The Farmhand

Getting up before dawn and spending my days up to my knees in mud is not conducive to having a regular sex life. Most nights I was too tired to even have a wank.

The farm was fairly remote so a quick jaunt to the local pub required careful planning and was an event. Every now and again I could hitch a lift with one of the other farmhands but this was very few and far between.

Most of the guys I came into contact with in those barren years were other farm hands who I worked with; gnarled old men with families in tied cottages, never under 50.

That was until one day when I was tasked with taking delivery of a tanker full of grain destined for the feed hoppers.

It was mid afternoon when the lorry pulled into the yard. All the other staff were up in the fields herding livestock and I looked forward to an easy time. All I had to do was show the driver where the grain input was and then hang around for about 40 minutes while the contents of his tanker pumped out into our silo. Then I had to ensure the valve was shut properly, sign his paperwork and help him back out of the yard.

What I wasn’t expecting was for the driver to be a muscular guy of about 25, all hunky in a crop sleeve T shirt, cut down denim jeans and Lumberjack boots jumping down from the cab.

I gasped involuntarily and gaped as he strode over to me, his crotch moving enticingly as he walked.

“Where’s yer valve, mate?” I could feel a warm flush creeping up my neck as he got nearer.

“Er, here, I’ll show you” and led the way to the silo “down there. You need a hand?”

“Nah, I can get this” and squatted down to undo the valve. In doing so the back of his shorts gaped and I could see the shiny crack of his ass, the fine hairs glistening in the sunlight.

He quickly attached his hose, sauntered back to the cab and, cranking up the engine somewhat, opened the valve at his end. The grains rattled along the hose and into the silo.

“That’ll take a while. Wanna drink?” He picked up a couple of Cokes from his cab and tossed one to me. He took a slug and fixed his eyes on me as I flipped the top and took a swig. I could see him looking me up and down and noticed a movement in his shorts.

Really? Surely I couldn’t be this lucky.

Without taking his eyes off me he walked past me towards the barn. I was powerless to do anything but follow him.

Once inside it took a while to adjust to the gloom. Slowly I could see him, deep inside the barn, leaning against the hay. As my eyes got used to the darkness I could see his shorts were hanging open, his cock engorged and busting out of the fly. He was slowly massaging it with one hand as his other rubbed the can of coke down his chest. I almost came on the spot. My cock was so hard I had to loosen it, no matter what. I paused just inside the doorway, hopefully out of sight.

As he slowly worked his foreskin up and down his shorts slowly slid down and the full awesomeness of his cock and balls came into view. I was mesmerised and let out an involuntary groan. He leisurely opened his eyes and met my gaze. His cock jumped to full erection, the foreskin straining back behind the head, glistening in the gloom. His balls did that dancing thing, riding up in the ball sac and then down again. All the time his eyes kept mine in thrall. Locked in a gaze like a tractor beam I was drawn towards him. My hard on was so solid it was painful to even walk and I stumbled towards my very own Yorkie man.

By the time I got to him his shorts had hit the floor and, letting go of his cock, he grabbed my jeans belt and pulled me to him. For a moment we stood face to face, his hard cock brushing against my straining crotch. Closer still and his throbbing dick rubbed up against my stomach. I looked down and could see a globule of pre-cum oozing out of his cock head. When I looked up it was to find his face so close I could feel his breath on my lips. Without warning his mouth clamped over mine and I felt his tongue tip probing, levering its way between my teeth. I had never been kissed by a guy and was unsure what to do but he took control straight away. His hot, moist kisses sent my senses into overdrive and I thrust my groin hard into his pushing his cock flat against my body. I could feel his hands grabbing my butt as he pulled me even closer. Then one hand was inside the back of my jeans as the other fumbled with my belt. I pulled back and quickly undid both belt and jeans allowing his hand to quickly slide down between my cheeks and find my virgin hole.

I gasped as his thick workman’s finger probed my asshole. His other hand swiftly pushed my jeans and boxers down and my aching cock sprang forth. He pushed me backwards and I fell against the hay bales, the cut ends of the grass scratching my back and ass. His head immediately went down and my cock was sucked it into his warm wet mouth. It was all I could do not to cum on the spot but I was desperate for this encounter to last. His hand manipulated my balls like a circus juggler until his finger once more found my hole. This time, however, he lifted my legs and slung them over his shoulders. Suddenly I realised there were two fingers inside me, and I was enjoying it. A finger found what I later realised was my prostate and the urge to cum was almost unbearable. I had never in my wildest fantasies imagined how good this was going to be.

My eyes were closed as I concentrated on not releasing the ejaculate that was bubbling in my balls so I didn’t realise until too late that his cock had replaced his fingers in my hole. As he slowly forced his way in I instinctively relaxed and suddenly his balls were slapping against my cheeks and his cock was deep inside me, throbbing and thrusting as he found his rhythm. All the while one hand was working my cock until I had to ask him to stop. I was almost at the point of no return. Leaning on both hands beside my head he leant over and started kissing me again. I could still taste my cock in his mouth and wondered how much longer I could hold out. My senses were becoming overwhelmed.

His thrusts were becoming more urgent as he moved inexorably towards his climax, as was I. Suddenly he shuddered and I could feel the warm jet of spunk filling my ass. The final thrust went way up into my body and I instinctively clenched my ass muscles in order to hold him in my embrace for as long as possible. But eventually I had to release him and he slowly pulled out.

I was still rock hard so, gentleman that he was, he started to suck me again. This time with an urgency I hadn’t witnessed before.

It wasn’t long before I reached that point again but this time I didn’t hold back and gushed my hot cum into his mouth. There was so much that it dribbled out of the corner of his mouth as his head came up, a sly grin playing across his lips. His head came down towards me and his lips locked against mine as we shared my cum. Back and forth it went, each transfer a little less than last time until there was nothing left. My tongue reached into his mouth, anxious for the last vestiges of my ejaculate and, if I am honest, also anxious to prolong our intimacy for as long as possible.

Eventually spent we lay back on the hay bales. I looked over at him. His muscular body shone in the half light, his semi hard cock resting against his thigh. I ran a finger over it, up over the foreskin and across the still wet head. I licked my finger. I too wanted a mouthful of his hot cum.

Maybe next delivery day