Desires of the Innocent

Hayden stood at the fence watching Eli Turner follow Bradley Martin into the barn. It was late in the day, almost eight o’clock and the sun low in the western sky. It was perfect for illuminating the two guys, for Bradley’s place was on the east side of his family’s farm, where the house and the barn in back set close to the property line, keeping most of the one hundred twenty acres free for farming. It was perfect for Hayden, for he could see Bradley anytime he was outside stirring about, and Bradley’s stirrings never captured his attention as much as they did when he saw one of the guys follow him into the barn. They would be in there for over two hours, and what they did inside Hayden could only imagine. And he did imagine. Imagined Bradley and the guys were having sex; male sex. One guy sucking the other, then fucking them. He pictured it, one guy with cock in his mouth, then in his ass, the cock pumping his depths.

Then Hayden imagined it was him with Bradley. It was him on his knees sucking cock, or down on his hands and knees taking cock in the ass. It was him who was in that goddamn barn for over two hours or longer. He imagined scenario after scenario, trying all the positions he had seen online, until he was there all night, a bottom for Bradley’s pleasure.

Hayden was nineteen, the youngest of three, and still trying to decide if he wanted to farm with his brother and dad, or if there was something else in life he wanted to pursue. He had contemplated leaving so many times, and nothing fueled that desire like his loneliness.

He kept hidden from sight, standing behind the old oak with its twisted branches and stunted growth. It stood alone along the fence where lightning had struck it so often a dark streak ran down the trunk. But it lived, putting out leaves in the spring and turning colorful each fall. And in the heat of summer, it provided shade and cover. Leaning around the twisted trunk, he watched Eli follow Bradley into the barn. He was tempted to climb over the fence and sneak over to spy on them. He knew the barn, for he had been in it numerous times when the Morgan’s lived there. But they sold out a year ago and Bradley Martin moved in. It was Bradley Martin’s barn now, so it seemed off-limits, a trespass to go onto the property. Bradley had not been friendly to anyone when he moved in, turning down offers of going to one church or another and refusing the advances of young women all across the region. He was friendly enough when in the general store or in town at the tractor dealership or at the grain elevator over in Oak Hill, the community to the south. He would talk about farming and the weather with other farmers but never about his personal life and what brought him to Burnsville. The rumors said he was a city boy from a family with money, thus his ability at twenty-six to afford to pay cash for the Morgan place. Hayden didn’t care where Bradley came from, for all he knew was the physical presence of the man. He had crossed paths with him at the general store, the grain elevator, even the tractor dealership.

Bradley had to be over six feet tall for he was taller than Hayden’s five ten, and whereas Hayden was lean, with fair white skin and black hair, Bradley was muscular, the broad shoulders and biceps stretching the white t-shirts he wore all the time. Bradley had dark brown hair, dark skin tone, and dark brown eyes. The strong line of jaw and chin were always scruffy looking with a five o’clock shadow. Then there was the way the jeans fit on him. The ass full and round and the crotch bulging in such an enticing way. There was one time Hayden came upon Bradley in the grocery store and swore he could see the outline of cock stretching down one leg. He tried to get a better look, but Hannah Franklin was soon front and center, flirting with Bradley to get him to ask her out, he gave up trying to see Bradley from the front and continued picking up the items his mother needed.

The minutes ticked by slowly as Hayden watched that barn. He continued to imagine what could be happening inside, always coming around to the idea it was he in the barn with Bradley Martin. Finally giving up, he headed back to the house trying to decide whether, or not to ride his bicycle or crash in his room with a video game. In the garage, he pulled out his bicycle and took off for a ride around the community. He had a short route, less than five miles, then a longer one, over twenty miles. With his frustration there was no hesitation in doing the longer route.

He rode along the narrow two-lane roads thinking about Bradley Martin. The masculine nature of him, every detail that drove late night fantasies until his stomach was puddled with cum. Then there were the three guys he had seen at one time or another, following Bradley into the barn.

Logan Fuller from the nearby town who worked as a mechanic at the John Deere dealership. A short lean build with arms that were surprisingly thick with muscle, Logan looked mid-thirties and every image of him Hayden could bring to mind, was Logan holding a wrench with grease and grime smeared up both arms and coveralls unzipped far enough to reveal a smooth chest.

Charlie Abernathy lived over in Oak Hill in the old Meadows place near Abihka Creek and worked at the grain elevator. Hayden had been around Charlie a lot over the years, remembering him being a year older than his sister who had had a crush on him when in high school. Tall, over six feet with a lanky lean build, Charlie was the epitome of the country boy with his slow drawl and easy-going manner. And he was boyishly good looking with a baby face and vivid blue eyes, something Hayden had never felled to take note. How often he had been unloading grain and got to watch Charlie working behind the counter, to size him up once again, he didn’t know, but it often led to him taking out his cock and pumping out a load before getting back to the field.

Then there was the one now with Bradley, the lucky son of a bitch in the barn doing God knows what: Eli Turner. Hayden didn’t know much about Eli. It was a bit of lucky coincidence that he even had a name. Eli had come into the general store with Bradley one afternoon and Hayden heard him introduce himself to Grady, who owned the store. Hayden pictured the day; a hot windless day that brought out a lot of famers for a drink. When Eli had set drinks on the counter, Grady, always nosy about other people, didn’t fail to ask about him.

You’re new here.

Actually, I live over in Red Hill.

No kidding. So, you just visiting Bradley?

Yes…just visiting.

I’m Grady; what’s your name.

Elijah, but call me Eli.

Got a last name? I might know your folks.

I doubt it, but it’s Turner. We moved to Red Hill about five years ago. Dad got a job with the county.

I see; you must have gone to Repton High.

Just for two years.

