Farmhand Job

My name is Lucas. I’m 19, and I live on a farm with my boss Andy. Two summers ago I made my way around the town of Greensboro, North Carolina asking around for an odds and ends kind of job, looking for just about anything from a waiter to, eventually, a farmhand. I did so because my ‘rents and I had never had the greatest relationship, in fact with one of them, the relationship was non existent. I was basically pushed to get out of my house as soon as possible. My mom spent all of her time in a vodka bottle and I hadn’t seen my father since I was five or six.

After months of looking for a solid job, I found Andy, and he was quick to accept my help. A few months go by and things are getting real rough at home. Andy’s becomes a sort of escape, so I start spending more time there, working overtime, helping with house chores, whatever. As the year goes on my home life gets worse and worse, so finally one summer ago I asked Andy about moving into his house with him, and I don’t think he could’ve been happier. In fact he said he wishes I would’ve asked earlier because he felt bad hearing about what I had to go home to. I thanked him for the opportunity and had my stuff settled in his house as quickly as possible.

It was cute cause for my 18th birthday Andy gave me my own key to the house, and the spare key to his car.
Oh yeah, he also gave me a blowjob, and I gave him one too. Well, kinda. He fucked my throat.

I know that’s quite the jump, but see, Andy and I had been flirting with each other for quite a while, and after confronting each other about the mutual attraction, we decided it was best to wait until I was a legal adult to try anything.

Andy is a big guy, and I mean that in a few different ways. At 34, he’s a towering 6’5, nice build with a hard sturdy body, I’m assuming he keeps his shape so well because of his line of work. He has dark brown hair, and really fairytale-esque green eyes. He’s a real gorgeous guy. Type of guy you’d see on a hunk-calendar y’know? Not to mention his dick is in perfect proportion to his body. He hangs like a fucking sausage and it’s almost intimidating when he’s really riled up.
I myself am around 6’1, dark brown hair, brown eyes, lean build (though I’ve put on some muscle in the past two years) and if it weren’t for the constant sun I’d be as pale as a wall in a jail-cell.

So, about that blowjob, he didn’t really waste any time at all. The clock hit 12:01 a.m., March 28th, and Andy got up from the chair he was sitting in across the table and walked over to me. He stood right in front of me for a few seconds, face to crotch, and then leaned down and kissed me on my forehead. I was pretty much paralyzed by my attraction towards him, totally head over heels smitten. He kneeled down on one knee, and then the other, and placed his big hands on my waist and pulled my body into his. This time he pressed his lips to mine, his hands still gripped tightly onto my waist. After his tongue was done making rounds in my mouth he moved to my neck, and after hastily taking my shirt off he went to my chest and worked his way down from there. When he was about an inch away from the top of my jeans he stops, and looks up at me.

“Do you want to?” He asked.
God his voice by itself makes me blow my load. I nodded my head in response, but he didn’t continue.

“If you don’t want this please tell me, bud. I’m not forcing you.” He said.
Andy is a very protective guy, and this show of compassion and assurance just made my dick harder. I stared down at the earthbound god between my legs and forced a few quiet words out.

“I want you, And” I spoke softly. “Please.”
His green eyes held my gaze for another few seconds before he looked back down at the now full blown bulge in my jeans. He unbuttoned the front and slid them off of my ass and down my legs. He was met by my cock throbbing inside of a pair of boxers, a pair of his actually. He took my bulge inside of his mouth and I almost lost my mind then and there.

“Jesus” I breathed.
He stopped and looked up at me again for reassurance.

“Fuck, no, don’t stop. Please.” I begged him quietly. He stuck two fingers in the waistband of the pair of boxers and pulled them down slowly, exposing my dick after a few seconds. He backed up and completely removed the jeans and boxers from my body, and then scooted himself back in between my legs. This time he didn’t look back up at me. He grabbed my waist again and lowered his warm mouth down onto my dick. 

A few sounds escaped my mouth but nothing intelligent really. His mouth was fucking perfect, and he took my entire cock in his mouth without a problem. I wasn’t gonna last very long, I could tell. After two years of being pent up over him, I was already so close to shooting my load in the back of his throat. He raised his head up, and before bringing his mouth up to mine he gave the tip of my cock a lick. He stared at me, those green eyes stealing my line of sight again. He stuck his hands under his shirt and raised them up, pulling the shirt off with them. He threw it a few feet away on the floor, and then went for his jeans, taking those off and tossing them in a pile as well. I stared in his eyes the entire time, completely lost in them, knowing full well that his dick was now in perfect view. He leaned back in and stuck his tongue back in my mouth. After a few seconds of that he put his hands under my arms and lifted me up, and nodded his head towards the living room couch. I followed, damn near drunk with lust for him. In the living room he sat me down on the couch, and stood over me. This broke my fixated gaze, finally. His monster of a dick was hanging in front of my face, waiting for attention. I had zero experience with any of this, and that pissed me off. I wanted to be perfect for him, I wanted to reciprocate what he was making me feel, but I didn’t know how. He inched closer between my legs, and hiked one knee up on the couch, giving him leverage to lean further down into my body. His cock pressed against my leg as he made out with me some more, and his hands gently explored my body.

