Making the Rounds

Aiden pulled the mower into the barn and killed the engine. He sat for a minute, for riding the vibrating, noisy mower for over two hours tired him more than driving a tractor all day. There was five acres around the house and barn, and at least an acre around their fishpond. The latter took time, the first round along the water’s edge being a very slow run as he had to be careful not to let the mower slide into it. The last thing he had to mow was the ditch and shoulder of the highway along their property.

He looked at his arms, then each pant leg noting how he was covered in debris and dirt. He needed a shower, but a tug at his cock and he had other ideas.

Climbing off the big mower, he stretched and twisted his back, then looked out in the garden where his father was tending to the tomato plants. He stood still, feeling his masculine form within his clothes. His filthy t-shirt loose around his lean torso, jeans worn and soft and hanging from his hips. He tugged his cock again, feeling aroused. An arousal he needed to take measures to address. He walked out of the barn and crossed the yard until at the edge of the garden.

“Dad, I’m going to make a round of the fields,” said Aiden.

Mr. Matthews stood up and looked over at his son.

“I went two days ago but go ahead. Let me know if you see anything,” he replied.

“Okay.”

Aiden strolled to his truck, an old Ford he got from his grandfather when he bought a new one. It was a 2000 model, white with four-wheel drive. He had put a small lift kit on it and slightly larger tires. He also put a push bar on front just because he liked the look of it. Using his cap, he knocked the worst of the grass debris and dirt from his jeans and t-shirt, then climbed into his truck. 

At the end of the drive, he turned right instead of left. Most of their fields were to the north, but he headed south where there were only two fields. But it wasn’t the fields that interested him.  He drove down the long straight of Sheffield Lane, the old slag road potholed and broken along its edge. He passed a stand of pine, then came to their field on his left, and on his right, the Simmons’ field. Their field had wheat drying back but the Simmons’ field had been left to sit over the winter, and on the far end he saw a tractor pulling a disc across it, preparing for planting of soybeans.

There was little dust being kicked up, the soil having enough moisture to prevent it. The tractor came to the field’s edge. Slowed, lifted the disc, and turned. As it straightened, the disc lowered, and black smoke was pumped into the air from the exhaust for a couple of seconds. Aiden knew the maneuver, every step of it having done it himself so many times, down to the throttling back up to speed. He eased along the road as the tractor crossed the field in the opposite direction. As they passed, he saw it was Casey, and he smiled at his good fortune.

At the far end of the field, Aiden turned into the lane that passed through a wide opening, the gates long since removed, and eased along the rough lane that hugged the tree line. Once he was near the place Casey would be turning again, he stopped and waited.

The tractor turned at the opposite side, straightened up as the disc lowered and once again smoke shot out of the exhaust as the throttle was pushed back to full. Aiden watched the tractor make its way across the field, far too slow for his current state. He was aroused just thinking about Casey sucking his cock. He tugged at the crotch of his jeans and manipulated his cock into a comfortable position, feeling it grow hard. He pictured Casey with his lanky build and brown hair cut close to the scalp. The green eyes and thin lips, curved in a mischievous smile most of the time, or maybe it was something only for him. Casey was about his height, but lighter in frame, and at eighteen, a year younger.

Aiden thought of their first time, and the fluke of it. He had gone down the old logging road one Saturday, just curious to see if he could make it to the river. There had been times he thought about turning around, for the old trail, not a road really, had mudholes that were deeper than he was comfortable fording. But he kept going, and when he came to the small clearing near the river where a logging camp once existed, he saw the old Cherokee parked in it. He recognized it as belonging to Casey.

They had sat on the bank talking for a long time, but at some point, he took a chance. Casey had been as horny as he had been. The thick tube of flesh snaking down one thigh spoke of it, and when he dared to reach over and touch it, he found a hand on his own growing erection.

The tractor came to the side of the field and stopped. The engine shut down as Aiden climbed out of his truck, moving to the front. He leaned against the grille and watched Casey fumbling around in the cab, then swing the door open. He stepped out to the small landing and stood, looking taller from the elevated height.

