Torture is what it was. The hillbilly equivalent of hard labor, I thought, with a pitchfork in my hands. We'd only been settled into our new country house for a couple of weeks, when my dad suggested I take a job over at old Mr. Whitney's farm. I'd told him he was fucking crazy, but there I was, cleaning up horseshit on my third day of hell week.
"Ryan, c'mon boy, put your back into it," Hank told me.
Hank was Mr. Whitney's grandson, who at twenty-one was two years older than me and seemed to be in charge of the horse farm. Somehow, the perpetually fishing Mr. Whitney decided it was wise to leave Crazy Hank in charge.
Hank was everything you'd imagine honest to God rednecks to be and sported a belt buckle which was about the size of my Honda. He even wore tight jeans and cowboy boots. He talked endlessly about guns, knives, beer and pussy.
The only reason I bothered to keep showing up was Sadie. Sadie Whitney gave me an erection the first time I saw her serving ice cream cones at The Dairy Freeze in town. When I found out we were going to be neighbors, I nearly came all over myself, remembering her pouty pink lips and shiny honey-colored hair.
Every day, Sadie brought us lemonade or iced tea. It was the only time I saw her and I wasn't about to ask her out in front of Hank. It seemed as though they were very close and he might possibly bash in my skull for such a trespass as hitting on his younger sister.
I watched Hank strip off his T-shirt and use the ladle to pour cool water over his head. He had a physique guys like me only dreamed about, rippling abs and biceps, the kind you only get from lots of manual labor. Girls probably threw themselves at him.
It was noon and Sadie was walking across the manicured lawn to the barn. She carried two tall glasses of lemonade, but it wasn't the clinking ice cubes I watched. It was Sadie's round little tits, which bounced gently under the cherry print sun dress she wore.
I took the glass with a shaking hand and thanked her. She brushed my shaggy blond hair, which was falling into my eyes, away from my forehead and smiled at me.
"You're making him work too hard," she said, turning on Hank who shrugged gracefully.
"Hard work is good for ya, especially for city boys with girly soft hands."
I sighed and shook my head. Hank was probably right, the most strenuous activity I did back in Clayton was loading up the bong or taking out the trash.
Sadie grabbed hold of Hank's stubbly chin and then kissed his cheek sweetly.
"Behave yourself, big brother." Then she was gone. My sigh was probably audible.
Hank looked over at me and laughed, deep and throaty.
"You too, huh? That girl gives me some major wood."
I looked back at him with confusion. "She is your sister, right?"
"Of course she is, but she's still the hottest piece of ass in three Counties and I'm a man, I'd fuck any damn thing." Hank made a violent humping gesture with his hips.
I gave the horse in the stall next to me a sympathetic look and reeled in my own disbelief. Surely he had to be messing with me.
"I totally don't believe you," I told him.
"All right, look here," Hank said, then promptly whipped his dick out to show me. I wasn't about to look at that.
I had to admit to myself, it was mesmerizing, thick and huge and pulsing hard. I couldn't stop staring at it. The snake had charmed me. Hank stroked it a little, showing off his length and girth, until I turned away.
"Oh, come on now, don't tell me you've never seen a guy jerk off before," Hank laughed, still stroking himself.
"Sure, I, uh . . . " I stammered, trying to look everywhere but at him.
"Ain't nothing wrong with a little circle jerk, I figure," Hank said.
It was too weird, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from that monster cock of his. At the same time, I knew he wanted me to jerk off with him; I needed it desperately as Sadie's perfume still lingered in my nostrils.
Hank went up to the hayloft and I followed absently, thinking only of my hard dick. Once in the loft, Hank turned to me, there was only about two feet of distance between us.
"Okay, Slick, let's see your boner," he said, abruptly, while licking his full lips and flipping feathery sand colored hair out of his eyes.
Abandoning any remaining good sense, I unbuttoned my cargo shorts, pulled my boxers down and T-shirt up, revealing my cock to him.
"Well, look at that. Who woulda thought." He grinned, motioning to my thick, veiny cock. Then it was Hank who was fascinated.
I closed my eyes for a moment and stroked, the smell of hot dirt and motor oil permeated my senses. When I opened them again, Hank was grinning at me, slowly he beat off, watching me with his intense green eyes.
"You want to fuck my sister, huh?" he laughed. "Go ahead, she's a little whore, she loves it."
"Liar," I said.
Hank was so full of shit. Sadie exuded wholesome innocence. There was no way. He laughed, but didn't stop wanking. I couldn't seem to stop either, watching the wide head of his cock swell with desire and slip through his grubby fingers.
