Summer at Uncle Marty’s Farm
by Xavier L

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“The WHOLE summer?” I asked in shock needing to confirm what my dad had just told me.

“Yes, Mark.  The WHOLE summer.  Your uncle’s farm will keep you out of trouble.”

“But I’m not IN any trouble,” I retorted.

Dad smiled victoriously and said “Yes, I know, and at 12 years old we’re going to keep it that way, son.  Now no more arguing.”  I had lost my appetite, but Mom told me I had to finish my dinner.  Once I was done with my plate of food, I got up to storm out of the dining room dramatically, but dad yelled after me “Might as well get packing while you’ve got some energy.”  I heard him chuckling, and I desperately fought against my first impulse to give him the finger.  That would only earn me a good butt whipping.  Dad is a prison guard and VERY Baptist.  You just don’t do or say things like that without expecting to feel some pain.  So when I got to my room and shut the door, I spun around facing the door and gave it a double birdie, raising and lowering my hands alternately while sticking my tongue out.

I pulled out my suitcase and tossed it on the bed while muttering under my breath.  Uncle Marty was pretty cool.  This wasn’t about him.  Summer is supposed to be spent hanging out with your friends, staying up late, sleeping in, and taking trips, NOT cleaning up cow, horse, and chicken shit, baling hay, and all the other stupid shit you have to do on the farm.  And he’s MILES from anything fun!  Fucker goes to bed at 8 and gets up before the sun.  At least he didn’t expect me to do that.

I turned on my stereo loud enough to block my muttering and swearing but not so loud that my dad would come in and yell at me.  He can barely tolerate “that devil music” in his home as it is.
I finally finished packing everything I could into my suitcase and a gym bag.  Then I took a shower and watched TV until Mom came in and said it was time for lights out.  We had to get up really early in the morning to ride out to Uncle Marty’s farm.  Fuck my life! I thought.

I didn’t sleep well since I was so bummed and pissed, so I feel asleep in the car on the way to the country.  Not like I was going to miss anything anyway.  Mom woke me up as we were pulling into the driveway closer to the house.  I got out of the car, and Dad grabbed my bags and helped me into the house.  I tried not to be too mean to Uncle Marty.  It wasn’t his fault, but still it was the last place on earth I wanted to be.

Uncle Marty let me get settled in while he talked to my parents, and then surprise, surprise, it was time for work.  Sigh.  I changed out of my nice shoes and into some work ones before joining him in the barn.  First he had me take food out to the pigs.  Yeah, this was going to be fucking great.

The other problem with Uncle Marty is that he doesn’t talk much.  It’s almost like being alone.  When he finally does say something, sometimes you jump from shock!  With the weekend came a reprieve.  Uncle Marty’s friend Jim came to help bale some hay.  I liked Jim.  I remembered him from our last visit on Thanksgiving.  He’s a funny guy.  He’s one of the few people I know with red hair, and he’s about the same age as my dad.  When he jokes around, he likes to wink at me like we’re in on it together.  Sure makes the day go by quicker!  

He had me wondering about him one time, though.  We were climbing up a ladder.  I was first, and he was following close behind me.  I heard him mutter something about a nice view or something, so I stopped to look around.  Same boring scene as usual.  Suddenly I felt his hand on my ass as he nudged me.  “Keep moving, Mark.”  I apologized and starting climbing again, but I noticed his hand remained on my butt a little long.  I silently shrugged.  He was probably just keeping balance or something.

Later in the day, I was behind the barn taking a break in the shade.  Jim showed up and walked over to a nearby tree.  He smiled at me as he pulled out his dick and started to take a leak.  Guys usually at least turn at an angle, but he wasn’t shy at all.  It was the first time I had seen someone else’s dick. My parents always kept the door to their room shut, and even if we went to the gym it was to the family section, and he’d change in a different bathroom than me.  So being my first time, I found myself watching a little too much probably.  When I finally looked up as he stuffed his dick back into his pants, I met his blue eyes.  I felt my face get hot as I blushed, and he winked at me and smiled.  