“Aiden, you nasty fuck, what are you doing here?”

“Just out making a round.”

“Of your fields, or…”

Aiden laughed, shaking his head.

“What do you think?” Aiden asked.

Aiden looked at Casey, the lanky body in the loose-fitting jeans and the shirt with its sleeves ripped off revealing arms that were long and lean.  The dirty ballcap pulled down low and its bill sharply curved. Aiden knew it was from Casey putting in his back pocket folded in half. He saw Casey tug on his crotch and realized thick cock lay to one side. Casey had been thinking of him waiting at the field’s edge and he smiled up at him. He watched Casey go down to the one step then hop down to the ground. As he stood up straight, he watched Casey undoing the buttons of his shirt while closing the distance between them. He tugged his t-shirt off, tossing it on the hood of his truck, then began to undo his jeans as Casey, with shirt open down the front, did the same.

“Come over here and suck my cock,” Aiden taunted as he pushed his jeans and boxers below his nut sac freeing his cock.

Casey pushed his jeans and boxer-briefs down until just above the knees, hobbling him for the last two steps. He went to his knees right in front of Aiden and took him in his mouth. There was no toying with it, no tongue play, or intimate touches with lips. Casey knew the score. Neither of them had time for such intimacy. Aiden was here for sex. Casey was always ready for sex, so he sucked. He pushed his head forward until his nose pressed into pubic hair. He worked his mouth back and forth on the thick cock until drooling around it with salvia dripping form his chin. He moaned and made slurping noises as he let the sense of urgency push him.

“Fuck…I’m close,” Aiden exclaimed as he pushed Casey off his cock. “Get to your feet.”

Casey wobbly climbed to his feet. His jeans and boxer-briefs fell to his ankles revealing his long lean legs and round firm ass. He turned to Aiden’s truck and leaned on it, hands on the hood.

“Stick me. Come on, you son of bitch, stick me,” Casey uttered as he held his head down until resting his forehead on the hood.

Aiden moved behind Casey, rubbed his wet slick cock over the ass cheeks, then he rubbed along the cleft between them.

“Spread ‘em,” Aiden uttered.

Casey reached back and spread his ass as he held his head down.

Aiden pushed his cock down and rubbed it over the tight opening. He rubbed until it was wet and slick, and he felt Casey pushing back. He put the head to the tight opening and pushed, feeling the squeeze as he penetrated him. Casey shuddered with his penetration, then pushed back again. He kept pushing slowly while watching his cock disappear inside him. He pushed until over halfway, then he held the narrow waist and tugged outward, slowly, letting Casey feel every inch. He began to fuck, slowly, letting Casey loosen to his penetration. Gradually, he increased his pace until in a smooth rhythm. He thrust into Casey’s depths, going deeper and deeper. His pace increased as his arousal grew. Soon, the sound of flesh smacking flesh drowned out the moans and grunts coming from them both.

Casey put his hands back to the hood bracing himself as Aiden hammered his insides. Each thrust into his depths rocked him. It made his cock flop between his thighs. It aroused him to the point his was leaking.

“Fuck me…fuck me,” Casey uttered.

Aiden leaned over Casey, pressing his chest and stomach to the long lean back, and he kept fucking, grinding hips against ass when buried all the way inside of him. He reached around and took the leaking cock and stroked it. He thrust into Casey’s depths while stroking the slick cock.

Casey came first, spraying cum into the grille of his truck. Aiden felt him shudder and jerk beneath him with each ejaculation. He stroked the flexing cock and jammed his cock into the depths of Casey’s hole, over and over until he too, came.

The tractor had turned and was heading back across the field as Aiden turned around in the edge of the field. His heart was still beating rapidly, but he had taken the time to wipe off his cock and get his clothes back in place. He pictured the cum on the grille of his truck and grinned at how he left it to dry. He pictured Casey, shirt still open, stroll back to the tractor and climb back into the cab. Making his way back to the highway, he moved the mirror on his door until he could see the tractor making its way across the field.

