Jake


by Bakerboy <Bakerboy17@hotmail.com>

My mother always said that I was a real heart breaker. Of course, when I was little I didn't have any idea what she was talking about. By the time I was old enough to understand, it didn't matter. Living on a farm in the most desolate area of South Dakota, where the nearest neighbor was over five miles away, didn't give me much opportunity to use my good looks for anything. Besides, growing up with two older brothers taught me a lot about humility. Still, I couldn't help but notice the looks I got from the women (and a lot of the men) when we'd make the occasional trip into town for supplies.

Living on a farm didn't leave much time for things like dating and having fun with friends. My dad always had a long list of chores for me to do after school and on weekends, and they had to be done before any time could be set aside for fun. It only got worse when my brothers went away to college and I was the only boy left to help around the farm. That's when dad hired Jake to help out around the place.

I guess you could say that I was a naïve country boy. My _s_e_x_ual experience up to this point was completely nil. Oh sure, I'd discovered what my right hand was for when I was about twelve and certainly didn't let the knowledge go to waste. But, I'd never dated a girl or anything. In reality, there was only one girl close to my age in the area and she bore a resemblance to my dad's prize pig. Going to high school didn't help with girls either. There was only one high school in the county and my class was made up of seven boy's and one girl, who made Miss piggy look like a beauty queen.

Thinking I was gay never even occurred to me. There wasn't any other boy's to mess around with except my brothers who were both six years older than me (twins) and they pretty much ignored me. I did have a general idea of what two guy's could do together from the things I heard at school, but never had the opportunity to try it for myself. Hell, I hadn't even seen another guy without clothes except my brother Jason, and that was completely by accident.

The first time I saw Jake, I couldn't believe how good looking he was and I was completely enamored by him. He was tall, had coal black hair, and the bluest eye's I'd ever seen. He'd grown up on a farm in Iowa and the heavy work showed in his arms. They were massive. He was strong as an ox and had this deep booming voice that belied his gentile nature. I made a point to spend as much time around him as possible.

Being around someone like Jake made me feel almost puny. I'd inherited my mothers genes and had the metabolism of a ferret. No mater how much food I ate, I couldn't gain any weight. I stood almost six feet tall and weighed all of one-hundred-fifty pounds. Of course, with all the work I did around the farm I wasn't a weakling. My body was lithe and well defined like a swimmers. But, next to Jake, I felt pretty small.

One day, after all my chores were done, I decided to take it easy at the pond and do a little fishing. The fish weren't biting and so I laid back on the bank and just stared up at the clouds. I could hear Jake, on the tractor, working somewhere in the field. The distant drone of the machine was almost hypnotic and I quickly fell asleep. A while later, something woke me and I opened my eyes. Once I adjusted to the light, I found myself looking straight at Jake, who was leaning on the tractor with his overalls down, stroking his enormous _c_o_c_k_. He obviously hadn't seen me and didn't know I could see everything he was doing. Without thinking, I sat up and looked right at him.

There was a sudden flurry of movement as he attempted to cover up, and he started screaming at me, "Jesus Christ, boy! What are you doing sneaking up on me that that?"

Shocked by what I'd seen and his obvious anger, I wasn't sure what to say and struggled with an explanation. "I....fell asleep," I finally managed to get out.

"You nearly scared the bejeezus out of me," He said, walking toward me.

"I didn't mean to," I explained. "I was fishing and fell asleep."

Grabbing me by the arm and yanking me to my feet, he said, "You spying on me boy?"

"No sir," I answered meekly. "When I woke up you were already standing there."

I think he finally realized that what had happened was purely accidental and I saw the fury in his eye's start to fade. "You shouldn't be sneaking up on people like that," he growled. "You shouldn't have seen what you did." Getting real close to my face, he added, "and you better never tell anyone that you did, you hear me?"

Taking a deep breath, I said, "yes sir."

"Cause if you do," he continued. "I'll beat your ass till it bleeds."

"I won't say a word, Jake," I managed to say in a feeble voice. "I promise."

Looking me straight in the eye, he said, "it will be your ass if you do."