Jim headed into the barn.  I felt a bit tight in my shorts, and so I moved my hand and adjusted my hard cock.  What the hell! I thought.  I got up and went back into the barn to grab a tool.  “Hey, Mark,” Jim’s voice called down from the hay loft.  “Would you come up here and help me with some hay, please?”

“Sure,” I called up and climbed the ladder to the loft.  When I got up there I noticed his fly was open.  He wasn’t wearing underwear, and so I could see his dick.  I quickly looked back up to his face, and he smiled and walked over to me. “How old are you, Mark?”

I licked my lips because my mouth was suddenly dry and answered “12.”

Again with that smile that made me feel warm.  He asked for my hands, and I gave them to him.  He gently stroked the inside of my palm as he allowed the other hand to drop.  “You’re getting some nice calluses.”

“Th. . . thanks,” I said nervously as I felt shivers run up my spine.  I swallowed.

“So you’re going to be here all summer?”  I nodded.  He turned my hand over and slowly stroked the skin.  “I’m happy to hear that,” he said looking into my eyes with what I can only describe was a fire.  I felt my dick straining against my shorts again and silently cursed it.  I started to pull my hand back as I was feeling very awkward, but he had my hand moving downward.  “I noticed you admiring my dick.  Wanna touch it?” 

I wanted to yell “NO!” but instead I found my mouth wouldn’t work.  The next thing I knew my fingers were touching . . . touching his boner.  His cock was big and hard.  He wrapped my fingers around the shaft and guided my hand back and forth.

“Yeah, that feels good, Mark.  You enjoying that?” I nodded and continued stroking his hard cock as he released my hand.  His fingers traced a line up my arm, to my shoulder, and then to my neck.  I looked up at him and saw his big smile again.  Then his fingers were stroking my cheek.  His hand moved, and I watched it go to his pants where his other hand joined it and undid his jeans.  He slipped his jeans down until they dropped to his ankles.  I stared at his big cock and saw that it was surrounded by hairs as bright red as those on his head.  He guided my hand to his balls.  I could feel his sac was covered in hair, too.  His balls seemed big to me, but what would I know?  “Why don’t you have a seat so you can check them out better?”

I looked up at him and then back down at his big dick and sat down on the bale of hay nearest us.  He moved in so close that I was staring at the piss hole in his dick.  He pulled his cock up against his belly, and I examined his hanging balls.  “What do you think?” he asked.

“They’re. . . they’re big and hairy.”

“You like them?” he asked, and I nodded.  “Go ahead and taste them.” When I hesitated, he said “Go on.”

I swallowed again and moved my mouth to his nuts.  I licked the orange-haired skin and tasted his sweat.  I took one of his balls into my mouth and started sucking on it.  I sucked the salty flavor off his skin as he moaned.  Then I released the nut I had and took his other into my mouth.  After doing similar, I let go of that one.  I noticed his hand on the back of my head, and he let his dick drop back down.  It pressed against my lips, and I felt my mouth open and his cock start to slide in.  “Oh that feels so good, Mark.  Just be a good cocksucker and don’t scrape me with your teeth.”  I focused on keeping my mouth open wider as he started sliding his hard-on back and forth in my mouth.  I . . . well, I really liked it.  It felt good to have his dick sliding in my mouth.  I could even play with his nuts while he slowly humped my lips.

I felt his body moving to sit down, and so I moved back slightly and followed his cock as he took a seat.  I kept sucking on his dick, and then his hand pushed my head down more so that his cock bumped into my throat.  I gagged a bit, but he told me it would feel even better if I could get more of his cock into my mouth.  So I tried really hard and kept pushing more into my mouth.  I felt his hand rubbing my butt through my shorts.  After a bit I heard him tell me to undo my shorts.  I continued blowing him as I undid the button and fly on my shorts.  I felt his hand slip into my shorts and underwear.  He gripped my butt cheek and squeezed it.  Then I felt him push them down.  His hand went into my crack.  His finger rubbed my asshole, and it made me suck him faster.  His finger continued sliding down, and then he switched hands and I could feel his hand on my balls and dick.  I whimpered with pleasure.  I’ve jacked off, of course, but never had anyone touch me like this.  Fuck it felt good!

