Gay on the Farm

First Time Gay Short Story

Edward Raines

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Gay on the Farm

Copyright 2017 Edward Raines. All Rights Reserved.

This sexy MM first time gay romance short story features coming of age, new adult and contemporary romance themes. This story features two men who very quickly discover that lust is fueling their relationship. It’s a short story with taboo straight to gay experience elements and a hot finish with bareback breeding and an alpha male jock and his cute bottom getting it hard anal from the big hunk. It also has elements of lgbt bisexual and hard, rough gay sex.

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            This is a work of art / fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or places is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults humans.

            Always practice safe, responsible and consensual sex!

            Note: This book was previously published under the title of “Country Boys Ride Hard,” and “The Cocky Country Boy.” If you have already purchased this book, please seek a refund. Thank you!

Gay on the Farm

            Jacob stepped off the bus, peering out toward the clear summer sky before him and the endless crops that stretched over the horizon.

            The summer heat was grueling and merciless, leaving the city boy thirsty and paranoid that he’d made a huge mistake.

            “Fuck,” he exhaled quietly.

            “Pardon?” The bus driver asked, angrily.

            Jacob turned, his once styled and short blonde hair tangled with sweat that dripped toward his brow.

            His cool blue eyes looked back toward the older, heavier man who was staring a hole through him now.

            “Um, nothing,” he said.

            The man only looked at him, the expression of disgust still written across his face as he pulled the bus lever and the bus doors folded shut between them.

            Jacob shrugged, wondering if it was too late to bang on the doors and plead for re-entry, and a ride back to the city.

            He decided against it though, as the large wheels began to roll over the gravel and he clenched the duffel bag in his grip, looking down at the dust collecting over his designer leather shoes.

            This was no place for a boy dressed like he was; casual dress button-up and low-rise skinny jeans. He hadn’t been perceptive enough to realize this until he was already sitting on the bus, fielding some unfriendly looks from a few more rugged laborers in the back of the bus.

            Worse still, he’d had a hard time peeling his gaze from one of the younger college-aged ranch hands who was staring him down. Something about the young man’s rugged looks captivated him, despite his desperate attempts to convince himself of his flimsy straightness.

            Jacob dragged his fingers through his sweaty hair, wondering if his blonde highlights still looked even halfway decent. He scrunched his brow and began walking the half-mile to the farm.

            Jacob wasn’t a fool. He knew enough of what he was getting himself into, to at least try and put his sexual frustrations on hold until the summer had passed.

            His first year of college had been a disaster; with every sexual misstep one could make being had by him as he tried hopelessly to direct his interest toward the college girls.

            But his body had had other plans, and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes from the college boys; the athletic ones and the “douchey” ones seemed to be his body’s favorite, much to his disdain.

            But when summer began and he was threatened with either working twelve-hour days of an unpaid internship at his father’s manufacturing plant, or working at his distant cousin’s farm for a decent wage, he had found the perfect opportunity to distract himself from his misery.

            “Phil isn’t going to go easy on you just because you’re his family, you understand that, don’t you?” His father had said.

            Jacob shifted his eyes away, sipping on his iced coffee and nodding passively.

            “I know, yeah yeah,” he dismissed.

            As he started down the dirt road toward the farm, passing endless ears of corn, which towered over him, he wondered if he’d made a huge mistake.

            Jacob’s eyes widened and his stomach knotted as he recalled the last faux pas he’d had on campus before returning home.

            His curiosity was at its peak when he sat inside a coffee shop, listless and stealing glances at some of the hot guys shuffling in.

            He’d made a more obvious motion with his eyes toward one of the men, who he’d swore was playing back.

            After a moment, the guy turned to his friends, whispered and the group seemed to turn toward Jacob and laugh.

            Jacob stormed out, not even sure if he’d return to campus the following fall.

            That all seemed a million miles away now, until Jacob heard an old pickup truck barreling down the dirt road and crawling to a stop, just behind him.

            He heard a whistle, the kind men would direct toward a woman they found attractive, and he rolled his eyes, continuing ahead without so much as a glance back.

            His annoyance quickly turned to fear, however. He wasn’t sure just how friendly anyone out on those roads would be toward a man they even suspected was gay.

