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Every summer, my parents took in a strapped-for-cash college student to help out on the farm. My dad appreciated the help, and my mom enjoyed doing whatever it was that mom’s did, but I rarely interacted with them.
The year I turned eighteen was the year I met Hayden. He was tall, blond and painfully attractive, and looked perfectly suited to life as a cowboy. I liked the way he spoke, and the way he walked, and the way he smiled at me when we were first introduced.
“You must be the boss” he said, holding out his strong hand, which I took, sheepishly. He was only three years older than me, but he felt more powerful than any man I’d ever met before.
Being from a small town, I kept my secrets safe. The only time I’d ever allowed myself to explore my sexuality, was when I jerked off to the sight of the underwear models on the packaging of my boxer briefs.
Hayden was the polar opposite of me. Where I was skinny and scrawny, he was muscular and ripped. Where I was shy and timid, he was the centre of attention, and undoubtedly, where I had a horrible little secret, Hayden seemed like a ladies man.
The first few weeks were filled with the usual awkward encounters. I’d bump into him in the morning time, as he’d leave the bathroom wearing just a towel around his muscular waist, and he’d grin at me.
“I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose” he told me one morning, and my cheeks burned red as I scurried by him with an unwavering erection in my pants.
He saw me, too. One warm afternoon as I lay on my bed wearing nothing but asunhaton my face, my bedroom door burst open and Hayden caught sight of my naked body. I’d never moved as quickly in my life, but he seemed completely unbothered.
“Sorry” he laughed, “I was an only child, I’m still getting used to knocking. Your mom said lunch is ready”.
Riddled with embarrassment, I spent the rest of the week avoiding him, until I had no choice.
“I want you to help Hayden clear out the tool shed” my dad told me, and so I reluctantly spent the day with the man I was falling in love with.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” He asked, politely trying to make conversation.
“Uh… Yeah” I lied.
“What’s her name?”
“B… B… Sarah” I stuttered.
“Where does B… B… Sarah live?” He smiled, as my cheeks blushed again.
“Oh… Um… In another town”.
“Which town?”
“You wouldn’t know it”.
“Try me”.
“Can we just get on with this?” I snapped, pulling out more tools.
“How about a boyfriend?” He asked, which stunned me.
“A… A boyfriend?!” I spat, “what… I… I’m not gay!”
Hayden shrugged his shoulders and peeled off his sweat-drenched t-shirt, revealing the body that I’d been dreaming about as it glistened under the sun.
“Alright” he said, and returned to work as though we’d been discussing the weather.
The question had hit me like a bus, and in the days that followed, I did everything I could to avoid being alone with him. I was a terrible liar, and the only reason I’d gotten this far in life without being found out, was that nobody had ever suspected me. Until now.
“Morning” Hayden smirked, as we once again bumped into each other in the hallway. As usual, the cotton white towel barely clung to his waist as beads of water rolled down his sun-kissed, muscular chest.
“Uh… Morning” I mumbled, and tried to squeeze by him, until his hand gripped my shoulder.
“You’re acting weird lately” he said, keeping his voice down so that my parents couldn’t hear him from downstairs. “I hope I didn’t upset you”.
“N… No” I said, shaking my head, “it’s the heat… I uh… I’m not great with heat”.
“Is that right?” He grinned, and I watched in awe as Hayden gently pulled on his towel, and let it fall to the floor. I gawped at the large, delicious looking cock between his legs and without a tinge of urgency, Hayden reached down and slowly picked the towel up.
“Whoops” he whispered, as he tied it back around himself with the pace of a snail. “I hope that wasn’t too hot for you, boss”.
I remained in place, still frozen with shock and excitement, as Hayden returned to his bedroom and left me with an image that I’d cherish for the rest of my life. Luckily for me, that was only just the beginning.
The image of Hayden’s big, thick cock remained burned in my mind in the days that followed our encounter outside the bathroom. Despite the fact that it had obviously been intentional, I couldn’t help but convince myself that it was an accident.
Hayden was the most handsome person I’d ever met, and there was no way in hell that he was interested in somebody like me. Yet, the strange occurrences continued, even when I did my best to avoid him.
