Subject: Down on the Farm – Chapter Three This is a story about two best friends, separated when they were six years old when one family moved from Arkansas to Washington state for work. Now ten years later, circumstances are reunited the boys back in Arkansas for the summer. The boys are very different that they were ten years ago and those differences manifest themselves in some uncomfortable ways. They realize that maybe they aren’t so different after all. A new character in introduced into their lives. No offense is intended to the citizens of Arkansas by the way the country boys are portrayed. While the majority of the state is rural, Arkansas did produce one of the successful Presidents of the United States. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at hoo. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your fty/donate.html Down on the Farm Chapter Three Paul hosed me off as he had done with the cow manure and I dried off with some loose hay. We went about our chores without much conversation between us. I didn’t really know what to say about him finger fucking me and bringing me to an orgasm without touching my cock. He was always such a big fan of jerking off I had figured if he was to get me off at some point, it would be that way. What he did was so new and unfamiliar. How do I qualify it? Of course I liked my ass played with by another guy? A finger was hot but would a stiff cock feel even better? Isn’t this getting too gay for me to process? Yes, it certainly is. I have to get my mind back on my work. Or better yet, on Lindsey the Looker. That’s what I need right now is a girl to get me back on track. Maybe I should have Paul get in touch with Suzie the Sucker and have her come over and use her special talents on me. Thinking about Lindsey right now isn’t doing much for my limp cock. It’s kind of semi hard but it was like that since I shot my load in between the hay bales. Suzie the Sucker is real so maybe she’d be more help. Thinking about her brought up memories of Jed and Stan at the watering hole. That did it! Now my cock is chubbing up. What the fuck, Lindsey didn’t do it and Suzie didn’t, whoever the hell she is but the images of naked Jed and Stan are getting me aroused? Cow shit! That’s what I need, the disgusting pungent odor of cow shit. “Hey Jimmy, are you going in to clean the cow pen without even giving me an argument about who’s turn it is?” Paul asked astonished. “Yeah, figured I owed you one for the back rub and all,” I responded as I kept my back to him so he couldn’t see my boner and walked into the cow pen to inhale a good lung full of anti-erection stench. It worked! A few pitch forks full of cow shit and my cock was hanging like a piece of cooked spaghetti between my legs. “I’d rather the payback for the back rub be something more interesting,” Paul grinned. “What ever. Hurry up and finish, it’s all most lunch time.” Lunch. I completely forgot what time it was. Cow shit is a cure for a boner but a definite appetite killer just before lunch. We broke for lunch and went into the kitchen. I had gotten over being naked outside and figured in the house would be no different. Not so. Sitting in the kitchen chair with my bare ass on the cold hard wooden seat started the blood flowing down below. I brought Miss Hawthorne into the kitchen with me, figuratively, of course, and that stopped the blood flow. Paul was making sandwiches at the counter with his back towards me. “How many sandwiches do you want, three or four?” he asked. Not completely over the cow shit treatment I wasn’t super hungry and only wanted one. I looked over at him to answer him. “Just one will be fine, thanks.” “I’ve already fixed two for you, and figured you’d want more. If you only want one, I’ll eat the extra.” Looking over at him making sandwiches I couldn’t help but stare at his bare ass. I’ve always appreciated a nice ass but only on girls up until now. His ass was perfect. A little patch of hair directly above his crack, but smooth after that. Round firm cheeks that sprouted out from his back and then blended into the tops of his thighs. A little bit wider than his hips but still in perfect proportion to the rest of that firm posterior. For some reason, scary as it was, I wanted to get up and go over and grab his ass with my hands. Feel the muscular firmness, run my hands over his white skin, maybe even bend down and kiss it, one kiss on the first cheek and another on the other. Just then Paul turned around and brought sandwiches to the table. My face turned red as I realized I was perving on his ass, on a guy’s ass, on my best friend’s ass. “Are you all right? You face it totally red,” Paul noted. “Just too much sun without