Farm boy Bob

Let me climb on my soap box and speak to you as your elder: you youngsters have it easy these days. ‘Back in my day’…if you wanted laid, you had to literally go looking for it: bars, grocery stores, restaurants, parks, libraries. None of this lazy-open-my-app-swipe nonsense; you had to put in the work. Not that apps don’t have their place, mind you!

Back when I was perpetually horny, I was lucky enough to live alone, have a good job and nice cars. Which was good as I love to drive. I’d jump in the car and put 400-500 miles on my car a day, just driving around, going to new places and listening to great music. When I discovered local parks in my area to be ‘cruisy’ areas well, let’s just say if you had stock in big oil at the time, from me to you: you’re welcome!

Now this sounds like I was a whore. I wasn’t. Fact is, I was (and still am) very, very picky. Rather or not I had the right to be depends on who you asked. I had my fair share of boys to play with, but I wasn’t one of those Abercrombie & Fitch types. Still, I did pretty well – I said no to more guys than I said no to me, if that makes sense.

And I was, and still am, a huge car nut. I can’t get enough of them. I’ve spent much money on them back in the day – often times having a new car every couple of months. This speaks more to my lack of financial responsibility that my bank account, but that’s for another time. 

I thoroughly enjoyed the aspect of ‘cruising’. You drive around, looking at guys and hoping to ‘score’ with the right one. But for me, it was more about the actual driving than the pickup – the chase not the capture, so to speak. I enjoyed flirting with guys, watching other guys together, the thrill you got when a cop passed by (they all knew what was going on in these places) and the chance of picking up someone famous or important (one time, the lieutenant governor got busted having sex in the local park). So, even though I’d go out cruising almost every weekend (weather permitting) more oft than not I came home alone. Which was fine. Normally.

I remember one particular night… let me share it with you.

Everyone has their type: tall, short; thin, heavy; black, white; older, younger; masculine feminine, etc. For me, at this time, it was masculine, athletic, cute guys around my age. If they drove a truck or Jeep, all the better. This night, as I circled the area in my car like everyone else, I noticed a 2 door Jeep Wrangler coming my way. Like you did, you slowed down and looked at the driver, seeing if he was someone you want to pursue. As I passed him, I saw a sexy man, about my age, with a ballcap! I watched in the side mirror as he slowed once he passed me – a tale tell sign of interest. Then he tapped his brake lights. That’s more than a tell, it’s an invite! I turned around at the first opportunity and headed towards his direction. 

I rounded the corner and saw his Jeep parked. As I approached, he ‘unzipped’ his window. I stopped and rolled down mine. Where we stopped was under a street light so I could see inside quite well. And I was more than happy with what I saw.

He was blonde with blue eyes (not something common in my area for some reason). He had a dimpled smile and great, white, straight teeth (a sigh of good hygiene in my experience). We chatted for a bit. He was masculine and seemed to be a good guy. He offered me to his home and I happily obliged. 

As I followed him, the city lights became more and more distant. Eventually we were in BFE somewhere I’ve never been before, sometime after midnight, at his farmhouse. Let me take this time to say this was stupid. I’m an average sized guy and, being alone with a stranger, in a place I didn’t know, before GPS and cell phones, is a stupid, stupid thing to do. But my brain in my skull had been superseded by the brain in my dick. Like happens to the best of us.

I parked behind his Jeep. He got out and I knew I picked a winner. He was a bit taller than me, thickly built (think Midwest farmboy and you know what I mean), nice blonde furry legs that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the barn next to his Jeep. I got out and he seemed to look me over and come to a very similar conclusion based on what he liked. He smiled and my legs got weak. As I followed him into the house, I noticed how round and firm his ass was. 

Upon entering, we removed our shoes. The old farm house’s floor creak beneath us as we headed to his bedroom. He closed the door and our clothes came off quickly. Our hands went everywhere as our lips locked together and our tongues battled. I was as happy with his smooth, built body as he was with my hairy, slightly less built, frame. I ran my tongue down his stubbled jawline, to his smooth neck and shoulder blade. I kissed down the side of his pec until he raised his arm in a flex, showing off his impressive bicep and hairy pit. After biting his muscle, I buried my face in his pit, enjoying some of the only hair he had on his body. I tasted a man that worked for a living but still took care of himself. 