That was back in the spring, so it made Eli twenty-one. Hayden recalled the look of him when they passed by in the narrow aisle. Reddish brown hair, dark skin tone and greenish-grey eyes that seemed to look at him in a knowing way, one with a grin, mischievous and something to fear he had thought at the time. He remembered how Eli seemed to lean close to him when he passed, the two of them facing each other. Eli was his height or so close he had noticed no difference.

After riding around lost in thought for over an hour, Hayden finally approached his home. He was passing Bradley’s place when he saw Eli was still there. A door opened at the barn and Bradley, then Eli, came strolling out. Bradley walked straight for his home and Eli angled away going to his 4Runner. By the time he was riding past the drive, the 4Runner was coming down the drive.

Hayden wondered what they are doing in the barn for so long. He tried to think of innocent things, like maybe they are restoring an old car or truck. It would make sense with Logan coming over but didn’t seem logical with Eli. Then he thought of it. The idea of sex between men. It was what he would want, therefore it could be the same with Eli, Logan, and Charlie. It could be, but Hayden knows not likely. He knows he is being conspiratorial, dreaming up a drama that could not possibly be going on right next door to his family’s farm.

Three days later, Hayden pulled into the gravel parking lot at the grain elevator. His father sent him to pay the last seed invoice for the soybeans they planted that spring. As he moved around to the steps that lead to the front entrance, he passed a bright yellow 4-door Jeep with its top down and doors removed. He knew the vehicle, seen it all the time, for it belonged to Bradley Martin. He looked at it, feeling his heart race in his chest, those foolish imaginings making him consider his conspiratorial notions about Martin and his three guests to the barn.

Up the steps, across the stoop, he entered the office area. To his right the station for working the scale where trucks are weighed, straight in front the open office area with low cubicle walls for the staff, and to his left the counter for sales of seed, fertilizer, and chemicals. As he approached the office counter where Shirley Wiggins sat waiting, he looked to his left and saw Bradley and Charlie are at the far end of the counter away from the other three men conducting business. They are leaned in close talking too low for anyone to hear, and Hayden instantly imagined it is about hooking up later. He just knew Bradley is fucking Charlie…and Eli and Logan.

“Hey Hayden, what can I do for you?” asked Shirley.

It brought Hayden back to himself, turned his focus back to the office counter and Shirley seated behind it.

“I came to pay our last invoice.”

“Okay, let me pull it up and we’ll get you taken care of.”

It takes only a minute for Shirley to note receipt of the check and to clear their account, and Hayden is heading out with the receipt in hand. As he approached the door, Bradley came along side of him.

“Hey, Hayden.”

“Bradley, how’s it going?”

“Good. You guys have your beans laid by yet?”

“We just have to cultivate the last of the Simpson’s fields over in Willow Springs,” Hayden replied, referring to the community to the east where they have a little over five hundred acres in cultivation.

“I didn’t know your family had fields in Willow Springs.”

“Yeah, there and Laurel Hill to the north.”

“You farm more than I realized.”

“About fourteen hundred acres in total. We may lease the Collins place here in Oak Hill, although dad doesn’t like it being to the south stretching us out even more.”

“Collins place? I don’t know it.”

“It is just to the east of here and there are three hundred acres in cultivation and a pasture that we might do something with. How much are you farming? I heard you got Hank Byrd to lease his place to you.”

“That’s right. I leased his place and Logan Fuller leased me his family’s fields since he has no interest in farming. With my place, it gives me about eight hundred acres.”

The mention of Logan made Hayden hesitate, take a tentative step before continuing across the stoop and down the steps. He kept his eyes ahead, afraid to look at Bradley knowing it would be evident on his face what he was thinking.

“Logan has been a real help to me,” Bradley utters in a tone of voice that sounded like he is insinuating more than just a lease arrangement.

“Sounds like it,” Hayden quickly replied as he moved past Bradley’s Jeep not looking back. “I’ll see you.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you around…Hayden McCullough.”

The days are too long, the sun hanging in the west stretching out the days. It is nearly eight o’clock before the sun sets and daylight lingers for even longer. Hayden is behind the twisted oak wishing it were dark already to conceal him further. He watched the blue Chevrolet truck ease down Bradley’s drive and park between the house and the barn. He knew the truck, sees it all the time, in fact he had seen it at the grain elevator earlier that day. It is Charlie Abernathy’s truck, and he saw Charlie climb out dressed in the same blue shirt he had on at the grain elevator office. Charlie heads straight to the barn and enters and Hayden wonders if Bradley was already inside, that he somehow missed him entering it earlier. He checked his watch, then focused on the barn letting his imagination run wild with what could be happening inside. He waits impatiently, knowing it’ll be at least an hour, if not longer, before Charlie comes back out.

Suddenly movement at Bradley’s house caught his eye and he watched Bradley come out of the screen porch, cross the backyard with a leisurely pace, and enter the barn. His watch shows fifteen minutes have passed since Charlie entered the barn.

“What are you guys up to,” Hayden whispered to himself. He looked back toward his own home and saw it is quiet. He knew his mother is inside cleaning up the kitchen or in the family room watching television, and he is glad those rooms are on the other side of the house where he can’t be seen. His father has gone to play cards with some of his friends and won’t be back until about ten or so.

Looking back at Bradley’s place, the barn behind the house, he knows it is about three hundred feet to the barn from the fence. Three hundred feet across an open field. It is too risky, too out in the open. He even considered how he’ll leave tracks between the rows of soybeans, something Bradley could easily find. He tried to think of another way and smiled with the idea of just riding his bike over. If he is spotted going up the drive or behind the house, he can just say he was stopping by. No harm, no foul. If he can get to the barn unseen, he’ll hide his bike and sneak inside to see what those two are doing.

How he’ll get back is something to worry about later.

