“Goddamn.”
Junior uttered the profanity with a low voice, not wanting to be overhead. He knew his tone spoke more than the word, reflected what he was thinking. The thing he desired more than anything in the world. He looked at the sweaty, dirt-streaked upper body, the filthy jeans bulging in the crotch and curving tightly over the ass, and when an arm wiped the brow, the brown hair of the armpit reflecting the masculine nature of Cody Owen Reeve.
“Come on little brother, is that all you got,” Cody taunted Sawyer.
Sawyer looked over and smiled at Junior. He loved the physical nature of their wrestling despite his older brother having fifteen to twenty pounds on him and the more muscular body, one that Cody worked out to maintain. He had a nice body but nothing like Cody.
“Go on, you can take him,” said Junior, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the thought.
Junior looked at his best friend, someone his own age that had gone through grade school with him. Sawyer was as attractive as Cody but being two years younger and not as interested in working out, had a leaner build. And a more boyish face compared to the more masculine features of Cody with his sideburns and five o’clock shadow. For years, Junior had made Sawyer the object of his desire. The one close to him. The one that was always by his side. He had known Sawyer wasn’t like him and never would be. He had known from the moment Sawyer first mentioned girls. Their difference was reinforced with every girl Sawyer flirted with or got to go out with him. Now that they were graduates of high school, one more thing separated them, currently in attitude, but in two weeks, physically, when Sawyer left for college.
It would leave him behind and he had fretted over it. Laid awake late into the night wondering what he would do when Sawyer left.
Sawyer charged his older brother, grabbing him around the waist trying to bring him down.
“You don’t have the leverage, little brother,” Cody taunted as he lifted Sawyer off his feet and spun around, taking the two of them down in the dirt. Cody moved swiftly, getting on top, pinning him face down on the ground.
Junior watched the two of them wrestling, bodies struggling with bulging muscles. He lusted after the two of them but of late, that lust was aimed at Cody more than Sawyer. Something changed between them over the summer. Cody had become more engaging with Sawyer and him, hung out with them more than in the past.
“Say uncle,” said Cody.
“No,” shouted Sawyer.
Junior watched Cody push Sawyer’s head down in the dirt as he twisted the right arm behind the back. Sawyer tried to push up and roll from Sawyer’s grasp, but Cody pushed him down harder. Junior watched, imagining it was him Cody was manhandling. It was him having his head pushed down in the dirt, then he imagined more. He imagined them naked, and Cody on his back, fucking him while holding him down. He adjusted his cock quickly for it pained him how it tried to stretch out in its confinement.
“Okay, okay, uncle. Dammit, Cody, let me up.”
Cody climbed off Sawyer and Junior looked at the filthy bodies desiring them to the point he was breathless. His eyes went back and forth, from one brother to the other, until he was focusing on Cody. It was Cody who would still be around when Sawyer left for college. It was Cody who was farming with his family as he was going to do with his own family. It was Cody who fueled his current nocturnal dreams of sex between two men.
“Come on, Junior, see if you can beat the bastard,” said Sawyer.
“What? No, there’s no way I—”
“Don’t be a pussy. Get your ass over her and wrestle him.”
“Come on, Junior, show me what you got,” said Cody.
Junior let an alterative meaning seep into his mind. Show Cody what you got he thought, picturing himself naked in front of Cody, cock hard with his desire for the older boy. Then he thought of the reality of it, of trying to wrestle Cody as sport and he tried to think of some excuse Cody and Sawyer would accept. He climbed to his feet and tugged off his T-shirt, knowing there was nothing to do except let Cody whip his ass. He revealed his lean muscular body, not from working out with weights like Cody, but from working on his family’s farm. He tossed his T-shirt over the camp chair wondering if he had a shot of taking Cody down. Looking at the muscular body, three inches taller than his five foot ten, and more than fifteen pounds heavier than his one hundred sixty-five.
“Come on, ya punk, try to take me,” taunted Cody, flexing both arms until biceps bulged. It was strutting. The top dog showing who was alpha. It was sexually arousing to a closeted gay boy of rural Jasper County.
Junior stood at the edge of the open dirt area Cody and Sawyer had been using as a wrestling ring and bent over, hands out. He was mimicking what he had seen on television and online, when watching college boys wrestle. He had watched to see how they were hung, with cocks visible through those ridiculous tights he wouldn’t be caught dead in. He had watched for how they grappled with each other while wondering what it was like to be handled by another guy like that. He looked at Cody, all bulging muscles and sweat cutting through dirt down the face and chest. He thought about the way the college boys wrestled, the moves they did on each other. One reaching out and grabbing the other behind the neck, pulling him closer as he tried to get the legs out from under him.
“Come on, Junior. Try to take me down,” taunted Cody.
Junior took a deep breath and charged Cody, picturing how he was going to do it. A hand on the back of the neck and the other pulling a leg out from under him. He reached out and suddenly hands were on him, and he was flipping in the air. He came down on his stomach and Cody was on top of him. He struggled to get free, pushing up enough to get off the ground. Hands held him tight trying to put him on his back. It was too much and he was glad he wasn’t wearing one of those wrestling outfits, all tight to the body, for he felt his cock stir with his arousal.
As Cody tried to flip him over, a hand went between his legs from his backside and cupped his crotch. It was tight on his cock and balls, and his cock responded to the touch. NO! he thought as he lost his concentration and suddenly, he was on his back, legs held up and shoulders pinned to the ground.
Sawyer was laughing as Cody climbed off him. He looked up, worried Cody was going to say something to embarrass him about getting an erection, but Cody just slapped at his jeans in a hopeless gesture of knocking off the dirt.
“Okay, guys, I’ve had enough of whipping your asses. Let’s go get cleaned up. I want to go into town for something to eat. You guys in?” said Cody.
