The moon was high and bright overhead, illuminating the endless acres of crops in every direction. The four guys laid on bales of hay outside a barn in the middle of Western Iowa. The temperatures in early June were already hitting the mid 80s during the day, lining up the Summer to be a scorching one on Wyatt’s family farm.
Tonight was their annual Summer kickoff. A time for the older full-time farm hands to welcome back the high schoolers to the farm for summer work. This year was special because it marked the milestone of Wyatt and Cole graduating from high school. They’d been best friends since birth, growing up first playing in the Wyatt’s family cornfields, and now working them alongside other, older guys and full-time staff. They returned to labor out in the fields from June to August every year to assist and earn an extra buck in the high season.
For Ty and Joe, who’d essentially been co-leading the operation for Wyatt’s family for years, welcoming the two eighteen year olds back for the Summer just meant more work. Trying to find them things they wouldn’t fuck up was harder than just covering what little work the two younger guys could handle. It also meant babysitting Wyatt, who’d severely missed out on inheriting his family’s worth ethic.
They passed around beers as crickets chirped in the humid, dusty cornfield surrounding them. Each of them saw a very different dream and life in store when they looked up at the Midwest nighttime sky.
"I can't believe you're leaving home, kid,” Joe said, taking a swig, “everything you need is right here.”
Cole laughed. "I don't know, man. All I know here are you hicks and endless flat land. I want to live somewhere where I can’t see endlessly into the distance in every direction”
“There’s nothing out there to see.” Wyatt took a solemn sip. “It’s a bunch of preppy, educated, shitheads and rich kids living off daddy’s money...”
“Well then I’ll learn some things in school and come right on back,” Cole grinned.
“Wyatt you’re describing yourself…minus the preppy and educated part?” He’d always envied Wyatt’s luck, being born into a family that was about as wealthy as they came in this part of Iowa.
“He’s got an education right here," Ty said, gesturing at the fields lit up by the midnight sky free of light pollution. "Best education there is. Hard work and open land to live your life. A tough working life won’t break your heart.” He held up a can to the sky, a salute to his beloved community.
The two older guys regularly teased Cole for being “sensitive” and focused on college in the Fall. Despite being a little stick of a pale kid who struggled with the manual labor, Cole worked hard and gave everything he had to be productive. He was small but had a naturally handsome face that made girls regularly fawn over his ‘adorable’ looks. Cole looked up to Ty despite their different paths forward, both having grown up in lower-middle class families.
"Yeah we'll see how you feel after a few years around some yuppies, getting treated like shit…” Wyatt said, slurring his frustrated words. “Bunch of fucking hippies out there I bet,” he snorted and sucked in his spit before launching it onto the ground.
Cole’s best friend, Wyatt, had been coddled growing up and now that it was his turn to take on more responsibility on the family farm, he was far more focused on setting off pranks around town. Wyatt was skinny like Cole but didn’t get lucky with the same naturally attractive facial features, a fact that he took hard to heart when he was chasing girls around with his best friend. Wyatt was tan and, while he tried to hide it, he spent far more time on his appearance than the others. Inside, he was petrified of the loneliness that might follow losing his best friend to college in the Fall.
“I’m happy for ya kid," Ty said. “You got big dreams. A good job will be here for ya if you hate it out there.”
Cole smiled at Ty and rolled his eyes towards his best friend, “you’re fucking dramatic Wyatt. There's more to life than corn fields and dicking around. You’re gonna get bored of doing the same shit every weekend forever, I’m tellin ya. I'm trying to figure out what else there is to fill that time.”
"Well figure it the fuck out quick cause you're leaving me back here alone," Wyatt said. The tone in his voice was vulnerable, albeit brash.
"Uh oh, Wyatt is gonna miss his little buddy," Ty teased, “what are you gonna do without your boyfriend Wyatt?!”
Cole looked over to him, but Wyatt was staring down at his bottle, clearly embarrassed at seeming ‘sensitive’ and ‘weak’.
Ty was twenty-four and had worked his way up to being the day to day lead on operations. He had messy blonde hair, a wide, rounded All American tan face, and had dropped out of high school the day he turned eighteen to work at the farm full time. His mantra was play hard but work harder. He’d regularly put in 12 hour days before heading straight out for beers, still sweaty and grimy but ready to enjoy life. Those beers had taken a toll on what was undoubtedly a strong and muscular body, but one that had built up some cute plumpness around his waist and a doughier backside over the years.
