Larry, my buddy who lives down the road, asked me if I might need an extra hand around the farm. He said his nephew was staying with him for the summer, something about a problem between the nephew and his father, Larry's brother. I didn't ask too many questions and, to be perfectly honest, I wasn't too keen about the idea. I changed my mind when I got a look at his nephew's ass.

He dropped by the next morning, after breakfast, to introduce himself. I stood on the back porch, watching him come up the lane on a bike. It was another sweltering morning, the air thick with humidity. Larry's nephew wasn't wearing a shirt and, as he got closer, I was thinking that this might just work out after all.

"Hi. You must be Larry's nephew."

"And I bet you're Neil."

His name was Jason. He said he was 19, although he looked younger. The guy was definitely a looker, and well-built for a kid. He had big, solid arms and shoulders. We stood on the back porch for a while, shooting the breeze about any old thing, mostly about life in the country. He said he loved the country and had always wanted to live on a farm. He had lots of questions about why I was out here on the farm by myself. He was from Toronto, but didn't like the big city and was grateful that his Uncle Larry was so good to him, giving him a place to stay for the summer, and all. He didn't say too much about his family situation, and I didn't ask.

"Looks like you work out," I said. It was hard not to notice that chest…. a fine cover of blonde hair on chiseled pecs, his pink nipples. My dick was noticing too. I reached down and gave it a shift.

"Yeah, I guess I've been working out for a few years," he said.

"You look great. You're built like a farm boy."

"Oh, thanks," Jason said, swatting away a fly.

"Damned flies," I said. "Horse flies. They bite worse than me."

Jason laughed a little and looked away. He wasn't sure how to take me. I could have jumped him right then and there.

"When would you be ready to start?" I asked.

I'd decided to give him a job the minute I saw him coming up the lane. I didn't really need any help around the farm, but it'd been a while since I'd enjoyed the company of a man's ass, and lately I was boned all the time, sex not being exactly plentiful out here in the country. If nothing else, the kid would do for some good whack-off fantasies.

"Any time you want me," Jason answered.

"The sooner, the better," I said. "I have lots of jobs that need doing. But farm work's pretty tough, you know. Sure you can handle it?"

Jason smiled and nodded. He was getting cuter every minute. My dick was pushing hard to get out, and I gave it a fairly obvious squeeze. Jason noticed. He was trying to look at something else, but I could see he was checking out my package. We made a quick plan for tomorrow, and said good-bye. He jumped on his bike and rode fast down the lane, standing up on the pedals as I checked out the incredible ass on that boy. When he reached the road, he looked back at me. He waved, and I waved back.

The next morning, he arrived at 6, like I told him to. We met out back and headed into the barn. Jason had never milked a cow before so I had to show him the ropes. He took to it like he'd been raised on a farm. He had no problem handling the cows, including shoveling up the cow shit. He was even stronger than I'd expected, pushing around the bulls like they weighed nothing at all. He took off his t-shirt, and I caught a whiff. He was hot and ripe.

The kid was a hard worker, not lazy or complaining like some of the other boys I've had working for me. He did everything exactly as he was told and hardly said a word all morning. Not once did he complain about the heat in the barn, which was frigging stifling. I worked close by to make sure he was doing things right. Truth is, I was boned up and couldn't get enough of that ass. Whenever he squatted down to plug the milkers on a cow, his pants slid down, his crack sneaking out over the top. His ass was sweaty, soaking a line through his work pants.

While he was squatting down under a cow, he asked me to come over and check out her teats. He said they seemed to be bleeding a little. I went over and squatted down beside him. Our shoulders touched, and I leaned into him to get a better look.

"Yeah, she's bleeding, all right," I said. "Happens sometimes from these damned machines." I went and got the bag balm. I squatted next to him as I spread ointment on the cow's teats. Jason was standing, his ass pretty much right in my face, and it took every God-given strength not to drop the bag balm and go to work on that ass instead. He had a full, round ass… a natural beauty. An ass like that had to be hungry for attention.

