Hottest Heat Wave

by J. M. Snyder

  Marcus drove a pickup truck, and it seemed so appropriate to be going to a farm in a truck. It’d clearly seen better days, with plenty of dents and scratches. But the cassette player inside spoke to its age more than anything else. I was glad he had an adapter that he could play his iPod through it, and we used that on the way up to the farm.

  “So you grew up out here?” I asked as we entered the rural part of the county, an area I’d never visited before. It was more rural than anything you could see on the Interstate between Birmingham and Tuscaloosa.

  “I did. My dad worked this farm for years. It was a wedding present from his folks. He’d grown up working their farm and they got him started with his own. He made a good living off of it. My mom taught school, and helped out on the farm in the summer. I was free labor until high school when they insisted that extracurriculars were important, but even then I still helped out when I had time because I enjoyed it. They both retired when I graduated college and sold a lot of the property to neighbors. They’ve still got a lot of land, a lot of it woodsy, plus a nice house. They keep a couple horses, too, which is why we’re going out. When they’re traveling, I take care of the horses.”

  “Horses? Really?”

  “Yeah.” He raised an eyebrow my direction.

  “That’s cool. Can I feed them?”

  “Sure.” He looked my way again and chuckled. “You’ve never been around a horse have you?”

  I shook my head. “No. Closest I’ve been to a farm is when my family took me out to one of those self-pick apple orchards. I’m sure there were horses around Seattle somewhere, but I never saw them.”

  “I don’t think it was properly revealed just how much of a city boy you are in our first thirty-six hours together,” he said, not taking his eyes off the curvy road.

  “What were you expecting?” I asked. “Seattle’s a pretty major metropolitan area.”

  “But there’s some amazing countryside around there, right? Trees, outdoors, lakes all that?”

  “Yeah, and we went camping and stuff. I loved sleeping under the stars, but mostly I was happiest reading, or playing video games, or whatever.”

  “Well, let’s see what the city boy thinks of this,” Marcus said as he pulled into what might be the longest driveway ever. Except it wasn’t paved, at least not like I usually thought of driveways. It was gravel that looked like it’d been driven over about a million times since it’d been put down. “We’re here.”

  There was plenty of pride in his voice and with good reason. The place was beautiful. The trees along the drive were gorgeous and when the house came into view I was impressed. I’d imagined something slightly rundown, but this was a beautiful, but modest, home. My first thought was that I wanted to spend a quiet evening on the front porch with Marcus.

  “This is amazing,” I said as he parked the truck in front of the garage. My eyes darted around to take it all in. There were trees everywhere, beautiful flower beds in front of the house, and a barn that looked about a hundred years old but still in good shape. There was an amazing tree house in a large tree on the west side of the house and in the distance I saw part of a lake, which was mostly hidden by forest. The lawn around the house was well trimmed, and there was a lot of it. “If I lived here I might not ever leave.”

  Marcus gave me a big smile and raised his eyebrows a couple times.

  “I’m glad you like it.” I shrugged and he laughed. “I do come out here a lot. We usually have dinner together on the weekend. I do a fair bit of my work up there when it’s not so hot.” He pointed to the treehouse. “When we got wi-fi, I made sure the treehouse was in range of the router.”

  “Oh, man, that sounds nice. I’ve spread out my stuff on the balcony before, but up there it must be cool.”

  “Yeah. It’s nice. Lots of good times up there. Sleepovers, think time, good place to hide porn from the parents.”

  “And make out with boys?” I said as we walked over to the barn.

  “That’s never happened.”

  I shot him a disbelieving look. “Really?”

  “Nope. It always felt too close to the house to do that. It was one thing to just jerk off where I could easily control my own noise, but with someone else you never know if they are going to get too loud.”

  He slid open the barn and a horse snorted.

  “Hang on, Alice,” he said. “That’s Alice, she always wants immediate attention.”

