A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed

ONE

“Whoa! Whoa! You need some help with that?” The man says as he grabs ahold of the metal bar loaded down with weights above the young man’s head and helps him place it up in the rack. “You should not be lifting alone, brother.”

The man on the weight bench sighs and gets his breathe as he pulls himself up into a seated position and looks the slightly bearded man in the face.

“There was no one else around.” The man says. Still gasping for his breathe. “I thought I could handle it.”

“You have to be careful. You do not want you to hurt yourself. Now do you?” The bearded man says.

The seated man rises from his position on the bench and gradually stands. “Guess not.”

“Of course, not.” The bearded man says as he extends his hand to the standing man. “I’m Buddy.”

“Brad. I am Brad.” The now once seated man says.

“Nice to meetya.” Buddy says. “Mind if I work out with ya?”

“If’n you want.” Brad says.

“Of course, I want to. We have to look out for one another.” Buddy says. “But lets take some of this here weight off. Just a bit. It should work you but not hurt you.”

Buddy removes a ten-pound weight on either side of the weight bar.

“Mind if I give it a try?”

“Go right ahead.” Brad motions with his hand to his new bearded acquaintance.

Buddy does the weights in a set of ten. It is manageable for him. But he knew it would be.

“Your turn, brother.”

Brad gets under the weights and lifts it. It is still a strain, but he has a spotter now. But he wants to act like he can do it. He racks the weights and sits up after his set. He lets out an exaggerated sigh. Glad that he has finished. He is not sure he can do this. This assignment.

“Been a member here long?” Buddy asks. Running his calloused fingers through his day’s growth of stubble. As Brad stands and makes way for Buddy to do his turn.

“Joined about two weeks ago. I reckon. But this is the first chance I’ve had to come in.”

“What do you do? If I might ask?” Buddy says.

“Part-time college student and working as a paralegal in my daddy’s law firm.” Brad says. “And you, sir?”

“I am almost retired.”

“Almost retired? What do you mean?” Brad says with a puzzled expression on his face.

“I am a few years away from retirement. Or I tell myself that. But I work for the road department. I am a heavy equipment operator. But I have plans. Yes, I do. I have plans.” Buddy says.

“Are you one of those guys out there on the road in one of those yellow neon vests?”

“Guilty.” Buddy says. “But I am a supervisor.”

“You run the equipment too.”

“When I hafta.” Buddy says. “And dang near here lately I am on it more than I want to be. Getting to old for it.”

Buddy laughs after his last words.

“You don’t look that old to me, sir.” Brad says. Giving the man a thorough looking over.

“Well, that’s good to hear from a young buck like yourself. But on some days, I feel like I am gonna break.”

“My dad says that too. Granpa too.”

Buddy lays himself down in position on the bench to do another set. He reaches up and grabs the bar. Grips up. Lifts it over his head. And begins.

One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Eight-Nine-Ten-Eleven-Twelve. Barely a strain for him.

Clank. The bar makes a sharp metallic sound as the two metals clash against each other.

“That was more than ten, sir.” Brad says.

“Let’s just say I felt spry.” Buddy says. “Your turn, Brad.”

They change positions and Brad struggles with the weights, again.

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” Buddy says as he places his two hands underneath the bar above Brad’s head. He does not touch the weight but is there to grab it were Brad to lose control of it.

Brad can see up inside the man’s shorts. A white cotton-mesh jockstrap hugs the man’s cock and balls. It is a dark forest of growth on the inside of Buddy’s shorts.

Clank. Clank.

“Good going, brother.” Buddy says. “Good.”

“Thank you, sir.”

But Brad does not want the man to move. He liked what he saw up in the man’s shorts. His cock twitched when he was looking up.

“That is what a spotter is for.” Buddy says.

“Well, I’d better go. Gotta be at the firm in about two hours for work.” Brad says as he lifts himself up and stands by the weight bench. “Thank you, sir.”

“Sure thing. I need to get a move on myself.” Buddy says.

Instinctively, the new friends walk towards the same destination. The men’s locker-room.

Once inside the men’s locker room. Brad is on one side of the locker room and Buddy is on the other. But they are directly across from each other.

Brad pulls his shirt over his head. There is little to no muscle definition on his 21-year-old body. He has never been the one to work out. He wanted to but he never got around to it. School kept him busy and his dad had high expectations for him. But he finally felt it was time. Decided it was time. Being the New Year and all. Brad turns and looks across the room. He sees the man he just met taking off his shirt.

Buddy has a well-defined chest. It was visible as they lifted weights. The shirt hugged the man like it was his second skin. And he is hairy too. Not just with the slight beard on his face. Not like his dad and grandpa who are both clean-shaven. The man looks like he trims it though. But the man is muscled all over. His legs look like they were done through mountain climbing. And sturdy like oak tree trunks.

Buddy continues to strips off his clothes. His shirt is damp from his exertions out on the gym floor. Next come his loose-fitting fleece shorts and his well-worn and used jockstrap. Buddy tosses the jock onto the bench once he wrangled it down his hairy legs. It is somewhat damp as it had crept up his ass crack as he strained and lifted.

Brad can see the man’s sweat-soaked jock from where he sits. It is one that has been worn a lot, he can tell. The elastic band is not taunt as if it were a new one. And the brand name on it is gone. All that is left is the square white thread from where it was sewed onto the wide elastic band.

Buddy had kicked off his shoes once he got to his locker.

His hand goes to his cock and balls loosening them from the nest of fur tightly grasping his wares. And he lets his right hand, his fingers creep up the length of his now freed cock. It feels good to touch himself after his workout. He lets himself harden somewhat under his fingers rough touch.

It was good to be there to provide some guidance to the kid who obviously did not know what the hell he was doing. When he saw the kid’s face turning red and the loud moans, he rushed over to aid the kid. He thinks to himself while he continues to fondle his cock and full round balls within sight of the frail looking lad.

“Better now!” Buddy says quietly under his breath.

“You talking to me, sir?” Brad asks as he takes down his shorts and underwear in one swell swoop. All Brad could do was watch as the older man shed his clothes. And now he has too.

“No.” Buddy says as he looks towards the younger man. “Son, you may need to get yourself a strap. You may pull something you gonna need if you don’t, son.”

