Chapter 9

I slept until almost nine o'clock the next morning. No one was around; everyone seemed to be out about their business. I went to the kitchen and got myself some cold cereal for breakfast. Just as I was finishing the cereal Uncle Ross walked in from the barn.

"Good morning, Eric... Sleep well?" He couldn't hide a broad grin on his face.

"Yup, I slept like a log, like you said I would. Sorry I slept so long. Where is everybody?"

"Well, Tinker has gone to town to buy water pipe. Barney is up on the bluff looking for a newborn calf that came in last night... Sam is with him. Me. I just gassed up the tractor and came in to see if you were out of bed as yet. I thought you might like to let your horse rest this morning and go with me up along the fence line. I'm taking the tractor to pull a wagon full of fence posts. We'll dump them along the fence line so that later the men can replace posts."

"Will you let me drive the tractor, Uncle Ross?"

There wasn't any sweat about that. Uncle Ross gave me some instructions in driving the tractor and I soon had myself a driving job. So, off we went up along the fence line between the cornfield and a pasture leading to a wooded area. We dumped about forty new fence posts, then headed toward a spring in a little gully.

The water in the spring was very cold and clear. It didn't taste like the water in the city at all... this was sparkling clean and sweet. Uncle Ross took off his shirt, which was now wet with sweat, and splashed water on himself. A little further down the gully from the origin of the spring the water widened out into a little stream. Uncle Ross walked down to it, stripped off all his clothes and was soon in the water up to his knees. The water was not deep, but it was deep enough to bathe in. Without even thinking about it I followed Uncle Ross, throwing my clothes onto a tree stump. When I tossed the jockstrap over my head Uncle Ross roared out with laughter.

We both stretched out on our backs in the water, letting the frigid stream run over our hot bodies. Uncle Ross had his head thrown back, taking in the mid-day sun. I became very conscious of his firm body and took a good look at it. My uncle was one hell of a handsome man. I especially liked his narrow hips and the fullness of his legs. I wondered how those legs would feel wrapped around me. I immediately tried to wipe that thought out of my mind because I knew it would make my cock rise, and sure enough it did. I was so happy I didn't really give a damn. The next time I glanced over at Uncle Ross his prick had gotten hard also. It was even more beautiful in the sunlight than when I had seen bin, jacking it off before the mirror the previous day.

Uncle Ross kicked his feet in the water and splashed me. I returned the compliment. In a second he tore out of the water and pounced on top of me. Instinctively, I wrestled back and we went tumbling through the frigid shallows. I couldn't believe how strong he was. He wasn't more than a few inches taller than me, but his arms were big and they were strong. I fought back, but not too ferociously.

Just as quickly as he had begun to wrestle me, Uncle Ross stopped and I found myself pinning him against the bottom of the stream, water lapping at his chin. He held his head high so he wouldn't drown. I looked at him for a long moment and then kissed him quickly on the mouth. He looked straight into my eyes and said, "Thank you, Eric; that pleased me very much."

He pulled himself from beneath me and out of the water. Pulling on his clothes, he said it was time we go back to the house and make some lunch for the men who would be coming in hungry. I asked him if it would be okay if I stayed in the water for a little while and walk back to the house later. I promised I wouldn't be longer than an hour.

As Uncle Ross drove the tractor over a little knoll and disappeared in the direction of the farm buildings I spread my body in the icy water. When I began to shiver I scrambled out and did my calisthenics. The physical workout under the full sun helped warm my body and made me feel very alive. Sweat began to appear on my body from the strenuous exercise.

Just then the pickup truck appeared over the knoll, pulled up a few yards from the spring and Tinker jumped out. "You're really working up a sweat there, aren't you, Eric?"

"I thought you were in town."

"Well, I was but I'm back. I bought some pipe in town that we're going to use to draw some of this spring water to another watering hole for the stock." He began to drop pipe off the back of the pickup onto the ground. "You know, you really look damn good without any clothes on. You know something else, you could get raped running around nude like that." He was now leaning suggestively against the open door of the pickup truck.

