The rolling waves of the strawberry field stretched out in front of them like an ocean. Here and there, littered about the rows of shrubs, men, women, couples, and families strolled idly, crouching down to pick the red fruit and fill their eager baskets.
There were rows of shrubs about waist high planted along each row of delicate strawberry plants, to provide partial shade for the plants and also to keep the visitors from walking straight through the fields and possibly stepping on the fragile fruit. It was a public field; for only a few dollars, one could get a small straw tub to fill with as many succulent strawberries as he or she could. But it was late in the season, and there were only a handful of groups now, perhaps a dozen, that still wished to try their luck and find the few late fruits, extra-ripe by this point.
Zack sighed in annoyance and ran a hand through his spiky, dyed-blond hair. “Do we have to do this?” he asked peevishly.
Taylor made a ‘tsk’ noise and shook his head. “You were the one who said you were bored,” he reminded his lover. “Now come on.”
Truthfully, Zack was not as annoyed as he made an effort to appear. Actually, he really liked strawberries. It was just that strawberry-picking did not feel like the most manly of activities. Leave it to Taylor to pick a typical high-school-boy-girl-date activity. Strawberry-picking. Honestly.
Taylor was already down in the rows, kneeling in the shade of a hedge to check under the saw-edged leaves for a glimpse of red flesh. Hands in the pockets of his well-worn jeans, Zack sauntered after him.
Zack squatted down next to the smaller boy and reached to the base of a strawberry plant, running his fingers lightly up the stem, caressing the plant until he found a place where it sagged with heaviness. Turning a leaf, he found a full, swollen strawberry hanging decadently from the end of a stalk. He grasped it with nimble fingers; it was so ripe that it practically fell off into his palm. With a grin he brought the fruit to his lips and took a large bite.
No genetically-engineered mess, this fruit. No sacrifice of taste for a paltry increase in size. The flavor of the overripe strawberry exploded onto his tongue, so succulent that a trickle of juice dripped from one side of his lips, to be caught quickly by a swift lap of the tongue before it could escape.
Zack felt a soft swat on his shoulder, and turned to find Taylor giving him an indulgent look. “You’re supposed to put them in the basket,” he said, “not eat them right away.”
Zack just grinned at him and finished off the strawberry in another bite, tossing its green cap to the ground. Taylor rolled his eyes and stood, moving on down the row. Zack returned his hands to his pockets and followed leisurely. His sneakers scuffed the dirt path, raising a small cloud of dust that clung to his shoes and his jeans.
A little further down, Taylor was kneeling by the plants again, a small trove of untouched berries peeking at him from beneath their protective cover of leaves. Probably they had ripened late, so pickers during the height of the season had let them be. Taylor threw Zack a look over his shoulder, an adorable pout of the type he had mastered so well, and picked a strawberry, popping it mischievously into his mouth. But the look disappeared, to be replaced with wide-eyed surprise, as the incredible sweet taste of the berry fired his taste buds, blossoming in his mouth.
The look was just so comical, just so cute and so very Taylor, that Zack was unable to help himself. With a few swift strides, he closed the distance between them and captured Taylor in a kiss, tasting the still fresh juice of the strawberry clinging to the insides of his mouth.
Taylor moaned into his kiss, but then stepped back. “Zack,” he said, in a tone of surprised pleasure, as though he really wanted to be horrified but couldn’t. “Not here. Someone will see us.” He looked around to where, a few rows down, a straw hat could be seen peeping just above the top of a hedge, while its owner knelt down to pick strawberries.
“I don’t really care,” Zack responded, stepping forward again. As he kissed Taylor a second time, he allowed a hand to delve down the back of Taylor’s rather tight pants and squeeze one of his butt cheeks. Taylor yelped, but Zack swallowed the sound before it could escape.
When they broke apart again, Zack could feel an evil grin twisting his features. Evil it must have been, because the wide-eyed look of surprise had returned to Taylor’s face, and this time it was much more frightened. “Zack...” the boy said uncertainly, and then “Zack!” as he was suddenly dragged to the ground, forced prostrate onto the dusty earth.
