Desires of the Innocent

Hayden went through the next couple of days jumpy and freaked out that Bradley might boldly drive up to his home to lure him to the barn. He had moments where he was freaked out to the point, he could see Bradley doing it in front of his parents, telling them he wanted to be spanked, to be flogged, then fucked up the ass.

But then reality settled in, and he knew he was being ridiculous. He stood on the porch that evening, the sky dimmed to where all color was flushed to hues of grey and watched the headlights of Charlie’s truck going down Bradley’s drive to the barn. He was curious about what they would do this time. Would it be the same as he had witnessed, or some other routine, maybe involving the stockade, or that cable, picturing Charlie hanging naked from it. He turned to head back in, knowing he wasn’t curious enough to sneak over and find out.

The fast-food joint wasn’t busy for it was late for lunch, nearly two thirty, but Hayden had gotten a late start on the yard, having to change the oil in the mower and sharpen its blades. It was nearly one thirty when he was finally putting away the trimmer and the mower. He ordered a burger with large fries and drink, then stood at the section of counter for picking up an order. As he waited, he saw a white 4Runner pull into the parking lot and knew it was Eli. He looked to the other side of the restaurant for the 4Runner to pull around, but before it could do so, his order was set out. He took a seat at the front window so he could watch the local traffic pass. He laid out a napkin and dumped his fries on it. He was squeezing out ketchup when Eli came into the dining room. He looked at the lean body revealed by a tight-fitting shirt with the sleeves ripped off. The shirt hung long concealing the ass, but he pictured Eli from that night in the barn, naked, taking Bradley’s cock. Contrastingly, Eli now looked so normal, like any other country boy of the area, even to the ball cap pulled low with a tightly curved bill. Hayden felt attracted to him, both from seeing him fucking with Bradley and standing at the register ordering a meal.

He began to eat while glancing over to watch Eli. The move to the pickup area, then coming toward him, tray in hand. When it was obvious Eli was coming toward him, he turned to greet him.

“Hey, Eli, how’s it going?”

“Good. Can I…” Eli nodded toward the opposite chair.

“Yeah, sure, sit, sit.”

Eli sat down and started on his meal. “We really shouldn’t be eating this shit, you know?”

“I know, but I worked late on the yard and was starving, and this is quick.”

“I got tied up helping dad repair one of the tractors.”

“Your family’s farm, how big is it?”

“We have four hundred acres around us, then another five just to the north, and over in Madison County, we have another seven hundred acres.”

“Wow, that’s good around here.”

“Yeah, but it is a pain in the ass moving field to field.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Where do you have fields.”

“The acreage around the house, then over in Willow Springs and up in Laurel Hill.”

“Laurel Hill, that is pretty far for moving equipment.”

“Eli, can I ask…how did you met Bradley?”

Eli laughed, shaking his head. “You don’t know?”

“No?”

“I was messing around with Charlie when Bradley came into the picture. It seems Bradley read Charlie the first time he saw him.”

“Charlie really surprises me…and Logan too.”

Eli leaned close, lowering his voice. “The bondage thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Does it frighten you, or…do you think you might like it?”

Hayden looked at Eli, at first scared to answer, but he knew there was no reason to keep secrets from Eli, not about being gay and sex desires. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I saw what Bradley did with Charlie and Logan and now I wonder about it. But you, you don’t do that with Bradley.”

“I did at first, but it didn’t really excite me. I think about it, consider different roles and arrangements, but I see myself in Bradley’s role, the one dominant.”

“Really, but…”

“If I think of being dominant, why do I bottom for Bradley?”

“Yes?!”

“That is one role, the dominance thing, but the sex with Bradley is another role. I like sex, top or bottom, and even if I were to ever play the role of master over another, I would still consider sex with them in either role.”

“But…”

“But nothing, Hayden. Who says there is a hard fast rule on this. Why can’t I do what pleases me if the other person enjoys it too? What about you? Will you ever submit to Bradley?”

“I think about it, but…some of the stuff Charlie and Logan did I’m not sure I could do.”

“Then don’t.”

“And I don’t think I want Bradley thinking I belong to him; that I’m his slave or whatever.”

“But you want to experience it to see how you feel about it?”

Hayden nods. “I think about it when you are there, of going over when it is just Bradley and you.”

“I’m going tonight. It’ll be later than normal, about nine or so, but Hayden, come over and stop running from what you want.”

 

After dinner, Hayden lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling telling himself he would not go to Bradley’s place. He wouldn’t do it. Laying on one side, then his back, then his other side, he shifted around trying to settle down. But he couldn’t stop thinking of it and he knew that when it began to get dark, he would watch out for Eli.

He rolled to his back again and touched himself wondering what Bradley would ask him to do. What would Eli do and how would things play out with him there. He considered what he had seen before and what he wanted to do. He pictured Logan in the stockade, getting fucked, and it aroused him. Cock stirring as he pictured how Logan sucked Bradley then took his cock in the ass, bucking within the stockage. Then he imagined being in the stockade, submitting to Bradley…submitting to Eli too.

He showered, then pulled out the worn jeans and the frayed t-shirt and dressed. He looked in the mirror and tried to see himself as Eli or Bradley would see him. The t-shirt was stretched and frayed until it hung loose around his torso. The jeans fit snug, cupping his cock and sac and without underwear were plainly outlined in the worn denim. Turning he saw how the jeans followed the contour of his ass. He felt he was too skinny but admitted to himself he did look a bit mischievous and maybe even a little sexy.

He eased down the stair, out the back door, and stood on the porch watching for Eli to drive up to that barn. He paced back and forth, then sat down. It seemed such a long time before he finally saw Eli. He felt excited, and scared, wondering if he would really go over. He stepped off the porch and went to his car. His parents would assume he was going to one of his friends and wouldn’t realize he was only going next door.

