It was an Indian summer, a Nebraska summer none of us would ever forget. The sun barely started rising when Old Man Jones woke up earlier than usual. He stepped down the hall to the bathroom to take a piss, but heard a curious wet slapping sound coming from the bathroom. Through a crack in the door he saw his hot 19 year old grandson, Lance, whacking his huge thick cock while sitting on the toilet seat. The sight aroused the old man as a few drops of precum seeping onto his boxers.
His young grandson was hot. Grandpa grabbed his own cock. The sight of his hunky grandson sitting on the toilet seat whacking off made him want to shoot a load down his throat or shoot a hot load up his boy cunt. Grandpa stood still and watched, eventually he felt his cock hardening just as the kid started breathing heavy. Two shots of cum landed on the kids face. Grandpa studied the boy. Then watched as Lance ate his own cum. Grandpa, hard as a rocket, unexpectedly came in five big drops, rare at his age, while moaning quietly. He washed his hands in the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for all the men.
Heath Downton bounced down the stairs, a big hulky guy with a crew cut and a farmer's tan. He looked like a middle aged wrestler you'd see on TV. The stepfather to the handsome young Lance treated him as if he were his own. Lance's mom died three years earlier. Heath saved the Farm from bankruptcy. Smart man with a big dick. Secretly, his stepson, Lance, desired to have sex with his step father. He had a major crush on his stepfather. He'd do anything to have Heath's cum in his mouth. He's dreamt of his hunky step-father naked, putting his dick up the lad's horny boy hole. Lance wanted to please him in any way he could.
Morning showers in the bunkhouse began at the crack of dawn. The three hot farm workers, Timmy, the boyish runt, Miguel the hot muscular Latino and finally the tall, strong as a bull Marcus
Shower time found the sweet naked farm hands in a gym-styled open shower. Tim shared a shower with Miguel. They soaped each other up and kissed a few times while fingering their buttholes. They got clean and hard. Marcus was in the barn whacking off looking up at the darkening sky.
A sleepy Lance "accidently" hopped into the shower where his hot step-father, Heath, was lathering up his cock and balls. "I'm so sorry, step-dad." Lance started getting out the shower.
"Hey, you're suppose to call me Dad," Heath smiled. "Why don't you stay? There's enough room, Handsome." He pulled his 19 year old stepson back into the shower, immediately he started soaping up his lean body from his junk to his arm pits. Lancer melted in his arms
In the kitchen, bacon was done - in the oven staying warm. Grandpa cooked up his special omelet with his secret ingredient ... Grandpa stroked his dick to a climax and shot a wad of cum into the omelet mixture with fresh eggs, semen and milk from Elsie the cow.
It was at that moment that every male on the farm had a healthy hard-on!!
When Lance actually dropped a bar of soap and stepped on it, Heath quickly slid his arm between the boy's legs and ass cheeks with his big hand and palm ending up groping Lance's cock and balls unintentionally. But Heath saved the day, the young man did not fall. Lance instantly got a hard-on when he got out of shower, quickly grabbing a towel right as the Breakfast Bell rang.
When everyone assembled in the kitchen, Marcus announced that a bad thunderstorm was on its way.
As the six men ate, Grandpa set up a plan. Boys get anything out of the bunk house of value. There's them cots we used two years with that tornado down in the basement. As if to announce there was a storm, there was a thunderous clap not too far away. Timmy finished first, "Your delicious secret ingredient makes yer omelets taste so good." Grandpa smiled.
"Marcus get all valuables from the bunkhouse. Miguel and Timmy close up the barn, secure our horses, make sure they got plenty of hay, carrots and water. Get back to the basement before rainfall, heavy lightning or stay in the basement of the barn.
"That leaves my son and I," said Heath, "Lance and I will get the cots made up and clean the place up. A bolt of lightning streaked across the
Grandpa announced, "I'll get food and snacks, Marcus don't forget the pot, whiskey and the bong. We'll all meet in the cellar. Move yer asses!"
When Heath and Lance went down to cellar, he turned to his son with a serious expression.
"In the shower you went into a panic because you popped a boner and were embarrassed but what you didn't see .... was my boner." Heath leaned in and kissed Lance, sinking his tongue deeply into his son's mouth. Heath swiped his hand over Lance's big hardon.
Then he put his son's hand on his own crotch.
"Gee, Dad you're dick is as hard as granite."
Heath got on his knees, unzipped his son's jeans , pulled down his Fruit of the Loom undershorts and inhaled his son's cock. The kid's cock felt so good in his mouth. Heath sucked Lance's big dick like a streetwalker and sure enough the young man unleashed a torrent of hot boy cum splashing on his face. "I want you to ... for you to make me, Daddy." Another crash of thunder.
"I want that too. You straighten up this place while I bring out the cots and bedding."
In the faded red and white Barn After Miguel and Timmy looked after the horses