He let go of my arm and abruptly started back toward the tractor. I just stood there on two trembling knees trying to breathe. There was no doubt in my mind that he had meant what he'd said and there was no way I was going to cross that man. I'd never had a spanking, much less been threatened with one, and I wasn't about to press the issue.

Just as he reached the tractor, he spun around and told me to go back home. I couldn't help but notice the that the front of his coveralls were tented out by the remnants of his massive erection. I'd obviously interrupted what he was doing before he'd finished. Not waiting to see any more, I quickly gathered my fishing equipment and almost ran to the house. It wasn't until I was in the relative safety of my bed room that I realized my own _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard and begging for attention.

Jake never mentioned the incident again and acted like nothing happened. But, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I'd never seen another mans erection before and was almost in awe by its size. At night, I'd lay in bed with my hand wrapped around my own _c_o_c_k_ and imagine it was his. For some strange reason, I wanted to touch it and feel it throbbing in my hand as it spewed forth his seed. I would have given anything to see it again.

Several weeks later I went fishing at the pond and sat there thinking about Jake. No one was around and I decided to take matters in hand. Moments later, I was laying there with my pants down around my knees stoking for all I was worth. Just as I was really getting into it, I closed my eyes and Jake was there, completely naked. This time, instead of seeing him jerk-off, I imagined that I was draped over his knee being spanked like a little boy. When I finally came, it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. Afterwards, I realized that I had been flailing my legs in concert with my fantasy as I erupted onto my chest.

To say I was bothered by the fantasy was an understatement. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I was certain it wasn't something you were supposed to think about during _s_e_x_. I'd never even had a real spanking and here I was dreaming about getting one. The whole situation scared me, but not enough to stop the fantasies from happening again and again. From then on, I never thought about anything else while I jerked off, except being spanked by Jake. The harder the spanking, the more intense the orgasm.

Just before we were supposed to harvest, my parents announced that they had to go to Des Moines on business and would be gone for a few days. Since I was sixteen, they decided that I could take care of myself and should stay home to help Jake with the farm. I would have liked to go, but I knew it was more important to help Jake. Harvest time gets very busy on a farm and it isn't the time to go on a vacation.

After my parents left, Jake and I were busy mending a fence, when he said, "something been bothering you boy?"

Somewhat surprised by the question, I said, "I don't think so, why?"

Jake turned those blue eye's toward me and said, "the way you've been acting lately has me worried. Are you sure nothing's bothering you?"

"I'm fine, Jake," I said. "Really."

"You haven't told anyone about the other day have you?" He asked with a serious tone in his voice.

"No sir," I said. "I'm not going to say anything about that to anyone."

"Good, good," he said, patting me on the shoulder. "I suppose I owe you an apology for getting so worked up. It's just that you surprised me."

"It's ok, Jake," I said. "Apology accepted."

"All men need to do that once in while," he explained. "But, you probably know that already, don't you."

Turning a bright shade of red, I said, "Yeah, I know."

Going back to work, neither of us said anything for a while. But I couldn't stop thinking about that day and what he'd said. Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat and said, "Jake, do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Ask away, sport," he answered with a grin.

Speaking softly, I said, "Would you have really.....I mean, would you....."

"Would I what?" he said, looking up at me.

Swallowing hard, I blurted out, "Would you have really.....spanked me?"

Jake laughed. "Nah," he said. "As much as I would like to, and as much as you need it, it's still your daddies job to do it."

"You'd like to do it?" I said, my eye's growing big and round.

"Absolutely," he said with a grin. "I'd love to get you over my knee. But, like I said, it's not my place. It's your dad's."

"He's never spanked me," I admitted.

"That's too bad," Jake said, again looking right at me. "Every boy needs an occasional trip across a mans knee to keep them on the straight and narrow path. Especially at your age."

"But don't they hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah, they hurt," he said, with a laugh. "But, they do a lot more good than harm. At least that's what my dad told me every time he walloped my ass. I said the same thing to my nephew before laying into him, too."

"You've spanked someone?" I gasped.

"Sure," he said, grinning again. "I gave it to that boy more than once over the years."

