Haying Time

by rustyfella

17 Apr 2022 5380 readers Score 8.2 (72 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


At eighteen I moved into our small town and began life on my own.

 Being a college town, jobs were scarce.  Competition for any job was fierce .  Just out of High School with no training outside of farmwork?   I was lucky because I managed to find two part time jobs. 

I worked the morning breakfast rush, washing dishes at a popular family resturant and picked up a couple days a week late night at a big motel. This barely paid for my food, gas and my room at a rooming house.  

I began to understand my Dad's complaints about eating him out of house and home.

 At eighteen I was still hungry all of the time and meals were not included with my room. Since I couldn't cook in my room, meals had to be fast food, or non cooked things. Expensive, so I wasn't saving much money.

 My dreams of Art school were seemed far away.

 Then I fell back on odd jobs and farmwork to fill in the times between my jobs.

Farm jobs were the easiest to get. Any young able bodied men from farms were either working their butts off on the family farm or had skedaddled as fast and as far away as their money could take them. 

To the college boys, anything outside of town proper didn't seem to exist. 

In a small  farming community word of mouth got me most jobs.

 Farmer C would mention to Farmer A that he needed some help with the planting or haying and Farmer A would say he knew someone, and dig up my phone number for Farmer C, and I'd have another short time job for a couple of days.

 That's how I came to be haying for the Dante family.

I drove up on an already hot morning. As I got out of the car, eying a pair of barking collies, an older farmer came strolling out of a shed.

 My heart fell a little, because in these dry sexual days, I at least hoped the farmers would be young and halfway nice looking. Give me some scenery to look at. 

For an older guy, he wasn't so bad, just not the man of an eighteen year old's fantasies. 

We shook hands as he appraised me. I could tell what he was thinking.  Not going to get much work out of this one.

I was  tall and thin, and look like a stiff breeze might knock me over.   Hadn't grown into my height yet. 

 To give you an idea of what I looked like, picture Richie Cunningham from Happy Days, stretch him up to six foot, put a bent nose from a fist fight on his face, with dark brown eyes, and you pretty much see me. 

My hair progresses from dark red to strawberry blonde through the summer season, and at haying time it tends to be a bright brassy red.

I didn't look like I would stand up to a full day of heavy farmwork, but I have strong wiry muscles.

Plus I work smart, I use my legs to do most heavy lifting, not just my arms and back. Farmer Dante, must have decided there was more to me then he could see, because he outlined the days plan.

He'd drive the tractor and baler, while his son and I stacked bales on the wagon. My lustful heart gladdened at the mention of the son. There might be some hot scenery after all.

About that time Carmine Dante sauntered out of the barn. 

Stocky, about five ten, well muscled,mid twenties and rough good looks. He had on the usual tractor hat, this one a green Deere, from under which short black curls escaped. Dark tan skin set off a pair of merry blue eyes, as small black mustache and heavy black beard stubble did the same for a bright white smile.

 His sleeveless, untucked, plaid shirt, open halfway down, showed off muscles arms and a chest with a dark vee of hair. His dirty wrangler jeans showed off sturdy legs, ending in the usual scuffed and dirty workboots. He didn't really show much basket, but , as I well know, looks can be deceiving

. When he turned to walk away I was treated to the way his Wranglers cupped and separated his bulky, round butt, just under his shirt tail. God how I love Wrangler Jeans.

We hadn't been stacking long , in the summer heat, before Carmine pulled off his shirt. 

Yes! 

Skin, tanned brown and shiny with sweat, showed off every fine curve. He had a small vee of black hair between his pecs that became a thin black trail disappearing into his jeans. Each big brown nipple was surrounded by a sparse ring of hair. He had the beginnings of a small paunch and love handles. The white edge of his underwear was a striking contratst to his dark skin.

 As he turned away I could see a small patch of black hair at the small of his back, leaving me to imagine those big round ass mounds to be covered in it.

