Sunnybright Farm (Part 1)
An offer to meet with a bunch of the other farmhands in the barn late one night is a dream come true. His summer job is turning out better than Shaun ever imagined.
A desire to be used by multiple men comes to fruition
Shaun is working as a farmhand for the summer, taking a break from college. He’s never done physical labor before, and it’s leaving him sore.
Distractions are rare in the small town he finds himself in. Very few straight guys are willing to walk the line with him. He’s hankering for a bit of excitement.
An offer to meet with a bunch of the other farmhands in the barn late one night is a dream come true. Shaun has always wanted to be used by a gang of men.
One night turns into two when he offers them more of his body. After being bred, Rex, the farm manager, takes a special interest in him. He wants even more of what Shaun has on offer.
His summer job is turning out better than Shaun ever imagined.
The sun was beating down on me. Another roasting hot day in rural America. I loaded the last of the hay into the barn off the truck. My muscles were screaming. It was my first summer working on a farm, doing manual labor. It was a break from college—a summer job.
Sunnybright Farms had an assortment of income streams. There were miles of vegetable fields. Corn, green beans, cabbage, carrots, cucumbers, and onions. And a few cattle for beef. They even had an orchard full of apples. The hay I was unloading was for the horses they kept on the farm for trail rides. It was a family business. Sometimes it felt like anything goes.
And the work was hard. But varied. As soon as I finished the hay, I was supposed to walk the onion and carrot fields to make sure everything looked in good shape. Tomorrow, I would be helping one of the other farmhands repair a fence, maybe plant a few new posts.
I shoved the last bale of hay in place, then climbed back down the ladder. I'd had to haul every bale up that damned ladder. Automation was scarce at Sunnybright.
I grabbed my shirt, slipped it back on, and headed for the main house. It was lunchtime. As well as having a place to live, the farm supplied us with three square meals a day. They were usually significant meals that I packed in as best I could. When I first started working on the farm, I had dropped about fifteen pounds. Weight I could ill afford to lose.
I was lean. At twenty-one, I had yet to fill out fully. But I was muscular. More so since I started at the farm three weeks ago. Dirty blond hair and blue eyes completed the picture. My face; the guys seemed to like what I was offering. The ones I had found in the vast, empty prairie.
The closest thing we had to a pickup spot was the town's country bar. Slim pickings. Mostly a bunch of straight guys. Not that their being straight guys stopped them. I'd had the same guys over and over again. I was looking for something a bit more exciting.
"Shaun."
I turned to hear who had spoken my name. It was Rex, the farm's general manager. He was a tall drink of cold water on a hot day. Dark, broody … and gorgeous. I'd had dreams about him. Woken up more than a few times with damp, sticky sheets.
"What's up?" I crossed my arms, expecting Rex to give me some more work to do before I had a chance to eat my lunch.
"You headed in for lunch?"
"Just on my way."
Rex copied my stance by crossing his arms. "You going into town tonight?"
I sighed. "Probably." I placed my hands on my hips. "I'm honestly getting bored. The same guys, weekend after weekend. Guys willing to walk the line are few and far between around here."
"What if I had a different idea?"
Now, that piqued my interest. Maybe Rex was ready to give me a ride. I had dropped enough hints on him in the weeks I had been working here. He would be a conquest worth having.
"Some of the guys and me were talking."
Some of the guys?
I smiled. Now, this did sound interesting. "What did you have in mind?"
"Meet us in the barn around eleven after the family is in bed."
My cock pulsed, hardening against my zipper. It pinched. I had a habit of not wearing underwear. It gave me a thrill to know I was walking around commando.
That my cock was so accessible.
"I'll be there." I winked at Rex for good measure, but he just looked me up and down, turned away, and headed for the house. There was some uncertainty in the way he had looked at me.
I rushed through lunch. Some awkward glances were zipping around the table. I could tell which guys Rex was referring to by the way they were looking at me. Five in all. I wondered what they had in store for me. What they wanted to do to me.
My cock stirred again beneath the table. I would need to beat off before the rendezvous, or I wouldn't be able to contain myself for long. Simply having a guy's cock in my mouth might make me cum. Just thinking about it was making me wet.
I zipped through the onion and carrot fields. Everything looked good. I took a wander through the apple orchard to pass the time. Small green apples dotted the leaves. It was past dinner by the time I wandered back to the main house. I was able to scoop some leftovers and heat them in the microwave.
It would have to hold me until morning. I headed for the bunkhouse and curled up on my bed, the bottom bunk of four. I turned to face the wall. Two guys were sitting at the far end in the common space, reading and listening to music. They shouldn't be able to hear me.
They weren't among the five who would be meeting me tonight.
Pity.
The rest of the guys were probably halfway to town by now. Filling up on liquid courage for what the rest of the night held.
I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. My cock was hard, excited by the prospect of jerking off in the presence of the guys at the other end of the bunkhouse. I took a firm grip of it. As expected, I didn't last long. A few pulls and tugs, and I was spilling cum onto my hand. I licked my thumb, tucked my cock away, rolled out of bed, and headed for the washroom to clean up.
That should hold me for a while.
I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes. I was tired. The physical work and extreme heat had worn me out. A nap was in order. I needed to be fresh for whatever Rex had planned for me.
I fell into a dream about him.
Someone shook me awake. It was pitch black in the room, but I could tell it was Rex.
"It's time," he said.
My heart rate ramped up as I followed him to the barn. One small light was burning inside, and there was a hum of quiet conversation. The barn fell silent as I entered.
"Evening, boys." I decided to be chipper. Whatever they were thinking, it was like a dream come true. Five strapping young men wanted something from me. All at once.
I dropped to my knees on the concrete floor. It was hard and cool on my knees. I knew what they likely wanted from me.
Four wandered toward me, but Rex held back. The youngest, Blake, was first to unzip his fly. I shuffled toward him and opened my mouth. His cock felt glorious on my tongue. I closed my mouth around it, my tongue riding the firm ridge of his cockhead. I circled it, wetting the head, dipping into the slit.
It excited me that Blake had been thinking about this. So much so that he was hard before I had taken him into my mouth.
A second hard cock prodded my cheek.