As he stroked my cock, rubbed my balls, and so on, I went down on him faster.  I tried harder to get every piece of that big dick in my mouth.  He would occasionally stop jerking me to rub his hand over my back under my shirt and to rub my ass.  At one point his finger returned to my hole.  Instead of just rubbing it this time, I felt him actually push his finger into my butt a little.  I moaned loudly and started sucking on him like crazy!  “Sonofabitch!” I heard him say.  I forced his dick deep down my throat even though it made me gag.  He started fingering my hole, move his finger back and forth inside my ass while his other hand guided my head down more.  I noticed his hips started moving up and down, too.

I sucked his cock as fast as I could and took it as far down my throat as possible.  After a bit he pulled his finger out of my hole.  I heard him spit and then felt his hand on my dick.  He started stroking me fast, which made me work his rod faster.  He was humping my throat fiercely.  He jerked me quicker.  I felt my whole body tingling and pressure building in my groin.  Then suddenly I shuddered as I came.  I moaned as my dick unloaded in his hand.  His hand kept me going through my orgasm.  I heard him licking, and he said something like “Mmm, sweet.”  Then he had both hands on head driving my head down as his hips shoved his cock into my throat.  Soon it felt like his dick got bigger.  Don’t know how that could happen, but that’s how it felt.  Like it was more swollen or something.  “Yes, Mark!  Oh gawd, yes!” he said, and then his hands held my head firmly as salty fluid flooded my mouth.  I had to swallow to keep from choking, and even with that I still felt like I was going to choke.  His cum just kept flowing.  I started to wonder if it would stop.

Finally it slowed down, and his grip eased.  I continued working his dick eagerly swallowing all of his thick jizz.  Several moments later he told me to suck on his balls, so I did that until he stopped me.  “Fuck, I wish I was here every day!  You’re better than my wife!”

“You’re lying!” I said sitting up.
“No, I’m not, buddy.”  And. . . well, then he kissed me.  Not on the cheek.  On the lips.  And then his tongue went into my mouth and started moving around.  He pushed forward until I was on my back. He shoved my shirt up and sucked on my nipples before moving his mouth to my groin and licking and sucking my skin.  “Didn’t want to waste any,” he said before kissing me again.  He shoved his shirt up and then pressed his bare skin against mine before returning to kiss me.

“Mark? You in here?” my uncle called.  

“He’s up here with me, Marty.  He’s giving me a hand.”

“Okay.  Just checking to see where he is.  When you can please send him down.  I need his help.”

We waited without moving until we heard my uncle’s footsteps leave the barn.  “I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he said, smiling.  He moved off my body and helped me up.  He gave me a big hug and squeezed my ass again.  “God you’re so fucking hot, Mark.”

“Thanks, Jim!”  I pulled up my shorts and briefs while he pulled his jeans back up.  

As I started to head to the ladder, he grabbed me.  He had his arm across my chest hugging me, and he sucked on my neck.  His hand slid down and into my shorts.  “Remember me,” he said.

“I will!”  When he released me, I headed to find my uncle.  A little while later, Jim came up and announced he needed to head back home but would for sure be back tomorrow.  My uncle waved without looking, and Jim smiled and winked at me as he grabbed his crotch briefly before turning around and walking away.

That night I was so excited, I could barely sleep.  And my hard-on didn’t help either, so I had to take care of that. I used one of my dirty socks from the floor to shoot into.

In the morning I put on basketball shorts so they’d be easier to get off when Jim and I got busy.  I went commando like him, too.  As I fed the chickens and pigs, I kept looking for the path that Jim comes up when he walks to the farm.  It seemed to take forever, but finally I saw his red John Deere cap.  I was so happy I almost ran up to him, but I played it cool.  He walked up to me, tousled my hair, and then went to find my uncle.

I didn’t see him again until lunch.  As we finished our lunch, Jim asked my uncle:  “Hey, I’ve got more hay to move in the loft.  Mark was a big help yesterday.  Can I use him again today?”  Uncle Marty just shrugged and said sure.  We got up from the table and went to the barn.  By the time I was on the ladder, my cock was pushing my shorts out.  When I got up there, I saw a blanket draped over one of the bales.  I went over and sat on the blanket as he came over, pulling his shirt off as he approached.  I could see his hard-on through his jeans.  I pulled off my shirt as well.  He got on his knees between my legs.  He immediately started sucking on my nipples.  He kissed down my tummy, and then I felt his mouth working the shaft of my cock through my slippery shorts.  