As he goes for his bicycle, he thinks about the barn. The physical aspects of it. He had been in the barn in the past, a few times before Bradley bought the place and remembered how it looked inside and how the Morgan’s had used it. It was an old structure, one like many of the old barns around the region. Thick round wood columns supporting rough cut wood beams with an open rafter roof on top. The sides were weather boards, allowed to turn dark and rough with exposure. It was three bays wide, with the sloped roof ridge running down the middle of the central bay making it the tallest space, suitable for a combine with its newer vertical lift garage doors on each end of it. The bay to the left of it was wider allowing room for the smaller implements to be parked inside and it too had a vertical lift door on the front wall, but the back wall had the original large double doors that swung outward. There had been a 6-row planter, cultivator, and grain drill parked in a neat row when the Morgan’s lived there. The bay to the right, the side facing their farm, had the man door on the front wall. The bay had been divided into three spaces. The first, the space the door opened onto was a shop space with a work bench along the exterior side wall and across the back wall over to another door. The side facing the central bay was open with a continuous step along the raised floor. Through the door in back was a storage room where the Morgan’s had kept seed, chemicals, and miscellaneous junk. Above the front two spaces was a mezzanine, open to the central bay and the last space in back. He had never ventured up to see what it was like but knew access was by a ladder on the front wall in the shop and another in the last space behind the storage room. The last space had the main concrete slab for its floor for it was used for lawnmowers and garden tractor and its implements. It was open to the central bay and had a door to the storage room. On the back wall the original wide double doors were centered on it and the right wall lined with hooks and shelves for garden tools.

As he rode out to the road, then down to Bradley’s drive, he pictured the interior of old unfinished wood, all turned an umber color. Spider webs hung from the upper beams and in corners and dust covered any surface that had not be utilized for something. The concrete slab was roughly finished and stained with oils. The raised floorboards were gapped letting dirt fall through and were darker, heavily stained, and creaked when one walked over it. And no matter how hot it got outside, the interior seemed to always be cool, quiet, a place unto itself. Compared to his family’s newer barn that was a pre-engineered metal building, the old wood barn seemed to be alive in some manner, almost like it breathed and sensed one’s presence.

Hayden stood at the door to the barn, looking around one last time to make sure no one saw him. His bicycle was stashed on the side of the barn, lying flat on the ground out of sight. Heart racing and having to remind himself to breathe, he reached for the door handle and eased it open, thankful that Bradley had not locked it. He stepped up onto the raised floor of the shop. The tools were arranged differently but it looked the same as before, only cleaned up, with no spiderwebs hanging from a corner or a beam. To his right he noticed a dog’s crate, one heavily built, flat bar in lieu of wire framing, and he wondered if Bradley was getting a dog, or maybe had had one at one time. The door in the back wall stood open revealing the storage room. Despite the dark shadows within, he could see it was empty.

A sound of something being struck and a man’s cry in pain.

Hayden froze, listening intently. He could hear a man’s voice, indistinguishable utterances, then the sound of another strike and another cry out. He knew it was something striking flesh. It came from the back of the barn, the space just beyond the storage room, for he could see across the middle bay all the way over to the far side and it was only equipment. A tractor, a combine, and implements. He moved slowly to the step down and looked toward the back. It was dark along the walls but above he could see light shining up into the open rafters. He stepped down and moved back a few paces until he could see a new wall had been built closing off the rear space. A man door provided access near the end of it at the storage wall. The wall extended up to the first beam, the one that braced the structure and supported the mezzanine floor over the storage and shop spaces.

All the while there was the sound of flesh being struck, over and over, and mixed with it, the sound of a man crying out. Then there would be moments of quiet, the utterances of someone talking, too low for him to make out. Slowly, one cautious step after the next, he moved back to the front, knowing he should leave. But he saw the ladder leading up to the mezzanine and knew he would not be leaving until he could see what was going on in that back room.

Hayden eased up the ladder, every creak and squeak deafening, until he could climb onto the wood floor. The mezzanine was in shadow, the floor dark with part of the roof above illuminated from the back room. It was empty, completely open, and he stayed on hands and knees and slowly crawled toward the light.

“You’re not going to use the safe word?” came Bradley’s voice from room.

“No,” came Charlie’s reply, breathless and strained.

The sound of flesh being struck, over and over until Charlie cried out.

“You are so good,” came Bradley’s voice, calm, authoritative.

Hayden eased down on his stomach and slid the last two feet until he could look over the edge of the mezzanine floor down into the space below. He gasped but took it all in too. Every detail of it burned into his brain.

Except for the new wall, the space was as he remembered. The same weathered wood framing and siding visible through it, the same rough concrete slab stained by years of oil drips and spills, the same exposed roof structure, even with spiderwebs that are too high to reach. The new wall to the left was plywood panels, horizontal and staggered creating their own pattern within the space. But this was just the structure, the elements that created the space, gave it a sense of place protected from the elements and prying eyes.

It was what the space held that captured Hayden’s attention the most. The bed with its black vinyl covering and large metal frame at the foot of it directly below him against the wall. To its right a cable came up from the wall below him, what it connected to out of sight he assumed was a hoist. The cable angled out and up over the floor, passing through a pulley, then hung straight down with a snap hook shining brightly at its end. In the middle of the floor was a stockade like he had seen at a historic site in Massachusetts but shorter in height with a padded platform on one side.  Against the right wall a long workbench covered in array of items. In the back right corner, the place where Bradley and Charlie were located, the source of all the sounds, was two large planks secured together in an X. They had metal loops screwed into them and secured in place by them, a naked Charlie Abernathy. Back, ass, and thighs glowed red with darker lines of red showing where the flesh had been struck the hardest, and he was sweating so profusely that he glistened in the light of bare bulbs hanging overhead. Standing behind him, flogger in hand, something Hayden had only seen in a video, stood Bradley. He too was naked, the muscular body on full display. The broad shoulders, the round firm ass and the muscled arms and legs. He too was sweating making his skin shine in the light.

