Lucas Martin came to work on my dad's farm fresh out of the Navy. He was the nephew of Nate Brock, the owner of the coffee shop and when there was talk around the shop of the guy getting out of the Navy and needing a job, my dad offered him one before anyone else could.
"He would appreciate that," Nate said. "He sure wouldn't be happy working here in the coffee shop after being in the Navy. Be warned, though, there's no guarantee how long he might stay," Nate went on. "He's already talked about maybe reenlisting in the Marines. I guess when the military gets in your blood......."
"I'll take him for as long as he wants to stay," dad said.
So dad hired him and I spent the next few weeks anxiously awaiting his arrival. Nate had a picture of him in the coffee shop and I'd also seen the one he carried in his billfold, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, and he was a drop-dead muscle hunk. I could hardly wait.
When he got home his dad told him he had the job with us, and one morning here he came driving up in his dad's old pickup. It was very early morning and I was just getting out of bed. I caught a glimpse of him out my upstairs bedroom window when he drove up. His left arm was crooked out the window, looked big as my thigh, and I could see his thick neck being hugged by his T-shirt. It was sexy as hell, the way he stepped out of the truck, the way his boot hit the ground. I about creamed in my shorts as I watched him walk toward the house in his tight, new jeans. I hurried up and got dressed so I could rush down to meet him. He and dad were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when I came in the kitchen.
"Brent, this is Lucas Martin, come to work for us," dad said. "This is my son, Brent."
Lucas raised up out of his chair without standing up and put out his hand. I nearly missed it when I put out my hand, I was so taken by his muscular arm and his overall incredible good looks.
"Good to meet you," he said.
"Yeah, same here," I managed to say.
"Lucas said he already ate at the coffee shop, so grab yourself something to eat," dad told me as he finished the last slurp of his coffee and stood up. Lucas did the same and I watched them walk out the door, my eyes glued to Lucas's tight, narrow butt clenching and churning inside his tight jeans. It looked like he had two bowling balls stuffed in his jeans.
Dad always hired a crew of men to put up hay. Half the crew would work out in the fields for a half-day, then trade off and work up in the hayloft and give the other guys a chance to get out in the open air. I hated working in the loft, keeping the hay bales that came up the elevator stacked just right so they wouldn't come tumbling down. It was hard work and it was hot as hell. But when dad assigned me right off to work in the loft with Lucas, I didn't mind so much. I admired Lucas so much it sort of hurt inside. I'd never met anybody who had such an effect on me, I think partly because he was so friendly toward me. I knew it was more than admiration, but I had to keep my real feelings hidden because my dad didn't know anything about who I really was, and I sure as hell couldn't let Lucas get even a hint. I could just see him laughing and telling the whole crew.
But I guess he didn't need a hint. He knew. He had known all along, he said, from the moment he met me. I didn't know how he could possibly guess till he told me later about life in the Navy and being onboard ships for long periods of time and how he had learned to recognize guys who were interested in other guys for sex.
There was an advantage to being in the loft first thing in the morning before the sun had a chance to beat down on the barn roof and turn the loft into an oven.
"I guess we just hang around and wait till they bring in a load of bales?" Lucas asked me as the rest of the crew was driving out to the field.
"No, we need to go up and move bales. The old hay has to be stacked close to the opening where it'll be used up first," I said.
"Oh. Well, I guess we'd better get our butts up there then," he said.
Yeah, I especially wanted to get his butt up in the loft. I wanted to watch his butt climbing up the ladder. I lingered back so he would go up first and I ogled his tight, round butt muscles churning inside his tight jeans as he climbed the ladder. Little did I know at the time that he was just as interested in getting my tight little butt up in the loft.