  The smell of hay mixed with manure hit my nose. Marcus saw me wrinkle my nose and smiled. “You’ll get used to it,” he said.

  Inside there were six stalls, but there were only two horses. They both looked towards the door and one was making all kinds of noise. That had to be Alice. The barn was very tidy with an area for supplies as well as saddles and other things I’d seen only in westerns before.

  “Wow,” I said quietly, feeling a little silly in my wonder, as we entered and went towards the horses. Marcus stood between them and they both nuzzled his face.

  “Okay, girls, meet Ethan.” The horses didn’t seem to pay attention as they continued to shower Marcus with affection. “Ethan, this is Alice and Trixie.”

  Alice was light brown with some white spots around her head and Trixie was black with just some tufts of grey hair around her head and neck. They were beautiful.

  “Honeymooners?”

  “You know it,” Marcus said, with a big laugh. “My parents love that show, and by love I mean obsessed. They own all the episodes and have bought more than their fair share of collectables. Someday you’ll have to ask them how they fell into it, it’s a ridiculously cute story.”

  Meeting his parents? It was cool that he was already thinking that way. I stepped up next to Trixie and tentatively reached out and stroked the horse’s neck.

  “So what do we need to do?” I asked, steering away from meeting his mom and dad.

  “Let’s take them out and put them in the pasture so they can stretch their legs,” Marcus said as he went to get some things from the storage area. “Then we do the gross part and get the shit into the compost. Lay down some fresh straw and freshen up the food and water and then we’re done. It goes fast. Then the rest of the day is ours.”

  He made quick work getting the horses ready so we could lead them out. It was clear he’d done this for years. His movements were efficient as he went from Alice to Trixie. I swear the horses helped him make it easy, too, putting their heads in the right place and not making a fuss.

  “If you want, I can give you a riding lesson sometime,” he said out of the blue.

  Riding seemed like an overwhelming prospect. I had no idea if I’d be even remotely good at it or if I’d fall on my ass.

  “That’d be way cool,” I said before I could talk myself out of it. I looked around the barn, trying to see why the air seemed somewhat cooler in here than outside, where it was already cooler than the city was. “How’s the barn so much cooler than outside?”

  “It’s designed for airflow to help keep cool so Alice and Trixie have a comfortable shady place if the pasture’s got too much sun beating down.”

  “I need an entire apartment like that,” I said, already thinking about how nice it’d be if the apartment felt like the barn.

  He handed me the reigns for Trixie and I looked at them dumbfounded for a moment until he started walking with Alice, leading her. “Come on,” he said. “She’ll follow you. The reigns are almost a formality.” As he said that, Trixie nudged my hand with her snout as if to say let’s go.

  I followed Marcus, and Trixie, indeed, followed me. We took them around the barn and put them into a fenced pasture. The horses stayed still until Marcus got the reigns off and then they took off and galloped around. They ran together as if they were a couple.

  “They’re happy,” he said as we headed back into the barn. “You really don’t have to do the cleanup with me. It’ll only take me…”

  “I’ll help,” I interrupted. “The sooner it’s done the sooner we’re at
the lake.”

  “That’ll certainly help turn you into a country boy,” he said, stepping in close and giving me a kiss on the cheek as we walked.

  He showed me what to do and we got to work.

  “You do this every day?” I asked as I began to shovel Trixie’s stall.

  “Every day or two. Usually my parents are out here every day with them, and I join them sometimes. On Sundays I help out with the end of week cleanup plus go to church with them. I’ve done this work so much, that it’s kinda relaxing for me.”

  I certainly wasn’t minding this as a way to start a Saturday. Although part of that was the company.

  “This makes me question my laziness in the mornings when I was a kid. The idea of morning chores just sounded crazy back then. None of my family were much good until eight or so. And we’d sleep until the very last minute.”

  We put away the tools we were using and tidied up before leaving the barn.