I pulled back some and looked at him.
“I wanna... I- I don’t know. I wanna do something but I don’t know what to do.” I said, stupidly. He looked at me with slightly raised eyebrows, and then he smirked.

“Lay on your back.” He said, semi-commandingly. I listed, and laid on my back, staring up at him. He stood over my head, and the view made my knees weak and I wasn’t even standing up. I laid there for two seconds before realizing what he was going to do. He bent his knees some, and laid his dick right on my face. I think I almost passed out.
It was thick, and heavy, and long, and perfect. He grabbed it with one hand and gently pressed it against my lips.

“Open up.” He said.
I obeyed.
My first taste was a fucking miracle, and the feeling of him stuffing my mouth made my dick leak like a faucet. He went slow, letting me adjust to his size every now and again, and it wasn’t too hard taking him so far. He pulled out of my mouth and looked down at me.

“Safeword?” He asked. I just shook my head.

“Use me.” I said back. He didn’t ask twice. He grabbed my head with his hands, one behind it and one under my chin, and slid his thick meat back into my mouth, pushing as far as he could down my wet throat. I relaxed as much as I could, letting him use my mouth like a toy. I felt it completely fill my mouth, it’s shaft gliding across my tongue. He pushed until his balls were in my face, and started to fuck my throat with long hard strokes. I could feel the precum oozing out of my dick onto my stomach, and my hands were up, tight around his legs, pulling him into me.
He pumped his cock down my throat again, and I gagged, but he didn’t stop, and I’m glad he didn’t.

“Good boy” he said, lightly rubbing the bulge of his own dick in my throat. My dick jumped at his praise.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Another heavy pump into my mouth.
“So eager and ready.” Another pump.
“Such a willing mouth.” Another one.
“Such a warm fuckable throat.” Another, and another, and another. He started getting faster and faster, his balls hitting my face and his cock reaching deep into my throat. I thought he was gonna shoot his load, but he didn’t. He pounded my throat for a few moments and then pulled out, his wet cock sitting on my face. He leaned down, letting his dick slide to my chest, and he took mine in his hand and licked it. I moaned, the tension in my balls rising.
“I’m gonna blow, Andy.” I said, basically talking to his dick.
He took that as a sign and stuck my dick in his mouth, and simultaneously raising his ass up so he could slide his back into my throat. I took it, all of it, as he went to work on mine. I didn’t last very long before I emptied my balls into his mouth, and he swallowed every drop. He pushed himself up and grabbed my head again, getting ready to blow in my mouth like I did his. He fucked my throat, and with each thrust got louder and louder.
“Fuck!” He grunted, as thick ropes of cum shot into my mouth.
“Fucking swallow it.”
I did, eagerly. I wanted him inside me in every way possible. He shot for what seemed like forever, before pulling his monster out and sitting it on my face again. I kept my mouth open, letting his dick leak onto my tongue.

“You’re a little too good at that for a virgin.” He said, smiling down at me. I smiled back.
“I just really wanted to make you feel good, And” I said.

“Well you did.”

I gave him a toothy grin. “Happy birthday, right?” I laughed. His face turned sour, and he pulled me up and sat me on the couch normally.

“I’m sorry Lou, I didn’t even say happy birthday before taking you over like this.” He said, an uncomfortable solemnity draped over his words.

“Oh shut it, what you gave me was a hell of a lot better.” I promised him, with a laugh. He smiled and kissed me.
“So uh-“ I stammered. I liked him, a lot. And I didn’t know what this meant for us, but I didn’t know how to explain that either.
He waited, eyebrows furrowed in response to the beginning of my sentence.
“I don’t know. What does this, like, mean? For us I mean. Are we-“ I tried, but he stopped me.

“We are what we are, okay? Let’s not complicate things.” He said simply. I nodded.
“You can sleep with me tonight if you want.” He said, probably oblivious to the fact that I’ve wanted that for the past two years.

“Yeah, sure.” I said, purposely toning down my level of excitement. He shrugged.
“You don’t have to Lou.”

I shook my head quickly. “No no, I do, I want to.” I said with a nervous laugh. God I felt like such a middle schooler with the kind of crush I had on him.

We went upstairs to bed after that, and got comfortable, still naked. We talked for a while, about everything. How we felt, what we did. I’ve wanted it for so long. And something was telling me that that night was the start of a totally new relationship between the two of us, and I was right.