            And while Jacob wasn’t about to admit that he might be attracted to men, he certainly didn’t know if he’d be able to convince any aggressor that he was straight, either.

            He motioned for the truck to go around him, but was only met with a repetitive honking in return.

            “Hey there gorgeous,” he heard a young man’s voice shout.

            The truck pulled up to his side and crawled along slowly at his pace as Jacob saw a pair of young men in the truck at his peripheral.

            He flinched and looked over for a moment, kicking himself and looking straight ahead and trying to tune the truck from his mind.

            “Where ya headed?” The man asked.

            Jacob slipped up and looked over once again, seeing a young man his age driving the truck, and another young man hanging out of the passenger side window that was closest to him.

            “Hey,” the passenger called again.

            Jacob paused for a moment as his eyes connected with the man’s.

            The young man’s appearance held him in a daze at once; cool green and stronger than anything he’d ever seen, and a rugged but beautiful face. The young man seemed more like a male model, naturally beautiful and smooth-skinned, who’d been smeared with dirt on each cheek and asked to pose for some kind of farmer-wear catalogue.

            Jacob shook himself from the gaze and turned forward once again, reprimanding himself mentally.

            What are you doing dude, do you want to get your ass kicked? He thought.

            “Hey I asked where you’re headed, friend,” the man asked once again in between jeering from the driver.

            “Fuck off,” Jacob blurted.

            Fuck, he thought to himself; wrong answer.

            The truck skidded to an immediate halt with gravel churning under the tires and dust filling the air.

            Jacob’s heart sped instantly as his breath grew short and he tried to decided if it was going to be fight or flight.

            He turned his head, eyeing the wall of corn to his right and without pausing any longer, darted for the narrow opening, dropping his duffel bag.

            Adrenaline flooded his system as he felt every inch of his skin crawl and the city boy parted the crops with difficulty, stepping and tripping with every movement.

            He heard the doors slam shut behind him and the two men shouting, laughing and cussing toward him.

            After a moment he stopped, surrounded only by crops as he only listened, trying to keep his heavy strained breath silent.

            He heard the truck begin to pull away, and sighed with relief, even laughing to himself for a moment at his narrow escape.

            After a moment, Jacob slowly emerged from the crops and looked both ways down the old road. The coast was clear and he headed as quickly as he could toward his cousin’s farm, his heart quick and his senses sharp with every step of the way.

            He finally met the front of the large farmhouse around dusk, and rather than climbing the steps he walked around to a large shed at the side, noticing a strong light emanating from the opening, along with a few men laughing.

            As Jacob came around the corner, he saw the two men from earlier along with his cousin and a few other tired and dirty men who were sipping beers.

            Jacob’s heart nearly stopped as he eyed the men.

            “Well I’ll be a son of a bitch,” the man who’d been a passenger in the truck shouted.

            But before he and the other young man could indulge their discovery, Jacob’s cousin Phil, interrupted.

            “Jacob, it’s about damn time,” Phil laughed.

            The man was husky and wrapped in a loose pair of overalls, which seemed almost too fitting, along with the older man’s shiny baldhead and big, bushy beard. Phil could have played a caricature of a farmer, and couldn’t have been more contrasted from himself.

            “Um,” Jacob started, inching into the shed and under the strong lights.

            “Get on in here; what took you so long anyway?” Phil broke in.

            Jacob looked around uneasily, eyeing the men in the shed and shrugging.

            “Um, I don’t know,” he replied.

            “I’ll bet I do,” the passenger from the truck laughed.

            “Shit, this is the guy we were telling you about earlier, Phil,” he added.

            They looked as though they expected Phil to join them in a laugh, but the stern man only stepped forward and slapped the back of the young man’s head.

            “You dumb shits; what the hell is wrong with you?” He shouted.

            “Messing with my little cousin like that? I oughta have both of you doing labor all day tomorrow,” he added.

            The two young men seemed to cower awkwardly for a moment, realizing they hadn’t elicited a laugh from the man. Their shame quickly turned to a fit of anger directed right at Jacob, though.

            “How were we supposed to know he was Jacob; he just looked like a queer that got lost,” the man laughed.

