"I'll be down in a minute, Mrs Harris," Alex called sleepily. He tossed back the
sheet, slipping out of bed onto the cold timber floor, all the while grumbling
about not being cut out for these early mornings. He walked over to the window,
looking out to see the sky just brightening in the half-hour before the sun
emerged into the eastern sky.

Ever since Alex's mum and older brother had died when he was eight, his dad had
sent him down from Sydney to spend the summer school holidays with his mother's
mum and dad. Nan & Pop Brewer owned a large horse breeding stud in the Southern
Highlands of New South Wales, a large enough property that they also ran
thirty-five milking cows as a small side-line, and four sheep. As with any rural
property, early morning starts were needed from all hands, and Alex had to help
with the chores, just like anyone else.

Alex stretched as he turned and caught his reflection in the mirror, and even his
pyjamas couldn't hide the fine young form his body had at fourteen. The summers
working on his grand parent's farm had done that, and letters from his dad's
brother Peter encouraging him to play sports and stay fit. He'd taken up swimming
back at home, and it kept him toned between the summers of work. One other thing
his pyjamas couldn't hide was something that puberty had done in the last year.
His cock stood proudly at attention in the front of his clothing, as it did now
every morning, and despite still being somewhat embarrassed by it's rock hard and
very visible state, he also knew that relieving it would shortly have him feeling
very good.

He cautiously checked the hall outside his room, making sure everybody was out of
sight, then rushed his morning hard to the bathroom. He shucked his clothes and
reached in to turn on the shower, idly stroking his cock with one hand while he
used the other to check for when the water temperature had stabilised. He then
stepped into the hot water, hot enough to be just short of burning, and the
stinging heat on his chest was just the thing to wake up those tired and aching
muscles. He stepped back slightly, aiming the water directly at his crotch, and
the biting pressure of the spray had his member red and pulsing in seconds.

Alex softly stroked his balls with his left hand, using his right hand and a cake
of beauty soap to lather up his dick. He stepped slightly out of the water spray,
working up a good head of foam on his cock, then dropped the soap and
concentrated on bringing himself to climax.

His cock was rock hard now, and he could feel the big blue vein throbbing on the
underside, solid under the water, and he slid his hand up and down slowly,
enjoying the pleasure he was giving himself. He knew that it would only be a
short time before he would come all over the shower stall. He studied his meat as
he worked, thinking how he was proud when his swimming coach called him slug, and
how he strutted around the showers after practice. He'd seen the other boys
looking, and the PE teacher for that matter (which he thought had some
possibilities), and he was not a naive kid by any stretch of the imagination.
Knowing that he was an object of desire, he also knew a fourteen-year-old with
over seven inches in his pants was not the normal thing.

He was continuing this daydream as he stood playing with his soapy dick, the soap
making it feel slick and satiny, and he imagined he was slipping it into his
swimming coach's hot mouth back in the school changing rooms. Just as he began to
speed his strokes, commencing the high gear run to the finish line, the bathroom
door swung open and his grandfather stuck his head in.

"I'll be out in the milking shed, Alex," he said, as Alex swung to place his back
to his grandfather. "When you've finished with that and Mrs Harris has fed you,
come down and help me."

"Yes, sir," Alex stammered, and then blushed even redder because his voice had
sounded so guilty.

After the older man had left, Alex stood under the shower for another few
minutes. His dick had gone soft within seconds of Pop's entrance, but his face
stayed red for a long time. He could only mean one thing by saying when you're
finished with that. He had to have seen me playing with myself or did I turn
around fast enough and he was just guessing from my red face? He thought about
that as finished showering and dried himself, then got dressed and went down to
breakfast.

*  *  *  *  *  *

James Carmichael Brewer III paused in his bedroom that morning, thinking about
the sight he had just seen, as he collected his wrist watch. His young grandson,
hard and throbbing under the steamy water, jerking himself off.

Only fourteen, yet as big already as his own 59-year-old slugger, and that was
impressive. James knew his son-in-law, Alex's father, had a huge dick - a very
thick 9+ incher, and that Alex's elder brother Scott had been nearly as big, but
it was quite possible that the younger and sole surviving grandchild would be the
biggest of them all.