He pulled next to Eli’s 4Runner and sat for a few long seconds. By now Eli and Bradley would be inside, probably getting out of their clothes already. He climbed out of his car and went to the barn door. A deep breath and a quick hand through his hair, he entered.

The light was on in the shop area while the rest of the barn was dark. He started for the ladder, then realized the foolishness of it. He stepped down into the central bay and made his way down to the door to the back room. Light spilled out from underneath it, a thin band that illuminated the floor and guided him through the darkness. He heard voices, muffled by the wall, and once again wondered if he should turn around and leave. It wasn’t too late, no one knew he was there. But he reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it.

“Hey Hayden, you came,” said Eli as the light fell on him with the opening of the door.

“Yeah…I made it,” Hayden replied, knowing they had to hear the nervousness in his voice. He stepped into the room and stopped, unsure how to approach the guys. They were shirtless, hands on the other’s chest, but still wearing their jeans. Both had their jeans low on their waist revealing the boxers underneath, white for Bradley and red for Eli.

Bradley turned toward him, openly sized him up, smiling wickedly. “Will you do what I say?”

“No…I…huh, don’t want to do what Charlie does. I don’t want that.”

“We’ll do what you want,” said Eli stepping up next to Bradley.

Bradley smirked at Eli then looked at Hayden nodding his head. “Relax Hayden, I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want to do. But I do want you to be honest and tell me what you really want.”

“Come on Hayden, what would you like to do?” asked Eli.

Hayden considered what was asked. It made him anxious, wondering if he could go through with it. Bradley had scared him, but with Eli there, it changed the dynamics of the situation. He was anxious, feeling the temptation to flee. To just turn and run. He thought of Logan in the stockade, secured in place, unable to flee from the barn even if he wanted to do so. Maybe that is what he needed. The inability to flee. To be held in place, submitting to Bradley and Eli. He knew it was what he wanted. He had waited impatiently all afternoon for Eli to arrive at the barn. He had dressed for it, then rushed over to be here before Eli and Bradley could really get started. He looked at the stockade, what it represented, this inability to let some lingering fear override his desire to be here.

“I think I want to try that,” Hayden replied, pointing past the two guys toward the stockade.

Bradley smiled and Eli looked at the stockage then at Hayden with a surprised expression. Hayden watched the two guys, their initial response, then the shared look. When they came toward him and he found himself holding his breath.

“Relax Hayden, this is about everyone finding pleasure,” Eli whispered as Bradley circled around Hayden coming up to his back while he moved up close staring into his eyes.

Hayden stares back, looking into Eli’s eyes. He focuses on him as he feels Bradley up against his back, hands moving around his torso, up his chest until fingers rake along his neck. Another hand rubs downward, over his stomach until groping his crotch. A squeeze, then a manipulation of his cock until it begins to respond.

“Hayden; are you sure about the stockade?” asked Eli in a soft whisper.

Is he sure? Hayden isn’t sure of anything but how his cock is responding to Bradley’s manipulation. He isn’t sure he should even be in the barn. But he’s sure if he is to stay, to fully submit to Bradley and Eli, he needs to be bound in some manner. He looks over Eli’s shoulders at the stockage with a fleeting image of Logan getting fucked while secured in it, then he looks back at Eli.

“Yes.”

Bradley moves his hand up from squeezing Hayden’s cock through the jeans to the top of the waistband. Hayden sucks in, a deep breath, as the hand moves down against his skin. Fingers rake through his pubic hair then touch him. The stroke of a finger, then the feel of them sliding along the elongating shaft until toying with the head. He moans and shudders with the touch of a man.

There is a kiss to the back of his neck, then around to the right ear. A wet tongue and hot exhales tease it and Hayden angles his head to give Bradley more room while keeping his eyes locked on Eli. He sees Eli reach out caressing his jaw, rubbing a finger over his lips, then moving down and taking the neck of the t-shirt.

The sound of fabric ripping as Eli jerks quickly against the t-shirt. It rips halfway down the front. Another tug, this time with both hands, jerking the two sides further apart until the shirt is split down the front. Eli pushes it back over the shoulders as he moves to kiss him.

Hayden submits to Eli, parts his lips as he feels the t-shirt slide down his arms until at his wrists where it tightens, knots up around them binding his arms behind him. Eli rubs his chest and stomach as Bradley tugs at the front of his jeans with one hand, the other holding the bound wrists.

“We want you stripped,” Bradley whispers as Eli continues to kiss him.

The jeans loosen around his waist, then slide down until around his ankles. He is pulled forward, forcing him to step out of them and he feels his nakedness. The full exposure through his skin. The touch of hands, of lips, of Bradley’s bare chest against his back. He feels a hand take his cock and stroke it increasing his arousal. He feels the soft denim fabric of Eli’s jeans against the head of his cock and of Bradley’s jeans tight against his ass.

His nakedness increases his arousal. He no longer thinks of running, of questioning why he is in the barn. He only thinks of his submission to Eli and Bradley, of the feel of their bodies against  his skin.

Eli steps back and Hayden finds himself being pushed forward, heading toward the stockade.

“I think you know how this works,” Bradley utters with a chuckle.

Hayden steps up on the platform then goes to his knees as Eli opens the stockade. He leans forward, sensing how he’ll feel off-balance, having no sense of control of his body. He lays his neck across the center curved cut, then each wrist across the outer two, and the top half is lowered in place. Looking to his right, he sees Bradley make a show of padlocking the two halves together.

“Eli,” Bradley utters, and Hayden sees Eli come to stand in front of him. He looks at the bare torso then down at the crotch with a familiar shape extending to the left. Eli stands still letting him look up at him, neck down to the bare feet. A warm liquid is poured on his back, then hands rub it over his skin. He feels how it slickens his skin, allowing the hands to move easily over him. Eli loosens his jeans, spreads them open until public hair is visible, then the base of his cock. He works them down, then off each leg, as Bradley rubs the oil down Hayden’s back, over his ass, and down each thigh. Eli strokes his cock to full hardness as a hand rubs up the left thigh, cups, then tugs on his sac, then strokes his hard cock until it too is slick. Eli moves to him, rubbing cock across his face, then puts the head against his lips.

