An occasional series about an 18 year old dumb farmers son and his er rather large predicament. Suggestions to [email protected]
Sven gets the corn in
It’s kinda weird at home right now what with Eddie off to agriculture college in the big city. I keeps waking in the night, my ass hole itching something awful and my predicament almost purple with rage, busting fit to explode even after Docs repeated probe tests. It’s another two weeks till my next appointment. Heck I won’t last that long.
I told Pa and he says I need to find something to itch it, something better than a cob of his corn, he must’ve seen me walking around with one sticking outta my bunghole most times when it’s just too dambed itching to think of anything else.
I reckon it’s before 6 in the morning, the only sounds are my own breath, Ma and Pa snoring through the flimsy wall and the dawn wind rustling through the corn as it blows over the farm.
I gets up for a pee, dodging the creaky boards I knows only too well. I’m too hard to piss, just my cock honey making a bead as I stand bare assed in the bathroom leaning over the pan. I lick it up, I don’t flush, nuthin’ to wash away.
Only one thing for it. I gotta run it off. I squeeze my feet into my sneakers and I navigate the squeaks, silently open the farmstead door and look up at the big Iowan sky, sure takes your breath away, the pink invading the dark blue and I breathe in the cooler air, already tingling at my pecker and nips as I jog to the bottom field and to the creek, the corn smelling strong, Pa says it’s getting close to harvest and he should know.
I find my pace, my cock slapping my abs, still angry with me, the rhythm slowly clears my buzzing brain. That’s better now, thumper has subsided, jus’ hanging low, soft enough to piss through. I’m near the creek, on the edge of our land, the deep green valley that’s here most of the year. The huge Williamsons holding starts the on other side of the water.
Eddie and I come here a lot, we dammned the creek along with the Williamson boys, stopped it up real good over the years, hauling and positioning the bigger rocks as we got older and stronger, turning it from a paddling pool to a swim spot, complete with rope swing, now hanging as forlorn as my weenie. I hold the rope with one hand and my dick in the other and sigh to piss in a silvery yellow arc over the dark water, in the shadow against the sun that’s still low in the sky making the Williamsons corn fields shine golden.
I hear another stream hit the water and look up, Its Benji W.
‘Hey Benji’ I shout across ‘how’s it hanging?’,
He pisses higher, our streams almost meeting.
‘Not bad, and you?’, I make my stream higher and make it dance. He copies.
We both walk to the waters edge, trying to piss further so our streams meet. I finish up and bend to splash the water over me to cool down. I wade out into the still water,
‘Wanna swim Benji?’, I say,
He laughs, ‘getting too old for that ain’t ya?’, Benji says,
‘Jus coolin’ down I guess’, I say, thinking how can you be too old to cool down?
‘Coolin’ down or foolin’ around?’ says Benji,
‘Well now you come to mention it, I gotta itch that needs a scratch, since Eddies gone it just ain’t the same’,
‘Yeah, I knows, I’ve not had a good fuckin’ since Vinny W went to college and Bobby W and Jake W are up and married. Pa says he’ll shoot me dead if I mess with Eliza W, no matter how much she wants to practice it, and he means it’,
‘Yeah, stay clear of them girls, Ma says you’ll have a minute of fun and years o’ misery’,
‘Right now a minute of fun would do me jus’ fine until we sees the Doc again’, says Benji,
‘Me too’, I say wading towards him, the water cold on my ballsack. My cock waking up, a mirror image wading towards me,
‘No kissing though’,
I nod as Benji grabs me in a head lock, he’s easy to throw and we’re in the water now cooling off ‘n getting hotter if you know what I mean.
Fuck he’s getting stronger, Ma always said he was always the runt of the litter, but he’s sure grown these last few months.
He dunks me under, he’s not letting go, I can’t shift him, I’m running outta breath and I figure I’m too young to die. I manage to trip him and he falls back in the water, I rise out and haul the air in my lungs. He’s laughing, I hold out my hand to pull him up. He’s stood, naked, his hands on his waist, his uncut dick, erect, ready. Heck when did he get so pretty?
He’s proper horned up, jus’ like I am, we both lick our lips a little and slap our cocks in our palms. Nothin’ is said as we walk to the big rock on Pa’s land to lay as the sun hits it, to dry off a little.
‘Heck my ass is itching‘ I say,
‘n you look ready for it’ Benji says,
‘When did you get so fucking strong, and hung?, I say.