First thing he did when we got up there was take off his shirt. I almost gasped when he peeled the tight, white T-shirt up over his head. I had a couple of seconds of pure, lustful ogling while his face was hidden in the shirt. His upper body seemed to explode out of his jeans when he raised his arms, and when he had the shirt off and let his arms back down, his thick pecs settled onto his chest with a little jounce, like two big beef steaks. I had to tear my eyes away from his big nipples, and those to-die-for abs that sloped down into the waist of his jeans and the two slabs of tenderloin down his sides that framed those abs. I had seen and heard of six-pack abs; Lucas had the whole damned case. Fuck, he was beautiful.
He gave his jeans a hitch which sort of hefted and rearranged the bulge in front a little but it settled back into place. I longed to know what was inside that bulging denim. I doubted if I ever would, except maybe if I saw him taking a piss, but if not, just being able to look at it was enough.
I showed him where we had to stack the old hay bales and we went to work. It was barely minutes before we worked up a horrendous sweat. He complained that he probably smelled like a horse already, but I didn't tell him I didn't mind. I loved the manly smell of his fresh sweat pouring down his chest. I wanted to lick it off of his muscles.
"Aren't you hot in that shirt?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I don't like the chaff on my sweaty skin," I said.
"I don't either, but when we're done up here, I'm going down and dunk myself in the horse tank," he said.
"It'll feel good, but it won't take all the chaff off," I told him.
"Yeah, but a guy just looks better with sweat running down his bare muscles," he said with a mischievous grin.
I thought it was a weird thing for him to say, but I was glad he said it. I sure agreed with him, at least as far as his bare, sweaty muscles were concerned.
"Everybody ran around without their shirts all the time on the ship," he went on as he tossed a bale on the stack and kicked it tightly into place with his knee. Then he turned to me with that grin still on his face. "You've got plenty of muscles to show off yourself," he said as he came toward me. "Come on, take your shirt off." With that, he tugged my shirt up from my waist and was pulling it off of me.
"Not like you," I said, a little embarrassed, as I raised my arms for him to pull it off of me.
"Shit, you're built, kid," he said, tossing my shirt aside. "By the time you're my age...how old are you, anyway?"
"Turned eighteen two weeks ago," I said.
"Well, belated happy birthday. If I'd known, I would've bought you something."
"You weren't here two weeks ago," I reminded him.
"But if I'd known about you, I would've brought you something, and I would've been here earlier," he said. "Wish I could give you something now. But I don't know if you'd be ready for it; if you're old enough or mature enough to handle it."
"What is it that you think I wouldn't be old enough to handle?" I asked. I knew he was egging me on to something, I just didn't know what exactly, but I took the challenge.
He looked me up and down with a sly grin, then sort of nodded. "Hang on a second," he said, turning away from me. The muscles of his back and shoulders, and his triceps rippled and bulged as he was doing something in front; it looked like he was fixing his fly or something. Then he turned back around and I saw that he'd been un-fixing his fly. It was laid wide open and he had hanging out of it the biggest cock I'd ever seen or even imagined! It looked like he'd stole it off a horse! Same for his balls. They were pushed out over the waistband of his shorts like two baseballs in a sack and his cock was draped over them like hunk of radiator hose. He was intimidating as hell, and suddenly I was a little scared of him and his boldness as I wondered what he had in mind to give me, or make me do.
"Bet you never seen a cock this big," he said.
"No, I never did," I said. "Except on a horse." I hoped I didn't sound as nervous as I felt inside. I thought he was beautiful before; he was drop-dead gorgeous standing there with his awesome manhood hanging out.
He laughed. "Yeah, that's what they used to call me onboard ship; Horse." He twisted his hips from side to side, causing his big cock to swing back and forth. "You wanta have a feel?" he asked as he moved closer, within arm's reach.
Hell, yeah, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to do more than touch it; fuck, my mouth was watering, but I didn't know what to do. It wasn't the first cock I'd ever seen, of course, but it was the biggest and the first one to be so blatantly offered to me.
"You ever done anything with another guy before?" he asked.
"No," I replied.
