On any particular day...

Bobby ran his hand over the back, the sweaty skin slick to his touch. He felt its heat and the slight undulation with Jackson’s breathing. He raked his hand downward till it followed the curve of Jackson’s left cheek. Firm, the skin smooth, he followed its curvature down to the back of the thigh. Soft hairs covered it and he watched them lay matted down in the direction of his hand movement. Leaning over he kissed the back of Jackson’s neck letting his nose nestle into the dark hair, damp with sweat from their earlier exertions. He smelled the masculine scent, mixed with the smell of their sex, the odor of cum that was smeared on his chest and stomach. Sticking out his tongue he tasted the salty skin and he nipped at it lightly making Jackson shiver.

“Bobby…please” Jackson begged as he shifted around looking over his shoulder.

Bobby saw the familiar emerald green eyes and the thin arched eyebrows, the slightly upturned nose and the shape of the lips, slightly parted revealing teeth that were not perfect, two slightly out of alignment. Twisting around he kissed Jackson, gently, softly, lips pressing together tongues dueling. He slid his hand up Jackson’s thigh and over the left cheek letting his fingers push down between them. He felt the wet opening, slick with his last load, and he pushed into it. Jackson moaned into his mouth.

Bobby shifted over, using his hands to guide Jackson over, getting him on his back. He moved on him, slipped between his legs feeling them wrap around his waist. Jackson reached between them and took his newly erect cock and aimed it at the slick opening. He pushed, slipping inside and he kept pushing till his cock was all the way into Jackson’s depths.

Bobby lay on Jackson, felt the heat of his body against his own. The sweat slick skin let him slip easily over him, rubbing their torsos together as he ground his hips against Jackson’s ass trying to push even deeper. He kissed along Jackson’s jaw, over the neck till he could tongue the ear. He followed its curvature with his tongue as he blindly searched for Jackson’s hands.

Pinning each hand down over Jackson’s head he rose over him feeling the cool air hit his stomach and chest. He raised his hips, slowly, pulling inch after inch outward feeling the tight opening milk his cock. He pulled up till his cock slipped free, then he pushed back in, slowly, all the way so he could feel every inch slide back into the heat of Jackson’s hole.

Bobby heard Jackson’s voice, the pleading tone of it and he pulled outward and shoved back in as he realized what Jackson was saying.

“Fuck me. Fuck me Bobby…please.”

Opening his eyes, he looked down at the prone body beneath him, the long torso, covered in wheat straw, sweat, dirt and his cum. It was so familiar to him. Had been for years. The nickel sized nipples that protruded out hard, the tone of the skin and the inward navel with a few hairs around it. Further down the fan of pubic hair and the hard cock that was leaking again, the clear liquid pooling on Jackson’s stomach. He thrust harder into Jackson, felt his hips bump roughly against him as he increased his pace. He piston his cock inside of Jackson, feeling the slick hole stroke him, increasing his arousal.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Jackson’s drooling cock and how he loved the taste of it. He pulled free and slipped downward till resting between Jackson’s legs. Holding up Jackson’s  erection he licked the head clean then leaned down to the stomach. Dragging his tongue across the skin he tasted Jackson’s cum, his own cum and the sweet nectar of Jackson’s cock. He licked the skin clean.

Sitting up he took each of Jackson’s legs and guided him to flip over. He moved over him again sinking his cock back into the tight hole pushing inward till his hips pressed firmly against Jackson’s ass. He began to fuck, no longer able to deny his aroused state.

Lying on Jackson letting him feel the full weight of another man, he thrust into his depths while wrapping an arm around his neck. He bear hugged him, held him tight, pinning him on the dirt floor of the old barn. It was their place, away from prying eyes, where the smells reminded them of their lives on the farm. They had their own houses, places with warm beds and bathrooms close by to clean up. But it was here, in this barn that they felt the lust of their desires, a place where they first explored the other.

Jackson moved underneath Bobby, pushed up with want, trying to make the penetration deeper. He pumped his own cock through the dry powdery dirt working his body to feel the pleasure of their fuck. Bobby nipped his shoulder then back of the neck and the pain of the bite, the pleasure of it, sent shivers down his spine.

“Fuck…Bobby…fuck me” Jackson uttered.

Bobby increased his pace, his rhythm rough, pushing inward harder and harder. Jackson knew he was close, real close and he moved beneath him with greater intensity. Jackson pushed upward with his hips as Bobby slammed down. It didn’t take long, and Bobby was hugging their bodies together tighter as he jammed his cock into Jackson’s depth, his cock flexing with each ejaculation till he was spent.

Bobby rolled onto his back still breathing hard. Jackson rolled over revealing his own wet and dirty cock. Cum and dirt covered the head and his stomach. They looked at each other, knowingly, smiling at how once again they had stopped their work and messed around in the old barn.

“Let’s go shower off and see if we can get the plows put back on the cultivator” said Bobby as he stood holding out a hand to Jackson.

Bobby had installed an outdoor shower on the back of the barn, one he told himself was for cleaning up before going into the house since he could get so filthy out in the field. But more times than not, it was to clean up after sex, Jackson and he constantly at each other.

The shower ran cold, no hot water in the barn, and they shivered at first till they grew accustom to the temperature, it felt refreshing in the hot midday heat. They bathed each other, hands roaming over familiar bodies, knowing the other in some ways better than they knew themselves. Bobby thought about the first time they met, both so young at the time. So much had changed, their relationship progressed. Jackson moved up behind him, pushed him toward the wall where he braced him hands against it. He felt the old rough wood against his palms as fingers moved along his own ass, probed between his cheeks. They touched his opening, rubbed it then penetrated the tightness sinking into his depths.

He moaned with the pleasure of it as he pushed back on those fingers. He felt the kisses on his neck the ticklish sensation of tongue over his ear. He shuddered as Jackson whispered in his ear.

“My turn.”