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   The Pump House (Mm, mm) By Lizard69



   I wasn't looking forward to my summer vacation.  Sure, being off from
school was great, but it wasn't like I was really being set free.  Both of
my folks worked long hours and when I got too old for a sitter, they
started packing me off to my grandparents place during the summer.  Being a
boy of fourteen wasn't enough of a curse.  I had to spend the summer on a
farm so far out in the sticks it might as well have been in some foreign
country.  Make that a third world country.  My grandparents weren't exactly
Amish.  They had a telephone where every number was long distance.  They
had a TV that would pull in two channels when they bothered to turn it on.
They even drove a pickup truck into town to do their shopping, once a
month. For the rest of it their lifestyle wasn't a whole lot different from
the way *their* grandparents had lived.  It was subsistence farming not
agribusiness.  Like getting dropped into one of those "living history"
places.  Only it was the real deal, not actors who knock off when the
crowds leave for the day.

   Most character building experiences you brag about later are a
monumental pain in the ass to deal with at the time.  Roll out of bed at
four AM to help get the milking done and eat breakfast before the "hired
help" got there at six.  The rest of the day pretty much broke down into
getting feed in, hauling shit out, or maintaining the equipment.  By the
time the second milking is done at six in the evening you hardly have
enough energy to eat before you hit the sack so you can do the same thing
again tomorrow.  The first sign that this summer might be different was the
sound of a motorcycle coming up the lane.  Rick was only a couple years
older than me, but he could have disappeared in a crowd of college
athletes. Gramps wasn't even paying him minimum wage but he stayed for the
perks.  From six to noon he got a better workout than most people pay for
at the gym, while making some money.  Noon to four he got to work on his
own projects in granddads shop.  Then a couple of hours milking before he
left for the day.  That's how he'd rebuilt his ancient Yamaha twin into
something that looked like a flat tracker and was fixing the car he'd drive
to school next fall.  It's also how he picked up a set of abs and pecs a
beach bum would kill for.  We went shirtless a lot to soak up some rays
while we were working.  At first I looked like something that crawled out
from under a rock standing next to him.  As the weeks went by at least I
built up some tan and tone even if I couldn't seem to bulk up.  By the time
I got back to town I'd look more studly than some of the jocks.  Maybe the
summer wouldn't be a total loss after all.

   Most farm work doesn't take a lot of thought so we talked about
everything else to keep from getting bored witless.  Gramps and Gran didn't
know much about anything except running a farm.  Since that was the one
thing I didn't know anything about at all listening to them was actually
pretty cool.  Rick and I talked cars when the old folks were around and
compared girlfriends when we worked alone.  I know I made Pam sound a
little hotter than she really is but Rick was either lying through his
teeth or dating a swimsuit model.  From the way he griped about her teeth
on his tool though it was plain she didn't know shit about giving a blow
job.

   We were down at the pump house that day working on the hydraulic ram. 
Kind of a neat contraption that used the inertia of the water flowing from
the spring to pump a portion of it up to a holding tank.  It wasted nine
tenths of the water flowing through it but the spring kept it chugging away
24/7 and with only a handful of moving parts it was easy to fix when it
broke.  The pump house itself had thick stone walls dug into the hill side
and was much bigger than it had to be.  Before electricity they used it as
a walk in cold room.  Now except for the empty shelves and racks all it
held was the ram.  Rick was just finishing the last adjustments while I
laughed and told him how his girl *should* be blowing him.  He got really
quiet and finally turned to stare at me with this funny look on his face.
I'd fucked up big time.  Somehow I'd got so wrapped up in telling him what
a good BJ was like that I didn't notice when I shifted to talking about how
to give one.  For a minute I thought he was going to kick the shit out of
me.  Then he walked past me like he was going to leave but instead he
slammed the thick insulated door.

   By the time my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through a dirty
window high in the wall, he was leaning back against the door with his
Levi's around his ankles.  "OK Johnny, I'm not queer and if I ever catch
you telling anyone different I'll rip your goddamn balls off.  You've got
one chance to keep me from telling the whole world you're a dick licking
little pervert.  Get down on your knees and eat me.  If you're as good as
you say you are I'll keep your secret.  But for the rest of the summer
you'll be my second choice dick hole.  Any time my girl isn't around or
isn't having any, you're it." I don't know if it was the chilly air or the
thought of being his dick hole that sent a shiver up my spine.  For a
minute I stood there stunned.  Then I started to smile as I unfastened my
own jeans and shoved them down my thighs.  "You first dude.  We don't go to
the same school.  You've never met any of my friends.  The only people you
could tell anything are your boss and his wife.  So, you tell me.  Would
they believe you or fire the kid that tried to molest their grandson?"