It made the older man sweat. Tragedy had dogged the family over the last six
years, death seeming to appear at every turn. First his daughter and older
grandson to a car accident on a wet night, then his wife of 30 years had
succumbed to cancer. He loved having his remaining grandson here for the summers
- he used it as a sort of reality check on his sanity, and he bent over backwards
to accommodate and help his son-in-law with everything he could as a thankyou for
allowing the boy to come. But now he felt it was starting to get dangerous.

You see, the horses and cattle (and don't forget the four sheep), were only a
very profitable sideline for the man. During much of the year, he was known as
Chief Justice James Carmichael Brewer III of the High Court of New South Wales.
What was the significance of this? After the very public and damming hearings of
the Royal Commission into Police corruption (including the protection of senior
public figures from paedophilia charges) it would be almost literal suicide to
have it come out that he had a weakness for teenaged boys.

It was something he'd buried deep in his past, something that he though he'd left
behind long before he ascended to the bench. But the weakness had still been
there, and had re-asserted itself a long nine years ago, resulting in a
three-year sporadic affair with Scott, his oldest grandchild. It shamed him, but
he got hard as he remembered the sex they'd had together, the joy he'd felt in
penetrating his flesh and blood, the tightness of the grippy ring of sphincter
muscle squeezing down on his engorged sex.

Scott's death with his mother in the car accident had created a wall somewhere in
Jim Brewer, somewhere that said that he'd never need another boy to love again,
because what he'd had with Scott was perfection cut short. But the death of his
wife two and a half years ago had unlocked the door on that something that again
he'd thought buried. Today's sight of a fully erect, and obviously masturbating,
Alex had set the wrecking ball swinging on the final walls he'd built to repress
that urge.

He vowed to himself that this time it would be different, that this time he would
not sully his grandchild with his unhealthy and illegal lust for boy flesh. He
would satisfy his craving as he had done for the past eighteen months, but he
knew, deep down in the very fibre of his bones, that he was addicted. Alex was
maturing into an irresistible itch that he just had to scratch, and Chief Justice
Brewer had never been known for not scratching his itches.

*  *  *  *  *  *

Breakfast that morning was bacon and eggs and pancakes and hash browns, with
toast and coffee and orange juice, and Alex wolfed them all down greedily. The
house-keeper, Mrs Harris, joked on how he ate anything that sat still long
enough, as she had joked almost every morning that summer on his eating habits,
and Alex replied that it was because he worked and swam so hard, as he usually
did.

She sent him off with a pat on the backside, and he hopped on a trail bike
outside the house and rode to the milking shed. The sounds of the machines could
already be heard from inside, and he stopped his motorbike next to the ute
belonging to his grandfather. One of the farms other four-wheel-drives was also
there, and that meant that Rob Wilson, Grandad's farm hand, was also there.

Rob Wilson had one of the best bodies Alex had ever seen. He worked out, and he
had a fantastic chest and arms to show for it. Whenever they were together, he
always talked to Alex about doing weights and keeping healthy, and made sure Alex
took off his shirt like he did, saying that you always looked better with a good
tan.

Grandad and Rob were moving a cow out of one of the milking bays, and Rob called
Alex over to help him push a new one in.

As usual, Rob had his shirt off despite the early hour, and sweat already
glistened on his upper body. His chest and arms bulged as he manoeuvred the next
cow into the stall, and the boy was slightly embarrassed to think that he had
fantasised about having sex with Rob some nights while he jerked himself off
before going to sleep.

"Rob and I are going to do the milking this morning, Alex," Jim Brewer said from
behind him, "so I want you to go up to the top barn and stack some of those new
bags of horse feed into the loft for me."

"Okay," Alex replied, turning and moving swiftly away from his grandfather. He
could feel his face flushing a deep red again at the double meaning that only he
had heard audible in his grandfather's words.