Zack held Taylor down easily by sitting on his chest as he methodically pulled off first Taylor’s shoes and socks, then his pants and underwear. Taylor protested the entire time in hushed whispers and quiet, horrified gasps, but he would not risk alerting the other strawberry-pickers with anything louder.
Finally, finished with removing the clothes from the bottom half of his lover’s body, Zack turned around, straddling Taylor’s hips, and smiled at Taylor’s scowling face. “This is a much better way to spend the afternoon,” he said.
“Zack,” Taylor repeated, in his best lecturing voice. “This is really not the place for this. Why don’t we go into the bathroom or something, and you can fuck me all you want there.”
“Ah-ah-ah,” murmured Zack, leaning forward to slide his hands under Taylor’s shirt, pushing it up above his ribs to just under his arms. “I have a better idea. Let’s play a game.”
He reached over to his left, into the patch of leaves where the clustered strawberries watched them in fascination, and pulled out a particularly large one. With a smile, he popped the narrow end into Taylor’s mouth. “Now, don’t bite down,” he warned him. “If you do, then I’ll have to sit you up on my cock and force you to ride me, and everyone in the field will see just your head and your shoulders moving up and down, and they’ll know you’re being fucked. Keep that thing whole in your mouth, and I’ll continue in my attempts to be discreet. Got it?”
Taylor nodded, and Zack saw him curl his lips over his teeth in an attempt to hold the strawberry as gently as possible. With a feeling of satisfaction, Zack reached for another berry, drew the succulent red fruit up to his lips, and bit off the lower half. The fruit made a wet sucking sound as he released it. He lowered it down to Taylor’s torso, touching the bitten end to one of his nipples.
Taylor gasped—a sharp intake of breath—but made no other sound as he tried his best not to bite the strawberry in his mouth. Zack leaned down and lapped at the sweet spot on Taylor’s chest, causing his lover to buck as he neatly nipped the nipple, while he meanwhile trailed the bitten strawberry across Taylor’s chest to the other pink nub.
His tongue soon followed, and he began a sort of follow-the-leader with the bitten fruit. His warm mouth followed the sweet trail across Taylor’s chest, paused to suck and bite at the other nipple, then continued its path down across Taylor’s ribs, down his abdomen, tongue dipping into the cavern of the navel, then to one side again, with Taylor gasping and moaning against his tiny, sweet gag. The mouth descended to Taylor’s inner thigh, licks and nibbles applied to first the left, then the right.
Zack sat up a little, feeling satisfied with himself, and popped the rest of the fruit into his mouth, chewing it thoughtfully. He swallowed and licked at his sticky fingers, placing them in his mouth to suck off the juice. In the quiet afternoon air he could clearly hear the heaviness of Taylor’s breathing; Taylor was quite hard by this point, which made Zack smile.
He pulled his fingers from his mouth and, with a sudden swiftness, leaned down and placed his lips over the head of Taylor’s penis. Taylor’s muffled whimper increased in volume as Zack accompanied the action with two spit-moistened digits shoved unceremoniously into Taylor’s anus. As he swirled his tongue around the head of Taylor’s member, Zack began to slowly, sensuously fuck Taylor with his fingers, sliding them in deep to the last knuckle, then pulling them out again almost to the nail. Taylor’s fingers scrabbled uselessly against the dirt path as his body bucked and tossed under the ministrations, but he kept the strawberry firmly, gently between his lips.
Suddenly, Zack wanted him to bite down. He wanted an excuse to impale Taylor upon himself, force him to ride, show the world how much he wanted to be fucked, how much he wanted Zack’s cock inside him. Ruthlessly, Zack added a third finger in his thrusting motions, forcing the three digits into Taylor’s body over and over.
Finally, he couldn’t take it any more. He unzipped his fly, reached into his jeans and pulled out his penis. With a fortifying breath, he grabbed Taylor’s thighs in his hands and pushed them back, back, until his knees were up by his armpits and his ass was in the air, and then shoved his cock into the tight, waiting hole.