"There's gotta be a first time for everything. Go ahead, then, have a feel," he said, placing one big hand on my shoulder. "I know it looks mean, but it ain't gonna bite."
I was suddenly aware of the pressure of his hand on my shoulder and realized that he wasn't inviting me just to touch his cock. He was big and strong and I was scared of him, knowing he could make me do anything he wanted. The pressure of his hand weakened my knees and I felt them bending, and heard him laugh deep in his belly as I began to go down.
He successfully pushed me to my knees with very little effort and I was face to face with it; close enough that I could smell his wonderful sweat from his crotch. The thing was moving, coming to life, pulsating in a steady rhythm, growing bigger with each pulse.
"Better get on it before it gets too big for you to handle," he said.
Too big? Geezuss, I wondered, how much bigger would he get? I was gonna soon find out, for his hand was wrapped around the back of my head, pushing my face toward his cock. Instinctively, I wet my lips even though I had never sucked a cock before, and then my face was being smashed against the warm, meaty flesh. I felt light headed, so close to performing the act I had so long dreamed of.
"Go ahead, open up, give it a try," he urged me.
I wet my lips again and parted them, not enough to receive his cock which had by now lifted out from his balls and was beginning to throb instead of pulse. He took it in his hand and rubbed the head around my mouth, leaving warm, slick ball juice all over my lips. Again, I flicked my tongue out to lick my lips and got my first taste of the stuff. It tasted wonderful. But I was doubtful what I was going to do with such a big cock. Certainly, I was going to try to suck it. I had no choice, with one hand clamped around the back of my head, the other rubbing his cock over my face, prying my lips open. Finally, I bravely opened my mouth as wide as I could and he filled it with warm, live cock.
"Hhhhuummmppphhhhhh!" I moaned. It filled my mouth to capacity; the head pressed hard against the back of my throat and I thought he was going to force it through and choke me. My eyes were bugged out and I was stunned, then, to see that his big hand barely reached all the way around his cock. Godd, he was huge! His fingers barely touch and I had a mouthful, maybe two or three inches of it, and there was at least six inches of thick shaft between my face and his pubes.
"Suck it," he said.
Stupid me, I didn't know how to suck cock; there wasn't room to do much of anything with it except hold it in my mouth. I managed to wrench my head free of his grip and move off of his cock.
"I don't know what to do; its so big," I said.
"Just move your mouth on it, and use your tongue. Lots of tongue," he said, and he demonstrated by shoving his cock back in my mouth and moving it back and forth, like he was fucking my face.
Okay, I could do that much for him; he wasn't forcing it down my throat. I took over what he was doing and started lashing my tongue all over it.
"Awwwhhhh, yeahhhh," he moaned, tossing his head back. "Fuck, you know how. You're doing it right," he encouraged me.
I was happy that I was making him feel good and as I caught on, I started sucking him in earnest. Pretty soon, he removed his hand from my head and from his cock and gave me free rein. I wrapped my hand around his huge cock and used it along with my mouth to make sort of a pussy for him to fuck. He had bigger hands than me; my fingers didn't come hear touching.
"Dam, boy, you know how to suck cock," he moaned. "I wish I'd had you on board ship with me."
Wouldn't that have been wonderful, I thought, to be on a ship with hundreds, maybe thousands of horny sailors. I would've served my whole time on my knees; or so I naively thought. He would teach me later, just how naive I was; that I would've spent an equal amount of time on my back or on my hands and knees. But at that moment, I thought that having sex with another man involved nothing more than jacking him off and/or sucking his cock.
We were going at it good when I heard the chug-chug of the tractor in the distance; they were bringing up a wagon-load of hay. I backed off his cock.
"They're coming in with a load," I said.
"Not before I come in with a load," he said. "From the sound of it, they're just leaving the field. We've got time to finish." And with that, he put his hand on top of my head again and shoved his cock back in my mouth.