“Take me,” Eli utters.

Hayden parts his lips and cock slides through them. It slides over his tongue and pushes to the back of his mouth. At the same time, Bradley pours more oil at the top of his ass, letting it run heavily between his cheeks. He tries to move his head, to work his mouth on Eli’s cock, but Eli holds his head still and slowly fucks his mouth as fingers begin to toy with his ass. A rub over his tight opening, then a slow penetration by one finger. It pumps through his tightness and twists and turns, loosening him to its breach of his hole. Then two fingers enter him, then three, stretching him open, preparing him for cock. His own cock flexes between his thighs.

Hayden is breathing hard and senses every manipulation of his body. The cock fucking his mouth, the hands holding his head, the fingers working his ass. It makes him shiver and feel his sex like never before. He moans around Eli’s cock and tries to push back on those fingers wanting them to sink deeper into his hole. He bucks in the stockade, not to get away, but to try to increase his pleasure. A flash of Logan bucking in it, and he now knows why.

The fingers slip out of his hole leaving him feeling empty. But then something bigger, thicker, presses against it. He knows it is Bradley’s cock. He can picture it, how it fucked Charlie, Logan, Eli, and now, pressing against his loosened hole, him. He moans as his hole stretches to take Bradley, the thick cock breaching his opening and slowly sinking into his depths. Bradley soon lays on his back, bare skin against bare skin, as cock is pushed deeper. There is a slow fucking motion, the push inward, a tug out, the another push inward, going deeper and deeper until he feels Bradley’s hips against his ass.

“Fuck, he has all of me,” Bradley exclaims.

“That’s it, take us, take both of us,” Eli utters as he pumps his hips faster, fucking Hayden’s mouth.

Hayden closed his eyes increasing his sense of being penetrated. Cock moving in his mouth, sliding over his tongue and into his throat. Cock in his hole, the fullness of it so arousing his own cock continues to flex between his thighs. Bradley is no longer on his back, instead he feels hands hold his waist with a tight firm grip, then the cock moving in his hole. A tug outward, then a push inward, over and over, slowly at first, but the pace increasing. The fuck becomes so physical, skin smacking against skin, fingers digging into his sides, and all the while, another cock fucking his mouth.

“Cum in his mouth…come on, Eli…come,” Bradley uttered, breathlessly, as he thrust into Hayden’s depths.

Eli began to fuck faster, then shuddered and jerked. He pushed into Hayden’s mouth, then pulled back until the head lay on the tongue.

Hayden felt the cock swell thicker, shudder on his tongue, then blast the back of his throat with cum. Cum continued to erupt from Eli’s cock, thick wads filling his mouth until he had to swallow once, twice, three times. The taste of cum lingered as Eli pushed into his mouth with his still flexing cock.

“Switch places with me,” said Bradley.

Suddenly Hayden felt empty. Both cocks taken from him. He rattled the stockade trying to see one of the guys, both now behind him.

“He’s loose so fuck the shit out of him,” said Bradley, suddenly coming into Hayden’s field of vision.

Thick long cock stuck straight out, ram rod straight. The head was flared wide and soon against Hayden’s lips.

“Suck my cock,” Bradley uttered as he pushed it between Hayden’s lips.

Hayden tried to control his breathing as the cock slid over his tongue and to the back of this throat. It cut off his airway, and he struggled within the stockade for air. Then cock was entering his ass, the penetration then the long slide into his hole. Soon Eli was pressed against his ass with hands holding tight to his waist. Bradley was toying with his own nipples as he fucked cock into Hayden’s mouth. Bradley had a slow deliberate pace. Cock all the way to the back of the throat, then pulled back until the head was on the tip of the tongue. Over and over, Bradley fucked with this slow pace while Eli tore up his ass. Hammering into his depths until the sound of skin smacking against skin echoed in the barn. Hayden rocked with the rhythm of it, rattling the stockade and causing him to moan around the thick cock working his mouth.

“Fuck, Eli,” uttered Bradley as he reached down and held Hayden’s head while increasing his pace. “Goddamn he can take cock.”

Hayden choked and slobbered around Bradley as Eli hammered his ass. His own cock continued to flex, to swing between his thighs, so hard it ached for release.

“I can’t…I’m going…fuck,” Eli uttered.

Hayden felt Eli sink all the way into his depths, shuddering and jerking against his ass. He knew what it meant as Eli’s grip tightened on his waist.

“FUCK!” Eli exclaimed.

Hayden felt Eli suddenly jamming hips against his ass trying to push deeper into this hole. Then he felt cum trickling down one thigh as Eli suddenly slowed, then slow fucked him.

Bradley pulled out of his mouth and stroked his cock right in his face. He saw the cock swell thicker, flex in Bradley’s tight grip, then force him to close his eyes as wad after wad painted his face.

Then the two guys were behind him somewhere, speaking too low for him to understand. He was still breathing hard as cum dripped from his chin and trickled down his ass and thigh. He could smell it, taste it, Eli and Bradley’s cum. Then he tried to calm himself, lessen his own arousal. But hands touched his back, moved slickly over it. One hand slipped between ass cheeks until fingering his wet hole. Another moved around his torso, rubbed his chest, raking over hard nipples, then down until touching him. Finally touching him, fingers toying with the head, raking down the shaft, then combing through the pubic hair. The hand finally took him, slowly stroking from sensitive head and down the full length of his erection.

“Please; let me get off. Please,” Hayden begged as the hand toyed with him.

“The fucker is so ready to pop,” said Bradley.

“Yeah…finish him off,” whispered Eli.

