Midnight Farmhand

by Roland Graeme

  “I might as well, as long as I’m here—and since that’s what you want.” Jacob spoke with a nonchalance he was in fact far from feeling.

  “Good. It’s all right,” Merle said soothingly, as he rose from his chair, came over to Jacob’s, reached out, and touched him on the shoulder. Jacob, uncomfortably aware of the closeness of the other man’s bare torso and the effect it was having on him, bit his lip and squirmed away from him. Merle grinned at him, insolently. “Kind of skittish, aren’t you? There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me ever since you came here. Checking me out. Staring at my crotch and my ass. I don’t mind. I like it, as a matter of fact. I knew all along that we’d end up in bed together, sooner or later. Come on, sexy. Let’s start making up for all that lost time.”

  If Jacob had been uneasy before, now he was extremely agitated. Merle, the big, rough, self-confident farm foreman, wasn’t just gay. He thought that Jacob was sexy! And was it true, what the man had said? Had Jacob been checking him out—lusting after him?

  “We can get naked and fool around right now, if you want to,” Merle suggested. “I can think of all sorts of things I’d like to teach you!”

  Now Jacob knew that the other man wasn’t just a handsome dude with a great body and an infectious grin. He was an incarnation of Satan himself, tempting Jacob! Unfortunately, Jacob had never had much will power, when it came to resisting temptation. And especially not when the temptation coincided with his own innermost, secret longings.

  Up until now, he’d told himself he found Merle’s advances repugnant, and disgusting. He didn’t want the other man to touch him. But now—perversely—Jacob’s curiosity was aroused. So was his libido. He was prepared to give in. Maybe, deep down within himself, he even wanted to have sex with his new boss!

  Still shaking, he couldn’t say anything; but Merle correctly interpreted his silence as assent.

  “Look what I’ve got for you here, Jacob,” Merle whispered, his hands moving down to unzip his pants. Within seconds, his huge, erect cock was protruding from his open fly, aimed in Jacob’s direction like a heat-seeking missile. “Yeah, you like the sight of that, don’t you, boy? Well, it’s all yours—yours for the taking. Go ahead. Touch it. Play with it.”

  As though hypnotized by the penis the other man was offering him, Jacob did reach out and touch it. At the first contact of his hand on the cock flesh, he moaned, as though it had burned him. But he didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, his fingers curled around the shaft of his boss’s cock, measuring it … squeezing and stroking it.

  “That’s right,” Merle told him. “Jerk it. Jerk it all you want. But first, take off your clothes, boy. Get naked. Let me see that hot body of yours. And then, let’s go into my bedroom … and fuck.”

  That was the start of the wildest night of the young farmhand’s life, in which Jacob submitted to Merle in every way possible—and he loved it!

  It was a night of wanton indulgence for Jacob. He found himself alone in Merle’s bedroom with him, both of them naked, erect, and ready for action. He kissed the big Texan on the mouth, shamelessly, hungrily. He sucked Merle’s cock, and had his dick sucked by him. He took his boss’s cock up his ass. One lewd sex act seemed only to lead to another, as he surrendered his body to the other man.

  Jacob was being exploited—taken advantage of—and he knew it. But he didn’t care. At the moment, in the heat of intense, overpowering sexual arousal, all he could think about—and of course he was thinking none too coherently, at best—was how virile and sexy Merle was, how excited he himself was, and how desperately he wanted to please his aggressive, demanding boss.

  Merle was an experienced and cunning seducer. In his bedroom, he started out by getting Jacob drunk, in order to lower his victim’s remaining defenses.

  “Let’s have another little drink, before we get started,” Merle suggested, producing the bottle of whiskey and the two glasses, which he’d carried into the bedroom.

  Jacob didn’t object. He’d already fallen into the trap of associating a mild degree of intoxication with sex. He now drank the undiluted whiskey eagerly, allowing his host to refill his glass more than once.

  “Yeah, that’s a good boy,” Merle purred, as he too imbibed freely. “You’re going to do everything I tell you to do, aren’t you?”

  “Sure.” Jacob was still worried about doing or saying something that might antagonize the other man.

  “Strip,” Merle urged him. “Shuck your clothes, boy. I want you bare assed naked.”

