Midnight Farmhand

by Roland Graeme

  Reuben wasted little time in getting around to putting the make on Jacob. Suspiciously friendly at their first meeting, the married man always made a point of engaging him in conversation—especially when they were changing clothes, or showering.

  One hot evening, there was a sparse crowd in the gym, which wasn’t air conditioned. (That was one of the ways Hank kept his costs, and the membership fees, down.) Jacob and Reuben were both working out on the weight floor, and they had both stripped to the waist. Perspiring heavily, they pumped some serious iron.

  Having so few other members around encouraged them to be less discreet than they might otherwise have been. They flirted brazenly with each other all during their workouts, maintaining direct eye contact and smiling. It wasn’t long before a bulge in the crotch of Reuben’s bright red gym shorts corresponded to an answering protuberance in the front of Jacob’s gray sweatpants.

  “Man, I’m all sweaty,” Jacob announced, finally. He dabbed at his face and torso with a towel. “I think I’ve done enough for one night. Guess I’ll hit the showers.”

  “Me, too,” Reuben said. He took a step closer to where Jacob stood. “Are you in a hurry to get out of here and get home?” he asked.

  “Not really.”

  “Want to fuck around?” Reuben asked him, in an undertone.

  Jacob didn’t hesitate. “Sure. We can go to my place.”

  “You live on that big farm outside of town, don’t you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “No, I don’t want to drive all the way out there and back. Not tonight, anyway. I can’t wait that long. I’m too damn horny. We can do it right here.”

  Jacob grimaced. “No way am I going to fool around in the showers, or in one of the toilet stalls. That’s not my style.”

  “That’s not what I had in mind. I know where we can have some privacy. Come on, you’ll see.”

  Reuben picked up his gym bag. Jacob followed him to the front desk, where Mike was on duty.

  “Hey, Mike,” Reuben whispered in a conspiratorial whisper. “Let me have the key to the back room, will you?”

  “Shit,” Mike exclaimed—although, like Reuben, he was careful to keep his voice down. “This is the third time this week! Hadn’t you better slow down, man? And don’t you have you wife waiting for you at home?”

  “Let’s leave my wife out of this. Just give me the key,” Reuben insisted. When Mike hesitated, Reuben unzipped his gym bag, and fumbled about inside it. He pulled out a folded-up piece of paper money, which he slipped across the desk into Mike’s hand so quickly and furtively that Jacob couldn’t see the denomination. “Don’t I always take care of you, when you look out for me?”

  “Yeah, well, let’s make sure we look out for each other,” Mike replied. He handed over a key. “Don’t fuck around in there all night. Hank said something to me about maybe dropping in, before closing time. I wouldn’t want him to catch you two in there. My ass could be on the line.”

  Reuben had an answer ready: “So bend over and give him your ass. That’ll get him off your back.”

  Mike laughed.

  Reuben led Jacob into the back area of the gym. They passed through a door marked Employees only. There was a short hallway, with closed doors to either side. Reuben used the key to unlock one of them, and ushered Jacob into what was obviously a small storage room.

  “Behind there,” Reuben said, indicating one of several free-standing shelving units.

  Jacob discovered that the floor space between these shelves and the wall was taken up by a large padded wrestling mat with a blue vinyl cover. It was about the dimensions of a king-sized mattress, and it was in fact made up as a crude bed, with a pair of old pillows (without pillowcases) and a faded and frayed quilt thrown on top of it. Among the other items within easy reach on the nearby bottom shelf was a stack of towels, a box of condoms, and a large plastic pump bottle of sex lubricant (easily identified as such by its label). On the floor beside the mat were a used, crumpled towel—and two empty condom packets and two used rubbers.

  Jacob thought he detected a lingering aroma in the air. After a moment, he recognized it as a combination of sweat and semen, along with the telltale residue of marijuana smoke. The previous occupants of the space had obviously smoked before they’d had sex, but at least they’d had the decency to dispose of the ashes and the butts. They hadn’t been so fastidious about the condoms they’d used.

  Some of Jacob’s recent experiences had toughened him up and made him a little cynical. But he was genuinely shocked by what he saw.

  “Fuck,” he declared. “I can’t believe this! Hank has a room all set up for sex, right here in the gym?”