            “That’s how they dress in the city, ain’t that right Jacob? Nothing wrong with a sharp dressed man,” Phil said, shoving an elbow into Jacob’s lean side.

            “Um, yeah,” Jacob laughed nervously.

            “If anyone ain’t right around here it’s the two of you,” Phil then said, turning to the two young men as he swigged his beer.

            “As much time as you two spend together, I’d start thinkin’ city clothes have nothin’ to do with it,” Phil laughed as the other workers joined in.

            Suddenly, the two young men seemed formidably put in their place, as they both sipped their beers uneasily.

            “Anyway, we’re glad you’re here Jacob,” Phil started, as he introduced the city boy to his new co-workers.

            The older man stopped for a moment before lowering his tone and directing his finger to the two jokers from the truck.

            “This here is Trey on the left,” Phil said as the passenger who’d captivated Jacob stepped forward for a moment and extended his hand.

            “No hard feelings? We didn’t mean anything by earlier,” Trey offered.

            “We weren’t gonna do anything but ask if you needed a lift into town, honest,” the other man added.

            “An’ this here is Vic,” Phil finished, pointing to the other man.

            Jacob smiled as he looked over both of them.

            “It’s cool,” he said, shaking first Vic’s hand and then moving over toward Trey.

            As his hand met the young farm boy’s, he looked up into Trey’s eyes, feeling himself instantly lost once again in the cool green eyes that perfectly complimented his dark hair.

            “Um, no worries,” Jacob said somewhat off guard.

            Trey smiled, almost too genuinely to where Jacob was left a bit suspicious of the boy’s intentions.

            “So, you’re a college guy, huh?” Trey asked.

            “One of those smarty-pants types who ain’t never got a callous in his palms?” Vic asked with an acidic tone.

            “Vic shut the hell up,” Trey said.

            The man suddenly jumped back in total surprise as Trey eyed Jacob once again.

            “Nothing wrong with that at all,” Trey said.

            “There’s a first time for everything,” he said with a lowered tone.

            “Yes sir, and you gonna’ get plenty of callouses this summer,” Phil added with a laugh, slapping Jacob on his back.

            “Beer?” Phil asked.

            Jacob, desperate to ease a bit of the tension that he felt buckling on his shoulders alone, lit up.

            “Sure,” he said.

            “Preference?” Phil asked.

            “Uh,” Jacob started, trying to recall in his mind the beer commercials from television which featured a few southern farmers finishing their days with a cold brew.

            “Um, how about a Brown Eagle?” Jacob asked, remembering the brand name.

            Phil’s eyes lit up.

            “Ok, maybe you’ll do okay hanging with us farmers after all,” he said affirmatively as he grabbed the yellow labeled bottle from the ice chest, popping the cap and handing it to Jacob.

            Jacob took a swig of the bubbly breaded liquid and swallowed it down as Phil and the other farmer’s shared jokes, roaring with laughter.

            As Jacob drank, he watched Trey’s eyes hanging on his own, and he quickly turned away, conscious of the intense gaze that left him both heated and incredibly uneasy.

            The party ended early and after an easy Sunday the following day, where Jacob was given a tour and some light training, Monday morning came.

            The rooster crowed and as Jacob turned in his bed sheets, he knew the work had begun.

            A long, blistering day of initiation and physical transformation began. He’d passed on his big breakfast that first morning, opting only for a piece of toast and coffee.

            Phil laughed, shaking his head.

            “You gonna be regrettin’ that by day’s end,” he said.

            The man was right, and in no time at all, Jacob was scarfing down every morsel of southern cooking he could steal.

            He’d only seen the mysterious farmhand named Trey once or twice during his first week, and being too sore to even stand up straight by the following Saturday evening, Trey went back to the house rather than attend the weekly shed beer party, and climbed into the shower.

            He slipped out of his dirty clothes and felt the hot water drizzling down his naked muscles, sinewy and long.

            Jacob’s eyes closed for a moment as he exhaled, happy to have such a peaceful moment all to himself as the steam rose around his hips.

            The bathroom didn’t have a lock, but Jacob knew the house was empty with everyone next door; he felt secure enough with the shower curtain pulled shut, and decided to pay his cock some much needed attention.