  Already drunk enough that his fingers fumbled with the fastenings of his clothes, Jacob slowly undressed. He stared, glassy-eyed, at Merle, who also stripped. The Texan had a hard-muscled body and a big cock, which was already fully erect, jutting out from his groin and looking more like a weapon than a sexual appendage.

  “Yeah, you sure are pretty,” Merle said, ogling Jacob. “That’s a nice ass you’ve got on you, boy. I can’t wait to get my cock in there and fuck it. And you like my cock, don’t you? Don’t just look at it. Go ahead—touch it. Take it in your hand again and play with it. Jerk it for me. Jerk it, boy!”

  As though mesmerized by Merle’s command, Jacob boldly grasped the man’s hefty penis in his hand and began to stroke it, once again measuring its dimensions with his restless fingers.

  “Oh, you’re hung big,” Jacob moaned. “Oh, that’s one hell of a big cock!”

  “Nothing you can’t handle, I’m sure. Why don’t we start with a little body worship?” Merle suggested.

  “Huh?” Jacob was still so impossibly naïve that he truly had no idea what Merle was talking about.

  “I want you to use your tongue on every part of my body,” the farm manager told him, in a tense tone of voice that betrayed his mounting excitement. “Everywhere—I want you to lick and suck me everywhere. You can start with my feet. Get down on your knees and kiss my feet!”

  Jacob did it. It sounded daring, forbidden—which was all the more reason why he was suddenly not only willing, but eager, to do it. He scrubbed Merle’s big bare feet with his tongue, tickling his soles, darting his tongue into the spaces between his toes. Then, following the man’s explicit instructions, Jacob sucked Merle’s toes inside his mouth. Merle referred to this as shrimping, a term Jacob had been previously unfamiliar with.

  “That’s right. Keep shrimping me. Lick and suck on those dirty little piggies of mine as though you like them,” Merle told him. “It tastes good, doesn’t it?”

  His skin did taste good. Jacob had developed a raging hard-on, and he had to resist the urge to masturbate as his mouth worked on the other man’s feet, making love to them.

  Next, Merle directed Jacob’s attention to his armpits.

  “Sniff and lick my sweaty pits,” he commanded. “Suck them!”

  Jacob obeyed. The strong salty smell and taste of those armpits was as potent as any drug he might have inhaled. He felt giddy with pleasure—and his cock throbbed even more agonizingly as it jutted straight up from his groin.

  “Yeah, that’s a good boy,” Merle crooned. “Oh, that’s a good little whore boy! You learn fast, don’t you? You know how to please a man. When I’m done with you, there won’t be much you don’t know. Now my cock. Get that mouth of yours down on my dick. Suck me,” he insisted, when Jacob hesitated. “You know you want to! And I want to feel my prick get good and hard inside your mouth.”

  Jacob was afraid that if Merle’s cock got any bigger than it already was once it hardened, he might never be able to get it out of his mouth. Not without choking on it first, certainly! But, recklessly, he leaned forward and caught the throbbing glans between his lips. The cock and balls smelled, and tasted, of sweat.

  Balancing himself with his left hand resting on Merle’s right leg, Jacob lifted the heavy arc of the other man’s cock until the swollen glans was even with his lips. Held in place by its own surface tension, a honey-colored pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Not yet exerting any suctio
n, Jacob parted his lips and let his tongue roll forward to lap up the dewy bead from the slit of the glans. Merle’s thick thigh tensed against Jacob’s open palm as Jacob’s lips spread the slickness over his cockhead. With outstretched tongue, Jacob painted the glistening fluid, a blend of Merle’s seeping juices and Jacob’s own saliva, over the swelling head of the erection.

  “Come on, suck that dick. Let’s go. Suck it!” Merle insisted, his hands coming up to rest on Jacob’s shoulders.

  Jacob’s tongue rolled hotly forward, the tip wriggling into the slit in the glans. Then his tongue retreated, the flat of cradling Merle’s heavy cock knob against its wet, slippery surface as Jacob stretched his lips obscenely wide open to engulf the entire mass of prickflesh. As he felt the penis hardening within his mouth he stroked back and forth along the underside of the dick with the hot furrow of his tongue, holding it at the point of deepest penetration for as long as he dared without being forced to gag.