Zack let out a small grunt as he began to thrust into Taylor’s body, his penis sliding rhythmically in and out of the familiar ring of muscle. Taylor’s hands rose to the sides of Zack’s head and fisted in his hair, the fingers tightening in tandem with Zack’s thrusts, squeezing the strands as his own soft black hair pooled in the dust of the path.
Suddenly however, Taylor’s hands tightened warningly in his hair, enough to be painful. Wondering if Taylor was about to come, Zach paused, but his senses were immediately arrested by something else.
There were the sounds very nearby of someone’s feet scuffing the dirt. Someone was approaching. For a few seconds, Zack and Taylor were perfectly still. Through the thinner foliage of the hedge near the ground, they could make out the sandled feet of a man, apparently facing away from them. Taylor’s face was burning red; all the man had to do was turn, walk a few steps forward and peer over the hedge, and he would see them, in all their glory. Of course, with Zack on top, he was blocking most of the view of Taylor’s naked form...
With a wicked grin, Zack flipped them over—moving silently, with a stealth that seemed unreal—until he was on his back with Taylor laid across him, ass in the air and his penetration clearly visible. Gloatingly, Zack began to move again, thrusting up into Taylor’s tight entrance as a complete stranger stood less than four feet away from them.
Zack could see Taylor’s face just above his own, see the way it burned with embarrassment and the tortuous effort he was exerting to keep from biting down on the strawberry still clenched in his lips. Zack knew he must be desperate to clench his teeth, to make it easier to stifle the soft whimpers that, though muffled, still escaped him. Almost vindictively he began to thrust a little harder, plunging himself deep inside Taylor, rocking his lover’s body with sharp, harsh movements. He reached down and grabbed Taylor’s buttocks, pulling them farther apart so he could thrust harder. Through the stems of the bushes Zack saw the man’s feet turn towards them—all he’d have to do now would be to take a few steps forward, look downward. Surely he must hear them! How could he not?
And yet, the feet turned away, headed off down the row. Zack saw them leave, but Taylor was too wildly in the throes of his pleasure to notice. Zack reached down between them and grabbed Taylor’s exposed cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Taylor’s chest heaved up and down, but he made no sound—even his breathing was quiet. He was still trying to hide from the world, trying to make sure that the man he thought was in the next row wouldn’t hear them.
With a feeling of dark amusement, Zack allowed himself to murmur, “Yeah. Fuck. You like it up your ass, don’t you bitch?”
He saw Taylor’s eyes widen, his head shake frantically. Zack continued. “Yeah, ride my cock baby. Take it all inside you. Inside your sweet little hole.”
Taylor’s head was shaking furiously, desperately, and he began to ride Zack faster, obviously trying to make him come and end the humiliation. Zack responded in kind, slamming his hips up to meet Taylor’s movements, fucking him with abandon. But at the same time, he couldn’t seem to stop talking; just knowing how much it was torturing Taylor made him excited. “Yeah. Fuck. Fuck. You like men inside you, don’t you? You like taking my thick meat up in you, huh? Mmm. Take it. God, your ass was made for fucking. Fucking made for it.”
And then suddenly Taylor cried out, the sound escaping around the still pristine strawberry, and he was coming, his semen leaking over Zack’s shirt, his own chest, the dusty ground.
Zack flipped him over onto his back once more, and a few deep thrusts later was coming himself. He pulled quickly out of Taylor’s ass as he did, spraying his cum onto his naked lover’s stomach. He panted in relief as the last of the thick white ropes squirted up to lay in a sticky mess across the pale skin. With a dark grin, he reached up and pushed the strawberry further into Taylor’s mouth. “Now you can eat it,” he said.
Taylor’s jaw closed immediately as he bit into the juicy fruit. A small drip of the pale pinkish liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth, and Zack leaned forward to capture it with his tongue. He followed the trail up to Taylor’s swollen lips and delved with his tongue into the moist cavern.
Taylor tasted like strawberries.