He flexes, proudly, then pauses, holding his dick.
‘Yeah Pa says I’ve to exercise the other parts of my body to take my mind off Vinny W leaving, so I’m lifting Vinny W’s weights an’ running aroun’ like he used to, it sure works, that and the eating and the farm work. Hey, We fucking or talking, I’ll be missed?’,
He bent over, his ass as golden as mine from being naked a while all summer, I spits, lines up and sinks in,
Benji exhales and growls a low growl through the pain, I settle and wait till he’s stopped mewling and take him long and slow, building to my release, I pull out and shoot over his balls, and ass hole watching it splat noisily on his nuts, dripping like frosting. I sigh a long sigh,
‘Man that was good and tight’, I say,
Benji grins and smears my cum over his nuts and his shaft as lube, I turn and wiggle at him,
‘Do you’re worst Benji, I needs this badly’,
He plunges in and yeah, he’s not as thick as Eddie but I’d say a bit longer, as I feel a mild pain deeper as he’s probing new vistas.
He goes at it for a minute or so, his shaft acting like Drovers Balsam on my itch, he does the right thing and pulls out.
I turn quickly and hold out my tongue as he splats over my face, anywhere but on my tongue, finally hitting the mark on his last spurt as his legs go. Shame there’s no kissing, he could’ve cleaned me up. I have to wipe it outta my eyes. I jump in the pool from the rock and I hear him splash at the side of me as we clean off the spunk.
‘Pa says your booked in day after tomorrow for your corn harvest?’,
‘I guess so, who’s driving?’,
‘Pa’s hired a guy called Sven, he’s some distant relative, he’s worked for John Deere. Pa says what he don’t know about that there machinery ain’t worth knowing, he’s from Daneland or was it Utah, anyways somewhere foreign, he’s nice lookin’ too’,
‘So I’ll maybes see you tomorrow Benji, If I get some free time to relax?’,
‘What you mean to suck my dick? Then yes siree, I’m sure missing Vinny W, I reckon we could do just fine as stand-ins for our lost bro’s’,
He put his hand on his heart as he said ’lost Bro’s’ and lowered his head in respect of the fallen.
He brightened and touched his fingers to his head in a mock salute and turned to go. I watched his naked berry brown ass shuffle away and his broad shoulders flex as he sets off a running.
I squeeze into my trainers and run back to the farm, the sun higher now, making a long shadow as I run. I creep through the kitchen door and run upstairs, forgetting about the creaks.
‘That you?’
‘Sure is Ma’,
‘What you up to boy?’,
‘I ain’t no boy and I ain’t up to nothing’,
‘Less of your cheek and get the oats on’,
‘Yes Ma’,
I dressed quickly and got the water boiling in the pot, two cups less now that Eddie and his gargantuan appetite is not here and stirred in the three cups of oats. I took a spoon of honey before Ma caught me.
Mmm, I thought I must get up earlier than Ma again to get the treats!
Benji called by the next day with a message about the corn picker hire, confirming the time. I followed him back across the farm jus’ chatting shit.
We lay in the corn and I grabbed hold of his and he mine, getting our relief quickly, spurting our seed into the corn.
Pa had me tidying the corn rows before tomorrow’s harvesting, clearing the old husks and fallen leaves before the picker grabs em, strips em, and sprays the golden corn in the hopper and to the truck I’ll be driving alongside.
I stole a cob and slept on my belly that night, the cob sticking outta my bunghole, the itch subsiding greatly.
I woke up early, bursting for a pee but my woody wouldn’t let it pass through. I squeezed on my trainers and dodged the loose boards and stepped out into the dawn light to run it off.
‘That you boy?’, Says Pa,
Busted.
‘Yeah, just trying to cool off Pa’,
‘Mm looks like you got a predicament there boy, I can’t help you with that no more, sorry and all’,
‘I don’t expec you to Pa, it’s my own worry not yours, anyway what’s got you up so early?’,
Pa pointed and looked across at the farm road and in the semi darkness the John Deere picker contraption looked like something from outer space as it pulled up the drive, stopping right in front of us, the spotlights illuminating Pa, me and my predicament. I was literally caught in the spot lights.
Sven jumped down, I’d say he’s 6’2” about 180 pounds, lean and muscular, wearing double denims; a shirt and cut off jeans, his shirt opened to show his lions mane of blond hair. Benji W was correct, he is good looking.
