Field Work
Jordan closed the water tap and started carrying the rusted bucket back to the cornfield. The early afternoon sun was unforgiving, even in early spring, and Jordan was tempted to throw the water over himself. To feel the cool liquid go over his body, turning his dry fur nice and wet ... He resisted the allure of this image in his mind and hurried over to the parched field which obviously needed the water more than he did. Of all days for the irrigation system to break down it just had to be today, hadn't it?
Sweat trickled down his forehead and into his warm brown eyes. He switched the rusting metal bucket to another paw, feeling its significant weight pull his arm forwards, his muscles tensing up. The young Labrador wiped his forehead with a dirty bandana he kept in his back pocket. He usually loved working on Blue's farm, but was annoyed by these little inconveniences even though a part of him relished the challenge. Right now, that part of him was deep down inside of him - very deep down. He made a mental list of the chores left and sighed, throwing his head back a little, in exasperation. As he glimpsed the serene blue sky, he felt a large pebble underneath his left foot paw and all of a sudden the sky turned over. Before he knew it he was flat on the hard ground, his back aching and an unpleasant wet feeling across the lower regions of his tattered shorts. He could hear the now empty bucket rolling around next to him.
The sun was directly in his eyes. He groaned, thinking of the lost water and started to lift his forearm to cover his eyes, when a broad figure came between him and the glaring sun. The dark shape's horned head tilted slightly to the side, both paws resting on the hips. A deep, resounding voice said, "Smooth going" with the slightest hint of sarcasm and then chuckled.
"Shut up already, Blue, and lend me a hoof, will ya?" said Jordan, extending his arm. He was pulled up effortlessly and once his eyes got used to the normal light again, he saw Blue looking at him. The dark bull had a bemused grin on his face, his eyes on the wet patch on Jordan's crotch.
"Had a little... accident?"
"Care to have one of your own?" said Jordan, sending a clenched fist crashing into his open paw.
Blue eyed Jordan's fist slamming repeatedly against his paw, almost weighing his options. Jordan was a few years younger than the bull, and less muscled, but he knew that the Labrador could pack a mean punch if he wanted to. Surviving on the streets Jordan had grown up in and going through what the canine had experienced usually meant you could look after yourself very well. Otherwise you didn't have a very long future ahead of you. This was just one of the reasons the bull was glad chance had taken Jordan off the streets and brought him to the farm. Blue decided to stop teasing his mate for the moment and offered a warm smile. "Perhaps some other day", he said.
Jordan took a deep breath and calmed down. He picked up the empty bucket and started to head towards the tap again, a journey which now seemed ten times longer than before. He felt Blue's hooves close around his arm, holding him back. The Labrador looked up at Blue who was a few inches taller than him and asked, "What?"
"I'm sorry I was such an ass. I was just joking"
Jordan's tension washed away. He sighed. "I know. And I'm sorry I barked at you. I was just mad at myself really for being such a klutz. Now I'm going to have to go back to the tap for more water. Serves me right."
Blue shook his head, pulling Jordan closer to him and directing him towards the barn. "You need to clean up first. That can get very uncomfortable", he said, pointing at the canine's wet shorts. "Put them out in the sun, to dry. With this weather they'll dry up in no time at all."
Jordan rubbed the back of his head, dusting off some soil that clung to his golden fur which had lost some of its sheen. He scratched at the light tangle of wild beard that ran down to his throat, almost to his chest. Blue's eyes followed Jordan's paws as they went further and he dusted his off-white sleeveless shirt from more soil and dust. Patches of his sweat were turning the fabric transparent. Blue felt a movement in his lower regions, a warmth growing steadily warmer, then hotter. He grinned to himself and charged the unsuspecting Jordan who had started to yawn.
The moment the bulky bovine collided with the canine would have resulted in stars and loud onomatopoeic sounds were it to be drawn in a comic. The Labrador oomph'ed and landed on his back again. The bull fell on top of him, keeping his weight off of Jordan by sheer physical ability. Blue's muscular build hid his prowess and physical agility very well.
