Country Boys Boner

By JonH

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Everyone mentions the weather. I work at Evan’s Feed & Fertilizer’ the
only supplier to the farms of the western district (there’s Stockley’s but
they’re more irrigation and general machinery) and since I arrived at 7
this morning every customer has mentioned how hot it is. Most of them take
another anxious look up at the clear blue sky when they say it. It
matters, the weather at this time of the year can be real make or break and
seeing as the last two years have been lean we need a good crop in spring
and with the planting in the area winding up now the last thing anyone
wants is a dry spell.

As I say it matters, a bad season for the farmers means a bad final quater
for us. I’ve been here since leaving school, I’m twenty one now and
although I’m thinking about studying agriculture next year it’s been easy
to just sit back and work here. All I do is fill orders either over the
counter or spend my days in the pickup making deliveries to the local
farms.

Mr Mathers is leaning on the counter talking about grain prices, I’m
nodding my head but not really listening. Slumped down in my chair I can
finger my cock through my trousers without Mr Mathers seeing anything.
Taking my hand off the bulge I’ve idly built up in my crotch I wipe the
sweat off my brow with my shirt sleeve. Mr Mathers mentions the heat which
makes me realize how much I wanna get out of the office and go on one of my
drives. I noticed two drums of fertilizer in the back of the pickup this
morning so I know Mr Evans will need me to go out today and with my hardon
sweatin’ up my undies I’m kind of keen to get going.

“….so even with the subsidy you’re still looking at 180 which is
laughable.”

“Yeah, n’ the fuel” Jesus I’m hard. Maybe I shoulda jerked off in the
shower this morning.

“Morning Noel” Mr Evans comes in from the warehouse and gives Mr Mathers a
quick nod.

“Doug, there’s two for Mr Delaney in the truck and I’ll need you to collect
four empties” Sitting up I take my hand off my crotch and check the
delivery docket that Mr Evans drops in front of me. Perfect, Delaney’s is
a good one and a quater hour drive. Getting up from my desk and making for
the rear door quickly neither Mr Evans or Mr Mather would’ve seen the bulge
I’m eager to handle.

The heat hits me as soon as I got into the car park. Dry air and the smell
of fertilizer and dust almost made me cough. Checking the drums in the
rear I got into the pickup, left the yard and gunned it into high gear as
fast as I could.

Lately I’ve got a routine for days like this, with a horny mind and a small
town a guys gotta be creative. Half a mile past the Wren’s place is open
road with nothing but turned earth fields on either side, when I pass the
Miller Road turn off I wind down the window, unbuckle my jeans and lifting
my body shuck em’ down to just below my arse. In this heat my undies go
into a tight sweaty roll as I peel them down over my arse. My shirt I keep
in place so anyone that passes me sees nothing more than a regular guy in a
pickup.

Man, I love the way my sweaty arse kinda slides around on the vinyl seat,
with one hand on the wheel and the other giving a few quick tugs of my cut
cock I’m soon driving with one sweaty hot boner drying in the breeze from
the window. Some days I pull over and get in the back of the truck and
hidden by the high sides jerk off under sky but today I’m happy to let my
hardon stand up and take in the breeze. If I have time I might drive by my
house and really strip down. Dad’s never home till late and mum works at
the Dempsey Hospital so I’ve got the yard to myself and ever since I was 15
I’ve got right into just walking around our yard stark naked wearing
nothing but shoes. I dunno what it is, maybe it’s the way my boner swings
abit when I walk that does it but for whatever reason I’ve still not grown
out of this habit.

I don’t wanna give the impression that living in a small farming town means
all I can do for kicks is jerk off in a truck or walk around bare arse in
my yard, for a twenty one year old I reckon I’ve gone OK. The first stiffy
I saw was my cousin Dylan’s when we were both 17, he stayed with us one
summer and I kept dropping lame arse hints about jerking off. I finally
got him to show me his dick, we jerked off together but he didn’t wanna be
near me when he did it, me on the other hand when I saw his hardon I knew
then that for me a guys cock was something I had to feel.

The thing about small towns is people talk so I’ve always known I gotta be
real selective. In fact as much as I want to the fact is the dicks of the
local guys are pretty much off limits. This dilemma meant I got to know my
own body damn well until one day my accident I discovered the toilets out
the back of the gas station / motel on the highway. I was filling the
pick-up when a guy from one of the semi’s looked at me in a weird way, it’s
hard to describe but he really looked hard, first off I thought he was
pissed off at something then for a split second he dropped his eyes to my
crotch before going into the gents.

