I got fucked by a HUNG country boy
Everyone in this story is 18+.
I didn’t jack off that night. Oh, I was horny, don’t get me wrong. But I wanted to save it for our next encounter. Assuming there would be a next encounter.
I sat up on the couch where I’d spent the night and tucked my morning wood into my waistband. I’d seen Hank naked, but he hadn’t seen me. I figured I’d spare us both the embarrassment. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t want to see my dick anyway.
“How’d you sleep, city boy?”
“Well enough,” I replied. I rubbed my eyes and turned toward his voice. Hank was in the kitchen frying eggs, shirtless, with a towel over his shoulder. That image was going to make it a lot harder to hide my boner.
“So my couch fit your high standards, then?” Hank chuckled to himself as he flipped an egg in the pan.
“I do not have high standards!” I retorted. Then, with a sudden swell of courage, “I sucked you off in a cornfield yesterday, did I not?”
“Hah! Fair enough.” That elicited a hearty laugh from my new country friend. “You know, I’m starting to think you enjoyed that more than I did.”
My heart skipped a beat. I was harder than ever now, and not just from the morning wood. I vividly recalled the blowjob I gave yesterday, images of Hank’s giant cock racing through my mind. The feeling of him in my mouth, the taste of his cum…
“Daydreaming, city boy?” Hank interrupted.
“What? No! I, I was just-”
“Just picturing my giant dick?” he teased.
“No! Well, maybe. Okay, fine. Yeah. Yes.”
Hank looked amused. “Well, Oliver, if you would take your mind off my dick for a second, I made us breakfast.” The emphasis on my name made my heart jump. I couldn’t tell if he was flirting with me or I was simply reading too much into it. I mean, he said he was straight. Then again, he also let me suck his dick. Hard to say.
“You coming?” Hank asked. He carried two plates of eggs and toast to a small kitchen table.
“Yeah, sorry!” I responded. I hopped off the couch, praying his eyes wouldn’t fall on my obvious boner. Whether or not he saw it, he didn’t say anything as I took my seat across from him at the table.
“Been a long time since I had a guest,” Hank commented.
I watched him pop the yolk with his toast, letting it ooze out onto the plate. Kinda like… Nope. Stop. Gotta get rid of this erection before things get awkward. “Yeah?” I asked. “You mean you don’t normally pick up strangers on the side of the road and bring them back here?”
“You’d be the first,” he said.
“I’m honored.” There wasn’t much else to say, so I dug into the breakfast he’d prepared for me. The food was delicious. Simple, but perfectly executed. It was hard to beat the taste of a runny yolk and some buttered toast. And to round it all off, he’d also poured us each a glass of orange juice.
Nearing the end of our little meal, I asked, “So what’s on the docket for today? Driving around in a tractor with no shirt on?”
Hank exhaled through his nose in mild amusement. “Yeah, actually. Except usually, it’s with no clothes at all. Since you asked.”
My jaw dropped. “You mean you just drive around naked all day?”
“On the farm? Of course.”
“What if someone saw you?”
“Hah! Out here? You need to get out more, city boy.” Hank stood from the table, carrying our empty plates to the kitchen sink.
I watched him walk away in disbelief. The image flashed into my mind, and once it was there, I couldn’t erase it. Hank naked on a tractor. Hank’s sweaty balls between his thighs. His perfect, giant dick hanging over them…
“Oliver?”
“Huh?”
“Did you hear a single word I said? Or were you too busy daydreaming about my cock again?”
My face flushed. “Um… daydreaming?”
“Geez, Oliver. You need to get laid. When’s the last time you fucked a girl, anyway? Or a guy, I mean. Sorry. Not used to hanging with gay folk.”
Fuck, this was so humiliating. “That’s… not really my thing,” I confessed. “I mean, I’ve tried it, but I prefer… well, it’s more like, uh…”
“Calm down, city boy. You saying you like to take it up the ass?”
I glanced away. “Yes.”
Hank let out a whistle. “Well, can’t say I understand it, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stop a man from getting his.”
“What about you?” I asked, more to shift the focus off myself than anything else. “When’s the last time you fucked a girl?”
“Couldn’t tell ya,” he said. “It’s been too damn long, that’s for sure.” He reached down and readjusted his junk for emphasis.
“What, you mean girls aren’t lining up for that thing?” I teased. “I imagine they’d be knocking down your door if they knew how big it was.”
