Milk Barn

I am not a writer but here we are.

It was the summer between high school and real life. This is the prequel to 'Old Friend, New Neighbor' by almost forty years. Standard disclaimers apply. All fictional characters are fictionally 18 +. Story has group sex, gay sex and hints of incest thoughts.

It was the summer between high school and college or the military for some of us. I had developed into a pretty athletic young man. A lean five feet six inches, one hundred and twenty pounds, and well-defined with long, straight blonde hair, halfway down my back, which was the style back in the 70s. I had played football and baseball before I had graduated.

I was asked to help out milking cows at a dairy farm down the road. The dad had had a heart attack, or some such thing, and their son needed help milking cows. Paul Harris was his name, he was one year older than me, and from what I could remember, he really was not a nice person but was a bully, and just kinda mean, in general.

Well, his mom asked my mom if I would be interested in making some money over the summer milking cows, and I was okay with it, even if I had to deal with Paul. Money is money, and I knew he always had weed.

I went down the old gravel road to their farm and started training with Paul and Art. Art was another older Black kid on my road, who seemed like a nice guy. He was always civil to me on the bus, unlike Paul. It was summer, so it was hot as fuck and the dress code was boxers and muck boots. Milking cows was nasty, smelly, shitty work.

After the twice-a-day milking routine was over, we would have to hose ourselves down in the side stall, to wash all of the cow shit off of us. The side stall was where one usually took a cow that was injured and needed washing, to dress a wound, or to tie it up to wait on the vet.

Since it was so hot in the main milking bays, we sweated our asses off, and the sweat pretty much made our boxers transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. After a week or so of us all working and sweating and getting high together, we got comfortable harassing each other, although Paul didn't' waste any time being a dick.

It was one such morning, when we were almost completely done milking about 120 cows that the next-to-last cow shit all over the place, as I was hooking up the machine. As I was so close to her, the shit splattered all over me. Luckily, I did not have my mouth open.

Paul and Art laughed hysterically, as I backed away and walked to the wash bay to hose down. I stripped off my wet, shit-covered boxers, removed my muck boots, and began to try to wash all of the shit off of me. I was making some progress, when Art and Paul finished the last cow and came into the wash bay to clean up, as well. Paul, the whole time, was cracking jokes at me.

I handed Art the hose, as I scrubbed more shit off of me and he began to hose himself down. It was apparent that he was slightly aroused, since his boxers were transparent and they were tented out. I noticed it, but didn't think I had been caught looking.

Paul, however, caught me looking and started in on me. "Bawahhahaha, oh my god, Art!" Pointing at me, Paul continued, "He was checking out your dick, man! He was totally checking out your dick! Hahahah."

Art didn't really react much, other than shrug his shoulders.

I did the same and said something I regretted immediately. "Well, are you jealous of his big dick?"

Wrong thing to say

Paul just looked at me for a second, and said, "OOh, so you like his big black dick!?"

I just shrugged, and said, "Whatever, man." I was still naked, washing what was left of the cow shit off myself.

Paul kept on at me. " Oh you want to suck his dick?"

On and on with comments like that. I didn't react, but I did notice out of the side of my eye that Art was fully aroused by then.

"Holy shit his dick is big!"

Paul finally said, "Okay, so I bet you won't suck his dick not even for five bucks!"

To be honest, five dollars was a lot for the late 70s.

I said, "For five bucks!?" and laughed, but I noticed Art was not laughing.

Then Art said, "I am in if you are."

I turned to look at Art, and he had already shed his boxers. He was standing there, butt-ass naked, with his hard dick sticking out, stroking it. Paul was laughing as he took a hit off his joint, and I was still trying to process everything. I looked at Art, and we just nodded to each other. I took a hit off the joint, and handed it to Art.

Art was really tall, six-foot-four or so, so I didn't even have to bend down much. I just walked up to him, grabbed his cock, and started sucking. His eyes rolled back in his head so I guess I was doing pretty well for him. He grabbed my head for balance and started sawing his cock in and out of my mouth.