“Please take them off!” I begged.

“You pretty horny, huh?” he asked teasingly.

“Yes!  Yes!” I said.  He sucked on the inside of my thighs as I writhed.  He pushed the fabric up high, and then I felt his tongue licking at my balls.  “Please, Jim.  PLEASE!”

“We might have to find a way of doing this twice a day,” he said as he moved back to kissing my belly and then up to my chest.  “At least twice.”  His mouth covered mine, and his tongue was probing mine again.  I ran my hands over his back as we kissed.  Then I moved my hands to his front and undid his jeans.  I unzipped them and pushed them backward.

“Found something you like?” he asked as my hand began stroking his hard cock.

“Yes.”

“What is it?” he asked playfully.

“Your cock.”

“You like my big dick, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Jim!  I like it so much!”

He moved back from me.  I admired the red hair covering his chest and forming a line that went down the middle of his chest and stomach and then lead down to his bouncing cock.  He stripped out of his jeans as I waited eagerly.  “Why don’t you give it a nice big kiss,” he said.

I grinned and sat up quickly and took his cock into my mouth.  I sucked it a few times before taking his heavy balls into my mouth as well.  After a bit he pulled back.  His hand cupped my chin, and he lifted it up.  I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes.  “You have the prettiest brown eyes, Mark.”

“You think I’m hot.”

He smiled.  “Yes, I do.  So hot I almost can’t fucking control it.”  He eased me back so that I was laying down again.  His face was near mine, and he kissed my face as he rubbed my dick through my shorts again.  “When I saw you this morning, I just wanted to yank your pants down and do you right there.”

“I wanted you to!” I said.

I felt his hands on my waistband.  “I love that you’re so fucking horny, too.  I bet you could go as long as I wanted you to.”  He was lowering my shorts slowly.

“Yes! Yes.  ANYTHING!” I breathed.

“You haven’t done anything with anyone else before have you?”

“NO!  Just you, Jim.”

He was sliding my shorts off my legs now.  “And you wouldn’t tell anyone about anything we do, would you?”

“NO!  No fuckin’ way!”

He smiled as he spread my legs.  “Good,” he said.  “Just what I wanted to hear.”  He rubbed his dick against mine as we kissed again.  “My little boyfriend,” he whispered into my ear as he began moving downward again.  “Wish I had a picture of you naked and hard to keep me company when I’m not here,” he said, his lips getting ever closer to my straining dick.

“You can have one!  Take as many as you want.”

“Really?  Well, we’ll have to arrange that.”  He kissed my belly and ran his tongue around my navel.  “Gotta have a pic of my boyfriend’s sweet cock and balls,” he said before he took me into his mouth.  He sucked on my cock and then my balls.  “And that hot fucking ass of yours,” he said.  I felt his finger probing for my hole, and I lifted myself up using my legs so he could insert his finger.  His digit entered me as he returned to blowing me.  I moaned loudly and writhed again.  “Your ass sure likes things in it,” he said.

“YES!  Oh gawd yes!” I panted.

Suddenly his finger was pulled out of me.  He grabbed my legs, lifted them, and shoved them toward my chest.  “Hold onto those,” he said.  I gripped my legs and felt him spread my cheeks apart.  “Mmmm.  Look at that beautiful pink puckered hole.”  Then I felt his hot breath against my ass followed by the most incredible sensation!  His tongue was licking my butthole!  I thought I was going to cum right then.  Holy shit!  After his tongue probed my ass for what seemed like forever but still wasn’t long enough, he quit.  “Roll over, Mark.”  I immediately did as he said.  He grabbed my legs and pulled me toward the edge of the bale until my hips were at the edge.  I was so happy when I felt his tongue going to work on my ass again.

He quit and then covered my body with his.  I could feel his heat spreading into my back.  His hard cock pressed against my ass.  He kissed me and said softly: “You know, since your ass likes things in it so much, we should see if I can fit my dick in it.  Shall we do that?”

“You . . . you want to butt fuck me?”