Buddy picks up his discarded jockstrap and tosses it towards the younger Brad. It lands at Brad’s feet on the carpeted floor.

“You are gonna need one of those.” Buddy says.

“Sir?”

“If you ever wanna be able to use those things like a real man should. You may need to protect it.” Buddy continues while he rubs his growing cock in front of Brad. “You may need to get yourself a jock. Just like the one I tossed your way, son.”

“Oh!” Brad says as he looks downward at his now freed cock and then he eyes Buddy’s tossed jock on the carpet next to him.

Buddy walks over to the young man. “I once knew a fella who turned the wrong way or lifted too much weight between reps. He done up and strained himself. Paid the price for it, for a while. I’d hate for that to happen to you, son.”

Buddy picks up his jock from the floor next to Brad. And brings it to his nose and takes a whiff of himself on the material. He moves the masculine pouch from under his nose and continues to talk to Brad.

“I hadn’t thought about that.” Brad says as he watches what the man does with the jock.

“Gotta protect these treasures.” Buddy says as he fondles himself in front of Brad. He does not stop as his erection seems to have grown somewhat. He continues with his machinations in front of the lad. “A lot of fun times are ahead for you, son, if you know what I mean. You got yourself a girlfriend?”

Buddy’s cock is almost fully erect now as he stands before Brad.

“Not at the moment, sir.” Brad says.

“Well, if you don’t mind me sayin’. And I do not want to be one to speak out of turn. Mind you. But, brother, with that thing. I am sure they would be knocking down your door to get at it.”

Brad looks down at the equipment between his legs. It dangles lengthwise downward between his legs and is blanketed with a bush of heavy blonde fur around it base.

“You’d think.”

“Brother. That is some prize you got there.” Buddy says. “I am just an old man. What do I know?”

Buddy’s is roughly gripping his cock, now, without any hesitation in front of Brad. Its hardness is apparent as it points out from his groin.

“Well, I best get showered. Got things to do.” Buddy says but does not move his hands away from his now-erect cock.

Buddy turns and walks toward the open passageway between the locker room and the communal showers. It is not long before the rush of water is heard throughout the shared space where Brad is still seated on the bench.

Brad stands. He slyly puts Buddy’s jockstrap into his gym bag. His towel is draped over his shoulder, mimicking what Buddy had done before he walked into the shower room. As Brad walks into the other room, he can see Buddy is down near one of the corners of the expansive communal shower room.

“Come down here. We can jaw a bit while we get ourselves cleaned-up, brother.” Buddy says as he motions to the young man.

Brad takes the man up on his offer and finds the showerhead next to Buddy. Buddy has already turned it on as Brad walked in his direction.

“It should be warm, right shortly.”

“Thank you, sir.” Brad says.

“It’s nothing, son.” Buddy says. “Man helping man. Being friendly. Neighborly. Brotherly.”

Buddy jams hard on the combination soap and shampoo dispenser. Getting a handful of the liquid soap. He smears it atop his head, through his beard, and washes it in. And then returns to the dispenser to do the same to his underarm pit hair and groin. It is not long before he is all awash in the white soapy lather. His cock is still at its full strength between his legs. And Brad cannot help but notice it.

Brad copies his new friend, Buddy. Gathering up the soap and washing himself up just like the older man. He has only been in the locker room in high school. And never once did he take a shower along with the other boys of his age back then. He was always afraid he might get a hard-on.

“Wash up, brother.” Buddy says. “It is going to get crowded in here shortly.”

Buddy strokes his cock as he talks to Brad.

“If you are going to get yourself a nut off. You need to get a move on though. They will be in here soon. Not everyone takes kindly to a man nutting-off in the shower. I do not care though. It’s what a man does.”

“You mean, to jack-off?” Brad says.

“I do it all the time.” Buddy says. “I get myself all worked up when I do my work out. I have to pop that value, or I am going to be useless until I do.”

Brad stands back and watches Buddy. He had never seen another man jack off his cock. He did it. Too. Been doing it but he has never done it with another man. But that is what he tells everyone, anyway. And in a locker room shower at the gym.

“Whatcha waitin’ for brother?’ Buddy says. “You are hard. Go ahead and get yourself off?”

Brad is hard. As he watched Buddy stoke his cock to become almost steel-like between his legs. His cock responded in a similar manner.

“I can help you out. If you would like, son.” Buddy says.

Before he can answer. Buddy grabs hold of Brad’s swollen member. Squeezes it. And begins yanking it for his pleasure.

“Ahh!” Brad sighs. “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!”

He sighs even louder. All can be heard is the moans and groans pouring out of Brad’s mouth over the rush of the two shower sprays.

“Feels good. Uh? Doesn’t it, brother? Feels really good.”

“Yes. Sir.” Brad sighs as Buddy hand busily travels in the foamy lather up and down Brad’s cock.

“It’s a beauty, son.” Buddy says. “Your cock is a real piece of work. You really do need to put this thing to some good use. Fill a few holes with its length.”

“Ahh! Ahh!” Brad sighs as Buddy continues to roughly stroke the younger man.

“My! My! You are one fucking hard son-of-a-bitch, aren’t you?” Buddy says as he continues jacking-off the younger man.

“Buddy!” Brad moans loudly between the man’s fierce strokes on his cock.

“Yeah brother? What is it?”

“Ahhh! I am a virgin, sir.” Brad sighs as Buddy continues with his fervent stroking of Brad’s cock.

“You are fucking kidding me. Aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

“Ahhh! Ahhh! No sir. I am not.” Brad says as Buddy continues with the choking of Brad’s cock. “I am a virgin.”

Buddy squeezes the boy’s cock harder.

“Ahhh! Ahhhh!” Brad squeals as he nuts spew out their rich white cream under the shower spray as his seed hits the tile. His cream is mixing with the foamy lather.

“That’s it, boy, gimme that seed. Give it to me.” Buddy says as he milks the last drops of the boy’s rich cum from the boy’s cock. “Now it’s my turn.”

Buddy wraps his right hand and proceeds with the same tight tension on his cock. It does not take him but a few minutes before he dumps his load onto the tile to be joined with Brad’s as it is all washed away together down the drain. The man heaves and steadies himself as he comes down off his sexual high.

