After my first experience in the pleasures a man can give another man, or in my case, not much more than a boy, I wasn't sure just what to think. I lay in bed that night, reviewing the days activities, questioning my sexuality, and indeed, my reasons for allowing it to go so far so fast, even though I had to admit to myself that it was something I had more or less wanted to happen.
Every day I had silently admired the size and shape of his cock and every time I saw cum dripping from the throbbing tip, I'd wanted to hold it and feel it, although the thought of tasting it or even feeling it in my mouth wasn't something I was ready for, no matter what.
I whipped my cock to more than one climax before it just was too tired to cooperate any more, then fell asleep, still holding it in my hand while the remains of a good cum leaked into the towel that I'd lay beneath me to conceal the evidence.
I went to work the next day, not knowing what to expect. I had no reason to believe that the previous day's activities were going to be repeated although I had accepted the fact during the night that if he wanted me, I'd be there for him.
We were to be so busy for the next two weeks that we never even got to swim together. That didn't prevent us from getting together on a couple of occasions though. When the weather forced us to move inside to work on maintenance chores, he found new ways to satisfy his needs. On one occasion, we'd been cleaning and lubricating the combine when he stopped and wiped his brow before heading over to the cooler where we were keeping some lemonade He's stripped off his shirt and undershirt as had I.
Since I was smaller than he, I had crawled into the mechanism with the air hose to blast out the accumulation of dirt and dust. Leaving it to draw dampness causes rust and corrosion that can destroy an expensive piece of equipment. The next thing I knew, he raised was fumbling with the top of my jeans while I held onto a crossbar to keep from being dragged backwards. Lifting my feet from the floor, he stripped off jeans and underwear in one swift move.
With my clothes around my ankles, and my legs hanging down, he entered me a bit too fast, forcing me to scream. For a while, he held me with just the head of his cock in my ass before he began pushing deeper and deeper until the hairs began tickling my ass. Then he began moving faster until I could hear his breath change and feel him pushing harder with each thrust until he was slamming into me faster and faster until he spread my cheeks so wide it hurt and rammed deep, holding it in while I felt it pulse with his release.
Over the next few days, we had a several dry days in a row which allowed us to get the hay cut, dried, baled and in before the rain started again. When we came in at night, we were exhausted and neither of us felt any inclination to do anything.
On another occasion, he rolled me on my bac, lifting my feet high in the air, before he drooled saliva over my ass. He slid a finger into me and worked it around, then added a second, opening my ass up before slipping his meat into me. Holding my legs against his chest, he played with my balls before sliding his hands over my cock, beginning to slowly jack me off.
I think we both came at about the same time when he pushed deep and rammed his hand back on my cock. My stomach was covered with my cum and my ass was full of his. We stayed that way for a minute or two, just letting him go soft before he pulled out. Afterwards, we went to the faucet and cleaned up without saying much at all. When we were cleaned up, we went back to the job at hand. On two occasions, he tried to get me to go down on him and I wanted to, just to make him happy, but something in my mind wouldn't let me do it.
When the weather finally calmed down, I took a couple days off to take care of my banking and do some other things I'd been neglecting. He told me that he had someone to fill in for me while I was gone and I really needed the rest.
On Friday, when I went to pick up my check, I met my replacement. He was a tall, handsome man, about twenty, I decided, and quite a surprise. He smiled when we were introduced and extended his hand. Although his grip was not nearly as strong as Derek's,he was no wimp either. It was obvious that he was a farmer or the son of a farmer or something like that. His name was Gary, and as we became acquainted, I learned that he had worked for Derek for three years before he went to college, where he was a junior.
After sharing some lunch together, he asked me to help him get the Farm-all tractor started. I knew what the problem was. It was just old and cantankerous and had to be babied until is was warmed up. I climbed up and showed him how I bumped the starter a couple of times, then waited while the fuel settled into the carburetor before I bumped it and turned it over. It coughed and belched and slowly settled into a rough idle. I played with the choke for second longer and it began to idle smoothly.
"You just have to treat it like your lover," I told him. "Be gentle with her but keep warming her up. She needs a tune up bad but I won't have the time or the parts to get into it until the back 40 acres is ready for the winter wheat. Derek took the planter in for service though so I may have time next week to do it."
"Is that how Derek treats you, David?" he asked. "Is he gentle and patient as a lover?"