At this point, I had played with only one dick before, and it was much smaller than this one. It took a lot of pressure, as I was starting to work him into my throat, but he came before I could get him very far down. He just held my head and unloaded. I had taken 99 ninety-nine percent of everything he had. Art backed up and he high-fived me.

I spun around and snatched the five-dollar bill the stunned Paul was holding. I noticed his dick was hard too, but he mumbled, "Enjoy it, queer?"

I backhanded him in the balls, saying, "Hey, we can have fun in here, but I ain't no queer. I much prefer pussy."

He was bent over, holding his balls, and I put my boxers and boots back on, then walked home, wondering about what I had done.

I walked in the back door and my mom must have seen the look of deep thought on my face. She said "Honey a penny for your thoughts?" I looked at her hard and I replied" I'm not sure I want to talk about it mom."

She said " Honey, we have always been close and you know you can talk to me about anything. I mean anything."

I nodded and said "yeah I know and I appreciate it. I am just not sure you want to hear about this"

"Nonsense" she plainly stated. "Spit it out and tell me what's on your mind. Did something happen at the barn?".

I laughed hard and nodded yes as I said" yeah you could say that. I made Five dollars on a dare."

" Five dollars!" she exclaimed. "Holy shit what did you get dared to do!?

"I looked down at the floor and said," suck Art's cock".

Mom just blinked at me processing what I had said. After what felt like an hour but was only seconds, she said in a whispered voice "so did you do it? I mean really do it. All the way to when he finished?" I was still looking at the floor and just nodded yes. She hesitated and said stuttering " Did Di did you swallow?" I again nodded in the affirmative. I could feel her gaze on me. I slowly looked up at her and she was just looking at me like she normally would if I had had 3 heads.

She started to just nod at me and then said "well did you like it? "I once again nodded yes. She just giggled and said "well I never would have guessed. Well I guess you fellas will have some extra fun down at the barn this summer." So just like that she had made me feel ok with what I had done and not made me feel bad. I had expected her to at least scold me some. To her credit she just accepted it and we moved on.

She would drop little jibs at me on occasion, like when I was about to leave for the barn, she would say in a low voice" have a good day at the barn cocksucker" and laugh. We always agitated each other about one thing or another. We had a fun relationship.

The next few days were relatively uneventful because there were vet visits and grain deliveries, and a lot of people in and out of the barn. It was still hot as fuck and we were still wearing only our boxers and muck boots to milk. There were nods and snickers, but we mostly kept our heads down, and just got the work done.

About three days after the crazy event of me doing a dare for five dollars that involved me giving Art a blowjob, some of Paul's relatives stopped by to check in on Paul's dad, to see how he was recovering from his heart attack. He was doing okay, but he'd always been a cranky old bastard, so it was hard to tell the difference from any other day.

One of Paul's female older cousins from up north came over to the barn while we were milking, and she and he started giving each other shit about one thing or another, and Art and I noticed she was not wearing any bra or panties under her tank-top and booty shorts. She looked good enough to eat right there.

She was giving me and Art the look. The look that said she was down to fuck.

We started talking trash to her and she was eating it up. Paul was getting annoyed at us.

I think her name was Karen? Eh, forty odd years ago, I forget.

Anyways, about the time she started getting wound up and getting closer to us, she kept staring at our groins because the sweat left nothing to the imagination and the heat was starting to turn her garments a little transparent as well. It was about this time that her mother came into the barn looking for her.

I knew immediately that the party was over before it had even started from the look on the mom's face. She began to holler at Karen about her slut behavior again, and what she was wearing in front of the good-for-nothing horny young men.

Art and I were obviously disappointed not getting her naked and fucking her. We both talked about how much of a good fuck we thought she might have been.

Paul just rolled his eyes and said shit like, "You will never know, hahahah." Shit like that.

So life went on. Paul's extended family left the next day, and things returned to normal whatever that was. We would get ourselves wound up by talking about Karen, and any other girl and a few moms on our gravel road who were doable.