  “Sure, why not? He and Mike are both horny bastards. This is where they go for a sex break during the day, when one of the other guys is here to watch the front desk. And this is where they trick with the members at night, after the gym’s closed, when they’re in much of a hurry to drive to somebody’s place.”

  “In a hurry, huh? The way you are tonight?”

  Reuben smirked. “Exactly. Come on, stud. Let’s get our clothes off.”

  Already feeling that familiar warm glow of growing arousal in the tight crotch of his gym attire, Jacob stepped quickly across the floor until his body was rubbing against Reuben’s, as the other man took him into his arms and kissed him, eagerly and lasciviously, full on the mouth.

  Returning the embrace and the kiss, Jacob threw both arms around the sexy redhead and pulled him down onto the soft mat. They stretched out on it together, and Jacob pulled Reuben against his chest. Reuben’s mouth opened in a faint moan of excitement as he saw Jacob’s face approaching his to kiss him again. He closed his eyes and let their lips meet, eagerly parting his a bit further to allow the slippery length of the farmhand’s wet tongue to slide deep into his mouth and connect with his own tongue.

  Jacob tongue-kissed his pickup uninterruptedly as he ran his hands all over that warm, well-muscled nudity. His fingers groped for the elastic waistband of the gym shorts, found it, and closed around a fistful of the fabric. He pulled the shorts down, an inch or so at a time, taking his time with the task to prolong the suspense.

  Finally Jacob had the shorts drawn all the way down around Reuben’s ankles. Jacob grabbed a handful of the pouch of Reuben’s athletic supporter instead. He eased the worn, sweat-dampened cloth aside and plunged his hand inside the pouch. He grasped the astonishingly thick and rigid mass of Reuben’s erect cock.

  The married man moaned and writhed the instant Jacob touched his genitals, as though Jacob’s fingers had transmitted an electric shock. Reuben ground his body against the husky farmhand’s, to create as much friction as possible; and he let his own tongue slide over Jacob’s to dart into the young stud’s open mouth.

  Their arms were wrapped around each other’s waists. Their chests were crushed together, and their legs twisting about each other restlessly.

  Reuben used one hand to pull Jacob’s sweatpants and jockstrap down his thick thighs. After a little struggling and kicking, both men were out of their remaining clothing and embracing stark naked on the mat.

  Reuben’s hands roamed restlessly over as much of Jacob’s flesh as he could reach. He couldn’t seem to be able to get enough of touching the other man’s body and cock. Jacob choked back a groan of pure lust as they continued to kiss in the lewdest, most arousing way possible, sucking on each other's tongues.

  He let his hands slide down the broad plane of Reuben’s tanned back, to close over the firm mounds of those beautifully muscular buttocks and squeeze them, hard.

  Reuben moaned to tell Jacob how much he was enjoying this hot, feverish contact of their writhing, sweaty bodies. Their stiff pricks, trapped alongside each other by the pressure of the two men's grinding-together bodies, rubbed together in hot, moist, gritty friction as Jacob used his tongue to explore every inch of the warm interior of Reuben’s panting, slavering mouth.

  The bodybuilder threw both arms around the redhead�
�s narrow waist to grip and knead his ass cheeks. Then, slowly, savoring every second of this contact, Jacob moved his fingers upward along Reuben’s flanks until he could slide his sweating palms from Reuben’s armpits between their chests to seize the young jock's well-rounded pectoral muscles.

  Jacob grunted with satisfaction when the hardness of Reuben’s nipples against his hands told him just how much he was turning on his humpy young trick!

  But it was time to move on to different, more exciting, intimacies. Jacob wanted to touch and taste every part of Reuben’s hot body. He forced himself to ignore, for the moment, the insistent throbbing deep in the rigid core of his overexcited and overeager cock, and to prolong this erotic foreplay that was having such a dramatic effect on both men’s awakened libidos.

  Jacob shoved his face tight against Reuben’s and drilled the wet tip of his tongue into the curved shell-shape of the redhead’s ear, making Reuben squirm and moan luridly in arousal.

  This married guy was hot, all right, Jacob’s experienced senses informed him as he rubbed the full length of his muscular nakedness against the other guy's body—hot and horny, and too frantically eager for sex to refuse anything Jacob might suggest, no matter how kinky.