any clothes on,” I answered. A stupid answer. The clothes we were wearing didn’t come close to protecting our faces. Plus we had been working in the barn all morning and not out in the sun. I don’t know if Paul caught on and was just playing along or if he didn’t give any serious thought to my reply. “We’ll be outside this afternoon so maybe you should get dressed so you don’t burn?” Hell no, I was just getting to like being a naked farmer. “I’ll be fine, I just have to be more careful, that’s all.” “Ok, then if you’re done ogling my ass, let’s get back to work,” Paul said as he walked out of the house laughing. “I didn’t . . . I wasn’t . . . I mean, um . . .” as I tried to say something to cover my actions but my face turning even a brighter shade of red would have rendered any excuse I had as hollow and useless. The rest of the afternoon went by quickly and uneventful. We got our chores done, I kept my hormones on check and we finished with plenty of time to spare before Paul’s parents were expected home. “Can I ask you something, Jimmy?” Paul said rather quietly. “Sure, anything. You’re my best friend, then and now, ask away.” “You always seem to smell nice, you don’t have the disgusting body odor that I always have. I didn’t really notice how bad I smelled until I compared myself with you. Do you think you can show me how to take one of those sponge baths you take every day?” “Of course, there’s really nothing to it. Just get wet, soap up and then rinse off.” “Sounds simple but I’d really like you to show me. We have time right now before my folks get home.” Paul pleaded. “You’ve taught me some new things since I’ve been here, I suppose it’s only fair that I repay the favor. Let’s go upstairs.” We went into the bathroom and I turned on the tub faucet to fill a bucket with hot water while Paul undressed. He stood naked with his back to me to take a piss. Once again I was taken in by the sight of his awesome ass. I was tempted to reach over and grope him but I restrained myself. Look but don’t touch I told myself. He finished and stepped into the tub. At one time there was a working shower head so the tub had a curtain to pulled closed but the shower system had broken years ago and never been repaired. We had seen each other naked at the watering hole and jerked off together in bed but something about being in the bathroom and him in the tub made me self conscious. I didn’t want to stare at him, well, actually I did, but I didn’t think I should. I looked at his face and handed him the bar of soap. “Here, get wet, then soap up all over. Then rinse yourself off.” I instructed him. He splashed some of the water out of the bucket to get wet, not too successfully, then rubbed the dry bar of soap on his arms and chest. “I don’t think I’m doing this right. Can you show me how?” I could have sworn I saw a twinkle in his eye and a fleeting smirk on his face. I think I know what he has in mind. “If I try to show you how, I’ll probably bursa escort get my clothes all wet,” I pointed out. “Well take them off and get in here with me. You can show me how you wash up and then I’ll do the same.” By now his cock had stiffened up considerably. By the time I got undressed I was in the same condition, which made Paul smile. As he looked down at my boner. I stepped into the tub and Paul pulled the curtain closed. I took the bucket of water and poured most of it over his head causing him to gasp. “Damn, you used the whole bucket!” “Yup, one bucket to get wet, another to rinse off,” I explained. I took the bar of soap and got it wet to work up a lather. “Turn around and I’ll wash your back while I’m here.” Paul turned his back to me and I began washing his back, starting at his shoulders and moving my way down. I was moving slowly so I could admire his smooth back, strong and muscled from working the farm all these years. I knew exactly what was going to happen when I got to his ass. I let out a quiet sigh and rubbed his cheeks tenderly and softly, not scrubbing them but more worshiping them. Naturally my fingers ran up and down his crack, having to get every inch of him clean. Paul leaned forward and braced himself against the wall. “Make sure I’m nice and clean back there, I don’t want a smelly ass,” he instructed me. “Don’t you worry about that.” Not thinking, I blurted out, “When I’m done it will be clean enough to eat off of,” quoting an old saying usually referring to floors. Paul whipped his head around and grinned at me, “Really, that clean, huh?” then turned back to face the wall and pushed his ass out closer to me. My fingers were soapy and slippery, his hole was soapy and slippery, the perfect opportunity to let him enjoy the same feelings he gave me