Paul's mom was very pretty in a plain, sort-of-farmwife way. She was also very fucking tall. Paul probably got his height from her, as she was taller than his dad. Paul and Art both towered above me in height. They would often joke about it unless it came to strength because I was stronger and faster than either of them. They both had bigger cocks than me, so that always annoyed me but such is life. I did the best I could with what I was born with. I had to make up for it with enthusiasm.

A few days later, after the afternoon milking, we were washing off in the side stall and Art had an obvious erection. Paul made mention of it, and told me that Art had a hard-on, and asked if I was going to take care of it for him.

I laughed and said, "For five bucks!"

Paul said, "Fuck, no! I ain't paying for Art to bust a nut again!"

We all busted out laughing, as we smoked some weed.

Art said, "I would pay you five bucks, but I am broke as fuck."

I said, "Yeah, our boss is a tight-ass and doesn't pay shit," which brought about another round of laughter, being that Paul's dad was the boss.

Paul then produced a porn magazine from a cabinet near us, and turned it around for us to see. It was a girl getting spit-roasted by two guys. Paul then said, "Here ya go, Art, you can jerk off to this."

Art and I both said at the same time, "Damn, that looks fun."

Paul being the dick he was, replied, "Oh yeah, which spot you want? The one in the middle!?" He busted out laughing.

I shrugged, and said, "All three look fun."

Paul immediately stopped laughing, as did Art.

Art looked at me, and said, "Damn, bro, for real?"

I, again, just shrugged, and we finished cleaning up and left for the day.

The next morning, not much was said. We were all still sleepy and didn't want to be there. At least, it was cooler in the morning. That evening was a different story. Both Paul and Art kept driving the conversation back to a threesome and how it would be fun. I finally admitted that it sounded fun. I was in the mood to fool around. I was the typical horny 18-year-old.

There were no scheduled deliveries, and I knew that Paul's Mom and Dad were at the doctor's office for some follow-up visits, so we had the barn to ourselves for a while. Paul passed a joint around and we got high as we worked. We all kept up the sexual banter about who was going to do what, and the consensus was that Paul wanted to get a blowjob and Art wanted to fuck my ass at the same time.

This is the one thing I like about guys. We just say what we mean and do not do hints.

So as soon as we got through milking, we went over to the side stall. I got there first, so I just stripped off my boxers and hung them on a hook along the wall. I stood there with a hard-on, naked in all my glory.

I started washing off the sweat and shit, then Art and Paul joined me. They, too, stripped off revealing they both had hard cocks. Paul's was a respectable seven inches, and Art's was a bit longer but thinner.

Paul opened up the vet medicine cabinet, pulled out some Vaseline, and handed it to Art, saying, "You will probably need this."

It was all pretty straight forward. I waited a few minutes, until Paul and Art got cleaned up. Paul walked up to me stroking his cock and asked if I was ready in an unusually nice manner.

I just nodded, and leaned over to start blowing him. He was thicker than any other cock I had sucked, so it took a minute for me to get used to his girth, but I got into it and got him all the way in my throat. I must have been doing well because Paul was moaning up a storm and telling me I was amazing.

About that time, I felt Art's hands on my ass, and the Vaseline hitting my asshole. I could hear the sounds of him working the lube onto his cock as he worked a finger into me, then two. Art withdrew his fingers, and I could feel his cock pushing against my pucker and then push past. He went slowly and was eventually balls deep in me. I had experimented with anal play before, so this wasn't new to me.

Paul and Art then got into a pretty good rhythm. We didn't go at it long, maybe fifteen to twenty minutes before Paul started saying he was getting close, and Art said, "Yeah, me, too."

Art increased his tempo, as did Paul, nearly choking me in the process. Art's cock rubbing on my prostate had me close, as well. Then, Paul grabbed my head and sank his cock balls deep in my mouth and started unloading. Art immediately grabbed my waist, and started hammering away, then reached around and grabbed my cock which caused me and Art to unleash a gallon of spooge.