  “Yeah, you got yourself a nice big mouthful of cock, don’t you?” Merle taunted him. “I don’t mind you choking on it. Get that hot cocksucking mouth of yours all the way down on that dick, boy. Suck the hell out of it!”

  He used both of his hands to hold Jacob’s head in place in front of his crotch as he fed Jacob the full length of his erection. Jacob had no choice except to learn how to suck it—all of it, every thick, inflexible inch!

  “Swallow it,” Merle told him. “Deep-throat the motherfucker!”

  He continued to coach Jacob through the process.

  “Open up,” he urged the young farmhand. “Open wide. Yeah, that’s right. That’s the way. Let my meat slid right down your throat. Take it all. Swallow it! Choke on it, if you have to, but suck it. Suck it and suck it good. Make my hot, dirty dick feel good. Use just your lips, bitch. I don’t want to feel your teeth on me. Keep your lips wrapped over your teeth, and work your mouth up and down on my dick. Don’t just suck it. Worship it! Make love to that fucking cock of mine, like it’s the only thing that matters to you in the world.”

  When he finally did ease up on the pressure of his hands, and let Jacob back away from his cock, it was fully hard, and glistening wet with Jacob’s saliva.

  Merle pulled Jacob up to stand beside him, and Jacob thought, for a moment, that he was going to kiss him. Merle put his hand on the back of Jacob’s neck and pulled him forward. But, instead of kissing him, he just backed onto the bed and lay down, pulling Jacob’s head down to his crotch again as he did so.

  “Get back to work,” he said, his voice terse.

  Jacob crawled onto the bed between Merle’s legs and, when he hesitated about sucking him again, Merle guided his cock against Jacob’s lips with one hand and pressed down on the back of his head with the other.

  “Suck me a little more,” Merle said, his tone of voice imperious, making it clear that this was a command rather than a request. “You’re starting to get the hang of it. Don’t worry. When I’m done with you, you’ll be one hell of a first-class cocksucker.”

  Those were prophetic words, as things turned out!

  As though deprived of his own will power, Jacob let the other man force him back down onto his dick. Jacob’s mouth and throat were soon stretched open again by the choking bulk of his tormentor’s big probe. He already began to experiment. He rolled his mouth from side to side around the length of Merle’s erection, his lips sliding in half circles as he corkscrewed the head of the prick deeper into his throat. He could feel the big Texan’s hard-on forcing the muscles of his throat open, stretching them to accommodate his thickness. And yet, try as he might, Jacob couldn’t quite swallow Merle’s cock in the way Merle obviously wanted him to. His boss’s rough fucking of his face triggered Jacob’s gag reflex, and he retched several times in rapid succession. When he tried to pull his head back, Merle only pressed him down further onto his dick. Jacob thought he would suffocate. Merle held on to him and continued to fuck his face.

  “Stay down there,” Merle panted. “I don’t care if you can breathe … not as long as you can still suck!”

  At last, when Jacob truly thought he could endure no more, Merle relented. He pulled his cock free from Jacob’s mouth, and Jacob gratefully sucked air down into his burning lungs. While he caught his breath, Jacob stared at Merle’s erection, which was still stabbing at his face, only inches away from him. He stuck his tongue out from between his panting lips and licked the cockhead. Another thick drop of pre-cum emerged from the pouting piss slit, and Jacob lapped it up eagerly. The salty taste seemed to sear his tongue like a tiny, white-hot branding iron!

  Merle, too, was panting for breath, and his skin was flushed and beaded with sweat. After resting for a moment, he took hold of Jacob with his big hands, grasping him under his armpits and pulling him up beside him on the bed. He deftly flipped Jacob over and arranged him face-down on the bed, his arms at his sides. Jacob let out a gasp when Merle grasped him by the waist and rolled over on top of him. Merle’s muscular body was very heavy on him, pressing him down onto the mattress. Merle’s abdomen was jammed snugly into the small of Jacob’s back, and the thick log of his penis was cradled between the cheeks of his ass. Merle dry-humped him, rubbing his dick back and forth in the groove separating Jacob’s buttocks.