   Well he looked scared and stammered out an apology as he started to pull
up his jeans then stopped as I kept on talking.  "Hey Rick, chill out for a
minute.  I have an idea that's kind of sick but might be interesting.  I'm
not queer either but I'm stuck here for the whole damn summer with no
girlfriend.  The idea of kissing or cuddling with a guy is totally creepy,
but my dick can't tell if the hand, mouth, or ass hole it's fucking is part
of a girl or a guy.  Heck, that's how I lost my cherry!  The grown-up
pervert that hit on me knew I was a boy but didn't really care.  I guess
the cops would call what he did rape even after I asked him to take me to a
place where I knew we wouldn't get caught.  We both knew he could force me
if that's what he wanted.  We both thought it was a bigger kick letting me
force myself to get bare and do pervert sex with him.  When he first hit on
me, I was so tired of jacking off I'd have done it with a stray dog just to
try something different."

   "At the end of the summer I'm leaving and you'll probably never see me
again.  Between now and then I can make you cum so hard you'll think your
ass hole is trying to fly out the end of your dick.  I'll do it any time
you get the urge and can find a place the old folks won't trip over us. 
The catch is that you have to return the favor.  I'm not some queer asking
you to be my hottie, just another horny guy who's willing to ignore your
lack of tits if you'll help me get a load off.  You know the difference
between a friend and a fuck buddy?  A friend finds a girl who's easy then
comes home and tells you where to get a blow job.  A fuck buddy gets two
BJ's and gives you one when he gets home.  It's your call.  Do you still
want to play if you have to give as good as you get?"

   I'd moved up while talking and we were almost chest to chest.  Rick
wouldn't look me in the eye.  He stared over my shoulder as if he was
watching something miles away and for a long minute I thought nothing was
going to happen.  Then slowly, hesitantly, his fingers wrapped around my
dick and began to stroke.  I did the same and mirrored what he was doing to
me, not even getting close to cumming before he popped his cork.  Being
able to get exactly the kind of hand action he wanted without having to say
a word must have opened up a whole new world to him.  I didn't give him a
hard time about having to finish myself off after he zipped up and left. 
It was kind of quiet working with him for the next couple of days but
eventually talk picked up and sex was still the number one topic.  We were
fixing fence in the North pasture when his curiosity got the best of him.

   "Johnny?, When you said that you did pervert sex with that guy, the
first time, what did you mean?  What exactly did you do with him?" I
thought for a minute and asked Rick, "Does it really matter?  I knew before
I told him where to take me that I wasn't going to say no to anything he
wanted.  That doesn't mean I knew what to do.  All that stuff about giving
blow jobs I learned later.  If you'd get off on hearing all the kinky
details of the first time some pervert fucked me I'll talk, and probably
get hard talking about it.  At the time though I was so clueless and the
whole experience was so intense that it really wasn't much fun."

   "I think that taking my clothes off was the hardest part.  Especially
when I was down to my underpants with a stiffy making the front stand out
like a tent.  The only way I could make myself get bare all over was to
pretend he would beat me up and rip my clothes off if I didn't undress
myself.  By the time I stood there with my thumbs hooked in the waistband
of my underpants, I was telling myself that he couldn't let me go when he
was done unless he knew I'd never tell.  I guess that's the point where it
went from just talking to actually doing sex.  Then he hauled it out and
let me see what I'd be sucking as soon as I was completely naked."

   Rick had been digging a post hole while I talked.  That's pretty hard
work to do by hand but I don't think the fact that his muscles were pumped
had anything to do with the bulge in his pants.  I knew we wouldn't be able
to do anything about it until after lunch so I shut up and gave it a rest
while we set that post and moved everything up to the next marker gramps
had staked out.  At least I tried to give it a rest.  Rick wanted to hear
more and started calling me a cock tease.  You should have seen him blush
when I pointed out that I could only be a cock tease if he wanted to fuck
me.  I guess we sort of tried to one up each other and ended up agreeing to
meet at the pump house.  Right after lunch while Gran did the dishes and
Gramps took siesta.  Meanwhile he kept digging and I kept talking.

   "It wasn't the first time I'd seen a grown mans dick but it was the
first time I was on my knees bare naked with a hard one right in front of
my face.  Like I said earlier I didn't know anything about cock sucking.  I
put my mouth over the first couple of inches and when I couldn't think of
anything else to do started jacking the part that wouldn't fit.  I was
looking up trying to get his attention, wondering if I was doing it right.
When we finally made eye contact he just groaned and started cumming.  I
didn't even have time to think about swallowing.  My mouth was already full
of cock so the sperm kind of oozed out around his shaft and dribbled off my
chin.  That's when I knew I was a real pervert.  Having him cum in my mouth
felt so NASTY.  Part of me wanted to throw up, part of me wanted to curl up
and disappear.  Mostly though I wanted to cum too.  I'd used the place as a
jack off spot often enough to hide a jar of lube there.  While I dug it out
I started thinking."

