The Farmer's Son

My name is Erick, I am 30, a traveling salesman for a sporting goods wholesaler, and a macho gay. I travel a lot to small towns in the rural Midwest. And I can always find action in their public parks, glory holes in the courthouses, etc.  It was a dark and stormy Sunday night. I was traveling on a back road as a short cut. Because of the heavy downpour, I pulled into a driveway to a farmhouse. When the rain slacked up a bit, I tried to get my car started, but in vain. My car is several years old, and has more miles on it than I care to admit.

I braved the rain by covering my head with a newspaper I had in the car, went to the farmhouse where I could see a light, and knocked on the front door. I hoped they had a phone (this was pre-cell phone days). I was greeted by a real farmer-type in his mid-40s, and good-looking. I told him my name is Erick. He introduced himself as Abe.  I explained my plight, but he replied, “Your chance of finding a garage open now anywhere in these parts is nil. Better wait until tomorrow to phone.”

“Unfortunately sleeping in my car in the rain won’t be very comfortable,” I commented.

“Well, you can sleep inside. Come on in,” he said invitingly.

Abe introduced me to his dumpy wife of a hausfrau, whose name was Hilda and his gorgeous, muscular 18 year old son, named Ernest. Abe said, “You can sleep on the couch, but it isn’t very comfortable. My son has a wide bed in his bedroom, if it’s OK with you. How about you,  son?”

“That’s no problem for me, Dad” Ernest answered.  I told Abe that it was OK by me too. Need I add that I couldn’t possibly turn down such a fantastic offer? The parents’ bedroom was on the opposite side of the living room to Ernest’s.

Since they are farmers, they need to turn in early. Ernest offered me a shower in a bathroom that adjoins his bedroom, and provided a towel. When I came out of the bathroom, he was already stripped down to just his shorts and lying on the bed. I almost dropped dead at the sight of his muscular body developed by hard farm work. Since it was a warm summer night, and he had only a ceiling fan, we didn’t need a blanket. I told him I needed to take out my false teeth, and he went into the kitchen to get a glass. I filled it with water and dropped in the dentures.

I got into bed and he turned off the light on the night stand. We chitchated a bit in a low voice, and I learned that he had just recently finished high school, but had no plans for college.  I got bold and said, “I know how to give a great massage if you are interested.”

“I never had one, but I’ll try anything at least once,” he bragged.

“Turn the light back on, since I can’t do it in the dark. It would be better if you had nothing on, but if you are shy, keep your shorts on,” I offered.

“No, I’m not shy.” With that remark he almost ripped off his shorts. What a nice big dick, even soft.

“Well, lie on your stomach first.” Then I got out of bed and went into action. I don’t use just any old ordinary massage routine, as shone on those demonstration videos. I practice techniques that aren’t generally known. That included a neck-to-toes massage. After a couple of minutes, he said, “Wow. This makes me totally relaxed.” When I finished his backside, I told him to turn over. Not too surprisingly, he was half hard. This is common when guys get massaged.

Again starting at his neck, I next worked on his superb pecs. Then I worked gently with his stomach area until I slowly arrived at his groin. I took my sweet time with that area. As my hands got closer to his dick, it got harder. I just gently moved it aside, finished that part, and proceeded down his front legs. Then I proceeded back up his legs until I got to his cock. Instead of moving it, I wrapped my hand around his now-hard prick and began to gently masturbate him.

He made no effort to stop me, so I decided to spring into action without asking or saying anything to him. I fully engulfed his tool, as he moaned blissfully. He came quickly, I lay back down and he turned off the light, not bothering to put his shorts back on. Neither of us spoke a word throughout the episode.

Since farmers get up early, I was awakened at 5 a.m with Ernest shaking me. He was standing beside the bed, still naked, and with a full erection. So I did what any red-blooded cocksucker would do under the circumstances, I sat up on the bed and swallowed his dick. Again he came fast. Then he surprised me by saying, “I liked what happened last night and this morning. I wish I could do it every day.”

“Well, that would be a bit difficult,” I answered. “But I might have a partial solution. I come through this area once a week. Instead of staying at a motel, I could stay here and pay your dad the same amount as the motel, plus breakfast.

“Hey, I like that idea. Yes, talk to my dad. I think he’ll accept. A little extra money always comes in handy.” We dressed and went for breakfast. I proposed my offer to his father, who accepted.  I would spend every Sunday night there.

The following Sunday I arrived at the family’s farmhouse about 6 p.m. I had already eaten an early dinner. Getting out of my car, I saw Ernest and another guy his age sitting on the front porch. Ernest introduced me to him. “Hey this is my buddy and neighbor George.”

George was equally built and cute. He looked like a carbon copy of Ernest. George and I shook hands, then Ernest said to me, “Let me take your bag into my bedroom. I haven’t shown you our barn yet. It’s pretty up to date.” He came back out and we all three struck out for the barn, some distance from the house.

On the way Ernest said to me, “I told George about you.”