earlier today. I stopped my hand at his hole and applied some pressure. I felt his sphincter muscle twitch and then relax to allow my finger to slide in gently. Paul moaned and encouraged me to keep going. I pushed it in as far as I could go and then worked it back and forth. Paul took one hand off the wall and was going to stroke his cock but he almost lost his balance. He put his hand back on the wall and I decided to would take care of that for him. My free hand slid around his hip and found his hard cock. I had never touched another guy’s cock before so this was as exhilarating for me as it was for Paul. “Oh fuck, that feels so damn wonderful,” he declared. “Yes, it certainly does feel nice from my point of view as well.” I continued to finger fuck his ass with the same rhythm as I was stroking his cock, almost like he was fucking himself. His breathing was getting faster and deeper so I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I was close enough behind him that I could easily replace my finger with my boner but I wasn’t ready for that level of play yet. And I doubted Paul was either. Paul pushed back further to get maximum depth of my finger and his cheeks touched my cock. It took my mind off what I was doing to him for a second and focussed my attention to myself. But it only lasted a few seconds and I felt Paul’s ass tighten around my finger and his cock jerk as he blasted his load on the wall in front of him. When he had stopped, I withdrew my finger, took my hand off his softening cock and just embraced him, pressing my cock against his ass crack. “For a minute, I thought you were going to put your cock in my ass,” Paul said in between breaths. “The thought crossed my mind but I wasn’t ready for that yet and I wasn’t sure if you were.” “If you had asked me, I probably would have said no. If you just slammed it into me I don’t think I would have asked you to stop,” he snickered. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind when I get ready.” Paul turned to face me and gave me a hug, our soapy bodies slithering together. My cock was still rock hard and I could feel his start to rise. He backed away and told me it was his turn now. He took the soap and had me turn my back to him. I knew what was coming so I moved closer to the wall so I could brace myself. Paul started the same washing technique I used, slow and methodical, going from my shoulders down to my ass. Familiar territory to him as he had been there earlier today. His hands worked my cheeks and then his fingers found my pucker. I pushed back to him and muttered, “Deja vu, all over again.” Paul fingered my ass while reaching his other hand around and played with my nipples. Another area of my body I had no idea was an erogenous zone. I hadn’t expected us to have another mutual sexual playtime. The most I figured was I was going to stroke him off tonight, my first time touching another cock. And what a cock it was. Uncut and covered with foreskin when flaccid. Aroused, it measures upwards of eight inches or more. The foreskin is pulled back just behind the rim of the tip. A dark purple head with a pronounced rim and a course texture compared to the smoothness of the shaft. Whenever I’ve seen him hard, there is always precum forming droplets at his piss slit. The shaft is smooth yet firm, hard would be better to describe it. Hard like no other part of the body, really. Maybe that’s what makes a hardon so special. A thick protruding vein running down the side, ending where his cock sprouts out of his crotch. Underneath is his ball sack, low hangers due to the summer heat we’re enduring, the skin wrinkled and a little darker than the rest of him. As much as I admire his manhood, I have nothing to compare it to other than my own. I have seen Jed and Stan’s cocks but not up close and personal like Paul’s. Maybe I could get a better look at theirs the next time we’re at the watering hole without raising any crap from them. Paul moved his hand from my nipples down and wrapped his strong hand around my cock. He squeezed it and tugged it, then began stroking. He withdrew his finger from me causing me to turn my head towards him. “Awww, don’t stop back there.” “I don’t want you to cum too quickly,” he replied. Then he leaned closer to me and rubbed his cock up and down my crack. The tip of his cock found my hole and he applied pressure, not enough to penetrate but enough to let me know he was knocking at the back door. “Whoa, I don’t think I’m ready for this yet,” I warned him. “Me neither, I just don’t want your ass to feel left out.” “So instead of being ‘left out’ you want it to feel ‘right in’?” we both laughed. Paul kept the closeness and his cock rubbing my hole, not