Midnight Farmhand

by Roland Graeme

  “Ah … no.”

  “Well, you’re going to be in one now. Tonight’s your chance. The three of us are going to have some fun together. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. Hank and I’ll make sure you do.”

  “I don’t know, Merle. I’ve never done anything like that—”

  “There’s a first time for everything. It’s time you grew up a little, boy. Widened your range of experience. Trust me—if having sex with one guy is fun, being with two at once is even better.”

  Hank sat there, nursing his drink and saying nothing, although he kept smiling at Jacob in a way that was both seductive and reassuring.

  Jacob knew that he ought to be disgusted by what Merle was proposing. It was bad enough that Merle treated him like his bitch. Now he wanted to share Jacob with this guy Hank, who was obviously another one of his tricks. And he’s set it up without even bothering to ask Jacob, first, whether he was interested. Because, of course, Jacob’s opinion really didn’t count. Merle really did think Jacob was willing to do anything Merle demanded of him, without hesitation, no questions asked!

  Hank finally spoke: “If Jacob isn’t really interested—”

  “Oh, he’s interested,” Merle insisted. “Aren’t you, Jacob?”

  “I’m sure Jacob can speak for himself. Maybe I’m not his type. If that’s the case, then no hard feelings.”

  Jacob knew that Hank was offering him an out, and he was grateful to the man for making the gesture. But, at the same time, a perverse excitement seemed to take possession of him. He’d heard about threesomes, of course—and group sex scenes, genuine orgies. He knew that such things went on in some gay circles. It was another of the activities that, somewhat naïvely, he associated with degenerate urban gay life. The possibility that such excesses could take place out here in the country really hadn’t occurred to him—until now, when the prospect was being presented to him so forcefully.

  He was tempted. Hank was an attractive man. The fact that he was a complete stranger actually made it easier for Jacob to think of him purely as a sex object. Sex with two handsome, well-built, virile men—it was the kind of thing that Jacob had scarcely dared to fantasize about, back in the days before he’d lost his virginity and had started to come out. Now that the lurid idea had been put in his head, his imagination was going into overdrive.

  He finally found his tongue: “I guess I don’t mind,” he mumbled.

  Hank laughed, lightly and easily. “Talk about being damned with faint praise! I guess I’ve just been put in my place.”

  “No, I like you, Hank,” Jacob said. “I like you just fine. This has all just taken me by surprise—that’s all.”

  Merle seemed relieved, and pleased. “That’s the spirit. Why don’t we have another round of drinks? And … maybe something stronger? And while we’re at it, we might as well move this party into the bedroom.”

  Curiously about what Merle meant by something stronger, Jacob followed him and Hank into the bedroom.

  Merle had obviously been expecting visitors. As on the previous occasions when he’d summoned Jacob to his quarters, he had the bed turned down, and a box of condoms, a tube of lubricant, and a folded trick towel ready on the nightstand.

  Hank produced a silver cigarette case, which he opened and offered to Jacob—who saw that it contained not conventional cigarettes, but half a dozen pre-rolled joints.

  “Take one,” Hank invited the farmhand. “It’s good weed. Locally grown, as a matter of fact. Right on a farm not far from here.”

  Merle snickered. “Hank has all sorts of connections.”

  Hank next pulled out a lighter, and, with each of the three men having the luxury of his own joint, they all lit up and began to smoke.

  “Let’s get undressed,” Merle suggested, as he puffed away.

  They stripped. But Hank had a further surprise in store. Standing there naked, he fumbled in the inside breast pocket of his discarded jacket, and pulled out a small square brown leather case, a little larger than the cigarette case. He opened it, and Jacob, curious to see its contents, stepped closer the other nude man. He saw that the case contained a small mirror, a razor blade, what looked like a drinking straw—but short, and made of shiny metal—and a transparent plastic baggie containing a white powder.

  “What’s that?” Jacob asked.

  “Coke, of course,” Hank said. “Not locally grown. But good and pure. You’ll have some, won’t you?”

  Merle, true to form, didn’t give Jacob a chance to answer. “Of course he will,” the farm manager said. “But you’re going to have to show him how to snort it. He’s new to it.”

  Hank smiled. “No problem. I’m an expert.”