"Shit man, you're really sweating," I said as I finished up on the cow's teats. "Am I working you too hard?" Jason laughed. "Let's take a break. It's almost lunch time."

We went down to my dusty, little office in the barn where I keep track of all the business that's involved in running my small dairy farm. I turned on the fan and pulled two Cokes out of the fridge.

"There, this should cool us down a bit." We sat there for a minute or two, chugging the Cokes, neither one of us saying a word. "I don't know about you," I finally said, "but I definitely need to get out of these sweaty clothes. I'm totally soaked!" I went over and shut the office door. I stripped down to my boxers and sat down again with my Coke. Jason looked a little surprised at first, and hesitated for a minute before undoing his fly. I watched him as he stepped out of his work pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his dick was already on the swell.

He stood there for a minute, making a show of his body, and I was happy to watch. He looked down at his thick meat and gave it a tug.

"Nice dick. Turn around so I can see your ass."

He gave me a smirk, then turned around. He stood there with his hands on his hips. I stopped cranking my dick, too close to blowing a load in my boxers. Jason had a small four-leaf clover tattooed on his butt, and his ass cheeks were covered in the same fine hair as his chest. The hair caught the light that was coming in from the window, so it looked gold. I got up off my chair and stood behind him.

"You ever done this before?"

He said no, but I'm pretty sure he was pulling the wool.

I nudged him on the back and he leaned forward against the fridge. He reached behind and opened his ass so I could get a good look at the prize. The hair around his hole was dark and damp.

"Fucking beautiful ass, man."

I dove right in with my tongue. It'd been a while since I tasted ass and his was good and raunchy. He was pushing back into my face, moving his hips around like his ass was on fire.

"Oh…. that feels amazing," he said. I reached through his legs and squeezed his nuts.

I was a hungry man. I just kept on eating, Jason groaning like he was about to split in two. Out in the barn, one of the cows in heat was bawling up a storm. It was like she was calling back to Jason, who was just as hot and bothered. I pulled apart his cheeks and started working his hole, circling it with my finger. He was burning up, sweat rolling into the crack of his ass.

"Try going inside," he said.

I tried one finger, then two. On two, he gasped a little. I grabbed the lotion that was sitting on my desk and tried again.

"Oh shit, yeah…that feels great," he said. He was whacking his dick now.

The kid was ready to ride, his body shuddering as I fucked his tight hole with my fingers. I put in a third and he started getting louder than the cow. Between him and the cow, I almost didn't hear Larry's truck coming up the lane. I pulled out, but Jason was on the brink and blew his load on the floor.

 

When Larry came in the barn, we were dressed and sitting in the office. I wondered if he could smell jizz in the air because he gave me a strange look. Jason was sitting by the fan in his pants and no shirt, flushed, finishing his Coke.

"Just dropped by to see how you boys are making out?" Larry said, looking at Jason. "Quite a hot one for your first day on the job."

"Yeah, it gets really hot in the barn. It's hard work, but I'm enjoying it so far," Jason said.

"He's doing a great job, Larry." Larry looked at me. He hung around for a few minutes to shoot the breeze and then went on his way into town. As his pick-up was going down the lane, Jason and I were already back to tending the cows. The kid didn't say a word for the rest of the day. He was serious and worked even harder than he did in the morning. The ass of his pants were soaked right through. When the milking was done and the cows were back in pasture, I showed him the clean-up procedures and we called it a day.

"You did a great job today," I said, giving him a slap on the back. He smiled at me, a little embarrassed. "Coming back tomorrow?"

"For sure," he said. "If that's okay."

"Got lots more to do around here," I said. "I'll see you at 6."

He jumped on his bike, and I watched that beautiful ass as he rode down the lane, throwing a trail of dust behind him.

Tomorrow's forecast was calling for another hot day in the country.

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