The Club

An Unexpected Visit, midday in the field

It was midday and I had already eaten my dinner with Dottie and the kids. I still kept the old way of napping for a bit afterward. Many didn't as it wasn't the American way but I often found it necessary, especially in the mid-summer when the heat meant I really couldn't get much work done anyway.

But now the nap was done and I was out in the field again walking through the rows of corn, checking their progress and looking to see if any of the usual varmints and pests were doing any damage to things.

It was hot and I was shirtless. I actually liked this kind of heat. Dottie had a special family recipe for a lotion that kept my skin from burning and making it darker the more sun I took in. I always like that weathered look on me. I still wore my work boots and trousers though. You never know what might be out there crawling around in the field.

After checking the roots and lower stalks in one of the rows I started to stand up again when I heard my name called out. I wasn't sure I heard it really. It wouldn't be the usual way to find me, not out here in the field. We had a family signal if someone was out and was needed back at the house. Dottie had an old piercing army whistle from her Dad that she blew. My signal was two long blasts, and boy, could she blast it. I never missed a time when she blew that thing and needed me, which was good 'cuz she only did it when it was urgent.

There is was again. My name is called. Though I stood just over six feet, I still couldn't see much past the rows of corn I was in, so I just hollered back, “Who's looking?”

“Me, Johnny. It's Christien.” What’ my young cousin doing out looking for me?

I took my bright red handkerchief out of my back pocket and waved it over my head, thinking that would be the only thing anybody might see. “Here, Christien. Over here.”

“I see ya now. Be right over. Keep waving it,” Christien hollered.

So I did. And before long there was a break in the row and there he was busting through the corn stalks.

“Don't you break none of my stalks now, your hear?” I called out to him.

Laughing he said, “I know better 'n that.” When he was a little closer he added, “Erik told me to come out and see you.”

“Oh yeah, what for?” Erik wasn't one of my favorite cousins. It made me all the more suspicious about why he's sending Christien all the way out here in the middle of the day.

Christien looked a little confused. He said, “Um... Didn't he tell you? I mean, explain it to you?”

“No. I haven't seen Erik since the 4th of July fireworks,” I replied. “So what's up?”

Christien hesitated, “Um... Maybe I should go and wait till you've had a chance to talk with him.” Then, with his head down, he started to turn as if to leave.

“Why?” I asked. “You're here now. Just tell me what's going on,” I was getting impatient. This sounded like another one of Erik’s weird ideas and him making Christien do it. “What's the big secret?”

“Well, I think you know at least that much. That there is a big secret. 'Cuz I know you're a part of the secret or Erik wouldn't have told me to come out here 'n see you.”

‘God, no. Not that again,’ I thought. ‘I'm going to kill my cousin so help me god!’

I knew my face was even redder than the sun could make it. I was hot all over too. My knee started shakin' like it does when I know I should just walk away from a fight. I mean, this wasn't Christien's fault. But... now Christien knows about me too?!!

Softly, and very slowly, and deliberate like, I said, “Christien,” I paused to breathe and calm a bit. I needed to be sure I was right about Erik’s assignment. “Let's be sure we're on the same page here, awright? Just what are you referring to? What secret?”

"Erik told me that you ain't been pledged yet but you been to the shed and I should come out 'n lend my service," Christien said confidently.

“Your service?” I queried. “What the heck?”

“Yes, sir. See you might not know about this kinda thing yet, but I'm a Newbie in The Club and I need to learn servicing."

“Servicing.”

Christien just stood there, standing tall, shoulders back, chest out, and nodding at me.

Servicing. I wasn't even totally sure what that really meant, except that if it was about the shed... He wasn't really here to do that to me, was he? Not Christien?!

I didn't know what to say or what to do. But I thought, ‘You get the hell outa here. I don’t know what you’re talking about but it sure sounds like Erik's been telling you lies about me. And whatever it is you think you’re going to do for me, I certainly don’t need any.’

I was so busy thinking my thoughts and what I should do and say that I hadn't noticed Christien. I looked up and he was crouching down, getting down on his knees. He leaned back on his haunches, resting his butt on his ankles. Then when he looked up into my face, I saw. He was totally buck naked!

Christien rested his hands on his thighs. He spread his legs wide apart. Then he leaned back some more, arching his back as he did so. When he did, it was like he was lifting his chest up to the sunlight. He looked at me with that beautiful smile of his. The sun was high in the sky and created a dark shadow emphasizing his well-developed pectorals and the ridges of his abdominal muscles.

There, rising stiffly and firmly between his thighs up to, maybe past his navel, was his massive willy, rigid, and pulsing a bit it was. He bore it proudly for me to look at and admire. And I couldn't help but do just that. It seemed so man-sized for a kid who was barely a man, at least age-wise. But he was indeed a man in that department, and more so, than many I'd seen. Though I never actually seen another man erect like that. I only felt Erik's.

I just stood there. Closed my eyes tight. But I still saw the sight of Christien kneeling there. I couldn’t help it. I get just as aroused as he was. My pants stuck way out in front of me. I started to hurt down there, being all held in tight like it was. So I unzipped. I had to let it out. Felt a whole lot better now, it did. Poking out free. Getting the heat of all that sunshine.

All of a sudden it felt even warmer. Wet, too. I squinted my eyes opened and there he was, Christien, down on his knees taking me in his mouth. He's working me now, sliding up and down on it. Man, he's making me feel really good. Gosh, right out here in the open, in the middle of the day.

Bouncing around on a tractor most days, I usually get myself a stiffy. I let my hand ounce around on it too, just playing, feeling good. Nothing much to it. Though sometimes I get spots on my drawers.

But now, it’s a mouth on me. No hands, just a wet hole that I can poke my willy in. Oh man, he’s getting me. I can feel it getting stronger. You know? That pulsing in my crotch spreads through my whole body. I’m sweating like that ol’ hog of Grandad’s.

Man oh man, I don’t know what’s he doing down there but… shit! Oh shit! I… UGH! Golly, he’s sucking my pole pulling all that seed of mine right up and swallowing into his gullet. Pull off there. Christien. Pull off now. And with one helluva suck, it popped right out of his mouth.

He grinned up at me, licking his lips. I was panting to beat the band. And I ‘Who told him he needs practice? I sure don’t think so!’