+++Now isn't that just a ducky story for you young, under 18 kids? NOT! This is for old than 18 year olds. Git back on the plow youngins' 'n cum on back when yer older.
Joshua Young just graduated from the agriculture college. One of the professors said that the boy had enough knowledge of food growing and processing that he'd recommend him to a food distributing company he knew. "No need to do all that dawn to dusk hard work. You can use your head, Josh."
This particular professor had fallen totally in love with the gorgeous farm boy, but he suppressed himself and never made any untoward moves towards him, though it took all his strength. He had to see that boy every day at the experimental farm. Josh wore his old Bibb overalls with the broken button on one side. This exposed his smooth, strong, tanned shoulder to view, and the gaping side have an enticing view of his muscled belly and sides. It was all Prof. Baker could do not to reach out and caress that flesh.. And when Josh would stare at him when he was explaining things, those perfectly blue colored eyes would shine into his soul, while the boy's generous mouth with sparkling white teeth would smile at him.
The young professor was almost glad that Josh finished his courses. He figured he'd was about to die of love if he had to see Josh any more.
Right after graduation, Josh stopped by to say goodbye. "You bin so good to him, Prof. Baker. I want to thank you fer everythin' 'specialty that letter of 'troduction to that company."
"I'm sure they will like you as much as I do and offer you the job. Now remember, you've been raised in the country. Be careful in the big city and the big city folks you'll meet. They all aren't as nice as you, nor as trusting."
Josh nodded his head, but he hardly heard the warning. He was just plumb excited to see the city. He hugged Baker with his strong arms. The Professor could smell the boy's fresh, natural scent of one who had eaten only the best food from the farm and milk right from the cow. His head swirled in lust and he was reluctant for the embrace to end. But he mastered himself and drew away, slapping Josh on the back and wishing him luck.
Josh's appointment for an interview was for ten o'clock on the very day he arrived at the big city bus station. Several young guys lolling around the station eyed him hungrily as his six foot perfect body strode through. Josh had his canvas bag slung over his shoulder and the arm holding it bulged with farm muscle. One of the hangers on fanned himself at the sight of it. All of them noted the bulge at the bottom of the buttons. This was a paragon of male beauty. One that rivaled anything they had seen before.
Josh stepped up to a group of three kids. "Do you'all know how to git to Center Street? Is it fer? Kin a walk it?"
They were so struck with lust that it paralyzed their vocal cords for a minute. Finally one blond young man stepped forward and cleared his throat several times. "It's about twenty blocks from here. You can get a cab in front of the station."
Josh laughed throwing his head back, exposing his smooth, strong neck and his open mouth with the healthy pink tongue and gleaming teeth. The boy almost passed out at the sight. "Oh my, oh my, twenty blocks. I surely walk twice that on the spread. I thank you, but I aim to use my two legs and save the fare."
He set out, the three boys checking out his strong thighs and ass as he departed.
All along the way to the Center Street building in the distance, girls and men started at him. It was as though a spot light from above lit his shiny, thick hair that tumbled over his forehead and picked up his well-formed chest and lingered over his prominent, perfectly shaped backside. He didn't seem to notice as he finally entered the revolving doors of the building.
A young, uniformed lad was at the lobby reception desk. "May I help you?" he said, and to himself, 'I sure would love to help you."
"Why shore sir, kin you direct me to the Acme Food Processing Company, I'm here to ask fer a job with them."
"Yes, it's on floor seven, they have the whole floor. I bet you'll get the job. I know I'd give it to you."
"Why thankee. I shore hope so. I'm a bit nervous. See my armpit is wet."
The young kid swayed as he grew a bit faint. He could get a small whiff of farm boy sweat and it was sweet. "I luck," he managed to get out.
The 7th floor had the name of the company in gold leaf as Josh exited the elevator. He was immediately met by another young man who, he thought, might be a brother of the one down in the lobby. They both were shaved so carefully and walked kind of like dancers.
"Oh yes babe, Mr. Jeff Adams is expecting you. Walk this way, I mean in this direction."
Always polite, Josh knocked on the door. "Enter!" called out a strong mellow voice from within. Josh pushed open the door and was impressed to see a slim, tall young executive, his face decorated with a small goatee and moustache. Josh always admired these kind of facial decorations. Unfortunately his smooth, satiny face could not produce a beard.
If Josh was impressed, Adams was doubly so. He couldn't help blurting out, "Wow, you are more than I expected from Professor Baker's letter. Come over here and sit in this chair near me."