  Jacob felt that he had truly descended into a lower circle of depravity. There he was, bare assed naked with two other men, one of whom he’d just met, preparing to have sex with both of them. And the only thing delaying the three of them from getting it on together was that they were drinking, smoking pot, and snorting cocaine.

  Hank showed him what to do. Under the gym owner’s tutelage, Jacob took a double hit of the coke. Then Merle, with undisguised eagerness, snorted it, too.

  As the alcohol and drugs began to have their inevitable, insidious effect on him, sending a pleasant sensation of tingling warmth through his body, Jacob quite shamelessly stared at Hank, checking him out.

  The blond gym owner had a buff physique, solidly muscled, with remarkable definition. Jacob had to admit that he was a persuasive living, breathing advertisement for his business. Hank’s cock, Jacob was intrigued to see, wasn’t just circumcised—it had what Jacob couldn’t help thinking of as “a mushroom head.” Hank had already developed a partial erection. The shaft of his organ protruded upward at an angle from his groin, long and thick. It was capped by a large, hemispherical head which was even wider at its flange than the shaft, and which as a result indeed resembled nothing so much as the cap of a mushroom, set on top of its stalk.

  Hank grinned at Jacob. “Do you like my dick?” he asked.

  Jacob was already too drunk and stoned to be diplomatic, or to censor his speech. “It looks kind of weird,” he blurted out. “It’s got such a fat tip on it, like a goddamn mushroom. It must be hard for a guy to get that thing inside his mouth to suck on it.”

  Far from being offended by Jacob’s candor, Hank merely laughed. “Oh, you’d be surprised by how easy it is to handle, once a guy sets his mind on it. Want to give it a try?”

  “Yeah!”

  Hank stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Standing face to face with Jacob, he rested his hands on the farmhand’s shoulders, and then exerted a gentle downward pressure on them.

  “Why don’t you get down on your knees,” Hank coaxed, “and give it a suck?”

  Kneeling before Hank, Jacob lapped at his penis, using his tongue to familiarize himself with its texture, taste, and unusual dimensions. Then, with a moan, he opened his lips wide and sucked that big cockhead inside his mouth.

  Hank reached down with both hands to caress Jacob’s head as the farmhand blew him.

  “That’s right,” Merle groaned, as he watched the oral action taking place in front of him. “Suck his big dick! Oh, that’s hot, guys … that’s hot to watch!”

  “It feels damn hot, too,” Hank said. “Oh, you’re a good cocksucker, Jacob. Keep working on it. Don’t stop.”

  “He ought to be a good cocksucker. I broke him in. I trained him,” Merle boasted. “I taught the little bitch everything he knows.”

  Despite his befuddled mental state, despite the way he was focusing his concentration on Hank’s cock in his mouth, Jacob heard and understood Merle’s claim—and part of his mind rejected it. That’s a laugh! he thought. That’s what you think. Camilo’s the one who really taught me everything I know. Fuck! I almost wish Camilo was here, now. We could make it a foursome—three hot men for me to make love to, instead of two!

  Then Jacob forgot about Merle, for the time being, as he fed hungrily up
on Hank’s dick.

  Hank wasn’t a selfish sex partner. He interrupted the blow job after a few minutes.

  “Stand up,” he panted. “Let me do you.”

  He and Jacob changed places. Hank swallowed Jacob’s erection without any apparent difficulty, and he began deep-throating it—so skillfully that he soon had Jacob shuddering from head to foot in helpless, lustful response.

  Relinquishing Jacob’s cock, Hank got back to his feet and drew the farmhand toward the waiting bed.

  But the bed was already occupied. There on the mattress was Merle. He lay there face down, motionless. Naked and seemingly unconscious, with his face half-buried in the pillow, but turned toward where the other two men stood, so that Jacob could see his closed eyes and the way his mouth had dropped partly open in sleep. He made quite a sexy sight, sprawled there with his bare buttocks fully exposed, and his big thighs parted to reveal a glimpse of his cock and balls. Even limp, as it was at the moment, his dick looked huge. Remembering how it had felt going in and out of his ass, Jacob winced—but he also felt a hot twinge of lust.

  “Shit!” Hank exclaimed, merrily. “Looks like he’s wasted!”

  “It looks like he’s passed out. Do you think he’s all right?” Jacob asked.