“Yeah,” Junior replied, glad Cody wasn’t making an issue of him getting an erection.
“I can’t; I’ve got plans,” said Sawyer.
“What plans?” said Cody.
“I have a date.”
“You’re leaving in two weeks and…”
Cody sounded incredulous.
“Yes? Are you jealous?” It was now time for Sawyer to taunt Cody.
“Fuck off,” Cody replied jokingly, then he turned to Junior. “It’s just the two of us. Burgers at Stagecoach’s,” referring to the tavern in Hamilton, the town just to their north.
“Sounds good. Meet you there?”
“Naw, I’ll swing by and pick you up. Just give me about thirty minutes to shower and change.”
“Okay,” Junior replied, then he turned to Sawyer. “I’ll see you later.”
It’s just dinner.
Junior sat on the front porch, looking out for Cody. He was excited and terrified it was going to be just the two of them, Sawyer off on some date that would no doubt be another notch in his bedpost. He feared Cody bringing up their wrestling match and him getting an erection. Since there had not been any ribbing after their match, maybe Cody hadn’t noticed, too focused on pinning him to the ground. But what if Cody knew he got erect while being manhandled by him and there was some curiosity to pursue more. It was such a fantasy he scoffed aloud at the thought of it.
“Dumbass,” Junior uttered to himself.
He had put on his best jeans and a black T-shirt. Most wore white T-shirts, but he knew the black one looked better on him with his black hair and dark brown eyes. He stretched his legs out and leaned back against the wall, chair tilted on the back legs and watched for that old Dodge truck.
A pulpwood truck struggled past, the heavy load of pine logs had it nose up and engine revved to keep it moving. Mrs. Amerson drove by in her 85 Mustang, a car she had bought new when she was twenty years old. Neither had aged well in his estimation as he watched her motor by, swinging into the other lane to pass the pulpwood truck. He watched her pass the truck then pull back in front of it out of sight. Looking back the other way, he saw the familiar white Dodge approaching.
“About time,” he uttered, coming to his feet. He walked down the steps and along the cracked sidewalk to its end just before the open ditch where he waited on Cody to pull up. In the end of the walk, he saw his handprints, so small now, the hands of a five-year-old boy. The truck slowed, then pulled across the opposite lane and onto the shoulder.
Junior jumped the ditch and moved around to the passenger side. He pushed two empty soda bottles and a wadded up fast-food bag into the footwell and climbed in. “Let’s go,” he said as he buckled up.
“Do you know who that brother of mine is going out with?” said Cody as he pulled back onto the road and accelerated.
“No idea, which means he didn’t want me to know.”
“Willow Roberts.”
“Willow? You’re joking.”
“Nope. I overheard him talking to her on the phone.”
“Damn, he must be desperate.”
“Or she is.”
“What a hopeless situation.”
Cody laughed, making Junior do the same. Cody turned the radio up as an old song came on that they liked. The drumbeats filled the cabin as Cody drove them toward Hamilton.
They came to the town’s sign indicating they were now within its limits and its population was 8,634. Cody slowed with the traffic and Junior glanced over at the exposed arms once again. Cody wore a tank top that revealed them and the shoulders, and Junior did all he could not to stare at the upper body. Cody knew he was showing off, but Junior wanted to know who it was for. Was it for the girls they might run into at the Stagecoach, or could it be for him. Cody dressed in such a manner all the time, and Junior knew it was ridiculous to think it was for him.
When the road widened to four lanes, Cody stayed right with the slower traffic.
“Junior, why didn’t you go to college like Sawyer?” said Cody.
“I’m going to farm with dad and…my grades sucked. What about you? Did you consider it?”
“No. I wanted to farm with dad. Did you know we bought the Phillip’s place?”
“I heard you were at the auction.”
“It adds a little over three acres to our operation.”
“Did you get the fishpond, or did that stay with the house site?”
“We got it.”
“Nice.”
“You can come over and fish. You need to stop fishing in the creek. That water has got to be nasty.”
“It is. Sometimes you can smell it. I toss anything I catch back in.”
Cody slowed then turned into the parking lot of the Stagecoach Tavern. The front was made to look like an old saloon like those seen in old westerns, but the illusion was quickly destroyed by the pre-engineered building behind it with its metal panel side walls and metal roofing. The parking lot was over half full of SUVs, pickup trucks, and a few sedans or sports cars, and Cody slipped in between a Chevrolet pickup and a little grey sedan that Junior took no notice as he climbed out.
“I hope the wait isn’t too long,” said Cody, leading them to the front door.
Junior followed him into the tavern with its low lighting, exposed concrete floor and salvaged wood plank wall finish. There were rusted tin roofs over the booths along the side wall, a jukebox by the front door playing country music, and a bar along the back wall with every stool taken.
“Hey Cody, just the two of you?”
Junior turned to see Bonnie Parker coming toward them with menus in her hands. She had been in the year between them and Junior knew she had pursued Cody in school but as far as he knew, never successfully.
“Yes Bonnie. How’s it going?”
“Good. Did you know Tommy finally asked me to marry him?”
“No shit. Are you going to make an honest man out of him?” Cody joked as Bonnie checked the seating chart.
“Very funny. Where’s Sawyer?”
“On a date. I guess he needs to tap one more ass before leaving for college.”
“He does have a reputation. This way guys,” said Bonnie grabbing two rolled napkins around utensils then heading back across the dining room.
The waitress set their drinks on the table and went to the kitchen to put in their order. Junior took a drink as he looked at Cody. The exposed shoulders, the muscular arms, the five o’clock shadow, and the green eyes staring back.
“What is it?” said Cody.
“Nothing…I was just lost in thought,” Junior replied. Lost in thought of you fucking me, he admitted to himself.
