Araucaria
JUB 10k Club
I walk around the farm early in the morning naked. Usually there's nobody to see me, and I like to do my chores this way in the summer, when it's hot.
This morning Wyatt caught me out in the stalls, feeding, watering, and cleaning after the animals.
"Ha! Caught you naked as a jaybird!" He looked me over like a choice piece of meat.
Before I could react, Wyatt dropped to his knees, took my softie in his mouth, and sucked it. In response, my cock got rock-hard in an instant.
The ranch hand continued blowing me. Damn, he was good at it!
Wyatt was a handsome devil, a couple of years older than me, and I had a crush on him. I found something attractive about his rebel nature and devil-may-care attitude. But nothing ever happened between us, until now.
His cocksucking was making me feel real good. I closed my eyes and gave into the feeling.
That's when my Dad caught us.
"Wyatt, I didn't hire you to fool around! You do my boy on your own time, not when there's work to do!"
Wyatt took my cock out of his mouth, fondled and licked it salaciously. He was a cocky bastard, and he only worked when he wanted to. Dad said he'd never hire Wyatt again, but he says that every year.
"Mr. Ferguson, I'll suck your boy all I want, whenever I want, and the chores will get done when the chores will get done." Wyatt took my cock out of his mouth as he talked. "All animals do it. People are animals, but don't like to admit it." My stiffie waited for the return of Wyatt's mouth.
"I don't give a damn. I hired you for work, and I can fire you just as easily."
Wyatt finally resumed giving me head right in front of Dad, which was thrilling but weird. He did that long enough to make the point that he could damn well do what he wanted to, and then he stopped again to keep talking to my Dad.
"I'll suck your boy whenever I want. I'm not particular. Hell, I could do you, if you want."
"Not a chance, I'm an old man. I'm sure you'd be disappointed."
"Don't be so sure. I worked for old man Garrison up in Wyoming once. He was 65, and I sucked his dick every night."
We vaguely knew who Mr. Garrison was, even though he lived several hundred miles away. Whether that's true or not, who knows? I was well aware that half of what came out of Wyatt's mouth was bullshit.
Meanwhile my cock stood tall and proud, waiting.
Let me tell you that, no, Dad didn't have a problem with me having sex with guys. He caught me a couple of times before with previous ranch hands, and never said anything. He just didn't trust Wyatt, or perhaps he had a problem with Wyatt specifically having sex with me.
"By the way, Mom's just made breakfast. Come on!"
That made Wyatt get up off his knees, and run to the kitchen in the main house. His hungry stomach made him forget all about blowing me and arguing with my Old Man.
Dad slapped my bare ass. "You come on, too, Robbie, just go in the back door and get dressed so Mom don't see you naked."
I ran to the house, My cock ached, standing straight up, due to the unfinished business of Wyatt's stimulation, bobbing back and forth as I went up there.
I went to my room to get dressed. I noticed my hard cock, which is actually modest in size, and the nice dollop of clear, sticky pre-cum which had formed on my dickhead. I watched as my wetness got absorbed by the fabric of my briefs when I pulled them on, and stuffed my boner in the pouch. I threw on my jeans, T-shirt, boots, and my cowboy hat-- which I'll take off at the table, it's just convenient to not have to run back to my room for it after breakfast.
No surprise, Wyatt was already eating greedily when I got to the table. I was hungry, but I've got manners, and I waited to eat with Mom and Dad, after Dad said grace because Mom expected it. He wasn't really much of a religious man-- my family usually only went to church for weddings, funerals, and once every couple of months to put in an appearance. I've only caught Dad reading his Bible on a couple of occasions, and he never discussed it. The only other thing about religion he ever said to me was "Don't ever become a Mormon."
I watched Wyatt, he was hot as fuck sitting there with his cocky, rebellious attitude. I had seen him naked before on a couple of occasions, he had a big dick, and I found myself wanting it. This morning was the first sexual contact between us, but I looked forward to fooling around with him all summer. That is, if Wyatt doesn't get mad and quit, Dad doesn't get mad and fire him, or Wyatt doesn't go chasing after some chick, like he did last year, leaving Dad high and dry, coming back after two weeks when the affair blew up in his face. But by then Dad had hired someone else.
Damn, I felt the hots for Wyatt! My aching boner thrust out my jeans, and I sat so that Wyatt could see it. He looked at me like "I've got you where I want you, kid."
When he finished, Wyatt didn't thank Mom or anything, he just got up and walked away, letting his chair fall backward on the floor.
"Pick that up!" Dad yelled at Wyatt as he walked out of the kitchen. "Robbie, don't pick up that chair, that's Wyatt's responsibility."
I picked up and straightened the chair anyway.
After he was gone, Dad said, "I don't know why I keep hiring that son of a bitch."
"He must be good for something, or you wouldn't keep hiring him," Mom responded.
"Yeah, Wyatt can be a damn good worker, when he wants to be."
A flashback came to my mind, I couldn't be sure of the year. I suddenly remembered that Wyatt said directly to Mom, in front of Dad, "I want to sleep with you."
"Ha! Fat chance!" my Mom retorted. The weird thing was that Dad didn't say anything at all, or particularly react.
But then yet another flashback came to me,and I could only wonder why I was reminded of it now. I recalled an incident a couple of years ago, when I walked into the barn. Wyatt was standing there, looking like he was zipping up, and Dad was in front of him, looking like he was getting up from his knees. I wondered if I nearly caught Dad blowing Wyatt, but the situation was too ambiguous to be sure. Still, I couldn't let go of the thought of, did I just see what I thought I saw?