Surprised, I asked, “What did you tell him?”

“That you give a great massage.”

“So what else did you tell him?” I queried.

“Well, everything.”

“You sure are a tattle-tale,” I admonished. I knew where all of this was leading. And why not, I love to take on two at the same time. Ernest was probably more interested in showing me George’s equipment than the modernized barn.

“Let me show you the hay loft first. It has a big fork that reaches down to the hay wagon and throws the hay in the loft,” he stated proudly, using the old-fashioned country word hay wagon. So the three of us climbed steps, not a ladder, up to the hayloft.

Ernest offered, “Isn’t it comfortable up here? George, why don’t you lie down on the hay? Erick, you can feel up George, he’ll like that.” That surprised me, but what the hell. The idea turned me on, so I groped George, keeping my hand on his crotch, feeling a slow growth in his pants. When his dick got hard I unzipped his fly and managed, with a little help from George, to take out his dick. It was about the same large size as Ernest’s. I went down on George, and he gasped, “He is good.”

But Earnest corrected him, saying, “He’s not good, he’s fantastic.” Ernest them began pushing my head up and down on George’s rod, probably to get in on the action. George came fast, as they always do with my superb technique. I wondered why Ernest wasn’t pulling out his prick. I felt it in his pants and it was hard. He told me that he wanted to save his load until after he had gotten a massage later in bed.

We three went back to the house. I went inside to say hello to Abe. I noticed that he seemed a little different, and at first I couldn’t figure out why. Ever so often, he would steal a quick sideways glance at me. Being perceptive, I realized that he was probably puzzled about his son’s chumy relationship with me. Did he suspect something?

George left and I sat on the front porch enjoying the quietness of the country, while the family had dinner. Soon it was bedtime and I’m sure Ernest was eager to retire. We did our usual thing. The next morning, I had breakfast, said my good-byes, and left.

The following Sunday, when I arrived, Ernest and George were again sitting on the front porch. I asked Ernest, “Where’s your Dad? I don’t see his car.”

“He and my Mom went to the Mall. They just left and won’t be back for a couple of hours. I have an idea. How about giving me and George a massage in my bedroom?”

“Sounds OK to me,” I replied.  The two wasted no time stripping and stretching out nude on Ernest’s bed. I wish I could share with you a photo of the two studs lying there. No need to repeat the sex details. A good time was had by all.

The following Sunday when I arrived, Abe was sitting on the front porch, shirtless. He still had a nice build for his age. “Where’s Ernest,” I asked.

“He took Hilda to the mall. She loves to spend time and money there. I was in no mood to go,” he explained. I sat down beside him on the porch swing. Then he surprised me by saying, “Can I talk to you confidently? You seem like a man with lots of experience.”

“Of course, say anything you want. I can keep a secret,” I assured him.

“I see by your wedding ring that you are a married man,” Abe commented.

“More or less. We’re separated,” I lied.

He began, “Well, here’s what’s on my mind. Hilda never liked sex very much. That’s why we have only one child. She hasn’t let me have any for several years. I’m not very happy about it. I don’t want to go with another woman. I’m an honorable man.”

“You can always use your hand,” I suggested.

“Well, I do, but I’m bored with that solution”

“I have a suggestion,” I said courageously. “You know, some married men let other men suck their dick. It’s not like you’re cheating on your wife. Besides, men suck cock better than women.”

“He confessed, “I had a guy give me a blow job when I was 20, It was OK. But I don’t know any guys who do that in these parts.”

Abe began to grope himself, and I could tell his dick was getting hard. I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. He looked shocked and surprised, but didn’t stop me. Although we were on the front porch, the area in front of the house was wooded, blocking any view from the road. I struggled to get the five buttons of his fly freed from inside in his bib overalls. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing underwear. That made it easier to get his cock out. He was watching me with amazement, saying nothing, but looking pleased.

I leaned over and swallowed his cock. It was about the same size as his son’s. He moaned like the truly sex-starved person that he was. Meanwhile our porch swing was rocking back and forth, creating a new experience for me. I enjoyed it. Sure enough, he came fast, as I imagined he would. He thanked me and said, “I wish I had known about this earlier. I’ve been missing out on something good. Do you do this to Ernest too?”

“You’ll have to ask him,” I replied, knowing that he wouldn’t, but that he probably felt that I was sucking off his son too.

“How can we do this again?” he asked.

“You’ll have to plan something,” I replied.

Regrettably, this story doesn’t have a happy ending. During the week after my episode with Abe, my superiors told me that I would be transferred to a different sales region.  It was to be an area from 50 to 100 miles south of the town I live in, instead of 50-100 miles of territory to the north, where Ernest and his family lived.

The following Sunday I broke the news. I was heart-broken. I could see that Ernest took it hard. His dad seemed crestfallen too. Not only would they lose sexual favors, they would lose a bit of income as well. I gave Ernest my phone number, but it is now six months later and he hasn’t phoned.

Well, I never believed that the world is perfect.