The face staring back at me through the dusty barn window didn’t match the one in my head. That was the first thing I noticed.
The reflection had more lines, deeper ones, carved around the mouth and eyes from decades of squinting into the sun. My hair, once dark as fresh-turned soil, was now streaked with silver, sticking up in wild tufts where I’d run my hands through it earlier.
I sighed. At fifty-two, I’m still catching myself by surprise, but generally, I’m fit and not overweight. Yes, I had thinning hair, but overall, I appeared okay for my age.
As for my sex life, it was nonexistent, not because I wasn’t interested, but simply because opportunities were few and far between. Living in a rural area didn’t exactly make spontaneous encounters easy, unless you counted the occasional drunken stumble at the county fair. After Marjorie left ten years ago, taking the kids and half my soul with her, I hadn’t really put myself out there. I remember her muttering something about finding a proper man, but that dream didn’t last long, though; he left her a few years later.
The horses didn’t care about my physical well-being or sex life. They stamped impatiently in their stalls behind me, tails flicking at flies, waiting for their evening feed. I could smell the hay, sweet and dry, mixed with the earthy musk of their coats. One of them, old Ben, the stubborn bay, snorted loudly, as if to remind me he existed. “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, turning away from the window. My boots crunched over loose straw as I grabbed the feed bucket.
Outside, the orchard stretched down the hill, rows of apple trees standing neat and orderly. The late afternoon light turned the leaves gold. I could hear the distant hum of a tractor, probably old man Henderson from the next farm over, puttering around his field. Normal sounds. Normal day. But something itched under my skin, restless. Maybe it was the way the reflection had looked at me, like it knew something I didn’t.
I dumped the feed into Ben’s trough, watching him bury his muzzle in it with a satisfied grunt. The other horses jostled for position, their ears flicking forward in anticipation. Routine. Predictable. Safe. That’s how I liked things now. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. But sometimes, when the wind carried the scent of wild honeysuckle through the open barn doors, I’d catch myself staring at the empty stretch of road beyond the gate, wondering.
A sharp knock at the barn door made me jump. No one ever came by this time of day. The sound echoed oddly against the wooden beams, too deliberate for a lost traveller or a neighbour asking to borrow tools. Ben lifted his head, ears swivelling toward the noise, his oats forgotten, temporarily.
I wiped my hands on my jeans and walked toward the door, the hinges groaning as I pulled it open. “Oh, hi Tony, nice surprise. What can I do for you?”
Tony stood there, his usual easy grin lighting up his face, though something flickered behind it, nervousness, maybe? He ran a hand through his sun-bleached hair, the gesture familiar after twenty years of living next door to each other. “Hey, um. Got a minute?” His voice was softer than usual, almost hesitant.
I nodded and stepped aside as he walked into the barn. Tony had always been a steady presence, helping with fence repairs, bringing over extra tomatoes from his garden, laughing too loudly at my terrible jokes. A good man, the kind you could count on, especially after his wife had passed away. But the way he shifted his weight now, his boots scuffing at the dirt, set something off in my gut. This wasn’t about borrowing sugar.
Inside the barn, the horses blew out quiet snorts, their ears twitching toward us. Tony cleared his throat. “So, uh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was thinking. It’s been ten years since Marjorie left, right?”
My pulse kicked up. Where the hell was this going? “Yeah,” I said cautiously.
Tony met my eyes then, really met them, and I realised, shit. I’d seen that look a hundred times, just never directed at me. “And I’ve been widowed what, three years now?”
He laughed, a short, shaky sound. “Christ, I’m bad at this.”
The air between us thickened, charged like the moments before a summer storm. I could smell the faint sweat on his skin, the hay clinging to his flannel as my mouth went dry.
Tony took a step closer. “Thing is,” he said, voice low, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while now.”
Behind us, Ben stamped his hoof impatiently, breaking the spell. Tony chuckled nervously. “Maybe not here,” he murmured, jerking his head toward the house. “Over a beer?”
I exhaled, my fingers twitching at my sides. “Yeah,” I managed. “Yeah, okay, but why don’t you come out with it here. You’ve made the effort coming over and not just to ask me out for a beer. Come on, mate, what’s up?”
Tony scratched at his jaw, the rasp of stubble loud in the quiet barn. “Alright,” he muttered as he hooked his thumbs in his belt loops, shoulders squaring like he was bracing for impact. “You remember that night, two summers back? After the fair, when I helped you load that drunk idiot into your truck?”
I frowned. Some city boy had gotten handsy with Henderson’s youngest granddaughter. Yeah, I remembered. Tony had been solid that night, calm while I saw red. “What about it?”
Tony’s boot scuffed the dirt again. “You were....” He exhaled sharply. “Christ. You had that bastard pinned against the truck bed, and I thought, ‘There he is.’” His voice dropped. “The real you. All that quiet just... burned away. That’s when I decided I love you, although I had been in love with you for ages, and you never noticed.”
The barn smelled suddenly sharper, sweat, hay, the metallic tang of old tools. Ben shifted in his stall, ears flicking toward us like he knew this conversation would upend everything. Tony’s hands flexed at his sides before he stuffed them in his pockets. “I kept waiting for you to notice,” he said with a wry twist of his mouth. “Left the gate unlatched so you’d come over to fix it. ‘Forgot’ my wrench in your shed. Hell, I even learned to make your coffee the way you like it.”
I could hear my own pulse in my ears. The afternoon sun slanted through the barn door, catching the dust motes swirling between us. Tony’s face was half in shadow, the lines around his eyes deeper than I remembered. “All those times you thought I was just being neighbourly,” he murmured. “I was courting you like some damn teenager.”
The word “courting” lodged in my ribs. It belonged to a different time, to porch swings and Sunday dinners, not to two middle-aged men in a barn with work-worn hands. Tony stepped closer, close enough that I could see the flecks of silver grey in his stubble, the nervous tremor in his lower lip. “So?” he said, rough-soft. “You gonna tell me I’m a fool?” as Tony’s fingers brushed mine, tentative. Warm. “Or,” he said, so quiet the horses couldn’t hear, “you gonna kiss me?”