  “I hated it at first, but I started to like it more the older I got. Now I wish life was that easy.”

  “Tell me about it,” I said, knowing exactly what he was talking about. It was so much easier before college, without all the responsibility. “On the other hand, I mostly love what I’m doing now.”

  He nodded. “Me, too, most of the time.”

  It was really warming up, even with a nice breeze blowing through. We were sweating from the work. Marcus stripped off his T-shirt and wiped his chest off. The glisteny sweat looked good on him. I mirrored what he did in the adjacent stall, but I had a hard time focusing on what I was doing once he lost his shirt. Watching the muscles move across his back was mesmerizing. Every now and then he’d grunt similar to the sounds he’d made when I was blowing him. If cleaning the barn was always this way, I might need to come out here with him more often.

  After a half hour or so, the stalls were clean.

  “Here you go,” Marcus said, handing me some bottled water from the mini-fridge in the storage area. He popped his open and poured it over his head.

  I moaned watching him do it while I took a long drink. “You know, if you want me to take you right here, all you have to do is ask.” I took another drink while Marcus turned redder than the heat and work had already made him. “What can I say, you’re very sexy in the role of farmhand.”

  “Glad you liked it.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and walked us outside. “Come on, let’s go fall into the lake.”

  “Let’s do it!”

  We went back to the truck. I took the small cooler from behind my seat and he got the duffel bag we’d packed with towels and clothes for after the swim.

  “No horses?” I asked.

  “Nah. I was thinking we could do a lesson after we cooled off from that work.”

  “Alright, maybe you can ride me instead.” I shot him a smirk. “Speaking of, how many boys have you invited to the lake to do that?” I was half joking, but was also curious about the answer.

  He was quiet for a few moments as we walked. Had I overstepped? I didn’t think I had, unless it was the glib way I said it.

  “The secluded lake thing worked very well for me in high school,” he said finally. “I had a knack for knowing which supposedly straight guy wanted his dick sucked. And out here was the perfect place for it.”

  “If only I’d had a private lake,” I said, relieved that I hadn’t upset him. “It’s what every young gay boy needs.”

  “It certainly did okay by me.”

  “I haven’t brought anyone out here in a long time,” he said in a more reflective tone. “It’s not about just messing around anymore, you know?”

  I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. Going out and dating is all well and good, but as grad school goes along I also think about settling down.

  “I know that sounds weird,” Marcus continued, “considering how we met. I go out and what not, but I don’t usually risk arrest either.”

  “Blame it on the heat. And I have no regrets about it. After all, I was right there with you. It sounds like we’ve both been in the same boat, so to speak. It’s funny we live so close and didn’t even know it.” The lake was closer now, and I could see the light glimmering off it through the trees. It was spectacular. There was certainly nothing like this in the city. “This is beautiful. No wonder you could seduce boys here.”

  There was a small sandy area at the water’s edge nearest us and a pier that ran out into the water. Trees wrapped around most of the lake, going back into woods as far as I could see.

  “Hopefully it works on you,” he said, with a silly attempt at a seductive look, which almost made him crack up.

  I just shook my head. “You’ve already seduced me,” I said, “so you don’t have to keep trying.”

  We both laughed. “Good,” he said, “I’m glad we’re past that. It means I can do this.” He set the duffel down, quickly stripped off his shoes, socks, and shorts, and ran down the pier. He let out a big whoop as he leapt off the end, cannonballing into the water with a huge splash.

  “Two can do that!” I called as he surfaced. I stripped and headed off the dock. I launched myself into the air on the last plank, trying to get as much height as I could. I drew my legs in on the way down before I crashed into the water. “Oh yeah,” I said, coming up and shaking my head to sling the water off.

  “Nice,” Marcus said, swimming up to me. “I may need to refine my technique. I usually get distance from the pier, but you got a lot of height. That splash was killer.”

  “Cannonball champ of the Colman Pool,” I said, raising my arms in victory while keeping my legs working so I could tread water. “It feels so good in here.”