As Blue lay on top of Jordan, their muzzles an inch or so apart, the bull gave the Lab a sheepish smile. Jordan looked into his dark obsidian eyes, their mischievous glint dancing, and returned the smile.
"Let me guess - You couldn't help yourself...again"
"You know me too well," said the bovine, his smile broadening into a grin as he added, "Or maybe I used that line one time too often"
"A bit of both, I think," said Jordan as he dug his feet and shoulders in the soil and then lunged upwards, throwing Blue off him. The heavy bull hit the ground with a solid thud and before he knew it Jordan was on top of him, pinning him down.
Blue recovered from his surprise with his unfaltering smile. "Well that's never happened to me before!" he said, taking in the Labrador's musky scent.
Jordan moved in closer to Blue's face. "There is a good reason why I've been the best wrestler on the team these last five years, you know"
"Well, I do now!" said the bull. He ran his hooves over the canine's sculpted back. Quite a few good reasons actually, thought Blue. He lifted his head a little, his lips meeting Jordan's. The canine's lips were smooth and warm, soft as they welcomed those of the bull which were somewhat coarser. Jordan cupped the bull's face as he kissed him, feeling the rigid stubble on his firm jaw line, his cheeks, his chin... He ran his paws back and forth, feeling the stubble sway pleasantly underneath them.
His paws took a life of their own as they went further down, along the bull's thick neck, across his shoulders and then finding his chest. Jordan moaned against Blue as his paws rested on the solid softness of the bull's muscled chest. He slid his right paw through the arm openings of Blue's denim overalls and snuck it inside the warm pocket of body heat between the material and the shoulder pressing it into the ground. Blue's hooved digits were kneading Jordan's shoulder blades. The bovine's sturdy legs rose up, embracing the Labrador and massaging his sides with potent thighs pushing firmly but gently.
As their mouths parted slowly, Jordan made to raise his head and look into Blue's eyes. His movement pulled his weight downwards, the lower half of his body sinking deeper between Blue's legs. The bull instinctively tightened the grip of his legs around the canine's body. He grabbed Jordan by the shirt as the Lab lifted himself up, and yanked the garment over his head. Before his mate could fall back into his embrace, the bull threw his weight to the side, carrying Jordan with him. The parched grass crunched underneath them as they rolled. Soon they found a fresher, greener patch as they came to a halt beneath a large dogwood tree. They were in the cool shade. A very feint wind was tickling the branches of the tree, making it drop a few of its bright pink petals as if unable to resist letting a chuckle escape... Or was it giggling girlishly at the lovers carrying on at its trunk?
With Jordan underneath him, Blue got a sudden rush of adrenaline, his passion firing up. He dived into the canine's bare chest, putting his mouth to good work: nibbling at the tender flesh, teasing it with his teeth. Jordan writhed sensually beneath the bull's body, his paws running all over him and finally finding the buttons of his overalls. With two quick movements, the garment's flaps fell down to their owner's side, leaving the bull's upper torso exposed. The Labrador's paws were on their new mission in a flash - feeling the muscular bovine pecs, their turgid nipples hot to the touch. Jordan squeezed them, pulled at them and felt Blue harden against him. In response, Jordan himself turned even harder. He threw his weight to the side, reversing their positions.
Jordan smiled at the bull from atop of him, holding himself upon his strong arms as if doing pushups. His chest lay a few inches from Blue's face, hard nipples inviting the bovine to return the favour. Blue slid his tongue across Jordan's chest, feeling up the muscle and then the hard fleshy projections. He clasped his lips around a nipple, raised his coarse hand to the other, pressing and nibbling at them both. He pinched and squeezed and rubbed. He bit and teased and licked.
The Labrador melted on top of him, moving sensually as his back arched in pleasure. The delicious pain at his chest was matched only by the fire in his groin, his hardness making him ache as it pushed against the inside of his shorts. He whimpered softly as Blue bit into him with too much enthusiasm. He felt his cock give a violent lurch that met against the shorts, and that hurt, too. He had to let the beast out, or else bear the growing discomfort.
