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by Max Vos


  “Let me down, you goon,” I managed to squeak out.

  Carl dropped me to my feet and then gave me another swat on the ass.

  “Now I got two kids to harass. I’m gonna enjoy this!” Carl was clearly enjoying this way too much. I looked at Matt and he nodded. I knew then that he’d be getting a payback sometime today.

  I strode over to the door and looked outside. The sun had just come up and there was a light fog hugging the ground in the distance, just past the garden. The scene looked peaceful and serene. Stepping out onto the back deck, one could see that it was anything but. The chairs and table we had dined at last night were scattered across the deck and the yard. The top was missing from the hot tub, and some rather large limbs and branches from trees littered the yard as well.

  Carl walked out behind me, handing me a cup of strong black coffee. Good thing I was okay taking it black. We stood there for a moment and then Matt came out to join us.

  “Looks like we’ve got some work cut out for us,” Carl pointed out. “It’s not as bad as it could have been though.” He turned, looking behind us at the roof. “Doesn’t seem as if we lost any shingles, but I’ll need to get up there and make sure.”

  “Um, guys… if you'd like, I can stay for a few days and help out. I mean, if you don’t mind. I don’t want to impose or anything.” I could feel myself blushing, like maybe I was over stepping my boundaries. Like a ton of bricks, I realized I didn’t want to leave.

  “You don’t have to do that.” Carl looked surprised. “If you want to stay, you are more than welcome to, but you don’t have to work to stay.” He was dead serious.

  “I’d like to. It would be nice if you’d let me,” I said sincerely.

  “Carter, I know we just met and all, but I think I can speak for Carl as well as for myself when I say we feel a connection with you. It’s like we’ve known you a lot longer than the twenty-four hours you’ve been here. You’re more than welcome to stick around for as long as you want. If you want to help out, if that makes you feel better, then I’m sure we’d appreciate any help you wanna give. It’d be like having the little brother I always wanted. And you sure are little.” Matt was teasing me, but I felt the sincerity of what he was saying.

  “I agree with Matt. Carter, you stick around as long as you want.” Carl turned and picked me up, planting one of those cartoon-like smacking kisses on me. “You’re just so cute and cuddly.” He leered at me.

  “Would you fucking put me down? Damn, you two, stop picking me up. I’m not a little kid.” I tried my best to give them a good indignant pout, but I couldn’t without laughing.

  They both laughed at me, or with me. It was a great feeling being around these strong and very confident men. For the first time in a long time, I felt free from the everyday stresses that life can sometimes impose on you. It had been awhile since I had taken a vacation and I felt more relaxed and at ease than any vacation I’d ever had. It was energizing. This was a feeling that I was having a hard time defining; it was different.

  “Well. I guess we need to get something to eat before we do a full inspection of what all else there is to deal with,” Carl said as he downed the last of his coffee.

  I watched as Carl rubbed his furry chest, with the remnants of my cum dried there. “Might want to take a shower, don’t ya think?” I commented.

  “Why?” Carl winked at me. “Don’t you like your stank on me? I kinda like it myself, what’cha think, Matt?”

  “Smells pretty good to me,” Matt added as he leaned in close to Carl’s chest taking a deep breath, then licking him. “Taste pretty good, too!”

  “You’re both disgusting.” I frowned at them, but was kind of pleased at the same time. It was flattering in a way that Carl wanted to wear my cum on him all day. I can only imagine what he would smell like after he worked up a good sweat that would mingle with my seed all over him. Damn, I’m turning into a total pig. I laughed to myself.

  I spun around on my heel, trying to be as indignant as I could. I walked into the house and back to the kitchen to refill my cup of coffee. When I had that done, I was kind of at a loss, not knowing what to do just then. I wasn’t sure where my clothes were. Giggling to myself, I came to the conclusion that I didn’t really care if I got dressed or not.

  “I think we should just make him run around naked all day, what’cha think, Matt?” Carl teased me, as if reading my mind.