penetrating me but just peeking in. It felt so good. I was getting close and told him to speed up so we could get washed and dressed before his folks got home. “We’ve got time but you wish is my command,” as he sped up, tightened his grip and pressed harder against my hole. My sphincter tightened as I climaxed and emptied my balls. I turned back to face Paul and our faces were only inches apart. No words were spoken as we looked deeply into each other’s eyes. I had never kissed a guy, or a girl for that matter. Only Miss Hawthorne and my grandmother when I needed a soft dick. I was starting to close my eyes and get ready for another first when Paul broke the silence. “Get the fucking bucket of water and let’s rinse off,” as he backed away from me grinning. I was disappointed, relieved, and frustrated, wondering if he wanted the kiss as badly as I did or if I was going too far too fast. A kiss was too far? He just had his finger in my ass and then almost his cock. Well, another time, another opportunity, I hope. We rinsed off, dried off and got dressed. Paul was right, his folks weren’t expected home for another hour. He led me down to the kitchen and announced we were going to make supper before they got home. I knew very little about cooking and assumed Paul knew even less. “What are we making for supper, a bowl of cold cereal and milk?” I asked half serious. “No, I was thinking baked pasta and garlic bread.” “Who are you, Gordan Ramsay?” I busted his balls. “I don’t cook a lot but I’m pretty good with basic dishes,” he said flatly. He got out pans and food and directed me on what to do to help him. In about an hour we had supper ready to come out of the oven. We set the table and waited for his folks to arrive. We heard the truck in the driveway and Paul went to the door to meet them. “Supper is ready when you’re ready to eat.” His mom looked in the oven and grabbed Paul for a big hug. bursa escort bayan His dad was just looking at Paul and then me and back again, smiling and shaking his head up and down. Suddenly his mom yelled out. “Vince, quick call the sheriff!” “Sally, what the hell is wrong?” his dad asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Someone has kidnapped our boys and left these two imposters in their place!” His dad laughed, I snickered and Paul glared at his mom in mock disgust. “Supper in the oven, washed and smelling fresh, chores down! I don’t know who these two guys are but I sure as hell like them.” “Language, mom,” Paul scolded her in jest. Paul and I got the food and set it on the table. As we ate, his folks told us about their day, making more than they expected selling the produce and eggs. “We had a terrific day thanks to the great work you did harvesting for us. How did you manage to get everything done today and still have time to make supper?” his dad asked. “We went at it hard all day, dad, we had to make the most of the day,” Paul began. I choked on my food. “We decided not to waste any time on things that could wait until tomorrow so we just concentrated on the bare essentials.” Paul’s off handed innuendoes at the table were going to make we choke to death. I wanted to glare at him but couldn’t do anything but snicker when I saw the look on his face, knowing exactly what he was saying and how it was getting to me. We cleaned up so his folks could relax after their long day. We said good night when we had finished and went upstairs to bed. We got undressed and got in bed, moving up against each other, bare skin to bare skin. For a change, our proximity wasn’t the beginning of anything sexual but rather just the closeness of two special friends, two very special friends. “Good night, Jimmy. Thanks for everything today. It was a day I’ll never forget as long as I live,” Paul whispered with a quiver in his voice. “No, thank you, Paul. Once again you’ve taught me some things I never would have thought possible. I’ll never forget this day either,” as I choked up a little with emotion. Paul turned towards me, put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. Not a kiss on the lips, but it was still a kiss. I kissed his cheek back and we fell asleep snuggled in each other’s arms. Paul was up before me the next morning and not in bed when I awoke. I assumed he was in the bathroom pissing. I ambled down the hall to have my morning piss but he wasn’t in the bathroom. I got back to the room and got my bib shorts on ready to go downstairs. Paul walked in wearing a pair of jeans, a clean T-shirt and a pair of work boots. “You going to wear that outfit? You look like a country hick for crying out loud. I’ll be embarrassed to be seen with you,” he broke down laughing. “What the hell? Where did you get