Josh held out his big farm hand and Jeff shook it, its warmth filling his cock with buzzes. He cleared his throat and began to describe the job. "Seeing that you make such a hot appearance, we might use you in our spot TV announcements, in addition to your work as a technical adviser."
Josh was both pleased and worried by those words. "Mr. Adams, I am a bit hot lak you say and I hope the sweat on my face doesn't make you feel that I am jes a rube. It's jest that I am so proud to be here that..."
Jeff was touched by the innocense of the boy. "Oh know kid, hot just means you make a good impression." Then the tall, slim man put his hand on Josh's shoulder. "I think that you are good for this job providing you can pass the test, and that my brother okays your hire."
"Why shore, I am good at tests. What is it?"
"Well first you must remove all of your clothes, we have to see what we are getting."
Now Josh was a nature boy, it never bothered him to be naked. He used to swim that way and sometimes he'd get up at dawn to milk the cows and jest do it nude, just the way he slept./
So Josh just stood up and lifted each of his legs and undid his store bought shoes, then his thick white socks baring his big, perfectly shaped feet. He glanced up because he heard Adams breathing hard. "Are you okay sir?"
Jeff cleared his throat. "Yes, go on, finish what you're doing."
Josh undid his first real dressy shirt and took it off and placed it carefully on the chair back, then hopped up and down getting his dress pants off. He wore no under ware, never did. It only meant more to wash had he worn them. But his jumping up and down displayed his generous penis shaped like a long blunt tube, the foreskin fitting just as if it were fitted by a master tailor. Below, his good sized balls in their tender hairless sac, bounced boyish display.
Jeff had to keep swallowing to stay from slumping off his chair at the masculinity of such perfection appearing before him. Finally he blurted, "Have you ever had a blow job?"
For a moment Josh didn't answer. Finally his mind reached into his file of obscure knowledge and he answered, "Oh my, me and my brother Hiram don't call it that. We jes call it suckling. We call on one of 'tother" when we are hurtin' from having too much milk in our testicle."
Then to explain, he hefted his testicles and said, "These are them."
Jeff gulped a few more times and then decided he would have to regain mastery of the situation. "Now young farm boy, sit on that chair and spread your legs so I can give you a blow job. If you pass this test, and my brother approved, you on in."
Jeff pulled off his own clothes. Josh was very admiring of the young man's sleek body and the pretty hair that grew on his chest. Jeff's long slim cock was already up and shaking. He knelt down between Josh's powerful thigh and blew on the boy's penis.
"Oh, that's why they call it a blow job. That feel nice, but could you lick it a bit the way Hiram does it?"
Now Jeff was a bottom, so was his brother but he knew how to use his mouth, mainly to get his top ready for action. Problem with two brother both being bottoms is that they couldn't help each other out. But Jeff already was scheming to get fucked by this magnificent hick dick.
Jeff put out his large long tongue and gave a heavy swipe on the boy's pink knob. His foreskin moved back slowly like a theater curtain. Josh hummed a little country tune as the feelings swept over him. His silky thighs rubbed against Jeff's ears and as the boy got further into his sex haze his legs moved up and down and he began humming a jig tune, faster and faster.
"Mr. Adam," he called huskily and put the heel of his hand against the sucking man's forehead, "I feered I'm goin' be swaying out my milk soon. You wish to get out of the way?"
\Jeff shook his head in a furious negation. He yearned to taste that sweet boy's milk. He allowed the fat farm prick to move down into his throat and put his throat muscles to work, sending Josh into a ecstasy of joy. "O-o-o-o-e-e-e," he shouted as his body locked into position to pull all the cum out of his balls and into Jeff's vacuum of a mouth.
Jeff hadn't been prepared for a lusty farm boy's spooge. It shot hard against his tongue, like hot rain, it paused a moment then began five heavy shots. The farmer's cream was running down Jeff's chin onto his chest. It was delicious. He passed his finger over his chest and sucked up the slime.
Josh's eyes were closed and he was slumped against the back of the chair. He opened his eyes a slit and mumbled. "I jes think I oughta take a nap, I'm plum wore out from squirtin' so much milk. Jes give a five minutes an' I can do it agin."
Just at that moment, Chris, Jeff's brother came in. Had Josh been awake he would have marveled at the almost twin resemblance of the two brothers, except Chris had almost blond hair and no moustache or beard, but he had the same Greyhound sleek body.
Chris gasped. "What have we got here. Another employment interview?" Then he sighted the magnificent boy laying on the leather couch. "Holy shit. That's the most perfect Greek Statue boy I have ever seen outside of a museum. Does he fuck? My asshole is vibrating."
"I bet he does. Let's give him a few minutes and ask him."
End Part One