“There’s Faith Henderson and oh shit, she’s with that asshole!”
Junior looked over to see who Cody was referring to as an asshole, and saw it was Billy McKinley. The main bully in Cody’s class, someone Cody had gotten into more than one fight with in eleventh and twelfth grades.
“I hear he works at the prison as a guard,” said Junior.
“He should be a prisoner instead of a guard.”
“Cody, have you closed on the Phillip’s place?”
“Last week.”
“Has someone bought the house?”
“I think so. Bubby Gibson said a couple from Albany bought it.”
“How does the fish pond look?” said Junior, really wanting to know when Cody would invite him over.
“A bit rough right now. I don’t know when it was bushhogged last. There are trees growing on the banks. I’m going down tomorrow to mow it all down.”
“Any signs of fish?”
Cody smiled and leaned forward. “Oh yeah, trout were circling it and something kept striking the surface on the end with the trees growing right at the water’s edge.”
Cody smiled. “What you want to know is when am I going to invite you over to fish.”
Junior felt his face flush warm, and he smiled at Cody. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You guess so,” Cody mocked. He sat back and looked at Junior with a hard stare. “Let me get it cleaned up and you can come over.”
A short silence settled over them and Junior looked away afraid Cody could read him.
“Are you guys planting wheat?” said Cody.
Junior looked at Cody glad of the innocent subject. “The hundred acres over in Washburn and the ninety acres in Bushy Creek, and I think dad wants to plant the field behind the fire tower too.”
“We’re going to plant about the same acreage.”
Their conversation drifted to what they knew best, their farms. The different field conditions, the expected weather for the coming weeks, and the current price of wheat and what the price was expected to be, come harvest time. During their conversation, food arrived and they settled into eating while talking.
For Junior it seemed like theater, this conversation of the mundane when there were other things he wanted to talk about. Did Cody feel his erection? He wanted to know, then feared finding out. Would Cody mess around with a guy if given the chance? Would he let someone give him a blowjob, or would he be willing to go further, like fuck a guy in the ass. And by guy, Junior meant himself in every way. The cocksucker on his knees, or the piece of ass, head held down, ass up, taking Cody’s fuck.
“I got this,” said Cody as the he took the check from the waitress.
“Thanks,” said Junior.
Cody looked at the total wrote in a tip and added it up. As he set the receipt on the black tray along with the ball point pen he spoke up without looking at Junior. “You really enjoy wrestling.”
“What?” Junior exclaimed in a forced whisper.
Cody looked up and smiled. “You know what I mean. Horny bastard.”
Junior had no idea how to reply and he just looked down, embarrassed that Cody brought it up especially in the restaurant.
“Relax Junior. I’m not going to say anything else about it.”
“You promise.”
“But I’m wondering about one thing.”
Here it comes, Junior thought looking across the table at Cody, scared at what was about to be said.
“Is it really a turn on for you? The wrestling?”
To say no would bring into question what did turn him on. To say it was wrestling seemed to be the safest thing. “I guess,” he mumbled. “Can we go?”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
They were in Cody’s truck, radio tuned to a classic rock station, and back on the highway heading out of town toward home before Cody said something.
“Have you ever gone out with someone?”
“No,” Junior replied while staring out the side window at the familiar scenery.
“Is there someone you’re interested in?”
“Cody, please.”
“Sawyer said you never flirted with any of the girls in school.”
“You guys talked about me?”
“Not in a gossipy way. We were just concerned about you seeming so lonely sometimes.”
“I guess.”
“I know Sally Mayfield liked you until she gave up and went out with that dumbass Marc Wallace. Sawyer said Dana and Emily from your class both showed interest and you blew them off.”
“I didn’t blow them off. I didn’t realize they were interested in me.”
“You didn’t realize it because you didn’t want to notice their interest.”
“Cody…please drop it.”
“Sawyer said he tried to talk to you about it but you always pushed back.”
“I just wasn’t interested in them. Sawyer was willing to go out with almost anyone, and I couldn’t do it, not when I…” letting his voice trail off for he knew he was about to make a confession he couldn’t take back. What do you think my problem is?” said Junior, showing a defiance he had been trying to avoid.
“What do I think? I’ll tell you if you don’t get mad.”
Junior looked at Cody sensing the conversation was about to get away from him. He saw the serious look, no longer playful. “Forget it,” he replied, turning back to the side window afraid to face Cody.
“Okay, but if you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
Nothing remains the same.
It was Sawyer’s last weekend home before leaving for college. Junior watched him and Cody banter back and forth about getting tickets to a football game. It had been a few days since the three of them were together. Sawyer and he had hung out a few times, but Junior had avoided Cody until he was no longer able to do so. He didn’t like pushing him away, because Cody gave him someone to look upon as an object of his desire for Sawyer ceased to fill that role.
They sat at the edge of the yard near the barn with a fire burning down. What was left of a case of beer, PBR in the can, was still in the cooler. The empty cans lay scattered on the ground around their camp chairs. Cody got an older friend to get the case of beer for them so they could celebrate Sawyer’s entering college.
“Junior, grab another beer and let’s toast little brother’s future college days,” said Cody.
Junior leaned forward and reached into the cooler, pulling out another beer. He popped the top and looked at Cody and Sawyer raising their cans of beer. He raised his beer and waited for Cody to say something.
“Sawyer, to pursuing a degree, to pursuing pussy, and to partying until you pass out.”
“Cheers!” the three of them exclaimed, then took a long drink of beer.
Junior looked around and saw Sawyer passed out in his chair, head tilted forward and an empty beer can barely held in the right hand. As he studied his friend the can dropped to the ground and he heard Cody laugh.
“Little brother never could hold his liquor,” said Cody.
“He’s going to have a wicked hangover,” said Junior.
“Aren’t we all.”
