I wrote this as the first in a series of short stories one long, hot summer when a friend of mine was having his barn renovated. The young men doing the work were just delicious, and I took lots of pictures and wrote very dirty stories. Eventually, I realized my main character had a story to tell and I started telling it. It’s not done, but it needs to be, I think.
“Fuck! Get over here and grab this end!” Vic yelled, as the unwieldy barn door he was trying to move began to give way.
I dropped the pry bar I was using to remove rotted clapboards from the barn and ran over to catch the falling timber. The door was heavy, at least a few hundred pounds, and too awkward for one guy to handle alone. Vic was really built, that’s a fact—tall, blonde, and made of all lean muscle—but we’d be lucky if it didn’t fall and maim us both.
I ran to his side just as he began to lose it and grabbed hold of the door. Between us, we managed to put just enough leverage on the door to slide it back up into place. I held it while Vic grabbed a spare piece of lumber and secured it temporarily with a few hard strokes of his hammer. We both stood back for a minute to catch our breath. Vic leaned forward with his hands on his knees, then stood up straight and flexed his aching muscles. It was 100 degrees in the shade and we were both hot and sweaty from a whole day of renovating the dairy barn.
“I’ve had it,” Vic said as I watched the sweat run in rivers down his naked back and stain his hard-worn faded Levi’s. He unhooked his tool belt and slung it into the back of his truck.
“I’m with you,” I agreed, and retrieving my discarded pry bar I too removed my tool belt and put it with his in the rusted pickup. I grabbed the big cooler of water and popping the top, savored every mouthful of the cold, cool stuff. I offered it to Vic and he drank gratefully. I watched him as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the liquid, some of it escaping his lips and running down his smooth, hard, muscled chest. The water made clean rivers in the dust and sweat caked on his skin, and I followed the river right down to where it disappeared into the already-soaked waistband of his jeans. I raised my hand and trailed a finger in the small stream, running my finger just inside the frayed edge of his work pants.
He lowered the cooler and said with a wry grin, “Be cool, man. Not out here. Let’s go in the barn out of the sun.”
I trotted eagerly after him, admiring the view of his hard, athletic ass as he walked into the barn. His back was strong and tan from hours in the summer sun, and as soon as we were in the cool, dark barn, I grabbed him by his belt loop. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” I said, pulling him to me so that he could feel my hard-on against his tight ass. He sighed deeply as I wrapped my arms around his sweaty body. I reached for his nipples and was thrilled to find them already hard as rocks. “You could cut diamonds with these,” I murmured as I pulled and rolled them around in my fingers. I pressed my lips to his strong shoulder, tasting the sweat as I kissed a path to his sensitive earlobes. He shivered as my lips made contact with his ear. I ran my tongue along the edge and nipped lightly at it with my teeth.
I slid my hands down his wet torso, enjoying the ripples of his washboard abs and I worked my way south. I undid the top button of his jeans and slid my hands slowly downward, stroking the smooth planes of his hips, his body naked under the drenched denim. I lowered the zipper and released his long cock, sliding his jeans to his knees. I grabbed his thick, wet tool and stroked it firmly, his sweat and pre-cum being the only lubricant I needed. He leaned forward, bracing himself with his hands against the ladder of the hayloft. While my right hand continued to milk his large tool, I used my left to free my own dick. I was as hard as Vic was, maybe harder, and just as sweaty as he was. I guided it to his ass, and Vic spread his legs as far as his jeans would allow.
I pressed my dick into the hot, wet crack of his ass. Despite the cooler temperature in the dark barn, sweat was pouring down Vic’s back and into the cleft where my cock rested. I ran the tip along his sweaty crack, wetting it with the stinging sweat from his own ass. I teased him with the tip, putting it in just a little and letting it out again, all the while sliding my hand up and down his slippery cock.
“Oh, man, I can’t stand it any more,” he groaned, and obliging, I slid my rod slowly into his hot, tight hole. I let go of his hard prick and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him tight until I could feel my balls against his ass. I slid out almost all the way, and then entered him again, slowly, pulling him to me, letting him feel every inch of my hot dick in his ass. I was so worked up from watching him work and sweat in the sun that I wasn’t going to be able to finesse him this time. My dick was ready to burst, so I increased the pace, fucking him faster and harder, slamming into him while my balls slapped against his naked ass. He was moaning, holding onto the ladder for dear life, begging me to come in his ass, to fill him with my spunk.
It was all the encouragement I needed. I felt my balls tighten and then I came like a volcano, my jizz shooting out of me like hot lava. I grunted as I filled his accommodating ass with all that I had. My passion spent, I leaned against him, our bodies soaked and slippery with cum and sweat. I pulled my already-soft tool out of his ass and let it flop wetly against my thigh. He turned around and I kissed him full on the lips, his day’s growth of blonde beard scratching my sensitive lips, as I knew mine was doing to him. He opened his mouth and I offered my tongue, which he greedily accepted, sucking on it like a candy.
My hands once again sought his golden cock, and slithering down his sweaty body, I knelt in front of him. He leaned his ass against the ladder as I took his long prick in my mouth. I tilted my head back and took him all the way into my throat until felt the damp curls of his pubic hair tickle my nose. I sucked him like a pro, using one hand on his balls and cum-soaked asshole, one hand around the base keeping time with my hungry mouth.
Vic was groaning in ecstasy, my lips and tongue teasing him like no man or woman ever had. Suddenly with a cry, he grabbed my sweat-soaked hair and held me fast. I took him as far into my throat as I could and opened wide as he shot load after load of jism into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the salty starch taste of his cum. He let go of my head and I released his still-hard dick, giving it one good stroke for good measure, and nearly causing Vic to jump out of his skin.
“Oh, man, that was the best,” Vic said, kissing me and tasting his own cum. “You have the nicest mouth,” he added.
“And your ass is definitely something to write to the folks back home about,” I returned.
“You want to go take a quick dip in the creek before we head out?” he asked, buttoning his Levi’s.
“Sure,” I said, tucking my sticky dick back in my own wet pants.