  “Not if we expect to get any work done. One or each of us will be wanting to tap that ass and not be able to concentrate on much else.” Matt ruffled my hair on his way over to the coffee maker.

  “Yeah, I guess you gotta point there. But if we didn’t have so much to do, I think we’d have to keep him naked. Ain’t nuttin’ wrong with having a little eye candy around.” Now it was Matt’s turn to be harassed by Carl. “I’m tired of lookin’ at your sorry ass all the time. Nice to have some fresh meat around.”

  “Fine, old man, I’ll remember that the next time you’re feeling all lovey-dovey and shit,” Matt huffed good naturedly.

  “Oh, now don’t go being like that, baby. You know I still love you more than my boots, and them boots are good and broke in.” Carl winked at me before following Matt down the hall to what I assumed was their bedroom. “Your clothes are in the dryer in the mud room, Carter… if you want them that is,” he called out over his shoulder.

  Laughing, I went to get my clothes and got dressed.

  *****

  With all three of us packed into the front seat of the truck, we toured the farm, checking out the damage from the storm. It looked pretty bad from my perspective, but both Matt and Carl thought that it was relatively light considering how bad it could have been. Most of it, they pointed out, was only tree limbs and branches. There were several spots where some of the limbs had fallen across some of the barbed wire fencing, but they said that wouldn’t be that difficult to repair. Luckily, none of the cattle had gotten out, or so it appeared.

  The bull pens all were damage free, and that had been Carl’s biggest concern. The chicken coop, however, didn’t fare as well. The wind had blown it completely off its foundation and it had broken apart. Matt said that the biggest issue was rounding up all the chickens before some of the local wildlife got to them. As we drove up to a large barn, it appeared that the strong winds had blown some of the metal roofing off, which had disappeared to somewhere as yet to be determined. Matt and Carl counted eight or possibly nine sheets that would have to be replaced, again something they didn’t seem all that worried about, but it needed to be taken care of first and foremost. The biggest concern was keeping all the feed and hay dry, they informed me.

  “I’m a thinkin’ that we make up a list of what we’re gonna need to get things fixed up and Matt, you go and get ‘em,” Carl suggested. “Meanwhile, me and Carter can start clearing some of these branches and such.”

  “Carter and I,” Matt said, shaking his head.

  “Yeah, well… whatever. You know what I meant, smartass,” Carl said indignantly.

  “Okay. That sounds like a good, solid plan.” Matt smiled.

  He pulled a note pad from the glove box of the truck, and he and Carl made a short list of things that they needed right now and a list of things that could wait if Matt didn’t have enough room in the truck.

  “Oh, and make sure to pick up a pair of Mules here for short-shit. I doubt any of ours is gonna fit ‘im,” Carl said, adding to the already long list of things that would be needed.

  I looked at him like he was crazy. “What in the hell will I do, or need, with mules?”

  Carl and Matt laughed. “They’re a brand of leather work gloves there, city boy.” Matt snorted as he wrote it down in the notebook.

  Carl drove all of us back to the house in the truck so that Matt could take it to go into town. Carl and I would use the tractor with a flatbed trailer hooked up to it, and start on some of the work.

  After Matt left, Carl and I walked over to the barn.

  “I
think we can start cleanin’ up here first,” he said, looking around. “We’ll get all the brush piled up here and then use the shredder.”

  “The what?”

  “It’s that big red thing over there.” Carl pointed to a machine not far from the double-doors of the barn. “It’ll eat up all this debris and make some good mulch for the garden and flowerbeds around the house.”

  “Oh… okay,” I replied. I wasn’t sure how that was going to work, but I was game to whatever he had planned.

  For the first time in my life, I rode on the side of a tractor. Carl said that later on he would show me how to drive it. We made our way out to where there was the most brush that needed tending to. I found that those gloves of Matt’s were way too big and kept wanting to slip off. The realization of how important good work-gloves were made me wish that he would hurry up and get back, hopefully with some that fit. It didn’t take us long to work up a respectable sweat, and we both stripped off our shirts. I noticed that my polo shirt was pretty much toast, but I didn’t mind. I was actually enjoying myself. I know a good part of that was because I was able to spend time with Carl. Working alongside of him allowed me to get to know the man better, much better than any interview.