  “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry, I know how to bring him back to life. Watch.”

  Hank walked up to the edge of the mattress. Naked, he crawled onto the bed, his own oversized cock and balls swinging freely, barely inches above Merle’s slack, half-open mouth.

  Jacob felt slightly uneasy at the sight of Merle’s temporary incapacity, and yet he stood there, rooted to the spot, fascinated by the demonstration that Hank was putting on for my benefit. Hank, he noted excitedly, had an extremely hot body, and the sight of him and Merle, naked together on the bed, inspired an instant stirring in Jacob’s groin.

  “Hey, Merle, you dumb fuck,” Hank crooned, pressing his lips against Merle’s ear. “It’s me, Hank. Wake up. You’re supposed to be hosting this party. You’re neglecting your guests.”

  Without opening his eyes, Merle mumbled something inaudible and reached out with one arm. He groped about blindly before he found Hank’s body. Then he cupped his hand over the fullness of one of Hank’s buttocks, and gave it a squeeze.

  Hank let out a deep groan of pleasure and reached down, sliding his own hand in between Merle’s sturdy thighs. Jacob watched as his fingers began to move up and down, rubbing Merle's anal cleft, coaxing his ass cheeks wide open and then pressing in between them. Hank began rhythmically stroking the ripe reddish-brown flesh that lined Merle’s sphincter rim. In another moment, he had actually penetrated the ass and he was probing and caressing its tight-muscled depths, until Merle’s hips arched sharply upward, in eager response.

  Hank turned his head toward Jacob and smirked. “He seems to be coming back to life. Watch this,” he invited Jacob. Then, he crawled up over Merle. “Come on, Merle,” Hank ordered. “Don’t just lie there like a lump. I want you to touch me, too.”

  Jacob saw Hank’s hips begin to rock slowly back and forth in the primitive tempo of desire. He was rubbing himself against Merle, dry-humping him. Next, Jacob saw Merle’s hands creep sluggishly around into sight. They kneaded the firmness of Hank’s buttocks, sliding up and down the other man’s tanned, glistening back—!

  Hank was rubbing his cockshaft, his cockhead, his balls, right against Merle’s butt. And Merle was obviously enjoying it. Obviously responding. He was getting hot, and he was silently begging for more. His body writhed against Hank’s, flesh squirming against flesh in a fever of mounting desire.

  So that’s what it looks like, when two men make love, Jacob thought, excited. That must be what Camilo and I look like, when we do it. It’s hot … really fucking hot!

  Suddenly, Hank turned his head around and leered in Jacob’s direction. “Merle told me you’re really good in bed, once you get warmed up. You look pretty well warmed up right now. That’s a nice big hard-on you’ve got there, Jacob. It sure felt good in my mouth. Come on, don’t be shy. Join in,” he urged, his voice taut with arousal.

  As he spoke, he continued to hump away on top of Merle—who was so drunk and stoned, so out of it, that he didn’t even seem to be aware of Jacob’s presence in the room!

  “Come on,” Hank repeatedly. “This is your chance to fuck your boss. Merle’s usually the one who does the fucking, isn’t he? Well, turnabout’s fair play. You can screw him right now. I don’t think he’s going to put up much of a fight. Hell, we can both fuck him. We can take turns. Or you can just us watch while we fuck.” Seeing the flustered look on Jacob’s face, Hank smirked. “Do you like to watch? I bet you do. I’ll put on a sex show for you, buddy. How’s this, for a start?”

  Hank disengaged himself from Merle, who whimpered in protest, and then Hank stood up beside the bed, naked and erect. “Look at me,” Hank commanded Jacob, wantonly. “Watch me play with myself. Are you going to tell me it doesn’t get you hot?”

  Jacob stood there, in an increasing state of erotic agitation, while Hank put his hands down to his thighs and then began to stroke himself. His fingertips separated his testicles from each other within their hairy sac and then rubbed the shaft of his cock until his glans seemed to swell even larger. He massaged himself vigorously, his breath accelerating, a hot, dark flush of self-induced response seeping through his skin.