‘Hey, I’m Sven, I see you were expecting me’. He looked me up and down, my predicament had subsided somewhat. I took a hand away from my crotch to shake his hand. He looked surprised.
‘Well I have not had a welcome committee like this before!’, he said.
Pa kicked my ass out of the way,
‘What must you think of us Sven, Chris here just heard the noise and jumped out of bed to see what was going on’ covering for me,
‘So you sleep naked I see, like a Viking God, like me?’,
‘I guess so’ I said. Blushing. My hands back shielding my jewels.
Pa lead him through for coffee and donuts in the kitchen as I ran upstairs to dress.
‘Well, the corn is getting no fatter but the sooner we cut it the sooner we’ll be finished and can relax, I like some company in the bunk house on a night, if you’ve nothing on Chris?’, said Sven, laughing at his own joke.
‘Guess so’ I said,
Pa threw me the tractor keys.
‘You know what to do, once Sven has filled the hopper you drive alongside and he fills the truck, you drive back to the drying tank and deposit your load, then go back to Sven’,
‘Easy enough to deposit a load’ I said. Sven grinned and even Pa did too, then he had to tell me off, I knew he didn’t want to,
‘You’re just a dumbass farmboy but you think you’re smarter dontcha?’,
Pa says kicking my ass to the back of the farm buildings to the tractor shed.
Sven high fives me and does a wrist grip, sorta testing my strength, looking right into my eyes.
I match him most of the way, then let him win, he’s the boss today.
We’re doing just fine, the suns getting high and it’s hot. Sven is down to just his cut-offs, I’m butt naked sitting on my shirt on the sweaty vinyl tractor seat, my ass itching.
Sven is looking over at me, he’s laid back, not much steering to do as the GPS takes care of that, one hand on his package, feeling his balls just laying comfy, the other on the wheel.
‘Loading’ he shouts to me above the noise,
I rise up off the seat to look in the mirrors and make sure I’m aligned as I watch the corn billow out of the tube, cascading into the truck.
‘That’s a mighty fine view’, says Sven,
‘Yeah I can just about see what’s happening’,
‘Yeah, looks like you’re enjoying it’, he stared at my predicament,
‘Oh yeah, it’s got a life of its own, must be you that’s set him off racin’, laying back like that, feeling at your dick all the time’.
He kicked off his cutoffs and stood up. The machine bleeped and lights flashed.
What a view, he’s uncut like Benji, his bell end protected by a sheaf of ski that’s longern than it needs be and sorta bunches up in a snout. It’s up, at about 60 degrees, bobbing about as he switches off the alarms,
‘That’s because I took my hands off the steering and feet off the accelerator’,
‘Looks like your full’ he shouts at me,
I fondle my balls, ‘yeah, getting there, Benji took a load earlier’.
‘Not your spunk dumbass, the corn’,
He shut down the transfer and I drove off to the drying tank and stood with the sun on my back and watched as the corn poured in. I felt at my bunghole, it sure is itchy today. On the way back I reach out and pick a cob, peel it back, spit on it and lodge it up my ass. Oh the relief.
I ride high on my thighs and bring the tractor parallel with Sven.
‘We can take a break at the end of this row, maybe cool off a little’, Sven shouts over the din. I nod.
The picker is shut down, it has a cleaning routine that’s amazing, everything folding in and out and whirring. I’m agog, standing, watching.
I feel a kiss on my shoulder and turn, I feel the cob being pushed in and pulled out of my bunghole, that’s the best part of a cob, the ridges feels so good, better than Eddies veiny cock actually.
I turn and Sven pulls out the cob and throws it, and replaces it with his cock. It’s got a nice curve to it, like a tusk.
‘Oh thanks Sven, that’s gonna get to my itch if anything can, but I’d be obliged if you’d shoot over the corn, not up my guts’,
He laughs and nods, ‘yes of course’, he says,
He sure does get to the itch, he pulls out and sprays his load into the corn.
He’s sweating and to my surprise bends over ‘I am ready for you, same rules please’,
I climb on in, rubbing his blond downy body as I do him. He’s a handsome stud and his ass cheeks know how to tease a dick well. I pull out and he swings to face me. I shoot all over his face.
‘Oh sorry, let me clean up my mess’,
I kiss lick my load offa his face.
‘You’re fucking beautiful’ I say. He stands up and holds out his arm,
‘You’re pretty sexy yourself, I can’t wait for tonight, you won’t be needing to steal a cob, that’s for sure’.
TBC