Hay rustled in the stalls as the horses shifted. The scent of crushed oats and Tony’s cheap aftershave tangled together. My throat tightened. Twenty years of shared county fairs, fence repairs, and bad coffee, all those moments rewritten in a breath.
I grabbed his wrist. Not gentle. The way I’d grab a spooked colt’s halter. Tony’s pulse jumped under my thumb. “You’re a goddamn fool,” I rasped. Then I yanked him in.
His mouth hit mine, too hard at first, teeth clacking. Then softer. Hesitant. Like we were both relearning something forgotten. Tony made a noise low in his throat, his hands fisting my shirt. The taste of him, spearmint gum and last night’s whiskey, flooded my senses. Behind us, Ben snorted, stamping his hoof like an impatient chaperone.
We broke apart, panting. Tony’s pupils were blown wide, his lower lip slick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning crookedly. “Well,” he said, voice wrecked, “that’s one way to say ‘me too.’”
I shoved him against the feed sacks. Hay dust billowed up as he laughed, breathless. His hips ground against mine. “Christ, all that time I wanted to tell you something, but I couldn’t in case I got it wrong,” I muttered against his neck, biting at the salt-damp skin. “All those damn chances and missed opportunities.”
Tony arched into me, fingers scrabbling at my belt. The barn door creaked in the wind. “Anyone could ride by, Tony, we could be seen.”
His teeth scraped my earlobe. “Fuck’em. I’ve waited years for this moment,” he panted.
The words punched through me. My knees nearly gave out as he fumbled with my button-fly, cursing. “Better...be quick. The horses’ll talk,” I said while trying to remain calm or certainly as calm as I could remain, as Tony’s hands undid my trousers.
Tony laughed raggedly into my collarbone, exhaling hot against the skin. “Fuck the horses. I’m going to take you on a well overdue journey, Steve,” he declared as his fingers stilled, lifting my hands to press against the rough wood beam above us. “Hold them there,” he ordered, his voice having dropped to something dark and deliberate. “You heard me. Hold them there and enjoy the process of me taking you. I’m not waiting any longer. You are the man of my dreams, and I want you.”
I was overwhelmed and couldn’t resist Tony’s advances as I clenched my hands around the beam, the rough wood scratching my palms. The afternoon light cut through the dusty air, painting stripes across Tony’s face as he stepped back. His gaze travelled down my body like a tractor ploughing a field, methodical and inevitable as I surrendered to his advances.
“I’ve been imagining this,” Tony murmured, circling me. The pad of his thumb dragged over my nipple through the thin cotton as I hissed in response. “Every damn time you bent over that tractor engine, sweatin’ through your shirt,” as he hooked a finger in my belt loop, yanking me forward until our hips collided again. “Christ, Steve. You are beautiful.”
His teeth grazed my throat as his hands worked my shirt up. The fabric caught under my arms, binding me as effectively as rope as Tony’s palms skated up my ribs, tracing the map of old scars and sun-worn skin.
Tony pressed his mouth, nibbling my nipple, then the other, reverent in his touch, his teeth digging in a little to force a reaction from my body. His stubble scraped lower, following the trail of hair below my navel. My hips jerked involuntarily.
Above us, a Swallow darted through the rafters, wings slicing the thick air as a groan tore from me when Tony’s tongue swiped the head of my cock through the denim of my jeans. “Y’keep your damn promise to hold onto that beam,” he growled, his fingers working my belt until the leather slithered free with a hiss. “I told you I’d take my time, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do, one piece of clothing at a time.”
A horse whinnied in a stall. The sound barely registered over the blood roaring in my ears. Tony’s knuckles brushed my bare stomach as he peeled my jeans down. Cool air rushed over heated skin. His fingers, soft and rough from years of teaching at the local school, closed around me with terrifying gentleness over the cotton fabric.
“Look at you,” he breathed. The first stroke nearly buckled my knees. “All this time, I’ve wanted you, I’ve wanted to suck your beautiful cock, but never got closer enough and now, here I am, inches from your cock, waiting to be taken when I lower those Y-Fronts, and I am going to take it… all of it.”
His thumb swiped my leaking head, spreading moisture in slow circles over the cotton. “Fuckin’ criminal, this being hidden for so long.”
The laces of my boots gave way under Tony’s fingers, each tug sending tremors up my thighs. Warm afternoon air rushed over my calves as he peeled my jeans down further, the denim catching on my boots before he yanked them free with a muffled curse. Now, his efforts left me standing in nothing but my Y-Fronts, the cotton clinging where sweat and anticipation pooled while my shirt remained hooked around my shoulders.
Tony rocked back on his heels, eyes dark as scorched earth. “Jesus wept,” he whispered, fingertips tracing the elastic waistband. The mild calluses on his hands caught the fabric, dragging it down inch by agonising inch. My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach with a wet sound that made Tony’s nostrils flare. He inhaled sharply through his teeth like he’d been gut-punched. “Look at that. Just fuckin’ look at it.”
Tony’s palm cradled my balls with terrifying gentleness, his thumb rolling over the sensitive skin beneath. “All those times I watched you heft hay bales,” he murmured, lips brushing the inside of my thigh. “Saw your arms flex when you swung that sledgehammer,” as his tongue darted out, licking a stripe up my shaft. “But I only dreamed I’d get to taste you,” as he slipped my Y-Fronts all the way down to pool around my ankles.
The first suck stole my breath. Tony took me deep, throat working around me like he’d been born to do this. My fingers gripped the wooden beam tight as his nose pressed into my pubes, his eyes watering as he swallowed around my shaft as a garbled moan vibrating through my flesh.
When he pulled off with a filthy pop, spit stringing between his lips and my cock, his grin was all teeth. “Bet you taste even better coming down my throat.”
The barn door creaked ominously. Tony didn’t pause, just twisted his hand around the base and took me back in. Hotter. Hungrier. Like a man who’d finally found water after years in the desert. My hips jerked forward on their own, fucking into that wet heat.
Tony’s fingers dug into my ass cheeks, spreading me wider as he worked his tongue under the crown. The swallow I felt next nearly made my knees give out. “Christ almighty....” I managed to say when his thumb pressed against my perineum, circling with filthy intent.
He pulled off just long enough to grin up at me, his lips slick, eyes wild as a mustang. “Tell me when,” he rasped, before diving back in.
