Someone with more decorum would have continued on and taken Richard home. Laid him out all nice on a proper bed. Treated him soft and tender. Instead, Hank cast his eye about for the nearest workable surface. He could drop him on the ground and pin him against a tree or bend him over the fence, of course, but he did have some standards. There was a stack of hay bales piled in the next field, probably stores for the cows or horses. Either way, a few of those would be perfect to drop Richard's smaller body on. Fuck, if he got him on his knees, two would probably bring his ass to the perfect height.

Halfway across the field, Richard's teeth found his lobe, and those creeping fingers finally rubbed over his nipple. Reaching the stack of bales, Hank tossed him down on the loose ones dotted around the base of the stack. Richard looked stunned, lying on his back like a squirming ferret as he watched him pull down a few more bales to make a small mattress. Lowering his feet and resting on his elbows, Richard seemed almost coy as he looked up at him. Hank cursed under his breath as he noticed the first button of his shirt had been popped, enjoying the light breeze as it ruffled his hair.

"I warned you, your highness," Hank groused as he planted his knee between Richard's parted thighs and leaned over him. A small sound choked in Richard's throat as he leaned further back, seeming almost shy. Hank chuckled as he pressed closer and laced a hand in his hair. It was a little too late to be acting like that. Richard didn't fight or pull away as he leaned in to claim his lips, though he sucked in a surprised breath as Hank's tongue went in for the kill. Fuck, it was better than he'd dreamed. Richard was a clingy little fucker when he got going.

He was also whiney. Hank had always suspected he might be, but those little whines were sweeter than he'd ever imagined. He settled against him, grateful for the moonlight that lit the open fields as he gazed upon him. Richard's breath was warm against his lips, mouth open and needy for his tongue. The scratch of Hank's whiskers was driving him crazy, one hand gingerly reaching up to stroke the thick beard. Hank chuckled and rocked against him, enjoying the way he squirmed and bucked, trying to get some relief.

"Tell me, Richie. Have you ever been fucked?" Richard looked utterly indignant at the question.

"I'm over forty! Of course I've had sex!" Hank smirked, an almost predatory look in his aged blue eyes. Richard fell silent as he leaned down and kissed him again. The whiskers on his lips made him moan again, warm breaths mingling as they drew back. A gentle hand laced in his hair and teased his scalp before moving lower to caress his smooth cheek.

"That's not what I asked...I asked if you'd ever been fucked." The look on his face, that silent question, was all Hank needed in response.

"What's the difference?" Biting his bottom lip, a breath hissed through the gap in Hank's teeth. His cock swelled at the words.

"You have no idea how fucking happy I am that you have to ask..." Richard was still confused, and more than a little coy, as Hank reclaimed his lips. He was pressing so close, lips and tongue so insistent, that Richard was finding it hard to keep up. He was flushed and breathless when Hank finally drew back and looked down at him. Despite all their tumbling, Richard was still remarkably put together. His collar was loose, but his shirt hadn't budged an inch. It was almost like...Oh, fuck yes! Leaving his shirt untouched, Hank stroked his way down Richard's legs to pull off his fine shoes, letting them fall carelessly on the ground. "You got something in here for me, Richie?" Richard looked flustered as Hank pulled his belt loose, lips stammering as he rested the back of his hand against his lips.

Hank cursed under his breath as he pulled those grey slacks off and tossed them on the ground. He'd pay for the dry cleaning later. Getting to Richard's cock was far more important, and what a treat he was. Sock and shirt garters! All those fucking straps! He looked like a pinup boy from the 1940s, laid out as he was. Resting his hands on those delicate knees, Hank gently pushed them apart to get a proper look. Tight boxers hugged his lower half, his cock a clearly defined lump within, the tip just peeking through the waistband. He was pretty as a picture, and a picture Hank would have. Richard remained looking coy, half hiding his face as Hank pulled his phone out. If anything, the act of being photographed turned him on more.

