Phil and Dale slipped into the barn that they frequented for oral sex. It was at the edge of Phil's family property. The sun shone warmly through the window near the roof of the barn, and a cool breeze blew through. It was one of those days where clothing becomes optional. Phil wore only a light t-shirt and jeans, his muscular arms and chest showing through. Only turning 21, he had a square jaw and bristle from his starting beard. At 19, Dale was a little on the thin side, with a younger boyish face.
"Happy birthday, big boy," Dale said, getting on his knees in front of Phil and unzipping his jeans.
"Just shut up and suck it, bitch," Phil answered. Dale was happy to oblige.
"Hey, I'm about to score with Emily, so I won't need your slut mouth anymore."
Dale doubted Emily could enjoy sucking Phil's dick as he did. He set out to prove to Phil that his cock-sucking skills were irreplaceable.
Phil always faced the door, so he could put his dick away if anybody walked into the barn. He gazed into the sunlight, thinking about Emily's firm young tits and nice ass as Dale licked the tip of his cock and swirled his tongue over the head. Dale's tongue swished down the shaft to Phil's balls. Phil worked to hold in a groan, staring off into the distance. Dale sucked the balls, taking each into his mouth, until Phil looked down at him slapped his cock on Dale's face. Dale knew what that meant and licked back up the shaft, taking Phil's meat into his month. It wasn't long before Dale was deep-throating Phil's seven-inch cock.
Suddenly, Phil pulled his dick out of Dale's mouth. He stepped back and stuffed his now throbbing unit back into his pants. Dale tried to get up, but it was too late.
"What the hell's going on in here?!" Phil's dad yelled as he walked into the barn. "What's going on Phil? I've been calling for you for 15 minutes."
"Nothing dad ... " Phil answered.
"Phil, get out of here son," Phil's dad, Chuck , said. "You got chores to do."
Phil began to leave. As he looked at Dale, he mouthed the word "slut." Dale felt humiliated, but he knew Phil was a jerk and he began to get up off his knees.
"You wait here Dale," Chuck said, looking at Dale sternly.
" But I just .. " Dale said watching as Phil left the barn.
Chuck waited until his son was out of earshot.
"Now look, Dale, I know my boy ain't no faggot, he's just waiting to get some pussy. But you on the other hand, out here on your knees every day, begging for his cum. You're something else."
"Mr. Thompson," Dale said, shaking his head. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want anyone to know he was a cock sucker, except Phil.
"I don't think your father would be too proud if he knew you were back here on you're knees ..."
"Please don't tell my dad," Dale interrupted him.
Dale looked at Chuck, who had only just turned 40. He was in pretty good shape from working on the farm, Dale thought. His body was wiry and muscular.
"I'll do anything," Dale said, looking away from the man.
"I know you will boy, so just stay on your knees."
Dale got back on his knees as Chuck walked over.
"No wait," Chuck said. "Take off your pants."
"Mr. Thompson, I don't think so . . ."
"Alright I guess I'll just tell your dad about this," Chuck said, pretending to get ready to walk out of the barn.
"But you wanted me to suck your cock . . ." Dale said desperately.
"I think he'll take my word over the cock sucker," Chuck answered. "Look I know you're dying to blow me, so just take your fucking pants off."
Dale slid his shorts and boxers off as Chuck unbuttoned his pants. Dale was embarrassed because his cock was as hard as a rock.
"Just dying to suck me ain't you bitch," Chuck said with a grin on his face. He pulled down his pants and unveiled his eight-inch, thickly veined cock.
Dale kneeled before Chuck on the smooth dirt of the barn. As Chuck pulled his jeans around his waste to his thighs, he stroked his penis and looked at Dale's smooth round ass. Leaning toward Chuck's hard dick, Dale arched his back so his butt would stick out for Chuck's viewing pleasure. Chuck wasted no time, he pressed his cock into Dale's mouth and quickly began to fuck his face. With a firm hand on the back of Dale's head, Chuck pumped his hips back and forth. It wasn't long before Dale's nose was getting stuffed in Chuck's pubic hairs.
Dale noticed that Chuck had a salty, manly flavor and scent. His cock was a good bit thicker than his son's. Chuck probed his cock deep into Dale's throat and Dale pulled his head back, trying not to gag. Dale looked up at Chuck, who slid his cock in and out of Dale's soft lips more gently now.
Chuck's toe curled as Dale swept his tongue along the tip of his penis.
"Just keep your focus on the dick," Chuck said when Dale looked up at him with innocent eyes. He pushed Dale's gaze toward his belly and poked his penis into his mouth. Chuck then pulled his meat out of Dale's mouth.
"Stroke my cock while you suck my balls," he said.
Dale was slightly surprised to find himself totally under Chuck's control. He licked the soft hairy balls, sour and salty from a morning of work in the sun. Dale worked Chuck's balls for a while then licked up the shaft to the head of the cock. He traced his tongue along the head taking more and more of it into his mouth.
Chuck reached down and squeezed one of Dale's ass cheeks as he fucked the boy's face. He smacked it, leaving a bright, red hand print on Dale's exposed ass. Dale responded by fervently bobbing his head on Chuck's dick and shoving his face into Chuck's crotch until he almost gagged.
"Blow me slut," Chuck yelled. He fucked Dale's face hard until his cock exploded in Dale's mouth. Dale squeezed Chuck's butt cheek and swallowed his cum as Chuck's body quivered in ecstasy. Dale wiped his mouth, gathering the cum that escaped from his lips. He then licked that last drop of jizz oozing from Chuck's dick and looked up at him. Chuck was staring away in a daze.
Dale figured this was his chance to steal away and, still on his knees, he reached for his pants.
"Hold on a minute boy," Chuck said. "I ain't through with you."
"But I . . ." was all Dale could say.