"Yeah... who the hell is going to rape me in the middle of a pasture in Iowa?"

Tinker slammed the truck door shut and walked toward me. "You never know; perhaps some blond hired farm hand who is hornier than hell."

He stopped just a foot away from me, grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me hard on the mouth with his tongue searching inside my mouth. I was stunned. Just as suddenly he sat back on his heels with his hands on his hips. "Well, what do you think of that?"

"I've had better!" I was surprised at my own statement because he had kissed me like I liked to be kissed. Maybe it was his cockiness that made me sarcastic.

He gazed at me straight in the eyes. His right hand slowly moved to my chest and he lightly trailed his fingers over my nipples and down across my tight belly. He continued to look me in the eyes, and when he noticed my swallowing hard he knew he had me going. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes... it's okay." I wouldn't give him the complete satisfaction he wanted.

Next he threw off his straw hat, bent forward and tenderly began kissing my face. I could smell his sweaty manhood as his lips left soft, wet kisses on my nose, my eyes, my forehead, my cheeks, my ears, my neck. His bristly golden cheek rubbing lightly against mine made my heart pump fast and hard. "You like that, too, don't you?" His eyes were dancing.

"It's okay... I liked it a little, not too much."

He leaned back and frowned at me. "I notice you aren't exactly tearing ass out of here, right?"

"I don't have to run. I'm not afraid of you."

"You think you can handle me, huh?" There was a quizzical look on his face.

"Sure, I can handle you!" My heart was pumping hard, and I wasn't too sure that I could really handle Tinker. This golden-haired farm dumber was really beautiful, but he was too damned cocky. I wasn't going to give in to him one inch.

Tinker snickered slowly. He backed about six feet away from me and began to take off his wide belt. My head buzzed because I didn't know if he intended using it on me. I was glad when he dropped it to the ground. His Levi's were tight and he had to tug hard on them to get them over his low hips and thick legs. I could see his golden cock and balls peeking out from beneath his blue denim shirt. But he couldn't get his Levi's over the boots until he sat down and pulled them off. I stood unmoving, prepared not to back down, my prick already half-hard.

Tinker slowly unbuttoned his shirt, enhancing the feast of the unveiling of his body. His shirt dropped to the ground and he stood in front of me, covered with glistening blond hair from head to toe. I found it hard to breathe normally.

Flexing his muscles, he walked in a tight circle around me, exposing his small tight belly, thick golden legs, wide deep back flowing into a beautiful hard ass, a long thick cock reaching for the ground, leisurely getting hard. Massive golden curls made a halo over his head and the base of his majestic cock. My cock was stretching out and I had no control over it. He grinned at me broadly. "You still think you can handle me?"

"Of course -- if I want to." I turned my back on him in a gesture of pure contempt and walked back into the water.

I wasn't prepared for his sudden action. Both his arms caught me around the chest and pulled me out of the water toward a log. Wrestling back proved almost futile; Tinker was too damned strong. Before I realized what was happening he sat down on the log, turned me over his naked legs and I felt his belt come down on my bare ass. Three loud swats of the leather and my ass was burning with pain. I cried out, kicked, squirmed, but I could not make out of Tinker's firm grasp. I could hardly believe my own reaction when I began to sob with anger. "You son-of-a-bitch, let me go."

As suddenly as he had nabbed me and whipped my ass, Tinker now released me. As I stood up I instinctively hauled back my right arm and doubled up my fist. My quick, hard blow caught Tinker on the left side of his jaw, reeling him oil the log and onto his back. I remember distinctly the sound of my fist cracking against his jaw, the sound of his body hitting the pound, then silence. Staggering in pain toward the water I also remember hearing Tinker's voice moaned in surprise, "You little bastard!"

He caught me just as I walked through the water and reached for my clothes. We both catapulted down into a pile on the soft wet earth beside the stream. I was so angry I flailed out, striking him over and over on the head and on the chest. He wrapped his bare long legs around me and squeezed. The wind was being wrung out of me.

