Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 23:33:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Max Iman <max.iman@rocketmail.com>
Subject: New Zealand mature farmer and the farm help

Author: Maxwell Beazley
Email: max.iman@rocketmail.com
Category: Gay Male Rural
  The following is a true story of events that occurred during the
adolescent years of the writer and his employer which progressed into a
sexual relationship. The names of the characters have been changed to
protect the identity of the parties and their families. It is the
property of the writer and is not to be altered, copied or plagiarized in
any form.

CHAPTER 2.

I awoke to the distant sound of a crowing rooster. It took a moment to
gather my thoughts and to recalling my unfamiliar surroundings. The
memory of the events to the previous day came to mind.
I was in bed alone. My bladder was at bursting point. I needed to find a
toilet, and quickly. I hauled myself out of bed nearly stumbling. My head
felt like thunder. That?ll learn ya! I could hear my mother say.
I found a toilet off the hallway. Having relieved my bladder I then
embarked on an adventure of discovery. The end of the hallway led into a
large kitchen with even larger windows. I leaned against the kitchen
bench. Driveway outside absent of a Land Rover. I remembered then that
Allan had dairy cows to tend to that needed to be milked each morning and
afternoon. I found an empty tumbler and golloped down 2 full glasses of
water. My head ached like hell. I returned to bed ? just rest for another
10 minutes and I should be right ?.I thought.

I must have fallen into a deep sleep only to be awakened by a strange
shaking sensation. I opened my eyes to see Allan sitting on the bed
removing his pants and shirt. Milking must be done I thought. He slipped
between the sheets and drew me close to him. ?Your freezing? I said. ?Must be
cold out there?.
?Bloody cold. Been raining?
?The hardness of his cock rubbed against me. I slipped my hand down
reaching for his raging member. ?It?s cold too?
?You better warm him up then?.
?He?s feels sticky?
?Do you blame him, after last night??
?Can?t be last night. You been stroking him??
?Had to. He was still stiff?
?Did you wank him off in the cowshed??
?Yeah?.
?Cum??
?Yeah?
?Nice??
?Yeah?.
I gently stroked the raging beast beneath the bed covers. Pre-cum oozed
over my stroking fingers. Allan reached for my hard cock. We stroked in
unison. ?Iwant to suck it? I moaned.
?Go down, he wants you too? came the response.
I wasted no time. I slipped down the bed, threw back the bed sheet to
expose the cock that mares in heat would envy. In the morning light, it
looked huge. The head was flared, dark red. Cock juice spilling from the
eye slit. Prominent blood filled veins protruded from the cock shaft. The
heat of it was intense. It bucked and jerked under its own power. Each
time it jerked more pre-cum expelled from the cock slit. It was oozing
down the shaft. I licked it off savouring the flavour to the primal moans
of a man possessed. Driven by desire, I engulfed the flared cockhead in
my mouth. Allan bucked and shivered beneath me. He wanted this and wanted
it bad. I devoured it. Slurping, sucking, licking. My tongue swirling
around the knob and glands. Allan was withering as though he was in pain.
I pumped my hand up and down his thick throbbing cock shaft, the oozing
pre-cum making it slick and slimy. ?Oh, fuck? moaned Allan. ?I?mgonna shoot soon ?
ready to shoot?
I felt his cock thicken and jerk. I knew what was coming. Spoof, spoof,
spoof ?.Jets of thick hot cum blasted into my hungry cock sucking mouth. ?Oh
fuck me ?.fuck me? Allan ranted his body shivering and jerking
uncontrollably. ?Fuck me? his voice fading as his climax abated. His still
raging hard cock showed no signs of softening. I continued with my gentle
stroking whilst licking at the inflamed cock head. ?He?s still stiff?
?Yeah. He loves it. Never had this before?
?He?s not going down?
?Think he wants more? Allan muttered sarcastically.
I needed no further prompting. I resumed my stroking and engulfed the
still hard cockhead in my warm and cum splattered mouth. ?Ohhh? Allan sighed.
I increased my sucking motion. Pre-cum was again oozing from the cock
eye-lit. This man was amazing. He has just cum but still wasn?t done. His
cock remained rock hard.
I pumped and pumped with my hand. With my free hand I stroked his
pendulous balls. Allan opened his legs to give me better access. I
released my mouth from his cock and dove for his balls licking, sucking
each ball into my mouth. Allan was lost with passion. His raging cock
swelled in my hand. I engulfed it yet again with my mouth, sucking and
licking while pumping his shaft with pre-cum soaked hand. His audible
moans were higher pitched almost a whisper. His hips bucking and
twisting, thrusting up to meet my pumping hand and mouth. ?Eemmm . eemmm ? so
fucking sweet ? fucking beautiful? ?.?Oh fuucckkk ? gonna cum again ?.. gonna blow
?.FUCCKKK!!!?
I felt the familiar swelling of his fuck organ quickly followed by the
flooding bursts of hot cum. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt ?.Cum gushed
everywhere. Too much to contain. I swallowed as much as I could manage
but the volume of cum was just too much. It was splattered everywhere.
His pubic hair matted in fresh spunk. Similarly, his belly button had a
pool of cum oozing from it. Cum covered his chest hair. My chin and chest
was also covered in his cum. He breathing eased and on opening his eyes
he noted the cum bath and mess that he had caused. ?Who did that?? he asked.
?Wasn?t me but I helped? I retorted.
Finally the cock in my stroking hand slowly softened until it lay relaxed
in its nest of pubic hair. It still looked angry. The cockhead a crimson
red even in its softened state.
?Come here? he commanded. ?My turn?.
He scooted down the bed and before I could say Jack Robinson he was
sucking on my hardening cock. ?You know what your gonna get? I reminded him.
?Eeemmm? came the response. His mouth was full so I took it as a sign of good
manners.
Allan?s tongue slithered and licked its way up and down my cock shaft and
cock head. I was withering with heightened pleasure. I could feel the cum
boiling in my balls. Not long now, and he?ll be reminded of the taste of
the spunk he enjoyed from last night. ?I?mnear? I warned him. He increased his
sucking pressure. My balls ached. I was ready to blow. ?Fuck ? oh fuck ? here
it cums? I screamed under my breath ?.?I?mcumming? I felt the pumping of my cock as
my balls blasted out the load. Allan whimpered ?eeemmm ? eemmm? as if his taste
buds were savouring the flavour of the warm spunk. ?eemmm? he moaned.
My cock quickly deflated as Allan sucked the remaining life from it. He
crawled up the bed and nested down beside me wrapping an arm around my
chest. ?Enjoy that? I said.
?Nice?
Our lips met and we embraced in a heated kiss, tongues searching for
remnants of remaining cum we each had shared. ?Taste your cum? I quietly
queried.
?Yeah. Nice. Tastes like yours. You love it don?t you??
?Yeah. I like it. Nice?
?Ilike it too. Feel sleepy now?
?Me too.?