I just stood there looking at him, and tried to absorb everything he said. Jake's words had excited me and I tried to draw this mental picture of his nephew being dragged across his lap for a spanking. Every time I tried to see the boy's face it blurred beyond recognition, only to reappear as my own, twisted in pain from the beating. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality and realized that Jake was saying something to me.

"You haven't heard a word I've said have you?" he said, a frown spreading across his face.

"Huh?" I stumbled with the words. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"I said," he repeated. "Is that what you've been worried about?"

Confused, I said, "What?"

Shaking his head, he said, "Have you been worried about me giving you a spanking?"

"Worried?" I said, "No, that's not it at all."

"What is it then," he said, giving me this funny look.

"Well, ah.....I.....ah," I just couldn't find the words.

"You haven't been wanting one have you?" he asked, bluntly.

I suddenly felt something warm rush across my face. Knowing I was probably bright red, I tried to speak, and couldn't. All I could do was stand there and look back at him.

"So that's it," he said, breaking into a grin. "You've been wanting a spanking. Probably been shooting your load thinking about it, haven't you?"

The words wouldn't come. All I could manage was a feeble nod of my head. But, the admission was out and I could breathe again.

"I know that feeling myself," he said, breaking into a grin. "Well, any time old Jake can help you out with it, you just let me know. I'd be more than happy to oblige you."

My face had to be bright red. I couldn't believe that Jake had guessed what I'd been dreaming about and what I'd been doing during those visions. His offer to spank me took me totally by surprise, too. My head was spinning with what he'd said. Then, I remembered his saying that he "knew the feeling himself" and it finally occurred to me that he must have had the same thoughts. Why else would he say that? Nah, that had to be my mind playing tricks on me. Who would try to spank Jake?

The topic of conversation had its effect in my lower regions as well and I quickly realized that I'd been standing there with the front of my pants sticking straight out. Seeing Jake's eyes staring at the bulge almost put me into a panic, "My God," I thought. "He knows I've got a boner!" Without thinking, I instantly covered the front of my pants with my hands and tried to hide my obvious state of excitement.

Jake burst out laughing. I'd never seen anyone laugh that hard before and I knowing that I was the cause of his mirth didn't set well. My embarrassment was complete. Not only did he guess that I fantasized about being punished while I jerked-off, he'd also seen the evidence of my excitement pushing out the front of my pants and he'd found them both hilarious. His laughter shredded my fragile teenage ego and I was about ready to cry.

Seeing my reaction, Jake brought his laughter under control and he said, pointing to the protrusion in my pants, "don't worry about that, it happens to all of us guy's."

Still beet red, I almost shouted at him, "It's not funny, Jake!"

"Hey," he said, his voice sounding serious again. "Don't give me an attitude boy. You seem to forget what you've seen me do. I'm not making fun of you, I'm just surprised to find someone out here in the middle of nowhere that's into spanking."

"I'm.....not into spanking," I managed to say, trying to defend myself.

Jake smiled again, and said, "Sure you're not. That's why you're standing there trying to hide the fact that you've got a hard-on."

"Ah.....I.....ah," I stuttered.

"Listen," he said softly. "I don't give a _d_a_m_n_ about what you get off on. I sure won't tell anyone about it."

With that, he went back to work without saying another word. By the end of the day, my embarrassment faded and things were pretty much back to normal. Although, I still couldn't forget what he'd said about "knowing the feeling himself," and I wondered what he'd actually meant.

After putting the tools away and finishing up for the night, he said, "How about a beer?"

"My parents would never let me have one." I answered.

"They aren't here," he said. "And I think it would be OK."

"In that case," I said with a wide grin. "I'd love one."

I followed Jake into his cabin and watched as he opened two beers. Handing me one, he said, "Just how old are you anyway?"

Thinking he was going to take the beer away from me, I quickly answered, "Almost seventeen."

"Well," he said, giving me a little wink. "I guess that's old enough to drink a beer."

Like I said, my parents would never have let me drink a beer if they'd been there. Somehow though, it seemed right to be sitting there with Jake after a hard day's work sipping the cold liquid and talking about the farm. By the third beer, our conversation turned toward other things besides farming, and Jake said, "So, you got a girl friend or anything?"

I felt that familiar warmth race across my face and said, "Nah."