“Can you try this on for me?” He asked one morning. He held a white, linen shirt up as I walked by his bedroom, and I had no choice but to stop.
“I don’t think it’ll fit me” I said, eyeing the large arm holes that would stretch around his muscles, but hang loose around my scrawny biceps.
“It doesn’t need to” he said, “I just want to see how it sits”.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and awkwardly removed my t-shirt, and when I reached for the shirt, Hayden held onto it. A smile crossed his face.
“You need to get out into the sun” he told me, eyeing my naked torso, “you’re turning into a vampire in this house”.
I cringed as I grabbed the shirt and dragged it on, and just as I had expected, it felt like a blanket on me. Hayden studied me and nodded.
“Thanks, boss” he winked, and sent me on my way.
I wanted to be cool and confident. I wanted to be the type of person who Hayden found interesting, but I wasn’t. I was a shy, timid eighteen year old with nothing to be confident about, and that fact depressed me more than anything.
My parents spent one Saturday a month at my grandparent’s house a few miles away, and I had finally reached an age where I could refuse to accompany them, so I stayed back at the farm and spent the afternoon reading in the shade, until Hayden appeared behind me.
“What are you reading?” He asked, as I looked back over my shoulder at him. He wore a pair of loose shorts and nothing else. I gulped.
“Oh… Uh… Just a book”.
“I can see that it’s just a book” he chuckled, sitting down opposite me and grabbing my orange juice. I watched as he drank it. “What book?”
“The Age of Innocence” I said, “it’s a –”
“Edith Wharton” he interrupted, “good book”.
I gawped at him. He didn’t seem the type to read, but that was just another thing to add to the list of everything that Hayden was good at.
“Are you innocent?” He asked, without missing a beat.
“Am… Am I innocent?” I repeated back to him, “what do you mean?”
Hayden sat back, allowing the sun to hit his bronze chest, and smiled at me as he continued to drink my orange juice.
“What do you think of when you masturbate?”
The question stunned me. It was almost as brutal as when he questioned my sexuality, but this one required more than a yes or no. I felt my cheeks burn as he watched me, and I looked away before I could embarrass myself even more.
“I… I don’t know” I mumbled, pretending to return to my book, but ignoring every word.
“Oh, come on” he laughed, “I’ll tell you if you tell me”.
My whole body buzzed with humiliating excitement. I certainly didn’t want to tell him what I jerked off over, but I was now desperate to find out what he did.
“Girls” I managed, “women, I mean”.
“Go on” he nodded, still watching me intently, “give me some detail”.
My heart raced as I tried to conjure up a scenario that made me sound far less gay than I actually was. I played it safe and shrugged. “Women… You know… Doing stuff together”.
Hayden didn’t believe me. I could tell by the grin on his perfect face, as he set the glass of orange juice down and pulled his chair closer to me.
“Do you know what I think about?” He asked, in something of a whisper. I gulped again and shook my head. “I think about sliding my cock deep inside somebody. Watching as their face contorts, and then feeling their body relax as they realise that they were made to take me. Their whole purpose in life was to find my big, hard cock, and take it in their tight hole. I think about the taste of their lips on mine. The scent of their naked body as I fuck them. I think about the noises that they make when I push so deep into their hole, that they feel things they never thought possible. Then” he whispered, leaning even closer until our faces were inches apart. I listened close, barely breathing as Hayden told me his secret. “Then I cum, and I cum a lot. I cum so much. All over my chest. All over my abs. All over your mother’s clean sheets. I cum on the bed, on the pillows. Hell, I cum on whatever I can”.
My dad’s truck pulled in as I held my breath and imagined the sight that Hayden had just described. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move. My mind poured over everything, and Hayden simply smiled and waved at my parents as they got out.
“Help with this, will you, son?” My dad said, lugging bags of groceries toward the house. “And what the hell did you spill on yourself?”
I was still in a daze, but I looked down to find the front of my shorts drenched. My cheeks immediately burned until Hayden stepped in.
“That was my fault” he said, patting me on the shoulder, “I spilled my juice on him, isn’t that right, boss?”
