Wheat Harvest
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
Fiction: in two parts. This story is based partially on factual incidents dating back to the 1950’s so you will notice these guys aren’t worried about condoms yet.
It was my third year traveling out to my uncle’s wheat ranch in Eastern Colorado for the summer harvest. His wasn’t one of the gigantic spreads like those that surrounded his place, but it still took a month to harvest using a rented combine. I liked to help out, but I also liked the money he paid me at the end of the harvest. Aside from that, it was hard, grueling, dirty, dusty, back breaking labor.
The combine came with a crew of one, to drive, and me, to pitch bails of straw, and to make sure the wheat funnel was always pointed to the scup of the following wagon so we didn’t lose the grain on the ground. Perry, the combine driver, and I worked well together, and seldom had a problem with lost grain. The crew of Mexican laborers that manned the Scup wagon which my uncle pulled using his battered old International Harvester truck, made up the rest of the crew.
Harvest usually began the middle of July, and went on through the middle of August, the hottest and driest period on the plains. Even a short shower of rain could damage the crop, and make it essentially worthless, so there was some urgency to get it into the silos as dry and as fast as possible. It meant rolling out of bed at four every morning and eating a hearty breakfast of eggs, potatoes, ham, and biscuits, with gallons of scalding hot coffee. Once we started in the fields, there was no time for a lunch break, so breakfast had to last until supper time usually around seven thirty at night. An hour after sundown.
Behind the bunk house, my uncle had rigged a water tank up on stilt legs, and a pull chain that would let the water flow out like a shower. The Mexicans were camped down in back of the barn at a stock pond, and only came to the house to eat. Perry and me had the bunk house to ourselves. I suppose the Mexicans cleaned up in the pond, because although they were welcome to the shower tank, they never used it.
Perry and I had known each other for three years that summer, because my uncle had hired him and his folk’s combine for the past five years, and I met him the first harvest I was old enough to pull my weight. I was eighteen that first summer, and Perry was a year older than me. The second year, we were old friends separated by the rest of the year, when I went back home to St. Louis and school. We wrote postcards to each other, and noted how good it would be to see each other in July again.
That third July, we hugged each other like long lost cousins, although we weren’t. My uncle told us he hadn’t been able to line up any Mexicans that year, and that he was going to delay the start a day or so while he went to Denver to see if he could find any. His second wife, May was going with him to stock up on some groceries she needed, so Perry and I were left alone on the ranch that first night after I arrived.
We fixed ourselves a couple of ham sandwiches in May’s kitchen, and sat in the living room talking about the year past and all the things that had happened to us. My uncle’s supply of whiskey relaxed us and loosened our tongues among other things. “You get any yet?” Perry asked me after the second glass of Bourbon.
“Any what?”
“Pussy. You ninny.” I ducked my head a bit embarrassed all of a sudden.
“I guess not.”
“What the fuck; you don’t know if you got laid last year?”
“Well, no. I didn’t get any yet. I’ve been saving it for you fucker.” He laughed.
“I wish. . .” He looked away out through the window at the setting sun, and picked up his drink and swallowed the rest of the amber liquid.
“Wish what?” The short hair on the back of my neck felt like it had stood to attention. Truth was, I had dreams about doing things with Perry. I was only half joking that I’d been saving myself for him.
He set the empty glass down, and turned to look at me in the gathering dusk. “You know Troy, I spend a lit of sleepless nights laying in bed thinking about you in St. Louis. Wondering who you’re out with, what you’re doing. . . His voice trailed off to silence. He got up and walked over to the screen door to the front porch, and pushed it open.
“I’m going to go take a shower, and hit the sack. I’m tired, and that whiskey’s got my head spinning.” The screen door slammed shut, and he was gone. I sat there for a long moment, before I realized I had a hard-on. As the darkness increased and the first stars began to appear, I finally got my nerve up and took out empty glasses to the kitchen, and then followed him down behind the bunk house to the shower.
I stood in the shadows of the bunk house and peeked around the corner to watch him as he was scrubbing his wet and glistening body. I was breathing hard, and my left hand was squeezing my swollen cock through my jeans. When he got to his privates, his back was too me, but I could tell from his arm movements he was washing his cock and balls. After a moment, I realized he was at it for too long, and something else was happening. I willed him to turn around, and so he did. He was stroking himself with a soapy hand, while he pulled his heavy balls down with his free hand. I nearly came I my pants. His cock was so erect and beautiful.