Jordan pulled his pecs away from the bull who was lost in his own world, his mouth still working furiously. Blue looked disappointed for a while, but Jordan immediately saddled him better. He sat on the bull's bare chest, his bulge a mere inch from his face. "Free me", Jordan said, barely audible, somewhat out of breath. At this, Blue reached out tentatively. He undid the semi-rusted button and then slid the fly down. He placed his hands inside the shorts, felt the amazing treasure they contained. The bovine pushed them back and Jordan raised himself, like a gymnast would, so that they fell down his hips. Blue immediately pulled them off Jordan and discarded them to the side.
The young Labrador was left in his underwear. White boxers outlined the erect cock underneath them - they could do nothing else as the canine's meat pushed determinedly to get out, first of its sheath then of them. Blue wanted nothing else in the world at that moment than to let Jordan's cock out in the open. Nothing that is, than to get at it, to be able to slip his lips around it and to taste it. He roared and lunged at Jordan, pulling himself up while carrying the canine with him. He slammed Jordan against the tree, knocking the breath out of him. Blue gave him no time to recover; his lips were on his, his tongue inside his muzzle as it savagely roamed over the other tongue. Jordan laughed, as best he could with the bull's tongue invading his mouth. Then he felt him grabbing his crotch, his strong fingers closing in, taking up his genitals. Jordan lost it. He returned Blue's passionate kisses and slurping. They pawed at each other, Jordan's back rubbing against the bark of the dogwood tree, as if to get rid of an itch. Jordan's itch was not in his back however; it was much deeper than that and with every ardent kiss and every flick of Blue's tongue, that itch grew steadily into a hunger.
Without warning, Blue fell to his knees, dragging Jordan's boxers with him. The boxers fell down, like the last defences of a mighty treasure. The Lab's puppymaker sprung forward, right in front of Blue's face. The bovine stared at it in awe, his beastly passion momentarily suspended. He stared at the cock rising out of its furry sheath, mighty and strong. It throbbed and it would soon be his...
Jordan closed his right paw over his cock, gripping it firmly. He applied strength, squeezing himself and making precum drip out. He sighed with a mixture relief and longing. His member was hard and it was pulsating, all glorious twelve inches of it as it ached to get to work. The Labrador waved his dick slowly, hypnotically, in front of the bull kneeled in front of him. Blue followed the erect cock's course, taking in the aroma it left behind it, which lingered in the air. The bull's coarse tongue poked out of his mouth and made contact with Jordan's boner. The Labrador slid himself between the bovine's lips.
Jordan gasped in pleasure as the bull's lips clasped around his meat and Blue started bobbing his head slowly. The Labrador didn't know how, but the bovine's mouth never failed to provide the suction that drove Jordan crazy with ecstasy. Over their time together, the seasoned bull had shown himself to have many, many tricks up his sleeves. He didn't stop to examine his partner's performance just then, but allowed himself to enjoy the sensations. He felt his hips move deeper into Blue's mouth and then slowly retreating as he enjoyed the gliding sensations. The rhythm soon picked up and he was thrusting into the bovine's face with a passion that few others could have handled. Blue was more experienced than he would care to admit, which was just as well because when his golden partner got lost in the heat of the moment it took all of Blue's stamina to keep up.
The bull pulled away for a minute and stripped off as Jordan maintained his lust by caressing his hard on against any area of Blue's skin that was available during the process. His jeans overalls and his boxers tossed aside, he was fully naked, his muscles gleaming with sweat and his erection impressively displayed, Blue went back to the task offered him. He slid his tongue inside the canine's slit, prodding around for pre-cum and savouring it when he found some. His partner groaned in that distinctive way of his that showed he was ready for the next stage. Taking the non-verbal cue, the mature bull swung his body around while still keeping his mouth at Jordan's service. The bovine's cock was right in front of the Lab's maw and he gladly licked at it before taking it in. As the two lovers tasted each other's meat, gently thrusting into each other, Jordan's paws were busy exploring the familiar curves of Blue's butt. Soon, they pried the two firm cheeks apart and one furry digit was sent in towards the bull's anal opening.
