By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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The river was slow-moving, calm and deep, the trees around it shaded much of its waters so the water within was cooler than the hot day about, and the water was a dull blue color, common in the heavy Southern muddy lands about, but when you got out in it, you could see down well over a foot before the murk darkened things into oblivion. At this point, the river had left a short amount of rocky bank, water-smoothed rocks that made bare-foot walking a bit uncomfortable but tolerable so long as you kept walking to a minimum. During heavy rains, these waters would surge up to well over this bank and up to the rather cliff-life surroundings about it, and these trees would be submerged up to their treetops, but such submerging was temporary and did the trees and bushes little or no harm, and afforded the fish a bounty of grass seed and insect larvae to nibble on so that they were plentiful, fat and easy prey to a fisherman.
The only sounds about were the soft sounds of the flowing river and the chirps of a few birds interrupted now and then by the caw of a crow or chitter of a squirrel.
Then, like a banshee bursting onto a room of a dying person, there was a caterwauling sound of "YAAAAAAAAAA-HOOOOOOOO!" and from a hitherto unseen rope hung from an overhanging branch, a naked, muscled man swung well out over the river and landed in the water with a resounding splash that must have scared away the fish for a hundred yards or more.
"That was a big one, Cam!" called the man hidden in the tree as the man in the river surfaced.
"Come on in, Jack, the water's just the right temperature!"
"Get out of the way and I will!" came the answer.
The man in the water (big, sun-bronzed, strawberry-blond hair soaking wet from his dive), made some powerful strokes to get downstream and soon a second buffed stud with black hair made a similar spread-eagled Tarzan swing on the rope out to land approximately where the first man had hit with a similar splash and racket of "YEEEEEEEEE-HAHHHHHHHHH!"
He surfaced and did a swing of his head backwards to send an arcing spray of water that didn't quite have the seductive effect of a woman doing that, as his hair was much too short and only a few droplets flew out, but he bobbed like his buddy did and said, "Yow, you're right, this is just what the doctor ordered after all that damned hay-baling."
"Rest of the day is all ours!" Cam said. "And I figure we can spend the whole damned day right down here on this here river."
"Sounds good to me. But better get out of here before sundown, for the mosquitoes will be fearsome." Jack replied. "Man, hauling those bales yesterday damned near wiped me out."
"Yeah, who used a hay baler any more. Modern farms drive a machine that just scoops up the hay and rolls it into a huge ball they can just leave in the field for the cow to eat as they want to. You and me, we're going to be hauling hay from the barn out to the cows every night and morning all winter long. I'm just glad we're not having to do that now!"
"Ohhhh, don't remind me!" Jack splashed water at Cam's face and got him with a good arc of water right in his face. That resulted in a water fight and a goodly bit of water splashing fun, followed by some water wrestling and then a swimming race that exercised their work-worn muscles and thus let them work out the ache of the tedious chore of the prior day of lifting the bales of hay from the field and then loading them into stacks in the barn.
After that, they lounged in the water and drifted some, then swam back again, the current didn't fight them much but by then they were ready to get out of the water and into the shade again, for the sun wasn't blocked by the trees by now. Besides, the lunch kindly packed for them by the farmer's wife called for them, and part of that was some of her good cold fried chicken she'd made for them the night before in a quantity enough to let her have leftovers for just this occasion. Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn didn't pay that well, but they didn't treat their hired hands so bad in the room and board part, either. The pair ate well at the table three squares a day, and she would often make special dishes when they worked extra hard like yesterday.
And the lunch. They remained nude so they could air-dry while they broke out the sandwiches and cold chicken and the beer she had packed. Only two apiece, not enough to get drunk, but enough to wet the whistle, and they agreed to save one for the mid-afternoon when they'd crave it more. It remained in their cooler and they gobbled the chicken and found a square of her good chocolate cake each inside the lunchbox as well and once they got outside of that, they were as content as two hunky farm hands could be.
"I don't know about you, but I could lay down for a nap." Jack said.
Cam yawned, "I could sleep off that meal myself." he agreed.
They had blow-up mattresses and they puffed and huffed and when they were done, they laid blankets on top of them and stretched out and soon were both snoring away with their muscles a golden tapestry of brown and tan mountains any artist would have craved to have painted.