"Fuck, you're a sight for sore eyes!" Richard yelped, making Hank smirk as he pinged the strap on his thigh. "Unfortunately, these straps have to go." Unclipping the shirt, Hank slid his boxers down and let them get lost somewhere at their feet. Richard seemed more vulnerable after that, but he let Hank re-clip his shirt all the same. Biting his lip, Hank snapped another photo, savouring the sight of his dark curls, generous balls, and stiff cock. "There, that's much better, hm?" Richard was uncertain he agreed as the hay rubbed and pricked his bare ass.

"W-what about you?" He didn't want to be the only one losing clothes. Hank chuckled as he ran his hands up and down Richard's fuzzy thighs, enjoying the soft hair on his palms. The muscles were firm beneath his hands, legs twitching in anticipation. He leaned down again, enjoying the gasp that fled Richard's lips as he grabbed his cock. He took his time and left prickly kisses up and down his throat, working his hand all the while. The sounds that fled Richard's lips were like music to his ears. The ferrety little prude wouldn't know what hit him.

"Feel free." Taking that as permission, Richard popped the buttons of his chequered shirt, though he didn't push it off. Being able to see Hank's burly body was enough, and there was something alluring about their half-dressed state. Hank growled against his lips as those hands started squeezing and stroking his larger body, gripping his hips and pulling him closer. Hank returned to his lips, still pumping his cock and teasing his balls. They were smaller than his, of course, though that didn't matter for what he had planned. The thought almost made him smirk. Feeling a telling pull on his jeans, Hank straightened up and gave Richard a come hither look.

He was like a well-trained dog. Getting to his knees, Richard perched on the edge of the bale. And what a fucking sight he made with those straps hugging his calves and thighs! Hank popped his jeans and lowered the zipper, smirking at the way Richard's eyes followed his movements. Eager hands joined his own as he pushed his jeans down to his ankles, and his boxers swiftly followed. Taking his cock in hand, Hank pumped slowly, lifting it up to give Richard a good look. The little fucker looked hungry.

"You want this, honey?" Richard stammered out a small whining sound in response, cheeks flushing as Hank laced a hand in his hair and pulled him closer. Fuck, it had been a long time since he'd felt a mouth on his cock. He'd take anyone at this point, even if they weren't that experienced. "Open up then...Go on, Richie. There's a good boy..." Richard almost shuddered at the soft grumble of his voice and the gentle encouragements. He wasn't sure anyone had ever spoken to him quite like that before. He'd also never taken anything so big.

Even the tip felt like it was too much, girthy as it was. Since he hadn't done this for a long time, Richard took his time, licking around the tip so it was good and wet as it slipped inside. Hank let out a long, low sigh of satisfaction. At least, it sounded like satisfaction, and the curse that shortly followed was promising as well. Richard's cheeks were bulging as Hank looked down, lips stretched tight, mouth full to bursting. He stroked his head, enjoying how it made him shudder and swallow around him.

"Can you do it, honey?" Richard whined softly, choking around him as he tried to take more. Unable to properly fill his throat, either through lack of experience or their current position, he gripped the shaft instead. "That's it, Richie, get a good grip," Hank moaned as he watched Richard bob his head, surging forward as he breathed out and sucking as he pulled off. It was even better as his free hand dropped to cradle his balls and tease the heavy sack. Hank cursed again, rocking his large hips and almost throwing Richard off balance. "Hold on to me, that's it. Attaboy." He gently moved the hand on his cock to rest on his thigh instead, which gave Richard more support.

Richard wasn't quite ready for it as Hank rocked his hips again, eyes burning as that enormous cock forced its way down his gullet. He almost pulled off, choking around him, but the hand in his hair pulled him back almost immediately. Tears pricked his eyes as Hank rocked in again, hitting his gag reflex and making his mouth water. Richard couldn't help feeling embarrassed as drool spilled from his lips, making things even slicker for Hank as he rocked in again. Releasing his balls, Richard grabbed both hips and held on for dear life as Hank bucked down his throat. He felt sick and breathless by the time Hank pulled off and snapped another picture. Richard blushed at the thought. He must look an awful sight with his mouth hanging open and saliva dripping down his chin. Why would Hank want a picture of that? To Hank, it was something that would get him off for the next month. All that choking, and Richard was still dripping and ready to burst.