Rob Wilson watched the exchange silently, noting the too casual tone James Brewer
used on his grandson, and the almost guilty tone and blush that the boy responded
with. As he heard the trail bike roar away outside, he focused back in on his
boss. Jim Brewer had one of the sweetest arses Rob had ever had the pleasure of
fucking. Tight and well muscled despite his age, it could squeeze and milk a dick
like nothing he'd ever tried. Good fortune and an old magistrate up north
grateful for the regular blow jobs Rob had provided had led him to this farm
eighteen months ago, long enough after Brewer lost his wife for the man to need a
sexual outlet. He'd been happy to accommodate his new boss in the way he desired
in return for a place to stay and permanent employment.

But now he could sense a new sexual tension in Brewer, and it was obvious it had
to do with the man's grandson. Something had changed overnight between the two,
and whatever it was, it stood out like a 10" dick at a short arm inspection. It
surprised Rob, for he'd always thought of the Judge as an archetypal bottom man,
not really interested in fucking; rather preferring to take it in the rear as
hard as someone could ram him. In all the time he'd been there, he'd only fucked
Rob ten times, and made no complaint about the unfair division of pleasure.

In fact, this was so surprising a development, that Rob had to re-evaluate his
entire opinion of his boss. It was obvious that some people knew he was a closet
homosexual from way back (Rob had been referred to him by a magistrate of similar
persuasion), but Rob had also in the last year been slowly accepted in to a small
local group. A group of prominent people in this area who also liked their sexual
pleasures to stay out of the courts and more importantly out of the media. He'd
been a welcome and sought after addition, for the simple fact that he was hung,
and he could fuck like a bull, and older men (the ones not into boys) craved that
like nothing else. But none of this group knew of his affair with Brewer, and
Brewer didn't know of Rob's involvement with these men. Until this morning, he'd
have sworn the two knew nothing about each other at all, but now he wondered.

"What's up with the boy?" Rob asked his boss.

"What do you mean?" Brewer answered.

"He blushed red when you spoke to him, and you wouldn't look him in the eye. What
happened?"

"I walked in on him in the shower this morning. Caught him jerking off. He spun
around on me, but not before I got a good eye full."

"So, what's he packing down south?"

"God damn it, Rob," Brewer said angrily, "there are things that I won't do, and
pimping my grandson is one of them. If you fuck around, that's fine, but if you
touch the boy, you'll find out just what happens when you cross a senior judge."

"Jesus, Jim, lighten up. You can tell the kid's packed just by looking when he's
in those old jeans. I was just curious."

"Well you had that predatory tone in your voice you use when you're ready to fuck
and stalk me around the property waiting for my arse."

"Relax. I won't force myself on him or try to seduce him. He's safe from my
unwanted attentions. I promise."

Brewer relented. "About seven inches already, fairly thick like his dad."

"Just a nice mouthful."

"I'd imagine he would be," the judge finally replied.

"When are you going to find out?"

"I doubt I will. It's just too risky for me, no matter how much I may want to.
Besides, it's my grandson that we're talking about. Colin places a lot of trust
in me, sending his son here for three months a year, and it's an abuse of that
trust that I wouldn't commit. It would be just too... evil I guess. It would be
like knowingly sentencing an innocent man to death. It's not something that I'd
want to do"

Rob heard the words, and the conviction behind them, but he'd also seen the lust
and longing in Brewer's eyes. He knew it was only a matter of time before the
judge was bedding the boy.

*  *  *  *  *  *

Alex made his way by trail bike to the top barn. Originally built to stable
thirty horses, now it was the old stable and only held twelve and their supplies
of feed and a prize winning Merino sheep that seemed to be as old as Alex. Alex
started to stack the feed bags on the pallet attached to the pulley; it was hot,
sweaty work, and he soon removed his shirt.

As he worked, his mind wandered, and he found himself thinking of Rob and his
fantastic body. Last year, he'd come out to this barn late one night to be alone,
and he'd heard strange sounds coming from the end stall. He'd snuck through the
barn and climbed into the loft, and watched an amazing thing.

In the end stall, Rob had been fucking one of Grandad's prize sheep. Rob had been
naked, with sweat glistening all over his body, from the wide, well muscled
shoulders down to the small tapered waist, across his taunt tight arse cheeks,
and his muscled butt had clenched and unclenched as he thrust deeply into the
softly bleating sheep in front of him.