We rolled and rolled and soon I was unable to do anything, for I had no wind left in me. We lay for a long time with Tinker's legs wrapped around me in a tight vise, both his arms around my upper torso, immobilizing my arms. I realized that we had rolled partially into the cold spring water and that it was cooling our fiery bodies and fiery tempers.

My head began to clear. The mud was caked on my skin, my ass was burning from the blows of the leather belt, my body was nearly immobile because of the leg and arm grip Tinker had on me. I lay still, my body and my head both numb.

Tinker relaxed his legs and arms from around me... I could now breathe better. We lay exhausted, not moving. Tinker moved a hand from behind me over my cheek and ear, brushing away the mud. Then I felt him kiss me long and tenderly on the back of my neck. Spontaneously I kicked backward and upward with my right foot, catching him a glancing blow just at the base of his ass and balls. He pushed me away hard, jumped up cursing, turned and walked back toward the pickup truck.

I rolled into the water and rested for a moment. Sitting up was painful because of the leather bums, so I had to roll over onto my knees to wash the mud off my body. Out of the corner of my eye I caught glimpses of Tinker drying himself with a feed sack that he brought from the truck. A fleeting desire to go to him and hold him ran through my mind, but my body would not respond.

The water cleansed me, cooled me, dissipated my anger. Pulling on my clothes, I glanced up to see Tinker getting into the truck. He looked over at me, twenty yards away, as though he were going to offer me a ride back to the farm. He pursed his lips while staring at me, then looked pensively at the round, kicked at a rock, climbed into the pickup and drove back to the farm by himself.

After I was dressed and walking the fence line back to the farm I felt better; however, my ass was sore, really sore. How would I explain this to my uncle?

Barney, Sam, and Uncle Ross were eating lunch when I walked in. I must have looked a little pale because everyone looked up and wanted to know what had happened to me. I excused myself and went directly to my room. I noticed that Tinker had not come in for dinner.

Shortly Uncle Ross was at my bed mom door and came in to see if I was ok. I had my clothes off already and was rubbing a lotion into the welts on my ass. Hiding the strap marks burned into my flesh was impossible and Uncle Ross became very excited and concerned. Finally I explained that Tinker and I had had a disagreement in values and that he had left me with a little "point of information" and that I had left him with the same. I asked Uncle Ross not to talk with Tinker about this episode, that I preferred handling it myself. I was aware that Uncle Ross knew human nature well enough to allow Tinker and I to develop our own relationship no matter which direction it happened to take.

After the men had left the dinner table, I stood up and ate in the kitchen, Uncle Ross snickering at me. He spent the rest of the afternoon teaching me to curry and groom Cycle. I was disgusted with myself for getting into a confrontation with Tinker which had left me with a sore ass. Now I would be unable to ride horseback for a couple of days.

That evening Uncle Ross gave me a small portable television, which I put in my room. It was about ten o'clock and I was on my belly in bed watching the TV news when there was a knock on my door. Expecting perhaps Uncle Ross or Sam, I was shocked when Tinker walked through the door. In surprise I sat up on my knees as he walked toward the bed. I noticed the blue bruise and cut on his cheek where I had struck him.

"Look."

"All right... Eric! I'm sorry about what happened out at the spring this morning. I wan to apologize." His curly head was bowed. I simmered down a little; I tried to be friendly.

"I'm sorry too. Let's just forget the whole thing, okay?" My voice was still cool.

Tinker raised his head and looked at me. "I brought some special salve that might be good for your... your ass... your ass burns." He was uncomfortable saying those words. "Here." In his outstretched hand was a metal can of salve. I started to tell him to just put it on the dresser. Thinking that would not be polite after his obvious gesture of apology and concern, I reached out to take it from him. Our fingers touched and he grabbed my hand tightly.

"I'd like to put the salve on those strap burns, Eric, if that's okay with you?"

My head instinctively shook from side to side telling him no.