Aiden drove south until he came to the end of the road where it intersected with Highway 32. He turned east and eased along the road until at the drive that turned back to the south. A white mailbox sat by the gravel drive that went straight back between two fields. A fence lined each side giving it a formality most farms in the area lacked. At the end of the drive, the two-story white farmhouse sat dead center. He drove up to the house, taking the drive that would circle around to the back and down to the barn. He saw Mrs. Hayes car was gone, knowing she would be at the elevator where she worked in accounting. He eased along the smooth gravel drive, past a garden, chicken coup, and a small storage shed that held all their garden tools and lawn mower.

Aiden was taking a chance, wondering if Mr. Hayes was around, or if he would get lucky and find Spencer alone. The Hayes had more acreage over in Caryville and therefore were there more often than around Hatchbend, their small community of farms, one general store, two churches, and a volunteer fire department that covered far too much area for the equipment and volunteers they had on hand. He knew Spencer was responsible for the cows they kept on pasture at the back of their property, so he hoped to catch him there.

Aiden drove past the barn and down the lane as it cut across the rolling land. Near the back he saw the other barn, the one for the cows, but there was no Chevy truck parked around it. He felt his disappointment, for it appeared Spencer was not around. He drove on down to the barn, pulling around to the side so he could look across the pasture. He smiled as the pasture came into view. A silver Chevy truck was pulling across the pasture, a few cows following it. It was heading toward the barn, so the cows were anticipating being fed again.

Aiden waited, thinking about Spencer. He found him an anomaly compared to the other guys he hooked up with. He knew his preference was for tall and lean, but Spencer was short and stocky. A footballer’s build, which made sense when he considered Spencer having been a lineman on their high school team. Spencer was muscular, still lifting weights all the time, and he was more mature in appearance. With jet black hair and able to grow a full beard, often going around with a five o’clock shadow, he looked older than his twenty-one. And Aiden knew hidden within the shirts he wore was a mat of chest hair. He felt his palms tingle at the memory of his hands running over it.

The other thing about Spencer that Aiden found a bit amusing was how Spencer was obviously bi-sexual. The other guys made no pretense at being straight, not going out with any women, but Spencer dated regularly. Aiden knew he was dating someone from Shady Grove, had been for a month or so, but it didn’t stop Spencer from wanting sex with him.

He watched the truck move toward him and when it was close, he climbed out going to the gate to help him get through it. As Spencer drew near, he opened the gate. Spencer eased through giving him a wave and a smile, and he quickly closed it behind him to keep the cows from getting out.

“Hey, Aiden,” Spencer called out as he climbed out of his truck.

“Hey, man. Your dad around?”

Spencer laughed, shaking his head.

“No, he’s in Caryville getting one field ready to plant beans,” Spencer replied, referring to soybeans.

“You want to mess around,” Aiden asked.

Aiden felt his renewed arousal. Spencer was dressed in the familiar attire of farm boys. Jeans and plaid shirt, the top buttons undone revealing a bit of chest hair, and light cream-colored boots that looked more brown than cream from walking the fields and pasture. There was nothing special about the clothing, but the way it fit the muscular body, the way the jeans bulged in the crotch, and Spencer blatantly adjusting his cock, spoke of his sexuality. There was something so masculine about Spencer, it made Aiden’s heart rate increase. It also made his cock stir with his desire.

Spencer lowered the tailgate and leaned against it, looking at Aiden. He tugged on his cock, manipulated it until it was obvious how it lay within the confines of the jeans.

“Hell yeah, come over here and fuck me,” Spencer exclaimed, grinning foolishly.

Once again Aiden was tugging off his filthy t-shirt and tossing it on the hood of his truck. He moved to Spencer while undoing his jeans. He jumped on one foot while taking off one boot, then repeated with the other foot. He tugged his jeans down and off, tossing them on the ground, then pushed boxers down until they fell around his ankles, and he was able to step out of them, naked, cock hard and  erect.  He came up to Spencer running one hand up the chest while cupping him by the neck, bringing their lips together.