My mind raced, and finally a plan formed. I retreated to the bunk house, and stripped off my clothes. I laid down on his bunk in the dark, nude, and stroked my stiffness to keep it hard. I’d left the lights off, and the room was dark as any night. After a bit, I heard him come in, the screen door screeching on its rusty hinges and the spring slapping it closed behind him wood on wood. He made his way slowly to his bunk without turning on the bright overhead light. I heard him fumble for the lamp switch on his night stand, and then there was light.
He nearly shouted when he saw me laying there, my cock pointing at the ceiling, and my face a mask of apprehension. It took him a long moment to take it all in and assess the situation. When he got it, he sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand on my stomach. I felt a tremor course through my body at his touch. It was something I’d been imagining for three years, and now it was actually happening.
“You sure about this Troy?” I could only nod, I was afraid of what my voice would sound like if I spoke out loud. He rubbed my stomach for a bit, considering what we were about to do, the without warning, he leaned over and took the head of my dick into his mouth. I gasped, and my hips raised up off the bed involuntarily, driving more of my eight inch shaft into his mouth. He began sucking like he had done it many times before. I was so hot for his mouth, and body, I couldn’t hold back for more than a minute, before I flooded his mouth with my pent up cum. Perry did what I’d dreamed of doing, and swallowed it all.
After my dick began to soften, he pulled off me, and laid down beside me with his left leg thrown over mine, and then with his hand, pulled my face to his, and kissed me hard on the mouth. Our tongues slipped together, and I could taste the lingering spunk of my jism on his. We necked like that for a long time, until I could feel his hardness pressing into my groin. I lifted myself up on my elbows, and pushed him onto his back. I let my tongue trail down his hairless body, and found his stiff cock, leaking precum across his belly. I licked it off, sending a shiver through him, then took his hard dick into my mouth.
I’d envisioned this moment so many times, that it was like I’d been practicing, and I swallowed him whole feeling his length sliding past my tonsils, and his big cock head catching behind my Adam’s apple. I’d practiced with a rubber dick I’d picked up from a guy I knew in St. Louis, but I loved the feel of his living flesh much better. He groaned, and gripped my head tightly in his hands. We rolled to the side, and I slipped off the bed onto the floor. He sat up, and swung his legs onto either side of my hips, and I started to suck his length in earnest. He must have cum while jacking off in the shower, because he took several minutes of humping my face before I felt him begin to shiver, and thrust deeper into me. When his moment did arrive, he let go of my head, and fell back against the bed, and erupted into my waiting mouth. I pulled up to taste his spunk, and then did a few rapid bobs up and down his shaft, feeling him squirt himself into me.
When we had both regained our normal breathing patterns, he sat up again, and pulled me up on top of his body. “Boy, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of that happening between us.” He kissed me again, and I kissed him back.
We talked late into the night, snuggling together until we fell to sleep spooned against each other, me in his lap, him against my back. Along about sunrise, I awoke, feeling his hard dick riding softly up and down my ass crack. His right arm was thrown over my body, massaging my chest. I put my hand over his, to let him know I was awake. He kissed my neck and ear and whispered.
“Can I fuck you Troy? I’ve dreamed about it for so long.”
“Me too Perry.” I humped back against him, and felt him shiver. “Is there anything we can use for lube? I’ve only tried it with my rubber dick, and I used my mother’s hand lotion to get it in me.” He thought about lube, while he continued to nuzzle my ear and neck, slowly humping my ass with his thick cock.
“Ah!” Perry sat up, and went off into the dark recesses of the bunkhouse. He was back in a moment, holding a can which he was trying to pry open.
“What’s that stuff?” I’d rolled over onto my back, by stiff cock standing up straight in anticipation of my first real fuck by a man I’d dreamed about doing it with for the past three years.
“Bag Balm. Remember we used it last year to help heal the scratches and cuts when we were working the wheat.
“Yeah, but it’s so sticky.”
“It softens up when you heat it up with your body heat, and believe me, Your ass is so hot right now it will do the trick. I expect to slide right in after I lube you up with this stuff and a couple of fingers. Now roll over.” I did as I was told, and felt him lay a dollop of the sticky stuff over my hole. He stroked across my opening gently a few times, softening the gooey lube. When he felt it was the best consistency, he pushed a finger through my sphincter, and I moaned.