"Ready for that fucking, your highness?" It was almost cute how that little nickname made his cheeks heat. "Up here. Show me that pretty little ass." Richard did as he was told, crawling on all fours onto the higher layer of hay bales Hank had set up earlier. Hank indulged him with a lingering kiss as he climbed up and led him onto his knees. Richard couldn't help feeling self-conscious as he gripped the edge of the bale and held his ass up. It wasn't like he waxed down there, so it probably looked as hairy as the rest of him. The groan Hank let out was almost reassuring, though the snap of his camera made his cheeks flush. Did he really need to picture that? "Fuck, I can't wait to get that pretty little ass on me." Hank smirked as Richard looked over his shoulder, coy and uncertain.

"W-will it hurt?" It usually did, to varying degrees.

"If it hurts, I'm doing it wrong and you should say something, you hear me?" That was something he'd never heard before. It must have shown on his face, too. "Jesus Christ, what kind of animals have you been with?" Whoever they were, Hank was determined he was going to put them to shame. If it usually hurt, he was already one step ahead. "Don't worry, you just leave things to me, alright?" Richard nodded uncertainly, still wary as he gripped the edge of the bale and played with the plastic yarn that held it together. Hank's hands were warm on his ass as he circled the plump cheeks, clapping them lightly and enjoying the way his thighs quivered.

Pinging the elastic straps, he parted those cheeks to assess the twitching ring of muscle. It was small and tight, as expected. Richard didn't strike him as the regular type. Not yet, at least. Hank's cock twitched at the thought that he might change that. Fuck, the things he wanted to do to him. For now, he settled for leaning down to lick a strip up his ass, chuckling softly as he yelped and pushed himself up, face aghast. That he looked so shocked was a sure sign he was already ahead of his other lovers.

"What's the matter? No one's ever eaten your ass before?" The blush on his cheeks was enough to answer that.

"W-wha-that's dirty!" Hank chortled at the flustered telling off, pressing him down between the shoulders until he was back in place.

"Hogwash! Now, keep that pretty little head down and moan for me." Richard would have said more, only Hank's tongue had already returned to its rightful place between his cheeks to lick and circle his entrance. Richard squirmed, unable to escape as Hank pulled his cheeks wider, whiskers prickling his skin. He swore he was going to get beard rash if he kept that up. Despite the mortification, his cock certainly wasn't complaining. It felt weird at first, warm and wet, breath huffing against his twitching hole. It got better once the tip of that wriggling tongue finally breached him, forcing a moan of surprise from his lips.

A weathered hand patted his ass at that, almost praising him for doing as he was told. Richard could almost swear he was dreaming as he closed his eyes and gripped the bale. Surely this wasn't really happening. He couldn't be kneeling outside in the middle of the night with his ass in the air for Hank fucking Anderson. It was impossible! Another moan slipped out as that tongue pushed deeper, and something else. Oh God! One hand left his ass, and a finger was soon pushing in alongside his seeking tongue. Richard couldn't help shuffling his thighs wider in a silent plea, holding his ass up for more. It almost seemed like Hank heard as a second slick finger worked its way in.

"Attaboy, Richie. Don't hold back." Richard whined louder at that, gasping and pushing himself up as those fingers pushed in right to the knuckles. He didn't think he'd ever been so full, and it was just his fingers so far. The strangest part was that it didn't hurt. "Go ahead, honey. You ride those fingers." He didn't even realise he'd nudged his hips back. At Hank's gentle encouragement, he rocked his hips again, still uncertain as he looked over his shoulder. His cock twitched as he noticed Hank aiming his phone at his ass, either taking a picture or video of his fingers sliding in and out. Richard moaned loudly, drawing Hank's attention enough that he cursed and snapped a picture of his face. "You like that, honey? Having your picture taken?" The way his cock dripped certainly suggested he did.