The guys knew him for his classic overalls that hung low and loose on his large, All American frame. They were his attempt to maintain a decent presentation without having to actually commit to wearing a full shirt. Ty kept up the appearance of a conservative midwestern guy, but in actuality was probably the most open-minded of them all, really only judging another person’s worth based solely on their work ethic.
"Shut the fuck up or I’ll get you fired,” Wyatt said with a hint of a smile on his face. Wyatt always teased Ty with this threat even though they both knew that his dad probably valued Ty more than his own son.
They passed more cans around and sat in silence, listening to the bugs of the night and the ruffle of the stalks.
“Speaking of boyfriends, what’s the deal with that girl Joe?” Cole asked, always interested in hearing about the older guys’ experiences.
“The Lord wouldn’t want me to kiss and tell…” Joe winked at the younger guy.
Joe was Ty’s right hand, twenty-two and less of a leader but somehow even more hardworking. A loyal friend, Joe was the most conservative amongst them, an introvert whose priorities went work, girls, community and God, in that order. Despite that identity, he usually just used his religion as an excuse in his jokes or stories, and was still a loose cannon of an early twenties rural fuck boy.
Joe liked Cole despite being polar opposites in their interests, but held some disdain for Wyatt’s privileged upbringing being the lazy son of the biggest farming family in town. Joe was a little taller than the other guys at just over six feet but was pretty pale and slim from working long hours and being from a poorer family. He was always a little unkempt too, with a light, messy facial hair situation present most of the time.
“That means he fucked her…” Ty said, chuckling, “she’s a looker!”
“What about you kid?” Joe nodded his can towards Cole.
Cole sighed. "I just don't know if I'm ready for all that yet. I just want to get out of this damn place first.”
"Well you better get ready quick. Life’s short!” Ty laughed.
Cole turned bright red and looked like he was going to protest with one of his usual long-winded explanations, but instead just looked at the ground and nodded.
“What do you really want to get out of going away, anyway? Just seems like a waste of time and money…” Ty said.
“Don’t you guys ever feel strange that we all grew up the exact same way? We’re all the same, it’s not the real world,” Cole responded, twiddling his thumbs.
“It’s our real world. Look at this view, this is all you need. It’s easier.” Wyatt answered his best friend.
“Trust me, we ain’t all the same. Wyatt has more money in his piggy bank at home than my family’s had in three generations!” Ty flashed a grin, teasing the younger son of his employer.
Joe shrugged. “I like knowing what I know. If I think about someone on the other side of the world dealing with shit, it would just stress me out. And what can I do really? My family has enough shit to figure out here. Shit’s hard…”
While all four of them approached life in vastly different ways, there was a mutual understanding amongst them that they were all inherently good. Some of who they were was a direct result of their upbringing and respective wealth, other parts the luck of the genetic draw.
Cole pursed his lips, nodding and trying not to over respond, “I just need to find it all out for myself. I can’t stay and wonder ‘what if’...”
Ty stood up and clapped his hands together. "Well, enough of this sappy shit," he said loudly, “Cole’ll come running back to us in no time! Uncle Joe and Tyler know best!”
Wyatt stared at Cole, trying to read him, wondering if he had even the slightest of doubts or regret about leaving their friendship behind. While Wyatt certainly had dozens of ‘friendships’ throughout town because of his family name, he wasn’t good at taking things seriously and struggled to feel close to anyone besides Cole growing up. Cole was the only one who’d seen one of his sappy or drunken tantrums over all kinds of stupid shit, and he’d become somewhat of a crutch for his sanity as they went through puberty together.
“Live a little this Summer. Put in your sixty hours, crack open a cold one, and find some pussy!” Joe dared to go a little bolder with his words, now with a few drinks in him.
“He doesn’t need your advice on picking up chicks, shrimp dick!” Wyatt hopped off the bail of hay and stood up, knowing Joe would come after him. As expected, Joe laughed and popped up, shirtless with a backwards hat on, and dashed after Wyatt, who was wearing a ratty old cutoff tee and a ball cap. Joe chased a wiggly and quick Wyatt, while Cole and Ty laid back laughing their assess off. Eventually Joe caught up to the skinny, tan eighteen year old, tackling him to the ground and play-wrestling him in the dirt.