Cam was older at twenty-five, a large man with a sizeable chest barrel, his large ribcage was further enhanced with the powerful pectorals that had made his job of loading the pickup truck with the bales of hay to well above the cab in an orderly self-holding stack, his powerful biceps stuck out in orange-sized balls even at rest, his abdominals were pumped up due to their massive workout the day before and his legs were thick and able to stand for the miserable eighteen-hour day he had put in with the hay-baling that had lasted from sun-up until well after sundown. His hair was dried now and paler strawberry blond, his eyes though closed were bright blue, his nose was a button nose but manly on his face, his cheeks were Santa-Claus like but the ruggedness of his form dwarfed that from jolliness into manliness. He was good-natured but you didn't dare cross him for fear of that huge body being turned against you.
Jack was younger at twenty-two, his black-hair was so well-trained that even having been wet, it stayed in its place on his head, making him look well-coifed, his features were cologne-advertisement handsome, and he had a muscled body that wouldn't need any photoshopping afterwards to make the consumers drool over his form like the famous Arrow Collar Man of yore. His body was smaller but still well-formed, he had kept up with Cam but had suffered more, his younger body had held up but barely, and only his young ability to cast off fatigue had saved him for the day's activities. The luncheon had hit his body harder than Cam, and he had needed the nap more, for his body needed the recharge, and his skin had burned more than Cam's, for his body was fairer than Cam's and didn't tan as well. He was redder more than bronzed but not quite sunburned from yesterday's ordeal.
Cam woke up an hour later with a woody like he often did and felt it absently before remembering where he was (not his bedroom) and he started, and sat up. Jack was still asleep, and his young prick was forming a sort of shaded sundial, his gnomon pointing the wrong direction for telling time, but speaking a different message to the aroused Cam, who sketched a raunchy grin on his face and decided to give his young co-worker a pleasant way to wake up from his nap.
Soft as a cat on the prowl, he slid off his own mattress and crept on his hands and toes over to Jack's mattress, a distance of only a few feet. Equally carefully, he lowered his face only, not touching the rest of Jack's body, over the tall, turgid tower of Jack's manhood, and his practiced lips lubricated it as he gently slid down over the shaft, lapping at it with this tongue to add more liquid as he did so. His tongue played about to add an exquisite element of irregularity to the sensations and he reached the bottom of the eight-inch cock and his tongue played over the tops of the warm, savory balls, then he gripped the column tightly and began to draw upwards, and as he did, Jack stirred and as Cam rose to the flare of the glans now shrouded heavily in the folds of the cockskin, Jack loosed a soft, sighing moan. "Mmmmmmmm!"
Knowing Jack was awake, Cam ended his stealth and bent over to really chow down on his young co-worker's pecker, giving that young come-loaded honker the oral overdrive it deserved.
Jack groaned and his hand, lying near Cam's own man-sausage hanging free-swinging between his thighs, reached up, fumbled slightly and then gripped the thick love-log and began to work it like milking a cow. Cam moaned around Jack's prong and Jack grunted out, "Swing that motherfucker up here!"
Cam grunted and used Jack's dong as a fulcrum to waddle on his knees over to straddle Jack's body, he planted his knees on either side of Jack's head and that put his whanger right into Jack's young, eager face. Jack knocked the cock to one side to get it off his left cheek and then caught the swinging wiener in his mouth and began to give Cam an upside down version of the back-and-forth action he was being given by the stud atop him.
There was a short time of the two of them nursing at each other in this way, but Jack was hindered from operating at full capacity and he choked a time or two and Cam relented and got off of Jack and said, "Let me pull these mattresses together."
"Works for me," Jack panted.
As Cam stood up with his cock spit-slimed and drooling with precome and Jack's spit, he dragged his own mattress over the rocks to lie next to Jack's mattress, he said, "Damn, kid, if I knew you liked cock, I would have been stuffing you when you came to work with me six months ago."
"Hell, and I wouldn't have been jacking myself every night in the next room if I'd known about you. I'm glad you took the risk of pissing me off."
"Not much danger of that," Cam chuckled. "Even a straight guy, if you get him alone and private like we are and offer to suck his dick, he'll moan and lie still for you. It wasn't until you told me to give you mine that I knew you were a fellow cocksucker. Now we both know, we can make up for lost time, maybe. So let's get busy." He had finished the quick maneuver of mattresses and he clambered onto his upside down to Jack and Jack scooted into position and the two were sort of side-to-side but with their lower parts more flattened to the mattress, and their upper parts twisted around, which made for much more comfortable and flexible sucking.