The sound of pelting rain on the tin roof stirred me back to reality. It
was pouring down. Allan too, was showing signs of life. Glancing at his
watch he announced it was after 2pm. We must have slept for near on 5
hours. Allan still had an arm draped over me in an embrace. I could feel
his hardness throbbing against me. The guy was a machine. His cock had a
life of its own. My thoughts immediately returned to the day before and
my car still parked in a paddock near the market gardens storage shed. ?Are
you able to run me to get my car? I queried of Allan.
?Sure. Have something to eat first I?m starving?
Come to think of it, so was I.
Allan jumped out of bed scrambling to find his pants. His cock stood at
45 degrees from his crotch. Recharged in all its glory. Swollen, cockhead
exposed and flaming red glands. He pulled his pants on stuffing his
hardness down to one side whilst zipping up. The shape of his raging cock
obvious to the bulging tube down one trouser leg. It stuck out leaving no
doubt as to its mass. Blessed man I thought.
I followed. Pulled on my clothes and headed for the bathroom to wash up.
I found Allan in the kitchen assembling an array of leftover food from
the fridge. Cold lamb roast and tomato and lettuce. A loaf of bread
appeared from a cupboard. Butter and salt and pepper. It looked inviting.
My stomach rumbled with anticipation.
We sat silently while eating to our fill. Washed down with a cup of tea,
I felt a new man. I had been feed, watered and had my balls emptied to
boot. Who could ask for more. I helped clean up the table and dishes. We
were done here.
?Lets go? commanded Allan grabbing his keys.
The drive to the market garden shed took us down a gravel road to the
back of the farm which led on to the main tarsealed road. The rear of the
farm property was closer to the local township than where Allan?s house was
situated. It took about 20 minutes to navigate the narrow roadway with
twists and turns and to dodging the numerous potholes and washouts along
the way. Just to think, Milk Tankers traversed the road daily. One had to
wonder how they managed to do it. The road was no wider than a footpath.