  Sometime around noon, Carl said we should stop, cool down, rinse off, and get something to eat. He also said it shouldn’t be too much longer before Matt got back with most of the supplies that we’d need. We took the tractor back to the barn, the trailer fully loaded with debris. I followed Carl to the carport where we both stripped and proceeded into the shower room. The cool water felt good and refreshing. Washing all the dust and dirt off my body left me feeling rejuvenated.

  I noticed that Carl was watching me with a slight grin on his face. I had a feeling I knew what he was thinking, since I had been thinking it most of the morning. I finished rinsing off and stood there letting the water wash over me, my eyes closed, my hands braced against the wall.

  When Carl was finished rinsing off, I opened my eyes and slowly walked towards him. “Carl, would you do me a favor?”

  “Sure, Carter. If I can, that is,” he replied.

  “Will you please let me suck your dick?”

  I think I got him with that one. For the first time since we’d met he was at a loss for words. When he finally found his voice, he smiled at me and said, “Carter, you can suck my dick any ol’ time you want, within reason of course. Don’t need you trying to suck me off in the middle of the store or nothin’, mind you.” He chuckled, a twinkle in his eye.

  That was all the invitation I needed. I dropped to my knees in front of him, taking his already hardening dick in my hand. Licking my lips, I started to give him the best blowjob I could. I slid my tongue around the deepening purple head of his now hard dick, and then pushed the tip of it into the slit, scooping out any sweet pre-cum he might give me. I had him moaning in no time.

  He reached down, put his hands on either side of my face and took over, gently fucking my face in a slow steady pace. Timing his strokes, I opened up my throat to allow him in. I put my hands on his hips and pulled until my nose was buried in his thick pubic hair. When he bottomed out in my throat, he groaned, so I knew he was enjoying it.

  I let him continue, the pace he set keeping my throat open and massaging the head each time he pushed all the way in. Each time he bottomed out, he would pause for a moment, enjoying the feeling before pulling back. With one hand, I started to play with his balls, massaging them, drawing them down, making him really groan. With the other hand, I gathered some of my slobber that was dripping down his wet dick and started to rub it against his hole, massaging it. When I slipped my middle finger in to the knuckle, it sent him over the edge.

  The man unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum, flooding my mouth. There was so much that I couldn’t keep up and some escaped, even though I had my lips firmly locked around his cock. I kept on sucking until he pushed me away, his dick too sensitive to let me go on.

  “Damn boy, you sure do suck a mean dick. I’ve not had that good a blowjob in quite a while. I almost forgot how much I enjoyed it,” Carl panted out. His face flushed and eyes fluttering open and closed.

  “Doesn’t Matt blow you?” I asked, surprised.

  “Yeah, when I let him, I guess. Most of the time I want to suck him and fuck him.” Carl laughed. “I’ve not given him much of a chance to, I reckon. I’ll have to change that.”

  “Well, I know firsthand he is really good at it. I’d let him do me any time.” I smiled at Carl.

  Carl leaned down and started licking the sides of my mouth where some of his tasty spunk had leaked out, then he kissed me. When he was done, he pulled me into a nice hug. We stood there under the showerhead, just enjoying the feel of each other. It was really nice and I welcomed the feel of his body, and especially his furry chest. That was until the water turned cold. Both of us yelped, jumping back from the ice-cold water, laughing.

  We dried off and went back to the house to fix some lunch, neither of us stopping to get dressed—why bother?

  Chapter 7

  CARL AND I were about to sit down to lunch when we heard the truck pull up. Carl went to the front window to make sure that it was Matt before he opened the door, since we both were stark naked.

  “Well ain’t this just the best how-do-you-do! My two favorite guys, all squeaky clean and naked, just waiting for me. Who could ask for more?” Matt beamed as he bounded up the steps.