At first I was kinda dumb struck being local and 19 but I followed him in.
He wasn’t at the urinals and the only cubicle taken was the end one. I
didn’t know what the hell to do so I let out a real quite cough. The
cubicle with the closed door still had the ‘vacant’ sign showing so really
gently I pushed it, it opened easily and then thumped lightly on a guys
leg, from the jeans he was wearing I could tell it was the truck driver I’d
just seen. I stood there for a few seconds, he made no attempt to close
the door so I moved closer. That’s when he leant over and looked at me
from behind the door and jerked his head. With my heart thumping like
crazy I moved into the cubicle and saw he wasn’t taking a dump, what I did
notice was he had a huge boner that he slowly fisted. Closing the door
behind me I finally got to touch another guys cock and I loved it, he had
the same hardness I had. The guy then undid the front of my trousers and
with me standing there not knowing what to do he actually opened his mouth
and put it over my cock head. Feeling his cock was great but having a
mouth on me was fucking brilliant, he sucked me really hard, occasionally
his teeth dug into my shaft but I wasn’t gonna pull away. I was thinking
of ways to try the same thing on him when he starts to grunt and before I
know it he’s spitting out my still rock hard cock and zipping up his jeans.
It wasn’t until he’d gone that I felt the cum soaking the inner thigh of my
jeans.

Seeing as the people who owned the motel knew me and my family I couldn’t
go there too often without looking obvious. They made a couple of comments
about how much fuel I buy for the pickup so I had to really ease up on the
visits and nowadays I don’t go there at all unless it’s purely to fill the
tank. Reason being their daughter saw me come out of one of the motel
rooms and I know she’d thought it was suspect.

The reason I was in the room was because I finally did meet another guy. I
was cleaning the windows of the truck and on that day I was real horny,
just leaning on the side of the truck was enough to get my dick hard.
Anyway, I saw this guy walking towards the motel rooms and seeing as I’d
never seen him before I really gave him a stare and then like the truck
driver dropped my eyes to his crotch. He seemed surprised but kind of
amused so when he said ‘busy’ all I said was no and then followed him into
his room.

He was like my cousin Dylan in that he didn’t wanna touch my dick but he
was cool about getting undressed in front of me. When he was naked he
dropped back onto the couch, his dick wasn’t hard but seeing as I’d gone
this far I knelt down on the floor next to him and sucked his flaccid dick
into my mouth. The stale sweaty taste drove me crazy so I began to really
suck him off. He grew real fast and so within a minute I was sucking my
first ever erection. This time I blew first onto the side of the vinyl
couch and pulling my mouth off his cock I still had enough interest to
watch mesmerized as he jerked a load from his own cock.

So technically I guess I’ve had sex three times. There’s still alot I
wanna try. So with my still hard erection and a few slides across the
sweat slippery seat I drive on.

Even with the breeze blowing through the window my face is really sweating.
Leaning towards the window I notice how warm and thick the air feels even
when driving fast, a rush of air gets inside my shirt and for a second I
fell a chill. Writhing my arse on the seat it isn’t hard to get my arse
cheeks to spread apart a little, I force my arse ring down hard and try to
get it to touch the wet vinyl. I’ve just began to tug at my cock when I
see a figure up ahead walking along the road.

Whoever it is must recognize the truck because they start waving. It’s
Colin Bryant. He’ll expect a lift. Fumbling with the damp coil of
underpants I wrench them up only to have em’ bunch up in my arse crack.
Pulling to a stop I’ve just enough time to pull up my jeans and push my
hardon back into them before Colin’s ruddy face leans in through the
window. Him and me grew up in this area, we went to school together but
because he was two years older than me we didn’t know each other real well.
Despite working outside in fields all day he’s pale but under his shirt
there’s alot of firm muscle. All I really know about him is that he could
drive a tractor from when he was 9 and that all the wheat fields on the
left side of the truck are his families.

“Doug man” he’s got that goofy kinda grin plastered on his face – he never
lost it. “Colin, how are ya?” “Scorched, fuckin’ scorcher ay?” “Yeah,
where you going?” “The weir, I gotta swim, this fuckin’ heats killin’ me.
You workin’?” “Yeah, going over to Delaney’s place” “Good one. Give us a
lift will ya’ my fuckin’ bikes dead” “Yeah. Get in”

The smell of Colin fills the truck as soon as he gets in, aside from the
shoulders his whole t-shirt is soaked in sweat. He offers me a cigarette
and while patting his pockets looking for his lighter I quickly try to do
up the buckle of my jeans and adjust the still tented crotch down into a
painful but hidden mound.

Colin tells me how they finished their fields last week and that he was
going to spend the day checking his farm fences but with a broken trail
bike figured he may aswell go for a swim. The weirs like a small lake but
because it’s deep in the middle the waters always fairly cold. It’s been a
local swimming hole for local kids for aslong as I’ve been around. It’s
surrounded by wild undergrowth and the one tree on the bank gives off a
little shade but is used mainly to jump from.

Colin suggests I come down with him for a swim.