“I needed that.” Buddy says. “And am more than happy to help you out with yours too, son.”

Brad nods his head. “Thank you, sir.”

“Your daddy ever taught you what a man is to do, boy?” Buddy says.

“Dad is very conservative. They watch me. I am not allowed to do much.” Brad explains.

“You are missing out.” Buddy says. “Let us get finished up in here and head back out into the locker room before anyone else arrives. Me and you have gotta have ourselves a talk. It’s what I can do to help out a man in need like yourself.”

The two men finish their showers. Buddy helping the young man out along the way. And Brad lets him. Washing his back and letting Buddy’s soapy hand creep ever closer to his soap-filled ass crack. This gets a few loud sighs from the 21-year-old when Buddy’s hands venture there.

As the two walks side-by-side into the locker room. Water from their showers still dripping off them, other men who had been out on the floor begin crowding into the locker room. It is not long before there is bustling activity and dangling cocks all within Brad’s view.

Brad’s eyes dart all around to the men as they start to undress. Buddy sees how the younger man is staring at them and realizes what the issue is.

Buddy slides on his jeans. Minus any underwear. It is what he does. He watches the younger man get dressed. Dress shirt. Dress pants. And even a coat. The kid is all wrapped up in formality.

“You ready to go, son?” Buddy asks the younger man as he stands at the mirror tying his tie.

“Yes. Sir.”

“Well, let’s get ourselves out of here.” Buddy says as he gives his bulge in his jeans a good tug as he adjusts the growing erection that is there. “Come on out to my truck.”

Brad follows the older man.

“Thank you for the help today, sir.”

“It was my privilege, son.” Buddy says. “Here is my card.”

Buddy hands him a business card.

“Wait a minute. Let me write down my personal cell phone number on the back.” Buddy says. “I think you need a friend.”

Buddy gets the card back from the young paralegal and scratches his number on the back and hands it back over to the young man.

“Now you give me a call. Anytime. Night or day. Or if you plan to workout. I want to do what I can to help you out.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Its been my pleasure. I have to go now.” Buddy says as he gets into his bright yellow state-owned pick-up and drives away.

TWO

“Yes. Yes. This is Buddy.” (pause) “Oh! Hi. Brad. Yes. Yes, I remember you. How are you, brother?” (pause) “Yes, I am free. I am at my home. Out on Faucett Road. You know where it is? Can you come out? Of course, of course, you can. It is the only house on the road. You know where it is? Good. Good. Yes, it is named after my mom’s grandfather. The road, that is. It will be easy to find. See you when you get here, Brother.”

And Buddy clicks off his cell.

“It was that kid named Brad. The one I met at the gym the other day. He is coming out. You should stay. I mean, really, you should stay.” Buddy says to the person seated directly across from him at the table.

The family member across from him nods his head.

He is in a middle of a discussion about the plans for a future planned development near the family’s ancestral home in the county they have been in for over a century. The person at the table is the only one there, now, but a truck is pulling up in the yard as Buddy gets off the cell phone.

THREE

Brad can hear the banter from inside the house before he gets to the door. All deep male baritone voices. And the two pick-ups in the front yard are signs that Buddy is not alone. His yellow state truck from the other day is there too. Off to the side near an under an ancient oak.

He knocks on the door.

“Come on in! Come in!” It is Buddy’s voice; the one he recognizes from the gym from a few weeks back.

The screen door squeaks on its rusted hinges as he opens it to a hard wooden door behind it. He opens that one next. He is greeted with four men seated around a round dinner table. All are wearing ball caps of various insignias, sports teams, and the like. All clad in button-up short-sleeved shirts, of a western variety. He guesses. And all are in worn and dirty blue jeans. And he ventures to guess all are wearing boots of some kind on their feet. Western or laced up steel-toed work boots on their feet. But that is just a guess. It is all he sees of the men that are of a certain group around their mid-sized little southern town.

He is not dressed up in this way. He has just left his dad’s law office.

“There he is! There he is!” Buddy says as Brad walks into the room. “This here, is my new friend Brad. We met a few days back in the gym.”

Everyone looks over the lanky over-dressed up man. Clearly the opposite of everyone else in the room.

The men say “howdy” and so forth as they look the young man over.

“Brad. This is my stepbrother Earnest.” A man in a red and blue ‘western’ shirt says. “Howdy.” His shirt unbuttoned near down his chest and wisps of brown hair cover what Brad can see from its exposure.

“And this here is my stepson, Willie. Say hi, to the man, Willie.”

“Hi!” Willie says. He is only a few years older than Brad. The man looks familiar to Brad, but he is not sure from where he recognizes him. He is chewing on something like a cow would do with its cud.

“And this is my good friend, James.” Buddy says. “He’s also my cousin. Take a seat Brad. Give the man some room. Move over fellas.”

There is a bit of a ruckus as the men situate themselves around the table. Shifting and sliding about. The sound of the wooden legs of the chairs scratching on the worn wooden floor breaks the silence of Brad’s awkward arrival. The all get re-settled as Brad takes his seat.

“Who’s your dad, son?” Earnest asks as he peers at the young man like he is an alien who just dropped out of the bowels of deep space.

“Bradley Whitmore.” Brad says. “I am Junior.”

“The lawyer? Time to go.” Earnest says as he stands jerking fashion. His voice a sign of his irritation. “Time to go.”

Earnest bolts up like he has been hit with a hot fireplace poker.

Buddy nods his head. Not surprised by his stepbrother’s behavior.

“There is no need to go, brother.” Buddy says to his stepbrother. “Stay. Stay.”

“Son, we cannot choose our fathers but…Oh, I best keep my peace. We do not choose our fathers…No! No! I best not say anything else.” Earnest says, never completing his sentence. “It was nice to meet you. It was but I am afraid I can’t keep myself a civil tongue if I stay.”

And Earnest leaves. In a bit of a show. Storming off like a man with bitterness on his brain.

“I’d best be going too.” Willie says. “Maybe I can hitch me a ride with Uncle Earnest?”

And Willie is gone too. Up and out the door with less fanfare than his uncle.

“I am sorry if I caused them all to leave sir.” Brad says meekly.

“Well. They were show-ups at the last second, anyway. But James is still here. He was here when you called.” Buddy says. “You mentioned you had something to ask me. What is it?”