This lasted for a while with audible slurps and pops and splorps and shlups, then Cam wrenched his mouth from the reddened cockhead of Jack's luscious lollipop lingam and said breathlessly, "Say, Jack?"
Jack reluctantly released his own hold on Cam's pecker and gasped, "What?"
"Could you fuck me now?"
"Right now?" Jack was appalled only because his balls were raging, he was about to explode, and now Cam was applying the brakes.
"Yeah, I haven't had a hard dong up my butt for over a year and I miss it so much. Give me a hard ramming, man, you're slicked up enough for me, I made sure of that."
"Okay, okay, but don't expect me to last too long." Jack panted. "I'm bubbling like a still ready to drip out the 'shine."
"So boil over inside of me," Cam said as he rolled onto his back and held out his arms and legs for Jack to climb inside.
Jack got on board and Cam clamped his legs on the younger man's strong legs and his arms around the husky back and with his purchase, he maneuvered the young buttocks of his lover to the right position to cram his love-muscle into his quiveringly eager ass. The sphincter clamped onto Jack's glans the moment it entered and sucked at him to pull him deeper, and Jack groaned as he felt his cock almost being yanked into the man's hungry bowels.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, jeeeeez!' he groaned. Damn, Cam, how are you doing this to me! I'm in you to the damned base and I got eight inches, how did you take it on the first damned push?"
"I said I was missing cock up my ass," Cam grunted. "Now, I'm not no virgin pussy you have to mess around with before you can ramp it up, give my ass hell and ram me with all you got, you got me, Jack, don't treat me all soft and gentle, I want you to hammer me hard!"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jack shivered. "Okay, Cam, you asked for it." Jack began to thrust with all the strength and power in his young body that he could muster. He wasn't the powerhouse that Cam was, but he was far from a weakling and he had the endless energy of the young man, he used all of it to slam and pound and batter the older man's butt and Cam just clung to Jack and groaned and moaned and begged him for more.
"Yeah, that's it, Jack, give it to me harder, fuck my ass harder, come on, you can do more, give it all you've got, yeah, come on, hard as you can do it, God, that feels so good, nothing better than the feel of a hard man cock in your ass on a hot summer afternoon, oh, yeah, do it, fuck me good, Jack, fuck me, good, I'm going to blast my nuts just from you screwing my fucking brains out!"
"Ohhhhh, God, Cam, I should have told you wouldn't last, and my balls are freaking sizzling!" Jack panted. "Shit, man, can I come in your ass, is that okay?"
"Hell, yeah, pump it all in, fill me up with that hot juicy cream, Jack, all of it, I want all of it!"
"You got it, buddy, and I'm gonna give it to you right...fucking....now! AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH, AHHHH-UHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN!" Jack arced his back like a bow with his cock the arrow and the tips were the jets of his jizm that shot into Cam's ass in rapid succession like an expert archer with every shot in precise trajectory to penetrate the maximum distance.
Cam felt the hot seed spilling into him and the orgasmic joy of Jack's cries and he let out a joyous howl of "HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-UH-UH-UHUHUHUH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHH!" and he squirted hot spunk all over Jack's chest and stomach and his own body with energetic jets of his own nine-inch prod squirting joyously at the delight driving through the man's body.
"Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" Jack gasped as his climax released him and he sagged down to lie on the warm, strong, come-greased chest of his co-worker and Cam heaved in his own recovery and his huge paws kindly patted the younger man's strong back and they breathed and heaved as one as they fought to recover from their passion's assault.
"Oh, man, that was fucking terrific!" Jack said in tired enthusiasm after a moment.
"You are one terrific piece of hot man-cock, and you know how to use it," Cam praised him and Jack flushed but grinned at the praise.
A short silence, then Jack said, "Well, we fucked our brains out, now what do we do?"
Cam looked down at himself, then over at Jack, and said, "Looks like we both need to wash ourselves off. I'm sweaty and covered with come, and so are you."
Jack inspected his come-splattered chest and grinned, "I reckon we'd better at that."
This time they both waded sedately into the river and swam about with slow gentle strokes, just enjoying the still-cool water on the increasing hot day, though they found the mid-day sun had made the central part of the river rather too warm for much swimming. It did the task of washing them clean though, so they returned to the bank and again air-dried their bodies on the mattresses, and talked lazily about things they had to see to around the farm and how to share the duties, and what their plans were for the future (no farm hand plans to do it for the rest of their life though sometimes it works out that way) and the day wore on.
