The Hay Loft – 2

I would spend this time figuring out how to get the hell out of the hayloft. There was a cooler of iced bottles of water so I couldn't use the excuse that I needed to go down to get a drink. And we had both already taken a piss out of the opening. We got the bales stacked in short order and Lucas didn't waste any time. He walked over to me and wrapped his hand around the back of my head.

"Here, suck my tits," he said, smashing my face against his hard, thick chest.

It was a fuckin' weird request, I thought, but I found myself flicking the big, turgid nipples with my tongue and sucking them through my tightly pursed lips, like I was sucking a tiny cock. He loved it. So did I. His tits got even bigger, about the size as the first knuckle of my little finger, and hard as erasers. Suddenly, I was loving it, and loving the taste of his fresh sweat. I clasped my hands around his sides and lavered my tongue all over his broad, thick pecs, licking off his sweat and sucking on his tits, first one then the other. He started flicking my tits with his fingers and squeezing them, almost painfully, and I felt myself getting a hardon. Before long, I was moving my hands lower, groping for the front of his jeans. Yeah, I wanted his cock again, only in my mouth, not my ass, and I figured if I could keep him satisfied by sucking him, he would forget about wanting to fuck my ass hole.

Lucas had different ideas. He was unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down, along with his shorts and I fully expected to be forced to my knees, except he wouldn't have to force me this time. Instead, when his jeans and shorts were down around his ankles, he turned around and sort of bent over and pulled my face into his butt!

I was horrified for a second as he smashed his hard, hairy butt against my face. I was appalled at first but quickly found, when he pulled one side of his butt apart, that I liked the aroma and the taste of his sweaty ass. I pulled both sides apart and buried my face between them, instinctively tonguing his clenching hole.

"Fuck, yeah, you like that, don't you?" he said.

Yeah, I liked it. I ate his ass like a hungry puppy lapping up warm milk. He reached back and dug his fingers into the muscle surrounding his hole and stretched it wide open. I could actually see the velvety pink muscles inside clenching and palpitating, inviting me in. I took his cue and dug my fingers inside his asshole and stretched it open even further. Then I buried my tongue in as deep as I could reach.

"Yyyeeeaahhhhhhhh!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I couldn't have imagined ever wanting to do such a thing, but I couldn't get enough of his ass. The taste and the musky aroma were like an aphrodisiac. It was almost as good as sucking his cock. He didn't have to hold my head anymore. He was bent over, grabbing his ankles, his butt spread so wide it was like a feast on a silver platter.

"Wait," he said as he straightened. He had loosened the laces of his boots and now he stepped out of them. Then he pulled off his jeans and shorts and stood naked except for his socks. He lay back on a hay bale and lifted his legs up over his head, spreading his butt even wider. I knelt down and went to work on him again. Fuck, it was wonderful!

The time passed and we were suddenly aware of the sound of the tractor coming back up the lane.

"Oh, shit, they're coming, you better get your jeans on," I gasped as I started to raise up.

"I'm coming too!" he said as he quickly grabbed my head and smashed it back into his butt. "Keep eating me. Get your tongue up in there till I cum."

I was more than happy to oblige. I stood, bent over him, with his body bent in half, and tongued his quivering asshole while he jacked himself. I was able to judge the angle of his body and I tilted him a little more so that his cock was aimed straight at his face. Suddenly I felt his asshole clench tightly around my tongue, then loosen, then tighten again, and again, till it was fluttering to announce his approaching climax. Just before the crucial moment I got the idea to replace my tongue with my finger. He let out a yowl when I shoved it in to the hilt, far deeper than my tongue would reach; and another, louder yowl when I touched a spongy spot up inside him. He shot off like the first time, great ropes of cum belching out of his cock like rockets, splattering his face, spewing into his mouth as he cried out with lust. I could hear the tractor coming closer but I finished him off with my finger rubbing the spongy organ that seemed to set him wild. At the last, I replaced my finger with my tongue. We didn't stop till we heard the conveyor start up. Lucas jumped up, semen streaming down his face and neck. I handed him his T-shirt but he grabbed me and told me to lick it off; to clean up the mess I'd made. I did, as fast as I could, and it wasn't so bad. I sort of enjoyed licking it off; I liked the taste of his cum mixed with his sweat. Then the first bale fell from the conveyor and I rushed to get it while Lucas scrambled into his jeans and boots.

"How the hell did you know to do that; use your finger like that?" he asked as we were tossing and stacking the bales.          

"I didn't really know; it just came to me to do it," I said.

"Well, now you've got an idea what I'm gonna do to you," he said.