  He’s going to fuck me, Jacob realized. He was afraid that it would hurt—and yet he already knew that he wanted Merle to put his cock inside him, no matter what it cost him.

  Merle reached under one of the pillows on the bed, pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant, and tossed them onto the mattress.

  “We’re going to need those,” he said, gruffly.

  Merle wasn’t quite ready to fuck him yet, though. At least not with his prick.

  Jacob tensed up when he felt Merle press the tip of his index finger against the pucker of his asshole. Merle pushed his finger inside him. Jacob could feel his sphincter muscle tighten around the invader. Merle buried his finger in him up to the third knuckle, rotating it around inside him, stretching his hole. Moaning, Jacob forced himself to relax and accept the penetration.

  When he realized that Jacob had stopped resisting the insertion, Merle worked a second finger in beside the first, pushing them both in and out of him with a regular, long stroke. Jacob already felt fully stretched. The Texan’s fingers were unusually large, well suited to gripping tools or the handles of farm machinery. It really astonished Jacob when Merle was able to work a third finger into his ass alongside the other two. In all probability, Merle had enough experience screwing beginners to know that if he didn’t prepare Jacob with this kind of ass play, he would never be able to get his cock into him.

  He eased his fingers out of Jacob’s hole, and retrieved the condom he’d placed on the bed. He tore open the little square package and pulled out the rubber, which he quickly unrolled down over his dick. Then he picked up the tube of lubricant.

  “For God’s sake, use plenty of that,” Jacob pleaded.

  “Don’t worry,” his boss promised, as he slicked himself up. “I’ll get it good and slippery before I put it in you.”

  “I’m still not sure I can take that big thing of yours up my ass.”

  “It’s a little late to back out now.” There was a bluntness in Merle’s tone of voice which wasn’t reassuring. “Take my word for it,” he added, cynically. “You may squeal like a pig while it’s going in you. But once it’s in you, boy, you won’t be able to get enough of it.”

  The two men got into position, both of them lying on their sides, with Jacob’s back to Merle. At first the big farm manager merely lay there beside his employee, his crotch pushed forward against Jacob’s behind so that the youth felt only the slight pressure and heat of the solid cockhead nudging between his buttocks and touching the entrance of his ass. Jacob had expected, and feared, that Merle would slam his dick into him without any warning.

  Instead, the entrance of the big man’s cock into Jacob’s ass was mercifully slow. It was also searingly hot, and intensely erotic. As ap
prehensive as Jacob was, he wanted it. Desperately!

  Merle slid his left hand under Jacob and grasped a handful of his right pectoral muscle. Jacob could feel the man’s fingernails digging into the skin of his chest, but he was so completely enveloped by the bulk of Merle’s body that he couldn’t have stopped him had he wanted to. No sooner had Jacob resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be impaled upon the hard, hot bludgeon of boss’s erection, than the thick knob of Merle’s cockhead began to ease itself into him.

  It felt as though Merle was reaming him a new asshole, as though Jacob’s flesh was being bored into by the cylindrical drill of the man’s massive shaft. Each time Jacob felt Merle’s fingernails digging into his chest, he squirmed back against the fuckpole that was opening him up to the inevitable invasion of his shuddering bowel.

  When Jacob felt the taut rung of his sphincter muscle slide over the flange of Merle’s glans, he knew that the worst must be over, even though the shaft of Merle’s prick was of scarcely lesser diameter. Jacob groaned a little, with a strange combination of discomfort, resignation—and satisfaction, at having taken Merle even that far. He hadn’t thought it possible that his tortured sphincter could be stretched to accommodate a fuck tool as big around as his own wrist!

  Now that the head of it was inside him, though, the incredible stretching sensation Jacob had felt seemed to subside, turning into a feeling of intense chafing heat. But the lingering pain he was feeling was a small price to pay for the intoxicating pleasure of having this muscular brute cram his ass with his colossal prong.

  Jacob lifted his ass to complete the impalement, the tight ring of muscle at his anus sucking Merle’s prick deeper and deeper. Within him he could feel the heavy cock taking possession of him. Jacob reached back with one hand and felt the remaining inches of Merle’s shaft which were still outside his widely parted buttocks, and he gasped in disbelief at the length of it. He was sure he had already taken Merle as deeply as he could.