Alex had been both disgusted and mesmerised, not able to make a move or sound, as
Rob thrust his rock hard pole into the animal.

And that pole was worth watching, too. Almost as big as his dad's, at about
eight-and-a-half inches, it seemed as thick as the cock on the prize bull that
came to service the cows. Thicker around than Alex's wrist, it thrust in and out
of the sheep, red smears streaking it, making it seem even bigger.

Thinking about that time made Alex horny, and when he finished loading the sling
for the third time, he moved up to the loft and hauled up the feed. When he had
it stacked in its' new storage space, he moved to the back of the loft and
stretched himself out in the comfortable dried grass and straw.

He unfastened the button-fly on his jeans, working them open, and reached into
his pants to find his cock already semi-hard. He wrapped his hand gently around
it, slowly and softly pumping himself until it was fully erect.

He closed his eyes and stroked himself slowly, fantasising that it was Rob that
was holding his cock, and that it was just the start of a hot fuck session
between the two guys. In his head he gave a speaking part to Rob, the older guy
complimenting him on the size of his cock and the amount of pre-come it oozed. He
spread it around the head and down the shaft to make it easier to jerk, and with
his other hand he fondled the boy's balls and rubbed his arse cheeks and made
himself hot and ready to get it on.

The fantasy was getting Alex really horny; he knew that he wouldn't be able to
take much more without coming all over himself, especially after the interrupted
session this morning in the shower. He kept his pace slow and steady, and moaned
Rob's name out loud as he fondled his own balls. He twisted himself up in the
straw, bringing his knees up so he could get his other hand around to his
puckered little hole, and when he was comfortable, He sucked his finger to get it
good and wet.

His Rob fantasy was really getting him off now, and as he withdrew his now
sopping finger from his mouth, he moaned out loud again.

"Oh God, Rob, stick that finger up my arse, fuck me with that hand of yours. I
need that finger up my boy-cunt so bad." (okay, so it's a cliche. The kid's
fourteen-years-old and fourteen-year-olds speak in dirty magazine cliche's - so
give me a break. AUTHOR.)

His finger probed at his little puckered cunt, so moist from his saliva and the
pre-come from his cock that only minor pressure eased it past his tight ring of
muscle. He slowly slid the digit in as far as it would go, the pulled it back out
until only the tip remained, then slid it back in again.

All the while, as one hand smoothly manipulated his rock hard cock, and the other
stretched his needy boy-cunt, he fantasised that Rob was the one violating and
pleasing his young, hot, randy body. His moans got louder now, as it was only a
matter of moments before he would have to shoot his creamy load.

Then, just as he was about to bring himself to a shattering climax, he heard
movement in the straw to his side. His eyes sprang open and his head snapped to
the side, and Alex was horrified to see Rob Wilson standing watching him from
about five meters away. So for the second time that day, he went absolutely soft.

*  *  *  *  *  *

"Mind if I join you, baby?"

Rob was naked, his body primed for action. Alex's eyes widened as they lowered
from his glistening, sweaty chest to his stomach, rippled like a washboard and
about as hard, then further down to get his first really good look at that cock
he had secretly dreamed about.

He'd seen it before, like when he'd caught Rob with the sheep, but now the thing
stood hard and proud, jutting from a crotch devoid of any hair. It was even
larger that Alex had thought, at least nine inches long, straight and incredibly
thick, with a massive mushroom head that was a violent purple colour.

Pre-come already dripped from the giant piss slit, and Rob moved his hand down
and smeared the come around to make his cock glisten like expensive crystal.

"How...how long have been watching," Alex stammered, his cock now growing hard
again in his fist despite his embarrassment.

"Long enough to hear you moaning my name, baby doll, and with a body a cute as
you've got, I wouldn't want you to dream when you can have the real thing."

Rob had promised Brewer that he wouldn't force himself on the boy or try to
seduce him, but if the kid was already fantasising, already hot and ready to pop
a load, well, all bets were off. He walked the last few steps through the straw
to where Alex was stretched out, and knelt at the boy's side. He reached out and
pulled the young boy's hands away from his body, bringing up the finger that had
been in the young, virgin arse and slipping it into his mouth, sucking it gently,
loving the sweet taste of that young boy-pussy on his tongue.