You would think we were finished after the second time, but I was so revved up I couldn't wait to get this wagon unloaded and send the crew back out to the field and leave me and Lucas to ourselves again. I still had the taste of his sweat and semen in my mouth and it was like an aphrodisiac. I was still scared of the guy, more so now that I had an inkling of what might come next. But my fear couldn't suppress the ungodly desire that had suddenly kindled itself in my loins.

When the last bale tumbled off the conveyor, I grabbed it and carried it over to the stack, anxious to resume whatever Lucas had in mind for me.

"I'm going down for a quick dunk in the horse tank," he said.

"I'll come with you," I said.

He climbed down first and caught me when I jumped from halfway down the ladder. I followed him out to the horse tank, located out behind the barn. He bent over and literally dunked nearly all of his upper body into the cool water. He stayed under for a long time before he raised back up, water sheeting down his muscular torso. He shook his head, sending water flying all around. I stood at the edge of the tank, trying to work up the courage to dunk myself into the cool water like he'd done. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and dunked me. He held me under till I was frantic for air then drew me back up.           

"You're fuckin' trying to drown me?" I said.

"I wouldn't drown you, I'm not done with you yet," he said. "Come on, we don't have time to waste."

We climbed back up in the loft and Lucas started taking off his clothes again. I followed suit. When he was naked except for his socks, he put his work boots back on. He looked sexy as hell. I did the same.

"Fuck, you look sexy in those boots," he told me.

"Yeah, so do you." I was ready to attack his magnificent body, but I didn't know exactly what he had in mind so I waited. I got the surprise of my life.

Like I said, Lucas was a big man. Big and muscular. He was strong enough tossed the hay bales around, one in each hand. I think he could've tossed two in each hand if he could've gotten a grip on them. I let out a surprised yelp when he picked me up by my waist and turned me upside down! He hefted me up with my legs across his shoulders and I was hanging onto his thick thighs with my head dangling right in front of his manhood. It excited the hell out of me; I was going to suck his cock hanging upside down. He had a good hold on me so I let go of his leg and grabbed hold of his cock with both hands. It wasn't fully hard yet but it was a handful to hold onto. I took it in my mouth and started sucking. All the while, I had the silly notion that he might suck me as well; he had me in the perfect position-a standing sixty-nine. But I got an even greater surprise. He pulled my butt apart and started lapping at my asshole while he swung me back and forth on his cock!

Even with my mouth full of his cock, I squealed around it. He had a tongue as muscular as the rest of him. I couldn't hold still. I was thrashing around, hanging from his shoulders, and sucking his cock like a hungry wolf. Then he used his finger, like I'd done to him. Lucas had big hands, really long fingers, really thick. I squealed again when he touched something inside me. I was seeing stars. Geezuss, what was it! Did I have a clit hidden away in there? I remembered making him cum by doing this to his ass; now I knew why. He was thrusting his cock at me, swinging his hips back and forth, causing me to swing like a tree limb in a windstorm. I hung on for dear life and gobbled his cock.

"Don't cum," he told me when I got really wild.

"Then you gotta stop doing that," I gasped.

"Okay, we'll do something else," he said.

He let me down and set me on my feet and steadied me. My asshole was clenching with a deep itch, wanting more of his tongue or his finger or something; fuck, anything! He led me over to a stack of bales and pushed me onto my back. He straddled the bale and spat on his cock. It was cumming. He was going to fuck me. I was scared senseless but I didn't give a thought to trying to stop him. I couldn't have stopped him anyway, but I didn't want to. He bent down and grabbed my ankles and brought my legs up, held high and wide, shoved back so my butt was tilted up off the bale.

"Okay, this is gonna hurt a little bit," he warned as he hunkered down on his haunches to bring his cock at the same level with my butt.

He didn't have to guide his cock with his hand; it found its own way. The head spread my butt apart and pressed against my asshole. He pushed and twisted his hips around, working against the spongy muscle surrounding my hole.

"Try to relax," he told me.

I had no idea how I could relax, I was so keyed up and scared. He pushed hard. Then harder. I didn't think it was going to go in. Then he slid his hands down my thighs to grasp my hipbones for a better grip. He pulled on my hips and pushed at the same time and the head of his cock burst through my tight hole.

"AAAaahhhhhhhhhhh!" I yelled. A little bit? The pain was excruciating. I saw stars dancing on my closed eyelids. My breath wouldn't come. He was killing me! Goddamn, my asshole would never be the same again. I was afraid it wouldn't close up like he said it would "Yeah, I know, it hurts at first, but just hang on, it'll start feeling good in a minute," Lucas told me.