“AHH!! Help!!” Wyatt laughed, slapping off Joe’s hands as both guys giggled and grappled on the ground, interlocking their arms as their hands glided over the other’s slick, sweaty skin.
Cole took in the sight, knowing there was a small chance that he wasn’t appreciating the simplicity of these moments enough when he dreamt of ‘bigger things’.
Joe climbed back up off the ground and gave Wyatt a playful nudge with his foot to the groin, just enough to make the younger guy curl up and wince, “don’t fuck with me, ya little bitch!” Joe laughed and cupped his package, “I ain’t no shrimp dick!”
Wyatt slowly made his way to his feet, “Prove it then!”
“Nah, I’m not giving your gay ass the pleasure!” Joe teased, turning to sit back down.
Wyatt’s face burned crimson at the jibe. He spat on the ground and grimaced a stern frown, “I bet you I’m bigger…” The young, skinny privileged punk quickly undid his belt and threw it to the side before unzipping his jeans and pulling them down just enough for a long, slender cut dick to flop out amongst a light dusting of black pubes coating his balls and groin. Ty and Joe’s eyes went wide at seeing the six plus inches of soft, thin dick that curled downward, looking even bigger against Wyatt’s tiny, slim frame.
Having seen him naked dozens of times at sleepovers and at the lake, Cole knew Wyatt was packing soft but also knew from conversations with his best friend that he only grew about another inch hard, something the older guys were unaware of and unlikely to find out.
“Shit kid, what do you feed that thing? Is that half your body weight?” Ty laughed, throwing back another swig from his can.
Wyatt took his penis in his hand and swung it in a circle, glaring at Joe, daring him on, “still think you’re bigger?”
Ty laughed at the exchange and hopped off the bail of hay he’d been lounging back on.
“Cmon Joe, don’t let this little fucker best ya. I’ll play along!” Ty, the oldest among them, threw his can on the ground and unhooked both sides of his overalls, pulling them down over his strong but soft stomach that was surprisingly smooth other than a furl of blonde hair below his belly button.
Cole turned his head to get a better look and realized that Ty had nothing on under his overalls at all. He could see the happy trail continue downward into a huge mess of a dirty blonde forest above a soft penis that Ty just barely let hang out.
“Not ashamed to say you got me beat kid! They do say the skinny guys are packing!” Ty smiled, cupping his average package that looked a little smaller than it was because of his thicker frame and burly pubes.
With Ty now standing shirtless, holding his package above his lowered overalls, and Wyatt swinging his slim, long dick out of his jeans, Joe shook his head and laughed.
“Man this is gay as hell, I’m outta here boys. I’ll see y’all Monday, have fun playing with your dicks!” Joe walked off towards his truck leaving Ty with the two younger guys.
“You gonna leave us hanging Cole?” Ty teased, “let me see what ya got!”
Cole glanced between his best friend and the guy he’d looked up to for years, before nodding and grinning deviously.
“Fine, fine!” Cole stood and lowered his own overalls down, revealing a butter smooth, pale, and skinny stomach. Unlike Ty, he wore plaid boxers that were far too big for his body. He hooked his fingers into the boxers along with the overalls and pulled them down and over his penis.
“Ow ow!” Ty cat called, as he got a glimpse of the sensitive eighteen year old’s dick. It was probably about the same size as Ty’s, average all around, but with a little less groin hair than Ty’s forest, which made it stick out a little more. It was clear to Ty that Wyatt had them both beat by quite a bit.
Wyatt wiggled back towards the other two under the dim moonlight, feeling the breeze against the tip of his dick. It was enough for a horny teenager to feel a jolt run through his veins. He felt himself hardening.
Wyatt ever so subtly started stroking his shaft, looking between Ty and Cole with a mischievous glint, knowing he was being naughty.
"What the fuck Wyatt?" Cole asked, taken aback by his friend's boldness. "You can't just start jacking it in front of us dude!” Despite seeing his best friend naked plenty of times in casual settings, he’d never actually seen him hard.
Ty let out a rough laugh. "You’re a loose cannon kid!”
"Shut up Cole," Wyatt retorted, his cheeks going flush with both embarrassment and excitement over performing for them, “I’m just having some fun out here, look at this place!”
