I grabbed my rain-boots and quickly threw on my green rain poncho. I reached under the bed and grabbed the loaded 22 rifle. The barn animals were being unusually loud. Maybe something came out from the nearby woods? Perhaps something had spooked them?
I ran as quickly as I could through the muddy field, between my little cabin and the barn. The rain was so heavy I could barely pull my boots out of the soft mud. I finally made it to the entrance of the noisy barn. I slowly pushed the barn door open, trying my best not to spook the animals any further.
I couldn't believe what I saw!
The animals weren't spooked from what was going on outside, it was more about what was going on in the barn. I threw my poncho over my head, and opened the barn door just a little bit more.
Stefan was bent over, and his hands were on a large bale of hay.
The Texan had both his hands around Stefan's waist. He was pounding Stefan so hard that the bales were moving back and forth. Stefan's jean overalls were dropped over his rain-boots. The Texan's jeans were just below his knees, as he slammed harder and harder into Stefan. Stefan was moaning so loud, you could barely hear the pigs snorting.
I stopped watching, and closed the barn door as I quietly as I could. I quickly ran back in the muddy field towards the cabin. I took my soaking wet poncho and boots, and tucked them under the small cabin balcony. Once I was safely on my bed, I sat up and peeked out the small cabin window.
The animals seemed to have finally quieted down. I watched as the barn door opened, and they both stepped out. Stefan was back in his overalls, and the Texan's pants were back on. I could see the light from the moon reflecting on his big gold belt buckle.
I continued to peek out the window, as they looked in all directions. They were making sure they weren't being watched. Stefan leaned in under his big cowboy hat, and The Texan reached his hand under Stefan's long blonde hair. They kissed for a few minutes, and slowly walked away. I saw the Texan turn around to check out Stefan.. Stefan caught him, and smiled back in his direction.
I stopped peeking out the window, quickly pulled the covers over my head. I even pretended to snore, wanting him to think that I was fast asleep. I could hear his footsteps just outside the cabin, and knew he would be inside soon.
He slowly opened the cabin door, and removed his muddy boots. I could hear his metal buttons come undone, as he removed his denim overalls. He climbed into his bed, and within minutes he was fast asleep.
I was filled with a deep jealous rage. Since I started working on the farm, the Texan would take any chance to see me. I knew he hired me just to spend time with me. We spent many nights in each other's arms, cuddling and making love.
Now it was becoming clear he was just using me. He wanted something else, he wanted someone like Stefan. Stefan was way better looking than I was. He was a tall blue-eyed French-Canadian college senior. He had a smooth muscular body, and his long blonde hair always fell perfectly over his shoulders.
Stefan responded to a local newspaper advertisement. His family was in the military and they moved around a lot. Stefan wasn't really interested in being in the military, but he loved getting his hands dirty. He was exactly what the Texan wanted. Well, it was clear now why he really hired him.
I couldn't believe Stefan was only here a week, and he was get bent over the hay bales. Part of me hated it, but part of me also wanted to watch. The idea of Stefan being bent over like that really got me hard. It was really boring here at night, and I loved any level of excitement.
The next few days were uneventful. Because it was the busy season, we worked like crazy. It was usually hot, and Stefan always wore his jean overalls without a shirt underneath. His little pink nipples always seem to poke out from underneath. I couldn't help but stare as he bent over. I imagined him naked and fantasized about him while we worked. He was totally oblivious to me checking him out.
This particularly day was extremely hot. We stopped working by the early afternoon because the strong July sun was making us both dizzy. Lucky for us there was a small river nearby where we could cool off. We threw down our equipment, grabbed a few cold beers and headed over to it.
Stefan took off his muddy boots, and threw to the side. He reached up, and pulled his overalls down. I got a good look at his exposed backside as he ran into the lake. No wonder the Texan wanted him so bad. He had such a prefect butt. It was perfectly round and muscular. As he ran into the lake, I could see his 'butt muscles' flexing.
"Are you come in?" He shouted.
His English wasn't great, but I was so focused on his backside I didn't care.
If only he knew that I was into guys. If only he knew what I knew about him.
I quickly undressed and ran into the refreshing water. We joked around for the next few hours, while we splashed each other back and forth. The Sun was starting to set, and we finished all our beer. I was time for us to make our way out of the water.
We didn't have a way to dry off, so we lay naked in the grass at the side of the river. Stefan was so confident about everything that it made me jealous. He lay down with his back on the grass, and his legs spread wide. His eyes were closed and I peeked between his legs.