The young man is nervous. He is in unfamiliar surroundings. Around people he just met and another man he only met once before. This is unlike how life is at his staunchly restricted Conservative house in the city.

“Son. Son.” James says. “You are making me uncomfortable. Loosen that tie. Unbutton that shirt. You look like you are all bound up like you are going to a funeral. Your own, I would say.”

Brad undoes his tie. There is a white tee underneath.

“Take it off. It looks like it is choking you, boy.” James says.

Brad pulls the tie from around his neck and plops it down on the table.

“Unbutton that shirt too. Please son. Relax a little.”

And Brad does.

James’ right-hand snakes to underneath the table. And to his cock. He adjusts the hardness that is growing there. He can feel the knobby-hood of his cock as it rubs raw against the inside of his jeans. He keeps his hand there. And fingers his tender crown with his fingers through his jeans.

“Better I hope.” James asks the young man as he is now fully hard in his jeans.

“Yes, sir.” Brad says.

James’ cock twitches in his jeans. He can feel a bit of his leaking cum as it leeches forth from his cock. He rubs his fingers on his bulge.

“I can see why you want to work out.” James says. “Boy, you need yourself some muscles.”

“That’s why I wanted to see you about sir.” Brad says. “To see when you plan to go the gym next.”

“Well. I have a gym here. Outback.” Buddy says. “When I get a hankerin’ to work out while I am here. I go out there.”

“You do?” Brad says.

“He does.” James says.

“I do.” Buddy says as he looks toward his friend and cousin.

“That’s good.” Brad says.

“Would you want to work out now. It is just as good a time as any to get one in. You game, brother?” Buddy asks Brad.

“I don’t have anything to we...” Brad says. Not finishing his last word before James interjects himself into his explanation.

“You got underwear on? Right? Wear them. It is just us.” James asks.

“Yes, sir.” Brad says. “You are going to work out too?”

“Well, there you go then.” James says. “I had planned on it. That alright?”

James cock twitches in his jeans as the expelling juice continues to spill into them the more the young man talks.

“Where is this gym of yours?” Brad says.

“Down at the old metal tobacco barn. Back off a piece from the house.” Buddy says. “But it is close.”

“Oh!” Brad says. “Well, I guess so, then.”

All three men stand up. James must pat down the hard-on in his jeans. The bulge is obvious. Buddy sees it. And smiles. But Brad seems to be oblivious to the man’s erection.

“Why doncha leave that expensive white dress shirt here. Put it on the back of the chair. I would not want it to get messed up. It is expensive, right?” James says.

“Yes, sir.” Brad says sheepishly.

Brad takes the shirt off and puts it over the back of the chair. He is now wearing just a white tee, his expensive black dress slacks, and his polished shoes. Although the shine has been lost on them as the day progressed. He stills feels out of place among these two men. Which the word, roughnecks, keeps floating around in his head as he looks at the pair. Some would even call them, rednecks. They look more like brothers than cousins. Both have a light dark scruff on their faces, more than a five o’clock shadow, which Brad has but with his light blonde hair makes it too difficult to even see it.

Both are muscled. Although Buddy seems to have more than James, his cousin. But James is not lacking in musculature either. It just is not as obvious as his cousin.

“Follow me.” Buddy says. Brad falls in line behind Buddy and James behind the young man.

Brad reaches into his pants pocket and fiddles with what he has in there. Click. The sound of him turning it on he thinks all can hear. But no one seems to notice.

Good thing, James is bringing up the rear, his cock is making a massive bulge in his jeans. And there is a tell-tale wet spot on the area where his pee-hole is seeping his cream onto his jeans. His hard-on has grown to massive proportions in his jeans.

They walk through the kitchen. Out another back door with another screened door. Onto some well-kept grass and lots of blooming azalea bushes.

“My granma’s pride and joy. God rest her soul.” Buddy says as they walk among the brightly-colored blooms of the many bushes in the yard.

“They are beautiful.” Brad says.

They go on till they get to what looks like a row of aluminum buildings, but they are old square once-used tobacco barns. In the far reaches of the back yard behind a line of oak trees. If you did not know they were there you would miss them.

“And we are here.” Buddy says as he begins to pull his western shirt out of his jeans and takes it completely off. The chest that Brad had seen the other day comes into focus. He feels his cock twitch.

The barn is in a disorganized mess. Every odd thing that did not have a home has ended up in here. Near the open doors is the old set of metal weights and a makeshift weight bench. This weight set dates to Buddy’s and James’ teenage years.

Buddy sits down on one of the chairs scattered about in the barn. And nearest the weight bench. Unties his work boots just enough and yanks them off. He stands. Unsnaps his jeans and proceeds to yank them down and take them off. He is ready. There was not too much to discard. But he has finished now and is ready to begin.

“You gonna work out that way?” Brad says as he looks toward the man.

“Boy, it’s an aluminum barn in the middle of the summer in Georgia. Fuck yes! This is the way I am working out. There is no one else here but us.” Buddy says. “You can do the same.”

“What about your wife?” Brad says.

“She does not come out here. Besides, she is out of town with James’ wife. There is no one coming ‘round.” Buddy says. “I promise.”

Unbeknownst to Brad. James has stripped down to nothing too. His cock pointing out like a spear ready to be thrown from his hairy muscled thighs.

“Your turn!” James says, which causes Brad to turn around and see James’ cock pointing out from his dark bushy thighs. Both older men are naked and sporting erections to rival a caveman between their oak tree trunk-like thighs.

Brad looks back and forth between the naked and work-booted men. Perplexed.

“I thought you said you wanted to work out. This is how we do it out here, brother.” Buddy says.

Brad pulls the tee over his head. Revealing a naked chest underneath and looking hairless but he is not devoid of hair. They are just so blonde they look invisible under the natural light. He puts the tee over the chair where Buddy had put his clothes. He saw no other place to lay it, close by, but there.

“You sure do need you some muscle on you, Brad.” James says.

“That’s what I want to do sir.” Brad says to James.

Brad bends at his waist and begins to untie his black loafers and steps out of them.

“You are limber.” Buddy says. “That is a good thing. I can no longer touch my toes, any longer.”