He used his other hand to beckon their view around the lit up field, the stars bright overhead.
“Wyatt, cmon!” Cole scrunched his nose at his best friend but also couldn’t take his eyes off his longtime friend’s seven and half slim inches (19cm) poking out and drooling, Wyatt’s pre-cum glistening off the moon light.
"Don’t be a wuss," Wyatt said, his hand still slowly stroking lazily. "Why don't y'all join me? We could even make a competition out of who can finish quickest. How bout the loser drinks the two winners’ loads out of a cup?"
Ty raised an eyebrow. He knew Wyatt was a wild card, but this was more ballsy than usual. Still, he never backed down from a challenge.
"Game on," Ty said with a grin, as he started to rub his soft penis, “my spunk’s gonna be nice and gross for you after work today little man!”
Cole bit his lip, clearly hesitant. "Guys what the fuck. I don't know..."
"Cmon Cole!" Wyatt whined. He knew he was verging on being a little too pushy. Ty tilted his head slightly, analyzing Wyatt’s face.
“If Ty finishes first, I’ll let you win Cole, how about that?” Wyatt pressed on, determined and daring regardless of Ty’s increasing skepticism of his motives.
"Ugh this is so gay," Cole muttered, but he reached down and grasped his dick, giving it a tentative stroke, trying to turn himself on.
Wyatt’s eyes followed the movement, taking in the sight of Cole's pale soft dick slowly emerging and lengthening out from its nest of light curls. Wyatt bit his lip taking in the sight, telling himself that the ‘wrongness’ of it all was like a match to the burning flame in his groin.
Ty quickly reached his full six, slightly thick, inches, pre-cum dribbling out of the tip, smearing over his fingers and into the forest of blondish brown pubes around his lower body.
Wyatt glanced back and forth between his best friend’s pale slim body and up to his adorable, handsome, soft face. Cole stared back at him, meeting his eyes and causing a rush of electricity to course through him. Wyatt let out a low moan that he couldn’t quite stifle before it was out.
Ty let out a chuckle hearing Wyatt’s pleasure become audible. Wyatt sped up pumping his seven and half inches. It hung out to the right, appearing heavier than it actually was, almost misshapen looking because of how skinny his frame was and how it struggled to hold up the meaty organ.
“Mmmhhh, ahhh…” Wyatt let his moans grow in volume.
"Fuck you're a shower Wyatt. That thing went from huge to just big!” Ty remarked, nodding at his friend's dick!”
Wyatt smirked and pumped harder. Feeling a deep heat grow in his groin, he looked back to Cole and felt his mouth water as his best friend shook his head at him and wiggled his hard dick in his direction.
The playfulness sent him over the top. Wyatt let out a grunt and stood to grab a red plastic cup. He held it about a foot down below his hanging cock and groaned as he shot his cum down into it, his hips jerking forward as he struggled to land as much of it as he could into the plastic vessel.
"Damn man that’s a lot, that’s disgusting…” Ty said, wrinkling his nose. "Cole man I’m getting close here so I think you’re gonna be slurping down your best bud’s kids here soon!”
Wyatt took deep breaths and struggled to collect his emotions, feeling spent from a strong orgasm and an immediate ping of guilt and confusion.
Cole's face was scrunched up in concentration, his brow furrowed and lower lip caught between his teeth. He was stroking himself faster now, his breaths coming in short pants as he tried as hard as he could to finish before Ty.
Wyatt looked to Ty who was clearly leaking liberally now. He walked towards Cole and offered a hand to his friend to help. Cole looked up at him, confused, as Wyatt reached down and wrapped his hand around Cole's dick. Cole let out a yelp of surprise, his eyes shooting wide open.
"What the hell, Wyatt, what the fuck are you doing!!” he yelped without pulling away. "I’m not gay!"
"Relax you idiot," Wyatt said, starting to pump Cole's shaft with his fist. "I'm just helping you out. So you don’t lose and have to drink my spunk. You’re fucking welcome, prick.”
“I’ll win anyway…” Ty ignored them and focused on his competitive side, beating his meat and trying to overcome the many drinks he’d had.
Cole's face turned red, his breaths coming hard and fast as he settled back and found himself in heaven at having another person touch his penis for the first time. He gulped and tried to tell himself it was just from the physical touch, but the rush of adrenaline he felt seeing Wyatt’s own hand touching his privates was hypotonic.
