Farm Hands

***July 29th

I’ll remember this day for the rest of my years. It was a hot day, not unlike any other here in rural Kansas. It was another bad year for crops; the source of our livelihood. Despite the drought we had hired on a farm hand. I couldn’t take care of our animals by myself, sustaining the injury I had sustained days previously.

The nearest town was a few miles away, a travel across the open prairie I dreaded. The only other problem I had with the small town was the rumors. They spread like wild fire. Everyone in town knew your business before you did. Our town was so small that if you blinked you’d miss it. A few stores dotted Main Street, one bank that handled all our monetary transactions, and two diners both run by local women of the town.

Today is Friday. I got up earlier than usual, dressed just as I usually did my arm still in a sling. I ate breakfast; this was one of the first mornings I had to cook for myself. I grabbed my keys and got in the truck, after cleaning up from breakfast. I drove out the long dusty road that made our driveway, turned onto another dusty dirt road that led to town. Another 30 miles until town, I turned on the radio. I traveled roughly five miles before the sun rose. The heat was to extreme already, I knew today was going to be a terrible day. I stopped the truck alongside the road. I put it in park as I hopped out the door.

I stood beside the truck, I took my clothes off. It was too hot and it was the only way I knew of to beat the heat, especially when the AC in the truck didn’t work. I piled my clothes in the center seat next to me. I climbed back into the cab. I shifted the vehicle into drive, after easing on to the road gently. I gunned it. I could go as fast as I wanted. The nearest house was 28 miles away, at the end of the road.

I sped across the plane at 70 MPH. The dust behind me was trailing for miles as I looked back in the mirror. I smiled as I slowed the truck down; I came to a complete stop far out of the reach of the dust cloud. I climbed out of the cab, redressed, in what would have been a few seconds if I weren’t handicapped. I sped back on to the road and traveled on the next two miles at a legal speed. I honked the horn as I drove by the nearest neighbor and the first house on the road.

I hit blacktop. I drove through town, observing whatever may be new. It had been nearly a month since I had been to town. Nothing much changed there were a few little things to be noted. I drove to the other side of town, a whopping three miles. The gas station, only gas station in town served as a bus stop anytime a bus came to town. I parked alongside the road as the people unloaded from the bus. Holding a sign I quickly drafted as I ate breakfast, I drew attention to myself. The guy who was to be our help walked over.

“Jace?” I asked.
“Yes sir.” He answered the Texan accent thick like syrup yet smooth like water.
“My name is Evan.”
“Nice to meet you.” He said as he extended his right hand.

After I shook his hand, I led him to the truck and we headed to the house.
“Got everything you’re going to need?” I asked.
“Yes sir.” He replied.
“Please don’t call me sir.” I asked.
“May I call you Evan then?”
“That’s fine, I just don’t like Sir, it makes me feel old.”
“Okay Evan.” He said my name like an odd taste on his tongue.

We drove out of town and onto the dirt road.
“So how old are you?” I asked.
“18.” He answered shyly.
“No reason to be shy Jace, you’re living in the same house on the same farm with me for a while, might as well get to know each other.”
“Sorry, this is just my first time being this far away from anyone I know.”

I had to admit that he was right. I also had to admit that he was sexy. His frame was something to be proud of. I knew I was going to enjoy seeing him every day and every night.
“Forgive me for being so brash but you’re handsome.”

He blushed. I hoped I didn’t make him more nervous.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I said making eye contact.
“It’s okay, you’re not too bad yourself.”

“Were you a football player or something?”
“I ran track and played soccer.” He answered.
“Do you still run?”
“On occasion.”

“You’re lucky then, out here you can run for a good distance without being bothered. Not trying to creep you out or anything, but the nearest house is about 30 miles from the farm.”
“Holy shit.” He swore.
“What?”
“Talk about privacy.”

“Oh, yeah. Out at the ranch you can run around naked if you want, no one there to complain. Not that anyone would complain” Realizing what I had just said, I blushed.
His gaze returned to the floor. I prayed I hadn’t said the wrong thing. The truck purred as my foot pressed on the accelerator, pushing it closer to the floor. Out across the prairie we went cruising at a blistering pace. After what seemed like an hour we were there. I turned up the drive and parked in front of the house.

“You want to see your room or the farm?”
“My room please.”
We walked into the house met by the chill of the AC it was heaven. I got chills.