Junior looked at Cody, leaned back, legs spread in a way that was anything but provocative, and at some point, Cody had taken off his T-shirt. The upper body was on full display and Junior stared at it.
“You know…you should work out,” slurred Cody.
“Do you think I look too skinny or something?”
“NO, no, not at all. You look fine but…” Cody flexed his right arm and the bicep bulged. “I see you look at me. You want a body like this, don’t you,” he slurred.
Junior looked away, turning his attention to the glowing embers of what had been their fire.
“Or do want something else?” slurred Cody.
“What?” Junior replied, looking at Cody staring back.
“I won’t tell, but you…don’t like girls, do you?”
“Cody! You’re drunk.”
“Yep. But…it’s okay, you know.” Cody staggered to his feet. “Jesus, I’ve got to piss.” He moved to the hot coals while undoing his jeans. He took his cock out and held it aimed at the coals.
Junior stared at the cock, unable to turn away. He didn’t care how it looked, for Cody was doing nothing to hide it. Piss shot from the cock, then settled into a heavy stream that Cody moved over the coals. Junior could hear the sizzling of the piss as it evaporated away on the hot coals until enough of it took the heat out of them and extinguished them.
“Time to call it a night. Are you bunking with Sawyer or me?” said Cody.
“I’ll sleep on the floor in Sawyer’s room.”
“Okkaaayyyy,” slurred Cody. He stumbled over to Sawyer. “Hel-hel-help me get him in-in,” Cody laughed at his stumbling over his words. He looked back at Junior. “Help me?”
“Okay, Cody,” said Junior as he staggered to his feet, realizing he was more intoxicated than he realized.
Three days later, Junior stood at the garage door with Sawyer’s family watching him pull away in his Ford truck, the passenger seat packed and a couple of boxes tied off in the truck bed against the cab. Sawyer was leaving for college and Junior watched him wondering what it would really be like for him at college. He wondered if he made a mistake not trying to go himself. He read about life on college campuses, the freedom the students had to be themselves. He glanced over at Cody and saw him staring back, and he looked away, the things Cody said the other night still fresh in his mind.
The Old Barn.
Junior was stir crazy. Pacing around his room, riding mindless around the countryside in his truck, and riding his bicycle to the point of exhaustion stir crazy.
Sawyer had been gone for three days.
Junior was on his bicycle again hiding the five miles to the Morgan’s place to see what Cody was doing. Maybe they could go down to the fishpond and see if they were biting. Or maybe Cody would have another case of PBR, and they could get drunk and maybe, just maybe, Cody would take his cock out again.
He rode hard, keeping up a steady pace, going past the Hanks’ place, then along the sweeping curves through pine that lined both sides of the road. His T-shirt clung to his sweaty chest and stomach, and he could feel the muscles in his legs as he exerted himself. He came to the long straight with the Morgan’s place at the end of it, just before the road curved down the grade to cross Snake Creek. He stood on the pedals, increasing his speed. Head down, legs working the peddles at a furious pace, he rode as fast as he could. He pulled to the center of the road, the bicycle on the dashed line, and kept peddling.
Junior rode past the first drive, the one that led straight to the garage, and to the second one, the drive that led to the barns in back. He had seen Cody’s truck at the old barn. It was the one they stored seed, and had their workshop, and in back, Cody’s weight room. The loft had been a playhouse for Sawyer and him when they were young, then it was a place for them to just hang out by themselves. It had been two years since they hung out in it and Junior wondered if it was as they left it, or if it had been put to a new use.
He peddled slowly along the dirt drive, weaving to miss the depressions that became mudholes when it rained, down to the barn. He coasted up to the double doors that stood open and leaned his bicycle against the wall. As soon as he stepped into the dark interior, he heard weights being set down on the weight machine. Light spilled out of the door to the weight room at the back of the barn and Cody went to it, drawn to the light and to the sounds of Cody lifting weights.
Junior came to the door, pushing it open enough to step inside, and he froze. Cody was stripped down to flimsy gym shorts, and the body was wet with sweat. Muscles strained with weight as Cody pulled his arms together in front of him.
“Hey, Junior,” said Cody breathlessly.
“Hey…you’re working out.”
“Yep. You should work out.”
“I…huh…”
“Okay, Junior, I’m not going to make you lift weights,” Cody replied and he laughed while sitting back in the seat. He began to work out, muscles flexing with his exertions.
Junior tried not to stare but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. It was why he had always avoided Cody’s weight room, even when Sawyer had tried to get him to come work out some. The masculine body exerting itself before him. Sweat beaded up on the hot skin. It trickled down the face and chest. It was intoxicating. He could smell the temptation. He scanned every inch of exposed flesh. The chest with nickel sized nipples sticking out erect as if aroused. The stomach, flat and ripped with muscle and little fat. Then the muscular legs spread apart leading his eyes to the crotch. The shorts were too loose, too baggy around the legs, and it came into view: the cock.
Cody didn’t have on underwear.
Junior gasped for breath and looked away, then despite telling himself to leave, to look anywhere but between those legs, he looked. The cock head had slipped completely free of the shorts.
“Oh, I’m giving you show,” joked Cody, tucking his cock back into his shorts and coming to his feet. He reached up and took hold of a bar. He raised his legs straight out in front of him, then lowered them part way, never touching the floor.
The stomach showed the exertion of the body and Junior looked at it. When he looked up Cody was staring back with a serious expression.
“I just came to see what you were doing. I’ll come by later,” said Junior, heading to the door.
“Wait. I’m almost finished. You want to go into town for an early dinner?”
Junior looked back and nodded. He watched Cody move from one set up to the next, working his arms, shoulders, and legs. When Cody stepped away Junior noticed the flush skin and muscle pumped from its work out. He had never wanted to touch another human being as much as he wanted to touch Cody.