  But first he’d have to make sure that Reuben was thoroughly warmed up. Jacob’s recent adventures had taught him that sex was better when the participants took their time about it, and didn’t rush.

  Reuben tensed all over as he felt the farm worker’s strong, calloused hand working its way up his parted thighs to caress his firm buttocks and the lightly red-furred cleft between them. Jacob’s touch seemed hot, feverish, although his actual movements were slow and deliberate. Reuben let out a loud moan of naked, undisguised lust as Jacob teased his asshole with one probing fingertip, and Jacob chuckled softly.

  “You like that, huh?” Jacob asked. “You like having your hole played with?”

  “I really get off on it. Go ahead, do it. Do whatever you want. Use my fucking body. I’ll do anything,” Reuben began to babble, his breath hot and moist against Jacob’s face. The two men still had their bodies pressed together, cheek to cheek, chest to chest, thighs against thighs, and hard cocks jabbing at each other.

  “Oh shit, you’ve got me so goddamn turned on!” Reuben added, feverishly. “I want to suck your cock and feel yours up my ass all night long, man. Come on, use my body, Jacob. Show me what you like. Make me do things to make you feel good. Get me hot, so fucking hot I’ll try anything you want us to, even if I never did it before!”

  Jacob bit his lip as Reuben’s fingers closed into a firm fist around his hard cock and began to work the thick piece of meat back and forth, rubbing the head—which was already slick with oozing pre-cum—against both their bellies.

  It was becoming difficult to maintain control, to keep from forgetting all about to concentrate upon foreplay and warming up, and just go ahead and rape this sex-hungry stud!

  Jacob tightened his grip on Reuben’s jerking buttocks and pulled the warm naked body against his as though he intended to force the breath from both men’s lungs. They writhed against each other’s sweaty nakedness in a passionate embrace, the full-length friction of their bodies more painful than pleasurable, but highly arousing—each man working his narrow hips hard to rub his genitals into his partner’s moist, hot crotch.

  It wasn’t long before an overexcited Reuben took the initiative in their lovemaking, and Jacob, welcoming this sudden change in the situation, lay back on the mat passively, letting the redhead attack him.

  Reuben pushed the farmhand flat on his back on the floor and knelt, straddling Jacob’s legs. He worked his hands under Jacob’s ass cheeks to hoist his pelvis up until the tip of Jacob’s throbbing hard-on was wavering in the air only a few inches from Reuben’s lips.

  Reuben ran his tongue all over his mouth to wet it in preparation, grunting in gleeful anticipation of tasting and sucking that turgid tool.

  Running a hand through Jacob’s dark mane of hair, he rubbed his chest over Jacob’s twitching midsection and glued his open mouth to the copper-colored coin of the young stud’s left nipple. Reuben sucked on that juicy pec with its hardening tit, slithering his wet tongue over the little nub of stiffening flesh until he felt it pulsing against his tongue and lips like a miniature cockhead.

  He opened his panting mouth still wider to nudge the nipple deeper inside, catching the point of it between his teeth and biting down on it lightly, raising his disheveled head at the same time to tug at the nipple and the smooth surrounding pectoral muscle.

  Jacob cried out, half in protest, half in helpless delight, and buried his hands in Reuben’s red hair, shoving the man’s face back tight against his chest until Reuben, his snub nose crushed against the sweat-matted hairs on Jacob’s torso, nearly suffocated.

  He had to roll his head to one side so he could breathe through his nose as he worked on Jacob’s tit with his busy tongue and teeth and lips, sucking and kissing and licking, and even chewing on it, as fast as he could.

  Jacob shivered as spasms of sensual pleasure rushed through his body and sent throb after intense, quick throb of lust through the core of his swollen cock.

  “Do it,” he gasped, crushing Reuben’s mouth harder around his nipple with both strong hands and trying to rub his dick against the boy's thigh to create some relieving friction on it.

  “Do what?” Reuben mumbled, with his lips busy teasing Jacob’s nipple.

  “Lick my tits. Suck on them, you whore. Suck them hard! Now do the other one. Oh yeah! Fuck, yeah! Really suck on it, bite it. Get me so damn hot I’ll shoot off without even doing anything else!”

  Reuben nuzzled his face frantically against Jacob’s sweaty chest. “I love your fucking body,” he groaned. “The smell of it … the taste of it … oh, fuck!”