Hayden felt the hand move faster, stroke him for release. He bucked in the stockade, tried to work his hips, but his position was too confining, off balance. Bent over with arms and neck held in place, he could only hold still waiting for sweet merciful release. The hand moved steadily increasing his arousal. He felt his cock flex thick and hard in it’s tight grip, then he jerked within the stockade rattling it hard, and came.

 

Bradley lay on the bed, slowly toying with his cock. Hayden watched him as he rocked in rhythm with Eli’s fuck. Eli thrusting into his depths, over and over, while leaned over his back.

“The fucker can come three or four times,” said Bradley as way of explanation for why he was taking a break while Eli began to fuck again.

Hayden closed his eyes as Eli hammered his hole. Hands moved around his torso, one rubbing over his chest, the other taking his cock and stroking it. Hayden felt how the hand moved slickly over his cock. He didn’t know if it was oil or his first load that lubricated it and he didn’t care as Eli brought him back to full erection. He tried to move in the stockade. Tried to work his hips. He desperately wanted to push back on Eli’s cock, to push back until he had every goddamn inch of it. He wanted to push forward to thrust his own through Eli’s fist. But the stockade held him in place, testing him, frustrating him to the point it increased his arousal.

Eli moved on his back. Body undulating against him, every move mirroring the feel of the cock moving inside his hole. The fullness of it pushing into his depths over and over.

“Fuck; fuck me, fuck me harder,” Hayden begged as he rattled the stockade then moaned as Eli began to hammer his ass, the sound of it echoing in the barn. A loud staccato that seemed to move the very air. Sweat trickled down his face and his body felt feverish as Eli banged against his ass and stroked his cock.

Then he was coming, shuddering with every ejaculation. He cried out, then grunted as he sprayed the platform beneath him. Eli had buried cock into his depths and was jamming hips against his ass as he came, then he realized Eli was coming too.

 

The stockade was empty, the platform covered in pools of cum. On the bed, Hayden smeared oil over Bradley. Unafraid to touch him, feeling confident, as he ran hands over the muscular body, down the arms and legs and around the cock, stroking it to full erection. He daringly got Bradley to roll to his stomach and rubbed the round ass cheeks until they shined in the light, then more daringly slip a hand between them, touching the tight opening.

“What are you doing?” asked Bradley.

“Touching you,” Hayden whispered.

Eli chuckled, then moved behind Hayden. He held one wrist, guiding him to touch Bradley, to work fingers over the tight opening.

“Penetrate his ass. Let him feel those fingers inside that hole,” whispered Eli.

Hayden pushed a finger through the tightness, and he felt Bradley push upward.

“Fucker,” Bradley uttered.

Hayden looked over his shoulder at Eli with an otherworldly look. He was far away, in some strange land of his own imagining. A place where men lay naked together, touching, kissing…fucking. Eli guided him to move over Bradley, took his cock and aimed it at Bradley’s hole.

“Fuck his ass,” Eli uttered.

“Yeah, farm boy, fuck my ass,” Bradley exclaimed.

Hayden felt his cock breach the tightness as Eli pushed him to sink deeper. He pushed until pressed against the ass and his cock was enveloped in the heat of Bradley’s body.

“Now fuck him. Fuck him hard,” Eli exclaimed.

Hayden tugged upward, then pushed back into Bradley, over and over and over, until the metal bed frame squeaked in protest. Until Bradley was pushing up to take him and moaning with the pleasure of their fuck. Then Eli put a hand on his ass making him stop.

“Let me,” Eli uttered while moving over Hayden.

Hayden felt Eli’s cock rub over his ass, then slip between the cheeks and press against his opening. He pushed back, tugging his own cock outward.

“Yeah…you want this cock,” Eli uttered in a breathless whisper.

“Yes,” Hayden replied as he moved between Bradley and Eli. A push down and he buried cock inside Bradley’s ass. A tug outward, and he was pushing his ass on Eli’s cock. He built up a steady pace, working his body between them, fucking Bradley…fucking himself.

Eli wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him back causing him to bury his cock inside Bradley, then Eli began to fuck. Fuck hard. Banging against his ass, working his cock with the same brutal rhythm. The sensations were too great and Hayden soon pumped his load into Bradley’s ass, shuddering and jerking with each ejaculation. Eli tightened his hold, pulled him back until his torso stretched out, then filled his hole with cum.

 

Hayden was surprised the outdoor shower had hot water and he luxuriated in its heat as the water ran over his body. Eli to his right and Bradley behind him, there were soapy hands on the body of someone else, washing away the sweat, oil, and cum. Hayden saw Eli kiss Bradley then turn to him. Lips against lips, they kissed too. Then he turned to Bradley and kissed him. They touched each other, playfully, childishly, until the hot water began to run out.

They dressed, Hayden in only his jeans, the torn t-shirt tossed in the trash.

“You need a shirt?” asked Bradley.

“No, I’m good.”

 

Fifteen minutes later, Hayden lay in his bed, naked, sated, replaying what he had done with Eli and Bradley. He knew how some of the guys in the region would view it, sex with another guy. The derogatory terms, the meaning behind them. But he didn’t think of himself that way. He had never felt more masculine. Never felt his own sex as he had that night. He rolled to his stomach and stared into the dark corner, picturing Bradley at different times during the night, none more so than when Bradley took his fuck. Then he pictured Eli, those greenish-grey eyes staring at him and the red reflection of light off his hair. He pictured how Eli looked so dark in skin tone when against his own fair white skin.

Bradley was no longer someone to be feared, instead someone who had shown him such pleasure. But it was Eli he was thinking about when he finally drifted off to sleep.