“Do I look good?” said Cody, his voice a low devilish tone.
“Yeah,” Junior replied staring openly at the chest.
Cody ran a hand down his chest, over the stomach, to the waistband of the shorts. “I feel good,” he uttered. “Come here and feel my abs. They’re rock solid.”
“Huh?”
“Come on, feel these abs.”
“Cody? Are you messing with me?”
“No, I just want you to feel what a good work out can do for a man.”
Junior took the few steps across the room until standing in front of Cody. He reached out with shaking hand, still believing Cody was going to shame him in some manner. Fingers just touched the hot slick skin and the stomach moved with an inhale.
“That’s ticklish,” said Cody.
Junior touched him more firmly, feeling the firmness of muscle beneath the skin.
“Yeah, feel how tight those abs are,” whispered Cody.
Junior moved his hand upward, over the undulating skin surface that reflected the individual muscles. Cody took his hand, pressing it more firmly to the stomach.
“Feel them, Junior.”
Junior was breathing hard as he wondered what Cody was playing at as his hand was pulled down, then back and forth along the top of the waistband of the shorts.
“Feel me, Junior.”
“Cody,” Junior replied trying to pull his hand away. He didn’t pull very hard and Cody easily maintained the contact with his stomach.
“It’s okay, Junior. I know,” said Cody, working Junior’s hand across his stomach. “You can touch me. I want you to.”
Junior watched as Cody pushed his hand down, over the crotch of the shorts. He felt the cock within, and it responded to his touch.
“Go on, Junior, you can touch me,” whispered Cody.
Junior no longer tried to pull away, instead he manipulated the cock through the shorts, working his fingers along its growing length. He felt the thickening shaft and toyed with the flared head.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
Cody released Junior’s hand and for a minute stood silent, letting him manipulate his cock.
Junior watched his hand as he toyed with Cody’s cock, unable to look up and face Cody. He feared Cody was suppressing a laugh, ready to make fun of him for being willing. Then a hand reached out and touched his crotch.
“If I do it too, will you relax?” whispered Cody.
Junior nodded as he sucked in a lung full of air. Fingers had found his cock and were toying with it as he was doing Cody. It aroused him and made him feel emboldened to go further. He slipped his hand into the shorts, fingers grazing over bare skin, through pubic hair, and along elongating cock. He felt along the cock until squeezing the spongy head and it made Cody squeeze down on his own cock. They moaned and Junior leaned forward, resting his forehead on Cody’s shoulder.
“Take my shorts off,” whispered Cody.
Junior took the waistband on each side and pushed them down. The cock flopped out rock hard as the shorts fell to the ankles. Cody stepped out of the left leg opening, then kicked the shorts across the room. Junior had him naked, cock fully erect, and he didn’t know where to start.
Cody put a hand on the back of his neck and pushed him to drop down.
“Come on, Junior, I know you want this.”
Despite all his fears and anxieties, Junior went to his knees before Cody. He ran his hands up the muscular thighs and leaned forward kissing the abdomen. He turned to the cock and licked the head, kissed and licked along its length until at the base of it.
“Fucking hell; that feels good,” exclaimed Cody.
It did feel good, Junior thought. It felt good to hold a man’s cock. To feel it in his hand, fingers barely circling it. To put his lips to it feeling the smooth firmness, then licked and kissed it, until he was breathing hard. He inhaled Cody’s masculine scent, breathed it in deeply. He slapped the cock against his face, then rubbed the cock across it. He felt Cody push against his face, and he held his face tight to it as he licked at the nut sac.
“Goddamn,” exclaimed Cody.
Junior slipped his lips over the head and pushed forward as far as he could. The cock filled his mouth and he moaned around it. Cody held his head and worked the cock through his lips.
“Will you take it?” whispered Cody.
Junior knew what Cody referred and he looked up as the cock moved through his lips and uttered a muffled, strangled yes.
Cody moved faster, fucking Junior in the mouth. Junior was noisy, sucking sloppily at the cock as it fucked through his lips. It swelled thicker and Cody began to jam it into his mouth. He knew Cody was going to give him his first taste of a man’s cum load, and he closed his eyes and braced himself on the flexing thighs as cock was jammed to the back of his throat.
Cum blasted the back of his throat then filled his mouth. He held the spurting cock on his tongue and swallowed.
Cody pulled Junior to his feet and pulled him into a kiss. It shocked Junior, the intimacy of it and the tongue moving around inside his mouth with Cody capturing the taste of his own load. As they kissed, hands fumbled with his jeans, undoing them. Junior moaned when Cody slipped a hand inside his boxers manipulating his hardening cock. He moaned into the mouth and pushed against the hand.
Cody tugged his T-shirt upward as his jeans slipped down to mid-thighs. The shirt was tossed across the room and Cody then pulled boxers and jeans down. Junior braced himself on the shoulder as Cody tugged his shoes off, then socks, and finally, worked jeans and boxers free of each leg.
Junior stood naked, his cock angled into Cody’s face. Go on, suck me, Cody. Suck me, he thought as the stared at Cody staring at his cock. He watched him take his cock in hand stroking it until he had to brace himself on the shoulders fighting the urge to work his hips and pump it through the fist.
“Cody,” Junior uttered.
Cody looked up and smiled, then bent down to his cock. He watched as lips slipped over the head and along the length of it. He shuddered and moaned as Cody moved on his cock. The head moved back and forth, slow, then fast, then slow again. It pushed his arousal, made his cock throb and flex in the hot mouth.
“Cody! I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Junior.
With hands balled into fist and hips working his cock in the suctioning mouth, he watched Cody push forward all the way until nose pressed into his abdomen. “Fuck!” he exclaimed and thrust forward, pumping cum into the back of the throat.