After a few minutes, he had worked two fingers into me, and I was rocking my hips enjoying the sensations of his finger fuck. He was laying beside me, humping my leg with his big cock, while he fondled my hole preparing the way. “You ready yet?” His voice was husky in my ear.
“Let’s go for it.” He kissed my ear again, and I felt his body rise up and cover mine. His thick stiffness laid along my crack, and he raised his hips, and I felt him take his dick in hand and position it where he wanted it to go.
“Pull your cheeks apart.” He breathed the words into my ear. I reached back, and pulled them apart for him, and instantly felt his cock head push against my hole. The now warm bag balm, did its job, and he pushed into me until I felt my sphincter close behind the flair of his dick head. “Oh man, I’m so fucking hot I think I’m gonna blow.”
“Take it slow Perry. I want this to last a bit longer.” He laid down across my back, leaving his cock head in me. We let the urgency subside, and when it had, he slipped a little more of his stiffness into me. I groaned with the feelings it sent through me.
“That hurt bud?”
“No man, it feels better than I imagined it ever could.” He pushed more in, and I tried to push back. I calculated he had about three inches inside me, and I wanted it all. “Come on man, just fuck me.”
“All right Troy. Your ass is mine.” He pulled out slightly, and then plunged all the way to his short curlies into my horny hole. I pushed my butt up to meet his thrust, and then we worked for a few moments to get our act together, and then suddenly, we were fucking like we’d been doing it all our lives. I was in heaven, and from the grunts and moans he was emitting in my ear, he was having one hell of a time himself.
Neither one of us could stand it for long, and what to I for one thought was too soon, felt him stiffen up and force his cock into me as deep as it would go, and start throbbing as he unloaded in my ass. I gasped at the sensation, and then started blowing all over his bunk. The feelings were exquisite and our climaxes were punctuated with several shivering gushes of cum.
When it finally subsided, and we came back to earth and found ourselves wallowing on a cum wet scratchy army blanket, we both started laughing. “Man Troy, that felt better than I imagined it could.”
“Yeah, it did.” I was already wondering how we could manage to do it again. I know my Uncle and Aunt May would be back to the ranch soon with the Mexican laborers they had gone to find. Our private moments would vanish like a dust devil when the wind changes.
“Perry, we need to find someplace where we can have some privacy before they get back form Denver. I got a feeling the Mexicans might want to bunk in here this year. My Uncle says he has to offer them more every year to get them to crew for him.”
“Well, let’s think about it a bit. There ought to be someplace.”
“Where, the land is flat as a pancake, and there isn’t even a tree for a dozen miles.” We dressed, and went to the house to make some breakfast and coffee. By the time we finished cleaning up after ourselves, the sun was full up about ten degrees. We stood on the porch and surveyed the landscape for a place.
“Let’s check out the silos,” Perry finally said.
“They’re empty right now, until the wheat is in.”
“Yeah, but maybe.”
“Let’s go.” We walked across the yard toward the four tall concrete structures beyond the barn. They looked golden in the morning light, and the clear blue sky behind them set them off. Once we were standing next to them, and looking up to their tops four stories above us, it seemed impossible they could offer anything in the nature of what we wanted.
In the lean too shed that covered their base, the dust was thick, and rose into the air with every step we took. Mice were everywhere attracted to the dropped grain. We waded through the choking dust, and started up the iron rung ladder up the side of the first silo. Perry first, and me following right on his heels.
At the top, we could see down into the empty silo like looking into a vertical cave. The sound of mice squeaking rose out of the dark hole echoing against the cool concrete of the walls. “What do you think?” Perry leaned over the opening and I felt a shiver of fear that he might fall.
“Don’t do that man. You might go over.”
“Nah. I’m watching it. What do you think?” I looked around the structure that we were standing in. It was basically a roof to keep rain out of the wheat once the silos were filled. There was a metal cat walk connecting the concrete shafts, but little else in the way of a comfortable place to get naked and screw.
“Well, maybe we can come up here after dark, and fuck, but not too often or somebody will catch on that we’re up to something.”
“That’s better than nothing.”