My back arched off the beam. The world narrowed to the suction of Tony’s spit-slick mouth, the scrape of his stubble along my thighs, the way his free hand palmed my ass as he owned it. Pressure coiled low in my gut, tightening with every bob of his head. I tried to warn him, grabbed a fistful of his sun-bleached hair as I let go of the beam above my head, but Tony just hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my spine.
Then it hit. My hips stuttered forward as I came harder than I had in years, spurting down Tony’s throat with a choked-off shout. He took it all, swallowing around me until I finally whimpered from physical oversensitivity. Only then did he pull off with a satisfied pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he’d just finished a good meal.
“Yum, yum,” was all he said as he rose to his feet, swaying slightly, and pressed our foreheads together. His breath smelled of me, warm and salty. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he admitted again, his voice wrecked, and as I looked down, his cock was clearly straining against his jeans, leaving a damp spot against my thigh.
The barn door groaned in the wind. Somewhere beyond it, Henderson’s tractor sputtered to life. Reality crashed back in, the horses shifting in their stalls, the golden light slanting through the dust motes and the fact that my damn Y-Fronts were still tangled around my sock-clad feet.
Tony chuckled against my neck, lips brushing the pulse point. “Steve?”
“Hmm?”
“Take your shirt off and lie down on the hay bales behind you,” he ordered as he nipped my earlobe. “I haven’t finished yet.”
I was putty in his hands as I obeyed his instruction, stepping out of my Y-Fronts and then lifting my shirt over my head, dropping it onto the dirt floor just feet away from my Y-Fronts and discarded jeans.
Tony stepped back, grinning like he’d won the county fair grand prize. “And your socks,” he demanded as his belt buckle jingled as he undid the leather. “Do you want me?” he asked, the promise in those four words sending a fresh jolt of desire through my body.
“Yes,” was all I could manage as I lay naked on the hay bales watching his every move.
Tony grinned as he removed his jeans, kicking the shoes off, allowing him the freedom to kick his jeans into the corner by the door. Then he tugged his shirt up and over his head, leaving him in his classic white briefs that were not Y-Fronts but similar. It was his cock, though, that drew my attention more. Tony appeared to be huge; the thick outline pressed against the cotton made my mouth go dry all over again. The damp spot from earlier had grown, the fabric clinging obscenely to the head as I now fantasised about accepting his demanding manhood.
It had been years since I had been fucked, settling into a conventional married life, having children and then, finding out, my wife didn’t think me a proper man because I was bi, even though I had remained loyal to her.
Now, the years of abstinence were coming to an end as Tony hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, stretching it out far enough that I caught a glimpse of dark blonde curls before he let it snap back. “Eyes up here, Steve,” he teased, tapping my chin with two fingers as I lay on the hay bale, inches from his cock.
I couldn’t stop staring at the way his erection curved to the left, the tip leaking enough to make the briefs translucent, and I knew I would soon be enjoying what remained hidden from view.
Tony crawled onto the hay bale, his body suspended by his knees and arms over my naked body as he leaned down to kiss me. The dry grass crackled under his weight and movement, his breath hitching when my fingers found the waistband of his briefs. “Steve....”
I didn’t let him finish, as I pushed them down until he was free of them, using his legs to slip them all the way off as his cock pointed directly at my stomach. I swallowed hard at the sight. Thick and flushed red, the veins stood out along the shaft. A drop of precum beaded at the slit. Without thinking, I licked my lips.
Tony groaned, his hips jerking forward. “Jesus Christ, the way you’re looking at me...Steve, you... clearly want me.”
“I do, but I haven’t been fucked in a very, very long time, Tony.”
“Don’t worry, mate, I brought some help,” he responded as he held up a tube a CY Jelly.
I took the tube of lube and popped it open, squeezing probably too much onto his cock, my fingers sliding slickly along his entire length. The scent of glycerin mixed with hay and horse sweat, an oddly erotic combination. “That should make life easier,” I muttered, watching his stomach muscles twitch under my touch. His hips jerked forward, chasing my hand as I pulled away.
Tony’s breath hitched when I spread my legs wider on the hay bale, golden afternoon light striping across my thighs. “How do you want to take me?”
The question came out hoarse, barely louder than the swallows rustling in the rafters. I was surrendering again to this macho man I’d shared fences and beers with for twenty years, never realising he’d been aching for me all this time.
His calloused palm pressed my knees as he slipped off the bale, pulling my legs closer to the edge where he now stood, his erect cock pointing towards its target. “Like this,” Tony growled, lining himself up.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against me, heat and pressure building as he slowly pushed in. Another push, very slow again, almost too slow as my back arched off the bale, in response to his attempts. “Christ, you’re tight,” he gritted out, forehead damp with sweat.
“As I said, it’s been a while since someone took me like this.”
“Well, I hadn’t expected it to be this tight, though,” Tony said as I hissed through my teeth as he finally breached me, the stretching, burning in the best way, although it hurt. Tony stilled, his trembling thighs pressed against mine. “Alright?” he panted. When I nodded, he dragged out almost all the way before sliding back in, punching a ragged moan from my throat. The rhythm built slowly and perfectly, hay crackling beneath us, Tony’s grunts in my ear, the musky smell of sex mingling with saddle soap and dust.
His thumb found my nipple, pinching just shy of pain as he fucked into me harder. “Look at you,” Tony rasped. “All mine.”
The possessive note in his voice sent sparks down my spine as, by now, he was thrusting harder, finding my sweet spot that had remained dormant for a long time. I could feel my building climax every time his cock brushed past my prostate, and then when he pulled out, the sensation returned with the next thrust. I was in heaven with a man who had kept faith that one day we would be lovers.
My body couldn’t deny Tony’s thrusts as he hit my sweet spot again, and I came, spilling a huge quantity of cum between us with a choked cry as Tony’s hips stuttered.
“Wow,” Tony declared as my cum continued to spurt from my head. “When did you last cum, Steve? He buried his face in my neck while his cock pulsed inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him inside me, feeling each pulse of his cock, as he filled me with his seed. “I last shot my load a week ago,” I answered Tony, although he wasn’t too interested as he lay on my chest, exhausted and breathing hard.