Cody pushed him back and held the spurting head in the mouth as he pumped out his load.
Cody was guiding him backwards, and Junior moved willingly, ready to do what Cody wanted. The weight bench hit the back of his legs and Cody guided him down on it. He held his legs up and Cody held them spreading them apart.
“You want it, don’t you?” said Cody.
“Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Cody.”
“Say it, Junior. Tell me.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Cody. Fuck my ass.”
Junior lay back on the bench as he felt fingers penetrate him, working through his tightness. Cody fingered him and stroked his cock, getting it rock hard again. He was so stimulated, so aroused, he held tight to the edge of the bench and tilted his head back and gasped for air through his open mouth. Then he looked up at Cody with desperation. “Cody…put it in me.”
Junior shivered with the penetration as he took Cody’s cock. The thickness stretched him open and gave him a sense of fullness he could never describe. He moaned and grunted as inch after inch sank into his body. Then Cody began to move with the tug and push of a fuck. At first, slowly, gently, letting him adjust to it.
Junior took his cock in hand and stroked it as Cody increased his pace, fucking faster and faster until the bench screeched across the floor. Hips smacked his ass rocking him and cock pummeled his insides. His own cock leaked until his hand was slick, and he kept stroking it, wanting to get off again as Cody fucked him.
“Jesus,” Cody exclaimed as he slowed to a stop. “Not yet.”
Cody pushed his legs forward hooking each foot behind the barbell with his ass angled upward. Cody got into position and buried his cock into it and fucked. Fucked with every inch of his cock, pushing down all the way then tugging outward until only the head remained inside him. Cody leaned over, using the barbell to brace himself and he increased the pace of his fuck, slamming down against the ass. Sweat trickled down his face and torso as he fucked. Junior reached up and grazed his fingers over the hot slick skin. He felt the smooth firmness of it as he ran his fingers over the stomach and up to the chest. He raked them over the nipples feeling the hard nub.
“Go on, Junior, play with them. Pinch and twist them,” said Cody.
Junior looked from staring eyes to the hard nipples. He hadn’t considered it but now he couldn’t stop thinking of it. He reached for them and pinched down, then gave them a twist. Cody slammed cock into his depths. He twisted them again, and Cody kept trying to jam cock deeper than was humanly possible. Hips banged against ass, as Cody fucked with a physicality that made Junior breathless.
Junior used his right hand to stroke his cock and the left to manipulate one nipple then the other. He wanted to cum, felt the surge of release building as cock hammered his insides.
“Cody! Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Cody fucked, hips smacking against his ass, as he stroked his cock. He threw his head back and cried out as his cock erupted. Cum hit his chin, then roped up his chest as his ass spasm around the cock fucking him. His spurting cock rained cum down on him as Cody came in his ass.
Gasping for breath, Cody stood over him letting sweat drip down on him. He lay still feeling it hit his flushed skin and his cum turn runny and trickle over his sides.
“I knew you’d be willing,” whispered Cody.
The Fishpond.
Junior strolled along the bank casting his lure in front of him. He was fishing along the edge where the bottom broke away and no longer visible. On the other side of the pond, Cody was doing the same, the two of them moving toward the southern end of the pond. The day was hot, humid, and the two of them were shirtless, Junior in cargo shorts and Cody in worn faded jeans that rode low on the waist. Too low, for Junior found himself thinking of it more than on fishing.
“Have you had a bite?” Cody called across the pond.
“No; not one,” Junior replied.
“It’s too hot and too calm.”
Junior looked across the perfectly flat surface of the pond knowing Cody was right.
Junior got to the southern end first and he lay the rod and reel on the ground and sat down. Leaning back on elbows he watched Cody approach wondering if Cody would want to. If Cody would be willing. No one was around and the pond was secluded. No one would know what they had done. No one would know how he gave himself to Cody.
Since their first fuck in Cody’s weight room, they had done it nearly every day since. Most often in the weight room, but they did it in his pickup at the back of the field behind Cody’s home, and just two days before, they had done it in Cody’s bed when his parents were gone. After exhausting themselves and laying across the bed naked and spent, Cody began to talk about getting his own place.
Junior didn’t dare to consider it. It was too hopeful, too much of a fantasy for it to ever become a reality. He watched Cody coming around the pond’s edge and he considered how it was always Cody who initiated their sex. He had been too shy about it; afraid it would be the one time Cody said no. Said they had to stop. But he knew the truth. Cody could no more say no than he could do so. He undid his cargo shorts and pushed everything down enough to free his cock. It was partially erect and with just a little manipulation he was soon stroking a very hard cock.
“Junior, what are you doing?” said Cody in a jovial tone.
“Cody, I’m so horny. Will you help me out?”
Cody laughed as he reeled in the lure. He moved quickly to where Junior lay on the bank, stroking cock. He dropped the rod and reel next to Junior’s then undid his jeans. “Get those shorts off,” he commanded Junior as he worked his legs free. Jeans tossed on the ground; Cody dropped to his knees and took each leg Junior was holding up.
“You horny bastard,” Cody uttered as he shifted up to the ass. He raked his cock across ass cheeks, then pumped it alongside Junior’s cock and over the tightening sac. Then he put it to Junior’s tight opening.
“Do it. Do it, Cody, fuck me.”
Junior lay back in the grass and clutched handfuls of it as Cody penetrated him. All too soon, Cody was fucking him, driving cock into his depths. Hips bumped against his ass, then smacked against it roughly. The sound of their fuck echoed across the pond. Junior’s grunts and cries, Cody’s obscene utterances, and the smack of flesh against flesh.
Cody fucked him until he felt like he was burning up. His body sweated and became flush. His cock drooled on his stomach. His ass opened to Cody, taking him easily.
Cody pulled back and got on his back. “Come on, Junior, get on it.”