Wyatt was caught between being embarrassed with himself and literally drooling at finally feeling Cole’s hard cock. He knew he’d been dreaming about it for years but always tried to bury the shameful thought. It somehow still felt so soft and welcoming in his hand, even rock hard. He collected some of Cole’s juices from the tip and worked them into the head of his penis, eliciting a soft moan from his best friend.
Cole was getting close. His best friend could tell by the way his mouth started to wiggle around, the muscles in his jaw involuntary contracting as pleasure soared through every inch of his body.
“Are you getting close?” Wyatt kept his voice to a whisper, not wanting Ty to have even more ammo to hold this over his head later on. “What feels good?”
“Yeah…uhh…everything…” Cole responded, clearly uncomfortable but also feeling incredible.
"Do it…" Wyatt said, his voice low and goading. "Cum Cole. I’ll aim it for you.” He felt a sense of power over his friend, talking so openly about controlling his most precious body part.
"Aghh…fuck you Wyatt..." Cole groaned, as his hips started to beckon forward into Wyatt's pumping hand. Wyatt laughed and positioned the cup in front of Cole's cock.
"Cole come on," he said, his voice purring. "Let it out, it’s fine."
Cole let out a strangled cry, his back arching as his orgasm hit him. His cock jerked in Wyatt's grip, spilling loosely into the cup and adding to the mess of Wyatt's load.
Cole's cum was surprisingly thick for how innocent and small he was, quickly overwhelming Wyatt’s much smaller load in the cup. The difference was likely the result of Wyatt’s constant masturbatory horniness.
Cole panted, looking down at his best friend still holding his penis. He looked up to Wyatt’s eyes, confused and worried. Wyatt stared back at him, subconsciously desperate not to let go of Cole’s naked organ. He shook his head to snap himself out of the moment, and turned towards Ty who had stopped pumping his whiskey dick and already pulled his overalls back up.
Wyatt looked down at the heavy cup in his hand, the bitter smell of manliness wafting off of it. He handed the cup to Ty with a smirk, as Cole stared at the sky and pulled his boxers and overalls back up.
"Drink up, boss…" Wyatt said, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight.
Ty eyed the cup of jizz with revulsion, “you sure you wanna do this? I’m gonna make sure you get the worst shift every single day next week.”
“Don’t be a bitch. You lost.” Wyatt grinned.
“Because you jerked off your friend…” Ty countered, sending a clear message of holding that over his head in the future.
“Cheers Ty…” Wyatt ignored him and handed the cup over.
Ty took a deep breath and tipped the cup to his lips without sniffing. The thickness of the substance stuck to the inside and took forever to dribble out into his mouth.
Ty choked and wretched, struggling not to throw up and grimacing at the pungent taste. It was hot and sticky on his tongue, coating his cheeks, teeth, and throat as he tried to quickly gulp it down.
He managed to get through most of it before the urge to vomit overcame him. He bent over and spit up what was left in his mouth, throwing the still half full cup on the ground.
"Fuck," he gasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Disgusting. I can't believe I let you talk me into this shit."
"How’d I taste?" Wyatt said, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Ty shot him a pissed off look, but he couldn't fully suppress the reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, admiring Wyatt’s wild side and willingness to let loose.
“If you tell Joe about this, you won’t make it through the Summer twerp!” Ty hopped up and brushed himself off, collecting spit from his throat and hawking it out onto the ground.
Cole finally caught his breath, straightening up and breathing deeply. He was blushing furiously, unable to meet either of their eyes.
"I can't believe you did that, Wyatt…what the fuck, dude!” He mumbled low enough that Ty couldn’t hear him. "My first handjob being my guy best friend...”
"Aw cmon man," Wyatt said, reaching out to punch his friend's arm. "Don't be like that! I saved you from drinking that nasty ass jizz,” he whispered.
Cole huffed and shook his head. The three guys stood still for a moment, awkward in the aftermath of what they'd just done.
“Another drink?” Wyatt proposed, cracking open a beer.
Ty and Cole exchanged a look, the younger guy shifting uncomfortably and the older one shrugging, “I gotta take a piss but yeah grab me one so I can wash down this salty shit.”
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