            That week had probably been the longest he’d gone without masturbating since he had hit puberty, and he was more than ready for such a release.

            His wet fingers drifted down and tugged on his cock as it almost instantly began growing to life under the drizzling water. Each tap of the water drops only served to stimulate his cock more, as the smooth skin of his shaft expanded and hardened, each vein rising up and bulging.

            “Oh,” Jacob breathed.

            He closed his eyes and began stroking his long, skinny cock, though he wasn’t satisfied with the rough wet grip and lathered a bit of soap in his palms before returning to his eager tool.

            His mind felt a million miles away from the farm now, except for the fact that in his fantasy stood Trey; he watched the farm boy work for a moment in his mind before the young stud approached him.

            “Come on, I know a secret place that know one ever goes and we can have some fun,” his fantasized version of Trey beckoned.

            The two boys headed to an empty bunk in the farm hand’s dorm and Trey grabbed over Jacob’s body before throwing him atop the bed.

            “Ever been fucked hard?” The young stud in his fantasies would ask.

            Jacob imagined himself shaking his head no, but with a devious smile.

            His cock grew painfully hard as he imagined Trey grabbing it in the fantasy and stroking hard and fast as he climbed atop the city boy and grinded the bulge of his jeans against Jacob’s ass.

            “Fuck,” Jacob breathed out into the bathroom.

            The mere image of Trey stripping down in his mind brought him close to climax, never mind the image of Jacob unwrapping the farm boy’s jeans from his cock and taking it in his mouth.

            Jacob moaned softly as he stroked his cock, closing in on the most explosive finish of his life as the images came to life in his mind.

            His sexuality seemed like some forbidden secret whenever anyone else was near, but anytime the city boy was alone, he knew he could entertain his dirtiest fantasies, free of reservation.

            Of course, he still felt a bit of self-ridicule that they weren’t fantasies of some girl’s pussy. If anything the image made him limp with boredom.

            But cock, especially that of a rugged man like Trey, sent him in a wild heat of arousal. And now was time to reward himself for such hard work.

            The aching in his thighs swelled as the tight burning tensions in his core built further and further until he traced he image in his mind of making Trey cum, sucking every last drop as the farm boy moaned loud and grabbed Jacob’s shoulders.

            Jacob grabbed his shoulder with his free hand, grabbing it as his face tightened and he felt the fire of no return barreling from his full balls.

            “Oh, fuck,” he moaned softly.

            He was completely swept from his fantasy as he heard the door swing open.

            “Just gonna piss, downstairs is taken,” a young man’s voice said.

            Fuck, are you kidding me? He thought to himself.

            “Uh, I’m in here, uh,” Jacob warned as his climax rolled in.

            “Oh,” he moaned involuntarily.

            “Dude,” the voice said.

            Suddenly the shower curtain swung open from the side and none other than Trey’s eyes glanced down, the exact moment the cum came shooting from Jacob’s cock, in forceful white ropes.

            “Damn Jacob,” Trey said with a cocky grin.

            “Fuck,” Jacob breathed.

            He moved his arms, trying to push Trey out as his orgasm was instantly ruined, yet still holding each of his muscles captive.

            “Mother fucker,” Jacob cried out.

            “What? Keep going,” Trey said with a laugh.

            Jacob threw his fist at the farm boy and Trey pulled back, disappearing behind the shower curtain.

            Flooded with adrenaline and pleasure, Jacob hadn’t thought clearly enough and leapt from the tub, out into the bathroom, leaping toward Trey as he tried to zip his jeans in front of the toilet.

            “Whoa,” Trey said as he ducked.

            Jacob grabbed the farm boy and wrapped his arms around him, ready to throw fists in every direction, until he suddenly realized what he was doing.

            He couldn’t believe he was standing there buck naked, his still hard cock even pushing against Trey’s jeans as he pushed the farm boy toward the bathroom door.

            “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jacob cried out as Trey stood in the doorway now, zipping his jeans.

            He hadn’t quite noticed in his anger, but the farm boy had his eyes glued to Jacob’s cock, watching it hang hard and bouncing with every step as a string of cum hanged from the tip. Finally, Jacob looked down and back to the farm boy, scowling and grabbing his towel.