  “I think you like my cock,” Hank whispered. “You were sure staring at it, when I first whipped it out. God knows you did a real nice job of sucking it. And you’re not the only one who likes it. Merle goes crazy when I let him have it. He turns into a real sex pig. You think I’m kidding? Watch this, Jacob. Suck it, Merle,” Hank added, raising his voice. “Suck my cock!”

  Merle groaned, rolled over onto his side on the mattress, and with his eyes still closed he put his face up against Hank’s genitals. Hank guided Merle’s mouth to his crotch. And then Jacob saw something happen to Hank. Like a veil, lowering out of nowhere, a change came over his face. His eyes narrowed and the color rose up his neck and into his cheeks. He lost some of the cool self-possession which he had displayed until now, and it was replaced by the urgency of sexual arousal.

  His hips began to rotate and jerk with the intensity of a dog in heat. And his right hand moved down between his spread-open thighs, to where his obscene-looking, mushroom-shaped prickhead protruded from the sturdy shaft it was attached to, just above where Merle’s avid tongue was now licking his swollen, hairy balls.

  Jacob stood there beside the bed stone-still, open-mouthed and spellbound, watching as Hank’s lust began to catch him, too, in its feverish grip. As the gym owner’s hard-muscled body moved up and down against Merle’s face, the air in the bedroom seemed to turn hot and heavy, dense with a humid fog of eroticism.

  “Lick me, bitch,” Hank commanded Merle. “Get that tongue of yours going. Lick my cock. And my balls.” And Merle obeyed him. Meeting Jacob’s gaze, Hank winked at him, slyly.

  If anybody else had put on an exhibition like this in front of him, Jacob might have found it disgusting, humiliating. But, in the horny mood he was now in, a handsome man like Hank could seemingly do no wrong. He was a smug, arrogant bastard. Sexually, he was a user, probably every bit as callous as Merle. Jacob knew he ought to despise the man. But … the sight of him standing there, nude and erect, with Merle’s face pressed against his crotch and Merle’s tongue lapping at his big, swollen testicles, was making Jacob hotter with each passing moment!

  As he watched Hank playing with his big stiff dick while Merle licked his nuts, the outside world seemed to slide quietly away. Nothing else existed, or mattered, except the three of them, there in that bedroom. Down there between Jacob’s own thighs, an urgent throbbing, accompanied by a sudden weakness in his knees, forced him to shift his position and lean against the doorjamb for support. But after steadying himself, he took a step forward in the semi-darkened bedroom, so he could be closer to the bed and get a better look at what the other
two guys were doing. Jacob found himself staring harder, so as not to miss a single nuance of the pornographic action. He heard himself gasp and he felt himself shiver. He wished that Hank and Merle would move closer to him, close enough for Jacob to be able not just to look at them, but to touch them, as well.

  “Now my ass, Merle,” Hank coached his drunken buddy. “Suck my ass!”

  He turned around and shoved his butt into Merle’s face. When Hank used two fingertips to spread his ass cheeks wide open and pushed his juicy anal aperture down tightly against Merle’s sucking, slurping mouth, Jacob heard Merle moan aloud as his extended, stiffened tongue disappeared up inside the narrow, rapidly flexing channel. Jacob knew exactly what his boss must be feeling as he licked and sucked that hot butch ass, and, in all honesty, he couldn’t blame Merle for rimming Hank so hungrily. If anything, Jacob was envious!

  Hank was like a god, a divinity of sex. He was a cruel, demanding deity, to be sure; yet he was one whom anybody would serve and suffer at the hands of, without the slightest thought of complaint or rebellion. Jacob was prepared to kneel down and worship at his altar—to pay homage to him as abjectly as Merle was.

  Hank bent over slightly from his waist, pushing his ass even more forcefully back against Merle’s face. He reached down, found Merle’s hands, and guided them around his torso, silently urging Merle to cup his pecs inside his palms, and to knead them with his fingers. The sight of those full, muscular pectoral muscles, with the stiff points of their nipples being pinched by Merle’s fingertips, contracting tautly each time Hank ground his butt against the other man’s mouth, was enough to make Jacob feel as though his brain were about to explode. He could no longer remain a passive onlooker. Groaning helplessly, he threw himself forward and joined the other two naked men on the bed.

  “Yeah!” The sound of Hank’s voice was like a bellows blowing air on a fire, making it blaze up even hotter. “About time you joined the party, stud!”