Unlike sex with Casey, there was no rush this time. He would take his time, make it last as long as he could. His hand went over the shirt until fingers finally touched bare skin. He leaned back to undo buttons and realized Spencer’s shirt was snaps in lieu of buttons. He smiled as he tugged the shirt open, one snap pulling apart after the next until the hairy chest came into view. He slipped it down the arms and off, then squatted in front of him and worked the jeans undone. He got one boot off then the other. With the jeans spread open revealing red boxers, he buried his face in them, mouthing the base of Spencer’s cock. He worked his face into the jeans, rooting around in search of the head of it. He tongued it, mouthed it until the boxers were wet and Spencer was pushing his head back.

“Let me…get out of…fuck…” Spencer stammered as he struggled to get his jeans and boxers off, rushing too much, getting one leg hung up.

Once Spencer stood naked, cock sticking out rock hard. Aiden took it in hand and stroked watching how the manipulation made Spencer close his eyes and moan. A hand on the chest and Spencer moved up on the tailgate. Another push and he was on his back, feet propped on the edge of the tailgate. With the knees up and legs spread, it spread his ass, opened him for Aiden’s manipulation. Aiden didn’t hesitate to toy with the tight puckered opening. He rubbed it with spit-soaked fingers, then pushed one finger, then two, and finally three into him. He fucked them through the tightness, then twisted them around loosening Spencer, preparing him for his thicker cock.

“You want me?” Aiden asked.

“Yes...fuck Aiden, do it. Fuck me,” Spencer pleaded.

Aiden put his cock to the slick and stretched opening and pushed through it. He pushed and pushed until hips pressed tightly to the spread ass. Spencer liked to be fucked; fucked hard and deep. Fingers dug into his thighs as he pulled the legs over his shoulders, feeling the hairy calves against his smooth chest, and he began to fuck. He tugged outward until the head nearly slipped free, then he drove back in, all the way. He was soon fucking in a steady rhythm, swinging his hips, driving cock into Spencer’s depths.

“Take me…goddammit, take me,” Aiden uttered as hips smacked against ass.

Aiden watched Spencer stroke his cock, hand moving slowly at first but as he hammered his own cock inside Spencer’s depth, the hand moved faster and faster.

The sun was hot against their bodies and with their exertions, both sweated. Legs moved slicky against Aiden’s chest, and he felt sweat trickle down his face and chest. Spencer lay before him, skin glistening in the bright sunlight. His cock moved though Spencer’s opening with ease. Then he felt it, and he knew Spencer was about to slip a finger next to his cock. It would tighten the opening around it. The finger rubbed around the opening and his thrusting cock, then it pushed in next to it.

“Fuck…Spencer…” Aiden cried out as he slammed his hips against the spread ass.

“OH, oh…Aiden don’t stop. Harder. Harder. Fuck me…harder,” Spencer cried out.

Aiden hammered his cock into Spencer’s depths, over and over, until his eyes burned with sweat and his muscles burned with their exertions. He wiped sweat from his eyes in time to see Spencer arc his back and cry out. Cum spurt in thick wads from his cock and Aiden watched it splatter over Spencer’s face, neck, and chest. He saw the last dribble out and smeared by the hand still stroking madly at it. He felt the opening spasm around his cock. It was too much. He slammed his hips against the spread ass and kept jamming his hips against it as he filled Spencer with his load.

The outdoor showers on the side of the barn had been Spencer’s idea, a means of cleaning up before going to the house. But Aiden knew, as he felt Spencer’s hands run over his back and ass, the shower had been used far more often of late for the two of them to mess around under it, or as the case this time, to clean up afterward. He turned to Spencer and smiled at him.

“Thanks,” Aiden uttered.

Spencer smiled shyly, blushing red, then he looked up at Aiden.

