Hunter wiped the sweat from his brow as he tossed the last bit of clean hay into the stall. "There you go, Maple," he said to the chestnut mare in the opposite pen. "Nice and clean for you, old girl."
He tossed to pitchfork aside and unbolted the door. With the click of his tongue, the young farmhand led Maple back to her cleaned stall. Hunter gave the horse a pat on the rump before bolting her inside.
He leaned on the door and smirked, "Your mama must loves you lots to set you up with that fine straw." Looked softer than his mattress up in the loft, that was for sure.
"My daughter takes care of the things she loves."
Hunter turned at the deep voice and was surprised to see his boss standing not far behind him. For such a bull of a man, Vernon moved damn near quiet as a cat. Vernon was a tall man with broad shoulders and muscles sculpted from years of working the fields. A greying beard framed his heavy jaw and barely brushed the top of his barrel chest.
In a way, Vernon was the type of man Hunter hoped he would become as he grew older. Though he knew he would never be as tall, he hoped the hard work would bulk his already hardy physique. He also wished his own short, somewhat patchy beard had the potential to one day be as refined as Vernon's.
Vernon removed his cap and wiped his brow. It gave Hunter a moment to catch a brief glimpse of the older man's receding grey hair before the hat was replaced. Part of him also hoped he would keep as much of his hair as his boss.
The old farmer crossed his arms and stared down at him from under heavy eyebrows.
"Something on your mind, boss?"
Vernon huffed. "You know my Claire has her eye on you?"
Hunter gulped- he had been aware that Maple's mistress had been keeping an eye on him lately. Claire watched him as he worked like a vixen watching over a coop of chickens. She would come out in jeans that fit her like a second skin and shirts that were sure to show what God had gifted her during development. Claire often did things that got the other farmhands staring. Still, he knew she was trying to get his attention, specifically. It made him uncomfortable; too many times had someone he knew been fired for the advances of the farmer's daughter.
"I uh, I haven't made any advances toward her, sir." Hunter could feel new sweat forming on his brow. Had Claire said anything about him flirting with her?
Vernon watched him for a moment and then smirked. "I know you haven't, son, stop shakin'." The older man stepped closer, and Hunter felt his back press against the support beam of the horse stall. "She don't seem like your type, anyway."
Hunter was about to ask what he meant when Vernon took his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Vernon tipped the shorter man's head back, so they looked eye to eye. Hunter found himself stunned to silence as he stared into his boss's harvest green eyes. They were lined with deep furrows, like tilled fields. The two of them stood almost chest to chest, and Hunter could feel the heat from one of Vernon's legs as it moved between his.
"You like workin' here, son?" the older man asked in a hushed voice.
"Yessir," Hunter swallowed as Vernon's thumb pressed against his bottom lip.
"I like having you around. You're a real pretty man to look at." Hunter nearly jumped when he felt his boss's large hand firmly grasp his crotch. "Dadgum, boy, what you got goin' on in there?" Vernon hummed thoughtfully before removing his hand.
Vernon's fingers rubbed along Hunter's crotch, teasing along the seam of his jeans. It wasn't long before he had the younger man groaning and grinding in rhythm. He chuckled when Hunter whined as he pulled his hand away. Unfastening the button on Hunter's jeans, Vernon quickly replaced his hand inside the farmhand's underwear.
His thick fingers slid along the wet slit until he found the aroused head of Hunter's clit. He took the elongated organ between his fingers and began to stroke him. "So you're one of those types, huh? No wonder you're so pretty."
Usually, Hunter would have taken offense to be called pretty. He had worked hard to leave that word in the past, but any thought of arguing left when Vernon's lips met his. He could feel the full beard brushing against his chin as Vernon worked his mouth open. Hunter eagerly accepted the tongue that slipped inside. Finding the strength to move, he wrapped his arms around the older man's neck to pull him closer.
Vernon's fingers left Hunter's throbbing clit only for two of them to bury themselves deep inside of him. The air around them filled with gasps and moans and the sounds of Hunter swearing as his boss fingered him against the horse stall. The old farmer's other hand unbuttoned Hunter's shirt and pushed it open until it hung loose on Hunter's arms.
Vernon's hand ran over the hairy plane of the younger man's stomach and chest until it reached his nipple. The skin there buzzed with combined aroused sensitivity and residual numbness from when Hunter's breasts had been removed. The faint scarring along the bottom of his pectorals hadn't fully recovered after the surgery and usually felt weird to touch. However, he wanted nothing more than to have Vernon continue to pinch and twist the sensitive areola.
Reaching down, Hunter grasped the older man's cock through his jeans. He was surprised by how thick it was and how rock solid it felt already. Hunter had Vernon's belt unfastened with a deft motion of his fingers and his jeans unbuttoned and pulled the girthy member from his underwear. He could feel the precum leaking onto his forearm as he stroked.
Without warning, Vernon removed his hand from Hunter's pants. The feeling of those strong fingers leaving his pussy made him whimper like a desperate girl. His clit throbbed from the sudden lack of contact, and Hunter became aware of how close he was to climax.
His boss grabbed him by the shoulders, and, in a blink, Hunter found himself on his back among the fresh straw pile to the right of Maple's stall. His jeans were ripped off over his boots, and Vernon's thick legs settled between his. Hunter watched in breathless awe as the older man stripped out of his shirt and tossed it aside. White hairs on his chest glistened in the light of the barn. Small streams of sweat streaked their way down to the thick patch of hair at the base of his cock.
Hunter's eyes widened at the sight; he had felt the heaviness in his hand but seeing it now, his boss was a true stallion of a man. The organ pulsed as it stood erect from the older man's body, shining precum oozing from the tip and dripping onto Hunter's belly. It would be a stretch to make him- more of a stretch than anything Hunter had experienced in some time. His own miniature cock throbbed at the thought of feeling the thick shaft rub against it.
As if Vernon could read his thoughts, the old farmer grabbed Hunter by the back of the knees and pulled him closer. Pulling his hips back, Vernon began to stroke the length of his manhood along Hunter's eager slit. He rested the shaft against Hunter's clit and grinned as the younger man squirmed in his grasp.
"You like that, boy? Feelin' another man's cock up against yours?"
"Yessir." Hunter managed to groan.