Hank chuckled as if he knew, setting his phone aside so he could reach between his thighs and palm his cock. It was a perfect handful. The size of Hank's hand almost made Richard blush. He'd never thought himself to be small before, just average, but he certainly looked small in Hank's hand. Richard squirmed, a surprised and uncertain whine escaping as Hank edged in a third finger. It was a little less enjoyable this time, and Hank stopped the moment he heard it. Richard froze, quivering and panting as Hank leaned low over his back. He wasn't sure if he was turned on or disgusted as he heard him spit on his ass, going back to two fingers for a while.

"You need to tell me, remember?" Richard nodded, cheeks flushed and glistening. His whole body felt hot, and his shirt was getting sticky. He whined and whimpered, following Hank's gruff instructions to relax and breathe as the third finger returned. Although a little uncomfortable, it didn't hurt this time, and Hank continued wetting his fingers as he loosened the tight ring. He felt it as Richard relaxed, pressing prickly kisses along his neck and down his covered spine as he moved to rest a hand on his shoulder. He straightened up and took a breath. This was it. The moment he'd been waiting for. What he'd been dreaming of for months. "Relax, Richie."

Richard trembled as he felt the fingers slide out, leaving his ass feeling stretched and empty. Brown eyes shot wide as something softer pressed against his hole. Looking over his shoulder, he openly moaned at the sight of Hank feeding in his cock. Hank smirked and squeezed his shoulder in reassurance, sharp eyes watching his face like a hawk. He got that Richard wasn't the chatty type earlier, so the chances of him doing as he was told and speaking up were slim. So far, he seemed alright. His mouth was open, breaths panting as Hank edged his hips back and forth.

Richard settled on his forearms, following the guiding hand on his shoulder. Face down, ass up. The feeling of Hank's cock stretching his entrance was different from anything else. The burning pain he usually felt was absent, despite his cock being far larger than anything he'd ever taken before. It was almost like Hank understood that as he smirked and moved to rest a hand on his hip, guiding him back a little further. Fuck, he felt so full! It was like his insides were about to burst, only it didn't hurt.

"There you are." His ass finally met Hank's pelvis, and he stopped, taking a deep breath as he caressed his ass and held him close. Richard couldn't believe it, brown eyes wide as he looked at the hay between his fingers. Hank's cock was buried in his ass, balls resting snug against his thighs. "Fuck, you're so tight!" Richard moaned as Hank rubbed his passage, keeping him flush against his pelvis as he circled his hips. He wasn't sure if it was to loosen him up or make him feel good, but just for an instant, there was a heavenly sensation that made him moan and quiver. "Oh, you like that?" Hank took him in another circle, bringing that same surge of pleasure with it.

"H-Hank..."

"Shh, call me Henry." Richard shuddered at the invitation, still uncertain as Hank pulled out a little. That uncertainty almost vanished as he pushed back in with a small bump. He paused and circled again, getting another one of those little shudders that made his cock twitch. Richard moaned openly, knuckles white as he gripped the hay. "Fuck, that's good!" Richard's ass was warm and tight around his cock, and far looser than when he'd first pushed in. He didn't push too hard at first, just small rocks that bumped him enough to hit that deep spot.

"H-Henry!" That's more like it! There was nothing like hearing his real name at a time like this. The sound made him pull out a little more, forcing a much louder moan as he rocked in again. He moved both hands to his ass, pulling his cheeks wide to watch his cock slide in and out. Since Richard wasn't looking, Hank picked up his phone and took another picture of his pelvis snug against his ass, the base of his cock barely visible where it was buried so deep.