“I’m glad you came over. I was feeling a bit…”

“Horny?”

“I was going to say lonely.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I…well, I broke it off with Lisa. She was getting all weird about wanting a ring, talking of marriage and…”

“And you’re not ready.”

“And I’m not sure she is the one.”

“Maybe you want to marry me instead?” Aiden asked, stifling a smile.

A playful punch to the shoulder and a shake of the head, Spencer laughed.

“Hell no. I’m not marrying your cheating ass,” Spencer joked.

“Hey, I’d be the most faithful husband a man could ask for.”

“Right. But seriously, I want…a wife, children…you know? I enjoy our sex, but it isn’t…”

“Fulfilling?”

“Yeah.”

“I get it. You know Wanda likes you.”

“Wanda Harris?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Call her. I know she’d like to go out with you.”

Spencer nodded his head and Aiden could see the gears spinning with the idea of calling her.

“Hey, I’ve got to go,” said Aiden stepping out from under the shower.

“I need to get dressed and back to work. I need to bushhog around the fields.”

Aiden sat at the end of the Hayes’ drive, debating on whether to turn left and go back home, or right and over to Coleman, the community where the high school was located and, of course, more farms. There was one farm in particular, Aiden had in mind. He thought of the Johnson farm, with their hogs and fields, and two border collies that had free roam of the place. And he thought of Taylor Johnson. Former classmate, tall, over six three, with dirty blonde hair, a goatee, tattoos down one arm and earrings in each ear, and the darkest, sexiest brown eyes. Taylor had been referred to as alternative by others in their school. A farm boy too smart to be here, reading all the time and talking about things that didn’t interest most. Aiden thought of the music Taylor played when they were riding around together. Stuff no radio station he knew of would ever play.

Twenty to twenty-five minutes.

That was how long it would take to drive to Taylor’s place. He wasn’t sure he would be there, but he knew the chances were greater that he would be. Taylor had begun to do vegetable crops for the farmer’s markets and restaurants in the region. He had talked of sustainable farming and field to table farming and so many other aspects that Taylor’s father gave up on talking him out of it and let him do it. Most of their land was on the south side of Highway 32, but across the road they had a forty-acre lot that was perfect for Taylor’s needs. A section in woods and a fishpond at the back of it for emergency irrigation for the remaining acreage in cultivation.

Despite sex with Casey, then Spencer, Aiden felt his cock stir again. He imagined the sex with Taylor, the long legs and arms that seemed to be all around him when they fucked. The long lean body that would move and undulate beneath him. He felt a renewed arousal, a want that needed filling. He turned right and eased down the road. He took this time, letting his mind play out their past sex and those moments when there was an intimacy between them lacking with Casey and Spencer. He sometimes thought about how he wanted more with Taylor. How he wished Taylor were more committed to him. But Taylor seemed too preoccupied on getting his farming operation going.

The silo and barn came into view up ahead on the right. Aiden knew the house was hidden among the trees between the barn and highway. He slowed as he came the drive on his left, then eased on the rough dirt lane that passed by two large oaks, then out into the field, splitting it down the middle. He saw the staked tomato plants, the okra getting tall, and rows of beans, squash, peppers, and beets. Spread out over the field on the right was watermelon, cantaloupe, and cucumber. Aiden glanced at each section of plants recognizing them immediately, but what really captured his attention was the blue Ford truck parked down by the pond.

Aiden sped up, heading to the pond. He passed through the fields and by the new barn. It was a prefab metal structure with white panels reflecting the sunlight. He slowed as he moved down the sloping grade to the pond.  He parked next to the blue Ford, looking around for Taylor.

“Where is he?” Aiden mumbled to himself.

Then he saw a cane pole rise in the air, the line moving back away from the pond, then the pole moved forward flicking the line back out over the water. He smiled as he climbed out. The pond sat down in a basin, an earthen dam on the far side. When he came to the place where the grade dropped dramatically, he saw Taylor sitting on the bank of the pond.

