Phil and Dale slipped into the barn that they frequented for oral sex. It was at the edge of Phil's family property. The sun shone warmly through the window near the roof of the barn, and a cool breeze blew through. It was one of those days where clothing becomes optional. Phil wore only a light t-shirt and jeans, his muscular arms and chest showing through. Only turning 21, he had a square jaw and bristle from his starting beard. At 19, Dale was a little on the thin side, with a younger boyish face.
"Happy birthday, big boy," Dale said, getting on his knees in front of Phil and unzipping his jeans.
"Just shut up and suck it, bitch," Phil answered. Dale was happy to oblige.
"Hey, I'm about to score with Emily, so I won't need your slut mouth anymore."
Dale doubted Emily could enjoy sucking Phil's dick as he did. He set out to prove to Phil that his cock-sucking skills were irreplaceable.
Phil always faced the door, so he could put his dick away if anybody walked into the barn. He gazed into the sunlight, thinking about Emily's firm young tits and nice ass as Dale licked the tip of his cock and swirled his tongue over the head. Dale's tongue swished down the shaft to Phil's balls. Phil worked to hold in a groan, staring off into the distance. Dale sucked the balls, taking each into his mouth, until Phil looked down at him slapped his cock on Dale's face. Dale knew what that meant and licked back up the shaft, taking Phil's meat into his month. It wasn't long before Dale was deep-throating Phil's seven-inch cock.
Suddenly, Phil pulled his dick out of Dale's mouth. He stepped back and stuffed his now throbbing unit back into his pants. Dale tried to get up, but it was too late.
"What the hell's going on in here?!" Phil's dad yelled as he walked into the barn. "What's going on Phil? I've been calling for you for 15 minutes."
"Nothing dad ... " Phil answered.
"Phil, get out of here son," Phil's dad, Chuck , said. "You got chores to do."
Phil began to leave. As he looked at Dale, he mouthed the word "slut." Dale felt humiliated, but he knew Phil was a jerk and he began to get up off his knees.
"You wait here Dale," Chuck said, looking at Dale sternly.
" But I just .. " Dale said watching as Phil left the barn.
Chuck waited until his son was out of earshot.
"Now look, Dale, I know my boy ain't no faggot, he's just waiting to get some pussy. But you on the other hand, out here on your knees every day, begging for his cum. You're something else."
"Mr. Thompson," Dale said, shaking his head. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want anyone to know he was a cock sucker, except Phil.
"I don't think your father would be too proud if he knew you were back here on you're knees ..."
"Please don't tell my dad," Dale interrupted him.
Dale looked at Chuck, who had only just turned 40. He was in pretty good shape from working on the farm, Dale thought. His body was wiry and muscular.
"I'll do anything," Dale said, looking away from the man.
"I know you will boy, so just stay on your knees."
Dale got back on his knees as Chuck walked over.
"No wait," Chuck said. "Take off your pants."
"Mr. Thompson, I don't think so . . ."
"Alright I guess I'll just tell your dad about this," Chuck said, pretending to get ready to walk out of the barn.
"But you wanted me to suck your cock . . ." Dale said desperately.