"Fuck, you should see how well you're taking my cock." He smirked as the click of the camera made Richard tremble. "Here, take a look at my cock in your ass." Richard turned his head, partly turned on and partly mortified as Hank showed him the close-up picture. As he looked, Hank rocked in, making him moan loudly. Chuckling, Hank dropped his phone on the bale and slapped his ass, watching the flesh jiggle as Richard yelped. "You ready for that fucking, your highness?" Richard looked aghast as he turned his head. You mean you haven't started yet? Hank smirked in response, pinging the straps on his thighs before gripping his hips.

"H-Henry-fuck!" It was the roughest thrust he'd ever felt, and that was only the start. Hank held his hips firm as he rocked in again, making his ass bounce against his rounded belly. Richard's eyes widened as the hands on his hips dragged him back with a firm pull. It was like he was stuck on elastic. The softness of Hank's stomach catapulted him forward, but those firm hands on his hips immediately yanked him back. A moan huffed out with each breath, and his own hips were soon rocking in time.

"Fuck, I knew it! I knew you'd ride my cock like you ride those horses! Fuck!" Richard couldn't do anything but whine at the exclamation. It was instinctual as his hips rolled with the bounce, riding in a new saddle. It was almost like he forgot how to talk as he opened his mouth and let out moan after moan, eyes watering as Hank pounded his ass. Along with the slide of his cock came the slap of his balls as they swung between his thighs to knock his own. His cock was dripping, happily bouncing with each hard thrust to slap his pelvis. Richard yelped louder as a hand on his shoulder hauled him up, hands beneath his knees lifting him off the bale and spreading him wide.

"H-Henry-Henry!" Too deep! He'd never felt anything like it. His ass was stretched to breaking point already. Hank's lips soon found his shoulder as he held him against his chest with his thighs flung wide, bouncing him in his arms like a rag doll. Richard moaned louder, voice echoing around the empty fields and probably audible for miles. Hank cursed against his neck as he turned his head and kissed his cheek. Reaching up, Richard gripped his neck, digging in his nails as he turned to meet his lips. With a satisfied moan, Hank pulled out and came, spilling on the bale in front of them. Richard whined and quivered, left empty and wanting.

"Shhh, hold on, honey. It's alright." Hank gently placed him on his knees, away from the sticky smears, and rolled him onto his back. Fuck...Richard looked like he was about to cry as Hank leaned down and kissed his way up his thigh. He wasted no time before latching onto his cock. The release was almost instantaneous. Richard moaned, thighs quivering as Hank surged forward and swallowed around him, greedily accepted his seed as he spilled. The little whines and whimpers continued as he sucked him clean and pulled off, being sure to snap a parting picture of his spent form lying spreadeagled on the bales. Hank sat beside him and leaned against the taller stack behind, both of them panting as they came down.

An awkwardness soon settled between them, the silence barely broken by their heaving breaths. Richard remained on his back with his thighs flung wide, brown eyes gazing up at the glittering night sky with a sense of awe. His shirt was still neat as ever, though now damp with sweat in places, especially beneath his arms and across his back. The breeze cooled his limp cock, hay pricked his ass and thighs, and his whole body felt heavy, still quivering with aftershocks. What the fuck was that? He still wasn't sure as Hank leaned down to kiss him again, softer this time.

"Come on, let's get you home." Richard could barely work up a hum in response, staying where he was as Hank stroked his hair. After a few moments, Hank got to his feet and pulled his pants up before gathering Richard's clothes. He was gentle as he unclipped the shirt garters and pulled up his pants, leaving the shirt loose as he pulled him to his feet to dress him properly. Richard rested a hand on his shoulder for balance as he stepped into his trousers, taking over and buckling his belt before slipping into the shoes Hank had recovered. As Richard dressed, Hank stacked the bales like before and hoped their misdeed would go unnoticed. Before leaving their spot, he pulled Richard closer to kiss him properly, stroking his soft cheek and holding him against his chest. He was reluctant to draw back, loath to lose that closeness. "Come on, Richie."