“What now?” I asked, my voice rough as gravel. The words hung between us, sticky as the sweat cooling on our bodies. Tony lifted his head from my chest, his cheek imprinted with hay marks. “Well,” he said, dragging a thumb through the mess on my stomach, “we clean up before the horses start gossiping.”
His grin was lazy, satisfied, the same one he’d given me after we’d rebuilt my barn roof after the storm last year. I smiled at him, “We don’t need to get cleaned up just yet. We can feed the horses regardless, and then we can.... make a decision. Maybe I want you again after all this time, missing the…. Well, you know.”
Tony chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for his discarded briefs. “Christ, Steve, you’re insatiable.”
I watched his muscles ripple under sweat-slick skin while he bent to scoop up our clothes, his spent cock swaying between his thighs. The sight sent fresh heat curling through my belly. “That’s your fault,” I muttered, swiping a finger through the cooling mess on my stomach. “Twenty years of pent-up frustration unleashed by one damn talented mouth.”
The horses snorted impatiently as Tony pulled up his white briefs, ears flicking toward the grain bin. Tony moved differently now, lingering touches brushing my hip as he passed, fingers tracing my spine when he handed me my shirt. Every casual contact burned like a brand. “I’m staying like this because I will want you again when you feel up for it,” I declared. “You are not fucking me once and then leaving. Not now. Not this time.”
By the time we finished mucking out the stalls, the late afternoon sun stretched lavender fingers across the orchard. Tony leaned against the fence, rolling a cigarette with hands that had just reduced me to a shuddering wreck. The match flared, illuminating the crinkles around his eyes as he inhaled, standing there in his underwear.
“You ever think,” he said, smoke curling from his lips, “how many damn times I almost kissed you?”
The memory hit like a hoof to the ribs, Tony holding my face steady that time I got a splinter, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. The way he lingered when handing me a beer at last year’s harvest party. All those near-misses hovered between us like fireflies as I remembered he once complimented me when he saw me in just my Y-Fronts in the garden.
I stepped behind him, locking my arms around him as I stood naked, and he, in his white briefs. “Tell me,” I demanded against the hair on his back.
Tony’s chuckle vibrated against my lips. He flicked the cigarette away and turned to hold me tight. “Patience, my loverboy,” he murmured, teeth scraping my earlobe. “We’ve got all evening to reminisce.”
I bit down on his collarbone, tasting salt and promises. “We can reminisce later, as you say, but I want you now.”
His grin flashed wolfish in the dusk. “Now. You sure?” as I pushed his white briefs down. “Here? Now?”
“Yes, now you fucker,” I replied as I turned to the fence for support. “Right here. Now. Fuck me, you… You, brute.”
“If you insist,” as he stepped behind me, leaving his white briefs discarded where he stepped out of them. I braced myself as he tentatively pushed in behind me, the lube and cum providing what was needed, and once in, he started to fuck me well and truly hard. The rough wood of the fence dug into my palms as he drove into me with none of the careful restraint from before. Each thrust punched a grunt from my throat, my knees nearly buckling as his hips slapped against my ass.
Hay prickled against my bare stomach where I pressed against the rail. Tony’s breath came in ragged bursts against my shoulder, his fingers gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Christ,” he growled, “should’ve done this years ago, should’ve bent you over every damn fence on this property and afterwards, spank this arse of yours until it’s bright red.”
The vulgarity sent heat flooding through me. I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust until we fell into a brutal rhythm. Dusk insects hummed around us, indifferent witnesses to the slick sounds of skin on skin, the creak of the old fence under our weight as he showed me no mercy. “Perhaps, I might like to fuck you if you wear a dress like the slut you are,” Tony suggested between the grunts and groans he made. “You might even look good in a dress.”
I was thinking about what he had suggested as his hand slid around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, claiming, as his pace intensified. “Come for me again,” he demanded, his voice guttural.
And God help me, I did. My climax ripped through me like a lightning strike, vision whiting out as I spilt over the fence rail in thick pulses. Tony followed with a choked curse, burying himself deep as he came, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades.
With almost perfect timing, we both heard, “Hi, Mr.....oh fuck, sorry… I didn’t realise. Oh God…fuck me.”
Neither of us had heard him arriving over our ragged breathing. Adam’s voice, equal parts startled, shocked and overwhelmed at the sight in front of him, cut through our haze like a bucket of ice water.
Tony froze inside me. His grip on my hips tightened instinctively, then loosened, too late though. Adam stood frozen by the barn door, clutching a carrot for Albert in one hand, his school backpack slipping off his shoulder. The late afternoon sun caught the flush crawling up his neck as his eyes flicked between Tony’s cock still buried in me and my cum-streaked thighs.
Adam stood, eyes wide, unable to decide what to do next. “Um. Oh God, I can... come back later…. I really didn’t mean to disturb you guys,” as he took a half-step backwards, his trainers squelching in the damp earth. But he didn’t turn away in a hurry as his mouth remained open, his lips glistening in the fading afternoon sunlight.
Tony exhaled a curse against my spine, his breath scalding. My own pulse hammered loud enough to drown out common sense. But Adam didn’t leave. Just adjusted his stance subtly, jeans straining at the fly by that time as he continued to stare at two naked men, caught fucking.
Behind me, Tony chuckled darkly, his hips giving an experimental roll that made my knees shake. “Hi, Adam, we weren’t expecting you, you might have realised,” he said, nipping my shoulder. “Sorry you had to see this, and I hope you’re not too offended.”
Adam’s breath hitched audibly. The carrot snapped in his grip, realising for the first time that one of his teachers at school was fucking a man.
Tony didn’t pull out immediately. He just flexed inside me deliberately, making my thighs tremble as Adam’s gaze dropped to where we were joined, his teacher’s cock still buried in his neighbour’s back passage. It was then that his cheeks darkened three shades of red as embarrassment overtook his reaction.
“Sorry, Mr Shaw, I didn’t realise that you knew Steve and that....,” Adam tried to say without sounding too interested and too, in awe, “and that, you like to fuck.”
By now, Tony had pulled out of me and had reclaimed his briefs in a hurry as he restored his personal modesty. “You don’t have to get dressed on my account,” Adam said as he looked at me, recovering my composure. “You look very…… um…. together.”
