Farm Boys, Part 7, The New Farm Hand

This story is about man-to-man sexual contact. If this type of story offends you, or you are under legal age in your state or country, then stop now. 

Part 7, The New Farm Hand

Better Relations 

Things were never the same after our Barn party. I can’t say it was worse than before, but knowing what happened that day caused the people involved, to look at life a bit different. I could sense everyone had a certain bond between the other men, so in the long run; things were much better and more fun.

John and David Rickie were much closer, and had a certain hidden brotherly love and respect that only we could understand. Now they were always seen together whereas before, they were not this close. They both liked sports so they would go to some of the out of town sports events and spend the night somewhere.

The same could be said for Mr. Smith and his son Josh. The Father-son relations grew in a much better and closer direction. They would go on fishing or hunting trips together, and stay away for days at a time. They said they had a favorite camping spot where they could be alone and enjoy nature. We all knew what they were enjoying and we thought it was great.

George, the garage owner, and his brother-in-law’s brother, Abe, was not obvious about their sudden friendship to others, but they would ‘hang out’ together more and would go to racecar bouts in nearby cities and stay overnight at some motel. I was invited to go along with them several times, and once we got them into the motel, we had other things on our minds besides racecars.

Officer Robert and his son Larry were a bit more lenient and humble now that the men and the boys had their way with them, at the Barn that day. Now and then a few of us would invite them to one of our ‘men only’ nights at the barn to play and have a few drinks. It would always end out in a nice session of man-to-man action. 

Over all I would say we all learned something about each other, that day that lingered long after everyone had finalized their chosen lives. I was lucky to remain friends with each and everyone and was never let out of the Barn Parties or even their camping trips, sports event trips or even the racecar adventures. We all enjoyed each other’s friendship and special talents we possessed. Everyone was always willing to try something different in our man-to-man relationships and no one ever forced anyone again. 

The New Farm Hand, Shawn Mc Finney

My father always wanted a farm, so over a few months of negotiating the purchase of a 160 acres of farm and grazing land, we were going to move. I was happy only because it was still within the same area of our town home, I still went to the same schools, and shopped at the same small town. I could still be a friend with all my boy and men friends that I had become intimate with over the past years. I would have less time to spend with them now, because of my new workload on the farm. I had to do chores, milk cows, feed pigs and chickens and mollifiable things of activity. 

My father realized right away that we needed more assistance. That is when Shawn Mc Finney, our new hired hand, came into my life. Shawn was a handsome man in his late 20’s of Irish ancestry. He still had a Celtic accent from his upbringing. I loved to hear him talk. He projected a certain rhythm like the sounds of music or poetry. Of course, he did his share of singing as he serenaded the animals as he worked. This man fascinated me the minute he spoke to me when he told me I had the eyes the color of robin’s eggs and my dimples would make the angels smile. 

He had a firm body and bulging biceps from his heavy work and previous amateur boxing activity. He exercised daily in the barn with a makeshift punching bag he made from old gunnysacks filled with straw. I would sit for the longest time watching his body movement as he danced around the room. He would punch at the bag and snort until the rippling muscles on his stomach would be covered with sweat rolling down into his shorts. He wore no jockstrap and the bounce of his dick would roll from one side to the other. I think at times he would get a semi-hard on knowing I was watching him exercise. 

He was provided with a small room in one wing of the dairy barn to sleep. Nearby were a shower, toilet, and sink where he could clean up and a small gas stove for heating and light cooking. He was always invited with the family for eating but he would sometimes make a snack or toast some bread before sleeping. It was a nice clean room with a good double bed, dresser, lamp, and a few things of comfort. My mother was always good about providing the essential things to make him comfortable. He said he never lived this well since he arrived from Ireland. He would tell me stories but never seemed to complain about his previous life.

One day I came into the barn to feed the calves. No one was around but I could hear the shower running in Shawn’s wing of the barn. I walked over to the door to see Shawn shower. The shower was in the open section of the hallway and had no curtain or wall protecting it. I thought this was my chance to see him completely nude. I peeked into the room and there he stood under the shower in all his handsome glory. I had seen most of his body during his workouts and his boxing practice, but to see his well-formed buttocks and his cock hanging under the running water was awesome. I stood quietly, eyeing his body, when he suddenly looked up and waved to me. I looked down in embarrassment but before I could move away, he yelled at me to come on in. I hesitated for only a few seconds because I was anxious to take a closer look at my man friend. 

As he showered in the warm water, the steam billowed up around his well-formed body giving him a special wet shine. Then he dropped the soap, either by choice or by accident. I was excited to see his long muscular arms reach down to slowly try to secure the bar exposing his firm buttocks, his hairy ass crack and brown puckering ass hole. I had seen asshole before, but the sudden excitement of this hot stud, caused me to slightly shutter. Instead of quickly obtaining the soap he kicked it with his foot and it went flying right towards me on the floor. I quickly picked it up to give it backs to him. As I started to hand it to him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me right into the wet shower, clothes, and all. 

I struggled to release myself from the wet shower but it had already soaked my shirt and pants. Shawn laughed and grabbed me securely in his arms causing my shirt and jeans to get a good soaking. 

“Well, my lad, ye might as well join me now that you’re good and wet. I need me back soaped down anyway. That’s what a good lad is for.” Shawn said in his Irish accent.