“You want me to stop?” asked Bradley.

“No,” Charlie relied.

Hayden saw Bradley rear back with the flogger and strike Charlie across the ass. One, two, three, four times until Charlie was shuddering in his bonds. Bradley moved up until striking the back. Charlie pulled against his restraints and shuddered. It wasn’t like in the video where it seemed playful, the two porn actors smiling and laughing at their antics for the camera. This was real, the pain evident in the way Charlie’s skin glowed and how he struggled in his bonds.

“Enough,” Bradley uttered, tossing the flogger on the workbench and moving up behind Charlie.

Hayden didn’t need to see between them to know Bradley had penetrated Charlie’s ass. He could tell by how Charlie’s head fell back and the most primitive moaned escaped the open mouth. He could tell by how Bradley moved up behind him, obviously holding his cock in place as he pushed it into Charlie’s ass. Then there was Bradley’s movement. The familiar undulation of one man fucking another. Moans and grunts filled the air as Bradley held Charlie by the shoulders and hammered his ass. There was the squeak of wood cross stressed by their movements, then the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, a fast staccato of sound, then when Bradley slowed down, pushed up into Charlie with slow long movements, the only sound was Charlie begging to be fucked harder.

Hayden lay heavily on the rough wood floor, pressing his crotch down to increase the pressure on his own erection. He was frightened by what he was watching, the rawness of it, but despite his fear, he was aroused by it too. So aroused his cock ached for release. He pushed down feeling it flex within its confines as he watched Bradley fuck Charlie down below.

“Fuck…fuck me…fuck me harder…please…” Charlie begged as Bradley held him by the shoulders and hammered his ass.

Bradley increased his pace again, thrusting with the strength of a bull, until the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the barn. Then he grabbed by Charlie by the hair, pulling his head back. Charlie cried out. Bradley moved up close and Hayden watched how he ground his hips up against Charlie’s ass.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Bradley exclaimed, then he was jerking and shaking against Charlie as he pumped cum into his ass.

Hayden knew it was time to leave. To slip away unnoticed, but he lay still unable to do so. Instead, he watched Bradley release Charlie, roughly pull him away from the X-frame and force him to his knees.

“Let me see you get off,” Bradley uttered.

Charlie’s cock was hard as a rock, angled up, head glistening wet in the light. With the black leather restraints still on each wrist, he began to masturbate in front of Bradley. At first, he stroked slowly, teasingly, putting on a show for him, then he began to move at the waist, to push his cock up through his stroking fist. He stroked faster, urgently, until he was grunting with increased arousal. He threw his head back and shuddered as cum arced out of his cock spattering across the floor. Wad after wad until finally spent, and Charlie kept stroking his cock, smearing cum along its length.

“Enough,” Bradley stated as he moved to Charlie.

Hayden continued to watch, unable to move, as Bradley removed the wrist then the ankle restraints. At the workbench he wiped each clean with care and reverence, then hung them on the wall from their loops. Charlie stood in the middle of the room, watching in silence. Bradley went to the large double doors in back and pushed the left leaf open. Through the opening Hayden saw a concrete pad with a trench drain in it. He knew it was an outdoor shower, and once Bradley led Charlie out until only their feet were visible, he saw the spray of water hitting the concrete around their feet.

The two men out of sight, their bodies no longer visible, broke the spell that held Hayden in place, and he moved quickly to the ladder and down to the shop. He eased out, peering around the side to make sure Bradley nor Charlie could see him, even though he knew the shower was shielded from view with a high wood fence. He grabbed up his bicycle and raced down the drive, seemingly without breath until back in the road heading home.

That night he laid in bed replaying what he had witnessed. The physical nature of it, how Charlie responded to the flogging, begging for more, then when Bradley was fucking him, begging to be fuck harder. It made him aroused to think of it. So aroused, his cock hovered over his stomach so hard it flexed up and down and drooled its slick down onto his stomach. When he finally took it in hand, unable to hold back any longer, he came quickly, powerfully, arcing his back as cum hit him in the face, down the neck, and across the chest. He kept stroking until his hand was slick with cum and the scent filled the room.

Two days later, Hayden pulled into the general store and went in for a drink. He had been over to Willow Springs to check their fields and was on the way home. He circled the front of the old store coming upon Rodney Sutherland, a boy that was two years behind him in school, who now sported short hair looking more masculine and enticing.

“Hey Hayden, how’s it going?” asked Rodney.

“Good; how about you?”

“Glad its summer knowing it is too short.”

“Buy you only have one more year left in school.”

“I know, but I’m so ready to be done with it. Have you heard from Lisa Thomas?”

Lisa had been his in class. A beautiful girl with long dark hair who seemed to rebuff all the boys that flirted with her. Last he heard she was going to the community college preparing for one of the universities come next year.

“Not since last Christmas when I saw her in town. She was going to the community college last I heard.”

“Is she dating anyone?”

Hayden laughed, unable to stop himself, and he saw how Rodney took it.

“I’m sorry, but you know every guy that tried to get her to go out got shot down, including Jason Sullivan.”

“She shot down Jason Sullivan?”

“Yep.”

“Damn,” Rodney uttered walking away without saying goodbye. It made Hayden smile and shake his head.

Hayden watched Rodney move away while sizing him up for the first time. He was no longer this little kid two years too young. He looked at the lanky build and wondering what it would be like to have him in bed. But Rodney was still a high schooler and something about it made him dismiss him, finding himself thinking of Bradley Fucking Martin, then his three visitors, now knowing what he had hoped and imagined was true. He knew what Charlie Abernathy did in that barn, the nasty fuck, but what did Logan and Ely do? Did they do the same thing? Did one of them get in that stockade? The thought passed that he would do it, and he felt his face blush hot with the idea of being naked locked in it, submissive to Bradley Martin.