real clothes?” I asked in shock. “Mom had got me these yesterday when they were in town. I outgrew most of my other clothes and didn’t give a shit if I looked like an idiot wearing those cut off bib shorts. But now it’s time for a change. Get your real clothes out of your suitcase and I’ll see you down stairs for breakfast. Holy hell! Paul is becoming a real person right before my eyes. Did I do this? I don’t know but I like the new Paul. Actually it’s more like the old Paul from ten years ago. I dressed quickly in my jeans and T-shirt and bounded down the stairs, two steps at a time. As I turned the corner to go in the kitchen, Sally was sitting with her head in her hands. Shaking her head from side to side. “Mom, what’s wrong?” Paul asked with concern in his voice. “I feel so guilty. I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she lamented. “What’s wrong, what happened? What did you do?” Paul asked again. “I’m such a horrible person,” she confessed. “MOM, tell me right now what going on!” Paul said raising his voice. “I figured whoever kidnapped my boys would have returned them by this morning but they haven’t. And I’m so guilty not wanting them back and preferring to have you two imposters here instead,” as she burst out laughing so hard tears rolled down her cheeks. Paul got mad for a second, “Well anytime you want those two losers back, just say the word and they’ll be here in a hear beat.” Paul huffed. “They weren’t losers but I’m so happy with the two of you now. Jimmy, your father called this morning to talk to you. He said he’s been trying to call your cell phone but it keeps going directly to voice mail. He was getting worried but I told him Paul was keeping you busy. Give him a call after you finish breakfast.” Sally told me. Oh shit! I’ve been having so much fun I completely forgot about my dad. I hadn’t charged my phone since I got here so it was dead and just talking messages. I ran upstairs and put it on the charger so I could call after I ate. “Hi dad, sorry my phone went dead.” “I was beginning to worry when I didn’t hear from you. I hope every thing is going okay with you and Paul.” “The first few days I wanted to call you and get me out of here pronto. I wouldn’t have cared if I had to sit in your hotel room 24/7, it would have been better than here. But then we clicked and we’re as good of friends as ever, if not better. Paul had been teaching me a bunch of new things. I even got to drive the four-wheeler when we ran the fence line.” “Wow, my city boy is becoming a country boy. Awesome. So you don’t want to come here with me?” “Of course I do but I know you’re busy and have your work to take care of. When the summer is over I’ll fly home to be with you. It’s fun here but I really do miss you.” “Same here, son. Keep your phone charged and we’ll talk again soon. Take care.” “Love you, dad. Talk soon.” I wiped a tear from my eye and went down stairs to catch up with Paul. “Everything okay with your dad?” seeing the redness in my eyes. “Sure. He was worried I hadn’t called. I didn’t realize how much I missed him.” “Of course. Do you want to go home and be with him?” Paul asked hesitantly. “I miss him so sure I do. But if I did, I’d miss you. So I might as well stay here and put up with you,” as I punched him in the shoulder. “Can’t leave yet, I’ve got a bunch more shit to learn you,” falling back into his redneck slang. “Fucking right you do.” “Yeah, that too. I bet you’ll be a pain in my ass as well,” winking and walking to the barn. Should I be nervous? Should I be excited? I’ll just go with the flow and see where it leads us. Vince came out in the barn to tell Paul that the veterinarian was coming Tuesday to check on our sick pregnant cow.” “Not that damn woman vet again? She’s terrified of the cows and won’t even get near them. How can you treat an animal if you standing six feet away. I wish Dr. Hobbs hadn’t retired.” Paul complained. “Well he did and we’ve had three vets since him. This will be number four. Dr. Chris Campbell will be here at 9:00. Your mother and I will be in town with eggs so you’ll have to be here.” “‘Chris’? Is this another woman?” “I didn’t ask and the office didn’t say. We’ll have to find out on Tuesday.” Paul had a lot of compassion for their animals. So did Dr. Hobbs. That’s why Paul liked him so much. He was not happy with any of the replacement vets so far. He was grumpy the rest of the morning but by noon he had lightened up. At the end of the day Paul wanted to take another sponge bath. “Want to join me and make sure I wash up the right way?” he asked after supper. “I’d love to but I think you’re folks would think it weird that we’re washing up together.” I reminded him. “You right. I guess we just have to wait for waterhole Wednesday to have some more fun.” “With Jed and Stan there?” “Maybe we can get there early? Or after they leave? We’ll have to figure something out for sure.” Paul was getting horny already so I knew tonight would be another jerk off session in bed. