I couldn’t keep my hands off Jeff as we ran through the darkness towards the old abandoned farm house. Our cars were parked just inside the tree line past the old gate towards the far end of the Layson estate. Under the cover of darkness we felt free to be ourselves. I grabbed his big rough hands in mine as we turned and faced each other in the moonlight. Looking deep into my eyes, he grinned and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer. As we kissed, his rough stubbly beard poked my cheek and tasted salty mixed with tobacco grime. His hand groped the erection straining against my zipper.

We stopped, caught our breath and ran towards the silhouette of the old house and the trees farther in the distance. Like a little kid, I was giddy with excitement. As we approached the house I noticed the outer walls were missing on one side and that bales of hay were stacked in the upper rooms.

Jeff took my hand and urged me onward, “Come with me. I know a way up there. I used to come here as a kid with Lenny. We would sneak out here sometimes and pretend it was a castle or a fort. My parents rented a house on the property next to this so we would come here a lot.”

The front porch had collapsed in upon itself and we carefully traversed the crumbling foundation through a hole where a front door used to be. Honeysuckle grew thick here and we had to push past it to get inside. It was very dark and musty inside, but sure footed Jeff held my hand and led me to the right and up an old rotten staircase. He said to be careful as we climbed up the creaking boards. In a few places there were missing steps. I almost fell, but he held tight to my arm. As we neared the top of the landing, the moonlight flooded the wooden floor that was scattered with loose dry hay. A small stack of hay bales were stacked against an inner wall towards the front of the house. The entire back end of the house was exposed overlooking moonlit tobacco fields and beyond. We stood gazing at the view for a moment, then Jeff turned to me and gave me another passionate kiss. He stepped back and pulled off his dirty t shirt soaked wet from sweat, balanced on one foot and pulled off one sneaker then the other. I struggled to remove my shirt as Jeff’s hands helped me to roll it over my head. As we stood facing each other chest to chest, his hands reached down and felt my erection through my pants then started to unbutton them until they fell to my ankles. Jeff eagerly removed the rest of his clothes. I found him very attractive standing naked before me, his erection bouncing. Once we were fully naked, we held each other close and kissed. I took his hands in mine, pinning them over his head and used my bulk pressing his body against the bare wall, kissing him deeply. As things progressed, I took our clothes and spread them out atop of a pile of the loose hay to make a bed. We both lay down and kissed, our bodies entwined, with eager hands exploring all the places we dare not touch in the daylight. His musky scent combined with the smell of hay was strong as I licked his salty neck. The moonlight shone upon his glistening body. I couldn’t get close enough to this young man I found so handsome. His hand grasped my throbbing cock and held it momentarily, looking into my eyes. Then he rose to his knees, knelt down and took my cock into his mouth all wet and hot. My breathing turned into panting. I pulled his body around so that his hard dripping cock was just inches above my face and I arched up to suck it as his balls brushed my eyes. I heard his breathing quicken and he began to moan and whimper. His body stiffened as he shot into my mouth. I suckled his cock like a hungry piglet as I swallowed his salty cum. Being so aroused, I too let loose what I was holding back and shot in his mouth.

We collapsed in a sweaty pile and just lay there for a few moments. He turned to face me as we lay in each other’s arms and briefly rested. Later, Jeff rolled over lying onto his back.

“Wow! That was my first time ever being with a guy. It was wonderful. I didn’t know sex with a guy could be so hot. I’ve been wanting to do that since I first met you,” said Jeff.

“The same for me. I thought you were totally straight at first, but then I noticed little hints of interest. I was afraid to pursue anything. It could have gone bad if I’d misjudged you,” I said.

“I’m glad you did Travis. This was the best night of my entire life,” said Jeff as he turned towards me and laid his head on my chest.

It was hot, but a slight breeze blew upon our naked bodies. I lay on my back as Jeff curled into a ball with his head on my chest and his arm draped across my shoulder. I stared out into the open field dimly lit by a bright full moon. A fog had gathered in the field beyond the trees. It was such a magical night. I hoped that the moment could last until morning, but knew sometime soon we would have to leave. I enjoyed feeling his weight upon me. I wanted him to sleep as long as he wanted. The longer he stayed there, the longer that he was mine.

The aroma of honeysuckle was so overpowering mixed with the dry hay. Even this long after dark the heat and humidity, contained the smells in a stagnant blanket of air.

Sweat spilled across my brow and dripped into my left eye. It stung and I wiped it with my grubby hand, caked with the day’s labor of sweat and dirt. So tired the blisters had not yet begun to ache. I felt his body heat uncomfortably adding to mine as we lay side by side in an abandoned hayloft not used in many years. It was so quiet this far out on the old Layson farm.

We both had fallen asleep. He woke up first holding me closer for warmth. The air chilled as a fog rolled in. We groped for our clothes in a clumsy half sleep state. There was an awkwardness in the moment. I hugged him tight to reassure him that this was not something dirty or bad. We were both tired and knew that it was soon time to stealthily make our way back to our own homes without being seen.

“We should be safe here,” he said looking out beyond the dirt path. The light of the full moon made the road visible quite a ways off. After putting on our clothes, we sat next to each other on the edge overlooking the fields below. Our legs dangling over the side swinging back and forth. I reached over and carefully placed my hand atop his. He leaned his head towards me and cocked his head and squinted with a slight smile then turned and faced forwards again.

“What was it like your first time? Were you scared?” he said.