He grabbed a drink from the reach-in and headed to the front to pay when the front door swung open, and Bradley came strolling in. He was dressed differently, not the usual white t-shirt, instead he wore a loose-fitting black tank top and faded worn jeans. Hayden stared at him as he approached heading toward the drink coolers.

“Hey Hayden, have you been enjoying yourself?” Bradley asked as he passed with a smirk on his face.

“Huh, what? No…I mean, I’ve not been doing anything,” Hayden stammered as he let Bradley pass then rushed to the front to pay. Grady was too talkative, too nosy about what was going on with his family so Hayden was still at the front counter when Bradley walked up and set a drink down.

“Hey Bradley, give me a sec to finish up with Hayden,” said Grady.

“No rush,” Bradley replied.

Hayden held out a five, wishing Grady would hurry.

“Grady, I need to go,” Hayden exclaimed as he pushed the five out further.

“Oh alright, I see you’re in a hurry,” Grady replied, finally taking the five, slowly counting out his change, then handing it to him.

Hayden went to his truck and got it fired up, revving the engine too hard in his rush. He looked over at the yellow Jeep, envious of it wishing he had one, but then fearful of it for who it belonged. He put his truck in gear and started to pull forward when Bradley came out, strolling in front of him toward the Jeep. In the bright sun, he could see Bradley’s tanned skin tone, set off against the black tank top that revealed much of the broad shoulders and those bicep bulging arms. He pictured the right arm moving with authority as it swung that flogger, striking Charlie’s bare ass then back. He pictured the ass confined in the faded worn jeans pumping cock into Charlie’s ass. Then he imagined it was he with Bradley in that room, bound to the cross, ass and back heated up until red, and Bradley’s cock pumping deep into his ass.

Bradley smiled at him before getting out of the way, and Hayden spun the rear wheels as he sped out of the parking lot and away.

Hayden felt cooped up. The day before it rained nearly all day, and he woke that morning to a drizzling rain the weatherman promised would eventually move out before the end of the day. He lay on his bed playing video games, texting his two closer friends, suggesting lunch in town but neither were able to meet him.

After a sandwich for lunch, he stood on the back porch feeling the hot humidness of the day as water trickled from the roof and a light misting rain fell. With his parents gone to Montgomery for the day to shop, he was alone. No one to observe him. He tugged off his t-shirt and stepped out into the yard. He felt the cool mist slowly wet his skin. His nipples hardened as he grew wet and slightly chilled despite the heat of the day. He raked a hand down his chest, over his stomach, and down into his loose jeans. He slipped it beneath his boxers, through the sparse pubic hair, and to his cock. He touched himself until he felt his cock harden. He groped himself, worked his cock through the damp jeans. He cupped the head of his cock and squeezed until his cock flexed so hard, he wanted to take it out. He looked up into the dark grey sky feeling the mist land in his face. He cupped his hands behind his neck, arms out and spread wide. He twisted his torso and moved around in the misting rain feeling his jeans grow heavy until sagging low on his waist revealing the waistband of his boxers.

He moved back to the porch and looked across the rear yard, past the fence and over the field to the barn. Bradley’s barn with its playroom in the back. He pictured Charlie bond to that X-frame in the corner, naked, ass and back flaming red. He pictured Bradley fucking the shit out of him while he begged to be fucked harder. He pictured the stockade, the dangling cable, and the bed with its black mattress and metal frame. He pictured Bradley standing naked in the room. He had seen it when Bradley was removing the restraints from Charlie’s wrist and ankles. It was dark, uncut, and hung thick and heavy over its sac.

“Fuck,” Hayden uttered as he saw a black Grand Cherokee pull up to Bradley’s barn. It was Logan come for a visit to the barn. Logan the mechanic who wore coveralls always unzipped enough to reveal a smooth chest. Hayden pictured him, hands and forearms greasy, crotch bulging with hardening cock. He imagined it, Logan unzipping the coveralls all the way down. More of the chest revealed, then the stomach and finally…

Hayden couldn’t picture what Logan’s cock would look like. He had seen so many online, in the dressing room during P.E. back in school, then Charlie and Bradley’s from the other day. Different lengths, thicknesses, skin tones, cut, uncut, arrow shaped heads and big fat flared ones that would stretch an ass open. He squeezed the head of his own, one that flared wide on his long thin cock. He watched Logan go to the barn as he undid his jeans. He slipped his hands down his boxers and toyed with his erection until gasping for breath. He saw Bradley come out of the screen porch and cross the yard as he slipped his boxers down below his cock and openly stroked it wondering if Bradley would look over and see him. His cock stuck straight out, ram rod straight and hard as rock. He stroked it, hand moving from the flared head down to the base pressing his fist into the wet pubic hair.

It frustrated him. To be pleasuring himself while Logan was with Bradley. Just across that field within that old barn, the two of them getting naked. Logan would no doubt be submitting to Bradley, but how eluded Hayden’s imagination knowing the options that would be available to Logan.

“Goddamn it,” Hayden exclaimed as he went inside. He moved through the empty house until in his room. He slipped off the jeans and boxers with the intention on laying on bed and jerking off. But he looked in the mirror as his lean body, his cock sticking straight out, and the desperate expression that he tried to turn away from. “Fuck it,” he uttered as he slipped on just the jeans, leaving the wet boxers on the floor. He put on his rattiest sneakers, not bothering with a shirt, and headed out.

He rode his bicycle over to Bradley’s and as before eased to the barn, stashing his bicycle on the side out of sight. He eased the door open and entered the shop space. He was wet, water trickling down his face and torso. His jeans were soaked around the waistband and damp down the legs. He felt his sex. Masculine. Aroused. He raked a hand down his chest feeling the warmth of hand. He cupped his crotch feeling his cock. He squeezed it feeling the flex of his arousal.