Adam’s voice was surprisingly calm for someone who’d just walked in on his teacher balls-deep in his neighbour. “As for being offended, not at all,” Adam responded, though his fingers were white-knuckled around the snapped carrot.
His gaze lingered on Tony’s briefs clinging to his damp thighs. “It’s…. It’s different and yeh…. unexpected,” the words hanging between us, thick as the scent of sweat and sex in the humid air.
Adam knelt and picked up my discarded Y-Fronts from the dirt with unexpected reverence. “Nice,” he murmured, looking at me while running his thumb over the cotton pouch. “Seldom see these these days in school. Everyone wears boxer briefs now,” as his fingers flexed around the fabric, not quite fondling, but close. When he lifted his head, his pupils were blown wide despite the golden evening light.
Tony snorted, still gloriously bare-chested with just his white briefs clinging to his otherwise naked body. “Suppose you’re a boxer briefs type of boy,” he challenged, sizing Adam up with narrowed eyes, trying to gauge why the kid wasn’t spluttering in outrage at finding us, him a teacher, mid-fuck.
Adam grinned, slow and knowing as he handed me my underwear. “Quite the contrary,” he said, fingers lingering against my palm. “I wear Hanes briefs. Mum bought them in the USA, and it appears you guys like traditional briefs as well, unlike the boys at school. I always think men look great in them.”
It was obvious that Adam was talking in nervous response to the sight before him. In fact, I wondered if Adam would actually shut up as his hips shifted subtly, the movement making his school trousers pull tight across his groin. “I’ve worn nothing else since she bought them for me in the new year. In my opinion, they are the best underwear a man can wear, and are much nicer than boxer briefs and particularly, boxer shorts.”
The admission hung between us, thick as the scent of hay and sex. Tony’s nostrils flared, scenting fresh arousal beneath the adolescent bravado. My own pulse jumped when Adam casually adjusted himself through his trousers, the fabric tenting obscenely.
Tony moved first, stepping close enough to make Adam’s breath hitch. “You can show us if you like,” Tony suggested. “Don’t be shy. You clearly have a…. a thing.”
When Adam hesitated, Tony grabbed the boy’s belt buckle, making the metal jingle. “Or would you like me to help you? Perhaps you’re lying.”
Adam moaned, high and desperate, as Tony’s knuckles brushed the unmistakable bulge beneath his zipper. “Mr Shaw, I’m not lying. I never would. You know that,” he tried to assure us as the broken carrot fell forgotten to the dirt. “It’s just…. You are my teacher, and Steve here is my friend who allows me to ride his horse and….Oh god,” as he started to hyperventilate a little.
“Adam, relax, there’s nothing to be worried about. This is all very unexpected, I know, but because you haven’t run off, screaming, we are wondering, are you gay? Most men who claim to be straight would excuse themselves, pronto and then leg it.
The young man looked at us, unsure what to say or do.
I looked at the boy and smiled. “It’s nothing to worry about if you are, you know,” I stated. “The mere fact that you haven’t moved since finding us leaves the question wide open.”
Adam’s throat bobbed. He glanced between Tony and me, then stared at the broken carrot halves lying in the dirt. “I like girls,” he blurted, then winced at his own words. “I mean...I want to like girls.” His fingers plucked at his school jumper. “But when I wank...” He cut himself off, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
Tony barked a chuckle and hooked a finger in the boy’s belt loop. “Let me guess, you imagine a …. man watching you shoot your load?”
Adam’s knees buckled slightly when Tony tugged him closer. “I....” The confession burst out like a dam breaking. “I come here because Mr Peterson, Steve, stacks hay bales shirtless, and I can see his, your underwear. I fantasise about seeing him, sorry, you, Steve, in your Y-Fronts as I cum. It sort of turns me on, big time, and… there was one occasion I saw you, Steve, in the orchard, working away wearing nothing but your white Y-Fronts.”
“Really?” I asked. “You fantasise about me while you masturbate?”
“Um...sorry…. yes,” Adam confessed. “You are the only guy I know that I fantasise about, and.... I don’t know, I have tried a couple of times to appear attractive to you, but…. You never seem to notice my…. Well, you never really notice me.”
“Wow, I’m sorry I never noticed, and I wish I had. It might have made a difference for you.” I replied to his honest statement. “It appears I have not noticed a lot of things over the years,” as I glanced at Tony.
Tony chuckled. “Adam, same here. Steve never noticed I was madly in love with him, and that’s why I decided to approach him today. You might say, there are none so blind as those who won’t see, and I could except his blindness any longer. I confessed my love and, bingo, the rest is history,” Tony said with a beaming smile.
“Now, Adam, back to our conversation about underwear. Wearing Y-Fronts is more common than you think and…. I get your interest. Some men are specifically aroused by the sight, feel, or even smell of Y-fronts or briefs, whether worn by themselves or a partner, and as you probably know, in the USA they call them tighty whities.”
“Exactly,” Adam chipped in. “I get a little excited about wearing them or seeing guys wear them.”
“And now you have suggested to us you are sexually conflicted. You don’t need to be conflicted. You can take the first step by showing us, since it appears the only truthful people around here are you and me. Call it what you like: friends together, sex education. Trusting us with your secret.”
“I don’t know,” Adam responded as he nervously played with his belt buckle.
“That’s it,” I murmured, circling behind Adam, allowing my hands to settle on his narrow hips, feeling the tremors running through him. “It’s natural to be nervous, especially the first time, but perhaps let Tony and me see what you’ve been hiding under those school clothes. You might even enjoy the attention.”
Adam whimpered when my thumbs hooked into the waistband of his school trousers as Tony’s hungry gaze locked on the strip of skin, exposed inch by agonising inch as I pulled his pullover up and over his head, leaving his school shirt untucked above his belt.
“Well done, Adam, on letting me take your pullover off,” as my fingers traced his supple skin along the waistband of his white Hanes briefs peeking out above the waistband of his school trousers.
Tony exhaled sharply through his nose. “Fuck me,” he rasped, “You actually do wear Hanes briefs. I bet you anything that you have been leaking madly since you first saw us, haven’t you?”
Adam nodded frantically. “Nothing I could do, I guess. Natural response and all, I guess. It always happens to me, and sometimes it’s quite embarrassing, especially at school.”