  “Then worship it, if you love it so much,” Jacob taunted the other man. “Work your way down my body with that hot tongue of yours. I want you to kiss and lick and suck every part of my body. Lick my belly. Drill the point of your tongue into my navel. Do it harder, oh yeah, shit that’s good!”

  “I want to suck your dick,” Reuben panted.

  “Not yet, fucker. You want that meat of mine, you’re going to have to earn it. Now, lick me further down. Lick my cock hair! Get it good and wet with your spit. Now lick my balls! Don’t suck on my dick yet. Take my nuts into your mouth and play with them with your tongue. Roll them from cheek to cheek with your tongue, bathe the fuckers in your spit. Oh, Christ, that feels so fucking good, it feels almost as good as coming when you do that to me, man! Look at that big of mine. It’s rock hard, man. I’m already dribbling pre-cum. And you want that cum, don’t you? You want to taste it. Well, you can’t have it yet. Like I told you—you have to earn it. Get back up there and sniff my armpits. Lick ‘em! Lick ’em, and then do some more sucking on my tits.”

  As Jacob writhed beneath him, moaning uncontrollably, Reuben obeyed his instructions to the letter, with mounting enthusiasm for each new task that Jacob set him to.

  He relinquished the farmhand’s bloated testicles. Breathing hard, he readjusted his position, so that he leaned over Jacob’s heaving chest. Reuben lapped at Jacob’s armpits and suckled his nipples. Then he once again began working his slow, tantalizing way down the broad path of Jacob’s solid torso, wetting the tanned skin with his saliva so that it gleamed, sweeping his tongue over all of that sleek, chiseled muscularity in rapid circles and figure eights and irregular, swabbing arcs.

  Jacob had to jump and groan and twist from side to side on the mat as the wet tip of that talented tongue bored deep into the pit of his navel and spun around in a teasing screwing motion that sent chills of excitement stabbing through his limbs and forced his cock into ever more painful distension.

  “Oh, Reuben—you fucker! Lick me—lick me some more, stud!” Jacob gasped, as the other guy’s lascivious tongue slid down over the curving slope of his rock-hard abdomen, ran right through his glossy black pubic thatch, and lapped
greedily at the thick root of his fully-erect prick.

  “Please,” the married man begged. “Please, can I have your dick?”

  “You really want it?”

  “I have to have it. I’ll go crazy if I can’t suck it.”

  “If I let you have it, you’d better do a good job. Oh, all right. What the hell? Go ahead. Do it now—take my dick inside your hot mouth!” the young stud gasped, trying to force Reuben’s head up and into the position he wanted.

  Reuben toyed with the shaft of Jacob’s huge cock for a few moments before quickly re-adjusting himself so that he could dig his tongue-tip between the lips of Jacob’s cockhead. As Jacob had pointed out, the tiny folds of flushed dark-pink flesh that guarded his pisshole were already pouting wide open and oozing a dribble of clear fuck fluid, which tasted salty on Reuben’s eagerly lapping tongue.

  Yawning, to clear his throat and open it as far as possible, the redhead again altered his angle of oral attack—and then he went down on Jacob with a reckless hunger, shoving the fat head of the dick between his gaping lips and driving it straight toward the back of his mouth and down into his throat, swallowing up all of that juicy, hot prickmeat in a single lustful gulp.

  Reuben’s lips closed snugly around the base of the pounding ramrod, and he began to suck it, clawing at Jacob’s squirming thighs and ass to hold the husky stud down on the floor while he blew him.

  “Oh, you are good!” Jacob conceded. “Suck it! Swallow it! Get the motherfucker all the way down your throat and suck on all of it,” he demanded, breaking off into one deep groan of satisfaction after another. Warmth and moisture and nonstop mouth-and-throat action surrounded his rigid member—bathing it, massaging it, rolling it to and fro, then back and forth, within the soft confinement of that greedily sucking mouth.

  “My balls, Reuben. Suck on my hot balls again for a while!” the farmhand urged.

  He spread his powerful legs to let his hefty pair of cum-filled testicles tumble down between his thighs so far that they actually touched the mat for a second—before Reuben lowered his head and, reluctantly allowing Jacob’s saliva-slick cock to slip out of his mouth, captured both nuts between his lips at once and drew them quickly but gently inside his mouth instead.