 

Two days later, Hayden was riding his bicycle. He wore a loose white tank top and cargo shorts, feeling the warm summer air move over him as he pedaled to keep up his speed. He had gone all the way to Willow Springs and was running along a stretch of road with pine in regular rows on each side. He made his way around a sweeping curve when Bradley came past him heading in the other direction. Looking around, Hayden saw Bradley brake, then turn around, driving down into the ditch and back up on the road, the Jeep easily making the maneuver. He pulled to the shoulder as Bradley pulled up next to him.

“You’re a long way from home,” said Bradley.

“It’s not that far. What are you doing?”

“I was heading home but when I saw you, I wondered if you would do something for me.”

“Do what?”

Bradley smiled, looked up the road, then in the mirror behind him.

“I always wanted to fuck a guy in the woods. You know, take him out there,” nodding toward the pine to their side, “tie him to a tree and fuck his ass. Will you do it?”

“You want to fuck around in the woods? Aren’t you afraid someone could catch us?”

“No one goes into these woods except during deer season,” Bradley replied. He reached back into the footwell in back and pulled up a coil of rope. “What do you say?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been gone for a long time already.”

“Come on. Let me fuck that ass again. You know you want to.”

Hayden looked up and down the road, then back at Bradley. He did like the idea of sex. He was hot and sweaty, and for the last few miles began to feel that itch, that desire for contact with another. His cock had begun to stir, and Bradley was right there in front of him, offering him the opportunity. He climbed off his bicycle and rolled it to the edge of the woods as he heard Bradley pull the Jeep off the road and shut down the engine.

Hayden watched Bradley climb down and head his way where he stood in the edge of the woods. He suddenly felt as mischievous as Bradley. He looked into the pine, seeing the ground was still clean from last year’s burn and they would have to go some ways in to be concealed from passing motorists. He looked over his shoulder at Bradley.

“If you want me, you’ll have to catch me,” Hayden exclaimed, then he took off running.

Hayden ran, heading straight into the stand of pine. It was silly, childish, but he laughed as he ran between two rows of pine. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Bradley was giving pursuit but obviously had taken off too late to catch him quickly.

About two hundred feet in, the grade began to descend toward Aucilla Creek. A washout area forced Hayden to cut over, swinging around a huge magnolia. He could hear Bradley behind him, footfalls growing louder and knew Bradley was gaining.

A brush against his shoulder, then the tank top was jerked back, forcing him to stop. Bradley had him in an embrace, the two of them gasping for breath.

“Gotcha,” Bradley finally uttered between breaths.

 

The tank top lay over a branch and the cargo shorts and boxers lay on the ground in a heap. Hayden was at a tree, a red oak, he believed, but it was just a fleeting question of no consequence. His main focus was the rope tying his hands together around the tree. He was slightly bent at the waist and could feel the gently breeze through the trees caress his exposed skin. His cock hung heavy, and he knew the slightest manipulation would make him hard. Then the manipulation began.

A hand on his back, rubbing along the spine.

Fingers combing through his hair, then closing in a fist and pulling his head back.

“Your mine now, asshole,” Bradley’s voice in his ear. There was a jovial tone to the threat, and Hayden knew it was meant to add to his sense of being bound.

Another hand rubbing his ass, then working the fingers down between the cheeks until touching him.

A kiss, so unexpected, on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, you know,” Bradley’s voice right behind his head.

Then another kiss on the back of the neck.

“Don’t tease me so,” his own voice, sounding almost alien to him.

Fingers penetrating him, while the other hand is on his cock.

He is hard, cock curved up between his thighs as the hand strokes it.

“Bradley,” he whispers.

Finally, the torture of the manipulation comes to the point cock is pressing against his tight hole. Insistent on its penetration. He shudders with the pain of it, how it stretches more than the fingers, and sinks into his depths.

Hot exhales on his back as the cock bores deeper and deeper until Bradley is tight against his ass.

“Fuck…do it…do it. Fuck me, Bradley, fuck me hard.”

Hands hold his waist, pulling him to ease back one more step, one that bends him further over, arms outstretched. He is off-balance. Bradley holds him in place and fucks. Fucks slow, then fast, then oh so slow. Agonizingly slow. He feels ever inch push through and tug back out as Bradley’s cock moves inside him. Then Bradley tightens his hold and fucks hard. A sudden rush of cock hammering his depths. The sound of Bradley’s hips smacking against his ass echoes through the trees, as do his cries and moans and grunts.

Then Bradley is jammed inside him all the way and shuddering with release. He feels the desperate pushes trying to get deeper inside him, then the gasping for breath as Bradley leans over his back.

“Fuck, that was good,” Bradley utters, then he slips free and steps back.

Hayden waits for release, but Bradley comes next to him and goes to his knees. He watches as Bradley shifts around and sits beneath him, running hands up his thighs, over his stomach, then finally, one hand takes his cock. He expects to be jerked off, but he watches Bradley shift closer while holding his cock up. Then he feels his cock sink into Bradley’s mouth. The slick heat of it is exquisite, a pleasure that makes him shiver. Then he sees Bradley’s head move, back and forth, as he feels the slide of lips along his cock. It doesn’t take long for he is too aroused, too ramped up, and he soon shudders and jerks with release, as his cock erupts wad after wad into the suctioning mouth.

Bradley keeps toying with his cock, tonguing the head and licking the hard shaft until he is trying to pull away.

“Bradley, stop. Please stop. I can’t take it.”

 

As the Jeep pulls away, Hayden wonders how things will progress between the three of them. His view of Bradley has been sharply altered, but not his view of Eli, the one he thinks of most often. Late at night when replaying their sex in the barn. While riding around the fields bush hogging the grass along the lanes and ditches. When standing on the porch watching Logan drive up to the barn. He thinks of their sex.

 

The next Thursday, Hayden went into town for lunch. In downtown, he pulls into a space just down from the diner. He was surprised to find it was not too busy with a table available at the front window. He eased down in the chair allowing him to face the door so he could watch people come and go. A guy took his order, then brought him a soda. While he waited, he watched the scattering of people out for the day, strolling along the sidewalk. Most seem to be going into the drugstore across the street, but some entered the hardware shop, and others went into the consignment shop.