“We’ll start here. This is the living room; the television is one of the only ways to contact the outside world. The phone is over there by the couch, another over in the kitchen. Follow me.”
We trekked all over the house exploring the place. When I showed him his room his eyes lit up. Our house was rather big and featured five bedrooms, each of modest size.”
“It’s huge.” He said as he turned around taking in the room.

“Yeah. You can put your clothes in the wardrobe over there. The closet has some junk in it. I can move it to the basement if you want.”
“I don’t have many clothes; don’t worry about the stuff in the closet.”
“Let me show you to the bathroom. Sorry to say but you’ll be sharing it with me.”
“That’s not a big problem.”

My room was directly next door. I choose to put him in this room just for that reason.
I opened the door leading from his room to the bathroom, “Don’t worry it locks. Towels and wash rags in are in this closet here.”
He seemed amazed by the house so far.

“If you’ll follow me.” I said as I opened the door on the other side of the bathroom, that lead to my room, “This is my room. If you need anything, anything at all just ask.”

My room, which I had cleaned the night prior, was spotless.
“If there isn’t anything to do I‘d like to retire to my room.”
“No problem, I’ll get you around dinner time.”
“Okay.”

“Do you have a computer or anything?” I asked.
“A laptop yeah.”
“Tell me when you get settled and I’ll hitch you up to the router.”
“Okay, if that’s not an issue.”
“It won’t be, I imagine you can use it to talk to your family back home.”
“Yeah, my mama will miss me for a little while.”

I closed the door connecting my room to the bathroom as he walked through his door. I needed some time alone for a few minutes. I just hoped that he didn’t need anything within the next 10 minutes. I locked both doors to my room, turned out the lights, logged onto my computer. I opened a porn site I frequented often. Images of men filled my eyes as my dick grew hard. My mind wandered from the men on the screen to the man in the next room. His accent was a major turn on. His respect for me as his employer was amazing. The only thing more amazing was his body. His arms were nicely muscled, not overly thick. His legs were clearly defined. I assumed he had a six pack, and that it was clearly defined.

His face was in a league all its own. His eyes were a sexy green; I could see what he was thinking. He wasn’t just shy, he was shy for a reason, but what was his reason? I wanted to find out, but later I had something else I needed to do.

My hand gripped my fabric engulfed erection. I was close, and I had barely made contact. As I slipped my pants from my thighs there was a knock at the door. Oh shit! I screamed in my head. As quietly as I could I pulled my pants up ignoring my throbbing prick as I tucked it into the waistband of my pants.

I opened the door rather slowly; it could only be one person.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I need to ask a favor of you.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s not a favor it’s more of a thing that you should know about me.”

“What’s that?” I asked, I was genuinely curious now.
“Evan, I understand if you look at me differently but. . . I thought you needed to know.”
“I don’t know anything, you haven’t told me anything.”
“I’m gay.”

“Well,” I said, his words echoed in my ears. I guess I took too long to reply.
“Evan, I’m sorry.”
“Why would you be sorry?” I asked.
“Just because.” His shyness returned.
“Jace, you couldn’t comprehend how I feel.”
“I could if you told me.”

I closed the distance between us, locking lips with him. My eager tongue thrashed around, trying to gain entrance. He denied.
“Evan, what. . .”
“I said you couldn’t comprehend how I felt. I may have just met you, but I like you.”
“Evan, I would like to get to know you better before things get too hasty.”

Good Lord, his voice had the same effect as nails on a chalkboard. The sound of him saying my name made my erection throb.
“Jace, to be honest with you. I’m bi.”
“I figured you were something other than straight in the truck when you told me I was handsome.”
“Well you are, I’m quite taken by your beauty.”

“I think I could get to know you better later, right now I wanna do this.”
He closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in an explosion of emotions. His tongue was doing the probing this time. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist, pulling him close like he was going to fly away at any moment. He broke the kiss and showed another of his dazzling smiles.

I gestured towards my crotch, “See what you do to me?”
Gesturing at his crotch, “The feeling is mutual.”

The idea of showing him my most private area, just after meeting him did strike me as odd, but I didn’t care I wanted him. I’m almost certain he was a bit reluctant as I grabbed the waist band of his shorts and drug them down to the floor beneath. His whitey-titeys strained with the bulging member trying to intrude in the conversation. The smell was unlike any other; Pure masculinity. I was on a high as I hooked my fingers in the underwear and tugged them down slowly to where the now lay. The floor’ on top of his pants.