Jordan rubbed at the tender flesh with his finger tip and was rewarded by Blue's muffled moans. The bull's butt moved backwards, onto the canine's digit, blatantly showing his hunger to be entered. Jordan did not need to be asked twice: he slipped his finger into Blue's tailhole, tentatively at first but when this did not offer too much resistance, he slid in deeper. He wriggled inside of the big bull's warm anal passage, stretching the flesh and causing his partner's writhing to increase.
It was time for a second finger. As it slipped inside Blue easily, the bull knew that this would be one of their best sessions yet. The mature bovine was hung very well, even for a bull, and he had done his share of topping, but with Jordan it was a whole different ball game. The young male was exceptionally endowed and he was very capable of using his tool. The first time they were about to go all the way, Blue had difficulty in coping. As much as he had wanted the attractive young canine to take him, it had required some time. But now, after so many months in each other's company, they had worked things out. Blue could feel his ass aching to be taken, and he knew that this would be a good one. As the bull got up on his knees, his saliva still connecting him to Jordan's cock, the Labrador knew exactly what would happen next. The bovine turned to face his partner and then lifted one leg, placing it at Jordan's side so that he was astride him. The warmth of Blue's butt and his strong thighs over his abdomen was pure heaven, and having his puppymaker already aligned to the bovine's tail hole got him tingling with anticipation. He craved for that special first moment when Blue would impale himself onto him, the loosened anal ring opening around the hardened cock taking him in. As Blue raised himself an inch or two and thrust his hip backwards, Jordan began to pant.
The canine's paws rested on either side of Blue's hip and, without even knowing it, he was pushing his partner downwards. The tip of Jordan's cock head was already through the first ring of muscle, but Blue was not about to allow Jordan control over this phase. After that first inch of hot flesh was in, Blue steadied himself, preventing Jordan to push him downwards. Words failed him so he just shot the canine a meaningful glance - they had been through this before, and Jordan knew how Blue hated being hurried during this stage. He was so lost in the penetrating feeling that he took his time, feeling Jordan slide into him and parting his butt cheeks steadily. In a few minutes, the bull had engulfed his companion and they both sighed as Jordan hilted into Blue.
Body language so subtle it would not have even been perceived by a voyeuristic audience was enough to tell Jordan he had his partner's go-ahead. He thrust upwards in one forceful motion, sending his cock into Blue. The feeling was overwhelming. For the both of them, it seemed, because Jordan could feel Blue close in around him hungrily. The bovine laid his arms on Jordan's chest and wriggled his hips which carried Jordan's member with them. He pressed into the Lab's chest to raise himself upwards, preparing to impale himself over and over again.
Blue sighed, his breath growing gradually more rugged as he rode Jordan furiously. His hooved digits were kneading the canine's muscular chest, massaging him firmly in sensuous figures of eight that grew wider as the bull's lust grew fiercer. As he felt the delicious friction of Jordan's cock up his ass, Blue enjoyed the feel of his own extraordinary erection moving between their two bodies, dry humping the Lab's hard abdomen. But the dryness did not last long - a particularly deep thrust hit Blue's prostrate, sending him into seventh heaven and making his cock ooze precum like a leaking tap.
Jordan could feel and smell this, his efficient nose picking up all the scents of their love-making: the sweat of the two bodies as they moved on top of each other, Blue's breath as he panted on top of him, the arousing aroma of their testosterone - Jordan's as he fucked the larger, older bull and the bovine himself, lost in the throes of his passion. Underlying it all Jordan could still, somehow, detect the sweet summer smells riding on the subtle breeze which had picked up discretely sometime earlier while the two were lost in each other. Spring had only just made its way out and summer was merely beginning, but already it seemed promising. A more neutral nose could have taken note of the watermelons maturing leisurely in the field adjacent to this one but this was not the case now. Jordan opened his eyes and dug his feet in the semi-soft soil beneath the dogwood tree, feeling overwhelmingly alive as he connected with Blue, and also the tranquil sky above him and the warm earth beneath him.
"Blue, I can't hold it any longer!"