  “Easy there stud, we’ve got work to do. First, though, we’ve got lunch ready.” Carl held up a hand like a traffic cop.

  “That’s fine, too, I’m starving,” Matt replied.

  “When are you not starving?” Carl muttered.

  “When we’re having sex?” Matt said, all enthused, smiling widely.

  Both Carl and I laughed at Matt. Sitting down, we all ate a good lunch, with Matt, of course, devouring anything that wasn’t nailed down. I still couldn’t believe how much this guy could eat. I bet he’d be able to whip anyone in any kind of eating contest.

  Once lunch was done, Carl and I went back to the carport to put our clothes back on, minus the shirts, then to the truck to see what all Matt had gotten.

  “I got you a present,” he said to me, holding out a couple of bags.

  “What do you mean, a present? I don’t need anything, Matt. Why’d you go and do that?” I almost whined.

  “It isn’t anything much, and you’re gonna need everything I got ya.” He smiled.

  I opened one of the bags and pulled out a pair of work gloves. They were just like Matt’s, except smaller so they’d fit my hands. I thanked him profusely. They would really come in handy. In the other bag were a couple of pairs of jeans and T-shirts, a packet of new socks and a jock strap. Looking up at him holding the jock strap, I saw his evil grin.

  “I just liked the thought of you wearing that during the day, getting it all nice and sweaty for me to sniff later.” He leered, then swooped down and planted a big sloppy wet kiss on me.

  Carl started laughing, and Matt joined in. I knew that my face had probably scrunched up when I saw the thing. The horrid memories of high school returned where we had to do ‘a jock check’ by the Phys. Ed. coach. I couldn’t help but join in as well after the initial shock. I immediately stripped of my shoes and jeans, putting the jock on. Standing there, I modeled the new jock for Carl and Matt. I think Matt started drooling.

  “Put your clothes back on there, boy, before I have to put a leash on Matt here to keep him offa ya!” Carl said, chuckling. “We still got a lot of work to get done before we run out of sun.”

  Again, Matt swooped down on me, this time picking me up around the waist, pulling me up level with his chest. “Look, dad, can we keep him? Huh, huh, huh? Please? I promise to remember to feed and water him, can I? Huh? Huh?”

  “Put me down you moron! Damn.” I couldn’t help but feel wanted as both Carl and Matt busted out laughing. Matt, still holding me, started spinning around with my legs flying out behind m
e.

  “If I puke down your chest, don’t you say anything,” I warned him.

  “Come on now, enough play time. We need to try and get as much of that roof on the barn as we can today. Everything else can pretty much wait, but I don’t want all that hay in there to get any wetter than it already has,” Carl said, getting into the truck.

  “We need to do something about that chicken coop too,” Matt added seriously.

  “Yeah, we’ll figure something out about them chickens. Might just put ‘em up in the barn tonight,” Carl readily agreed, slamming the door shut.

  I put my jeans and shoes back on before Matt and I climbed into the truck, and off we went. As hard as the work was, I was enjoying the hell out of myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I had so much fun and felt so wanted.

  It was a major ordeal getting the metal roof replaced on the barn, and the sun was getting close to setting when Carl and Matt got the last piece put on. When they came down, I could see that they were completely worn out. I hadn’t been all that much help, nor did I feel I contributed to the same degree as they did. Only thing I did was to hand them tools or the screws when they ran out. It was all I could do to lift the panels of metal up to them. My arms ached from the exertion.

  The three of us were less than enthused to go chasing after chickens. We managed to get all the ones we could find locked up in a stall of the barn, keeping them safe for the night. Matt said there were only three missing. He figured they would either show up the next morning for breakfast or be some critter’s feast that night.

  I decided that I would cook them dinner so they could get a little rest. I’m pretty damn good in the kitchen, even if I do say so myself. Climbing into the cab of the truck, we all smelled to high heaven. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

  “You perv. I know what you’re doing.” Matt poked me in the ribs, grinning.

  “Hey you’re the one who wanted to smell my sweaty jock, so don’t go hating on me now!” I spat back.

 

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