His cock was amazing. The size of that thing made my eyes bulge. He had to have been part horse or something. His balls hung low in a tan hairless sack. His dick’s base rested on a bushy plot of black pubes. My hand met his shaft. I stroked, as I did he moaned a bit. I knew what I needed to do now.

I took the head of his erection into my mouth, being careful to avoid tearing his dick with my teeth. He moaned as his hips thrust forwards, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. The cutest part was that even his moans carried his accent. I was astounded by how much of his cock I could actually take into my mouth. I had half, of what I assumed was nine inches, in the back of my mouth and throat. I tried my best to tease his prick with my tongue. He moaned loudly. I wanted to moan, but the attempt was useless. I fondled one of his large ball sin my hand, rolling it between my fingers.

Despite my best attempts he withheld his load from me for a long time. Until finally his hips bucked wildly, choking on his cock I braced myself the best I could for what was to come. His load flooded my mouth and throat. I nearly choked with each passing rope of his tasty cum. I had never tasted anything that delicious before.

His cock shrunk in size, looking less daunting as it did. He watched as I swallowed his creamy load. He grinned. He motioned for me to stand up. I did. He got on his knees before me, my cock, still trapped in my pants, seething. My dick wanted release. I wanted release. I didn’t want it I needed it.

“Do you want to take this a step further?” I asked hesitantly.
“Maybe, after I repay you for the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He answered, his face shown with excitement.

He took my hand to help me up. I kissed him, my teeth purposefully snagging his bottom lip as I pulled away. He was ready, and so was I. Jace got on his knees in front of me. My cock, still being smothered by the stressed denim was begging for his touch. The button of my pants sprang free, the work of his talented fingers. The zipper was just as easily overcome. My jeans slid down my legs slowly, too slowly.

My underwear bulged, my dick was waiting. His fingers found the waistband. He tore them down blistering fast, boy oh boy, he meant business. As my underwear lay at my ankles his mouth approached and engulfed my dick. I moaned in ecstasy as his tongue danced over the tip of my erection. He looked up at me; I saw nothing but lust in his green eyes.

I tousled his hair with my hand, the silky smooth brown locks parted for my fingers only to grasp them once more. My hand wandered down to his jawline. The appearance of slight stubble tickled my hand; course like sandpaper, yet smooth like cream. His mouthed formed an O shape as he accommodated my length and girth. I moaned again as his teeth lightly scrapped the top of my shaft, catching on my head. Wherever he was from, he must have had some practice. My head rolled back as I moaned his name Jace.

My breath caught in my throat, as my face flushed from the flames I felt devouring my body. I felt like I was on fire. His teeth lightly grated my dick once more; too much. My body tensed, my sight went blurry as he struck the final nerve. I came, shooting my load into his mouth. He milked every last drop out of me. He swallowed my load, loud gulps audible. He stood up, letting my spent dick escape the confines of his moist mouth. He kissed me deeply; I could taste a hint of something that hadn’t been there the last time we kissed; the taste of my own cum.

His lips moved from mine; his hot breath dancing on my skin. Damn, he was hot. The smile on his face was stunning; his teeth glistened in the dim light of the room. His lips waltzed up my jaw line. I moaned quietly, it was a barely audible whimper. His name escaped my lips; Jace. He took a step back. His body, no longer touching mine, begged for attention. The muscles rippled beneath his pale torso. His breaths were slow and relaxed, despite the hot air in the room.

I melted into him. My head resting on one of his strong shoulders. My ear, firmly pressed upon his shoulder, registered the sound of his heart. I felt my body shudder as I collapsed into his arms. I was his.
“Jace,” I asked, “Will you take me?”

“Only if you’ll have me, Evan.” Hearing his voice say my name the way it did, I knew he loved me.
“Of course, I’ll have you.”

He was all mine, and I his. We walked further into the bedroom, to the bed. He lay down on the bed. I lay beside him. I watched as his breaths deepened, his chest heaved with his breaths. I watched him sleep for a while, until, I myself fell asleep.

My dreams that night were full of images of him; his face in the moment of orgasmic agony, his muscles rippling beneath his skin; the sound of my name, with the tang of his accent. Even though I was asleep, I smiled. He was mine, and I hoped he would be for the rest of the time he was working here, and forever after.

****Dear Readers, prepare yourselves for my upcoming series. 11 stories, all steamy each with different themes and characters. Some names you may recognize from my other stories and some new characters I threw in there to spice things up. ****