The sound of flesh smacking flesh and Logan Fuller crying out echoed in the barn. Hayden looked at the ladder, his way to see what was going on. He moved to it as the sound repeated and Logan cried out again. He climbed slowly, heart racing in his chest and feeling breathless. He imagined he was a prisoner escaping, climbing to some special freedom. He imagined he was climbing through a maze, one of fearful surprises and lurid rewards. He nearly slipped on one runner, then eased to the mezzanine climbing onto it. He moved on his feet this time, crotched low, heading toward the light.

“That’s it. Suck me. Suck my cock,” came Bradley’s voice from below.

Shifting toward the exterior wall keeping low, Hayden moved to the edge of the floor. A column kept him in shadow as he looked down to see what Bradley was doing to Logan. Logan was in the stockade. Kneeling on the platform, Logan’s neck and wrists were locked into it. Bradley stood at his head which was at the perfect height. Working hips back and forth slowly, Bradley was working his long fat cock into Logan’s mouth. Cheeks bulged as the cock filled Logan’s mouth then cut off the airway. Logan turned red in the face and struggled to breathe. He rattled the stockade as he fought for air. Bradley then eased his cock out of Logan’s mouth until it hovered rock hard between them and Logan was gasping for breath.

“Cocksucker,” Bradley uttered as he put his cock to Logan’s lips, lips that soon parted letting him push inward again.

“I know you like swallowing my load, but not today” Bradley uttered as he pulled back until his cock slipped free. “Today I’m pumping it in that ass.”

“Yes, sir,” Logan replied breathlessly.

Bradley moved around Logan, dragging a hand over the back down to the ass. He slipped it between the ass cheeks and Logan bucked as the hand moved. Hayden knew without being able to see, fingers were boring into Logan’s ass.

“Fuck, how can you still be so tight,” Bradley uttered as he removed his hand and got between the legs. He stroked his cock, slowly, hand moving along its full length. Hayden watched as he eased down on his knees near the edge of mezzanine floor. The hand worked over the exposed head and down the shaft. Hayden undid his jeans freeing his own erection. Soon he stroked in rhythm with Bradley. Slow, then faster until his own cock was once again rock hard.

Bradley moved closer to Logan, put his cock to the ass, and pushed forward. Inch after inch disappeared in Logan’s ass. Deeper and deeper Bradley pushed, until Logan bucked in the stockade and his hips were tight against Logan’s ass. Then Bradley began to fuck. Unmercifully, with reckless abandon, he hammered cock into Logan’s depths. The stockade rattled and Logan began to moan and grunt. Up on the mezzanine, Hayden stroked his cock in rhythm to Bradley’s fuck.

Bradley held the man’s waist and fucked. Fucked slow, grinding hips against the ass. Then he fucked fast, hammering Logan’s insides as his hips smacked against the ass. The sound echoed in the barn and only Logan’s cries and grunts were louder.

Hayden clinched his jaw stifling his own desire to cry out as he felt his jeans slide down his thighs to lay around his knees. He was naked, stroking his cock. All Bradley had to do was look up and back a little and he’d see. Bradley would see what he was doing to him, pushing his vivid imaginings of sex, giving them form, making them more real than any porn video online.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” Logan repeated.

Hayden watched Bradley lean over Logan’s back, reach around his waist, and soon move in that familiar way of a man stroking cock.

“Fuck…Bradley…please don’t stop,” Logan cried out.

Bradley kept fucking while stroking Logan’s cock. He moved over him, undulating with their fuck, rubbing sweat slick skin against sweat slick skin. The stockade rattled and rocked, the platform squeaked, as Bradley pumped cock into Logan’s depths and stroked his cock.

“Bradley…let me cum…please let me…”

Bradley laughed, then increased the pace of his fuck, speeding back up.

Hayden watched how Logan began to shake, to jerk in the stockade. Then white puddles formed beneath him as he came. Bradley kept stroking Logan’s cock even after he was spent. It made him jerk and work his body trying to slip Bradley’s grasp.

“Logan, please stop. Stop, I can’t take it,” Logan begged.

Then Bradley rose and held Logan’s waist and fucked until he too came, shuddering and jerking with every ejaculation.

As Bradley came, Hayden stroked to his own release. Cum flew over the edge of the floor and down to the one below. Thick white wads spurt from his cock, one after the next, until he was finally spent. He slowly stroked his spent cock squeezing out the last drop of cum smearing it down his slick cock. Then he came back to reality. Naked, on his knees at the edge of the mezzanine floor. Down below, Bradley had his cock in hand wiping it across Logan’s ass. Hayden slowly knee walked back, hobbled to very short steps by his jeans. It seemed to take forever to get back from the edge as Bradley was now releasing Logan from the stockade.

“Let’s shower off,” came Bradley’s voice from below as Hayden stood up and got his jeans back in place. As the back door was swung open, Hayden was climbing down. As Bradley and Logan showered behind the barn, Hayden was getting on his bicycle and riding away.

Hayden was relieved to see his parents had not returned earlier than expected. He rushed into the house and up to his room. Wet jeans tossed on the floor he fell back on his bed and took his still hard cock in hand. He stroked it as he relived Bradley fucking Logan, and of Logan’s pleas to be fucked. He pictured it, Bradley leaned over Logan. Then he imagined Bradley leaning over him, fucking him, and stroking his cock. He came, the first wad hitting his lips and he parted them letting it trickle into his mouth as cum rained down on his chest, then stomach.

Gasping for breath and covered in cum, Hayden lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling wondering how long this could go on. He couldn’t take much more. Something had to change and soon. He considered just going over one day and telling Bradley he wanted to go into the barn. He pictured it, standing before Bradley in his most worn jeans, the ones with the crotch faded to almost white, and the grey t-shirt he used to wear all the time in P.E. until it was so threadbare his mother threw it out. He had retrieved it from the trash for he loved how the worn fabric felt against his skin. It hung so loosely against him. The neck was frayed and tearing loose from the body of the shirt. The sleeves were frayed, and one pit had a hole in it, and there was another hole in the chest that at times revealed his nipple. He wore it at night masturbating until it was covered in cum. He would stand before Bradley in it and the jeans, submitting to him, to his pleasure, and in the end, his own.