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. We washed up separately and went to bed, naked as usual. Paul wasted no time in moving right up against me, hooking one leg over mine. I put my hand on his thigh and then moved it over to take his cock. He was already hard and leaking. His hand grabbed me and immediately started stroking. “Easy boy, don’t you want to make it last?” I teased him. “As long as I have your cock in my hand, I don’t care if it’s slow or fast. As long as it’s hard,” he giggled. Regardless of our how tired we were, we both came in short order, escort bursa not as much cum pumping out but still the joy of a shared orgasm. Paul got his cum rag and we cleaned up and went to sleep. When Tuesday came around Paul and I were in the barn doing our chores when we heard a pick up truck pull in the driveway. On the side was the name ‘Campbell Veterinary Services’ and Utah plates on the truck. A man was driving which made Paul feel much better already about this new vet. He pulled up in front of the barn and stepped out. Both Paul and I gasped to ourselves at the gorgeous hunk of a man that stood before us. He stood just over six foot tall, wide shoulders and narrow hips. He was wearing a short sleeve dress shirt and tie and tan dress pants. Maybe a little formal for a country vet but looked damn good regardless. He had jet black hair, combed back, and a five o’clock shadow that looked like it appeared within minutes of him shaving in the morning. A slender face with high cheekbones and a square jaw. His nose was narrow and pointed. His exposed lower arms were covered with fine black hair, I assumed like the rest of his gorgeous body. “Good morning, I’m Dr Chris Campbell. Paul Monroe?” his voice boomed. Paul and I stood there shelled shocked and staring at him. Finally Paul got his wits about him and answered back. “Yes, Paul Monroe here and this is my friend Jimmy. Thank you for coming by this morning.” He extended his hand to shake Paul’s and then mine. “Glad to make your acquaintance, Paul. And you too Jimmy. Your father’s message said you had a sick cow?” “Yes, she’s right in here. She pregnant, almost at full term but has been acting sluggish the past few days, not her usual self. She’s off her feed and no manure in her stall,” Paul explained. I had to get in the conversation. “I thought it was a good thing that it didn’t take much to clean her stall but then Paul told me that was a bad thing. I still have a lot to learn about being on the farm. I grew up here until we moved to Washington when I was six. Now I’m back for the summer,” rambling on. “Anything else you want to add, Jimmy, like your shoe size of your last report card from school,” Paul teased. “Aw, shut up,” as my face turned red. “Hey, it’s all good. I like to get to know my clients as well as their animals. Now lets see what’s bothering your cow. What’s her name?” the vet asked knowing that Paul likely named his animals. “Carolyn.” “Well Carolyn, let’s see what’s up with you,” as he stepped up to the cow and rubbed his hands over her sides and stomach. He put his stethoscope to her and listened in numerous places. “Just as I thought, she has a blockage in her intestines. Hopefully just a minor one. Often the baby calf if pushing against her intestines and can cause a blockage, especially when they are this far along in the pregnancy.” “Is there anything you can do to clear it?” Paul asked with a look of concern on his face. “The common treatment is to start with what most people would call an enema. I’ll check her anal canal and then inject some warm soapy solution to try and release the blockage. Can you get me a bucket of warm water, please.” “I’ll get it,” I volunteered and ran to the house. I came back with a bucket of water and set it next to the stall door. The vet returned with a long pair of rubber gloves, a plastic tube and a stainless steel pump of some sort. He put the glove on one hand, pulling it all the way up to his shoulder, applied some soap and pushed it slowly up the cow’s rectum. Paul whispered quietly to me, “We should get a pair of those, could come in handy,” and snickered. “No fucking way!” I responded, knowing exactly what he had in his perverted mind. “I can feel the pressure from the calf and haven’t reached the blockage so it’s time for the enema.” He pulled his arm out and inserted the tube as far as he could. Then pumped some warm soapy