Junior rolled to his knees and straddled the narrow waist. He took Cody’s cock and eased his ass down on it. He shifted to his feet and leaned back, resting on his right hand and began to fuck his ass on the cock. He worked it slowly relishing the feel of every inch sliding through his opening as he took his own cock in hand. He stroked his cock as he worked his ass on Cody’s. He built up his pace, pushing the two of them to the point of release. His hand became a blur as he pumped his ass up and down until his abs burned with his exertions.
“Fuck! Junior,” Cody exclaimed.
Junior came, cum roping up his chest as he kept working his ass on Cody’s cock. He kept stroking his cock until it only dribbled cum while moving his ass to bring Cody to release. Cody sat up and pushed down on his thighs, burying spurting cock in his ass.
The Cunningham Field.
Cody stepped back after tightening the last lug nut. Junior was lowering the jack to free it from the front axle. He had had a flat and called Junior to come help him when he couldn’t break the lug nuts free.
Junior had gotten halfway across the field, disking the burnt wheat stubble into the ground preparing the field for soybeans. Now he watched Cody move to the back of his truck.
“That’s got it,” said Cody, putting the socket back into the metal case, then the wrench.
“Thanks Cody. I don’t know why they were so tight.”
“When you guys got the new tires put on, the dealership used an air wrench to put them on, so they were tight as fuck.”
Junior put the jack into his truck then took the case from Cody and set it in the toolbox. He wiped his brow and looked up at the hot sun. It was nearly noon.
“You might as well stop for lunch,” said Cody as he wiped his face with the tail of his filthy T-shirt.
Junior looked at the exposed stomach and thought of it again.
“No one is around,” Junior uttered.
“What?”
“There’s no one around,” Junior replied sheepishly.
Cody smiled. “No, there’s not,” he replied as he tugged his T-shirt over his head.
Junior smiled at how easy it was with Cody. He just had to ask. He unbuttoned his shirt as he watched Cody get shoes and socks off. He tossed the shirt into the bed of his truck as Cody undid jeans. As he worked each boot and sock off, Cody was working jeans off each foot. He undid his jeans and started to work them down when Cody grabbed him, pushing him down on the ground.
“Gotcha!” exclaimed Cody.
Cody had him on his back and worked his jeans around his ass exposing it. His cock was trapped inside them, only his nuts were free, and Cody manipulated them in their sack then tugged on them.
“Fuck, Cody,” Junior exclaimed as he shivered with the manipulation.
Cody pushed his thighs down against his chest and slapped cock against his ass. Junior slapped his hands down on the ground as he stared up at Cody. He felt the cock go from slapping his ass cheeks to raking across them to pressing against his tight opening.
“You want me?” said Cody.
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me, Junior, what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Cody. Fuck my ass.”
The cock squeezed through his tightness, and he shuddered with the penetration. Cody pushed slowly into him, inch after inch until he had over half of it.
Cody slow fucked him. Pushed slowly into his depths until he was gasping for breath. The sun beat down on them. They were sweating and arms and faces were dirty. And Cody increased his pace, fucked faster, hips smacking upturned ass as he held him down.
Cody fucked with a furious pace. He fucked to cum. He kept Junior pinned to the ground while hammering his ass.
“Fuck; I’m going to—” Cody exclaimed as he slammed into Junior’s depths and came.
Junior lay in the dirt, propped on elbows. His jeans were around his ankles and Cody was laying over his legs sucking his cock. His dirty filthy cock was soon cleaned off, spit clean, as Cody moved on it. He felt cum trickle from his ass as his own cum load was about to be released. “Cody, take it,” he exclaimed as he shoved upward and came.
Rasslin’.
“Sawyer was really excited about getting back to college,” said Junior as he helped Cody unload paint from the back of the truck.
“Little brother seems to be having a lot of fun,” joked Cody as he headed to the back door of the house he had rented. It was an old farmhouse that belonged to the Jones family, who now lived in McDavid. He was getting it ready to move in.
“He wanted to know if we could make it one weekend, maybe for a game,” said Junior, following Cody with a can of paint in each hand.
“He asked me about it too. I told him we’d talk about it and see when we could get away.”
They got the paint inside the house with plans to come back in the evenings to paint, leaving the daytime for the harvesting of soybeans that they could start in the next day or so. Junior put the tailgate up as Cody locked the house.
“You want to go get cleaned up and run into town for a burger?” said Junior.
“Yeah, sure, but first, there is something else I want to do.”
Junior smiled at Cody, knowing what he was thinking. He had seen him adjusting cock and staring at him with that look, the one that spoke of need and desire, and when he was honest with himself, he hoped of something more.
“You want to rassle with me. You think you can finally take me?” said Cody.
Junior saw Cody was serious. Cody liked to get physical, a little rough in their play, and it always led to sex that exhausted them. At times he wondered if Cody wanted him to best him, to take control, but he wasn’t sure and always gave in, giving himself to Cody.
“You know it.”
“Sawyer will never be able, but you…you might be able to take me, if you’re lucky.”
“Lucky?” said Junior and he flexed his arms making the biceps bulge. “I don’t need luck.”
“Show me,” said Cody tugging his T-shirt off. “Strip to your boxers and let’s see what you’ve got.”
They circled each other stripped to their boxers. They moved over the back yard, going from the grass to dirt drive. Bent at the waist, hands held out, they looked for an opening to make the first move.
“You think you can take me this time?” said Cody.
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
Junior kept moving counterclockwise to Cody. Cody stepped wrong and stumbled and he charged him. They grappled with each other, arms and legs straining with bulging muscle. Junior got his arms around Cody’s waist, and he lifted him off his feet, then dropped him to the ground, pinning him on his back. He used his legs to push down, feeling the strength of his body. He felt his increased strength from working out with Cody over the last few months and he soon got Cody twisted with shoulders down on ground.