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Every summer, my parents took in a strapped-for-cash college student to help out on the farm. My dad appreciated the help, and my mom enjoyed doing whatever it was that mom’s did, but I rarely interacted with them.
The year I turned eighteen was the year I met Hayden. He was tall, blond and painfully attractive, and looked perfectly suited to life as a cowboy. I liked the way he spoke, and the way he walked, and the way he smiled at me when we were first introduced.
“You must be the boss” he said, holding out his strong hand, which I took, sheepishly. He was only three years older than me, but he felt more powerful than any man I’d ever met before.
Being from a small town, I kept my secrets safe. The only time I’d ever allowed myself to explore my sexuality, was when I jerked off to the sight of the underwear models on the packaging of my boxer briefs.
Hayden was the polar opposite of me. Where I was skinny and scrawny, he was muscular and ripped. Where I was shy and timid, he was the centre of attention, and undoubtedly, where I had a horrible little secret, Hayden seemed like a ladies man.
The first few weeks were filled with the usual awkward encounters. I’d bump into him in the morning time, as he’d leave the bathroom wearing just a towel around his muscular waist, and he’d grin at me.
“I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose” he told me one morning, and my cheeks burned red as I scurried by him with an unwavering erection in my pants.
He saw me, too. One warm afternoon as I lay on my bed wearing nothing but asunhaton my face, my bedroom door burst open and Hayden caught sight of my naked body. I’d never moved as quickly in my life, but he seemed completely unbothered.
“Sorry” he laughed, “I was an only child, I’m still getting used to knocking. Your mom said lunch is ready”.
Riddled with embarrassment, I spent the rest of the week avoiding him, until I had no choice.
“I want you to help Hayden clear out the tool shed” my dad told me, and so I reluctantly spent the day with the man I was falling in love with.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” He asked, politely trying to make conversation.
“Uh… Yeah” I lied.
“What’s her name?”
“B… B… Sarah” I stuttered.
“Where does B… B… Sarah live?” He smiled, as my cheeks blushed again.
“Oh… Um… In another town”.
“Which town?”
“You wouldn’t know it”.
“Try me”.
“Can we just get on with this?” I snapped, pulling out more tools.
“How about a boyfriend?” He asked, which stunned me.
“A… A boyfriend?!” I spat, “what… I… I’m not gay!”
Hayden shrugged his shoulders and peeled off his sweat-drenched t-shirt, revealing the body that I’d been dreaming about as it glistened under the sun.
“Alright” he said, and returned to work as though we’d been discussing the weather.
The question had hit me like a bus, and in the days that followed, I did everything I could to avoid being alone with him. I was a terrible liar, and the only reason I’d gotten this far in life without being found out, was that nobody had ever suspected me. Until now.
“Morning” Hayden smirked, as we once again bumped into each other in the hallway. As usual, the cotton white towel barely clung to his waist as beads of water rolled down his sun-kissed, muscular chest.
“Uh… Morning” I mumbled, and tried to squeeze by him, until his hand gripped my shoulder.
“You’re acting weird lately” he said, keeping his voice down so that my parents couldn’t hear him from downstairs. “I hope I didn’t upset you”.
“N… No” I said, shaking my head, “it’s the heat… I uh… I’m not great with heat”.
“Is that right?” He grinned, and I watched in awe as Hayden gently pulled on his towel, and let it fall to the floor. I gawped at the large, delicious looking cock between his legs and without a tinge of urgency, Hayden reached down and slowly picked the towel up.
“Whoops” he whispered, as he tied it back around himself with the pace of a snail. “I hope that wasn’t too hot for you, boss”.
I remained in place, still frozen with shock and excitement, as Hayden returned to his bedroom and left me with an image that I’d cherish for the rest of my life. Luckily for me, that was only just the beginning.
The image of Hayden’s big, thick cock remained burned in my mind in the days that followed our encounter outside the bathroom. Despite the fact that it had obviously been intentional, I couldn’t help but convince myself that it was an accident.
Hayden was the most handsome person I’d ever met, and there was no way in hell that he was interested in somebody like me. Yet, the strange occurrences continued, even when I did my best to avoid him.