"Please, I'll be very gentle." His violet eyes were pleading. It was bud to resist. Then his face broke into a wide grin. "I have the most gentle hands in all of Iowa. Ask any horse or cow or calf or dog or cat. You see, I'm a veterinarian. You didn't know that did you... I mean, Eric? Yup, I've helped lots of little animals into the world. And none of them complained about my hands." His smile disappeared and a sad look washed over his face as he added, "Except you."

He was conquering me and I knew it. Sitting down on the side of my bed he reached out with both hands and stroked the muscles of my neck and shoulders as he began a firm massage. All the while his velvet violent eyes massaged me, too.

"That feels good now, doesn't it!" It wasn't a question he asked; he was simply declaring a fact that he was sure of. A slight nod of my head indicated yes.

"I'm going to tell you something, Eric. In my opinion there are two kinds of people in this world; those who never can be touched, and there are those people who must be touched -- touching and being touched is part of their essential life-blood. That's you and me, Eric. I knew the moment I saw you that we were alike. I want to touch all of you, and I want you to touch all of me."

I knew what he was talking about. He had hit a nerve in my character that was a truth and I couldn't deny it. My only answer was to lean forward and place my head an his chest muttering, "I know."

Holding me close he rocked me in his arms and I felt his strength flow through me. His lips caressed my hair so tenderly I felt this was the only thing I wanted and needed.

We stayed like that a long time. When he whispered in my ear, "Let me put the salve on your strap burns now," I rolled over on my stomach.

His gentle hands sympathetically rubbed the soothing salve into my bums. My body floated away under his soothing touch. All I was aware of was powerful hands on my sore buns and these hands seemed to be healing instruments in themselves. When Tinker was finished massaging he tugged teasingly on the hair at the back of my neck and asked if I didn't feel better. I did.

"I'll leave you to get a good night of sleep and tomorrow morning you'll feel great. Of course you won't be able to ride Cycle for a few days, however." He moved to the door and called back as he left, "Good night, Eric."

He was leaving and I didn't want him to. I shot up in bed and called out, "PLEASE... don't go!"

Tinker stepped back into the room. "What is it, Eric?"

"I want you to stay. I liked the way that you touched me." I felt a little shy. "It was beautiful. Now I want to touch you... please!"

Tinker closed the door and sauntered back toward me. He stopped in the middle of the room with a mellow look on his face, then began to take off his boots.

"No, let me." I scrambled out of bed and with deliberate easy pace I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his Levi's and off his body. I undid the damned belt. I had to sit Tinker on the edge of the bed to pull off his tight boots... then his Levi's. I asked him to walk around the room so that I could watch his golden body. He did, unashamedly, proud of his coordination and definition.

I stretched out on the bed on my stomach with my head hanging over the edge. As Tinker moved toward me his cock hung right in front of my face. I opened my lips and let the head dangle between them. His cock-head began to swell so much I had trouble keeping it all in my mouth. When the cock got hard it would no longer stay in my mouth and sprang up into the air, striking me on the nose. We both giggled and then I gobbled his balls. Those balls were treasures... full, like small lemons covered with downy blond hair... the left hanging somewhat lower than the right... blue veins twining beneath the tender skin. I could get only one ball into my mouth at a time. I took a long sweet time to investigate them with my eyes and my tongue and my lips. The silky hairs covering each nut tangled with my tongue... tasting of perspiration!

Tinker turned around and positioned his asshole right over my mouth. He pulled his hard buns apart and I could clearly see the twitching asshole. My tongue shot out, giving the tight hole a lick. Shivers rippled over his skin. I shot my tongue out again and pushed it as hard as I could into his shithole, twittering my tongue. His ass opened up to let me in as deep as possible, then contracted on my tongue, forcing it, back out. Lifting my head slightly, I buried my nose in Tinker's beautiful ass, all smelling of grass and spring water and sweaty manhood. Moans of joy sprang out of his throat. He was ecstatic being rimmed.

I massaged Tinker's buns with my nose, rubbing... pushing... exhaling hot air into his asshole. My lips curled back and my teeth nibbled on the muscle. I heard him cry out with little sounds of painful pleasure.