He was sucking on my neck before he answered: “Yes, Mark.  I want to fuck your sweet virgin ass.  I want to stick my dick deep inside you until your ass swallows every inch of my throbbing cock.  I want to pound your tight hole until I fill your ass with cum.”  As he said all this, he rubbed his cock in my crack.  “Will you let me fuck you, my hot little boy?”

I was scared.  His dick was pretty big.  But still I said yes.

He kissed me.  “You’ve made me so happy, Mark!”  He moved back down until his tongue was licking my hole again.  This time I felt him putting a lot of his spit on my hole.  His finger moved it into my ass.  He handed me my shirt and said “Put this in your mouth if you think you might be loud.  Your uncle is out in the field, but just in case.”  I watched him spit into his hand and rub it onto his cock.  “Reach back and spread your cheeks apart for me.”

I did as he asked, and he gripped his cock and brought it to my hole.  I shoved my shirt into my mouth just to be ready.  I felt the tip enter me.  It slid into my ass, and I felt my eyes close.  It felt better than I had thought it would!  But then more of it pushed in, and now it felt like my ass was burning.  “Fuck Mark!  I’ve never had my dick in a tighter hole before.  It feels so good, I never want to take it out!”  He pushed more of his thick rod into me making me bite down on the shirt.  “Ever since I first met you, I’ve wondered what you looked like naked, how you would feel beneath me, your hot ass swallowing my cock.”  Wow!  I had no idea!  Is that what all the winking was about all those times?  Then I remembered one time when he was teaching me how to play pool.  He was behind me, pressed against my ass.  A couple of times he rubbed against me.  After I had taken my shot, his hands rested on my hips.

Another flash of bright white light shot in my eyes as his dick went deeper.  He started moving his cock back and forth in small movements now.  “And when it snowed and you spent the night on Thanksgiving, I so badly wanted to come into your room.” His dick shoved forward again.  The pain was lessening.  “One time at your uncle’s I went into the room you were using and found a pair of your dirty underwear.  I sniffed it and could smell your sweat.  I stuck them in my pocket and have them hidden at home.  I’ve jacked off so many times while holding them to my nose.”

He wanted me all this time?  Somehow that made me want this more.  I removed the cloth from my mouth and moaned loudly as he started fucking me just a little harder.  “Fuck me, Jim.  Fuck me.”

“You really want it?” he asked surprised.

“Yes!  I want it bad.  Give it to me, Jim.”

He started kissing my back again, and I felt him shove his cock forward. “One more good thrust, and I’ll be all the way in, Mark.”

“Then do it.  Do it now!”

“You’re sure?” he asked, his hands coming to my shoulders and gripping them.

“Yes!  Do it!”

He shoved the rest of his big cock into me.  I quickly grabbed the shirt and shoved it into my mouth.  It hurt like hell.  He was fucking me slowly, and the constant massaging of my hole made the pain go away a little more quickly.  When it did, I spit the shirt out again.  It took a while longer for my ass to relax, but as it did, he picked up speed.  That felt fucking good!  “Yes! Fuck me, Jim!  FUCK ME!”

“Oh Mark!” he said and started shoving his cock into me hard.  Soon he was going quicker.  Every so often he would stop and do long, slow, movements of his cock where he pulled back and then fed it to my ass again.  I was grasping at the blanket as he drove me wild.  “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Jim!  I do!  I want it!”

He started pounding my ass even harder.  I could feel pressure building rapidly in my dick.  “I’m gonna cum!” I said.

“So fucking hot!” he replied and started fucking me harder.  The pressure built rapidly and got almost unbearable until finally I came.  I moaned so loudly it was almost a yell. “Fuck yes!” he said, and he shoved his dick into me even harder.  He pounded my hole steadily, and I could hear him grunting.  He didn’t last much longer before I felt his dick moving inside me and I heard “Shit!”

After a few seconds, he collapsed onto me.  I could feel his breath against the damp skin of my back.  He kissed me on the back.  Several moments later he pulled out.  I rolled onto my back, and he was on top of me kissing.  “Goddamn, Mark.  That was fucking incredible!”  His mouth was on mine, our tongues rubbing against each other again as we enjoyed the after effects of our sex.