Both of them had a lot. I nearly choked on Paul's load and I could feel Art's load deep inside. Mine was all over the stall floor. We all disengaged and tried to catch our breath. We washed off again, and said our normal goodbyes, that we would see each other tomorrow morning at milking time.

The next morning was the usual minimal-talking, sleepy-headed people working. That afternoon wasn't much different. None of us talked about the previous afternoon, and we mostly talked about girls and Art joining the Army. This routine repeated for a few days-- nothing much happened.

It was a Friday, and Paul told us he had a hot date later that night with some chick whose name slipped my mind, but he said she was a sure thing about getting laid.

Art and I high-fived him, and both of us told him we wanted to know all the details afterward. Art told him to rub one out before he went out, so he would last longer with her. Paul seemed to ponder that and straight up asked me if I would suck his cock when we were done.

I was like, "Sure, I guess. I don't have to be anywhere anytime soon."

Art jumped in, and said, "Oh, I want one too, if you are okay with it."

I am like, "Geez, you two needy bastards. Why are we friends again?"

They both laughed and we continued to work. Once we were done, we all went to the stall to clean up.

Once clean, Paul, already hard, walked up to me, and said, "Okay, fucker, get to sucking."

I grabbed his balls hard, and said, "Excuse me?!"

He started squalling "Oh my god, oh my god that hurts! I am sorry! I am sorry!"

I eased up, and then he said, "Okay, may I please have a bj?"

I nodded and took his cock into my mouth.

Art laughed at him, hysterically. "Hahaha, you better be respectful, motherfucker, or he will climb you like a tree and beat your eyeballs out! Hahaha."

Art stroked his cock as he watched me blow Paul, until Paul exploded down my throat. I got a drink of water and then proceeded to suck off Art. Art liked slow deep strokes so I complied. He had a nice cock with a large pronounced head and he was fun to suck. Art seemed to be able to read me and know when I wanted him to thrust harder or deeper into my mouth.

Art held my head still as his cock swelled and he dumped his load down my throat. I got another drink of water. I then looked at Paul, and said, "Ya know, I think I need a BJ, too."

He just laughed, and said, "It's not my thing."

I just replied, "Well, then it's not my thing anymore, either."

I think Art was about to start crying, but Paul relented, and said, "Okay, goddamnit."

I had to stand on a step stool, so he could suck my dick. He wasn't bad. I could tell it was against his will, and I enjoyed that part a little bit. I didn't' last too long, maybe five minutes as I was a bit wound up. So I didn't warn him; I just held his head and unloaded in his mouth. He pulled back and spat it out Art and I laughed.

I said, "Don't forget to brush your teeth real good. Don't want your date to taste my dick when you kiss her."

Art and I both laughed hard at that one.

The next day, Paul was very animated, as we worked, about the date he had had. He was bragging about all the things they did in his truck on his date. We were all getting pretty worked up as Paul told us about this or that thing they'd done. When we finished working, we all had raging boners to say the least. Which was unusual for a morning milking. We usually didn't talk much and just did our jobs.

So we went to the stall to clean up, and it was obvious to me that we were going to fool around because both of them were stroking their cocks as they rinsed off.

Paul walked up to me and presented his cock, and I didn't really say anything. I just took it and started sucking. Art walked up to us and presented his, as well, so I alternated between the two. Paul shot off first and most of it hit the concrete floor as I wasn't prepared for it. Paul stepped away and was cleaning himself off again as Art looked at me with his dick in my mouth, and said he needed something more.

I figured he wanted to fuck, so I stood up and went and got the Vaseline out of the vet medicine cabinet and handed it to him. We lubed up and he stepped up behind me and entered my ass. We had been doing this and variations of it all summer, so I was sort of used to this.

What I was not used to, was after he got going, he leaned over my back and reached down below my knees and pulled me up off the ground.

Understand, I am probably 120 pounds soaking wet, and Art is six-four-220 pounds so I wasn't that heavy for him to lift me up and impale me on his cock.