Taylor looked back and smiled.

“Hey, what are doing here?”

“I was just knocking around and thought I would see what you were up to.”

“Grab a pole. They’re in the back of the truck.”

“Okay,” Aiden replied, moving to Taylor’s truck.

In the bed lay two cane poles and one rod and reel. He picked up a cane pole and headed down to the pond, undoing the line as he went.

“Catching anything?”

“Yes,” Taylor replied in a whisper.

Aiden knew these fishponds. They were finicky, fish biting one minute then not the next. And when the water was calm, slick as glass, not at all. It was why he was glad to see the surface rippled by the wind. Quietly, he eased down on the bank about fifteen feet away from Taylor.

“Bait?” Aiden asked looking over at Taylor.

Long legs stretched out in front of him, Taylor seemed to take up far more space than his lean body would seem capable. He needed a shave for the beard was coming in along the jaw, blending in with the goatee. Pushed up and back, the ballcap was perched unevenly on his head revealing the long wavy dirty blonde hair. Eyes moving down, Aiden looked at the long neck, the long arms, the left one covered in tattoos. He knew among the images were Solon, someone from ancient history he knew little, but Taylor went on and on about him being important. And there was Aristotle, whom he had heard. There was a ribbon winding through the images along the arm with the names Locke, Penn, Rousseau, Paine, and along the wrist another name he didn’t know: Roger Sherman. And among the ribbon and names were symbols, some he knew such as the scale for justice, but others he didn’t recognize.

Taylor was a radical to a lot of people in the community, but to Aiden, he was the smartest, most empathic person he knew. It made his feelings for him take on a level that caused him to be breathless. He looked at him now, holding something out toward him, and wondered how far he would go for him.

“Aiden? Aiden, where is your head at? Take this,” said Taylor, holding out a cup with worms in it.

“OH, sorry,” Aiden replied, taking the cup.

They fished for nearly an hour, adding to Taylor’s catch until the bottom of the cooler was covered in fish.

“That’s enough. Mom wanted enough for dinner tonight. Travis and Sara are coming over,” said Taylor, referring to his older brother and his wife.

“Okay,” said Aiden as he pulled up his line and began to wrap it around the pole. From the corner of his eye, he saw Taylor doing the same, wondering if Taylor was too preoccupied with things to want to mess around.  He would find out in a minute once everything was loaded up in Taylor’s truck.

Taylor took Aiden’s pole, putting it with the others in the bed, then he lifted the cooler over the side putting it with them.

“What are you doing now?” Aiden asked.

Taylor looked around grinning.

“So, that is why you came over.”

“You want me to leave?”

“No, of course not. I’m glad you’re here.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

Aiden moved to Taylor, stretching upward with eyes closed. A hand held him by the neck, then lips touched his own. He opened his mouth to them, feeling them do the same. Taylor pressed against his body and suddenly he felt a renewed arousal. His cock stirred as Taylor pressed against it.

“Come on, let’s go up to the barn,” said Taylor after he pulled back.

Aiden followed Taylor back to the barn, then he followed him to the large vertical coiling door. He watched Taylor at the wall switch, then the door rise. Light poured into the barn, and he followed Taylor inside, their shadows stretched out in front of them. He saw the familiar John Deere tractor and sitting behind it, a few implements. Along the right wall the work bench and shelving holding tools and gardening supplies. To his left he saw the trailer and behind it something new. A sitting area, complete with a futon, two side chairs, and side tables, all facing a large flat screen mounted on a swinging arm off one of the purlins.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a place for me to get out of the house. It’s my…” Taylor shook his head then looked back at Aiden grinning, “It’s my man cave. Damn I hate that term.”

Aiden looked over the area, noticing a refrigerator and sink along the back wall, and to the side the small bathroom Taylor has constructed with the barn.

“It’s a nice set up,” said Aiden.