In front of the diner, an older man got into a Buick and pulled away. As soon as the space was clear, a white 4Runner pulled into it, making Hayden sit up. He would recognize the SUV anywhere as he watched Eli climb out.

Eli waved as he stepped on up on the sidewalk, and Hayden watched him go to the front door and enter the diner. He came over and stood by the table.

“Hey, how are you?” asked Eli.

“I’m good. How about you?”

“The same.”

“Are you here for lunch?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve ordered already, but if you want, you can sit with me.”

Eli slid the other chair out and eased down into, motioning toward the waiter. “Hey Chris, I’m going to sit with Hayden.”

“Okay,” the waiter replied.

“You know him?” asked Eli.

“We went through school together. I’m surprised to see him working here. He was working with an insurance company.”

The waiter came to the table and took Eli’s order, then came back with an iced tea. When he headed back to the kitchen, Eli turned to Hayden, leaning close.

“Have you seen Bradley since your little roadside encounter?”

“I’ve not gone back over, but I’ve seen him stirring around his place.”

“I think Charlie is going over tomorrow.”

“It is really regular, isn’t it? Charlie, Logan, then you, every two or three days.”

“Yes. I’m getting tired of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“The sex with Bradley is great but I’m not doing what he wants. The more intense stuff, you know. Charlie loves that shit, and I’m glad he and Bradley have a good time, but…I don’t know.”

“You don’t like any of it?”

Eli smiled. “I didn’t say that. I like a guy submitting to me. The idea of tying up a guy and having him submit to me, that I like. I like the control over someone. What about you? You seem to really get into being in that stockade.”

“I don’t know…I mean, I do know. I like the ability to just give up control, to let myself go. To let someone…”

Hayden stammered to a stop, unsure how to admit how he liked being controlled, and not just by anyone, but by Eli. Could he ever admit to Eli how he felt drawn to him more than any other guy he has known. More so than Bradley. More so than some of the guys he crosses paths with wondering if they would ever consider sex with another guy. The sex seemed so casual, so platonic, that to consider some aspect of it in a serious manner seemed wrong. Looking at Eli across from him, he wondered why it had to feel wrong.

“Hey, Eli-“

“Hayden, you want to go out for dinner tomorrow night,” Eli cut Hayden off, talking over him.

“Huh?”

“You can say no, if you don’t want to, but I thought, maybe there was something-“

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go to dinner with you.”

 

Hayden approaches the 4Runner, the white SUV seeming to glow in the night under the streetlights. He tries to control himself, to stop grinning constantly as he walks alongside Eli. They were leaving the restaurant after having dinner and talking about their lives, and the secrets they had to keep. What it was like to live in a place lacking the tolerance of other regions. But Eli had asked if that was as true today as it had been in previous years. What if they were out and the community saw there were gay men among them. Men that were neighbors, friends, and family.

Hayden knew what Eli had spoken of. He had wondered the same thing himself. It had been Bradley that caused him to consider it, and listening to Eli, knew the same was true for him. Bradley had brought them out, pushed them to explore their sexuality, and in doing so, face who they were as a person.

Eli drove out of the parking lot of the restaurant, down the side street to Government Street, where they had to wait for a gap in traffic. Hayden was surprised by how busy Mobile was at night, having only been during the day to shop at one of the outlining malls or shopping centers. He had never been in downtown and found it an adventure, one of discovery, seeing an old southern city revitalized with new restaurants, bars, coffee shops, and other businesses. Part of him wanted to walk the sidewalks to take it all in, but another sat impatient, one knee bouncing up and down, ready to get to the hotel where Eli had booked them for the night.

The sign glowed in the night over the lower two story buildings for the hotel was just a couple of blocks ahead. It was so close, yet stuck at a traffic light, still seemed too far away. He wondered if they could walk to it faster.

A hotel room. It seemed so devious. To his parents, it was just him and friend going to Mobile to goof off for a night. But it was place they could be alone. A place not unlike Bradley’s barn. Out of sight of prying judgmental eyes.

 

The room was on the fourth floor, and Hayden stood by Eli along the back wall of the cab listening to an older couple in front of them talk about a seafood restaurant they had dined at that night. On the third floor, the couple got out and as soon as the door closed they giggled, not sure if it was about the couple’s conversation or how they were having a similar night. Dinner, then going up to a hotel room. Would the couple be tearing each other’s clothes off and having sex?

The fourth floor, and Hayden followed Eli down the corridor until at room 422. Card in the slot changing the light from red to green, and Eli opened the door and stood to one side letting him enter the room. He moved into the main area near the foot of the king size bed. Hands came around his waist, lips touched his neck, the side of his face, and when he turned his head, the lips touched the side of his own.

The hands worked the buttons free on his shirt, then slipped it from his shoulders. A hug, a caress of his stomach, chest, then back down to his jeans where the hands undid them, pushed them down along with his boxers. He kicked off his shoes and worked each foot free until standing naked. Eli hugged him and he felt the fabric of shirt and jeans between them. It made him more aware of his nudity. In the mirror, he saw it. His lean build, the nipples he thought too small and the lack of definition of his chest and stomach, then he saw the hands move down his stomach and toy with his cock. The manipulation of it, then the manipulation of his nuts, working them around in the loose sac, then a playful tug down. He moaned and pushed back against Eli. A hand took his growing cock and stroked it until it angled out hard.

“Get on the bed,” Eli uttered as he pushed Hayden toward it.

Hayden moved on the bed, crawling over the mattress on hands and knees until near the head of it. He turned and lay back and watched Eli remove his own clothes. The kicking off of shoes while undoing the buttons of his shirt. Then the jeans and boxers pushed down, and legs slipped free. Eli stood naked at the foot of the bed manipulating his growing cock.