“I dunno, I gotta be back by 2″ “Yeah, it’s 12 now you’ll make it” “It
really is hot I guess but I dunno…” “Jeez Doug a swim’s not goin’ to
take long” “Nah…I won’t”

Colin looks at me with a playful smirk “Doug, ya’ need it I can smell your
arse from here” My face went red real fast, I mumbled a quick ‘OK’ but
couldn’t come out with anymore. The fact Colin mentioned the smell from my
arse kinda threw me.

Turning off the road we headed up a dirt track towards the bush surrounding
the weir. No one was parked in the usual parking place and from the
silence as we got out of the truck it was clear there wasn’t any kids
around.

We made our way along the well worn path until we got to the small sandy
bank of the weir. The coolness given off from the water made the intense
heat in the air more bearable.

“Hope you’re not offended by nudity” Colin grinned. Colin had stripped
himself down to his briefs. “These fuckin’ undies are useless” With that
he stripped down completely, his soft cock peeled away from his sweat
mattered pubic hair and hung there raw in the hot air.

His arse cheeks parted slightly as he stepped up onto the low branch of the
tree. It was kind of expected that the only way to enter the water was by
swinging from the rope that was tied around a high up branch. He gripped
the rope and looked down at me standing on the bank still dressed.

“Get on with it Doug”

Kicking my shoes off I soon stripped down to my briefs, I tried to keep
facing him so he didn’t see how my undies had ridden up my arse crack but
when I pulled off my jeans I kinda stumbled so he got a good look at the
coil of fabric that disappeared between my arse cheeks.

“Givin’ yerself a wedgie I see”

The local kids often used to swim naked – ‘in the raw’ we all called it
when growing up – at that age there was never anything sexual about doing
it. I’d seen heaps of dicks down at this weir but they didn’t mean
anything, they were just other kids dicks. But now the thought that I was
swimming in the raw with another guy in his early twenties kinda got to me.
Maybe it was the pubic hair, maybe it was just coz I was horny, whatever it
was I could feel that stirring in my dick so I moved quick up onto the
branch so Colin didn’t notice the change in size.

Gripping onto the rope Colin swung out from the tree then dropped into the
water with a loud splash. Waiting for him to come up to the surface I held
the rope. I needed to get into the water as the sight of Colin’s arse and
that meaty circumcised dick got mine bobbing up more. Finally he broke the
surface, then lying on his back in the water stayed floating right in the
spot where I’d land if I jumped in. His wet dick lolled around heavily in
his crotch as he lazily splashed at the water looking up at me. He looked
so damn suckable.

I held the rope between my legs and tried to cover what was now a fast
growing erection.

“Colin ya’ gotta move”

“Doug?! Gettin’ boned up from the rope are we?” Colin grinned.

With slow sweeps of his arm he moved out of my way. Swinging out from the
tree I bunched up my body to cover my dick and then dropped into the cool
green water. The rush of it into my arse crack and the coolness on my cock
for a second lowered the stiffness but swimming naked in a deserted weir
with another guy, even a straight one meant I was soon treading water with
the aid of a boner that moved with the currents of water around my body.

Treading water a few feet from each other me and Colin let water soak deep
into all parts of our naked skin. Colin gripped his nose and blew clear
snot into his hand which he then dragged under the surface.

“Shit, so now I’m swimming in your snot” I said with a smile. “Same as me
swimmin’ with that reekin’ arse a’ yours I guess” he smirked. “It’s clean
now” “Hope so”

We were still only a few feet away from each other, I could see the pink
blur of his body below the surface but couldn’t see his dick. One part of
me was real scared he’d see or feel my boner, another part wanted him to
see it and to feel it. Him talking about my arse like that…saying it
stunk. A person makes the wrong move in a country town like ours and you
wear it, real badly. I decided to play it safe at least for now and
dropped below the water and kicking hard swam straight down to the slimey
mud bottom and then shot off away from Colin’s naked body.

Colin started to swim to the other end of the weir. To get rid of my
hardon I tried a few of the moves from when I was a kid, standing on my
head in the water and doing as many somersaults in the water as possible.
Shaking my head as I broke the surface I realized I’d forgotten to hold my
nose and the water burned my nostrils. Looking at the shore I was
surprised to see Colin out of the water on the low, flat rock at the other
end of the weir – he was standing up, his pale skin glared in the hot sun,
I expected him to jump back in but he didn’t – he sat down with his knee’s
bent in front of him.

I was well and truly soft by now so I swam up to him. Catching a quick
glimpse of his crotch his cut dick looked big, meaty but soft. Shy about
sitting too close and worried I might bone up I sat down behind him, close
enough to talk but facing just his back so he couldn’t see my crotch.

“That was great. Not a bad idea coming down here” I said. The sun felt
hot on my body but my skin felt cool.

Colin had a stick about two feet long that he was scraping along the
surface of the rock. He nodded his head but didn’t say anything.