Brad grabs his black belt and undoes it. Unsnaps the slacks and begins to pull them down. He steps out of them and lays them, with his tee, atop Buddy’s discarded clothes. And then steps back into his now dulling polished shoes. He takes one last look down at his pants making sure nothing has fallen out of his pockets. Nothing had.

“You gonna keep those on?” Buddy says as he looks at Brad in his underwear.

“Yes sir.”

“I’ve already seen you naked.” Buddy says. “It makes no never mind to me.”

It is then he feels like he is in a dilemma. Should he or shouldn’t he.

“I’ll keep them on sir.” Brad says. “If you don’t mind.”

“Okay. Go right ahead then.” Buddy says. “Let me take some of these weights off. I think it may be too much for you.””

As Buddy does this. His cock bounces about. Its hardness hitting each side of his muscled thigh; spewing dabs of his now leaking cum-juice onto the fine course dark hairs that cover him like an otter.

James does not help his cousin lessen the weights on the bench. But Brad can feel the man behind him and hear him as he strokes his cock. Brad is facing toward Buddy and the weight bench.

“Why doncha give it a try?” Buddy says as he steps away.

Once Brad gets in position on his back. Buddy is behind the bench. Placed in the spotter position like he was at the gym and James is directly in front of him, stroking his cock without a care in the world as he does it. Proud.

Brad feels his own cock start to rise in his white briefs as he attempts to lift the bar for the first time. But it is a struggle.

FOUR

Brad assumes the position on the weight bench. Above him. Looms the weight bar with the undetermined weight upon it. He trusts Buddy to know what he thinks he can lift. He trusts his new friend. But he is hesitant. Of the weight. Not of Buddy.

His memory goes back to when a man grabbed another weighed down bar as he struggled with it. But he was there then, as he is here now.

He reaches up. His hands wrap around the cool metal of the iron bar. He grips tighter and lifts it from the rack and brings it over his bare heaving chest. He catches his breathe. His right hand begins to shake. Slightly.

“You aw-right brother?” It is Buddy. His new friend.

“Yes, sir.” Brad says. “I am fine.”

And he lets the weight go to his chest and then back up again. It is a slower lift from his chest back up to his upstretched arms. But he manages it despite his leeriness.

“Way to go champ.” Buddy says after the first lift is completed.

He is concentrating hard. So, focused on his objective as he does another move like the last.

And then he repeats it for a total of 12 reps. He wanted to do more than 10. He wanted to show Buddy he could.

He looks up. Through the haze of the dark manly pubes and Buddy’s cock looming large within his eyesight into the slightly bearded face of Buddy. The man is smiling. Pleased.

“That’s it[PR1] brother.” Buddy says. “You did good. Bud.”

Brad can see that the man’s cock is dripping some of its liquid ball-juice downward as he peers upward to the man’s pleased face. He can feel his own cock begin to stiffen in his Fruit-of-the-Looms. But he does not want to touch it. He hopes Buddy sees it. He wants him too.

Brad sits up. A smile on his face. And a gnawing yearning in his briefs.

“You go next, James.” Buddy says.

Brad moves from his spot on the bench and lets James assume it. He lifts the weights in quick progression for a total of 15 times and stands. His cock still prominent and apparent from his hairy thighs but he is no longer touching himself. He is thrusting out his groin as he is quite proud of his prowess.

When James lifted the weight. He lifted his legs up. Brad could see the hairs snaking through the man presented ass. But the man. These two men are covered in hair. You could tell both are related.

“Your turn, cousin.” James says.

Buddy gets into the same spot where the other two have been and matches the reps by his cousin. He does the weight easily. He knew he would. This is about Brad. And helping the young man. And his cock. And like his cousins, Buddy’s cock is hard. And nestled within a heavy nest of dark fur encircling it.

Brad noticed the man had as much hair in his ass as his cousin.

“You turn brother.” Buddy says as he turns to Brad.

Brad assumes the position back on the makeshift weight bench.

He lays back on the bench. The bulge in his underwear is quite apparent to him and the two men who are intently watching him.

“Brother, let me get these things off you.” Buddy says as he grabs either side of Brad’s tented underwear. “They seem to be holding back that prize I told you about when we were at the gym.”

Brad lifts his hips off the bench as Buddy slides the Fruit-of-the-Loom white cotton briefs off him. As his cock is freed from its cotton constraint, it bounces against the light hairs of his treasure trail and soft tender flesh of his stomach. It sounds loud to Brad as his hard cock-muscle ricochets. But the loud sound is only in his head.

Buddy leans in and takes the glowing red crown of Brad’s cock into his mouth and gives it a gentle suck. He does not go all the way down the length of Brad’s steel-like cock. He just teases the head of the younger man’s cock.

“Better?” Buddy asks with a gentle tone. As he licks his lips for Brad to see how delicious he is.

“Yes, sir.”

Brad is flushed. His cock is rising like a serpent from a yellow straw basket readying itself to strike. Buddy assumes the spotter position behind the bench and admires the younger man as he peers downward.

Brad grabs the bar and does one lift. He can feel the cream steadily leaking from his cock as he lifts the bar over his head repeatedly. Each rep brings forth more of his juice from the deep recesses of his balls.

“That’s good champ.” Buddy says. “Your cock likes it too. It is weeping tears of cum every time you lift that heavy bar and weights up over your head.”

Brad smiles.

“I know sir.” Brad says as he pauses briefly with the bar up above his head.

“That’s one nice cock you got there sonny-boy.” James says. “But cousin said you did have a nice one.”

“He did?”

“Oh yeah, boy. He did.” James said. “He most certainly did.”

Brad continues. Doing rep after rep before placing the weighed bar back onto the rack until his 12 are completed.

James moves in closer to the boy on the bench, preparing to do his set but also to be near the boy.

“Can I get a swig of that tool of yours?” James asks.

Brad looks to Buddy who has moved next to his cousin.

“Let him get himself a taste, Brother.” Buddy says. “Let my cousin taste that honey-milk.”

Brad can feel the muscles in his cock pulse as Buddy talks to him.

“Oh-okay.” Brad says compliantly.

James creeps forward like a man with his sights on a prize. He swallows Brad’s cock down to its fur-covered blonde base.

“Uh!” Brad sighs. “Uh!”