“I didn’t think…this seems unreal,” Eli whispered, suddenly looking serious. Then he smiled as his hand stroked a cock getting hard.

“Eli,” Hayden uttered, and he held out his hands summoning him to get on the bed.

Eli moved over Hayden, kissing his way up the legs, around the hard cock, one kiss placed on its head, then continuing up the stomach and chest until kissing Hayden’s lips. Hayden felt the weight of Eli, the heat of the body and how it moved over him. The intimacy of it was so different from the casual sex in the barn. Hands touched him, cock rubbed alongside his own, as they kissed.

There were fingers penetrating his ass, lips over each nipple. A soft suction then a playful bite, making him cry out and push up against the mouth. They grew more physical, sexually driven, until Eli guided him to roll over and get up on his knees. A hand guided him to lay his head and shoulder on the bed, then it rubbed over his back and down to his ass. One hand pulled a cheek over while the other guided cock to his opening. He felt the flared head push at his tightness, and he pushed back seeking its penetration.

“Fuck,” Eli uttered.

“Yes,” Hayden whispered as he felt Eli squeeze into his hole. Slowly, gently, inch after inch, Eli sank into him until hips pressed against his ass. He moved his hands behind his back and Eli took each by the wrist. He was held in place, submissive, wanting Eli to control him and their sex. He didn’t understand it, how he wanted a man, Eli, to have this control. But it aroused him to have his hands held in place as cock began to move inside him. To move in that familiar manner, tugging outward, then pushing back in, over and over, faster and faster, until it was a fuck. Until cock piston in his hole in a steady rhythm and his own cock swinging between his thighs.

“Is this how you want it?” Eli asked.

“Yes.”

Eli fucked his ass, steadily for such a long time. He rocked with the rhythm of it. He moaned with the fullness of the penetration and grunted when Eli fucked even harder, faster, the sound of flesh smacking flesh so loud in the room. And through it all, Eli held him by the wrists, keeping him bent over.

Then Eli was crying out as he tried to jam cock deeper into Eli. Hips hammering against his ass as Eli came.

Eli fell next to Hayden, both still hard. Eli stroked Hayden’s cock, smeared its slick down the shaft and around the head making him shiver.

“Will you do it?” Hayden asked.

“Yes,” Eli replied as he climbed off the bed and went to the backpack Hayden had brought. He unzipped it and brought out a coil of nylon rope.

Hayden fully submitted to Eli. He moved as required, until hands were bound together. Then the legs were tied together at the knees, spread apart, then the rope was looped around Hayden’s neck, and around the rope between the knees, pulling them up until Hayden lay on his back folded up. His ass was spread open, fully revealed for Eli’s pleasure.

Eli looked down at Hayden, how he had him bound.

“This is so different than what Bradley does,” Eli whispered as he stroked his cock keeping it hard.

“Eli…fuck me,” Hayden whispered.

Eli moved to Hayden, put his cum smeared cock to the leaking hole and pushed. He sank his cock into him while pushing down on the thighs. He folded Hayden in half and fucked. The bed rocked with their movement, the steady shake in rhythm with their movement.

Hayden felt it, the fullness of every penetrating thrust into his depths, the hands that held his thighs, and the rope that bound him, made him submissive to Eli. His own cock drooled onto his stomach as Eli’s cock piston inside his hole.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder…harder,” Hayden uttered.

Eli fucked until his muscles burned with his exertions and sweat began to rain down on Hayden. His body glistened in the dim light, took on a glow that seem to radiate its heat. He pulled out of Hayden, rolling him to his side as he got next to him. He put his cock back to Hayden’s opening and pushed, hard, all at once, burying it inside him. He fucked with a slower, full penetrating rhythm as he held Hayden tight to his body. He kissed the side of the neck then bit the rope tugging on it as he thrust into Hayden’s depths.

Eli came again, jamming his cock all the way into Hayden then shuddering with release.

 

The bed was on a boxed platform, so there was no place to tie off the rope. Eli pulled each leg toward a corner and tied the rope to one of the feet of the casework along the wall. One at the desk, the other at the section of drawers. He kept the hands bound and pulled them behind Hayden’s head, tying them off to rope circling the neck. If Hayden pulled too hard with his hands, he would choke himself.

Hayden was hard, had stayed hard during the binding, cock hovering over his abdomen drooling its slick. Once bound, Eli moved down next to him and toyed with it. Ran a finger over the leaking slit, smeared the slick around the head making Hayden cry out. He leaned over Hayden and dragged his tongue through the pool of it on the stomach, capturing its odd sweetness. He licked his way up the cock, base to head, swirling his tongue around it. Then he slipped his lips over the head and pushed down until Hayden filled his mouth.

Eli moved on Hayden’s cock, working his mouth up and down until he felt the attempt to push upward. He released the cock and moved up and over Hayden, straddling his chest. He rubbed his own cock across Hayden’s lips, smearing them with his slick. The lips parted and he shifted forward sinking his cock into the mouth. He worked his hips, pumping it through the lips until so aroused, he had to stop.

Eli scooted back while staring into Hayden’s eyes. They were focused on him, pleading in their stare. He moved over Hayden’s cock working his hips back and forth, rubbing his ass over it. Hayden pushed upward increasing the pressure.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you.”

Hayden watched Eli move over him, felt the way Eli’s ass moved on his cock until he was so hard, so sensitive, he didn’t know how much more he could take. Then he watched Eli rise on knees, take his cock, and hold it up. He watched as Eli lowered himself until he could feel the ass pressing down on his cock, then the tight squeeze as Eli opened up to him, letting him breach his tightness and sink into his hole. Down Eli moved, taking inch after inch, until almost seated. Then he began to move up and down, faster and faster, until fucking himself on Hayden’s cock.