“I interrupted you before in the truck didn’t I?” “No, whattya mean” I
knew. “Jerkin’ off and drivin’ – dangerous stuff”. He turned his body to
face me – the smirk was across his face again. “Heh, yeah well I like the
fresh air”.

He tapped my ankles with the stick but made no effort to look at my crotch.
My cut dick hang there innocently but I knew it’d stiffen in a second if
aroused.

“Yeah, don’t worry bout’ it Doug. You ride a trail bike 10 bumpy acres n’
I tell ya’, you get a boner fit to burst.”

He kept tapping the stick lightly against my ankle then it started to
travel higher.

I didn’t say a word. My cock bounced a little then started to grow. But I
didn’t move.

The stick tapped lightly higher until it I watched it hit my inner leg at
the knee. My cock started to really lift up, if he could see it I didn’t
care – I wanted him to see what I had. The sun burnt down onto my now dry
skin but I wasn’t moving.

The air was dead silent – neither one of us made a noise and still the
stick kept tapping at the inside of my leg. When it passed my knee the
small dry end started to travel down my inner thighs. I was rock hard by
now.

Colin shifted slightly on the rock so he could see my cock.

“Looka’ that will ya’” he mumbled with a smirk. Tapping lightly down into
my crotch his soon hit my balls, lightly pushing them aside the stick
started to slide along the ground where my arse was. He pushed lightly
until I felt it scratch my crack.

Sliding closer to me he still lay on his side. And his cock – fuckin’
beautiful. Sticking up in the warm summer air raw and ready.

Looking up at my face he asked “you ever had one in your mouth?”

“Coupla times. You?”

“We had a bloke in to dig irrigation lines. I blew him pretty much every
time we were alone”

In reply I opened my legs further, getting hold of my dick at the base I
aimed the shaft at his face. Crawling between my legs he slid his lips
over the head in one confident move. Lying back on the rock I felt my
erection sink into that warm, wet mouth. Oh man, it was good. Drawing up
along the shaft I felt shocks through my body. His head bobbed up and down
on my crotch slow and easy like he knew what he was doing.

This bloke was the one. Before even realizing what I asked I rose up, lent
close the his bobbing head and offered “you wanna fuck me?” He head bobbed
faster along my shaft in answer. Then with one final hard suck he lifted
his mouth off my cock, his lips wet with spit.

Getting onto his feet he held his cock and shoved it into my mouth. Hot
hard and clammy it drove into my mouth, pushing my head back as it slammed
into my throat. Trying to work up spit I could smell his sweat rising up
from his thighs. Our bodies burning in the bright glare.

He pulled the shaft from my mouth. Wet and shining he held it in front of
my lips. Working my mouth I let saliva drip along it’s length. Lying back
I lifted my legs into the hot air, kneeling between them he spat into his
palm. Then wiped it into my crack. He then furiously spat another load
onto his palm, held it in front of my mouth and got me to huck all I could
until the bubbling, clear drool coated his hand. Dropping it between my
legs I groaned when I felt it roughly touch my arse hole. He knew he’d got
it so his spit wet finger pushed and worked their ways through my ring.
First one, then two, with so much spit his fingers sunk in easily but in
this drying heat he knew to work fast.

Aiming his cock at my hole I held my legs high and wide and waited. His
cock head pushed along my crack his fingers guiding the way. When he got
to my soft arse lips he shot another finger into my guts then with one
swift movement it was out and I felt the much fatter cock pushing at my
hole. I panicked but couldn’t back out, then the burning started as the
Colin’s cock stretched my hole, the lips tearing apart as he ripped into
me. “Ah fuck, ah fuck…ah” I kinda gasped in panic, pain and excitement.
Then it started to slide.

Once in he grabbed my legs and pushed them higher and further apart. I
couldn’t move as the burn rip of my hole sent my head dropping back hard
against the rock. The pain not noticed as my hole seared. He pumped hard
and long into my guts, I felt his tight balls slap against my arse.

Reaching between my legs I started to hammer at my cock. Colin stared down
at me, sweating like crazy it dropped onto my fist. His mouth pursed as
small breaths shot between his lips. His hips humped fast and hard against
my body. I was gonna blow. He picked up the speed. I felt it in my cock.
My ring was ripped raw but the fuckin’ pleasure was…”gonna, gonna….” he
grunted. Then I felt it – a warm shot in my guts. That did it – I started
- cum shot over my head into the nearby bushes. Colin wrenched his still
spewing cock from my arse and sent his load splattering onto my chest – a
warm mixture of spit, sperm and sweat slathered my body as our cumming
slowed.

His body moved and the sun shone right into my eyes I couldn’t see a thing
but the pain in my arse and the pleasure of my first fuck. My head was
spinning and ringing as Colin dropped down beside me. His clumsy awkward
hand slapping against my chest in affection.

THE END.