The following short story is based upon the actual
experience of a valued reader of mine who has gave me permission to create a
story from the material. DJH, I hope you approve of the liberties I took with your tale.
*****
GETTING HOT IN
THE FAMILY HAY BARN
My mother was one of
twelve children, so roughly ninety percent of the people in the little farming
town where I grew up was family. Most of my relatives were farmers … except for
my father who owned a small mercantile store. Early on, I learned that during
summers I had an option of working in the store or on mom’s parent’s farm. I
chose the rural life. Harder work, but there were compensations. Like working
alongside some of my hunky cousins, for instance. And one in particular …
Cousin Jim.
I’ve known since I was a
little kid that I was different from the rest of the boys in town. But exactly how didn’t come into focus until the day
Jim and I were moving last season’s hay in the barn loft in anticipation of
putting recently cut bales behind the older hay. I’d always liked to be around
Jim. He was pleasant-natured and fun. But more than that, he was as handsome as
any man I’d ever seen on a movie screen. And built, too. Although I’d never
seen him buck naked, just with his shirt stripped off.
Tearing down one stack of
hay and lugging each bale fifty or a hundred feet to start building another is hot
work in a stuffy barn with no breeze. Sometimes I was virtually swimming in
sweat. Pieces of straw got under my clothes and itched. Baled hay’s got an odor
all its own, and its not sweet like new-mown hay. It was even heavier in this
enclosed space.
About three hours into
the morning, I noticed Jim had disappeared. I was considering hunting him up
when a whole bucket of cold water sloshed all over me. After I got over the
shock, I turned and saw Jim laughing his head off. Half glad and half mad, I
took after him over the hay bales. Just as I got to the top, he grabbed me and
pushed me over on my back. That was okay, I enjoyed the physical contact. But
then he started tickling me, which I can’t stand. When I opened my mouth to let
out a yelp, he covered it with his hand. And something happened. Things
changed.
Staring straight into my
eyes, he slowly and deliberately lay down right on top of me. His legs on mine.
His groin pressed into me. Belly to belly. Chest to chest. His big, chocolate
brown eyes inches from mine. A mischievous smile stretched his broad handsome mouth. The
musky man-smell of him did something to me. Clean hard-earned sweat dripped on
my cheek. But it was the heat of his body that made me understand how I was
different. I got hard. I got so hard, I knew he felt it pulsing against him.
My face got warm from
embarrassment. And something else. Excitement. What was going on? Guys don’t
get hard for guys. Besides, Jim was married with three children. But that
didn’t matter because I was experiencing something so different it was hard to
avoid putting a name to it. Sexual excitement. I was trembling-chill-bump-aroused
at being so intimate with a handsome, hunky guy I admired so much.
The straw scratched my
back uncomfortably, but I would have lain there the whole live-long day if he’d
just stay where he was and look at me like that. At length, he spoke. His raspy
voice came from low in his throat.
“You promise not to yell,
and I’ll let you up.”
My head must have nodded
all on its own, because I sure didn’t want him to let me up. He slowly lifted
his body from mine and stood. His britches were full like always, but it didn’t
seem like he’d sprung a bone like mine. With a wry grin, he studied my bulging
groin before climbing down off the stack and going back to work, leaving me to
will away as big an erection as I’d ever had. When I came down to join him, we
worked side by side without mentioning what had happened. In fact, we never
talked about it.
But Cousin Jim had opened
my eyes and made me understand something fundamental about myself. I was different. Probably different from every
one of the four hundred or so other souls in my little town.
*****
Hey, DJH, thanks for letting me take liberties with your story.
We’ll hear some more of it later. Hope it held you interest.
As always, thanks for reading, fellas ... and gals. You can always contact me at markwildyr@aol.com. Be happy to hear from you.
Mark
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Hot but frustrating! Mark, DJH let us know what happened that night! Don't leave us with blue balls!
ReplyDeleteThanks
Rico
Patience, patience, my friend. More to cum.
ReplyDeleteThat was good! :)
ReplyDeleteIt would have been interesting if something had happened between them, but at the same time, they might not have been able to look at each other after that.
That would've put a bump in their relationship, and possibly hurt it permanently.
I wouldn't want that.
But anyway, I hope that he does/did find someone to love and I look forward to reading more! :)
~Ellie Vorse~
Glad you found the story of interest. That get's the blood stirring in an author's veins, especially when readers share their thoughts. We'll have more of the story in later posts.
ReplyDeleteThanks for communicating.