Hayden watched as Eli moved on him. He looked at the lean body with muscle straining with the effort. The cock that flopped around and smacked wetly against the abdomen. He watched his cock come into view, then disappear, over and over, while savoring how it felt.

“Come inside me,” Eli whispered as he leaned back until resting on his hands. He worked his body on Hayden’s cock, increasing his pace, moving his ass up and down on it with a brutal pace.

It was too much, and Hayden fell back with eyes closed, and tried to shove upward as his cock erupted. He shook with every ejaculation, then arced his back with the last hard flex of his cock as Eli ground his ass down on it.  

Hayden felt Eli move and opened his eyes to see him sit up, stroking his cock. Hand moving so fast it was a blur, Eli was stroking it to come. Hayden watched. Eli staring at him, still gasping for breath and sweating until it ran in rivulets down his face. The hand keeping up its fast pace, stroking the wet slick cock. Then the head tilted back, the mouth open sucking in air. Then cum sprayed across his stomach as Eli came.

 

Hayden wanted Eli to keep him bound during the night, but Eli said he preferred him loose, hands free so they could lay together. So, with Eli up against his back feeling the heat of his body, Hayden settled down, and soon drifted off to sleep.

 

Hayden was moving in his sleep, stirring with renewed arousal. He slowly woke, feeling Eli moving against him. There were hands touching the other, Hayden half aware of his own manipulations. As he became more aware, he reached back between them, taking Eli in hand. He toyed with the hard cock fingering the head until Eli was pumping it through his fingers. Then he took ahold of it and guided Eli to move over him as he rolled to his stomach. It was a blur of movement. Hayden on his stomach and Eli over him, moving against his back and ass. Then Eli penetrating him, then fucking him, slowly, gently, every movement fully sensed. The undulating of body against body. The slow increase in warmth, of arousal, then Eli hovering over him as cock thrust into his depths and hips smacked down on his ass. He came, cock pumping cum around its head beneath him as Eli sank into his depths and shuddered with release.

 

There were no more visits to the barn, not by Hayden or Eli. Instead there were nights at Eli’s place, an old farm house he rented a few miles from his folk’s place. Nights spent on the back porch talking, or in bed, Hayden bound at first, then released for the greater intimacy it afforded them. There were plans for the small storage building in the backyard. A place for Hayden to explore his desires, how he wanted to be so belonging to Eli. He knew some of his limitations, but not all, and it was with Eli he wanted to explore them.

He stood on the back porch at his home, parents inside watching television. He needed to tell them. He had given hints, and it wasn’t until that morning that he suspected his mother was coming to realize what her youngest was trying to say. At lunch, his father has been quiet, giving him concern looks, and he knew his mother had talked to him. It was time to have a talk. If it went sideways, he would go to Eli’s place. It was going to happen eventually, whether forced or not. He didn’t think it would come to that. His sister was coming to visit during the weekend, and he planned to do it then.

The setting sun illuminated the barn and Bradley’s house, making them appear to glow. He saw Bradley pull to the barn on his tractor, climb down, and move around it. He stepped off the porch, flipping his keys around his finger into the palm of his hand as he went to his car.

Less than a minute later, Hayden was pulling up next to Bradley.

“Hey, you finally stopping for the day,” said Hayden as he moved to where Bradley stood.

“Yep. Time to get cleaned up and something to eat.”

“I saw Logan was here twice this week.”

Bradley laughed.

“Well, I think it is obvious Eli will not be coming back. Nor you.”

“About that-“

“Hayden. Look, I know. You want more from someone, a serious relationship, if I’m not mistaken. And I hope you have it with Eli, or find it with someone else. It’s not for me, and you know that, and it makes us incompatible. It was fun dragging you out of your shell. I enjoyed the sex with you, and Eli. I just hope we can be friends, for there are not many around here I trust enough to be close friends.”

“Yes, of course.”

“When are you going to tell your parents?”

“How did you know I was going to tell them?”

“I didn’t, but for you to have what you want, you have to tell them, sooner rather than later.”

“This weekend,” Hayden replied, looking at Bradley with a nervous grin.

“I’ll be sure to steer clear of your father for the next few days,” Bradley replied, grinning back at Hayden.

“What about you? Will you ever settle down with someone? Charlie maybe?”

Bradley shrugged his shoulders. “Right now, I don’t really think about it. I’m not saying I won’t settle down with someone, but it is not in the cards right now.”

They stood quiet for a brief time, both looking at he sun dropping below the horizon.

“Charlie?” Bradley uttered then laughed. “You think Charlie would be the one?”

“Maybe,” Hayden replied.

“What about Logan?”

“Logan? I don’t think he’ll ever want to settle down.”

“You’re probably right. I’ll have to confess. Someone else contacted me, saw an old post online and wondered if they could come over. He claims he is twenty and lives only thirty miles away.”

“You going to invite him over to the barn?”

“I don’t think so. I get the feeling the kid is lying about his age, and god knows I don’t need that shit.”

“I can’t imagine having someone’s parents raising hell about you messing with their son.”

“I worried about that with you.”

“But it didn’t stop you.”

“I had seen you around and every time we crossed paths, there was this look about you. I knew, if anyone in this area needed to be dragged out of their shell and fucked, it was you,” Bradley joked, making them both laugh.

“I never would have guess Charlie Abernathy was such a twisted fuck,” said Hayden once they stopped laughing.

“Tell, me about it. He was so shy and timid the first couple of times he came over, but that third visit. Geez. He showed up with a six-pack of beer and guzzled three before I could finish one. Then it was ‘Katie bar the door’. He confessed to what he really wanted, having seen it online. We had to improvise that night, but that cross in the back corner, I built that fucker for him.”

“But you like it as much as he does.”

“God, he does wind me up.”

“I need to get back,” said Hayden as he headed back to his car. He opened the door but stood a second looking back at Bradley. “You know Charlie is the one.”