I resumed tracing my fingers along his skin. “No pressure, but how would you like to share a journey today with us? Call it what you like, but perhaps it will help with your sexual conflict, in a safe environment.”
“What sort of journey?” Adam asked.
“How about losing your virginity?” I responded. “That’s a journey we could prepare you for by… undressing you and then perhaps, I could provide you with a blowjob? Ever had a blowjob?”
Adam froze, his breath hitching. “N-no, Steve.”
“Would you like one?” I whispered into his ear, “From me,” as my fingers were now employed unbuttoning his white school shirt.
Adam’s knees buckled slightly at my question. “I.... I don’t know,” Adam responded, as his school shirt fell open, revealing a pale but firm stomach quivering under our scrutiny.
“You don’t need to do anything, Adam, just sort of lie back and think of ......England, and I will do the rest,” as my fingers traced the tense planes of Adam’s stomach, feeling the involuntary tremors beneath his skin. The kid’s breath hitched when my thumbs brushed over his nipples, small, pink, and already stiffening despite his nervous protest as I gently pinched and twisted them.
I could practically hear the gears turning in his head, caught between teenage bravado and raw inexperience. Tony’s chuckle rumbled behind me, warm against my shoulder. “Christ, look at him,” he muttered, nudging me. “He’s like a rabbit in headlights.”
“Steve, no one has seen me naked,” he whispered as I gently scratched his chest and stomach with my nails.“
“Would you mind if I undressed you, Adam?” I responded as my fingers started to unbuckle his belt. “From what I’ve seen so far, I think you have a lovely body,” as my finger travelled down his naval, playing with his hair like runway landing lights.
Adam whimpered when my fingers worked his belt free. His trousers sagged instantly, revealing more of those pristine white Hanes clinging desperately to his narrow hips. I could already see the damp patch at the front, the fabric stretched taut over what was clearly an impressive erection for his age, but my fingers now traced circles on his buttocks, and I continued to slip his trousers lower over his bottom.
“Adam, do you trust me?” as Tony moved in and picked Adam up and carried him over to the bale of hay, seating him at the edge with his legs dangling down.
Adam remained silent as Tony’s hands made quick work of the young man’s shoes and socks, and then, pushing his white school shirt over his shoulders, he tossed it onto the ground along with his other items now discarded.
“Stand up, Adam,” I commanded him.
Adam stood on the bale, his feet bare, his chest looking young and magnificent as I peeled his black school trousers down past his knees. “Sit down now,” I told him as I looked at his pristine white Hanes briefs with a whacking erection clearly visible. I also noted that his precum was…. Well, let's say working overtime, leaking at an alarming rate from a cock I had yet to see.
I peeled his trousers from his legs and tossed them towards the other clothing. The scent of adolescent arousal hit me, sweat and salt and something unmistakably virginal, teasing my senses as the boy looked, delectable in his briefs.
“I want you to lie down on the bale and let me take control and… yes, I’m going to remove your briefs, and Tony and I are going to admire your nubile naked body, and then, I’m going to give you your first blowjob. Does that sound like a plan?”
Adam didn’t say a word as he assumed the position I had requested him to adopt. He lay on the hay bale in his white Hanes briefs, legs trembling slightly in the evening air. I traced the elastic band of his Hanes with one finger, feeling the damp heat radiating from beneath. “You look beautiful, Adam,” I murmured, thumb catching on the wet patch at the front. “And Tony and I can see you’re extremely…. damp.”
His hips jerked involuntarily at my touch as I ran my fingers over the fabric, feeling the head of his cock. “Yum yum, circumcised,” I muttered. “Perhaps it’s time to remove these for you,” I continued, hooking my fingers in the waistband.
“Can you hurry up, Steve?” Tony said. “The suspense is killing me. I want to see his magnificent manhood sometime this afternoon.”
Ignoring Tony’s comment, Adam’s breath came in shallow gasps, his fingers twisting in the hay beneath him. His briefs were soaked through, clinging obscenely to every contour, the fabric stretched thin over the head of his cock. A bead of precum darkened the cotton further as I watched. Tony exhaled sharply beside me, his erection straining against his own briefs again.
Tony was becoming impatient again as he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you again, you slut, while you blow him.”
Adam’s eyes widened as he absorbed what Tony had just said, his breath more ragged as I knelt before him, my fingers now hooked under the waistband of his briefs. The scent of his arousal, sweet and musky, filled my nose, mingling with the hay beneath us. The outline of his cock was clearly visible, the head glistening through the damp cotton. I glanced up at him, my thumbs brushing his hip bones. “Adam?” I asked again, my voice low. “Last chance to say no.”
“Fuck sake, Steve, get on with it,” Tony exclaimed as Adam swallowed hard, then shook his head, not in refusal, but in disbelief. “I....please,” he breathed, hips lifting slightly off the hay. It was all the permission I needed.
I pulled his Hanes briefs down over his toes, dropping them into the dust, and then I saw him, beautiful, circumcised, at least six inches or pure magnificent meat waiting to be devoured for the first time.
His cock stood proud and flushed against his stomach, the head slick with precum. “Fuck me,” I said aloud before wrapping my lips around him for the first time. The taste was sharp and musky, adolescent need distilled into salt and heat. Adam gasped, his hands flying to my hair just as Tony’s familiar weight settled behind me.
“Finally,” Tony said as the first thrust of Tony’s cock breaching me nearly made me choke, but I bore down, taking Adam deeper. Adam’s fingers tightened in my hair, his hips jerking uncontrollably as I worked him with lips and tongue. Tony’s rhythm behind me was relentless, each stroke pushing me forward onto Adam’s cock. The boy whimpered, his thighs trembling, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts.
I could tell Adam wasn’t going to last long, the downside to being a virgin, I guess. Adam’s climax hit suddenly. One moment, he was panting; the next, his back arched as he spilt into my mouth with a choked cry. The taste, bitter, salty and thick, flooded my tongue just as Tony’s thrusts turned erratic behind me. He groaned, burying himself deep, and I knew he wasn’t far off either. I wasn’t wrong as he thrust once more and then groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks as he climaxed, as I still had Adam’s cock in my mouth.