Now I really was terrified. Not before he came with a load? We had time to finish? I hadn't given a thought to him finishing; as if I could just suck him till the end of time. Damn, I was naïve. How would I know when he was ready to shoot? Would he warn me and pull his cock out of my mouth at the last second? Or not pull his cock out at all? I knew what cum tasted like, my own at least, and I didn't particularly like the taste of it. And from the looks of his balls, there was bound to be a lot of it. What was I supposed to do?
I managed to wrench my head free of his grip and get off of his cock again.
"Will you pull your cock out of my mouth before you go off?" I asked.
"Sure," he said.
Naively, I trusted him.
As the sound of the tractor grew closer, he became more frantically intense, and intensely determined to get off. Finally he growled something deep in his belly and tightened his grip on my head again as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth in a fury. I braced myself, ready to jerk my head away at his warning. Suddenly he jerked his hips back, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud suctioning noise, like my mouth didn't want to let go of it, and his hand became like a vise on my head. He started fisting his cock and growling obscenities and I new he was about to cum. But he wouldn't let me move my head. He wasn't going to shoot his load in my mouth; he was going to shoot all over my face!
"Open your mouth!" he said.
I was aghast. "You said you wouldn't shoot in my mouth," I said quickly.
"No, I said I would pull out. I pulled out; now open your mouth. Give me a target."
Give him a target!? This wasn't target practice! He wanted to cum in my mouth! I had a moment of panic, watching his big hand pumping the big canon and his powerful thighs trembling inside his jeans.
"Open up!" he said again, and this time he spread his big hand over my face and dug his thumb between my lips, practically tearing my mouth open. I opened up for him. Just in time. A huge rope of cum shot out the end of his cock and splattered against the back of my mouth. I whimpered with delight. It was the most wonderful sensation, feeling the warm, thick goo hitting the back of my mouth and running down. He gave me another, then another, and my mouth was quickly filled enough that my tongue was completely covered and I was getting my first real, full taste of another man's semen. His arm was shaking and he lost control and shot several times all over my face. I closed my eyes. He was hitting me hard, with such power that I couldn't imagine, and I tried to backtrack and count the shots. Five, I thought, then six....seven....eight... nine .....Geezusss, where was it all coming from!....ten.... and then I stopped counting, I was so caught up in it.
A moment later, I was drenched in come, the stuff was running down my face and neck and even my chest. And my mouth was full, cum was running down my chin. I dry-swallowed a couple of times as I wondered what I should do with the stuff. I couldn't actually swallow it. He surely couldn't expect me to do that. But I thought if I spit it out he might get mad, like I would be wasting it or something. I was horrified when he crooked a finger under my chin to force my mouth closed and told me to swallow it.
I dry swallowed again but didn't take any cum down my throat. It was a futile effort, I still had a mouthful of cum and he was holding my mouth shut.
"Come on, swallow it," he urged me, and pinched my nose with his fingers.
I fought it till I had to have air, then finally gulped it down. I was surprised how easily so much of the thick semen slid down my throat. I swallowed again, and again, till I had it all down but the taste.
"That a boy," he said, he said as he stepped away from me to shove his manhood back in his shorts and do up his jeans. "Come on, they're pulling in," he said as he reached down and got my T-shirt and tossed it to me. "Better get that stuff wiped off."
I wasn't as worried about wiping all the cum off as I was about getting sick. The taste of his cum when I had my mouth full of it wasn't so bad; I sort of liked it. But the aftertaste was terrible. I kept swallowing and working up spit to rinse my mouth out and swallow again but it was like the stuff had stuck to my teeth or something and there was the idea that I had swallowed the thick goo and all those billions of live sperm were swimming around in my stomach.
I wiped the come off my face and neck and chest and he swiped at a glob in my hair. I heard the conveyor start up and the guys down below yelling they were ready. He walked over to the opening, poised to receive the first bales of hay, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I rushed over to a corner of the loft and threw up. He stood there and laughed at me.