“Hah! If only. I haven’t met a girl yet who could take the whole thing.”
“I bet I could take it.” The words flew out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying, and I instantly regretted them.
Hank’s eyes went wide, his mouth slightly agape. “You, city boy?” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly as he processed the idea.
Too far. Way too far. “Sorry, I was only joking! I just meant, you know, since we were talking, and-”
“You know what? Fuck it.”
“Wait, what?” My heart plummeted. Butterflies raced around in my stomach.
“A hole’s a hole, ain’t it?”
Holy fuck. Hearing that made me so insanely, desperately horny. I swallowed, then nodded silently.
“Come on, city boy. Let’s take the tractor for a spin. Then you’re gonna put your money where your mouth is.” He left without waiting for a response, knowing I would follow. Even that was hot.
“Wait up!” I exclaimed. I chased after him, following him out back. I felt sort of pathetic doing so, running at the heels of someone who described me as nothing more than a hole. Not pathetic enough to stop me, though.
The tractor was behind the house inside a large two-door barn. It was way, way bigger than I expected. Hank climbed in first, then helped me up behind him. There was a hungry look in his eyes as he started the vehicle, ready to take us out to the middle of nowhere to fuck.
“This should be far enough,” Hank said as he turned the engine off. We were in the middle of a dirt road on his property, deep into the cornfields. We were simultaneously exposed and hidden, the road stretching far in both directions while the crops provided coverage on either side. He climbed out first, then helped me down.
“Now what?” I asked tentatively.
He bent over and began pulling off his boots. “Now?” he laughed. “Now we fuck.”
My stomach lurched. This was it. I said I could take his massive cock, but I was beginning to second guess myself. The man was insanely hung. That was a whole lot of dick to take up the ass. I shuddered. No turning back now, I suppose. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, ready to lift it above my head.
“Not so fast,” Hank interrupted. “If I’m putting it in your ass, I don’t want to be reminded I’m fucking a guy the whole time.”
“Oh… Yeah, right. Of course. Um… what do you want me to do, then?”
“Turn around.”
“Okay,” I said softly. I did as I was told, turning to face the field. I could hear him undressing, his jeans sliding off and then being tossed aside. I pictured his giant cock hanging between his legs, swinging with each step as he approached me. I was denied the pleasure of seeing it, but my mind filled in the gaps well enough.
I inhaled sharply as his hands touched my hips. “Relax, city boy,” Hank whispered. “We’ll take it nice and slow.” His hands crept around to the front of my pants, where he made quick work of the button and zipper.
“Hank,” I breathed.
“Quiet.” His fingers slipped into my waistband, his touch sending shivers through me. He slowly traced around my sides, gently tugging at the edge of my pants. They resisted at first, but he tugged harder, sliding my underwear and pants down and revealing my ass to him. “Now bend over,” he ordered, tilting my hips forward.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered. My dick was rock hard, but unfortunately it remained hidden beneath the layers of clothing. Only my ass was out. It was all he needed; as he implied earlier, I was just a hole to him.
The anticipation was killing me. I heard him spit on his dick. A moment later he spat again, this time on the top of my ass. It began to run down my crack, but then his dick was there. He swept the spit to my hole, pressing his tip against the entrance and forcing another gasp from my mouth.
“What’s the matter, city boy? Chickening out already?”
“No- mmmf- keep going,” I forced out.
Hank pressed his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into me. “Fuuuck,” he grunted. “Your pussy is fucking tight.” He pushed in a few inches, then pulled out. I heard him spit once more, then he was inside me again.
“Mmmmm,” I groaned. I found myself backing up on his dick, encouraging him to go even deeper. Hank laughed at that, but he took the note. He yanked me by the hips, shoving himself all the way in.
“Ah!” I yelped. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” It felt like my hole was being torn open. And it was so fucking deep too.
“God, you feel good.” He held it there for a moment, allowing me to get used to his size. My breathing calmed, the sudden shock fading away. My hole relaxed around his dick, and after a moment, it wasn’t that bad. I could do this.
Hank drew slowly out, then started thrusting his hips in a gentle rhythm. He wasn’t trying to break me; he just wanted to use the full length of his cock for once.