 So I spent the rest of the morning, watching that manbody bend, stretch and flex before me. When you can't get it, watching it is almost as good.  

Almost.

At noon, there's another benefit to working on a farm.

 Farm wives know it takes a lot of fuel to keep a farmer going. A guy could usually count on at least one good meal on a farm, and at eighteen ,I jumped at the chance. 

Another thing I've learned, most farm wives are flattered to see a man dig in. The more you eat, the happier they seem to be. It's a compliment.  I was happy to compliment their cooking with a healthy appetite.

 I could also see why Carmine's wife wasn't out helping like most farm women.   Looked to be near seven months along. Dante Senior's wife walked with a limp which explained why she wasn't out there too.

Then it was back to the field for another round of baling, stacking in the barn, and back again. 

All the while I watched Carmine out of the corner of my eye.  Loving the flex of work hardened muscle.  The shine of the sweat sliding over his body.

He suggested I take off my football jersey at one point.

 Not a good idea. My fair skin can only take so much sun before it crisps. I never get darker than a golden brown or a painful red. So my shirt stays on except for small controlled exposures.

 Self-preservation.

The Dante farm was located in one of the prettiest places I'd seen in the area. 

It took up most of a long valley hemmed in by high hills covered in tall hardwoods.  At the bottom of the valley , a swift clear trout stream burbled across rocks and clean sand.  The classic white farmhouse and red out buildings were fresh painted and made a beautiful scene.

I made a mental note to check the place out in the fall, when the colors peaked.  Maybe even paint the scene.

Later that afternoon, when we were finished,Carmine suggested we take a dip in one of the pools in the stream, to cool off and get rid of the day's accumulation of sweat and dirt.

 I told him I didn't have a suit, but readily agreed when he said no one could see this pool and we could go bareassed.

Just to  see this stud naked would make for a nice handjob fantasy later.   I wasn't going to pass the chance up.

 Dante Senior laughed and drove off. Said he'd rather take a shower.  

That suited me fine.

Carmine led me down to a copse of willows.   He was right . nothing could be seen from  the road or farm from there. It was like a small park.  Well shaded and someone took pains to keep the grass cut. A battered picnic table rested under one of the willows. 

Carmine wasted no time shucking his boots, jeans and underwear.

 I dawdled a bit so I could watch him strip.

 His back was to me ,so I first got to see his plump white ass pop into view. The little tuft of hair at his waist was a tease. Instead of the hairy ass I'd envisioned, the hair disappeared into his butt crack, his full white cheeks smooth.  He had lots of black hair on those  thick , white legs though.

 I've always found it sexy the way most farm men are totally tan from the waist up and white from the waist down. 

He let out a whoop and plunged into the pool. 

I slowly stripped down as I watched him flip over to float on his back.

I was treated to the sight of  a stubby dick poking out from a thick thatch of pube hair.   His fat balls bobbed up and down in the waves his body was making.

The sight had my own cock inflating.  God, I was so horny, just the sight of a naked man, made me,hard.

 I had to jump in, before my dick had a chance to embarrass me.

 That water seemed awful cold, but, thankfully did a good job of keeping my cock down.

We swam around awhile, with me sneaking looks at his body.  Even the cold water couldn't keep my dick completely deflated.

Especially, when Carmine swam on his front, exposing a very fine full set of ass mounds.

 Eventually, Carmine lurched out of the water and made his way to a sunny patch of grass.  He laid down.  Then he stretched, arching his back,  the bow of his body, making a very pretty picture against the green grass.

  That's when  I noticed something else happening. 

Carmine's pudgy little pecker was starting to stretch and swell. 

Oh it wasn't a great stretch, maybe five inches, but it was very exciting to see. 

Carmine caught my stare, blushed under his tan, then shrugged. " It hasn't seen action in a while, with Angie being pregnant and all. Guess he's glad to be out!" He laughed nervously.