It was the longest minute of my life. I trembled with the pain, cringing and screaming out silently for him to stop. He gave me some more cock and my scream came out. But Lucas didn't stop. He held still for a minute, but his huge cock throbbed violently inside me. After a minute he shoved more cock in me. I didn't yell this time; I took it with only a grimace. He gave me more, and I didn't even grimace. It wasn't feeling good but the pain was subsiding and I stopped shaking. Then he shoved all the way in me; buried his cock in a place that I didn't know was there. It felt like he literally nailed me to the hay bale. He stayed pressed down against me, his cock throbbing deep inside me, till I got used to it, then he slowly withdrew about half way and started fucking me.

"Ohhhh," I gasped, with surprise as he bored back through my hole. It felt different now; the pain was dulled to almost nothing and I was being stuffed with a hot stiffness that made my insides sort of flutter with excitement. "Ohhh.....ohhh, fuck, man.....Awwwhhh......"

"That feeling good now?" he asked.

"Yessss!" I hissed, grimacing from the pleasure now instead of pain. "Ohhh, yess, it feels good!"

"Yeah, I knew it would. Never had anybody tell me my cock didn't feel good boring into their asshole," he said.

"Have you fucked a lot of guys?" I asked.

"More than I can count," he replied.

"So I'm just another fuck for you," I said. It sounded stupid the moment I said it; sounded like a jealous girl or something.

"Naw, you're a hot little fuck," he said as he swiveled his lean hips back and forth to drive his cock in and out of me. "Fuckin' hot and tight."

"OOOhhh....AAAaahhhh!....Ohhh, Godddd....How long can you fuck?" I asked. That sounded stupid, too, and I thought I ought to keep my mouth shut, but I wanted him to last.

"Till they have to order you a new asshole," he said. "Till the next wagonload of hay comes in."

"Okay, I'll try to hold off, too," I said. He really plowed into me. He was horny as hell, and his muscles rippling, all gleaming with sweat, were turning me on something terrible. He was really sweating; I couldn't even get a good hold on his shoulders or his back, he was so slick, and I caught drops of his wonderful salty sweat in my mouth. We got a little too rowdy and the bale of hay tilted and we tumbled off. He caught me, and without missing a stroke, laid me on the floor of the loft and proceeded to nail me to the floor. Goddamn, he could fuck! And I knew I wasn't going to ever be the same after he got done with me.

I lost all track of time. Hell, for the time he was pounding my butt I was oblivious to everything except the burning lust inside me and Lucas's big cock trying to satisfy it. I wouldn't have cared if my dad had climbed up in the loft and saw the hunky sailor fucking his son. I didn't know how long he fucked me; the sun could've gone down and come up again and I wouldn't have noticed. Fortunately, Lucas was paying attention.

"Gonna have to shift it into high gear; I hear the wagon coming," he growled as he began to pick up his pace even more.

"Geezusss!....Awww, fuck!.....what gear did you have it in?" I moaned.

"Not high," he said. "Gotta get us off," he grunted as he fucked me harder.

"Yesss!" I hissed. "Awww, Yess!.....fuck me, man......aww, you're fuckin' me a new asshole!......Geezusss, Lucas, where'd you learn to fuck like this!....Ohhh....Ohhhh.... Ohhhhhh.....Awwww, Lucas.....I'm gonna come, man.....Fuck, I'm coming....!!"

The words were barely out of my mouth when Lucas slammed his cock into me with a loud grunt I felt him letting loose inside me. I never felt anything so wonderful.....like warm honey being spurted up in my guts. My own load was on its way, and seconds later, I was spewing thick, creamy semen all over myself, and on Lucas when he hunkered down too low. In the back of my mind I thought I could hear the tractor and wagon coming closer. Suddenly I realized that it wasn't just coming closer, it was here! They were starting up the conveyor!

"Lucas!" I gasped, choking on my lust as I kept spewing come, and Lucas was still shooting inside me. "Fuck, Lucas, they're here!"

"Yeah......Fuck!" he swore through clenched teeth and a grimace as he forced himself to pull his cock out of me.

"What the fuck.......!!!"

I jumped from fright at the voice in the loft. I snapped my head around to see Joey Cornell and his dad standing there gaping at us, wide-eyed, with their mouths dropped.

"Geezusss, Joey, you hadn't ought to be here seeing this," his dad said, but neither of them took their eyes off of us.

"Hell, I ain't leaving, Dad," Joey said defiantly. I saw his eyes were shifting from me, a look of total disbelief, to Lucas's huge cock, slick from my ass and suspended out in a wide arch like an oversized hunk of sausage. "Geez, I never seen a cock that size before," he said. His dad scowled at him and he sort of turned red; I didn't think he intended to blurt it out like that. Then he turned to me. "Fuck, Brent, I didn't know you was gay," he said.