   "Ever since I had my first wet dream I've wondered what it would be like
to have one while I was awake.  I've had some pretty hot fantasies.  I got
so worked up a few times I'd get off in a couple of strokes, but I never
managed to make it squirt without at least a little friction.  Now I
noticed him staring at my crotch as his dick started coming back to life,
and had to take a look for myself.  I'd never seen it so stiff, pointing at
my chin, twitching in time with my heartbeat.  If I could keep my hands off
it a little longer I might get my wish.  I set the lube down and used two
fingers to dig a blob of grease out of the jar.  Then I bent forward and
grabbed the edge of the table with my free hand while slowly spreading my
legs until I could practically *feel* him staring at my ass hole.  When I
looked over my shoulder I could see he was ready to go again and I was
pretty sure he wasn't interested in a second round in my mouth."

   "My ass has always been an exit only deal.  Having that pervert watch me
work a load of grease into my butt hole was almost too strange to be
embarrassing.  Almost.  Then he was standing behind me and I felt the head
of his dick sliding between my greasy butt cheeks until it was pushing
against my brown eye."

   When I'd reached that point in the story I shut up and waited for what I
knew was coming.  Sure enough, in about three seconds Rick let loose with,
"For cryin' out loud!  Don't stop now!  Go on and finish!".  I busted out
laughing.

   "I guess you're a pervert too Rick.  It took you about as long as it
took me to say exactly the same thing to him.  He laughed and told me that
as much as he liked to fuck he'd never raped a kid and wasn't going to
start now.  If I really wanted a dick in my ass there was one waiting for
me.  All I had to do was push myself back onto it.  I had to make up my
mind soon though or it would go away.  It wasn't easy but I kept on trying,
going a little farther each time.  Just when I thought my butt hole
couldn't stretch any more the head of his dick popped inside.  If
stretching and rubbing was the whole thing I don't think I'd ever do it
again but something else happened.  When you're on a ride at the fair and
get tossed up so you're weightless for a second or two do you get a really
funny sensation?  Down inside, a couple of inches behind your belt buckle
only lower?  I was watching my own stiffy when the head of his cock reached
inside me deep enough to bump that spot.  That funny feeling pushed me over
the edge and I actually got to see my dick squirt while it wasn't even
touching anything.

   It's hard to say how long it went on after that.  He kept pulling it out
and having me get into different positions.  I think he only came one more
time but the starting and stopping made it feel like he was fucking me
again and again.  I was getting pretty sore by the time he finished.  That
was on a Monday and I didn't do it again until Friday afternoon.  In
between I jacked off so much I damn near rubbed it raw.  Every time I
noticed my butt was sore my dick got hard.  Every time I played with my
dick I remembered how my butt got sore.  For a while I thought I was
turning into a queer and then I noticed something.  When I daydream about a
girl I'm hot for she has a face, even if I'm trying to imagine what she
looks like naked.  That pervert was just a dick to me.  I saw his face. 
I'd recognize him if we met on the street.  We even made eye contact more
than once while he was doing me.  What I remember though is the way his
cock got hard watching me undress and how totally nasty it felt when his
dick squirted in my mouth and my ass."

   I was already bare when Rick met me at the pump house and he didn't have
a problem with taking his own pants off.  There was a can of food grade
grease for lubing the pump and he watched me dig out a blob but wanted to
argue when I told him to bend over.  I was a long way from the jaded old
perv I am today but even then I knew that once he got his load off I'd have
to get him horny all over again to get my own dick wet.  It didn't take
long to convince him that there was no way I could chicken out.  Even if he
had to get rough, how could I tell anyone I was raped by a guy who had my
cum in his ass?

   I should have spent a lot more time getting him greased up and loose but
he was in such a hurry to get into *my* ass that he was pushing his butt
hole onto my stiffy almost before I could get it lined up.  His hole felt
so hot and tight around my prick and I was so hot from talking sex all
morning, I popped my load before I really had time to enjoy it.  Things
worked out about even.  He was pumping away before I was really ready but
didn't last any longer.  Yeah, "pump house" took on a whole new meaning for
me that summer.  Rick and I were solid fuck buddies by the time I finally
met his girlfriend, but that's a whole different story.  Character?  I
don't know if splashing cold spring water on a freshly fucked ass hole
builds character but it sure closes it up tight enough to keep cum stains
out of your shorts.  
