Farmboy

My name is Shad. I moved to San Francisco from Salina Kansas. Salina? Yuk! What a berg. Constant hot wind in the summer and terrible storms in the winter. If I ever see another wheat or cornfield I'll scream. No mountains or nothing. You just look across the plains into infinity. The people in Salina are bible slappers. What's good for them is good for you and you'd better not sin. I came to San Francisco before I got caught sinning. I'm gay and I was playing around with another farm kid. Jeez! If the community found out I'd be tarred and feathered and run out of town.

This kid's name was Justin. He'd been helping me do some farm work and we decided to lay back in a haystack and rest a bit. Male talk of course turned to dirty jokes and I saw the bulge in his overalls. This caused my peter to swell. It was a compulsive urge. I reached down and grabbed his crotch. He tried to fight me off yelling, "Hey! What are you doing? Stop! Don't!"

I had become uncontrollably aggressive. Perhaps it was starting to be rape, but I just had have his balls and prick. We wrestled in the hay a real long time. I finally got his bib straps unsnapped and pulled his coveralls off. He wasn't wearing any shorts and lay there bare ass naked. He had cupped himself with his hands, but I pried them away, gripped his dick, and fondled his balls. He was still squirming and bucking trying to stop me but I got him uncapped, exposing his swollen red tip. I put it in my mouth and held his balls. Justin tried to pull my head away. I just kept sucking. It must have finally started feeling real good. Justin slowly relaxed his grip and instead of trying to pull me off, he pushed my head down for more. I had subdued him.

He pumped a big wad into my mouth but his dick didn't go down so I kept working on it 'til I got two more good cums. He was moaning with pleasure. I even pushed my finger up his asshole. He uttered a surprised cry. When I was done, Justin looked surprised and bewildered. He wasn't angry at all. He'd just experienced a new happening in his life. He apparently liked it.

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I pulled my own coveralls down. Justin was a little hesitant to touch me but his eyes were fixed on my hard on. I guided his hand to my dick and told him it was O.K. if he gave it a feel. It didn't take long before he was jackin' me and playing with my balls. He got courage to put my cock in his mouth. I had to instruct him how and where to use his tongue.

Justin got broken in real good that day. Completely lost his cock virginity and even swallowed my cum. Since he was a bible boy, I knew that he was going to feel extra guilty about what he did. I told him that it was O.K. and that we came together because God wanted it that way. Justin really believed since God had let this happen that he now belonged to me and I could have him whenever I wanted. This was great. I'd just tell him where to meet me, and the time, and he'd be there waiting. I made a place in the barn loft. I moved a bunch of hay bales for a crawl hole that no one but us knew about. This opened up into a small private secluded area where I had put a blanket and pillow atop a hay mattress.

Lots of times Justin would crawl in holding his bible asking why God wanted this. No matter if he whined, I knew he wouldn't be there if he wasn't anticipating getting his cock sucked....and sucking mine. If he got reluctant, I'd just get a hammerlock around his waist, squeeze around his crotch a few times til his dick swelled and then it was down with his pants. He might cry just a little bit but his whimpering always turned to blissful moans after I started working on him.

I'll always have visions of Justin's body. It was gorgeous...smooth and flowing. He'd lie on his back and spread his legs. Before I started anything I'd have to look him over. His prick was well proportioned and hard as a metal bolt. His uncapped red tip was flared with color, his pee hole open. Two firm balls were in the clutch below, one hanging slightly above the other. His skin had a healthy fresh tone. Silky, soft tan hair made a patch above his prick with loose strands dropping downward.

Butts have always turned me on. Justin's was anatomically beautiful. Two well formed smooth cheeks, almost cherub-like. His crack was tight. I loved to run my hand over his buns and draw my finger up and down his crack. With a thumb and forefinger, I'd gently spread open the bottom half so his pucker was in view. It always looked inviting, like it wanted to receive a well lubed finger or a hard cock. But Justin had to learn to like my finger in his pucker. He had kind of a hangup. He never liked me to mess around back there. I had to break him in slowly. I wanted his pucker more relaxed. When I first started, the only way I could get my finger in his butt was when he was cuming. I'd watch for signs when I was tonguing him. When he started to convulse, my greased finger was there, ready to move in. Justin was in no condition to stop me as he shot his wad. My finger intensified his sensation. Through my massage, his asshole started to relax and he developed that asshole "itch". He found my finger gave it relief. His hole finally started loosening so I could get two fingers in and slide them past my mid knuckles. I congratulated myself on my patience. Now it was time to use my peter.

For Justin's benefit, I secured a grip bar that sat pretty close to the floor. If a man is going to take something up his ass, he is more comfortable if he is gripping something.

Justin had to have been thinking about getting butt fucked. His asshole had that special itch and could now take two fingers. He had to know it was close to cock time. On the planned day, Justin arrived on time as instructed. I sucked him off knowing after cumming, his body would be more relaxed. I would not let him touch me even though I was raging hard. I had a special place I was going to shoot my cum.

I had Justin turn on his side and draw up a leg. I gently massaged his asshole until it loosened. He got to his knees, drew up, spread his legs, and grasped the bar. His beautiful butt and pucker target were staring at me. Greasing my dick, I hoped I wouldn't cum prematurely.

I put it against his hole, tucking it in just a little, then withdrawing, watching his hole nip at it. I pushed it further, held it, then slowly pushed some more. His muscle wrapped around my tip. He moaned. I could see him gripping the bar tightly.. I didn't know if he was feeling pain, ectasy, or both. My tip moved inward past the tightness. My shaft easily followed. My balls pressed against his butt. I had scored. I held still for a few moments letting his ass muscles adjust. I started slowly pumping forwards and backwards. It took super human power not to cum right then. I moved it around some more, then I got into uncontrollable heat. I slammed at him, back and forth as fast and as hard as I could. Justin wiggled his butt muttering, "OH, GOD! OH GOD!"

My cum was starting. I rammed with brute force, then held my last thrust against his cheeks. I spurted and spurted deep into his body. I withdrew completely spent. I looked down. Justin spilled cum from his dick all over the floor. Later, Salina had a scandal. A choirmaster was accused of messing around with two teen age choir boys. The town was in a uproar. Citizens demanded justice. The choirmaster was almost lynched. That is why I decided I'd better to move to San Francisco.

Oh yes, Justin came with me.

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