            “You made a real good mess in Phil’s bathroom,” Trey said with a hearty laugh.

            “If you fucking tell anyone,” Jacob warned.

            Trey only winked, stepped forward and patted the city boy’s naked shoulder.

            “Secret’s safe with me,” he said.

            The sudden sincerity in Trey’s tone took Jacob by surprise. Jacob looked up into Trey’s eyes after looking down at the bulge in his jeans.

            If he hadn’t known any better, he would have sworn Trey was hard.

            Trey looked down at himself before looking back to Jacob now, somewhat uneasy as he laughed.

            “I won’t tell anyone you tried to dry hump me, don’t worry,” Trey joked as he turned and left the bathroom.

            Jacob stood there, huffing with anger and yet as his adrenaline faded, his lips curled into a smile. There was something quit satisfying that Trey of all people, would have been the one to see him naked, and even hard.

            This thought had been drowned in the harsh churning of his stomach, which seemed to pervade his every moment. Could he honestly trust Trey not to tell anyone what had happened?

            Who cares, it’s not like I was calling out his name as I jerked it, Jacob thought, trying to calm his mind.

            Of course, I did wrap my naked body around him, he thought, sighing.

            He was terrified, and crawled into his bed, knowing that Trey would be headed back down to the shed, which was now full of every farm hand who would be swigging beers and looking for a good laugh.

            Trey tried to sleep, but it didn’t come easy, and he found himself up until the sun started to rise.

            He woke late into the afternoon, coming down stairs and sitting at the kitchen table as Phil sat, reading a paper while his wife made an early dinner.

            “Boy you’re all sorts of backwards, ain’t you?” Phil said, dropping his paper and taking on a stern tone.

            Fuck, this is it; he told everyone, Jacob thought, swallowing hard.

            “Um,” Jacob started, before Phil interrupted.

            “You can’t be getting on a backwards sleep schedule like that; you know you’re still getting up at the crack of dawn tomorrow,” Phil reminded him.

            His wife turned from the stove with a careful smile.

            “Oh, right, of course,” Jacob said, scratching his head.

            “Now that you’re up, there’s something we need to talk about,” Phil said as his wife brought a sandwich to Jacob and set it before him on the table.

            Shit, Jacob thought.

            He knew that this was it.

            “Trey told me,” Phil started.

            Jacob’s heart began racing faster than he’d ever experienced in his life, hurdling at what seemed a million beats a second. His palms grew sweaty and his stomach turned upside down as Phil looked him in the eye.

            “Trey said you ain’t getting along too well in the bedroom upstairs; he said you confided in him you wanted a bed down in the worker dorm, is that right?” Phil said.

            “Um,” Jacob started, unsure at what answer would be best. He had no idea what Trey was up to, or why he’d said this, but he knew that for the time being, he couldn’t go against the farm boy.

            “I tell ya what boy, when you got here they sure were givin’ you hell huh? But you’ve been a damn good worker, and you didn’t even want to say anything ‘cause you thought you’d hurt our feelings,” Phil said, as if explaining the situation to himself.

            He could only nod in obedience.

            “You’re a damn good kid, Jacob. Jerry raised you right, no doubt about that,” Phil said, bringing his hand against my shoulder and grabbing it.

            “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were getting any special treatment by putting you upstairs, but if you want a bunk down in the dorm, well, I think that’s real good of you,” Phil finished.

            “Shows character,” he added, slapping Jacob’s shoulder.

            His wife turned and nodded in agreement as Phil looked toward her and back to Jacob.

            “Now you’ll be staying down in Trey’s dorm. There are the two bunks in there for each of you. Frankly I’m hoping you can teach Trey a thing or two about hard work,” Phil laughed.

            Jacob couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His heart wasn’t racing over a cliff at this point, but his mind wasn’t any easier as he heard of his new placement in Trey’s bunk.

            After they ate, Phil helped Jacob grab his things and walked him down to the small compound, which consisted of two mobile homes that were split into four units.

            Jacob squinted as they walked through the summer afternoon and he dragged a hand through his blonde hair, trying to adjust it before seeing Trey.

            They reached the door and Phil knocked.

            “Special delivery,” Phil laughed.