He might as well have been speaking to a mute giraffe because Blue could not answer back in words. However, he acknowledged Jordan with a trembling nod of his horned head and clamped his ass down on the canine's cock. He started jerking himself off as he tightened himself around Jordan's member. As he felt his own load at the tip of his cock, the bull ran his hoof down his thick sixteen inches and concentrated inside of the last part of their mating. His strong arms reached forwards and he grounded himself onto the soil at both sides of his young partner in this carnal dance. As his upper body moved upwards, so did his hips, running his tailhole over Jordan's stiff cock. The Labrador shuddered and the bull gave a powerful bellow as he slid down again, initiating a ferocious series of hip movements which pushed Jordan to his limits.
The dog started pumping upwards; all thoughts of back ache from his fall were forgotten, replaced by feelings of his imminent eruption. He relished the feeling of relinquished control, the lack of worries as the world simplified into a waterfall of pleasures. He lost all sense of sky, earth, greenery. There was no more street violence or loss in his past. There was no more past even, nor any future. Just the here and now as he was savagely thrusting into the warmth offered him. For a few seconds as he felt his seed squirt out of him, there wasn't even Blue linked to that warmth - it was just the feeling of release, or freedom from the torturous lust that had held him in its vice-like grip, teasing him mercilessly. He felt ropes of cum jet out of his body, travelling upwards into the bull's silky insides. His muscles had bundled up, transforming his whole body into one tightly wound muscle bent on one task and one task only as it sent the semen hurtling upwards. Soon he would relax, pleasantly exhausted and spent, but his companion was only just beginning.
Blue's ass was flooded by copious amounts of cum - not even the harsh fucking could desensitize him enough as to fail to feel the warm cream now lodged in him. Years of sexual experience had thought him a number of tricks, and he was proud of himself for having brought Jordan to the edge without either of them using the paws. It was not an easy accomplishment, but the mood had been just right, and he could feel the canine cock inside him twitch even as it unloaded itself. After all the physical pleasures of their session, it was this little gesture that had done it for Blue. He went off like a bomb, his hard cock fully unsheathed as he exploded. Thick gobbets of pearly cum shot out of him as he roared. Some of it landed on the earth, so unbridled had been his orgasm. Most of his ejaculation fell solidly on Jordan's belly and his chest. Its silvery quality complementing the gorgeous gold of Jordan's fur would not have failed to impress the artistically appreciative, yet neither of the two furs could have cared less for it there and then.
Jordan felt the bull's cum over his body and his cock gave a last series of lurches inside Blue. He was still as hard as oak wood, and the unexpected pressure at the bovine's prostrate spurred the bull onto a second, slightly weaker volley of cum. Some of him landed on the Labrador's muzzle and his rugged beard. He licked at it enthusiastically with his broad pink tongue. Even though it was from the last dregs of the bull's reserves, it tasted heavenly and he hungered for more. The dog raised his head as best he could and lapped at the tip of the bull's cock. His partner shuddered at the moist but rough flesh lapping at his member, but gritted his teeth, sliding himself in the canine's muzzle. Jordan sucked all the bull juice he could, keeping hard as he guzzled it down. When there was none left, he allowed his sucking to become softer. Even Blue's ass still around the Lab's softening hard on was relaxing.
The farmer moved his hips slowly, pulling himself off Jordan. As the cock head slid out of Blue's tailhole, canine cum trickled down the bull's thighs. He would clean it later. For now he lay down next to his younger but equally competent partner, resting his back against the tree's not-so-rough bark.
Jordan lay his head on top of the bull's furry chest and was ready to doze off. A sweet nap seemed like the only thing that could possibly make him feel any better after all the hard work and the energetic love-making with Blue. He yawned unashamedly.
"Mmmm... Thanks, bull."
Blue grinned softly as he stroked the Lab's sweat-soaked hair. "My pleasure", he said in the husky voice dripping with satisfaction.
Jordan turned onto his side and buried his face in the bull's chest, wrapping his left leg over one of Blue's. His paws found the bovine's semi-erect cock and he grabbed at it as best as he could. He gave it a tender squeeze and then moved his paw lower, cupping the large, furry ball sac.
"Your turn next time", he said before closing his eyes and allowing the almost indistinct rustle of the dogwood branches lull him into a sweet sleep while they let their delicate petals fall to the rich soil from which they had originated.