“I guess.” We carefully climbed down the iron rungs, and once on the ground again, headed back to the bunkhouse for another round. Perry told me he wanted to try having me fuck him. It had felt so good while he was inside me, that he wanted to feel what it was like the other way around. I couldn’t wait, and by the time we were back inside, I had a bone on me that wouldn’t quit.
We quickly stripped off, and got right to it. His ass felt wonderful, and since I’d cum when he was fucking me, we went at it for at least half an hour. I loved feeling my cock thrusting into his body, and him moaning with pleasure as I fucked him. When we came again, it was incredibly moving, and we held each other afterward, shivering with goose bumps and pleasure.
“Man Troy, that was incredible. I liked fucking you, but getting fucked was something else. Feeling your cock in me made me want it there everyday. We need to work on staying together.
“I loved it too Perry, but you know I go to school during the winter. I can’t stay here in Colorado.”
“No. I know you can’t. But what if I made it to where you are. Maybe we could get a place together.”
“Maybe. I’ve been talking to my dad to try to get him to spring for an apartment out of the dorm. I hate it there.”
“If I got a job, and paid half the rent. . . you think he might go the other half?”
“Maybe.”
Shortly after lunch, we heard a vehicle approaching the house along the dirt road leading in from the highway. We sat on the edge of the porch and watched the dust trail as it came across the fields.
“Think it’s them so soon?” Perry leaned against me, and gave me a smooch on the cheek.
“Might be, but I doubt it. It’s too soon unless they started before sun up this morning.” We watched the truck finally turned into the yard at the end of May’s vegetable garden, coming around the tall corn stalks into view.
We both looked at each other, and realized the truck had been invisible to the house while it was behind the corn. “Well, we’ll have to be careful, but it’s something to try after dark, and everybody has gone to bed.” Perry slapped me on the back, and we stood up and went to meet his dad who was driving the truck.
I knew his dad from previous Summers, and we shook hands after he climbed down from his seat. “What are you doing here dad?”
“I just came to see how things were going. And I got a little bit of news.” He kicked a stone with his worn work boots.
“What?” Perry stuck his hand in his back pockets, and looked over at me.
“Well. . .” His dad shuffled a boot in the dirt. “Your Aunt Addie took sick last night and died before they could get her to the hospital in Tulsa. Yer ma and me are heading out to Oklahoma to see to her funeral. You know she ain’t got any family around her any more except some second cousins. I expect she left me her farm, like she said she was going to. I got to see about it.”
“You want me to come along?” Perry looked crestfallen.
“No. We contracted to Jake and May to get this wheat in. If you leave, it’ll leave them high and dry.” He kicked dirt again.
“What will happen if you get tied up in Oklahoma?”
“Well, that’s just it. If I got to take over Addie’s farm, we won’t be headed back here to Colorado. Maybe Jake might want to buy it off me. I won’t have no use for it down there. Ain’t no wheat to speak of in Oklahoma.”
“I’ll tell him about it when he gets back. They went to Denver, to hire Mexicans. Should be back tomorrow at he latest.” I kicked a little dirt, my mind racing.
“What do you want for the combine daddy?”
“Well, I’d let it go for thirty, but tell Jake he can take four yers to pay it off if he’s hard up.”
“OK.” With that, Perry’s dad, turned and climbed back into his truck cab. “Daddy, I been thinking about heading to Missouri with Troy here when the harvest is over.” His dad looked at him for a long time, then switched his gaze to me. I ducked my head involuntarily.
“What are you two planning?” He took a sack of tobacco and rolling papers out of his shirt pocket. He rolled a cigarette while he waited for one of us to respond to his question.
“Maybe get a job, and rent an apartment together until Troy graduates from college.”
“Well, I can’t help you out none unless Jake agrees to buy the combine. If he does, I might could give you some start up money out of his first payment.”
“Well, call me when you get to Oklahoma and know more about what’s going on. May is usually in the house cooking and will answer the phone. Just try to call when the work day’s over if you need to talk to me. I might be in the house eating you know.”
“Will do.” He struck a match, and started the truck. He took a deep drag on the cigarette, and tapped his forehead with the home made held between his fingers, and dropped the truck into gear. He made a big wide turn in the yard and headed out beyond the corn raising dust as he went.
End of Part One - Read on .....