Suddenly he flipped over to bury his boner under him. 

My viewpoint  was up his spread legs to his white mounds.

There was no stopping the rise of my cock at that point.

 I couldn't stay in the water forever, so I decided to brazen it out.

 Carmine's eyes opened wide ,as my fat seven inch, uncut ,hard dick, proceeded me out of the water. My dick is the one thing about me that isn't lean.  Nature gifted me a club for a cock.


I actually saw Carmine's tongue nip out to lick his lips. "Wow, guess I'm not the only one not seeing action." He chuckled.

 I shrugged, at eighteen spontaneous hard ons were the norm.  I could be embarrassed, but his rigid piece made me feel bold.

" That's quite a piece you've got there! I bet the chicks line up for it!" Carmine joked. 

I shrugged again.  

 At eighteen I was in limbo sexwise. My fuck buddy had skedaddled to California after highschool. I didn't care about pussy, and willing dick was nonexistant. I wasn't old enough to be in the bars even if I had the money, so sex was me and my hand.

 But I let Carmine go on fantasizing about all of the pussy I was surely getting. 

Because he'd rolled over and I could see his hand easing down by his stiffie.

 If he started stroking his dick, then he couldn't complain about me stroking mine.

 Watching this guy stroke off would be the best sex I'd had in ages.

Sure enough his hand found his dick.

 he kind of looked at me, to see if I was offended. I smiled and reached down and gave mine a stroke. "Just us guys here.  No one gonna see, if you wanta pull it, go ahead"

I sat down next to him, close enough to be almost touching.

Carmine smiled and watching me pull on mine, began working his own. After a while he scooted over closer to me. 

I could feel his leg moving against mine slightly with each pump.

 Then to my shock and delight he pushed my hand out of the way and wrapped his calloused paw around my shaft and started stroking it. I enjoyed the feeling of someone else's hand on me.  It was close to heaven.

I got brave then, and pushed his hand away from where he was pumping his own dick and took it into my hand. 

Carmine thrashed and moaned.

 " I haven't done this since Angie let me start fucking her! Used to jack off with a buddy down here regular like. But, withA ngie being preggos and all I can't even get a hand job form her anymore.  She's just not interested in sex.  It feels so good to have someone else touch  me for a change!"

I wasn't about to argue.

 Just wanted to enjoy the feel of his calloused hand pumping my needy dick. 

We fell silent, except for an occasioanl gasp or moan as our pumping hands brought each other closer to the edge. 

Carmine started bucking into my hand, his plump white ass raising and smacking down on the grass.

 I dared to shift my free hand under him to feel his ass slap onto it. Risking his anger over having a man touch his butt.

 What can I say, at even at eighteen I had a thing for man ass!

 Carmine didn't seem to notice and if he did he didn't seem to  care. 

All to soon for me,  Carmine's whole body stiffened, arched and his dick shot spurt after spurt of cum high in the air!

 It really must have been awhile, judging from the amount of spunk he unloaded.

My fingers under his ass, actually slipped into his sweaty crack, almost into his man hole.

That was enough to send my own spunk arching into the air and landing on our bodies.

We lay there panting for awhile.

 Then Carmine seemed to realize where my hand was and rolled away from me. 

I felt a sense of loss as my hand lost contact with his ass.

. He had a strange look on his face and opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, then gave me a sheepish smile instead. 

" Thanks, Rusty, I needed that!"

 I shrugged it off , '"Looks like I needed it just as bad!"

He opened his mouth again, then closed it. Whatever was on his mind went unsaid.

We went back to the farmhouse where Angie asked me to stay for supper. Dante Senior was happy with my work and asked me back the next day. 

I looked to Carmine to see if it bothered him, he just nodded and said they could use the help.

 There was a glint in his eye as he walked me to my car. 

"I like the way you help, Rusty."

There was a pause.

 " Don't feel the  need to bring a suit tomorrow either!"