Aiden felt Taylor move up behind him, so close he thought he could feel hot exhales on the back of his head. Hands took him by the waist, then lips touched his neck. Head leaned back, he moaned, then he turned to face Taylor. He undid the buttons of his shirt, working down until it fell open. Taylor slipped it from his shoulders letting it drop on the concrete floor. Aiden ran a hand up the long lean torso. He felt the hard stomach, the edge of the ribs then the sternum. The skin was naturally dark, smooth, and firm to his touch. He rubbed across the chest feeling the hard nub of the nipples. Then he leaned to the right one, putting his lips over it sucking at it. He worked his tongue over the hard nub feeling the chest push out and Taylor shiver with his manipulation. He moved to the other nipple and as he manipulated it, he tugged the button loose on Taylor’s jeans. The zipper pulled down he buried his hand down in them feeling the growing cock within. He slipped his hand underneath the boxers, feeling bare flesh, pubic hair, then the hardening cock. He toyed with it, fingered the head making Taylor moan and shudder against his mouth.

The jeans slipped downward along with the boxers, and Aiden looked down to see Taylor pushing them down. When they fell around the ankles, Taylor struggled to kick off his sneakers. Aiden stooped and helped free each foot. He lay each sneaker aside and helped Taylor out of the jeans and boxers, then he rose as he dropped onto his knees. With hands raking up each leg, he moved to the cock hanging heavy over its sac. He took the head in his mouth and rose until it filled his mouth.

“Oh, Aiden,” Taylor uttered.

Aiden worked his mouth on the hardening cock until he couldn’t hold all of it in his mouth. He sucked on the head feeling it flex and flare wide on his tongue. He tongued the shaft down the to the base, then dragged it over the loose sac. When he went back to Taylor’s cock, he slipped his hands around the narrow waist and slid fingers down between the ass cheeks. He sucked cock and toyed with Taylor’s opening. He rubbed a finger over it, then penetrated it. He pushed his head forward as far as he could, taking nearly every inch of cock as he penetrated Taylor with two fingers, then three. There was a slow pumping of hips, then a shudder as he twisted his fingers in the tight opening.

“Fuck, Aiden get up,” Taylor exclaimed, roughly pulling him to his feet.

Taylor tugged the t-shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly across the room. He helped Aiden get out of his boots, removed each sock, then he worked the jeans down and off. Aiden in just boxers, Taylor leaned into the crotch and mouthed the hard cock within. Over the head and down the shaft, Taylor mouthed it until Aiden was pushing against the mouth. Taylor looked up, eyes glassy, as he tugged the boxers down.

“Fuck me,” Taylor uttered.

“Yes,” Aiden replied as he stepped out of his boxers, guided Taylor to his feet, then over to the futon. Taylor flipped the back down, making it a bed. He lay back on it and held his legs behind the knees, pulled back and spread open for Aiden.

“Come on Aiden, please,” Taylor uttered.

Aiden moved with only one thought in mind. He didn’t think about the open barn door, or how Mr. Johnson could show up at any time. He lost sight of his surroundings, only Taylor laying prone, legs spread wide, held his attention. Aiden moved onto the futon, shifted up close on his knees, and put his cock to the loosened opening. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed until Taylor had every inch of his cock. He ground his hips against the spread ass wishing he could penetrate him even more.

He took each leg behind the knee and pushed down, folding the long lean body in half, while he moved over it. He held himself up while pushing each leg into the futon next to Taylor’s torso. Taylor was laying back, arms stretched out over his head, and a slow moan escaped from his open mouth. He leaned down and kissed him, then with head held up, began to fuck. He tugged cock upward, then slammed it back in, over and over. He fucked with a need, a desire that sometimes scared him to think back on it. He fucked with a physicality that strained every muscle. The futon squeaked and screeched across the floor.

“Fuck. Aiden, fuck me, fuck me,” Taylor pleaded.

Aiden thrust into Taylor’s depths, hips bouncing off the upturned ass. Over and over, he slammed down into him. His muscles burned and felt like his body was on fire. Sweat rained down on Taylor and he heaved for breath.

