The building Adam headed too was one of the biggest on the farm. He recalled that while they grew some crops and had a variety of animals, most of their income came from their large herd of dairy cows. He could already smell and hear the animals half way to the barn. Adam could help but try to breath through his mouth at the sharp sent of bovine that filled the air. He stepped through the wide open doors into a line of cow rumps pointed at him, each of the cows in their own milking stall.
A man was guiding another cow into one of the stalls, coaxing her with a few clicks of his tongue. Bruce did not look only a year or two older than Adam. He looked ten. At least if he was to be judged by his size. He had grown a lot since Adam had last seen him and definitely took after Hank. He was as tall, if not a bit taller, though not quite as wide. Youth still kept him somewhat lean, but he already had a solid frame of thick muscle that would put any of the jocks at Adam's high school to shame. Like Adam, he was dressed in only boots and overalls. And strangely, those overalls did seem a little baggy on him as well, except on the chest. The straps over the overalls hugged his rounded pectorals, the slope of them hinting at a lean stomach hidden behind the denim that his chest kept pushed out. He also seemed to take after Hank in the fuzz department. Those pectorals of his covered in brown hair, but at least Bruce seemed to trim it down to a short fur coat. His brown hair was likewise buzzed short, and his jaw was covered in stubble, except on his chin where he allowed it to grow a little longer. He looked like a redneck hayseed, Adam thought, at least one from a porno.
Adam was suddenly worried. They had never gotten along as kids, and in fact he had even managed to get Bruce in trouble a few times with his antics. He hoped the guy was too stupid to hold a grudge. He didn't remember Bruce being particularly quick or sharp.
Bruce looked over to Adam after he had the cow in her stall. "Just in time, A." He broke into a smile of surprisingly straight white teeth that would have been at home on a model. Fuck, Adam, thought, he must have to beat off the women.
"For?" Adam asked, stepping closer as Bruce beckoned him to come over.
"Your first lesson. Most of what you and me are going to be doing is milking the girls here." Bruce said cheerily, patting the cow on the rump.
"Wait. Like.." Adam made a tugging motion in the air and Bruce just laughed. This close, Adam realized Bruce towered over him by almost a foot. He felt like a child next to the young man who was essentially going to be his boss.
Bruce reached over and pulled out a cluster of four tubes attacked to hoses. "No, we got some tech." He flicked a switch and crouched, motioning Adam to do the same. Reluctantly, Adam followed the instruction and crouched behind the cow, worried he was going to get kicked or shat on. But Bruce would have said something if Adam was in danger, he hoped. Instead Bruce started sliding the tubes over the teats on the cows udder, letting the suction pop them into place. "See? Easy as that. And then.." Bruce bounded up and headed over to a metal tank, pulling a tin cup off a hook and emptying some creamy white milk from a spigot and handing it over to Adam. "We got milk. Go ahead, drink." Bruce said still smiling.
Adam looked at the cup of fresh moo juice and shook his head. "Nah, I'm good, I.."
Bruce's grin turned right into a frown. "Dad told you to do what I said, right? Tasting the product to make sure its good is part of the job, drink." Bruce shoved the cup into Adam's chest, sploshing a bit on the front of his overalls. Adam gulped at the suddenly serious tone Bruce had. Not as authoritative as Hank's but in time Bruce would have that some gruff commanding presence, it was already there a bit. Adam took the cup and tilted it back. It was warm, and thicker than the milk he was used to, rich and.. pretty good. Not that he was going to give Bruce the satisfaction of knowing he enjoyed it, handing back the cup. Bruce just poured some for himself and drank, nodding. "That's the good stuff there." He said, rinsing the cup in a nearby sink before hanging it back up.
"It doesn't hurt them?" Adam asked, looking to the tubes suctioned to the cow's udder.
"Nah." Bruce said, shaking his head. "I think most of them like it, actually." Bruce got a suddenly mischievous look on his face. He moved to an empty stall and pointed to a milking stool. "Sit."
Adam looked to the stool and then back to Bruce, but an arched eyebrow was enough to get Adam to comply. "Shrug out of that." Bruce said pointing to Adam's overalls.
"Why?" Adam asked, suddenly worried.
"You're going to learn how it feels. Just show me your stomach." Bruce said, his tone bearing just that hint of command again. Adam thought about running, surely his dad hadn't left yet. If he just told him what Bruce wanted to do.. maybe he'd.. Nope. He knew his dad enough to know he's think Adam was just making things up. The problem of a habitual liar.
Adam sighed and pushed the shoulder straps over the overalls off, letting the garment drop down to his waist. Good thing he was seated, because the thing would dropped to his ankles otherwise. He sat stiff, with his hands in his lap, at least until Bruce nudged him to move his arms with one of the tubes. Then as methodically as he popped them on the cow, he stuck four tubes to Adam's stomach, the suction sticking them in place.