"Why not?" he asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"You seen the girls around here?" I asked in return with a wide toothy grin. "They're all ugly as sin."

"Ugly or not," Jake said, "A boy has needs that a girl can certainly help with."

"Like what, _s_e_x_?" I said, trying to stifle a giggle. "_s_h_i_t_, I'd rather _f_u_c_k_ one of my dad's sheep as get near any of the girls around here, they're better looking."

"So you've never been laid?" he asked.

"Nope," I answered truthfully. "Never really thought about it, I guess."

"What about boys?" he asked, looking straight at me. "Ever do anything with one of your friends?"

"You don't do stuff like that around here," I explained. "It's a good way to get yourself beat-up."

"You've thought about it though, haven't you?" he pressed.

After having three beers, my tongue was pretty loose, and I said, "Yeah, I've thought about it, I suppose."

"Most guy's do," Jake said, smiling. "I know I sure did."

"Oh?" I said, surprised. "You ever done anything with another guy?"

"Sure," he admitted. "A few times."

I just sat there looking at him. Somehow, I couldn't picture Jake doing anything like what I'd heard the guy's at school talking about. He just didn't seem the type. Suddenly, I felt like he was playing some game with me and was lying just to see my reaction. "Bull!" I blurted out. "You're just feeding me a story aren't you?"

"Not at all," he said. "I've had my share of experiences."

"Are you serious?" I said.

"Absolutely," he answered. "The first time it happened, I was a couple of years younger than you are."

"What did you do?" I asked, almost unbelieving what he'd said.

"I let some older guy spank my bare ass and then sucked him off," he explained bluntly.

"He spanked you?" I gasped.

"I told you this afternoon that you weren't the only boy who ever thought about being spanked," he said. "It was all I ever thought about. Of course, now that I'm older, my thoughts are a bit different."

"Oh," I asked. "How?"

Looking back at me, he said, "Now I just think about doing the spanking myself."

"Are you kidding?" I said.

"I'm not kidding you," he said. "And I'll tell you something else, I've thought about putting you over my knee a few times, too."

"Me?" I gasped. "Why me?"

"Why not you?" He asked. "You can't honestly say you haven't thought about it yourself, can you?"

"I.....uh.....well.....uh.....no," I said, stumbling over the words. "I've never done anything like that."

"I'm not saying we should," he began. "But, you have to admit that it's a great idea. After all, you think about being spanked and I think about doing the spanking. It would be a perfect fit."

"I don't know, Jake," I said. "What would we do?"

"Well," he said. "I could give you a nice little spanking and then we could let nature take its course."

"Wouldn't it hurt?" I asked.

"Probably," he said, smiling. "Spankings can be a bit painful. But, I wouldn't spank you that hard since it would be your first time."

"You're serious aren't you?" I asked, wanting to make certain.

"Come inside with me and I'll show you just how serious I am," he said, flashing me this evil little grin.

I just sat there staring back at him with my mouth gaping open, not able to say anything. Jake stood up and slowly walked into the cabin, letting the screen door bang shut behind him. Suddenly, I was alone on the porch having to make a decision. Either I go inside and discover what waited for me, or leave and head back to the safety of my house. Either way, my relationship with Jake would never be the same.

My head was spinning as different thoughts raced through my brain. The spanking was one thing, but he wanted something _s_e_x_ual to happen between us as well and I wasn't sure what that meant or whether I could do anything with another guy. Sure, I'd thought about it, but thinking about it and actually doing it were two completely different things. What if someone found out about it. What would my parents say if they learned what we did? Things had gotten very complicated and my head started to hurt.

Of course, I couldn't set there all day. I had to make a decision. Either I stepped through that door or went home. He was waiting inside for me to do something. The fantasy I always had suddenly flashed in my mind and I felt my _c_o_c_k_ coming to life. Within seconds, my erection was straining the confines of my pants needing attention. Here was my chance to live out and experience what I had been dreaming about for so long. Given the nature of my small town life, the opportunity might never come along again. It was probably now or never, and all I needed was the courage to walk through that door.