I laughed along with his playful gesture then took off my clothes and gladly joined him under the shower. He handed me the soap and gave me instructions to soap down his backside. I did so with enthusiasm and excitement and found myself immediately getting aroused. My cock was coming to full attention. I could not help myself. Here I was in the shower with my latest ‘man god’, rubbing his firm back muscles and hard buttocks. He turned to quickly notice my hard on and smiled and said. 

“My, My, The lad is not just a lad but, a full size man. Look at the staff ye are carrying there, me boy. Better not let the calves eye that one. They might try to suck some milk out of ye rod. Looks like ye has a need to get it drained though. Shall we jack on ye rod to release ye load?” Shaw said as he admired my good size boy cock. 

I was proud to say I had a good size 7 ½ inches of cock and I was still growing. I must say I was surprised, but happy at his brazen approach. He wasn’t shy about looking and admiring my cock and balls. He reached down to caress my balls as he maneuvered his own growing cock. His cock grew fast as the excitement grew. The awareness of our naked bodies in the shower together caused our dicks to grow more rapidly. I was already so excited by his touch that if he pulled on it much more, I would shoot my load right then and there. I didn’t want to cum so quickly but my teenage hormones were stirring in my young body. My cock started to throb a few times then I shot my cum into the air and on Shawn's leg. He didn’t pull away, but held onto my balls as I released my load all over his wet body. He seemed to be fascinated at my sudden ejaculation and just smiled and looked me in the eyes as I came.

“You’re a hot one, aren’t you? Want to see if you can help me get off too? My juices are stirring and the balls are ready to pump out a load. Put ye hands on me balls, while I pump me rod. Better still; give it a pump on the shaft there. Lad.” Shawn instructed me. 

I gladly wrapped my hand around his large uncut cock. It hardened quickly and the large tulip shaped cock head had already come from beneath the foreskin. I knew he had a large cock, but I didn’t realize it was so thick around. I couldn’t get my hand completely around the firm cock shaft of this hunk. He gave out a sigh as I adjusted myself in position to give it a firm tug. What I really wanted to do was lean over and suck on his cock but I was hesitant on my first adventure with this man. I didn’t want him to shun me away, but he was enjoying the jacking of his cock so much that I just couldn’t contain myself. I leaned over to place my lips over the head of his oozing cock, while placing my other hand under his balls. He looked down in awe and wonder, and then placed his strong hand to my head pulling me towards him. I knelt to my knees on the concrete shower floor. I placed my lips over the cock head and then placed my mouth over his thick shaft. I went down on his thick cock as well as I could. He sighed in amazement at the pleasure I was giving him, and the talents as an experienced cocksucker. 

“May the saints be praised? Me lad is a ‘fluff boy’. How lucky can I be? Oh, my sweet lad, do what ye do best. Suck it and make love to me sperm maker. Oh yes! Oh yes indeed! That’s it, me lad. Love that cock to me delight, and drain ye the nectar of the gods. Awwww Yes, me boy.” Shaw spewed out his love calls to me as I sucked his beautiful cock.

His cock was firm and muscular just like his well-developed body. The hair around his pubic area was dark and curly matching the hair on his stomach and chest. I rubbed my hand up his firm rippled stomach, through his hairy mass and to his round pecs to caress his hardening nipples. His body muscles taunted as he started to shoot gobs of nectar from his hard thick cock. Gushers of sperm squirted into my welcome eager mouth as I swallowed his manhood. He held my head as he guided his cock into my mouth making sure I didn’t pull away. I eagerly continued to drain his cock slurping down each and every drop of my man’s cum. It was astounding and exciting. I joined him as I too released another load of my boy juices on the floor of the shower area. 

The water continued to splash over our naked bodies as we remained in the shower. Shawn shook with one more last release of pleasure from his exciting orgasm. Then he pulled me up from my kneeling position, and pulled me tightly to his naked hairy body and planted a loving warm kiss directly on my lips. The roughness of his beard pushed against my face like sandpaper, but I responded with a loving lingering kiss until we both became more aware of our boy-man contact. Shawn released me and looked into my eyes for some sort of response from me.

“May the saints be praised”? He responded once again. “Me lad, Clint, is truly a gifted one. Never have I had such a satisfying release.” Then once again Shawn kissed my forehead and turned off the shower. We rubbed the remaining water from our bodies. Shawn pulled a towel from the wall rack and tossed it to me, and continued to dry himself with another towel. There was a noticeable silence from us as we pondered our recent lovemaking in the shower until Shawn started singing one of his native songs to me. I laughed with ease and a relief and started to put back on my damp clothes to finish my morning chores. 

Visit to the Dairy Farm

I continued my daily required chores but continued to see Shawn either early in the morning during his shower or later on when I got home from school. It was a good time for the both of us, because we were alone. My father kept his other job and would be gone. My mother rarely came down to the barns at the lower level. It was an exhausting jaunt up the hill and the stairs back to the house. She kept busy doing things around the house anyway. If she needed me, she would ring the yard bell for attention. The only time we were not alone was either on my father’s day off or a visit from the neighbor men. 

One day when I was on summer vacation from school, Shawn said we were invited over to the Bross Brothers Dairy to see the new automatic milking machines they were going to try out. The Bross’ had a large dairy farm next to our farm and were milking about 50 milking cows 2 times a day. They had all the latest and up-to-date equipment to help in their duties. 

The Bross Dairy Farm employed several men, but the Grandfather, or Bo, as we all called him, his oldest son, Levi, and his grandson, Victor ran the Dairy Barn and the milk business, while the other hired hands ran other parts of the farm.