"Think so? The whole reason Sadie lives out here and not in town with our mom is because she got caught with the UPS man's big black dick in her ass after school one day."
I was pissed off at Hank's lies, yet turned on by the thought of Sadie with a big dick in her narrow little butt. Damn. I wanted to be the one to give it to her good and hard.
Hank licked his lips and his eyes swept over my dick. I pushed away any thoughts about how hot and wanton he looked like that. Thinking like that was just too gay.
"Goddamn, you're a big boy," he exclaimed.
He pulled his jeans and tight white undershorts down further, exposing his firm pink balls to me. Hank spread his legs and fondled them, rolling each one between his fingers. He had an allover tan and it made me wonder if he spent his days laying naked in the sun.
I mirrored him, letting my pants and boxers slide down all the way. Taking my meaty balls in my hand, I rubbed them as he watched intently.
"Damn, Hoss, I can't wait to see those nuts slapping my sister's ass." I made a face when he said that. Like he would get an invite if it ever did happen.
"Just Sunday morning, she was so fucking horny, I had to pull my truck over and bang her on the way to church. She went to worship the good lord with my jizz dripping down her thighs."
Oh, God. He was insane, but so horny and hot. Thinking about Hank fucking his sister's hot little pussy, I came all over the place. My load shot so hard and far, some splattered on Hank's belly. I expected him to at least be annoyed, but he only smiled and rubbed it into his flesh. With the hand he'd used to rub in my cum, he resumed jerking his big cock, lubing it with my cream.
My cock, still hard, twitched in my hand while Hank pounded his dick with frantic need. His other hand snaked up to pinch one of his hard brown nipples. I ignored the inclination to get down on my knees and suck him off. I was just horny and not thinking.
Hank bit his lower lip and hot pearly come erupted from his body. I had moved slightly closer with interest, so the goo showered my sticky bare dick and the T-shirt I wore. *** *** *** "Hey, I didn't say it was time to knock off for the day!" Hank yelled after me, as I exited the loft, while zipping my pants.
"Dude, I'm so out of here," I yelled back, hauling ass to my car.
Hopefully, he wasn't getting his gun, I thought. It was only a mile back to my house, but time enough to think about what had just happened. Did Hank think I was gay or something? Was he really fucking his sister? I didn't care to find out anything else. I was done at The Whitney's and would tell my dad I got fired.
Under the hot spray of the shower, I analyzed everything in my behavior that could possibly send the message I was gay. I came up with nothing. I wasn't big and burly or all that popular, but I'd had my share of girlfriends. That still didn't explain why Hank did what he did or even why Ethan Benson hit on me during the class ski trip earlier that year.
I remembered Ethan, with his lithe pale body and floppy brown hair. We'd spent the boring last night of the trip alone, talking about girls in our hotel room. Finally, he'd asked if he could suck me off and I let him. He'd wrapped his full red lips around my cock, going down on me with enthusiasm. When he pulled down his pants, offering me his tight little ass, I couldn't refuse.
I was getting hard again, just recalling it. Shutting off the shower, I went into my room and fell into bed. I listened to The Killers and tried to fall asleep. Soon, the phone was ringing and I reluctantly answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Ryan." It was Sadie. My heart thudded in my chest. She'd never called me before, we'd barely had a conversation.
"Hi, what's up?"
"Hank said he pissed you off today and he's sorry. He wanted to know if you would like to come over and watch movies with us tonight."
"Why can't Hank call me himself?"
"He doesn't like to talk on the phone," she said and then laughed.
Her laugh was sweet and musical. Damn her. "I'll think about it," I said, annoyed.
"Please, for me."
I sighed. Hank was probably listening in, laughing.
"All right, I'll be there." My dick was already bursting from my shorts for her, I had no choice in the matter.
*** *** *** Sadie had told me to come anytime, so around 4:00 I headed over there. I didn't want Hank to be under the impression that I came rushing right over.
Truth was, I'd spent half an hour in front of the mirror, smoothing gel into my sun streaked blond hair, trying to get it just right. I even put on expensive cologne and an unwrinkled T-shirt.
Sadie, who seemed to be wearing less and less every time I saw her, answered the door. She wore a skimpy pink and white striped bikini top and short pink terrycloth shorts. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and she smelled of suntan lotion.
"Yay, you made it," she said, throwing her arms around me. She led me by the hand inside and down to the basement where we were supposed to watch movies.