A hand rubbed down his chest. The touch was hot and its movement down his wet skin stroked his arousal. He wanted to cum. He felt the surge of release, the tightening of muscle…the gasping for air.

“Aiden,” Taylor uttered.

Aiden came. He jerked and shook, jamming cock into the depths of Taylor’s ass, pumping out wad after wad. The he slowed, worked his spurting cock outward then back in gently, savoring the feel of it.

Aiden collapsed on top of Taylor, heaving for breath. He moved over him, nestled his face into the crook of Taylor’s neck, kissed the hot skin, nipped at the earlobe, then he whispered into the ear.

“Do me.”

Taylor pushed Aiden to move, got him on hands and knees on the futon while he stood beside it. He moved up behind Aiden, kicking his legs apart.

Aiden dropped down resting head and shoulders on the futon while reaching back spreading his ass. He opened himself to Taylor, holding his cheeks apart exposing his opening.

Taylor rubbed his leaking cock over it. Up and down the ass, he rubbed until it was wet with his slick.

“Taylor, stick me. Put it in me…please,” Aiden begged.

Taylor pressed against the tight opening until it stretched open. Aiden cried out as Taylor penetrated him, pushing the head of his cock through the tightness. He kept pushing, inch after inch, until halfway inside him, then he began to fuck. A tug outward, then the push back in, over and over, going deeper and deeper. Taylor fucked Aiden, drove into his depths until his hips were finally smacking against the spread ass, then he fucked harder.

Then he slowed, eased his cock outward until nearly slipping free, then he eased back into Aiden while leaning over and laying against the hot slick back. He moved slickly over Aiden, grinding cock into his depths. He fucked and fucked, body undulating in a primitive manner. Animalistic, hungry, Taylor moved with only one focus. As Aiden cried out and begged him to fuck harder, he moved within him. Pushed inward until his hips were tight against the spread ass. It increased his arousal, drove him to want release. He raised up off Aiden and held the narrow waist in a tight grip and began to fuck with a brutal pace. He hammered cock inside of Aiden until at the point of release. He shuddered, then jammed his cock all the way inside Aiden and came.

Aiden came out of the bathroom toweling dry with Taylor behind him doing the same. They crossed the room, picking up their clothes, putting them on as they went. Aiden smiled to himself at the silliness of putting on his dirty clothes for the second time after a shower. But he was sated; his physical desires fulfilled. He looked over at Taylor walking to the garage door and wondered if he could ever have more than this. Taylor stopped in the door and looked out across the fields.

“I love this time of day. The heat that just hangs in the air and the sun still high in the sky,” said Taylor.

“Hey, you want to, maybe, like…go out for dinner this weekend?” asked Aiden.

Taylor turned to him.

“Like a date?”

“Yeah, like a date.”

“But I thought…don’t you see other boys?”

Aiden was taken aback, surprised Taylor knew.

“Is this more than just sex to you?” Taylor asked turning in the door opening. He fell into shadow, a silhouette with the sun behind him.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“If you’d let it.”

“I just thought…” Taylor began, then fell silent.

Aiden hated it when Taylor did this. The silence that seemed to say so much, and yet he had no idea what. He wanted Taylor to open up to him. He knew he should be more forthright, but he was scared to say more thinking it would ruin everything. What if Taylor just wanted the sex, the occasional visit during the week, then to have his man cave to himself.

“I need to get home,” said Aiden heading toward the door. He walked past Taylor, seeing the eyes follow him. He walked at a brisk pace to his truck and climbed in. He started the engine and looked up to see Taylor still standing in the door watching him. “Come on, asshole, ask me to stay. Tell me not to leave yet. Come on,” he uttered to himself as he stared at Taylor. Then he put the truck into drive and pulled away.

Will Aiden confess to Taylor, or will he continue to just satisfy his physical needs, allowing his emotional needs to languish?

 And how will Taylor respond, if Aiden does make his confession?