"Farm Boy Goes Cruising, Part One"
by Jay Roberts
++Do you muppets think this is a story about a rural kid going to sea?. Naw, it's nothin' lak that. It's agricultural porn. Please, if you are under 18, do not hang out on this farm. Come back when you are older.
Clem liked attending his agricultural college. It sure was easier than the hard work he had experienced on the family farm. No cows to milk and no ground to plow. Everything was just fine, except he missed some of the fine stuff that went on between himself and some of his friends.
Clem was now nineteen years old. If anything, he was handsomer than he was when he was younger. His smooth, well-formed, muscular body had matured into perfect symmetry. Add to that, his cute face with the cornflower blue eyes, button nose and his falling-over-the-face golden hair.
Clem had been here at the college for four months now. He didn't masturbate, because he never had to. Back in high school, there was always some friend who was more than glad to suck off this paragon of male beauty. He never had to ask, and he never had to reciprocate. The sweetness of his farm fresh man milk was legend back at Stuart Corners.
Somehow, though he got some hot looks from some of the students here, no one actually offered any exciting things to him. Now Clem was a hot- blooded young man. He was experiencing almost constant horniness and it was "plum aggravatin'" to him. Oh if only he could have a warm, eager mouth suckling his pink sausage like it was a teat, that would make him happy.
He decided to go out and walk toward town and see if there might be some fella who might solve his problem. He hiked along the highway, his pretty ass showing well through his well worn overalls, and one tan, glossy shoulder showed naked, because the brass clip was broken on one side.
A few miles went under his heavy farm boy shoes, when a Jeep vehicle with the top off stopped along side of him. The man driving was just a little older than Clem, but boyish and friendly looking. He smiled at Clem. "Hey farmer boy, need a lift. I'm heading into town, but might make a stop at the tavern about three miles down the road."
Clem, always polite, thanked him mightily and climbed into the passenger seat. The drive held out his hand and shook Clem's big strong farm boy hand. Clem noticed that the man's hand was a town man's hand, the nails trimmed and there was polish on them. He also noticed that the back of the hand was covered with fine black hairs. That was always something that Clem found exciting. They introduced themselves. The city boy was named Robert.
"Were you planning to walk the whole seven miles into town?" Robert asked. Clem thought that he spoke as good as any actor, or the preacher at his church.
"Wahl, that ain't much. Back home the county seat is much furtha."
"What plans did you have to do in town?"
"I shouldn't tell so much to you 'cause I don't know you yet, but I am hankerin' to meet up with someone who might lak blow jobs."
Robert couldn't believe his luck. Oh what a fabulous thing it would be to get this rube to blow him.
"So you like blow jobs. Now friend," he said, slipping his hand inside the open should of Clem's overalls, "I could really use a blow job right now. Here look how hard I am. I can pull over and you can have your way with me."
Clem laughed charmingly. "Oh mister. You got it wrong. I meant to get a blow job on me. That is what I want mightily."
Robert was sophisticated and canny. There was no way he would let this perfect boy get past him without feeling those puffy pink lips surrounding Robert's long thin prick.
"Tell you what, Mr. Clem. I feel for your need. I have a gentlemen's proposition to tender to you."
"My oh my I could sit hear and listen to your fine words, but I am about to brim over with need. What do you suggest? I'll listen to anythin' that will relieve my male organ."
"Yes man, I do understand. Perhaps you could, " And he began to open his fly with pull his eight inch thin prick out into the night air.
"That's a fine prong you own, you should be proud and punch."
"It's about this. Why don't you try it out? You know just kiss it a little."
"Now I sure do want to do what's right, 'special 'cause you gave me this ride, but I jes cain't. It jes ain't in my natur'".
Robert was going crazy with lust for this boy. Sure he had sucked a few cocks, but his preference with to get sucked. They were both quiet a moment, then Robert let out a long sigh, "Tell you what, suppose I give you a few sucks, then you can suck me off?"
Clem knew he was at the end of the road in this standoff. Finally he unbuttoned his Bibb Overalls and shrugged them down to his ankles. Robert gasped at the beautiful revealed, the strong pecs and six pack, the full blown thighs and the perfect penis lying on plump balls. He leaned down and took the organ into his mouth and sucked it into his throat and began a furious and rough sucking, hoping to get the boy to suck him.
At first Clem was pleased, but then he realized that this was not the kind of experience he wanted. It was crude and it was making him very unsexy. Finally he pushed Roberts curly brown hair and lifted him off his penis. "Mr. Robert, this ain't gonna work. You are jes too enthusiastic to make me want to make milk. It should be soft and gentle. That's the ticket that works. Here let me show you with my hand."
He reached down and grasped Robert's pulsing prick. The head was already oozing honey in anticipation of Clem's pillow lips. Clem treated the organ as if it was a teat of a nervous cow. He talked to it. He stroked it teasingly slow. In a moment he had Robert drooling and his eyes closing in ecstasy. "That's right, jes let the feelin's wash over you. Yur jes like my cow Bossy. She loves the easy gentle treatment."
Finally Robert got hold of himself before he became this boys slave. He had to turn the game around. He pushed Clem's hand away.
"It's hopeless. You do the greatest hand job. But I can't possibly, er, give milk as you say. Only getting sucked works for me. Clem, I am really almost sick with need."
"Do you think you might die?"
"It's possible. Now let me put my hand on your nice neck and help you get down to make friends with little Robert. I promise you that if I should need to "give milk" that I will take it out of your mouth first."
Clem was the world's most generous boy. When he realized that the nice man was in peril, he pushed aside all his own feelings and preferences. He know that the promise was like "the check's in the mail." But he was up for it, even though he had never put his lips on anyone's penis before.
Robert howled with pleasure as he felt the warm clingy lips of the boy hold the head of his prick in and felt the smooth tongue licking off the pre-cum, but nothing compared to the next sensation. Clem opened his throat and let the shaking cock slide down there, then he proceeded to make swallowing motions. He was pleased that Robert was moaning loudly and hugging Clem's head to his belly. Suddenly he shouted hoarsely, "I'm cumming."
Clem tried to pull back, but Robert had a death hold on him and soon his throat was coated with city boy spooge. It was a strange taste to Clem, but not too bad. Finally Robert finished his spurts and fell back in an almost faint.
Clem sat up and fixed up his overalls. Robert opened his eyes, "That was the greatest blowjob I ever had.
Clem laughed in pleasure and said, "I'm glad, but I bet you can do better than that."
"Well, perhaps, but I am just too exhausted to even think about it. Hey what say, I buy you a drink instead."
Clem shrugged. He knew when he had been snookered. He just hoped that someone else would come along who could take care of his problem.
Robert started the car and in about a mile, "Sally's Bar and Grill" neon sign appeared.
Robert patted Clem on the back. "Well suppose we split up. Happy hunting."
End part one. Well there is a whole bar there.
Do you think dear Clem with connect?