Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 18:27:32 +0000
From: HF
Subject: Working for the Farmer

When I was 14 I got roped into working for a local farmer for the summer. I
was staying in his farm house with him.  As far as I know he had never been
married and had no children so, being miles from the nearest town, we were
very much alone. The first few days we worked hard all day, then relaxed
and got to know each other in the evenings.  However, by the end of the
first week I had got to know him far better than I had ever expected.

I was showering after a particularly long day. This was the first bit of
privacy I had had in a few days, so took the opportunity to satisfy my
furious teenage libido. I had been jerking away on my developing prick for
a couple of minutes when the door to the shower slid open! It was the
farmer. I hadn't seen him come into the room because of the steamed up
windows, and besides, I was pretty involved with what I was doin myself...
I have always been a very small boy and he was undoubtedly a huge man. A
lifetime of physical labour had built his body to its massive size,
although his drinking problem meant he was by no means slim and toned. He
was drunk now. I could smell it on his heavy breath as he took a step
toward me, leering with a slight grin on his aged face. I had nowhere to
run, so I froze and waited for him to make the next move. He casually
reached over and put some shower gel into the palm of his hand. Then
reached down and used it to lubricate his hand over my still rock hard
cock. Within seconds of his gentle but firm stroking, all thoughts of
running away here long gone. It felt fantastic. He quickened his pace and I
started rocking my hips backwards and forwards in time with his rhythmic
pumps on my cock. He stepped fully into the shower cubical with me the
water soaking his work clothes which he still had on. He moved so he was
behind me, all the time maintaining his rhythmic massaging of my small but
fully engorged boy cock. His other hand reached down and groped clumsily
between my buttocks. The second he touched my anus I felt my balls tighten
and the familiar feeling of welling up pleasure moving through my cock as
my orgasm approached. I enthusiastically put my hand over his that was
surrounding my cock and squeezed his grip tighter. He got the message and
obliged my desires by giving my cock a final few really hard pounds through
his big clenched fist while simultaneously forcing his finger through my
virgin sphincter. I moaned loudly as I shot my small pubescent load onto
his hand and squeezed down on his finger that was embedded I my butt. He
took a few seconds to continue to massage my wilting cock before holding up
his cum covered hand to my mouth. He said nothing, but it was clear what he
wanted me to do. I put out my tongue and lapped up my own juice from his
heavy hand, sucking each finger as I came to it.

When he stepped back out of the shower I thought we were done and began
thinking for an excuse to leave the room as quickly as possible. But we
were not done. He swiftly removed his soaked clothes and stepped back into
the shower with me, naked. His cock was as large as the rest of him. He
stood filling the doorway to the shower, rubbing his swollen shaft with a
fixed stare on my naked body. I could tell the only way out of that room
would be to satisfy this massive cock presented before me. I reached out a
hand to touch it. That was all the consent he needed. In a powerful motion
he pinned me against the back wall, his flabby body pressed against mine.
Due to my diminutive size, my head only came up to his nipple and his hard
manhood reached up to mine. I tried to work my hand around his shaft, but
this was difficult as he passionately grinded it into my torso. Then he
took a step back the with one hand pulled my head downwards as his other
guided his throbbing meat between my lips. I had never sucked a cock
before, but this mattered little as he very much provided the motion. He
held my head firmly still while his hips thrusted back and forth, forcing
his thick dick in and out of my slobbering mouth. He moaned and grunted
aggressively as his pace ever quickened. I struggled to breath. Every
snatched breath made me inhale the sweaty stench of a working man's groin.
But I did not care. I was so lost in passion that all I could think of was
how to give the maximum pleasure to this pulsating cock. I was a slave and
it was my master, and I loved it. I reached a hand between his legs and
searched among the hair and flesh for his opening, as he had done to me
just minutes before. When I found it, I traced my fingertip around its
outside before pushing it as far in as I could in a single motion. He let
out a long sigh of satisfaction and instantly slowed his merciless pounding
of my face to a slower sensuous action, gliding his cock in deeper each
time, then pulling almost all the way out so the rim of his golf ball sized
bell was between my lips before forcing it back in.