Nervously, I stood up and took a step forward. The moment had come and I reached for the door. Letting the door close loudly behind me, I stood there looking at Jake. Taking a deep breath, I said, "So, what do you want to show me?"

Jake smiled at me and said, "You sure you want to do this?"

"I think so," I answered.

"Good," Jake said, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "Come here."

For some reason I was scared to death. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating, and my legs felt like jelly. In spite of my fear, I made a few tentative steps toward the big man. My decision suddenly didn't seem to be such a good idea and I abruptly stopped moving. Jake held his hand out and motioned with his fingers for me to come closer, but I couldn't move. Without a word, he stood up, reached for my hand and gently pulled me forward to the edge of the bed.

"Here is what I'm going to do," he explained. "First, I'm going to give you a warm up on the seat of your pants, then we will take a little break. After you've rested a little, I'm going to take your pants down and continue the warm up on your underwear. We'll take another little break before I strip your shorts down and finish your spanking on the bare ass."

"I understand," I managed to say.

He sat down on the bed and gently helped me into position across his lap. Once there, I instantly realized that I could feel his massive _c_o_c_k_ poking me in the side. His big hand rested lightly on the stretched fabric of my jeans. Suddenly, the scene was too much for me to handle and I attempted to slide off his lap. "Not so fast there," he said, holding me firmly in place. "I haven't started yet. You need to stay still."

The entire situation seemed strange to me. Here I was, almost a fully grown adult, laying over his knee about to be spanked. My face had to be a bright red. The embarrassment of what was happening to me was more than I was really prepared to accept and I suddenly changed my mind. "Jake," I said, louder than necessary. "I changed my mind. I don't want to do this."

"Who are you trying to kid," he said, still holding me over his knee. "You wanted this, and now you are going to get it."

"No!" I yelled. "I don't want to do this."

Sensing my fear and embarrassment, Jake leaned forward and spoke softly into my ear. "Listen boy," he said. "I know you've been wanting this, but I understand that you're scared. I promise to take it easy on you this time. Just try to relax and enjoy it."

I was almost in a panic and really wanted to get up and leave. But, something told me to trust Jake and let him do what he wanted. Before I could make a decision to do anything, his big hand made contact with my butt.

SLAP!

The slight stinging sensation in my ass sent shock waves through my body that seemed to end up in my throbbing _c_o_c_k_. I barely had time to make a loud gasping noise before the second blow landed.

WHAP!

"OK, Jake," I said. "That's enough."

Jake started laughing and smacked the seat of my jeans again. "I'm just getting started," he said. "Your butt's gonna hurt a lot more than it does right now before I get done."

"Come on Jake," I protested loudly. "I don't want to do this any more."

Suddenly, Jake stopped swatting me and leaned down to speak in my ear. "Listen boy," he began. "You aren't getting off my knee until you've learned what a real spanking is. Now, we can do it the easy way or the hard way, it's your choice. But, I guarantee you that the easy way will be a whole lot better. What's it going to be?"

"I..... Just feel silly, Jake," I said. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Look," he said, his voice sounding cold. "You came in here all by yourself. I didn't drag you or anything."

"I know," I said.

Jake cleared his throat and said firmly, "do you want this or not?"

I laid there for a moment not knowing what to say. One side of me was screaming out to leave, the other was praying he'd spank me for real. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Uh.....ah.....I guess I want it to happen. It just seems so silly."

"OK," he said rather loudly. "That's enough. Get up."

Some how, I knew I'd successfully pissed him off. I'd wanted to do it and now I was acting like a scared school girl. Before I could say anything, he grabbed me by the belt and literally lifted me off his lap and stood me up facing him. The sudden roughness took me completely by surprise and I almost fell over as my unprepared feet touched the floor.

"Do you want this or not?" He demanded, pointing his finger at my face.

"Yeah," I said. "I think so."

"You don't get it, boy," he growled. "It is either a yes or a no and not some I think or maybe. Now, which is it?"

I stared into the man's eye's for a moment before formulating an answer. I realized that whatever was going to happen, I wanted. Taking a deep breath, I said firmly, "Yes."

"No more screwing around then," he said. "Let's get this show on the road. Take your clothes off."