My dick strained in response, longing to be freed. Each thrust from behind made me throb, and I desperately wanted to jerk off. I reached down in an attempt to pull it out, but before I could even touch it, Hank stopped me. He grabbed both of my arms and pulled them firmly behind my back. “What do you think you’re doing, city boy?” he spat.
“Please,” I begged. “I’m so horny. I was just-”
“No. I won’t have you ruining my imagination by playing with your dick. Now keep still so I can go back to pretending I’m fucking a pussy.” He pressed my arms against my back for emphasis, holding them in place with an iron grip.
“Yes, Hank,” I breathed.
He thrust deep into me, much harsher this time, forcing out a high-pitched moan.
“Mmmmm,” he growled. “More of that.”
“Yes, Hank,” I muttered.
He rammed into me again. And again. I moaned like a girl, letting out high-pitched, pathetic, desperate moans as Hank destroyed my ass. I couldn’t believe myself. I felt so pathetic, giving up my own dignity for this man’s pleasure. But the lower I stooped, the better it felt. It was degrading. It was wrong. And yet, it only made me want him more.
“Yes, baby,” he grunted. “Now spread those cheeks for me.” He released my arms, then immediately took me by the hips. My hands went straight to my asscheeks, pulling them apart for him.
The moans devolved into mindless whimpers as Hank ran himself through my asshole. My entire body lurched back and forth, his forceful thrusts sending me flying, but his firm grip on my waist holding me back. It was the most intense fuck of my life. His dick was hitting places I’d never reached before. It was overwhelming. All I could do was stand there and take it, moaning like a bitch while Hank used me.
“I’m gonna fill you up, you fucking slut.”
He was relentless, slamming into my backside and not letting up. His breathing quickened. His grip tightened. His fingers pressed into my skin. He was getting close.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Take- my- fat- fucking- cock!”
“AhHhHhhhHhhhHhh!!!”
Hank’s cock exploded inside me.
“Fuuuuck, baby, just like that.” He switched to short, quick thrusts, riding the waves of pleasure that coursed through him. He throbbed inside me, shooting more of his load with every twitch of his cock. He continued to use me that way until his dick finally stopped pulsing, then he slowly pulled out.
“F- fuck,” I said softly. His dick slipped out, leaving my ass gaping in its absence. I suddenly felt so empty. Well, empty except for the massive load that had been pumped into me.
“Damn, city boy!” Hank said. He stepped back and slapped my ass. “You take cock like a champ!”
I turned to face him. I found an exasperated man before me, face flushed, forehead and chest alike glistening with sweat. He was grinning from ear to ear. “That was… insane,” I said.
“You ain’t kidding.” Hank walked over to his discarded jeans and began pulling them on. He laughed, shaking his head. “I ain’t never had it that good. How am I gonna go back to girls after a fuck like that?”
Damn it, I was so fucking horny. This was the second time I’d made him cum, and I still hadn’t gotten to jerk off yet. Because of that, I was clearly thinking with my dick and not my head when I said, “Maybe you should keep me around, then.”
Hank looked up, one boot on and the other in his hands. “Maybe, city boy. Maybe…”
Not being met with an immediate ‘no’ gave me courage. “Come on, Hank. Think about it. You could use an extra pair of hands for the summer. I could wash your dishes, do your laundry… take your cock whenever you want.”
He looked like he was really considering my offer. “And what about that fancy road trip of yours?” he asked.
I felt a twinge of embarrassment. “Well, truth be told, I didn’t have much of a plan anyway.”
Hank laughed. “What, you mean you were just gonna drive around aimlessly for a whole summer?”
“No!” I protested. “I mean, at first, yeah, but I’d figure something out eventually.”
“No wonder you ran out of gas.” The country boy rolled his eyes playfully. “Well it sounds like it worked out then, didn’t it?”
My heart fluttered. “Wait, really? You mean…”
“Yup.” Hank turned back toward the tractor, waving me on. “Come. We’ll head to your car before it gets towed, give it a little gas, then head back to the farm. And after that, I’m putting you to work. Ain’t nobody staying for free around here.”
“Yes, Hank,” I said. I eagerly followed him to the tractor.
My nerves were all over the place the whole ride back. I couldn’t believe it. He was really going to let me stay with him. It was crazy. Irresponsible. Idiotic. I was staying with a complete stranger because I was thinking with my dick and not my head. Not to mention he’s clearly straight…
This was going to be one hell of a summer.