Next I brought my hands up between his legs and pushed the ends of both my thumbs firmly into his breech and massaged hard. Tinker began to move his rump around on my finger tips, begging for more. With a quick jab I buried both thumbs up his rectum, his horny hole quivering and squeezing. He cried out, but did not move off my fingers. Instead, his slim hard ass rotated in the air and plunged down onto my fingers. Watching those buns moving in horny patterns in front of my face made me hotter than hell and I grabbed hunks of hard bun in my teeth and bit solidly, moving from left bun to right bun until Tinker was dying with pleasure.

Finally he could not stand it any longer and pulled away from my face, commenting that I was really too much. I hurried out of bed and got on my knees behind him where I could again run my tongue and teeth over his bulging, healthy ass. I worked down over his legs, tonguing, biting, scratching him with my fingernails until his body was squirming and contorting.

Tinker fell onto the bed. I flipped him onto his back and lifted his legs up over my shoulders. His ass was positioned on the edge of the bed where my cock was now playing in his asscrack, seeking out his tight hole. Spitting on my cock, I pushed only my cockhead into the hole and moved my prick from side to side, titillating his horny entrance. Tinker's lips began to move in frantic cries of: "Oh yeah, that feels so good... so damned good. Oh, I need more. Give all of it to me, Eric, baby... Give me more, please baby!"

I socked in about another four inches and then rested, watching Tinker's face light up with pain and bliss. He was still moaning, almost crying, "Oh yeah, that's what I want, baby... Cock up my ass. It's so good... It's so God-damned good. Baby, your cock feels so damned delicious inside me... I loge it. Oh, I could take more baby. Have you got more to give to good old Tinker, baby?"

I rotated my ass from side to side, exploring the walls of his moist pussy cave. Then I pulled out almost all the way only to send my eight inches of bursting pecker deep inside his rectum. I slammed hard several times, reaching inside for his sexy belly.

Tinker cried out. "My God that hurts so good... It buns so bad... Oh shit, fuck me, Eric... fuck me." And I did. Hard and gentle, from side to side, deep and shallow. "You're so good to Tinker, Eric... You're so good to me! I want you to fuck me like this every day... every day... every day; you hear... I want your pecker slamming into my ass, yeah. Oh baby, this is the touch I love the most... Deep inside me, touch... I can feel your damned cockhead slamming against my ass walls, baby... Ohhhh, fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!"

His voice trailed off into a whisper just as my balls drew up and torpedoed a gigantic sweet-sour load into Tinker's golden ass. His asshole was extremely sensitive, for he felt my prick swell, the head gorge with blood, and then the huge expansion and contraction of my pecker as the cum shot out into his asshole. He swayed his hard body on top of my prick. Unexpectedly I saw his cock stretched out to its full glory without being touched while great gobs of thick cum shot out over his belly and chest. Some shot over his face and he put out his tongue and licked in the pearly drops of fresh gism.

Tinker's shooting off was such a fascinating sight that my cock swelled up again and shot another quick load into Tinker's rectum. He went out of his mind and flopped his body all over my prick until I had to hold him down with my hands and calm him. I left my pecker inside his rectum, twittering his sensitive inner tissues with jerks of my cock. Each time I jerked my cock, his body jumped spasmodically with joy. Eventually my cock went limp and slid out of Tinker's ass.

I went to the bathroom and washed up. When I came back into the bedroom Tinker was still stretched out on his back on the bed, legs dangling over the edge, his arms over his face, his body still occasionally jerking with the wonderful pleasure soaring through his body.

I brought a damp warm washcloth, pulled apart Tinker's buns and washed his hurting asshole. While drying him off he half-opened his eyes and smiled deeply. Both eyes were blank, like he was drugged. However, the only drug Tinker was on, and me for that matter, was each other.

Tinker shook his head in a gesture of disbelief. "Wow Eric, you are really too much. You are just too damned much." He rolled onto the bed and pulled me toward him. "And, I love you!" He cuddled me against his chest, pulling my ass up against his belly, our bodies melting into each other. My ass was pretty sore but the touch of his warm belly flesh against my wounded buns made them feel better.