I continued to suck Adam until he couldn’t take my ministrations any longer, and when I finished, Adam lay boneless, helpless, on the hay, his chest heaving, his breathing ragged and uncontrolled.
Tony slumped against my back, his breath hot on my neck. The scent of sex hung thick in the air, mingling with the sweetness of crushed grass and the musk of horses nearby. Adam turned his head, blinking dazedly at us.
“Did you just…?” His voice cracked.
Tony chuckled darkly. “Yep, Adam. You just lost your first stage of virginity to a barnyard sandwich.”
Adam groaned, covering his face with his hands, but I didn’t miss the way his fingers lingered near his mouth, as if still tasting the moment. “Wow,” he said, still covering his eyes with his fingers.
Tony pulled out of me with a slick sound, his softening cock glistening in the twilight. “Barnyard sandwich?” I muttered, wiping my chin. “Really?”
Tony just grinned, collapsing onto the hay beside Adam. “Adam’s gonna remember this forever,” he said, ruffling Adam’s sweaty hair. “Might as well make it memorable.”
Adam peeked between his fingers, his chest still flushed pink. His spent cock lay against his thigh, twitching slightly when Tony’s knuckles brushed it while reaching for his cigarettes. “Fuck,” Adam breathed, more awed than horrified. “That actually happened. Oh my God, it actually happened. It was… fucking amazing.”
I stretched out beside them, the hay prickling my bare skin. Tony lit a cigarette, the match flare highlighting the bite marks on my shoulders. He exhaled smoke toward the rafters where swallows darted in and out of their nests. “So,” he said casually, “you still like girls?”
Adam’s laugh was shaky. “I think,” he said slowly, watching Tony’s lips around the cigarette, “I might need to reevaluate if it's always like that.”
Tony passed the cigarette to me, our fingers brushing. Adam tracked the movement hungrily. When I offered it to him, he hesitated only a second before taking a drag, too deep, and coughing violently.
Tony thumped his back. “Easy, boy. Some things take practice.” His grin turned wicked. “Good thing you’ve got teachers, but, trust me, once you start fucking, it gets even better.”
Adam’s eyes widened as Tony’s hand slid down my spine, coming to rest possessively on my arse. “Lesson two starts when you are ready,” Tony murmured, squeezing. “Unless you’ve got homework?”
Adam sat up abruptly, hay sticking to his damp thighs. “No! I mean....” He swallowed hard, gaze dropping to Tony’s thick fingers, kneading my flesh. “I’m free and... and I like the lesson for a change.”
I chuckled, stubbing out the cigarette in the dirt. “Then get comfortable, Adam,” as I pulled him down between us, his bare skin warm against us both. “I haven’t had this much sex in years, and I’m loving it, and I am like you, demanding satisfaction.”
Tony laughed. “It only took a miracle to coax you out of your shell, Steve, but now, there’s no stopping you, it would seem.”
“Perhaps I’m making up for lost time, Tony,” I suggested, “and Adam here is just a beginner, but I suspect a quick learner. If you’re feeling exhausted, take a seat and see what happens next.”
Tony chuckled, shaking his head as he rolled onto his side. “Christ, Steve, you’re worse than a cat on heat.” But he didn’t walk away. Tony just propped himself up on an elbow, watching intently as I traced the curve of Adam’s hipbone with my finger.
Adam shivered, his cock already twitching back to life against his thigh. I leaned in, letting my breath ghost over the flushed tip. “Well, Adam?” I murmured, watching his pulse leap in his throat. “Do you fancy your first fuck?”
His fingers twisted in the hay beneath us, crushing brittle stalks. The golden boy scent of him, sun-warmed skin and salt, filled my nose as I waited. “With.... with who?”
Tony exhaled smoke through his nostrils like a dragon considering its next meal. “To fuck or to be fucked, that is the question,” he said, tapping ash onto Adam’s bare thigh, watching the boy shiver as my finger played with his slit now that he was fully erect again.
Adam’s lips parted in a perfect pink O of indecision. His gaze darted between Tony’s muscled torso, still gleaming with sweat, and my own cock stirring against his hip. “I… I don’t...know how to...”
“Ah, the question is an answer,” Tony declared. “Steve, he doesn’t know how to fuck. Perhaps we should show him. What do you think?”
Come on, you too, don’t take the piss,” Adam begged with a chuckle.
“Fair enough,” I said, climbing off the bale to grab the CY Jelly as Tony made some space. “I want you to fuck me, Adam and take your time. No rush.”
I returned to sit on Adam’s legs, his naked body flushed with a renewed erection demanding satisfaction. His cock stood stiff against his stomach, thick and pink-tipped, far more impressive than most boys his age. The scent of him, musky and sweet with youth, filled my nose as I squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto my fingers.
“You ready?”
Adam smiled and nodded his head as I started to smear the lube onto his magnificent cock. “I’m going to enjoy this, Adam, and so will you,” as I now shuffled up his thighs to straddle his hips, taking his cock in my hand, guiding it into my waiting body. “It’s going to feel tight and warm, and once you're in, your body will know what to do. Just go with the flow.”
Tony chuckled darkly from where he lounged against a hay bale, his own cock hardening again as he watched me sink onto Adam’s virgin length. “That’s it, Steve,” Tony murmured around his cigarette, “take the boy nice and slow.”
Adam gasped, his fingers digging into my thighs as I lowered myself onto his cock inch by inch. His hips twitched impatiently beneath me, his cockhead probing at my entrance before sliding in with a slick pop. “Oh fuck,” Adam whimpered, his blond lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. “It’s so... so...”
“Tight?” Tony supplied, stubbing out his cigarette and moving closer. “Hot?” He ran a calloused palm up Adam’s chest, tweaking a nipple. “Better than your hand?” as his other hand settled on my hip, guiding my movements as I began to rock.
Adam could only nod frantically, his eyes rolling back as I took him deeper. The stretch burned deliciously. Adam wasn’t small by any means, and the way his cock twitched inside me told me he was fighting not to come immediately. Tony’s hands wandered lower, one circling Adam’s cock where it disappeared into me, the other sliding to find my own spent erection. “Look at him, Steve,” Tony growled in my ear, his thumb smearing precum across my slit. “He’s never felt anything like this.” His fingers tightened around my cock. “Make him remember it.”