            Trey opened the door and Jacob could only turn his eyes away the moment the farm boy’s glanced toward him.

            “Right,” Trey said as he rubbed his eyes and motioned them inside.

            The two of them brought Jacob’s things inside and set them down. The room was small and unkempt, with magazines and empty whisky bottles piled on a dresser, along with a few posters of actions movies on the fake wood panel walls.

            What a dump, Jacob thought.

            And yet he found something endearing about the lack of order in Trey’s room, seemingly appropriate for how Trey approached his life. Jacob clearly played the part of uptight clean freak, while Trey had a more lax approach to everything.

            “Trey, no girls in here after midnight; you get to the shed late one more morning and you’re done, you got that?” Phil said sternly.

            Trey rolled his eyes.

            “I mean it. I don’t need Gary and Jeff trying to sleep next door while your lady of the night is whittling the wood,” Phil said.

            “Got it,” he finished.

            The large, older man stepped outside and shut the door behind him.

            Jacob felt his stomach turn as he eyed Trey, who had now reclined back on his bed and rested his head against his hands.

            “So what do you think?” Trey asked.

            Jacob looked over the farm boy, clothed in a tight fitting muscle shirt that gave away every ridge of his six pack, and gave perfect view of his naked biceps, bigger than Jacob ever imagined.

            “What do I think? I was perfectly happy at Phil’s house,” Jacob replied with indignation.

            “I meant about the pad,” Trey said, looking around.

            Jacob rolled his eyes and set his bag down on the bed.

            “Oh, I forgot to thank you for stealing my bag the other day; thanks for seeing that it got brought to the farm,” Jacob said with a sharp sarcasm.

            “Well if you hadn’t gone running in the corn,” Trey said.

            The farm boy jumped up and stepped right before Jacob, his breath now pushing against Jacob’s cheek.

            Jacob could smell the farm boy’s musk, slightly unclean and utterly inviting. Jacob’s body grew tense as he tried to reject every notion of what Trey was doing to him.

            The farm boy was everything he found secretly irresistible and now he’d have to live next to him without making a single mistake in his thoughts, his feelings or worst of all, his actions.

            “I think you’ll like here,” Trey informed him.

            “Why’d you do it?” Jacob asked.

            “What?”

            “Why’d you tell Phil I wanted to be put up here?” Jacob clarified.

            “I thought it’d be fun,” Trey said with another of his cocky grins.

            “You don’t think so?” He asked with a false expression of concern.

            “Whatever,” Jacob said.

            The farm boy had pissed him off for the millionth time, and yet all he could do was watch Trey lay on his bed and turn the pages of a magazine lazily.

            Jacob lay on his bed across the room and pretended to read a book, yet instead he let his eyes drift one too many times toward the farm boy.

            “What?” Trey asked.

            “Nothing,” Jacob said.

            Jacob turned over and tried to sleep, eventually letting the night take over and keep the peace between the two boys until morning came.

            “Shit,” Jacob exhaled as he heard the rooster crowing.

            Another week was in store, no easier than the first. He didn’t know how he’d make it through on so little rest, and with such tension between him and Trey, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get a good night’s rest.

            The days passed slowly with an endless number of awkward conversations between him and Trey. The farm boy seemed endlessly interested in Jacob, wanting to know about “city life” and yet Jacob kept his replies frank.

            He couldn’t slip up once, and he knew this.

            Before he knew it, Saturday evening had arrived.

            Jacob wanted nothing more than to shower in Phil’s house, but he knew that he was now forever condemned to the shitty dorm showers, which at the very least had locks on the doors.

            Jacob didn’t think he could stand another moment alone with Trey without slipping up, so he decided instead to go to the Saturday night meeting.

            “Jacob,” Phil said enthusiastically.

            “Brown eagle!” He shouted, tossing a bottle to the city boy.

            Jacob laughed at Phil, who was clearly drunk at this point, as he sipped on the beer and remained mostly quiet.

            He thought of how the first few weeks of hard work had been sculpting his body, and how he was at the very least thankful for this nice benefit. Jacob saw bigger abs and thigh muscles than ever before, to the point where he was starting to fit too snug in his work jeans.