We arrived at the storage shed witness to the previous night?s events. My
car sat where I had left it. The place was deserted otherwise. The door
of the shed was securely shut and padlocked. Allan produced a key and the
door was then rolled back to the fully open position. We were surprised
to find the place clean and orderly. Other than a couple of beer crates
stacked near the side wall, all other evidence of the previous night
events had been removed. The table was wiped clean. No trace of cigarette
butts or ash cans. The stale scent of beer remained in the air but
otherwise, one would not have guessed it was the scene of a full-on
raging party the night before. Checking out the back of the shed Allan
discovered neatly stacked crates of empty beer bottles out of view from
the roadway and from any prying eyes. He was pleased. ?Great crew? I heard
him comment. The rain had resumed and started pelting down in waves. We
took shelter back in the confines of the shed hoping that it would ease
enough to get to our cars. I felt Allan move closer to me extending an
arm over my shoulder. Allan turned toward me rubbing his swollen crotch
against me. Our lips met yet again in a passionate kiss. Tongues
searching intertwined. I reached for his crotch and felt the familiar
hardness. His swollen rod bursting against the corduroy fabric yearning
for release. ?Let him out? I whispered. Allan needed no further prompting.
Undoing the top button of his pants I unzipped the fly his pants dropping
them to his knees. His cock sprung forward standing at 90 degrees from
its root swinging wildly. I grasped the shaft in my clasped fingers
gently stroking its length from its base up and over the ridge of the
engorged cockhead. I felt the familiar flow of cock slime ooze through my
fingers. Allan reached for my crotch. His fingers eager to get the top
button loose and fly unzipped. I helped him releasing my swollen cock to
his searching hand. We stroked each other heightening our sexual desire
for imminent release. His cock slime drooled like a dripping tap. My
stroking hand slid along the throbbing shaft and over the cockhead with
liquid ease. A faint slurping sound filled the air. I glanced down at the
massive organ in my hand. The cockhead was blazing crimson. The foreskin
pulled back that it appeared that it couldn?t be stretched any further. The
girth of the cockhead looked like a giant lollypop at the end of a
policeman?s baton. I guessed that my cock when erect, touched on 6 and half
inches. Looking at both cocks, mine was dwarfed by Allan?s rod. I estimated
it at 8 and a half to 9 inches in length. Its girth however I could not
even imagine. My clasped fingers could not meet around its thickness. It
was an impressive cock. Strings of cock slime drooled from the cock slit,
long strings that broke away and pooled in the dirt on the ground. What a
waste I thought. I wanted to taste it again. I dropped to my knees
engulfing the dripping cockhead in my mouth. Allan thrust forward moaning
his approval. The shed was filled with the sound of slurping accompanied
by guttural moans of primal desire. ?Eeemmm ?.Eeemm . fuck yeah? Allan moaned.
?Oh fuck yeah. Suck that cock ?.Suck it?
I needed no encouragement. I sucked and stroked that massive cock in
earnest. Quickening my pace I pumped his cock shaft while rolling my
tongue around the cockhead licking at the exposed glands. Allan was
bucking like a madman. Hips thrusting. Hands clasped on the back of my
head. I felt him pulling at my hair cursing under his breath ?Fuckin? cock
sucker. My fuckin? cock sucker?. His eyes were clasp shut a look of pain on
his face. His lips pursed, spittle trickled down one side of his mouth.
He was thrusting like a Wildman ?.?FUCK ?.. FUCK? he screamed, the word ?FUCK?
reverberated off the sheds tin walls. ?FUCK ?.I?m gonna shoot ? here it cums. ?Cock
cream ? fuckin cock cream!!!? The thick cock head lodged in my mouth pulsed
briefly closely followed by the onslaught of jets of hot cum. One blast
after another. Cum spewed from my mouth and nostrils. It gushed down my
chin. Cum splattered down my shirt and trousers. Allan?s trousers were
sodden with his wet warm cum. There was so much of it I had little chance
of taking it all. Allan?s body jerked uncontrollably while his pulsating
cock filled my mouth with blasts of spunk. His balls must have the cum
capacity of an elephant I thought to myself. Unbelievable.
Allan settled and his cock slowly deflated. He was spent. Beads of
perspiration appeared on his brow.
?Bloody amazing. Never cum like that before. Man ?.. never thought it would
be that good. I could easily become addicted to having my cock sucked?.
?You?re welcome. Never sucked a cock before so I wouldn?t know?.
?You can suck mine whenever you like. Or, whenever I like?? ? ?Joking?.
The rain had eased and I made a move to zip up.
?Ihaven?t finished yet? mused Allan dropping to his knees pants still gathered
around his knees, his spent cock swaying side to side. He grasped at my
fly and released my still rock hard cock which he engulfed in his mouth.
?Oh yeah. You want some cream to aye?? I teased.
?eeemm? he moaned in response.
?Alright then. Get ready for it?.
I grabbed at the back of his head and pumped it back and forth onto my
raging cock. ?Suck it ?.You want it, fuckin? suck it?. I was strangely filled
with resentment that he would think that I was his cock slut. Fuck him I
thought. If he thinks I would be his cocksucker then he can be mine. I
pumped harder. Choking sounds emanated from Allan?s throat. I was ramming
my cock down his throat tube. I could feel the head of my cock pushing
against his throat muscles. I lunged again and felt the tightness give
way. My cockhead slipped through giving the most amazing feeling. It felt
like my cock was trapped in a vice. I pumped harder. Allan?s throat muscles
had opened and my thrusting cock slide with ease down his throat. The
muscles of his throat clasping on my dick. The sensations were
incredible. I knew I would cum soon. I rammed harder, no mercy ? no mercy.
You want cock. Here it is. The familiar feeling of my balls lifting
accompanied by that tingling sensation deep in my groin, I knew I was
close. ?Here it cums ?.this what you want? Here it is? I hissed as I exploded
in his mouth. Allan thrust forward burying my pumping cock down his
throat. I could see the bulge of my cockhead lodged in his throat. I knew
the blasts of cum would not be wasted. All of it deposited deep into his
gut. His throat muscles stopping any cum from escaping while my balls
emptied their load for the third time in less than 24 hours.
I helped Allan to his feet. We embraced, lips locked together tasting the
cum remnants that remained. Soon our kissing became more urgent and
passion filled. Something had happened between us. We both felt it. I was
not sure what it was but barriers had been broken for both of us. I could
not help but wonder ? Where would it lead us

??..