"Shit, boy, if I'd known you was going throw it up, I would've let you just spit it out."
I kicked a bunch of loose hay over the streaky globs of cum. I was weak in the stomach as I joined him at the opening, jerking the bales out of the way of the conveyor as they came tumbling off. Before long I had worked up a streaming sweat and was swallowing my own perspiration and the saltiness helped wash away the taste of his come. All the while, despite just getting sick, I was getting turned on again, watching his thick, powerful muscles bulging and rippling.
The bales came up the conveyor so fast that we didn't have time to stack them all while it was running. Instead, we tossed them aside to be stacked later. I was enjoying working with the big Navy stud, and I didn't care anymore that he had shot off in my mouth and made me sick. Finally the conveyor ran empty and a moment later it shut down and the tractor started up to take the crew back out to the field.
We stepped up to the opening for some fresh air before we started stacking the bales that we had tossed aside.
"I didn't get a chance to tell you, that was one awesome suck job you gave me," he said as we worked.
"It was my first time," I said.
"Yeah, I sort of thought so. But you did good. Sorry you got sick, though."
"I'm okay now," I said.
"Okay enough that it didn't make you swear off of it for life?" he asked jokingly.
"No, I don't think so," I said.
"You would wanta do it again, then."
"Yeah, I think so. Now that I know what I'm doing, and what to expect," I said.
"You don't like the taste of cum," he said, laughing.
"It wasn't the taste so much as the idea of swallowing it. And there was so much of it," I said.
""Yeah, I should've warned you I'm a heavy cummer, but that would've probably scared you more. How do you feel about fucking?" he asked.
"I never fucked before," I said. "I never did much of anything but jack off till awhile ago."
"Let's get these bales stacked and we'll give it a try," he said.
I stopped, looking all around, weirdly, as I were half expecting a couple of girls to come crawling up into the loft. But there were no girls and I knew there weren't going to be any girls.
"Who're we gonna fuck?" I asked.
"You," he said.
I'd already figured it out but still, I was so stunned my mouth flew open and I dropped the bale of hay. My eyes must've been wide.
"Me!? How're you gonna fuck me? I'm not a girl."
He laughed as he took out his bandanna and wiped the sweat off his face. "Figure it out," he said.
It didn't take long to figure it out. There was only one way it could happen...his cock up my ass! Suddenly I was terrified. His cock had to be easily nine inches long, and big around as my wrist. No way would it fit in my ass. Not without drilling me a new asshole. He saw my fear.
"Don't worry, I'll get you ready, all relaxed and loosened up, all nice and ready, so you'll want it," he said.
"I don't think so," I said bravely, and my head was spinning with how the hell I could get away from him if he tried to force me. But he was standing between me and the opening.
"You don't think so?" he scoffed, laughing. "Think again, dude."
"Seriously, Lucas, there's no way that could possibly happen. Fuck, you're as big as a horse," I said.
"And you're gonna be my little mare," he said with an evil chuckle. "I won't lie to you, it'll hurt some at first, till you get used to it, but only for a minute, then it'll feel good. Promise. I've had enough guys thrashing around on my cock to know."
"Did you force them?" I asked.
"No, hell, I had 'em standing in line for it, once they had a sample of it," he said. "You know how you couldn't take much more than the head in your mouth? Well, you'll be able to take it all the other way."
"No fuckin' way!" I said. "You would tear me a new asshole."
"It might feel like it, but you'll close up afterwards, just as nice and tight as you were before. And there's a spot up inside you that when I rub my cock over it, its gonna drive you nuts. I've had guys scream with pleasure when I fucked 'em."
"Are you sure it was from pleasure?" I asked.
"Hey, they were begging for it, they weren't yelling for me to stop," he said. "But I'll get you warmed up to it," he went on. "We won't actually do it this trip. We'll spend this time getting you warmed up."
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