            He thought of how he was slowly catching up to Trey’s body. As he imagined the farm boy’s physique, which he was still unable to catch a peek of completely naked, he noticed that Trey was not in the shed.

            He took a few more swigs of his beer and called it a night as the other workers drunkenly said their parting.

            Jacob clutched a second beer in his hand and walked somewhat loosely back to his dorm, wondering if he’d find Trey.

            There was no light slipping through the blinds of the small window, and Jacob felt slightly relieved. He didn’t think he could stand one more night of watching the farm boy change clothes in front of him.

            Trey never stripped out of his boxers, but the farm boy’s naked top and legs was more than enough to fuel Jacob’s few covert masturbation sessions in the dorm showers.

            As Jacob opened the door, he squinted and swigged his beer.

            “Shit,” he suddenly blurted.

            He looked down to see Trey, lying naked across his unkempt bed sheets and stroking his thick, rock hard cock.

            “Damn,” Trey breathed.

            “You almost ruined it,” he laughed.

            Jacob felt his own cock expanding fast as he felt it impossible to take his eyes from the incredibly hot site of the farm boy’s fingers sliding up and down the fat dick between his muscular thighs.

            Holy fuck, he thought to himself, swallowing hard.

            “Oh my…” he said under his breath.

            He couldn’t believe his eyes, and knew he should be turning them away immediately. But he couldn’t; the thought wasn’t even crossing his mind at this point, as he bit his lip.

            “Sorry,” Jacob said as he turned, starting for the door.

            “Mmm,” Trey moaned as he gripped his cock hard and stroked it once more.

            “What for?” The farm boy asked.

            Jacob’s hand touched the doorknob and pulled back as he looked over.

            “For um, interrupting,” Jacob said.

            The city boy could only feel his cock throbbing in his jeans, wanting out and wanting to join the farm boy. He felt like he’d been transported into one of his fantasies, yet couldn’t do anything about it.

            “C’mon,” Trey started.

            “I’ve known all along.”

            He kept stroking with satisfaction.

            “Come here,” he insisted.

            Jacob felt his entire body constricted as his breath shortened, and his heart sped.

            The walk across the dorm felt impossibly long before he reached Trey’s bedside.

            His legs stepped into the farm boy’s legs and he looked down, seeing the fat hard cock pointed up toward him as Trey smiled.

            “What are you doing?” Jacob asked.

            “I think you already know,” Trey whispered.

            The farm boy’s naked feet ran up and down Jacob’s jeans, and as the city boy looked down at the site, he saw Trey’s foot rising up and running over his hard bulge.

            Trey sat up at once as Jacob’s heart raced even faster. Was this actually happening? Was this some kind of a set up or a cruel joke?

            The farm boy stood up and faced Jacob, breathing heavily against his cheek as his eyes met Jacob’s.

            “Wasn’t sure how to ask if you were…” Trey trailed off.

            “But I had a gut feeling,” he added.

            Jacob’s breath became heavy as he inhaled the farm boy’s scent, clouding around his mind and leaving him restless to strip his clothes and grab all over the lean body before him.

            “I don’t understand,” Jacob said.

            “This is a joke,” he added, skeptical.

            “No joke” Trey said.

            The farm boy pressed his lips softly against Jacob’s, and as the adrenaline churned through his veins like a powerful engine, the city boy felt his inhibitions falling away.

            He could feel the danger of letting them slip lacing around his arousal and constricting it, but the kiss disarmed him completely.

            He felt Trey’s lips against his, and could taste the farm boy’s mouth on his, as their tongues tangled.

            “Fuck,” Jacob breathed.

            He felt Trey’s wet, warm hand grab his and direct it down onto his cock.

            Jacob sighed heavily and looked down as his fingers slowly curled around the thick, warm shaft that throbbed in his grip.

            “I want you,” Trey said.

            “I want you, too,” Jacob confessed in a whisper.

            “You know what it’s like to keep secrets, huh?” Trey said with a small laugh.

            Jacob nodded, smiling.

            “This is a big one; we can’t let this one ever get out,” Trey added.

            “You think I don’t know that?” Jacob said, and sighed with relief.

            “Folks out here, they aren’t kind to this sort of thing,” Trey said.