"Just lay back kiddo, and I'll fix you up nice and easy, like."

Alex laid back into the straw, making room for Rob to straddle him, knees on
either side of his shoulders, huge horse cock swinging like a pendulum above his
head, ready for worship. The boy had dreamt about it for so long, that he didn't
even have to be told. He opened his mouth wide, tongue searching outwards,
managing to get a lick on the crown as Rob lowered himself into range. The
muscled farmhand grasped his cock at the base, directing it down into the waiting
mouth of the panting boy.

The lips clamped down around it, suckling like a baby at the teat, as he pulled
the giant member into his salivating orifice. Alex's cheeks bulged out, Rob
groaning out loud in pleasure as the inexperienced but eager tongue lapped around
his dick. He pushed more into the boy, and Alex gagged slightly as it hit his
throat, but Rob changed his angle of attack, and slowly pushed onward.

His slow thrust continued to be resisted. "Boy, when I push, you swallow. Just as
if you were eating a hot-dog." He pushed again, and felt the boy swallow. The fat
head popped into the boy's throat, and he tried to cough it back up, but now Rob
was holding the back of his head, telling him to swallow, and the shaft slowly
followed, until finally Alex's nose was jammed up against Rob's shaved belly.

"Get used to the feel boy, because from now on, you'll be spending a lot of time
with a big cock jammed down your throat..."

Alex was too busy to reply. Despite the extreme difficulty he was having
breathing, or maybe because of it, he'd never been as excited as he was now. He
kept his face in close to Rob's smooth groin, sucking and licking and working his
lips over the length of the big cock in his mouth.

He allowed his hands to stray over the larger man's body. At first, he had simply
rested them against Rob's straining thighs - and that had been pleasant for Rob's
thighs were smoothly muscled like the rest of him - but as he continued with his
task, he felt his hands take off of as if of their own free will. They traced a
path over the tight belly and chest, up to his muscular shoulders and down his
arms to feel his hard biceps - then back down to his thighs to start all over
again.

He really took to sucking cock. Never could he have dreamed, even in his fantasy,
that the taste of a smooth hard shaft sawing into his throat would turn him on so
much. But just when he was really getting into it - figuring out the angle to
hold his throat at, the action to move his tongue in - Rob rudely yanked his
shaft from the hungry receptacle. It towered over his face, glistening wetly with
the saliva and mucus that coated it thanks to his efforts.

Rob panted hard as he withdrew, for a novice, the boy had been good enough to
make him want to blow a load right down his throat as a reward, but he knew what
he had to do now. "Well boy, I must say, you show a real promise there, but I
want something more now." He moved down till he crouched between the boy's knees.
"You just put your pretty little knees up on my shoulders boy..." he smiled as
Alex tentatively did what he asked, "Now I'm going to juice up your little bung
and get you ready for me."

Rob moved slowly now, slipping his tongue into the boy's tight little hole, and
Alex squirmed and moaned as he felt first one finger, then two, join the tongue,
pushing the saliva into his quivering hole. Alex lay there dreamily. Rob's gentle
actions were delightful. He wondered why it had never felt quite so good when he
did it to himself.

But now the fingers had been withdrawn and he felt Rob's hard cock at his
entrance...

"Just relax, boy. Relax the muscle just the same as when my fingers were inside
you. Yes, that's it. Now push out like you what to shit... it'll open your muscle
even further... Yes, excellent. Now here I come boy..."

*  *  *  *  *  *

Alex gasped, and opened his mouth to scream. He had thought it would hurt at
first, but this was agony. Rob heard his moan, and felt the sharp spasm around
the blunt head plugged into the boy, and reached up and clamped a hand over the
boy's mouth. But despite the extra pleasure this spasm caused, he paused for a
moment. The boy was hurting, and it had to be good for him too, or he wouldn't be
begging for more like Rob wanted.

"It'll hurt for a moment, boy, so I'll go easy... but your little bung will get
to know me well real soon." He pushed again, a little harder this time - and was
delighted to fell the ring give way for his shaft, and two more inches sank into
the boy.