His puppy dog eyes pleaded for honesty. I thought back to a time when I was barely seventeen. A roadside park on the far edge of town on the border of open farmland and the main road. To drivers passing-through this small town, Millersburg was merely an inconvenience or maybe an occasional pitstop for vital needs like gas. Our town had only one sit down restaurant and two stop lights. This particular park was one of my favorite places to go if I just wanted somewhere to think, but it was also a pitstop for truckers. On this one hot, late afternoon as the light became golden and the shadows of me and my bike stretched into long skinny giants. I rode in circles over and over wondering what my life might be like when I got older. But that afternoon I saw a man standing at the restroom door a fair distance away. He was watching me and not looking away. I was really scared, yet part of me was sexually excited. I got an erection and was shaking as I rode closer to him. I acted as if I didn’t see him. As I glanced back, I caught his gaze and then he nodded twice and motioned me over with his index finger. I pointed at myself with my eyebrows raised in a question mark. The reality of the moment terrified me. My knees got wobbly, I felt a slight quiver racing through me. My cock grew rock hard and I approached cautiously. He was a white man in his late forties with a deep tan. A truck driver perhaps, smoking camel cigarettes, and grew a goatee a bit too long. He wore dirty blue jeans, a dingy off white tank top and a Camel brand ball cap. He eyed me again and nodded with his head towards the door of the restroom. He reached down and grabbed his crotch. I laid my bike down and walked towards him. When I got near him he whispered, “Lets go inside.” He smelled of cigarettes and sweat and as I brushed past him, he felt my ass. The bathroom was made of white cinder blocks and had a stone floor that felt cool on my bare feet. I wore cut off blue jeans and a white t shirt. He was bigger than me and covered in so much body hair. I just barely started to shave, but this was a real man, more redneck and a bit seedy. He pulled me towards him and took my hand and led it towards his crotch.  Through his jeans I felt something massive and meaty. I was scared to death. I was afraid of being caught. The guy unbuttoned his dirty smelly jeans and let his pants fall to his knees. He wasn’t wearing underwear and a huge musky cock fell lose and dangled. He took my hand and placed it on his rock hard dick. It felt moist and hot. I was so turned on by it’s thickness and length. He then said, “Boy, get down there and suck it.” He took his hand and placed it on top of my head pushing my face down towards it. I looked around to see if anyone was near and let my mouth surround it. My own dick was about to explode on my short pants. I sucked it and he started to moan. His masculine stench was overpowering. I gagged and almost vomited.  After a while the guy pulled me up and as I stood there facing him, he started to unbutton my pants. I was scared. My short pants fell to the ground and then he pulled my briefs down. My cock was rock hard and he just said mmmmmmm. He got down and started to suck my dick and his fingers grabbed my ass and started to explore my ass hole.

“No, don’t… I don’t feel right about this,” I said, yet he kept on doing it. I got scared and said, “No, I really don’t want to do this.” I broke away and fumbled to pull my short pants back up.

“What’s the matter boy? You not done this before?”

“No, no I haven’t. I gotta go! I gotta go!” I ran to my bike and rode out of the park. I felt queasy and started to shake. I pulled over and threw up on the side of the road. I felt dirty, tainted.

I looked straight ahead and said, “Actually it wasn’t so fun for me the first time. I didn’t know the guy and he made me suck his cock. That was all that happened that first time because I felt so scared and ashamed that I threw up.”

“Wow! You did? That must have been horrible,” said Jeff turning to look at me.

“Yeah, it scared me, but I also knew I was attracted to guys and I didn’t want it to be like that, cheap and dirty.” I turned and looked in Jeff’s longing eyes, “It is not the same with us. I’m so turned on by you.”

“I never wanted to be gay,” Jeff said looking out at the moon. “I convinced myself that it was a phase I would outgrow someday. I dated girls thinking in time I’d learn to like it, but it didn’t happen. I mean I’m a Christian, my parents expect me to get married and have children. If my parents were to ever find out what I did tonight, I don’t know what I’d do. I couldn’t face them. Maybe someday I could bring myself to tell them, but not now.”

“I understand. I have my own fears. Most people aren’t so understanding, especially here in the south. I came out to my parents years ago and they basically disowned me. This can be our secret. No one needs to know. We just got to be careful.”

Little was spoken between us as we climbed down out of the old abandoned hay loft. Together we walked like zombies though the damp dewy tall grass. I caught up with Jeff and put my arm across his shoulder.

“You okay Jeff?”  

“Yeah, I think so….But let’s not tell anyone, okay?”

“Sure, so do you want to see me again?” I asked. This is the part that I dread. So many times this is as far as a date goes. Jeff stopped and looked at me.

“Travis, I really like you. I’ve had a big crush on you ever since I first saw you. I’ve been jerking off thinking about what it would be like to touch you. I want to see you again. Do you want to?”

“Yes, I do very much.”

Jeff smiled and hugged me “Good.”

We walked to where our cars were parked. No one had seen us in the darkness. We gave each other a quick hug.

“See you Tuesday at work,” said Jeff opening the door to his truck.

“You too handsome. Go get some sleep and enjoy the rest of the holiday weekend.”

We both got into our vehicles and drove off. I was giddy and elated as I sat in the car. My mind started to wonder how far this might go. It was a good feeling.  I turned on the radio and it was nearly 3:15 am. An old Al Stewart song, Year of the Cat, was playing. It made me feel so nostalgic as I drove off down bumpy country roads towards Nicholas county on this magical foggy night.

Meanwhile in Lower Manhattan, just after the janitorial vans left the parking garage of the World Trade Center, three unmarked black vans pulled into the parking garage. The driver’s side door of the first van opened. A man wearing dark blue overalls stepped out of the van eyeing the near empty parking stalls and, took a whiff of the pungent stagnant air. Adjusting his hat he uttered with a big sigh,

“Well, it’s almost over now guys.”