“I got you!” exclaimed Junior as he fell on top of Cody, the two of them breathing hard. After laying still for a minute, Junior sat up and kissed Cody. At first, he kissed gently, then with more passion. He laced his fingers with Cody’s and pinned the hands to the ground as he shifted down between the legs. He pushed his erection against Cody’s, humping him with desire and need.
“Cody…let me,” said Junior as he grabbed at Cody’s ass with his right hand. He dug his fingers into the crevice between ass cheeks, frustrated the boxers prevented bare contact. “I’ve got to…I’m going to…” he stammered as he tugged at the boxers until the seat ripped. He tore at them, tugged and pulled until the ass was exposed. He worked his own boxers below his cock and pumped it against the ass. He hooked his arms underneath Cody’s legs and moved over him, bringing the legs and ass up.
“Yeah, Junior, show me. Show me what it’s like.”
Junior put his cock to the tight opening and pushed through its tightness.
“Fuck! Junior!” exclaimed Cody.
Junior pushed deeper as he kissed the neck then moved to the mouth. They kissed as he sank deeper still, then began to fuck. He moved slowly inside Cody relishing how it felt, the tightness gripping his cock as he pushed and tugged through it.
Hands took him by the ass. They encouraged him, pushed him to fuck, and he fucked faster, working his cock into Cody’s depths. He fucked until gasping for breath and felt his arousal increase until he had to pull back.
Junior got on his knees and manhandled Cody to his stomach. He moved over him and when the ass rose up, he put his cock to the loosened opening and buried it in the ass. Cody grunted and moaned and begged him to fuck. He fucked. Fucked hard, as Cody begged him to keep fucking.
“Fuck me, Junior. Fuck me…keep going.”
And Junior kept going. He rose over the prone body, held the head down in the dirt by the neck and fucked. He fucked with the physicality Cody like. He hammered cock into the ass until his nuts no longer swung freely, drawn up tight ready for his release.
“Fuck; Cody, I’m going to cum.”
“Pump it in me. Do it. Do it,” Cody begged.
Holding Cody down, Junior fucked until his body was covered in sweat and the skin flushed. He was red in the face and gasping for breath, but he didn’t slow. He fucked to the point of release, then tried to jam his spurting cock deeper into the ass.
Junior rolled to his back and saw Cody was erect, cock dripping. He reached over and stroked it, then he pulled on it. “Come on, Cody. Fuck me. Now do me.”
Cody rolled to his knees and took Junior by the legs. He twisted the body and held the legs to his filthy sweat streaked chest.
Junior felt his ass lift off the ground and cock slap it. Cody pushed him down into the dirt and folded him in half. With thighs pressed to his chest, he felt how his ass was tilted up and spread open. The cock touched him, pressed against his tightness, then it slowly squeezed into him, and he slapped at the ground and shivered as his opening stretched to take it.
“Fuck. Cody. Goddamn it, fuck me.”
Cody pushed down on his thighs while pushing cock into his ass. He took it, every thick inch until hips pressed against his ass. Then Cody began to fuck. To tug cock outward and push it back into his depths, over and over. Cody’s pace increased until the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed around the yard.
Junior felt Cody’s weight bear down on him, pinning him to the ground. He felt his own cock rubbing his stomach, and it was hard and dripping. He felt the fullness of Cody’s fuck, cock boring into his depths until he gasped for breath.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Cody.
Junior felt the loss of rhythm by Cody, the familiar nature of having cock jammed into his depths and Cody trying to push deeper. Then Cody jerking and shuddering as cum filled his ass.
They sat in the dirt, filthy and still sweating, cocks flaccid and dripping the last of their load. They looked at each other and laughed, then stared across the rear yard to the field of soybeans behind it.
“God, I’m filthy,” said Junior looking down his chest and stomach.
“We do know how to roll in the dirt and fuck,” joked Cody.
“Now we have to ride home like this.”
“No, we don’t.”
“We don’t?”
“I got the water turned on yesterday. We can shower off here then go home and clean up properly.”
“Fuck why isn’t the water heater working,” said Junior as he jumped around under the cold spray.
“It’s gas and I haven’t got the gas turned on yet.”
“Fuck, it’s cold,” said Junior as he quickly plunged his head under the spray. “Make sure I get the dirt off my back.”
Cody rubbed his hands down the muscular back raking the dirt from it. “Junior, you could move in with me.”
“What?”
“If you wanted, you could move in with me.”
It was the first time Junior had heard Cody sound unsure of himself. He turned to look at him. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“You know people will talk. Our parents will ask questions, and—”
“Mine know.”
“Your parents know we’re…”
“They suspect something is going on between us, but no. They just know I’m gay.”
“And they’re okay with it?”
“Not at first, but Sawyer helped me convince them it wasn’t anything to be against.”
“Sawyer! He knows?”
“Yes, and Junior, little brother has known about you for some time. He just wished you trusted him enough to tell him. When I came out, he just smiled and said about time.”
“Wow,” Junior uttered then realized he was till freezing under the spray of cold water and backed out from under it. “Your turn.”
Cody rushed under the cold spray and cried out, then put his head underneath it as Junior rubbed his back.
“My parents will freak out,” said Junior.
Cody looked back and smiled.
“What?” Junior asked. “No… really”
“When mom told your mom I was gay, your mom said she thought you were too. They know. You just need to talk to them.”
Junior rubbed dirt from Cody’s ass, realizing the intimacy of it, how he felt no shame in touching Cody in such a manner.
“Were you serious? About me moving in.”
“Yes, Junior, I want us to be together. Don’t you want that?”
Junior smiled, then hugged Cody tight to his body. “Yes, more than you know.”
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