Now, I'd never done anything like this before. No one had ever seen me naked since my mom stopped giving me baths. My face turned beet red as I struggled with the top button of my jeans and slowly pushed the zipper down.

"Come on, boy," Jake demanded. "We haven't got all day."

I quickly pulled my shirt off, over my head, and let it drop on the floor. Moments later, my boots and socks were placed next to them. I just let my pants slide to the floor before stepping out of them and without looking at Jake, I put two fingers under the waist band of my briefs and slid them to the ground.

Without saying a word, I just stood there and let the man stare at my naked body. The excitement of the moment was already having its effect on me although, I made no effort to conceal my erection. I was ready for the man to do whatever he wanted.

"I was going t take it easy on you since this is your first time," he said. "But, all your screwing around earned you the real thing. Now, come here."

Suddenly, I found myself staring at the floor waiting for my first ever spanking. My _c_o_c_k_ was nestled into the hollow between his legs and I could feel his big arm on the middle of my back. "You've been asking for this, and now you're going to get it" he said.

Before I had a chance to say anything, my ass exploded with pain! Instinctively, I tried to wriggle away from the blows and redirect the landing spot to someplace that hadn't been hit already. True to his word, Jake wasn't taking it easy with me and peppered my ass with several dozen hard swats.

My ass felt like it was on fire and I was all I could do to keep from yelling out for him to stop. Within a few seconds my eye's started to well up and I realized I was about to start crying. That realization embarrassed me for sure, but it also kindled a fierce sense of determination to endure whatever Jake was going to do. There was no way I was going to let Jake see me crying like a little baby, no matter how hard he spanked me.

Suddenly, Jake stopped spanking me and started gently rubbing my burning ass with his hand. For what seemed like an eternity, I laid there and let him caress the punished skin without moving. No one had ever touched me there and I loved the sensations his callused hand was sending through my system. The hard-on that had disappeared with the first swat was back and throbbing between my legs and I lost myself in the sensuality of the moment.

Bringing me back to reality, Jake leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "That wasn't too bad was it?"

Taking a deep breath and collecting myself, I said, "It really hurt. I'm just glad it's over."

His laugh caught me by surprise. "We're not done yet," he said. "That was just a warm-up. You're going to get a real spanking before we're through."

"Oh my God!" I thought. "He's not done?" Panic raced through me in an instant. I couldn't take any more. My ass was too sore. "No more, Jake!" I half yelled. "I don't want any more."

"I think you do," he said in a soft voice.

"I don't, Jake," I insisted. "Really, I don't."

Once again he leaned forward and spoke softly into my ear, "I won't give you more than you can handle, I promise. Just trust me and relax."

"But. . . but. . . ," I stuttered. "It hurts too much."

"I know baby," he cooed, still rubbing my backside. "I know."

"I'm not sure I can take any more," I whined.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Sure I trust you, Jake," I answered.

"Then trust me to spank you," he said, patting me on my upturned ass. "I promise that you won't regret it."

The images that had been replayed over and over in my fantasies were no longer just make believe. Jake had made them real. But, I was scared. The spankings in my dreams were painless no matter how hard he swatted me. Now that I'd actually experienced how a spanking felt, I wasn't sure I could handle anything more. Deep inside, however, I wanted him to finish. For some strange reason I knew I needed to experience what a "real" spanking was. Maybe that would get it out of my system.

"I don't know, Jake," I said. "I'm not certain I can take any more."

He laughed. "You can," he said. "Believe me."

I just laid there without saying anything. This was something I had to go through with and deep down I knew it. It would probably be the only chance I would have to really experience what I'd been dreaming about. You just don't have that many opportunities to fulfill a fantasy like this in South Dakota to waste them by chickening out. Still, my stomach was rolling and my heart was pounding. My courage was fading fast.

"Tell you what, Sport," Jake said, helping me to my feet. "Let's take a little break and then you can decide if you want to continue."

Standing on two trembling legs was difficult at first. But, once I got my balance and saw Jake's smile my legs stopped shaking and I started calming down. At least my spanking, if it was going to happen, was put off for a while and I could breathe easier. I just stood there, naked as a jay bird, with my _c_o_c_k_ pointing straight out an


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