            “I figured,” Jacob said.

            “So I had to be careful, but I knew,” Trey added.

            Jacob smiled, returning a kiss onto the farm boy’s lips as he felt his entire body open up.

            At once they both grappled at each other. Trey clawed at Jacob’s clothes and tugged them away. Jacob grazing over the farm boy’s cock; empowered to finally experience what he’d fantasized about for ages.

            As each piece of Jacob’s clothes fell away, he felt more exposed, more vulnerable yet more right than every before. He felt Trey’s warm breath over his bare skin, before feeling the farm boy’s soft kisses down his rigid chest and navel.

            Trey’s hands lowered to the band of Jacob’s jeans and undid them. Jacob swallowed hard as the farm boy’s fingers pulled his jeans down and his cock sprang free between them, heavy and hard.

            “Fuck,” Jacob sighed as he instantly felt Trey’s fingers wrapping around his length and stroking.

            The farm boy eyed him the entire time, grinning as Jacob groaned under his breath, feeling that he was going to cum almost instantly.

            As his heart sped, he tried to comprehend how this had all happened. He simply couldn’t believe it. But there was no use; his mind returned to a daze as he grabbed his beer and took another swig.

            “Why not, right?” He asked as both of them laughed.

            Jacob lowered his lips to Trey’s shoulder, placing long and passionate kisses along the rugged skin and inhaling the farm boy’s scent.

            He only grew harder in Trey’s grip, feeling more connected to another person in that moment than ever before.

            Trey smiled deviously and pulled Jacob’s cock upward before pulling his own upward and rubbing the underside of their shafts against one another.

            “Fuck,” Trey breathed.

            Jacob felt his mind spiraling into a blissful haze as he looked down and felt Trey grab his hand, pulling it down around his own as they held their cocks together and rubbed them.

            “Weird,” Jacob said.

            Trey only laughed.

            “But I fucking love it,” the city boy made sure to add.

            “Me too,” Trey said as he rubbed harder and harder.

            The friction lessened as both cocks leaked precum and Jacob felt his shaft sliding smoothly against Trey’s. The sensation was nearly too much and he felt the burning sensation in his balls begin to signal a release.

            He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to reach the threshold and pass it. To do so required him to let go of every last inhibition and give himself to the moment. He couldn’t withhold anything from the farm boy, who warned him of this very thing.

            “Don’t hold back,” Trey said as he read the pleasure on Jacob’s quickening breath and more audible moans.

            “Come on,” Trey urged in a whisper.

            “Come on.”

            Both of the young men pressed their bodies together hard, rubbing in their combined grip as they moaned out.

            “Now,” Trey groaned.

            Jacob felt the fire rushing up his sore thighs and centering in his core, before exploding and pushing pressure in every direction. He felt the familiar climax, but this one was more forceful than every before.

            He felt the release so powerful that he thought his body would break open from the pressure as the hot, heavy load shot up.

            “Oh fuck,” Jacob cried out, his eyes tightened.

            “Fuck yes,” Trey moaned.

            Both cocks shot thick, white ropes into the air. Jacob and Trey felt the release of each other’s throbbing shafts as it glazed over their navels and their hands amid a choir of low, long groans and short gasps.

            Jacob, feeling as though he was going to collapse, felt Trey’s hands grab his face and pull him in for a kiss, as he felt the farm boy’s cock weakening against his.

            “Fuck,” Trey breathed, his kisses planting over the city boy.

            Jacob laughed as he felt he mess between them.

            “That was a ton,” Jacob said.

            “Plenty more where that came from,” Trey whispered with a grin.

            “How did you know?” Jacob said, still panting.

            “It was just a guess,” Trey confessed.

            “I was just as scared as you of being wrong,” he continued.

            “But fuck am I glad I was right,” he added.

            Both of them laughed.

            “We’ve got a long summer still,” Jacob said, thinking of what lay ahead.

            “We’ve got a long night ahead, too,” Jacob corrected him.

About the Author

Edward Raines is an author of gay erotic short stories. Through his writing, he explores ideas of first time experiences, sexual awakenings, and adventures with other men. Some events are loosely based on his personal experiences and some are pure fantasy.

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