Hayden eased along the shoulder of the road, running the bushhog over the tall grass. The rains of the week before and the summer heat had everything grown up. He moved along the road in front of their property, glancing over from time to time to look at the soybeans for they had really started to grow. The sun beat down on him. He wore a long sleeve shirt and jeans and a wide brim hat to protect himself from it. He was too fair skinned to go shirtless, like he had seen Bradly do the day before while mowing his lawn.

He got to the far side of the property and turned around heading back toward the drive, cutting along the bottom of the ditch. He was about halfway down when Bradley pulled past heading home. The bright yellow Jeep caught Hayden’s eye as soon as it got beside him, and he saw it brake to a stop, then reverse, backing up until coming along side of him. He cut the PTO and came to a stop, wondering what Bradley would want with him.

Bradley climbed out, shirtless wearing jeans so frayed, Hayden wondered how they stayed up. Bradley came up to the small tractor, climbed up on the first step so they were eye to eye.

“What’s up, Bradley?” Hayden asked, trying not to sound nervous, and trying to maintain eye contact when he really wanted to look down the bare chest and stomach, down to the bulging crotch.

“I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to hide up on that platform and just watch. You can join us if you want.”

“What? No! It’s not like that…” Hayden stammered.

“Whatever. I know when someone wants to join in, and what I saw the other day when Logan was over was someone who really wants to join in.”

“You’re wrong; I don’t want that,” Hayden uttered, his voice two octaves too high.

“Well, the invitation is out there when you’re ready,” said Bradley, and he leaned closer. “I think you want to submit to me and just scared to do it.”

Hayden couldn’t reply as Bradley smiled, then stepped down, going back to his Jeep. Soon the Jeep was back on the road driving away and Hayden just sat there watching it. Down to Bradley’s drive, then back to the garage behind the house and out of sight. With shaking hand, he reached to turn the PTO on and throttled back up. He cut faster, trying to get finished and out of the ditch and away from the road.

For days Hayden felt like his world was spinning out of control. Bradley had seen him watching Logan and him. Had seen him stroking his cock to their bondage and sex. It frightened him, made him paranoid about being found out. At his worst, he believed Bradley would tell someone, reveal his secret, but when he was thinking clearly, he knew there was no way Bradley would tell for to do so would reveal his own little secret. How would the community react if they knew someone had a room like that in their barn. Hayden didn’t even know what to call it. A dungeon sounded medieval and silly, and it wasn’t in a basement level. Weren’t all dungeons down in sublevels? Playroom sounded childish, not serious enough for what he had witnessed. In the end, it didn’t matter what one called it. All anyone in the community would care about was what went on, and how it was between two men.

He avoided Bradley, at the general store, in town, and even being the rear yard where Bradley could merely lay eyes on him.

A week went by, then two more, and Hayden could not help but notice how Charlie, Logan, and Eli continued to visit the barn. Every two or three days one of the men would be entering it where they would stay for a couple of hours or so. He had refrained from masturbating that first week, knowing the imagines he would see while doing so, but horniness won out and soon he was back to masturbating regularly, his imaginings of sex with Bradley growing more intense as time went on.

The next Saturday he had gone to the grocery store for his mother. It was before one, and the store wasn’t busy for most would be finishing up lunch before coming to buy groceries on a Saturday. He made his way down the aisle with sugar and flour, then the one for condiments. He went down the aisle with soap, then the one for dish detergent. At the end of the aisle about to swing out in the back aisle he heard Bradley’s voice. It was from the next aisle, the first aisle with reach-in coolers that held beer.

“Why won’t you do what I want,” said Bradley.

“I’m not doing that. I’ve told you before,” said the other person, and Hayden recognized the voice. It was Eli.

“How do you know you won’t like it if you don’t try it.”

“Charlie Abernathy and Logan Fuller do that for you, so you don’t need me to do it too,” Eli replied, a stern tone to his voice.

“But…”

Suddenly Hayden was facing the two men as they round the end of the aisle and came face to face.

“Hey, Hayden, how have you been? You’ve not been sick or anything, have you?” asked Bradley, smiling, his tone sarcastic.

“No, I’m fine,” Hayden replied trying to find the will to just push past them.

“Shit, Bradley, leave him alone,” said Eli giving Bradley a nasty look. He turned to Hayden, smiled, his face taking on a soft friendly appearance. “I’m sorry about Bradley. He doesn’t know when to stop. Just ignore him.”

“It’s okay,” Hayden stammered, unsure what he was referring to.

“Come on, Bradley, leave him alone,” said Eli, taking the shopping cart from him and pushing forward. “See you around,” Eli uttered to Hayden as he passed.

Bradley smirked, then followed after Eli. Hayden looked back once, glad Eli pulled Bradley away, then he headed to the dairy section for butter.

Back at home, Hayden shut himself up in his room, trying to calm himself, after getting worked up about seeing Bradley again. It was Eli coming to his defense and the sympathetic look that finally allowed him to calm himself. Eli stood up to Bradley, didn’t let him push him around, and there was no reason he couldn’t do the same and stop thinking of Bradley as some superhuman threat to his secret.

Over the following days, Hayden saw Charlie, then Logan pull up to the barn and enter. He was surprised by restraint, considering what he knew to be going on. But he continued with his chores, the mowing of the lawn on the day Charlie showed up, and the washing of everyone’s vehicle the day Logan arrived. He wondered about Eli, when he would be returning, the one he had not seen naked and having sex. The one he found himself thinking of in lieu of Bradley at first, before returning to the image of Bradley naked, hard, and fucking.