water through the tube. The cow mooed a few times and looked back at the vet just as the blockage came loose, sending a few days work of cow shit and soapy water shooting out of the cow’s ass like a shit cannon. The vet didn’t have a chance to move fast enough and was covered head to toe in the shit. Thinking back to my experience getting covered in the stuff I couldn’t help but laugh. “You think this is funny, do you? Maybe you’d like to be caught in a shit storm?” he remarked with a little irritation. I quickly explained what had happened to me with the manure pile my first day and then he started to laugh as well. “At least we got the problem solved and Carolyn is much more comfortable now. Feed her a mash at night and keep a close eye on her manure output until she has her calf. Is there anywhere I can wash this off?” as he looked down at his body covered in brown smelly cow crap. “Paul made me strip and hosed me off but I don’t think that would work for you. You’ll need some clean clothes.” I mentioned. “I have a change of clothes in the truck. Things like this are just an occupational hazard. Where is the hose?” “You can go inside and wash up in the bathroom. There is warm water in there,” Paul offered. “I don’t want to track this all through your house. Just get me another bucket of warm water and I can wash and then rinse off with the hose.” “Just like a sponge bath,” Paul smiled. I wondered if he was going to offer to help wash the doctor. “Exactly.” Paul went to get a bucket of hot water while the doctor went to his truck to get his change of clothes. I showed him where the hose was and he immediately stripped down and put his dirty clothes in a plastic bag he had brought with him. I was frozen as I stared at his magnificent body. Two very muscular arms hung from his wide shoulders, covered in black hair all the way up. His chest was hairy and well defined with nipples that stuck out without being coaxed. He did sport a little tummy but nothing more than expected from someone who spends a lot of his day driving around from farm to farm. Narrow hips and muscular legs, also covered with hair. His cock was limp but long and thick. It looked like when it was hard it would be bigger than the one that had impregnated Carolyn. As I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, Chris uncoiled the hose and turned on the water. He sprayed his legs and arms and then turned his back to me. Oh my god, such a beautiful ass. I know I’m an ass man and it doesn’t take much to catch my attention, but his ass was an eleven out of ten. A whisper of hair covering it and more hair sticking out of his ass crack. A slight dimple on each cheek that literally begged to be explored. “Would you mind holding the hose?” he asked as he turned slightly to talk to me. Would I mind? Hell no, I’d hold his hose any time, for as long as he wanted me to. As I was about to reach out to him I realized he meant the water hose, not the hose between his legs. “Glad to help,” as I took the hose from his hand and envisioned it being his hose. Paul came around the corner with the warm water and a bar of soap. He stopped in his tracks as he saw Chris naked and me spraying him with the hose. He brought the bucket to Chris and placed it next to him, handing him the soap. “Thanks, Paul.” He washed his body and then put his hand out with the soap offering it to Paul, “Would you mind doing the back?” Paul grinned like the Cheshire cat as he took the soap, looking over at me before he lathered up his hands and washed Chris’s back. I saw him hesitate as he got closed to Chris’s ass cheeks and then thought better of going too far. “That should hold you for now. At least until you can get home and have a proper shower,” Paul sighed. “Thanks. I don’t want to come off as incompetent so maybe we shouldn’t mention this whole incident to your folks. Just tell them Carolyn had a blockage and I was able to free it up.” Chris asked us both. “No problem, Chris. We can be very discreet when the situation calls for it,” Paul assured him. Boy, can we? That night Paul and I were in bed and talking about how hot the new vet was. I was getting more comfortable being sexually open with Paul but this was more new territory, discussing how hot other guys were. Although if anyone deserved to be evaluated sexually, it was definitely Chris. As we began our nightly jerk off, Paul asked me if I was jerking my cock or Chris’s. “If I’m jerking Chris’s, I better use both hands,” I laughed. “Why do you think I’m using both of mine right now!” We both finished with visions of Chris’s huge cock in our hands, happy to be pleasuring him, if only in our minds for now, maybe a different scenario in the near future.