  “Yeah. It’s pretty amazing. With most of it in shade, it’s usually a perfect temperature.” Marcus swam up to me so we faced each other. “So we’re in the deepest part right here. It’s why we built the pier so long. We wanted to dive off it. Move a few feet in any direction though and you can stand.”

  “I may never leave here,” I said, enjoying the water as it cooled me off from the work we’d done.

  “I’d be okay with that.” Marcus brought himself closer and tried to kiss me but it wasn’t easy as we bobbed up and down in the water. I returned the kiss as best I could since we couldn’t really grab on to each other. “Although if you stay right here,” he gestured at the water, “you might turn into a prune.”

  “Jerk.” I splashed him using both hands. “You know what I mean.”

  He started throwing water back and it felt like I was in third grade having a splash war in the neighbor’s pool.

  The splashing was epic. Marcus clearly knew what he was doing. But so did I, even though it’d been a long time. I forced him back, but once he had solid ground under him he was able to dig in and increase his attack. I went under and, with the water being so clear, I had no trouble seeing how to go right between his legs to trip him. As I did, I gave his half-hard cock a squeeze. He gave a yelp of surprise when I did that, just before he yelped again as I took his legs out.

  I came up at the same time he did. We both had our hands in splash-ready position. After a few moments of staring each other down, we broke into a fit of laughter.

  “No guy has ever yanked my cock under water like that.” Marcus said, stepping forward, but staying poised to attack. “Of course, most of them were terrified, at least until I had them in my mouth.”

  “You don’t scare me,” I said, wrapping him in an embrace as I planted a kiss on his lips. “You make me happy and horny.”

  “Great combination.”

  Suddenly he put his arms around me and hoisted me up

  “Oooh. Nice.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the position, especially with his cock rubbing against my ass crack. The water, no doubt, made it easier to hold me like this. I shook my ass to tease his cock more.

  “Let’s try this.” He spread his legs to give him a better stance and then he lifted me up and set me down on his cock, which forced him between my cheeks
and let his head bump against my hole. “You seemed to like it that first night.”

  I moaned loud and it echoed around us. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand as my eyes went wide, worried about who may have heard.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “No one’s around for miles.”

  I rode the waves of pleasure he was dishing out as he kept me balanced on his cock. I worked my abs to lean into him for a kiss while making sure my ass didn’t move from where it was. I held on to his shoulders to stabilize myself.

  “I need to know,” I said between kisses and trying to catch my breath as he kept teasing my hole with his cock, “what’s your status? I’m negative. Tested about two months ago and haven’t done anything risky since. Please tell me you are, too.”

  “Same as yours,” he said. His breath was ragged, too. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was so turned on or from supporting my weight. “Does this mean what I think it does?” He smiled expectantly, almost hopeful.

  “I’m game if you are,” I said, wiggling my ass to tease his cock. I wanted to make sure he didn’t say no.

  “Oh, man. Fuckin’ awesome.” He maneuvered me a little bit up and then sat me down with enough force to get his cock wedged into my hole. He didn’t get all the way in, but he was well on his way. The water around us helped and I hoped he was leaking like he usually did. I loved licking that up, but now it needed to lube my ass. I bounced on his cock, hanging on by his shoulders, to goad him into going deeper. “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” Suddenly his dick slipped all the way in, my ass finding a way to relax. “Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gimme a minute.” I threw my head back and took a few deep breaths. I swear he was harder than I’d experienced before. HIs massive head filled me up just like I’d hoped it would and the shock its penetration was already subsiding.

  “You sure?”

  “Very.” I looked to him. His expression shifted from concern to passion as he caught the fiery look I gave him. Holding on to his shoulders, I rode his cock as he flexed his legs and arms to ensure that I wasn’t going to get dropped. It fueled my own fire, feeling him secure me. “You feel so good,” I said between breaths.