“Can you try this on for me?” He asked one morning. He held a white, linen shirt up as I walked by his bedroom, and I had no choice but to stop.
“I don’t think it’ll fit me” I said, eyeing the large arm holes that would stretch around his muscles, but hang loose around my scrawny biceps.
“It doesn’t need to” he said, “I just want to see how it sits”.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and awkwardly removed my t-shirt, and when I reached for the shirt, Hayden held onto it. A smile crossed his face.
“You need to get out into the sun” he told me, eyeing my naked torso, “you’re turning into a vampire in this house”.
I cringed as I grabbed the shirt and dragged it on, and just as I had expected, it felt like a blanket on me. Hayden studied me and nodded.
“Thanks, boss” he winked, and sent me on my way.
I wanted to be cool and confident. I wanted to be the type of person who Hayden found interesting, but I wasn’t. I was a shy, timid eighteen year old with nothing to be confident about, and that fact depressed me more than anything.
My parents spent one Saturday a month at my grandparent’s house a few miles away, and I had finally reached an age where I could refuse to accompany them, so I stayed back at the farm and spent the afternoon reading in the shade, until Hayden appeared behind me.
“What are you reading?” He asked, as I looked back over my shoulder at him. He wore a pair of loose shorts and nothing else. I gulped.
“Oh… Uh… Just a book”.
“I can see that it’s just a book” he chuckled, sitting down opposite me and grabbing my orange juice. I watched as he drank it. “What book?”
“The Age of Innocence” I said, “it’s a –”
“Edith Wharton” he interrupted, “good book”.
I gawped at him. He didn’t seem the type to read, but that was just another thing to add to the list of everything that Hayden was good at.
“Are you innocent?” He asked, without missing a beat.
“Am… Am I innocent?” I repeated back to him, “what do you mean?”
Hayden sat back, allowing the sun to hit his bronze chest, and smiled at me as he continued to drink my orange juice.
“What do you think of when you masturbate?”
The question stunned me. It was almost as brutal as when he questioned my sexuality, but this one required more than a yes or no. I felt my cheeks burn as he watched me, and I looked away before I could embarrass myself even more.
“I… I don’t know” I mumbled, pretending to return to my book, but ignoring every word.
“Oh, come on” he laughed, “I’ll tell you if you tell me”.
My whole body buzzed with humiliating excitement. I certainly didn’t want to tell him what I jerked off over, but I was now desperate to find out what he did.
“Girls” I managed, “women, I mean”.
“Go on” he nodded, still watching me intently, “give me some detail”.
My heart raced as I tried to conjure up a scenario that made me sound far less gay than I actually was. I played it safe and shrugged. “Women… You know… Doing stuff together”.
Hayden didn’t believe me. I could tell by the grin on his perfect face, as he set the glass of orange juice down and pulled his chair closer to me.
“Do you know what I think about?” He asked, in something of a whisper. I gulped again and shook my head. “I think about sliding my cock deep inside somebody. Watching as their face contorts, and then feeling their body relax as they realise that they were made to take me. Their whole purpose in life was to find my big, hard cock, and take it in their tight hole. I think about the taste of their lips on mine. The scent of their naked body as I fuck them. I think about the noises that they make when I push so deep into their hole, that they feel things they never thought possible. Then” he whispered, leaning even closer until our faces were inches apart. I listened close, barely breathing as Hayden told me his secret. “Then I cum, and I cum a lot. I cum so much. All over my chest. All over my abs. All over your mother’s clean sheets. I cum on the bed, on the pillows. Hell, I cum on whatever I can”.
My dad’s truck pulled in as I held my breath and imagined the sight that Hayden had just described. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move. My mind poured over everything, and Hayden simply smiled and waved at my parents as they got out.
“Help with this, will you, son?” My dad said, lugging bags of groceries toward the house. “And what the hell did you spill on yourself?”
I was still in a daze, but I looked down to find the front of my shorts drenched. My cheeks immediately burned until Hayden stepped in.
“That was my fault” he said, patting me on the shoulder, “I spilled my juice on him, isn’t that right, boss?”
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