“Cousin has a good mouth on him. Doncha think?” Buddy says.

“Uh! Huh! Yes sir.” Brad says between the sighs boiling up within him.

Brad stands. His cock slipping from the mouth of James as he straddles the weight bench.

“James wants you to fuck him, Brad.” Buddy says. “While I fuck you. Are you game for it, brother?”

“Yes, sir.” Brad mumbles. “I am.”

Buddy leans in and kisses Brad across his lips. Their cocks between their leg’s dual for the space as they fight for the much-needed room. Brad can feel the man’s chest hairs rake across his smooth chest. They send sensations all throughout his lean frame. While at the same time, Brad can feel the rough whiskers of James’ tongue diving between his ass-crack.

“Cousin likes to break in hot virgin men like you.” Buddy says. “I hope that is okay?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do sir.” Brad says. “Just as long as I can get that cock of yours shoved up far into my ass.”

“That’s what I thought.” Buddy says. “Cousin James does have a right nice ass. I have been told.”

James looks at the young man taking his face from between the young man’s cheeks. His light beard covered in the saliva from his endeavors.

“I do. Been fucked by the likes of many of a young man just like yourself.” James says. “But I am especially looking forward to having that cock of yours in my ass.”

“Why doncha poke that pecker of yours in my cousin’s sweet ass, right now.” Buddy says. “I want to see you bust your virgin cherry in him. But first let me get you wet.”

Buddy takes Brad into his mouth, using his saliva to ready Brad’s cock for James’ hole. Buddy’s only does a few traverses over the boy’s hard cock before he pulls his mouth off the boy’s now glistening cock.

“You are ready now, brother.” Buddy says.

“Yes, sir.” Brad says compliantly.

James moves around and straddles the weight bench. Each of his tree trunk-like legs on either side of the padded metal bench while he leans forward on the now racked weights. His muscular arms draped like a sacrificial virgin. And his hairy-lined ass ready for Brad.

“It is a nice ass, isn’t it, little brother?” Buddy says as he guides Brad into position behind his stooped over cousin. This is the first time Buddy has referred to Brad as ‘little brother.’ “That cock of yours is going to love going into his ass. Ain’t it. I am sure.” Buddy cajoles.

Brad nods his head to the man who is his guide into the ass presented before him.

“I can’t wait.” James says.

Brad nods his head.

“Why doncha you sink your tongue in there first. Get a whiff of a man ready to be taken by that mighty big cock of yours.” Buddy says.

Brad leans in to whips out his tongue. Letting it smother the hairy hole with his saliva.

“The boy knows how to use that tongue of his, Cousin.” James says as he sighs with delight at Brad’s unexpected prowess is shown with his tongue.” Ah! Ah! Ram it in! That’s it! Ram it right there! Ah!”

“The boy is a natural.” Buddy says as he watches his new friend go to town on his cousin’s now moistening hole. “That’s right.”

Buddy watches for a bit as Brad lets his tongue travel through his cousin dense furry ass, poking into the man’s hole with the limberness of a precision instrument. James continuously sighs and moans and groans as he is plunged with the boy’s tongue.

The whole time Brad performed his deed on James’ hole Buddy was busily stroking his cock in rhythm with the boy’s tongue.

“I think he is ready, Brad.” Buddy says. “I want to see you prod his hole with that long cock of yours.”

Brad stands. The dew of his many tongue plunges is on his face. Buddy leans to kiss away the sweet dew from his new friend’s face.

“I knew helping you out at the gym would be a good thing.” Buddy says once he releases the young man from his passionate lip lock.

“Me too.” Brad says. “I want to fuck his ass!”

“Spoken like a real man.” Buddy says. “I knew you were all along.”

“I am sir.” Brad says.

“No doubt in my mind, brother. That cock is more than proof that you are.” Buddy says. “We just have to make sure you use it to tame some of these wild holes.”

“Like mine, cousin.” James says.

“It’s a good start.” Buddy says. “But I know more.”

And Buddy does. From the moment he noticed the young man seemed to liven up when he was surrounded by cocks. He knew he could use him.

Brad places his throbbing hard cock at the entrance to James’ hole.

“Don’t be gentle, Brad.” James says. “I want you to abuse me with that cock of yours, boy.”

“I intent to sir.” Brad says.

“Good boy.” Buddy says. “Good boy.”

FIVE

Brad looks down at his cock as he readies it to plunge into the man’s hole. This what he likes the contrast of his light blonde fur against the dark backdrop of another man’s dense dark hairs of his ass. It makes him harder. This is what he looks forward to. The christening of a new hole with his cock. It is especially nice they believe him to be a virgin. It makes him especially pleased they believe a virgin is going to be broken in with their hole.

“I am ready sir.” Brad says as sheepishly as he can muster in his voice.

“I can see that son. You are leaking even more than you have been.” Buddy says as he places his powerful right hand on Brad’s tender round ass. “That’s it.”

Brad inches closer to James’ waiting hole.

“Its good you are leaking like you are son. Gonna need that extra juice since we do not have any lube out here at the barn. But we ran out a day or so ago.” Buddy says. “Someone else used it break in another ass.”

“That was you, cousin.” James says. “But you did not share that one with me.”

“Be quiet James. That was a new man on my job.” Buddy says. “That kid wanted me to fuck him. So, I did.”

“I want you to fuck me too, sir.” Brad says.

“I will but first we got to break that cock of yours in. Pop your cherry on my cousin James here.”

Brad inches further. Rubbing his leaking tool along the hairy opening of James’ ass. The liquids of his leftover spit and his spilling cream mingle as he smears the two together in James’ ass.

“OH!” James says suddenly.

“He hasn’t stuck it in you yet, cousin.” Buddy says.

“But I can feel him.” James says.

“He’s just teasin’ you is all.”

Brad slithers pass the fine hairs of the older man’s ass. And goes further.

“He is tight sir.” Brad says. “Real tight. It sure does feel good.”

“He’s supposed to be.” Buddy says.

“Ah! Ah!” James sighs. “Don’t stop!”

Brad goes deeper. And deeper. And as he does. James’ ass swallows up Brad’s cock.

“Ah! Ah! You are so big, stud!” James says.