But young men don't expend all their virile energy with one tryst, not when their partner is still there, and their privacy and their contentment, and they had a bit of food still from the luncheon packed and their second beers, so they made a mid-afternoon snack and after that was done, by common unspoken consent, they moved closer again and their lips met and they kissed in the way of longtime lovers, though their relationship had begun scant weeks ago and their lovemaking that very day.
They kissed over each other's bodies, exploring the muscles of each other's forms, for they each admired the muscles of the other, as strong men admire other strong men, and in slow stages, they again ended up head to crotch and sucking on each other. This time it was Jack who interrupted a robust sucking session by pulling off of Cam's pud and saying, "Cam, how about you fuck me this time?"
Cam released and asked, "You sure about that, kid?"
"Yeah, I can't take that all-out that you wanted, but I like a good fuck. Can you reel in the monster for me?"
Cam smiled. "I can harness the Minotaur for you, no problem. He may snort and chomp, but he'll come to heel."
"Then let's do it."
Jack had lubed up Cam's cock with his spit like Cam had done him, so Cam just climbed on Jack like they had done in reverse before, and he eased his man-sized cock into Jack, who winced and grunted and had to ask for pauses, but soon enough had Cam's prick imbedded over halfway inside him. That was enough for Cam to begin to move and after a time, Jack was loose enough to let him move more fully and deeper inside Jack's butt, the young man had fully adjusted to his virile visitor.
"Yeah, nice tight ass you got, Jack," Cam said appreciatively. "I can see why you want to protect it, so nice and tight."
"Mmmm, but you feel so good, big as you are. Pump me, but remember I'm like a loaf of bread, the harder you squeeze, the more you're likely to warp it out of shape for good. Keep me well and I'll keep you well."
"You got it, buddy." Cam began to thrust at Jack with a vigor that was discretely delicate and not irregular in the angle, all it did was inflame Jack's joys. He clung to Cam like a drowning swimmer clings to the plank of flotsam of his shipwreck, and groaned as he was pumped by the studly man atop him and he moaned as the big man sped up his thrusts even more.
"Oh, oh, oh, shit, yeah, hard man meat, love it, oh, oh, shit, that's so good, so good, man, I'm about to come, squirt it all over you like you did all over me, yeah, uh, squirt all over, yeah, fuck, yeah!"
"Aaaahhhh, yeah, that tight ass is milking at me, you want it all, don't you, want me to squirt inside you sweet young ass, don't you, don't you?"
"Yeah, you pump it all inside me and I'll squirt mine all over you! Hell, yeah, yeah, do it, do it!"
"Yeah, I'm going to do it, do it, now, now, AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH!"
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,YEAHHHH! AHHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH!"
"I'M COMING, JACK, COMING, COMING!"
"YEAH, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT! UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHHHH!"
"AAHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH, AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHH, AH-AHHHHHHHH!"
Cam squirted his heavy hot spunk into Jack's warm, inflamed bowels where it burned and sizzled Jack's insides with salty, slimy seed.
"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH! HUH-HUHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!"
Jack groaned and his cock did in fact jet most of his spunk up onto Cam's oversized chest barrel, where it dripped down on to Jack like heavy white drops of rain off a house roof, plop-plop-plop!
Cam finished and practically fell onto Jack with a heavy "whoof!" from Jack as he landed but Jack recovered and held the heavy man with tolerance and gasping breath while Cam caught his own breath enough to moan and roll over to lie by Jack's side where he huffed and puffed and moaned and groaned and finally sighed. "Now we're all messed up again, aren't we?"
"Yeah, and that sun's getting close to going behind the trees." Jack noted.
"Yep, our little holiday is about over."
"What are we going to do when we get back to the farm?"
You can put your bed in my room and we can push the beds together." Cam said.
"Won't Mr. Vaughn get mad about that?"
"Can't see why. When I went to work for him and he showed me the room, that's how the beds were to begin with. I figure he doesn't care what we do long as we feed the cows and chickens and pigs and bale the hay right."
"Great. So I guess we should go in the river."
"Yep, but let's do it the way we went in the first time."
"Right." Naked, they padded up into the trees. Soon enough, there was a screech of "YAAAAAAAA-HOOOOOOOO!" as a naked figure flew out over the river and landed with a loud splash enough to scare away the fish. A good end to a good day off work for a pair of hired farm hands.
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