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Farmboy (MM)
by Jack Sprat
      


      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.     

      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.     
           
.                                     THE END