“You did it, son. You’ve parted that man’s hole.” Buddy says as his fingers creep ever closer to Brad’s hole. “Now fuck him! Fuck his ass!”

Brad eases out but does not dislodge his hard cock from the man’s tightly squeezing hole. He rams in and out. In and out.

“That’s it! That’s it!” Buddy cheers the young man on. “Show my cousin what a 21-year-olds ten-inch cock can do to a man’s hole.”

“Yes sir!” Brad mumbles barely able to get the two words out of his mouth. The man’s ass is one of the tightest he has ever fucked.

The swishy wet sounds of the fucking are all that is heard as Brad rams his cock in and out of the older man’s hole.

“Doncha cum yet, boy.” Buddy orders. “I want to cum in you the same time you cum in my cousin.”

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” James repeats as Brad’s jams his cock in him like an out-of-control jackhammer.

“You are doing good.” Buddy compliments. “I am going to stand behind you now.”

Buddy aligns himself with Brad’s hole. He has been waiting on this since he fiddled with the boy’s hole in the gym shower. Buddy lubes his cock up with more of his spit and his leaking juice too.

“I am getting really close boy. Are you ready?” Buddy signals.

“I am ready sir.” Brad says. And he is. He continues ramming his cock into James’ hole, but he is anticipating the entry of Buddy’s cock into him. He knows he will slow down a bit once all three are joined together as one.

“Ah!” Brad sighs at the touch of Buddy’s cock is at the entrance to his hole.

“I am getting ready, son.” Buddy says. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” Brad says.

SIX

He has been waiting on this since the time in the gym shower with Buddy. Brad breathes in. A brand-new cock going into ass is always welcome. Plus, it is extra good that he is fucking this man’s cousin at the same time. But that is just gravy.

The man’s cock is thicker than his but not nowhere near as long. But he does like those girthy knobby cocks. He can take them. He breathes in again as Buddy’s cock nudges closer into his hole. He stops. Allowing Buddy to shove his cock in.

“That’s it boy. Take me!” Buddy says.

Brad begins to rock back into his rhythm as he rams his cock into James’ hole while Buddy fills his.

“That’s it boy! Fuck yourself while you fuck my dear ole cousin.” Buddy says.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” James sighs.

“You aw-right cousin?” Buddy says as Brad controls the fucking. He is the only one moving as he ricochets between the two men. “The boy knows what he is doing.”

“I’m…I’m…I’m a fast learner sir.” Brad says.

“I see that.” Buddy says. “And your ass is especially nice. It wrapped around my cock like it was made for it.”

“It’s been wanting your cock since we were at the gym.” Brad says.

“I thought so.” Buddy says.

“FUCK ME SIR!” Brad says.

This is all Buddy needed. An okay as he goes maniacal in the boy’s hole which rams the boy’s hard tool further into James’ hole.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Buddy screams as he shreds the sweet boy’s hole. “You feel good, you mother-fucker! You feel damn good…mother fucking good!”

The howls of the three men fucking frolic fills the cold steel-metal barn.

Buddy is plowing like a madman into Brad’s soft tender and sweet ass.

And the 21-year-old Brad is ramming his young cock into the mature man bent over the weight bar. It is a free-for-all between the three men.

But Buddy and James have been in these situations many of times before. Here. And elsewhere. Wherever they could arrange them. This is just their latest endeavor. And Brad just another notch on their separate bedposts. But the moment Buddy saw the helpless Brad in the gym weight room he was determined to interject himself into the boy’s life and work his way toward the eventual outcome that is materializing now out in the converted metal tobacco barn.

And his cousin is along for the ride is just butter on the bread.

SEVEN

Brad can feel the veiny tentacles of Buddy’s cock as it delves deeper into his splayed hole. Each thrust. Each impact of the man’s cock gets closer and closer to his tender spot. But he wants the man to devour his hole. Ravage it.

“HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!” Brad screams. “FUCK ME HARDER!”

Buddy is fucking the boy as hard as he can. He is drenched in the sweat of his exertions.

“You heard the boy, Cousin!” James says. “Fuck him harder!”

James hole is filled. Crammed full of the wispy lad but his cock is a powerhouse. The boy has fucked before he knows what he is doing.

Buddy needs a break. The boy is wearing him out. He is the not spry twenty-something that Brad is.

“We need to change positions.” Buddy says. Knowing it will buy him a few moments to gather some strength and give his cock a little respite. The boy knows how to squeeze his young ass muscles together just enough to get him more excited.

Buddy pulls out of the well-lubed hole of the well-worn Brad.

“Ahh!” Buddy sighs when his cock burst through the hairy cusp of the young man’s hole.

Brad yanks his cock from the older man than he is pounding in rhythm with Buddy. He is not gentle. Brad does not make a sound when his cock leaves the man’s hairy veil. But James does.

“You feel damn good, boy.” James says. “You have fucked before, haven’t you?”

Brad does not answer. His cock waving about slinging off the excess juices of their triad.

“Boy! You get on your back on the bench and lifts those chicken legs. High. As high up as you can get’em.” Buddy says.

Brad does as he is instructed.

“That is a right pretty hole you have.” Buddy says. “But I am not the first man to be in it. Am I?”

Brad does not answer.

“It makes no never-mind though. I am in it. Now.” Buddy says.

“What about me?” James says.

“You ride the kid’s monster.” Buddy says. “You know what to do.”

Brad’s hole is framed with a delicate ring of blonde hairs. Like a corn field it need of a plowing.

James straddles the boy’s still monstrous cock as it projects itself forth from his blonde nest of the lightly-hued dense pubes. As he lowers himself onto the kid’s monster, James’ cock reacts to his plunge. And aims high towards the corrugated steel ceiling of the tobacco barn.

“Boy! Boy! That cock feels wonderful.” James says as he maneuvers down upon Brad’s up-raised member.

All Brad can see is the man’s erect cock in his face and his dark fur wrapped around the man’s cock. But that is the price he must pay as he awaits for Buddy’s cock.

“OH! OH! OH!” Brad sighs as he feels Buddy’s cock slide, once again, into his well-lubed hole.

“Can you feel me boy?” Buddy says. “I know I can feel you. Keep squeezing my cock like you have. Yeah. That’s it. That’s it. I want you to milk me of all my seed.”

