"Boy," I thought as I headed to the privy, "if I don't get rid of this load pretty quick I'm going to explode." Opening the door and entering the privy, I closed the door behind me and chose one of the three holes, opened the cover and sat down after dropping my pants and underwear to the floor. Spreading wide my legs, I took my very erect _c_o_c_k_ in hand and started stroking it to take care of the load I was having problems with. I'd walked around hard so long now that my balls were aching from my need to cum.
It was a hot summer day and all morning I had been working in the family's lumber yard stacking lumber with the hired hand, Jim. I had no illusions of my _s_e_x_uality and frankly, Jim was a hunk and today while he worked he was dressed only in a pair of cut off jeans and his work shoes. He was turning me on so badly that I just had to make a trip to the privy to relieve some of the pressure I had built up all morning long. Jim was about 6 feet tall and slim for his height and had a great body and watching his muscles move while he was working and seeing his tight butt when he would bend over to pick up a board was driving me wild. He was well tanned except where his shorts covered him, I'd shared the privy in the past with him and had noticed his tan lines, and was dark haired, it sort of longish and wild and had great blue eyes. He was a great guy to work with but I was afraid he was straight as an arrow, all my hints and even visits to the bunk house he was staying in amounted to nothing.
Oh, I guess I should tell you about myself. Well, I just got out of school and am eighteen years old, dark hair and eyes and am of slight build and not much height, only 5' 7". I had been working on the family farm all my life and was continuing to do so even after school was finished, we did a bit of sawing of lumber, a bit of haying and raised a few beef cattle. Dad was good to work for although rather strait laced and had definite ideas of what an employee who was also his son was supposed to do. I still had to follow all of his rules even though I was all grown up and capable of holding up my end of a job. I knew what I was doing now wouldn't meet with his approval at all but I just had to whack off or I was going to make a mess of my pants and no eighteen year old wants to be seen with wet pants.
Now, about the privy. It was really old and built orignally when the sawmill was employing a lot of men and Dad kept it in good shape ever since. It was handy for the house was about two miles away and a lot better than doing it in the bushes. It also worked well for Jim for the bunk house was in the same lot as the mill. Peeing for a boy is no problem anytime but sometimes you just have to be a bit more serious about bodily functions and the privy was great for that. It was also great for what I was doing right now.
Anyway, I was sitting there, legs spread wide and my hard _c_o_c_k_ firmly in hand when all of a sudden the door opened. I immediately blushed with embarrassment for fear it was Jim and he would catch me playing with myself but then I realized it was my father standing there and he didn't look pleased. "Stay right where you are," he said "I'll be right back. In just a minute Dad reappeared and this time he had a short scrap of board in his hand, four inches wide and about a foot and a half long. He told me to get up off of the hole I was sitting on and then took a seat on the cover of the middle hole. "You're supposed to be working, not fooling around," he said, "if you want to behave like a kid, I'll treat you like one now get over my lap!"
"But Dad," I protested, "I'm too big to get a spanking!"
"A boy is never too big to get his ass tanned," said Dad, "as he gets older there is just more of him to spank. Stop screwing around and get over my lap or it will be a lot worse for you!" Knowing protest would get me nowhere I did as he said and soon was laying across his lap my naked, white, ass pointing at the ceiling of the privy.
Dad wasted no time in changing the color of the bottom presented to him and in a very short time turned it bright, fiery red and reduced me to bawling just like a little kid. This was by far the hardest and most prolonged paddling I'd ever received in my life and every blazing whack of that board across my blistered ass cheeks hurt more that the last. He must have kept at it for half an hour, steadily swatting my molten rump with that board and making sure my entire "spank zone" was thoroughly covered. Dad had the thought that anything that vaguely resembled a bottom on a boy was fair game which meant that anything normally covered by a pair of shorts was spankable and when he was finished I looked like I was wearing a pair of shorts, bright red ones! Not only had he blistered my buttocks but had also beaten the sides of my hips raw and even the backs and sides of my thighs for about eight inches down my legs. Once I was completely spanked and blubbering like a baby he stood me on my feet and said "Now I want you to get back to work, if I have to do this again it will be really unpleasant." He placed the board over toone side of the privy's seat, "In case I need it again," and left the privy leaving me standing there, ass on fire and tears and snot running down my face.
A few minutes later a shadow fell across the privy door which Dad had left open. I was still standing there with my pants down, my bum hurt too much to pull them back up as yet. Looking over my shoulder fearing it was Dad coming back to improve my work ethic some more I was almost relieved to see it was Jim. He looked at my raw, red ass and said "Holy _s_h_i_t_, I couldn't help but hear what was going on. Come on, I've got something that will help a bit with the stinging anyway." I couldn't bring myself to pull my pants back up as yet so I slipped them and my underpants over my shoes and followed Jim to the bunkhouse naked except for my work boots.
He told me to bend over his bunk and when I did I realized that here was the hunk I was hankering for seeing me with my ass paddled raw and I think my face turned as red as my ass was. I heard him rummaging around in a cabinet and then he came over to the bunk and kelt down behind me. I felt something blessedly cool on my hot hide and he started to gently rub some sort of soothing cream all over my blistered bottom. It felt wonderful and he smoothed the cream all over my bum and then I felt his hands spreading my cheeks open to smooth some of the cream into my crack. I flushed again as I realized that he was getting a great view of my puckerhole and almost came off of the bunk when he slid a cream covered finger up inside my boy-hole! He ran his finger in and out of my boy-hole and said "There, now, doesn't that feel better?" and all I could do was moan. One finger was replaced by two and then three, his big hand was opening up my most private area! I forgot about the stinging pain on my backside with this treatment and poked my ass out further and relaxed my anus so he could explore further.
I heard his zipper go down and a rustle of cloth and then his fingers were replaced by something that could go a lot deeper and it did, plumbing the depths of my rectum. He slowly and gently _f_u_c_k_ed me silly, his hand underneath my body playing with my _c_o_c_k_ and balls at the same time. "I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you, " he said, "but I was afraid to ask." I came off fairly quickly and soon was joined by Jim as he pushed into me as far as he could, his coarse pubic hair grinding against my sore cheeks and flooding my rectum with cum.
I never got my ass paddled by Dad after that day, I guess he was pleased with my work. That doesn't mean that I didn't go unspanked, however, for several times a week I would visit Jim at the bunk house after work and supper was over with. He would take my pants and shorts off, take me across his knee and spank me soudly after which he would utilize my boy-hole for his, and mine, pleasure. As long as Jim is around I'll never leave the farm! I could make more money elsewhere but here the fringe benefits are just too good!