Four days passed instead of the normal two or three after Logan’s visit before Eli pulled into Bradley’s drive. It was later than normal too, the sun set and darkness sweeping across the sky, east to west. Hayden had been on the back porch just to get some fresh air, his parents in the family room watching some old movie he cared nothing about. He considered going into town, or maybe calling up one of his friends to see if they wanted to play video games, but he decided he would call it an early night. But as the white 4Runner eased along Bradley’s drive, then Eli strolling to the barn, other notions crept into his mind. He stood still as if it made him invisible and waited until he saw Bradley crossing the yard and enter the barn. He looked back, through the window in the door seeing the mudroom was empty, knowing his parents were glued to the television. He stepped off the porch, and jogged around the house, to the front corner of the yard, and down along the edge of Bradley’s field. He came to the dirt drive as it grew darker, the dirt drive seeming to glow in the dim light with a dark expanse of lawn on either side. He followed it to the 4Runner, hearing the ticking sound of a cooling engine. He slowed his pace wondering what he was doing back at the barn. But he knew it was more about seeing Eli than seeing Bradley. He went up to the door, slipped off his t-shirt tossing it on the ground, then eased into the familiar barn.

It was strange to see a light on in the shop, one strip fixture over the back bench. Up in the exposed rafters, the back corner glowed in the darkness. It was too quiet at first, then he heard voices, too muffled and far away to make out. He quickly climbed the ladder and moved across the mezzanine floor until at the edge of the light shining from below. He eased down on all fours and slowly crawled to the edge as he heard Eli and Bradley talking. Above them, their voices carried clear and distinct.

“It’s this or nothing,” said Eli.

“Come on, just try this,” said Bradley.

“No, no, Bradley. I’m not submitting to you like that. If someone is going to submit to someone, you’ll have to submit to me.”

Bradley laughed, loudly, then the room grew silent.

“Should I just leave?” asked Eli.

“No,” Bradley blurted out, then after a long pause, “okay, okay, we’ll do it your way.”

Hayden heard them making out, then he heard the bed below squeak once. Moving forward a little closer to the edge, he saw a shirt fly through the air, and land on the floor. Then another.

“Come on, get them off,” said Bradley.

There was movement, then a low guttural moan.

“Fuck, you’re the best,” Bradley uttered.

There were more moans, grunts, then soft utterances he couldn’t make out. He eased forward and lay flat right at the edge of the floor. He peered over and down, first seeing Bradley on his knees fucking, then Eli on his back, holding his legs back, feet straight up in the air. He was spread out in full view. The smooth flat chest and stomach, a tattoo over the right nipple. Hayden thought it was a dragon at first, then realized it was a winged horse. He looked at the small nipples then the hard cock laying over the abdomen pointing up the torso. The nuts lay spread apart in the flatten sac that framed the base of the cock. And down below, Bradley’s thick cock piston inside the ass.

Hayden pressed his growing erection against the hard wood floor as he watched Bradley fuck Eli. Fast, powerful thrusts, then a slow fuck that pushed inward all the way. The bed squeaked, not like a wood frame, but of metal stressed with forces too great to contain.

Hayden watched them change position, first Eli on his stomach with Bradley on top, then Bradley lay on his back and Eli straddled him, riding his cock. Hayden liked the position, Eli leaned back letting him watch his cock as it flopped up and down and smacked down on Bradley’s stomach. Then Eli leaned back further until resting on his hands and worked his ass up and down at a furious pace. With knees spread, body stretched back, Eli was on full display. Hayden couldn’t take his eyes off him. The way he moved with such urgency, ass pumping up and down so fast, and how it made his cock flop around.

Hayden focused on Eli’s cock, how it was long and curved with an arrow shaped head. How it fit in Eli’s hand when he took it stroking in rhythm with their fuck. Hayden moved closer to the edge so he could look down easily at the two guys. He pressed his cock against the floor, pumping his hips until it ached for release. And he continued to watch.

Eli had incredible stamina, working his ass on Bradley’s cock almost nonstop since getting on top. He began to sweat, skin glistening in the harsh light until rivulets ran down his face and chest. His hand became slick, cock shiny, as he kept stroking it while fucking himself.

Hayden wondered what it would be like to be fucked by Eli, to take that long curved cock in his mouth, then ass. He wondered how the sweaty body would feel undulating against his own. Hot sweaty flesh against hot sweaty flesh. Eli moaned and uttered profanities and Hayden found himself repeating them softly to himself. Eli held his head back and moaned louder then brought it up and before Hayden could respond was looking up at him. Eli’s stare held him in place. He couldn’t move as those eyes looked up at him. Eli grew more animated, louder, moving his ass brutally on Bradley’s cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Bradley exclaimed.

“Me too,” Eli uttered as he smiled up at Hayden. Then he threw his head back again and came. Cum arced out of his cock, the first thick wad hitting him in the face, then wad after wad rained down on his chest and stomach. It pooled on the sweaty skin, then trickled over his sides while his hand kept on stroking as the last cum dribbled from the slit.

Hayden felt like he could cum, his cock so hard within his jeans. He knew he should get up and run but he couldn’t move as he saw Eli sit up, then slide over to one side of Bradley. Bradley sat up, and realizing Eli was looking up, he did the same, smiling when he saw Hayden looking down.

“Hey Hayden, buddy, why don’t you come down here and join us. We’re just getting started,” said Bradley.

Hayden gasped at Bradley seeing him. He jumped up and ran to the ladder, nearly falling as he rushed down it. He raced out of the barn, running down the drive, forgetting his t-shirt.

Bradley ran out and stood at the barn door. He smiled, they yelled at the retreating figure.

“Run, Hayden McCullough. Run back home. But you’ll be back.”

 To be continued…