It was long and thin, and pressed against his left thigh. It looked like it was almost ten inches long. He had such a smooth little 'helmet' pressing on his thigh. He had a small amount of curly blonde hair covering his balls, and a perfect little patch of hair just under his waist. I leaned up and watched the stars come out, as we talked a bit more. His eyes were still closed, and I looked up at his perfect thin lips. I wanted to kiss him so bad.
Stefan leaned up next to me. By now we were almost dry. His long blonde hair was dry and fell down over his bare chest.
"Are you ever kiss a guy?" He asked me.
I wanted to correct his bad English, but I was too distracted. My heart beat faster and faster. I wasn't sure how to answer his question.
"No, just girls" I lied to him.
"Do you want to try?"
Did I want to kiss this gorgeous French-Canadian? I didn't want to make it too obvious. Yes I wanted to bury my tongue deep inside his perfect mouth. My heart beat so fast that I could feel my body shaking. He brushed his long hair behind his ear and leaned closer to me. He came so close to me that I could feel the heat of his warm breath on my lips.
"Just pretend I am like woman" He whispered.
I closed my eyes and he pressed his lips against mine. He ran his hand gently on the side of my face and bit my upper lip. Our mouths opened wider, and our tongues met. He was an incredibly good kisser, and I was doing my best not to turn rock hard. I was still 'pretending' he was a woman.
He stopped kissing me, and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. By now it was pitch dark outside. It was also starting to get chilly, so we quickly put our clothes back on.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone" He promised.
Only the crickets interrupted our silence as we walked towards our little cabin.
When we got inside I took my clothes off and climbed into bed. Stefan flicked off the light, and he pretended to go to bed.
"You're a pretty good kisser" He said loudly.
If only he knew the truth about me. I slowly drifted off to sleep, tired from a long day of work in the hot sun. Stefan thought I was sleeping when he boot his boots back on and opened the cabin door. He pushed the cabin door open, and headed towards the barn.
I pushed my covers aside, and leaned up to look out the window. I watched Stefan cautiously open the door to the barn and head inside. I knew that they were again making love again in the barn. This went on night after night. That explained why the Texan wasn't paying attention to me. It looked like he had found himself a new lover.
Finally on Saturday night it was my turn to be noticed again. Like he often did, Stefan went into town for the weekend to hang out with his family. A set of flashing truck lights from across the farm woke me up. That was our special signal, and I knew exactly what he wanted.
I quickly put on my boots, and headed out into the dark field. I opened the door to his truck, and jumped inside. I missed spending time with my big burly lover. I was starting to think that he forgot about me.
We drove to the edge of the farm where there was a small fire pit. It was an unusually cool night for July. He grabbed a blanket from the back of his truck, and wrapped it around both our bodies. As the fire became hotter, our bodies slowly warmed up.
"Sorry I haven't seen in awhile, I was worried my wife would find out"
I almost wanted to yell at him. I wanted to tell him what a liar he was. I wanted to tell him I knew everything about Stefan. I wanted to tell him that I saw what they were doing.
He leaned turned to the side and kissed me. He took the blanket of us, and wrapped his big arms around me. He passionately kissed my neck, just underneath my left ear. I pushed him aside and looked under his hat. I could see my reflection on his big sparkling green eyes.
"Do you love me?" I asked him.
"Of course I love you"
What a lying piece of shit. But I didn't want to ruin our moment. I leaned on his shoulder, and couldn't hold back. Warm tears started streaming down my face. He could hear my whimpering on his big hairy chest.
"Why are you crying?" He asked.
"It's just the first time someone said it"
That wasn't true at all. Those were really tears of bitter jealously. I wanted him all to myself. I wanted him to get rid of his wife, and to get rid of Stefan. I want him to get rid of anything that stood between our secret romance.
I stood up and sat on his lap. He wiped the tears off my face with his hand, and I smiled up at him. We took turns gently biting each other's lips. His hands were slowly making their way up and down my body.
"Instead of sex, can you just hold me tonight?" I asked, pushing his hands away.
He wrapped his arms tight around me, and I spent the next two hours in his big strong arms. The fire was slowly dying out. We knew his wife would start getting suspicious if he didn't head back soon.
Before he dropped me back at the cabin, he kissed me on the lips again. He caressed my cheek, and pulled my face toward him.
