was on his feet and walking them toward the taller, stacked hay bales. Daniel's back hit hard, making him smile in surprise. His legs slid in and around the other's waist. Jake braced himself, reading the blond's flushed, excited face. Spreading his legs, he braced his body before burying himself in Daniel's furnace-hot ass.

They both moaned at the resulting intensity.

"Jake...oh, fuck...fuck, that's good."

"More?"

"Hell, yes!"

Smirking, Jake pulled back, leaving only a few inches inside the blond. A hard, deliberate thrust shook Daniel all over. His sweet face registered the pain first. With Jake unmoving and throbbing inside of him, the pleasure came next, washing over him in seconds. They kissed while the farmhand experimented with depth, pacing, and hip speed. A few times, the result was wincing, not groaning or sighing. The combination of deeper thrusts, then shallower ones with long pauses between seemed to be the right one. Daniel angled his body so Jake slid in easier, so he was able to hold tighter to him when he pulled out. This was magic.

"Yeah..." the blond said, massaging his shoulder. "Slow...oh, fuck, yeah...slow, like that! Jesus..."

This proved so effective that they had to slow and even stop because Jake was closer and closer to cumming each time. Kissing and slow, deep breathes helped. Pulls off Daniel's sweaty armpits and a few off his own charged him up for the next round.

They moved to the blanket, Daniel on his knees, legs spread, shoulders on the floor. Jake leaned on one arm and one folded leg, his other leg on Daniel's lower back. He paused to appreciate the erotic sight of his swollen cock held tight in Daniel's puffy pink pucker.

"Hard..." Daniel whispered. "Fuck...fuck me hard, Jake."

Now in the home stretch, Jake did what was asked. Pouring himself into longer, deeper thrusts, July sunshine baked the two of them as their bodies moved against one another for a common, carnal goal. Sweat clung to his glistening torso and beaded on his lower stomach. It trickled off his balls and into the furry cleft of Daniel's well-stuffed hole. The slick, urgent sounds of their bodies impacting echoed through the barnyard, reaching the trees. They moved like one animal, grunting and moaning against one another. Jake slammed forward. Daniel forced his ass into the thrust. Back and for the motions shook the trailer, upsetting a few bales of hay, toppling some others.

Neither cared.

Jake held Daniel's hip as he raised himself up. "I'm close..."

"Hell, yeah!" The blond grunted. "Finish inside me! Fill me up!"

The farmhand closed his hand around the base of Daniel's cock and held it tight. The resulting whimpering only made what he'd done all the sweeter. Precum poured from the head, soaking his hand.

Daniel gripped the trailer's edge. Just like he'd wanted, Jake railed him hard, fast, and deep.

"GOOOOOOOOD..." Jake roared, throwing his head back. "DAAAAAAAAMN IT!!"

His stiff, swollen cock throbbed out his first molten glob of cum, plastering the whole of Daniel's gripping asshole. He pumped the second deeper, grinding his hips hard against the blond. A third geyser came with the desire to see Daniel's sweet, scruffy face covered in cum. By the time the fourth shot from his cock, the stuff was squelching around his moving shaft, running along his balls and onto Daniel's quivering, gripping ass.

On this final stroke of his cock, he gave Daniel's full length a tight stroke.

"Ooooooh, god," Daniel groaned, his body spasming. "Fuck...oh, FUCK..."

Cum geysered from his pulsing prick, spraying his lower stomach, the blanket and half the trailer. One knee gave out as he rode one of the hardest orgasms of his young life. Jake held his waist and his cock as it emptied itself .

"Goddamn it, Jake..."the blond muttered. "God...damn it."

Unmoving, Jake lay on the other's heaving back until his breathing returned to normal. Heat and mutual lust welded their bodies together, not allowing him to move. He still held the base of Daniel's cock, his thumb massaging the prominent vein along the shaft. Longer strokes caused quick jerks and long groans.

"Please...you're killing me, here."

Daniel managed to sit up. His back, still pressed into Jake's chest, ached as he straightened. Looking down, he watched the masterful hand continue working his shaft. In spite of the feeling, he took hold of the farmhand's wrist.

"I'm serious. I need a quick...breather."

He rose up and off Jake's semi-hard cock. Cum oozed out of his well-fucked, swollen hole, and down his leg. He reached for his boots as Jake righted himself.

"Leaving, huh?"

"Leaving?" Daniel said, chuckling. "I'm not leaving until you're too spent to spit!" He pulled on the first boot. "You had me bent like a pretzel for what felt like the most glorious two hours of my life -- so I DO have to walk around a little."

"Wait," Jake said, sliding to the trailer's edge. "Before you put those on, how about we put our pants on, too. Maybe walk down to the creek?"

"Hampton's Creek? What about the snakes?"

"Mine's bigger," the farmhand said through a grin. "What do you say?"

"I say, it's good to see you coming out of the dark and into the light, Mr. Bailey! Welcome!"

"Thank you," he said, slipping off the trailer. "For the work, the--"

"Amazing fuck," Daniel interrupted, grinning.

"Yeah, that, too." He held out a hand. The blond slipped his into it. "Most of all for being patient with me. You're my first...well, the first guy to do more than make out with me or grope me in a nasty bathroom stall. Thank you for treating me like a person."

"And, thank you for treating me like a cheap, dime store rent-boy! You railed me good and proper!" They laughed. "I recall you saying a meal was also included in today's wages. If I wanted. Well, I was thinking we could go over to Dave's and have a burger. Sound good?"

"After the creek."

"After the creek and maybe another joyride on your amazing cock!"

"Deal," Jake said, pulling the blond into his arms. "I'm glad I stayed back, had my own personal summer vacation!"

"Likewise. I'm glad to have met you, Mr. Bailey."

"And, I'm glad I met you, Mr. Collins. Thanks for sharing my vacations with me."