When my car ran out of gas on a country road I walked up to the nearest farm. No one seemed to be around and i decided to look in the barn to see if anyone was there. I was peering into a crib when suddenly a riding crop went WHACK on my ass. It hurt like hell but it startled me even more. I wheeled around and standing behind me was this shirtless sexpot. "What the fuck are YOU doing here?" he demanded. I explained about my car. Ignoring my plight, he commanded, "Get the fuck in here -- and kneel, you miserable motherfucker!."
Scared shitless at this point, I obeyed without really thinking. He unbuttoned and unzipped his riding pants and out came this glorious cock. "You're gonna suck my dick, you fucking trespasser, and suck it hard." "I'm not a queer," I protested. "That makes no fucking difference to me!" he exclaimed. "You're about to become one now!"
He pulled my head toward his crotch and I inhaled a strong male aroma. As a stableboy, so-called, he obviously did not shower ever day -- probably not even every other day. Maybe it was the novelty of the situation in which I now found myself, but the fact is that I was turned on by him and liked his look, his manner, and his smell. He grabbed my head and pressed my face onto his crotch, his hardening dick against my face.
"Lick, you pussy cocksucker," he commanded. "Suck my dick and suck it hard." I immediately got to work and soon found that I was not only not grossed out by the proceedings, I was, in fact, enjoying myself. I thought to myself, as his steely hard cock penetrated the upper regions of my throat, "This isn't half bad." At this point he was vigorously fucking my face, but I found that I really liked, even craved, the feeling of thickness in my throat. "I'm supposed to gag, I think," I said to myself, "but I'm not. Fuck! Am I a queer already? Just because I like what this dude is doing to me?"
Before I knew it he was grunting and groaning, ramming his cock in my mouth. I was cupping his buns and pulling him toward me. It was because of that that i realized he was trembling all over. Then, in a flash, a jet of warm liquid hit my tongue. And another, And another. The dude was loaded. My mouth was nearly full before the explosion subsided and I tasted this rather nice sweet-salty flavor. By instinct I squished it around in my mouth, between my teeth, and then swallowed it. "I can't fucking believe I swallowed a load of cum!" I reflected, with alarm. But it was too late to do anything about it.
Afterward, he made me lick and suck his balls and then his ass. He go hard again and that's when I learned what it means for a guy to lose his virginity. It hurt something awful, but after a few thrusts I found I didn't mind. He came again, this time deep inside my ass. It was then that I knew I was hooked. He knew it, too, because he began to slap my buns really hard and I only wiggled my ass for him.
When he was finished with me, he became really nice. He took me in the kitchen and gave me some dinner and then he got some gas out of the farm pump. As I was about to get in my car, he grabbed me and planted a kiss on my lips, his tongue piercing deep inside, as his facial stubble scratched my cheek. As he walked back toward the barn I drove away, thinking " I never knew that farm life could be so exciting!"
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When my car ran out of gas on a country road I walked up to the nearest farm. No one seemed to be around and i decided to look in the barn to see if anyone was there. I was peering into a crib when suddenly a riding crop went WHACK on my ass. It hurt like hell but it startled me even more. I wheeled around and standing behind me was this shirtless sexpot. "What the fuck are YOU doing here?" he demanded. I explained about my car. Ignoring my plight, he commanded, "Get the fuck in here -- and kneel, you miserable motherfucker!."
Scared shitless at this point, I obeyed without really thinking. He unbuttoned and unzipped his riding pants and out came this glorious cock. "You're gonna suck my dick, you fucking trespasser, and suck it hard." "I'm not a queer," I protested. "That makes no fucking difference to me!" he exclaimed. "You're about to become one now!"
He pulled my head toward his crotch and I inhaled a strong male aroma. As a stableboy, so-called, he obviously did not shower ever day -- probably not even every other day. Maybe it was the novelty of the situation in which I now found myself, but the fact is that I was turned on by him and liked his look, his manner, and his smell. He grabbed my head and pressed my face onto his crotch, his hardening dick against my face.
"Lick, you pussy cocksucker," he commanded. "Suck my dick and suck it hard." I immediately got to work and soon found that I was not only not grossed out by the proceedings, I was, in fact, enjoying myself. I thought to myself, as his steely hard cock penetrated the upper regions of my throat, "This isn't half bad." At this point he was vigorously fucking my face, but I found that I really liked, even craved, the feeling of thickness in my throat. "I'm supposed to gag, I think," I said to myself, "but I'm not. Fuck! Am I a queer already? Just because I like what this dude is doing to me?"
Before I knew it he was grunting and groaning, ramming his cock in my mouth. I was cupping his buns and pulling him toward me. It was because of that that i realized he was trembling all over. Then, in a flash, a jet of warm liquid hit my tongue. And another, And another. The dude was loaded. My mouth was nearly full before the explosion subsided and I tasted this rather nice sweet-salty flavor. By instinct I squished it around in my mouth, between my teeth, and then swallowed it. "I can't fucking believe I swallowed a load of cum!" I reflected, with alarm. But it was too late to do anything about it.
Afterward, he made me lick and suck his balls and then his ass. He go hard again and that's when I learned what it means for a guy to lose his virginity. It hurt something awful, but after a few thrusts I found I didn't mind. He came again, this time deep inside my ass. It was then that I knew I was hooked. He knew it, too, because he began to slap my buns really hard and I only wiggled my ass for him.
When he was finished with me, he became really nice. He took me in the kitchen and gave me some dinner and then he got some gas out of the farm pump. As I was about to get in my car, he grabbed me and planted a kiss on my lips, his tongue piercing deep inside, as his facial stubble scratched my cheek. As he walked back toward the barn I drove away, thinking " I never knew that farm life could be so exciting!"
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