“Yes sir!” Brad sighs as he feels Buddy’s cock start its plunge into his hole. But all he can see is the whipping of James’ cock in his view. The man is slinging his juices with each downward plunge of his ass onto Brad’s cock.

Buddy is bellowing out.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

Brad hoped the man would last longer. But apparently, he is nearing eruption. But Brad knows he must slow the man down.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” Brad says half-heartedly while he proceeds to amp up his thrusting into James’ hole.

Brad begins to pound his steel-like cock into James’ hole. Ramming the man. Harder and harder. His actions pull him away from Buddy’s cock. Brad goes ballistic into the man seated above him.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” James bellows out in an ecstasy- fueled fury.

Brad is anointed with James’ cum-juice. A string of the man’s essence hits Brad on his cheek. James’ begins to rise from Brad’s still inflated cock.

“Get the fuck off me.” Brad says under his breathe. Barely audible except to him.

“What?” James says as the mumbled words of the younger man.

Brad looks into the eyes of Buddy once James has moved aside.

“FUCK ME!” Brad says with a deepness in his voice and with power behind it. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Buddy hears the younger man’s demand and proceeds to deliver on that order.

Brad can feel the veiny rivers along Buddy’s cock. The more he thrust the more blood finds itself in these veins. Buddy’s cock has swelled to even greater proportions.

“Give me your cum!” Brad orders.

Buddy is overtaken with an almost unearthly possession as his body is rocked with sheer pleasure. The feeling comes from the very depths of who he is.

He does not announce the surge that is passing through him. There is no need. Brad can see Buddy’s eyes roll back to the whites. He knows what that means. Brad can also feel his interior being painted down with the man’s thick cum as he explodes deep within him. Buddy’s dam of man-cream has burst and filled Brad’s deep dark cavern.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good, sir.” Brad says.

Buddy is huffing and puffing after his cock has released its bounty within the splayed boy. He pulls out. Cum still seeping from his piss-slit.

“Now its your turn bud.” Buddy says as he leans down and takes Brad’s towering cock into his mouth. It does not take but a few swipes of Buddy’s tongue before Brad’s offering is given up to Buddy’s mouth. The man swallows it all.

“Now get over here and clean me up, little brother.” Buddy says to Brad.

Brad goes to his knees and swallows Buddy’s dangling cock. He takes the man’s majestic piece into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Brad garbles as he feels a sharpness at his ass.

“I just did not want you to forget about me.” It is James. He has poked Brad’s ass with his rapidly deflating cock.

“Take your cock out of the boy, Cousin.” Buddy says. “We want him to come back soon and you don’t need to be taken liberties where you are not wanted.”

James pulls his cock out of Brad’s well-worn and gratefully used hole.

“I best get a-going, sir.” Brad says. “I have stuff I need to do.”

“There is no need to rush off, brother.” Buddy says. “We can get that workout in now. Now that we got that fuck out of the way.”

“Maybe another time, sir.” Brad says.

“Well. You are always welcome here. Anytime. Anytime.” Buddy says.

Brad reaches over for his pants and feels to see if it is there. It is. He can feel the shape of it still in his pants pockets. Brad slides on his pants. Minus his underwear. And yanks the tee shirt over his head. He slides his sockless feet into his shoes.

“Thank you, sir, for a mighty fine time.” Brad says to Buddy, ignoring the man’s cousin.

“It was my pleasure. You remember what I said. You are welcome here anytime.”

“Yes, sir.” Brad says.

As Brad walks out of the metallic tobacco barn, he can hear James mumbling.

“And what am I? A pile of shit.” James says.

But Brad keeps on walking. He reaches into his pocket and clicks off the device he had placed there before he walked into Buddy’s house.

EIGHT

He reaches in between the space of the front seat and the adjacent passenger seat. This is where he hid it. His fingers find it and pulls it from its safe place. The soft cotton material molds itself in the warmth of his fingers. He likes the softness but what it is used for is why he has it. Why he took it. Buddy’s jockstrap.

Brad brings the well-worn and used jockstrap to his nose and takes a long whiff of its musky aroma. He can smell Buddy’s sweaty cock in the soft mesh of the jock’s cup. His odor brings an erection once again to its full attention in his pants. Brad had absconded with Buddy’s jockstrap when they were getting dressed in the locker room before they walked out together. Brad pats his erection down before he hits the name he is looking for on his cell. And touches it.

“I got it Pop.” Brad says as he talks into the cell phone up to his mouth while he checks on what has just transpired that was caught on the small voice recorder. It recorded it all. The groans and moans and the voices which are easily discernable between the three men.

“Good going, my son.” Bradley Whitmore Sr. says to his son on the other end of the phone. “You let him do the Good Samaritan thing? Didn’t you. A friend in need is a friend indeed, that bullshit? “

“Yes sir.” Brad says.

“Thanks for taking one for the team. We will get their land now for our development deal. Thanks to you. We have something scandalous on them now. Something the good church-folk will not like about their head deacon. Make a copy of what you have and put it in the file in my office safe. And put the original where only you know where it is. Only you.” Bradley Sr. continues.

“Yes, Pop.” Brad says. “Not a problem. Glad to do it. Glad to do my part for the firm.”

“You will go far in the firm. Such sacrifice will be rewarded handsomely by me. I told you I would not just give you anything. I told you it had to be earned. And you have.” Bradley Sr. says. “Take yourself a few days off. Have some fun. Rest yourself, we may need your services again.”

“I will Pop. I will say it was worth it, sir.” Brad says as he feels his asshole quiver from having a muscle memory of his time on the farm with Buddy. “I would gladly do it again, Pop.”

“I will remember that.” Bradley Sr. says. “See you at home in a few days. No rush though. Have some fun.”

“Yes, sir. Bye, Pop.”

“Bye. Son.”

Brad starts his car. Now he can go see his boyfriend over on the coast. He needs to be fucked just like Buddy just did. There goes that quiver again. It ripples through him from his well-worn ass to all parts of him. He cannot wait to get over to Sea Island.

Off to the side and deep in the shadows of the trees, there stands Willie. Buddy’s stepson. His hand is on the prominent bulge in his dirty Wranglers. He has seen and heard it all as it transpired.

THE END for now…