Adam scrunched his eyes closed, Not wanting to see what was no doubt a smug smile on Bruce's features. He was right though, it didn't hurt. No more than when his last girlfriend sucked on his neck to give him that hickey she said was to claim him. He almost lost himself in the feeling when he suddenly felt something latch on to one side of his chest, then the other, each right over his nipples.
Adam let out a soft gasp. The sensation was.. nothing he had felt before. He loved playing with his girlfriend's nipples, and he wondered if this is what that felt like for her. He blushed as he realized his cock was responding to the pulsing suction on his chest. No, this was too much. He moved to try to pop one of the milking tubes off his chest, only to have his hand slapped away, hard enough to sting. "Leave it." Came Bruce's voice, firm but amused. Then before he could argue, he felt Bruce tug at his overalls, and something slipped over his cock.
Adam let out a shocked gasp and shot up, his eyes snapping open to see the array of milking tubes stuck to him. He was about to snap them off when a pair of powerful arms hooked under his own arms, holding him tight against a firm and unyielding wall of muscle. "Just let it happen, A. Trust me on this, you'll thank me later."
Adam tried to wiggle free, but there was no getting away from Bruce's strength, and each pump on his cock made him feel just a little weaker. Until he couldn't hold back anymore, his tensed up as he emptied his load into the milking machine, then sagged in Bruce's grip. Only then did he let him go. Adam quickly popped off the milking tubes, and this time Bruce didn't try to stop him, instead he just watched and smiled.
"What the fuck, man?!" Adam shouted, barely even caring his overalls were down around his ankles as he tossed the tubes aside. Four pink marks were left on his stomach and his nipples felt sore and puffy, but once free of them, he quickly covered himself back in his borrowed overalls.
"Relax. I've been doing that since I first grew hair on my nuts." Bruce said, slapping the metal tank. "I've sent plenty of my own loads out with our milk, at least we pasteurize it." He said with a laugh.
The straps of the overalls were placed just where they were rubbing Adam's nipples, making him acutely aware of how sensitive they felt now. "That's fucked up, dude."
"And you're not going to tell anyone, or I'll tell them you were more than willing to join in, and who're they gonna believe." Bruce said with a smile, lifting his hand, which held a phone Adam hadn't seen. And on it was a photo of Adam all hooked up and definitely looking like he was enjoying himself.. "You behave yourself and do as I say this summer, and I won't post this online for all your friends to see."
Obviously, Bruce hadn't forgotten their old rivalry, nor was he as dull as Adam seemed to remember him. "Hell, maybe we'll even be friends by the end of it." Bruce said, slipping the phone into his pocket.
Adam just glared at Bruce, not that it seemed to bother him. "C'mon, we got twenty more cows to milk, and then it's hauling feed. Then we need to muck out the barn.." Bruce turned and walked off, expecting Adam to follow, and annoyingly, Adam did without comment.
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Adam collapsed into his bed. The cool breeze from the open window felt good on muscles sore from more work than they had done in a day in.. never. He was almost too tired to eat dinner, but one glare from Hank got him stuffing his face. Along with almost an entire pitched of the farm's milk, thick and creamy. He wondered if his own load was mixed in, or Bruce's. He knew he should take a shower, but he didn't think he could move now that he was lying down.
Gingerly he pushed the overalls down to his waist, wincing at each movement of his tortured muscles, not to mention the light sunburn his pale exposed skin now sported. One day and he felt like he was ready to die, three months of this was definitely going to kill him. Running his hand over his stomach, he suddenly shivered as his fingers passed over a bump on his skin. Where Bruce had latched on the milking machine, his skin was raised and slightly pink, and extremely sensitive.
It made him think of the machine latched on to his nipples and his cock, which made his cock spring to life, even if the rest of him was too tired to do anything about it. Though he wouldn't really have to do any work if he just.. No. He wasn't going to turn into some sort of weird farm tool fucking pervert like Bruce was.
He was about to grab his cock and put it to rest the old fashioned way when a knock on his door had him snatch his hand away. Maybe he could just pretend to be asleep. But no luck, and apparently no privacy. The door swung open to reveal Bruce's muscular frame taking up most of the door way, and completely nude except for a towel around his waist.
He was well muscled all over, those baggy overalls having hidden a taught cobblestone like six pack, also covered in trimmed brown fuzz. "Shower's free. Don't go to sleep reeking of barn, trust me." Bruce said almost passively, looking Adam over and then grinning slightly as if he knew exactly what he almost caught the teen doing.
Just as Bruce was turning to go, Adam noticed something odd about the other guy. Four little spots on his stomach where the brown hair was missing, instead showing just pink skin, much like the spots in Bruce's chest hair where his nipples poked out. Rather plump and large nipples for a guy, Adam couldn't help but note. And those spots on his stomach, exactly the same spots as the pink marks now on Adam's stomach. Guess the guy really did like using the milking machines for his own pleasure.
Bruce didn't wait for Adam to respond, but he also didn't close the door behind him, meaning Adam would have to get up anyway. With a sigh he got up to drag himself to the shower. At least he could handle his problem down below in there as easily as on his bed, and with less mess to clean up.