I rocked forward, letting Adam’s cock drag against that sweet spot inside me before sinking back down. Adam’s breath hitched sharply, his hips jerking upward uncontrollably. “Fuck! Fuck, Mr Shaw...” as he looked at his teacher.
Tony silenced him with a rough kiss, swallowing his whimpers as I increased the pace just slightly. The barn air grew thick with the scent of hay and sex, Adam’s sweat-slick chest heaving beneath me as Tony worked my cock in time with my movements, as he managed to still kiss Adam.
Adam’s climax built visibly, his thighs trembled violently, his balls drawing tight against his body. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as Tony broke their kiss to murmur filth in his ear. “That’s it, boy. Let go. Fill Steve up.”
The command tipped Adam over the edge. His back arched off the hay bale as he came, pulsing young cum in me with choked, breathless gasps. Tony groaned appreciatively at the sight, kissing down Adam’s throat as I milked him through it, riding out each spasm until the boy collapsed boneless beneath us.
Tony wasted no time. He hauled me off Adam’s softening cock, forcing me onto my hands and knees before I could protest as Adam remained underneath me. “My turn,” he growled, lining himself up.
Adam watched dazedly as Tony pushed into me with one smooth thrust, the remaining lube making the stretch easier this time. “Christ, you’re still tight,” Tony grunted, his fingers biting into my hips. Adam licked his lips unconsciously at the lewd squelch of Tony’s cock driving into me, his own softening length twitching with renewed interest. “Lesson three, Adam,” Tony panted, snapping his hips sharply. “A real man always goes for seconds.”
The rhythm was brutal. Tony’s thighs slapped against my arse with each thrust, his balls swinging heavy against mine. Adam’s gaze was glued on Tony, his mouth slightly open. I groaned as Tony hit that sweet spot again, sparks dancing behind my eyelids. “Fuck, right there!”
Tony chuckled darkly and angled his hips deliberately, battering that bundle of nerves mercilessly. My cock dripped onto the boy’s stomach beneath me, untouched and achingly hard.
Adam reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing my leaking tip. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I arched back onto Tony’s cock with a choked cry just as Adam wrapped hesitant fingers around my shaft. “You’re...you’re so wet,” Adam murmured, thumb swiping through the cum beading at my slit. Tony’s rhythm faltered for half a second, his groan rumbling through my spine as he watched his student fist my cock.
The dual sensations were overwhelming. Tony was pounding my prostate while Adam clumsily wanked me off. When Tony hit the spot again, my vision whited out. Before I knew it, I was shooting thick ropes across Adam’s chest, striping his flushed skin with my release. Tony swore violently, slamming home one final time as he came, his hips stuttering against my arse as he filled me. Adam stared down at the mess on his chest, then tentatively brought sticky fingers to his mouth, tasting me with a look of awed curiosity.
Tony collapsed beside us, breathing heavily. He reached out lazily, gathering some of my semen from Adam’s sternum and sucking it off his fingers. “Welcome to adulthood, boy,” he smirked. Adam’s answering grin was shaky but genuine, his fingers still tracing the cooling stripes on his chest.
The barn smelled like sex and sweat and crushed grass. Adam sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the mess on his stomach. “So...” he began, then hesitated, his gaze flicking between us. “Does this make me gay now?”
Tony barked a laugh and lit another cigarette. “Son,” he exhaled smoke towards the rafters, “right now you’re just a boy who got very lucky,” as he nudged my thigh with his foot. “Though if you want the full membership package...”
Adam’s blush deepened, but his laugh was genuine this time. He leaned back in the hay, stretching like a contented cat, his body gleaming in the golden evening light filtering through the barn slats.
“You can come back tomorrow,” Tony said, exhaling smoke toward the rafters. His fingers were tracing idle circles on my thigh. “Unless Steve here has drained you dry.”
Adam grinned, a hint of mischief sparking behind his exhaustion. “I’ll bring my lunch,” he suggested, his fingers trailing through the mess on his stomach. “Maybe you’ll let me eat it out here while watching you two.”
Tony’s chuckle was dark and promising. “Oh, we’ll give you something better to watch than sandwiches,” as he nudged my hip with his foot again. “Won’t we?”
I stretched lazily, the hay prickling my bare skin. “We could always show him how to properly eat out,” I murmured, watching Adam’s pupils dilate at the implication.
Adam swallowed hard, his fingers plucking nervously at the hay beneath him. His cock gave a valiant twitch against his thigh, already half-hard again despite his youthful exhaustion. “I should...” He gestured vaguely toward the farmhouse, his school clothes still discarded in the dirt. “Mum will be wondering why I’m late for dinner.”
Tony smirked, tapping ash onto Adam’s bare knee. “Best not give her reasons to ask questions then,” as he plucked Adam’s shirt from the ground, tossing it at his chest.
Adam stood up and walked to the fence outside the barn, and started to piss. His naked form, his bottom, unbelievably demanding to be touched and the flow of his water, beautiful to behold, was almost too much for me to resist. Shaking his cock afterwards, he scrambled to dress, his movements clumsy with lingering pleasure. His briefs were still damp when he pulled them up, the cotton clinging obscenely to his softening length as he tucked his impressive length inside. And then, pulling up his trousers and tucking in his shirt, provided another instance of desire that I would have to wait to sample.
Now fully dressed, holding his pullover and backpack, he hesitated at the barn door, silhouetted against the fading light, his hand hovering on the latch. “Tomorrow?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “After school tomorrow?”
“I’m sure we can accommodate you, after school tomorrow. I could even give you a lift,” Tony declared.
Adam’s answering laugh was bright with promise as he slipped out into the twilight, the barn door swinging shut behind him with a soft thud. The scent of hay and sex lingered in the air, mingling with Tony’s cigarette smoke and a nay from the horses in their stalls.
I rolled onto my side, tracing the sweat-damp hollow of Tony’s throat. “You’re terrible,” I murmured, nipping at the stubble along Tony’s jaw. “Corrupting the local youth.”
Tony’s hand slid possessively down my spine, coming to rest just above the curve of my arse. “Only the ones worth corrupting if you don’t mind,” he growled, his fingers tightening. “Now, what about one for the road?”
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