It was a little painful, but as he basically fucked me suspended in mid-air, there wasn't much I could do but try to enjoy the ride. The angle being so much different put pressure in different places and I was starting to enjoy it. He didn't last long and then set me down. He turned me around and started to suck my cock. I was so wound up from being pounded by him I only lasted a minute before I came hard in his mouth. We all cleaned up and said our goodbyes.

I was a little sore from the barn activities and I suppose I was limping or walking differently. I walked through the back door and my mom immediately asked "are you ok? Did you get kicked by a cow?" I nodded no and said "no mom I'm fine. We just got carried away in the side stall afterwards" Mom just looked at me and then it dawned on her. She said in a lowered voice" oh! Were y'all doing something other than just sucking each other?" I just nodded yes. She just said "Wow y'all took it to a whole new level! "

I laughed saying "yeah mom you could say that for sure. We were having fun though".

Mom just kept shaking her head and said" well have fun and enjoy yourself but be careful and don't get caught. Not everyone is as open minded as your ole mom. OH and don't get pregnant "as she had a fit of laughter. I just said "fuck you and you ain't old!"

She was still cackling with laughter as I walked to my room to shower and change.

Not much happened over the next few days. It was unbearably hot and all we wanted to do was finish milking and get out of the heat.

It was a Saturday evening after milking that there was a knock on our front door. Mom hollered at me from the front door saying "Art is here honey" I went up to the door and invited him back to my room. I had some music playing and I asked him "hey Art what's up? Are ya bored?"

He just grinned and said "no man I just have a date here in a bit and I was curious if you know. Uhm I could get a blow job before I went over there?" It was just me and mom in the house and Mom never came in my room when I had company over so I figured why not? I was bored as well and a little high.

I went to my door and closed it. I walked past Art and turned around and sat on my bed.

He walked up to me and opened his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. I grabbed his dick and eased him toward my mouth. I was being lazy I guess because Art said" hey do that deep throat and swallow thing you do". I pulled him out of my mouth and said "ok" and began to take him all the way. I guess I wasn't going fast enough because he grabbed my head and began to push all the way in and then his balls were on my chin.

I swallowed hard to give him that sensation he was wanting and after a few minutes of him fucking my face he came hard. He struggled to remain quiet as I did swallowing his seed.

He grabbed some tissue off my bedside table and wiped off. He high fived me and thanked me for helping him out. I said "no problem Art, I will see you tomorrow at the barn and you can tell us all about your date." He said "Right on "and turned to walk out of my room and I noticed the door ajar. Oh no, I thought. I will have some explaining to do.

Art left and Mom said her goodbyes to him as well. She turns to me and says "you have semen on your face and I had no idea you could take something that big all the way down like that. I am really impressed" and walked away laughing.

So mom had watched me suck Arts cock. I was embarrassed and also turned on at the same time. I need to think on that as to why that was.

I had not really gave that too much thought over the next few days but it hit me again one night as I returned home from a date with a cute girl I had started seeing. I was trying to be quiet as I entered the house as to not disturb my sleeping parents. I got to the end of the hall to turn to go into the bathroom and I heard noises coming from my parent's room.

Against my better judgement I turned to their door and saw it cracked open and light coming from it. I figured they had had a late night and were just getting to bed. I stepped up to say my goodnights and I was amazed at what I saw. I saw my mom giving my dad a blow job. Their headboard was against the same wall the door was on so I could only see my dad's abdomen and lower. I could see my mom's full body though as she laid naked on the bed giving my dad head.

She was obviously enjoying herself as was dad from the noises they were making. I probably stood there a few minutes watching and I must have moved or something as I caught moms eye. She looked up never taking dads cock from her mouth and winked at me. I awkwardly waved and went to the bathroom. I left there and went directly to bed with an odd feeling in my chest. I was definitely going to need to think about all this.

The barn activities repeated over that summer in various forms. Neither Paul nor Art would take it in the ass, but we all sucked each other's cocks fairly regularly. I probably did a lot more than they did because they said I was so much better at it. I did not mind because I enjoyed doing it. It was a fun summer. Art went off to the Army; Paul stayed on the farm; and I went to work in the factory. Mine and mom's relationship evolved but that's another story.