Alex moaned again, but as Rob shafted more cock into him inch after slow inch,
the pain began to gradually subside. Rob judged the time was right and took his
hand from the boy's mouth. Alex, now getting into the feel of having his arse
crammed full of cock, and wanting the big farmhand right up inside him, put his
hands on the Rob's arse cheeks - and pulled him right on in.

Once fully inside, Rob paused, leaning down and kissing Alex on the mouth,
allowing his muscular body to rest on top of the boy's, savouring his lean flesh
as the two lay joined at the cock and arse by that rampant shaft.

But Alex didn't want any of that. Now that the pain was gone, he wanted to be
fucked. And fucked he was going to be. He jerked his hips up to meet Rob's cock,
signalling to the huge man that he wanted him to go on...

"Please Rob, fuck me please..."

"You like my big cock in your chute, boy? You like me with my rod jammed up into
your little bung?"

"Oh, it feels great, Rob, just like I'd always dreamed, but better. Please, Rob,
please, shaft me with it, please. Don't tease me... fuck me."

"Oh, boy, you don't have to worry about that. I'm gonna fuck you alright boy.
Fuck you all afternoon if that's what it takes."

Alex had dreamed of this for months, and now, experiencing it with Rob, it was
better that he'd ever imagined it could be. What he had to offer was such a
turn-on. His gigantic body with its massive muscles. His enormous cock, now so
wonderfully reaming out his bunghole.

Right now, there was nothing but the gigantic cock filling his rectum to
capacity. As Rob completed each downward stroke, Alex felt his body stuffed to
full measure. Each time he made Rob pause there a while so he could savour the
feeling of absolute fullness, raking his hands up and down the huge back and the
full, rounded buttocks, squeezing them in his passion.

"You like my cock, eh boy?"

"I like it, Rob. I want to feel it in me every day. It's all I need to make me
feel good..."

"Every day, hey boy. Well, I think you're in for a most pleasant surprise. I
think you'll have no trouble getting takers for this tight little bung of yours."
He began fucking the boy in earnest then, pumping his cock deep inside the boy
while Alex rammed his hips up to meet the massive pumping thrusts, anxious to get
every inch of Rob's cock inside him.

All too soon, Rob felt his seed welling up inside his now churning balls, ready
to spray a super-heated load up into the boy's insides...

"Are you ready for me to dump my load up into you, boy? Are you ready to feel my
seed squirting up into your boy-pussy?"

"Oh, yeah Rob, fill me with cum..."

Rob's big balls churned mightily, and as he shafted in and out of the tight
boy-sheath at a frantic pace, he stood right on the cusp of a massive orgasm. He
bellowed like a wounded animal as he tipped over the edge, and Alex felt the huge
cock swell further inside him, scalding his guts with a huge steaming load of
precious ball-juice. "Oh baby... there it is... there it is, can you feel my cum
spraying your insides?"

Alex cried out on his own, Rob's spurting load bringing him to his own shattering
climax without his hand having touched his cock.

Rob shuddered with delight as the last spurts of his cream were milked from his
dick by the boy's quivering love-chute, clenching and vibrating in the
spontaneous orgasm that his first fucking had caused. He watched amid his own
lingering joy, the boy's copious seed spraying their chests and bellies. The
warm, white juices of blossoming youth ended up coating them both.

Once both had regained the first semblances of breath, Rob looked down into the
dreamily happy face of the boy beneath him, his still hard shaft buried deep in
the boy's still very tight chute. The kid had a tendency to talk in fuck-book
cliches when he was in the middle of a reaming (see, even Rob noticed), but other
than that, Rob decided he was infinitely trainable. He scooped up a large dollop
of cum off the Alex's chest, bringing it up to the boy's lips, watching them
open, sucking in the offering with a still undiminished hunger.

"Well boy," Rob said, "how did you like that? Better than your finger and
fantasy, eh?"

"Oh Rob, it was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Rob pumped his cock once in the boy's arse. "Well it's not over yet, baby. Why
don't you roll over onto your hands and knees and we'll see if we can do it again
from another angle...