All of a sudden he pulled out of my mouth, dragged me out of the shower and
tossed me onto the cold floor before him.  He straddled my head, once again
giving me a face to face view of his demanding turgid member and pendulous
balls.  He bent down into a 69 position and started to suck on my own cock,
which by now was harder than ever and begging to be touched. I tipped my
head back to give his massive throbbing cock access to my hot little
mouth. He prodded about my face a few times before his dick found what it
was looking for. I tried to greet the incoming meat by flicking my tongue
over its tip, but the farmer wanted more and thrust his cock deeper until
it hit the back of my throat.  I managed not to gag and tried to keep
sucking as hard as I could... I knew he was not far from cumming as his
dick was getting even bigger in my mouth. At his end, he had moved from my
cock and turned his attention to my virgin hole. He had used moisturiser
for lube and by now had two fingers thrusting in and out of me. As he
forced a third and then a fourth into me I thought I was going to burst,
but the pain soon turned into immense pleasure as me found a spot up there
that felt amazing. I bucked my hips to get more of his hand into me to
stroke that magic spot even more. He recognised that my pain had very much
turned to pleasure. He gave a final thrust into my mouth, but this was much
harder and deeper than any before. He forced his whole length deep down my
throat. He held it there for a couple of seconds grunting in a primal fit
of passion. My eyes bulged, it hurt and I couldn't breath, but none of this
mattered as it made me unbelievably horny feeling his manly cock throbbing
deep down my throat. He was hard because of me, and he was feeling this
great pleasure because of me. I finally felt needed by someone, and I was
more than happy to do whatever he wanted to make him cum harder than ever
before.  He could have done anything to me at that moment.

He pulled out of me in a swift action, leaving my body limp as I coughed
and gasped for breath. With my eyes streaming I had no idea what was going
on. I was picked up off the floor and hurriedly propelled across the room.
The next thing I knew I was slammed into and bent over the side of his bath
tub. As I stood there, butt exposed to the room, I realised what was
happening. He was going to fuck me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be fucked,
but I hardly had much choice. I glanced back to see his sweaty figure
stroking his spit-slickened shaft with one hand while the thumb of his
other found my loosened hole. I looked into his drunken eyes as he stepped
forward and pushed his swollen bell to my anus. He held it there for a few
seconds to wallow in the anticipation before roughly forcing it deep inside
me. Within three thrusts he had his full length inside me. Our bodies
slapped together as he relentlessly pounded my ass with every inch he
had. I was in agony, trapped being fucked hard by a man against my will,
knowing I could go nowhere until he was satisfied - but it felt
fantastic!. Each powerful thrust massaged my swollen prostate bringing me
ever closer to my own orgasm. I rocked backwards to meet his pounding hips,
making him fuck me harder and harder.  Within a minute I came, my thin boy
juice running down the side of the bath.  He wasn't far behind me as his
grunts turned into a constant bellow of ecstasy and his pounding got harder
and faster. No sooner had I felt his massive member swell and engorge
inside my already stretched butt than he pulled out of me, span me around
and forced his orgasming cock straight from my ass into my reluctant
mouth. I struggled to suck it as it swelled yet more before shooting stream
after stream of his manly cum into my mouth. He came more thanm I ever
thought possible and I tried to spit it out, but he continued to thrust
into me, hissing "swallow it" aggressively through gritted teeth. I
swallowed for what seemed like an hour before he finally released his grip
of my head and let me fall to the floor.

He didn't even look at me as walked straight out the door, his now
pendulous cock swaying before him. I had been roughly used and then left
alone in a heap, and I had couldn't have been happier. The only thought
going through my mind was how could the rest of the summer possibly follow
that...?