It was on the tip of my tongue that I wasn't, but then I realized how idiotic that would sound, since I was lying there on a bale of hay, naked, with come all over me and I could feel Lucas's come running out of my ass, and they could probably see it, and Lucas standing there with his big cock hanging out, still dripping from my ass.

"You dad told us to come up and take your place up here," Mr. Cornell said. Then he turned to his son. "You can go on back down with Lucas, here, Brent can stay up here with me."

Joey broke out in a big smile, his eyes dancing with mischief as he was shaking his head.

"Huh-uh, you ain't pulling that on me," he said. "I'm staying up here."

"Well, somebody's gotta go down and help unload the wagon," the man said.

"Yeah, but it ain't gonna be me," Joey said. "I did my share of unloading down there. I wanta unload up here now," he said with a soft chuckle as he rubbed the front of his dusty jeans.

"Joey, you can just get those thoughts out of you head," his dad said.

"They're in your head, no reason why they shouldn't be in mine," the boy said.

I was shocked at his bold belligerence and defiance of his dad.

"I'll go down," Lucas said.

Just then the bales began to drop off the conveyor belt onto the floor of the loft. Mr. Cornell rushed to start stacking them off. Joey walked past me real slow as I sat up, reaching for my clothes. He jerked his bandanna out of his pocket and tossed it at me.

"Here, you can use this to wipe yourself off," he said. "But don't go anywhere. I want some of what you was giving Lucas. Fuck, Brent, why didn't you tell me you liked to get fucked?"

"Joey, get your ass over here and get to work!" his father yelled.

"Don't go anywhere," Joey said again, this time almost as a warning.

He didn't have to warn me. I wasn't going anywhere. I pulled on my jeans but left my T-shirt off and joined Joey and his dad stacking off bales. After a few minutes Joey peeled his shirt off and tossed it with mine. I almost gasped at the sight of his bare, muscular chest, glistening with sweat. I guess I didn't realize he'd gotten so big and muscular. Every time he stacked a bale, Joey looked at me. I could almost see the excitement and the lust building in his eyes with each bale. Goddamn, he was going to fuck me a new asshole when we were finished. I wondered about his dad. Would he let it happen? Would he allow his son to fuck me right there in front him? Somehow, I didn't think he would have much to say about it. Joey was defiant, like a young, horny bull, or stallion; fuck his nostrils were flaring as he looked at me.

With three of us on it, we made short work of stacking the bales, and when the last one came off the conveyor, we were finished, nothing to get caught up. They shut the conveyor down and I heard the tractor start up. Joey made a swipe at the sweat running down his face, and across his massive chest, his nostrils flared out as he came toward me.

"Brent, you'd better come down and work outside in the fresh air for awhile," my dad yelled up at me.

Joey glared at the voice coming up through the opening, then glanced at me.

"I'm okay up here, Dad," I called back, without taking my eyes off Joey.

"If you're sure. Does he look okay to you Cornell?" he asked Mr. Cornell.

"He looks fine to me," the man called back, his eyes raking over me much like his son's.

My dad left it and a moment later we heard the tractor pulling out.

"You ready?" Joey asked me as he came up to me, unbuttoning his jeans.

"Joey, now this ain't something you ought be getting into at your age," Mr. Cornell admonished his son.

"Can't help it, Dad. Seeing it, I gotta find out what it's all about. I'm gonna fuck him, like Lucas was fuckin' him," the boy declared.

"Then I'm going down," the man said. "I'm not staying up here and watching such behavior."

Joey turned to his dad with a sneering grin. "Okay, I'll let you know when I'm finished with him, then you can come up and fuck him," he said.

Mr. Cornell climbed down out of the loft. Joey had his boots off and was taking his jeans off. When he stood in his briefs, he squeezed the bulge lewdly.

"He wants to fuck you as bad as I do, he just ain't got the guts to say it or do it in front of me," Joey said as he pulled his briefs down.

I gasped. Lucas was big, but Joey's cock was thick as a beer can. Not as long as Lucas, but Godddamn, I'd never imagined a man could be so thick. My asshole twitched each time his cock throbbed.

"Yeah, big, ain't it," he said with a chuckle.

"Geezuss, Joey, it's so thick!"

"Yeah, lucky you're already stretched out," he said as he put his hand on hip. He urged me to turn around then pressed his hand against my back to urge me to bend over. I bent over, taking hold of the edges of the bale of hay. I felt the heat of Joey's cock against my hole, and I held my breath.