He ran his hand down my hairy chest to my throbbing hardness. He made a surprised sound when he felt what I as offering through my shorts. This man was so hot I was already close to a nut, so I pulled myself from him and returned my mouth to his hard nipple, licking and biting it, causing him to hiss with delight. I was amazed that he naturally had no hair on his chest or even around his nipple. That turned me on, which was odd as I normally preferred a hairier guy. But this guy had ‘it’ going on. And I was buying it hook, line and sinker.

I pushed my tongue down his torso to an honest-to-god smooth and hard six pack. I ran my hands down his back, feeling each muscle tense and release and his body twisted with delight. He pulled me up quickly and forcefully, then leaned into me, forcing me back on the bed. He quickly removed my shorts and boxers, revealing my leaking cock and hairy nuts. He pulled his hand down my chest to my now wet dick.

“Damn. You should be in porn with a dick like this!” he said. Not that I’m the biggest on the planet, but at a tad over eight thick inches, I would find I’d get that kind of response a lot in the future (which is ironic as many guys I would go on to be with were larger than me). He grabbed my by the base and slid the head into his warm mouth, encircling my head with his tongue. My body quaked with delight, as this was something I needed more than I knew. 

Abruptly, he popped off my head, kissed down the left curved shaft, and took one of my untrimmed nuts in his mouths. He moaned, sending waves of exhilaration up my spine. I thought this was one of the best feelings I’ve had in my young life. Until he spit out my nut, moved down through my hairy taint to my hole. He progressed from nut licking to hole eating. Up until that point, no one had done that to me before. I was in heaven as his tongue circled my here-to-fore untouched pucker. My legs shook, causing him to engage into more, aggressive hole eating. Still being an anal virgin, I almost blacked out when he forced his tongue into my hole! Time seemed to stop as he forced my legs back onto my chest and ate me out like no farm boy should know how to do!

After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, he relinquished my hole, allowing my legs to fall down on the mattress. He walked up next to me on his knees, and laid down. With no lights on, only the outside barn light lit up the dark bedroom. Which was a shame, as I really wanted to see him.

With his left hand he reached over and grabbed my soaked dick and started stroking it. I did the same. This was the first time I really had contact with his dick. While it wasn’t as long as mine, it was pleasantly thick, with an upward curve and nice, torpedo shaped flared head. We started to jack each other off and somehow, we came at almost the exact same time. 

As we laid there, catching our breath, hands covered in semen, he reached over and turned on the side table lamp. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I looked over at him. His body was almost god-like in its proportions and smoothness. His legs were covered in blonde hair and his thick dick grew out of a shockingly big mound of blonde hair, magically shaped like an upside down triangle but going no further up his stomach than his waist. I was envious. 

“Shit. That’s a lot!” he said, noting my load. I cum a lot and tend to be a shooter as well. I found out that having my hole filled with a tongue or, later on, dick, causes me to cum a lot more and father than normally. “Do you think you could do that again?” he asked.

My hard throbbing dick still in his hand told me ‘duh! Yeah’!

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

He reached over, grabbed a rubber and lube.

“I’ve been craving to get fucked. You game?”

Stupid question!

‘Sure” I said as casually as I could muster. Having only topped a couple times by this point – and not yet bottomed – I was more than game. Fuck a blonde haired, blue eyed farm boy stud? Hell yeah.

He covered my dick with lube, then rolled on the rubber (a truck I used later in life). My hard dick seemed to get even harder with anticipation. I messaged his softening dick as he covered my sheathed member with more lube. Then he pulled his left leg up to his chest and gave me the visual go ahead.

I positioned myself between his legs, looking down as his cum covered stomach and blonde bush. 

I leaned over him and lined up my plump head with his hole. I pushed in and there was no give. Seems it’s been a while for him, I thought.

“That’s so hot” he said, as he reached up and ran his hands through my cum covered belly hair. In my haste, I forgot I had nutted a large amount on myself earlier, to the point where it was starting to drip off my chest hair and onto him. 

I smiled, saying nothing as I pushed forward more. He ran his hand though my chest hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling it slightly as my head popped into his farm boy hole. We both gasped – me punching through his private area and his tight hole on my cock and him pulling my wet chest hair. We both seemed to relish in the pain that turned quickly enough to pleasure. 

As he pulled my closer to him via my chest hair, I slid into his hole more and more. I watched his face turn red and the veins on his neck pop out a bit as more and more of my thick curve carved its way into him. We seemed to be in unison until my tightly pulled hairy nut sack rested against his astonishingly hairy hole. A nice top would wait for his bottom to get accustomed to his dick before fucking. But it’s been too long for me at that time. I placed his left leg on my shoulder and wrapped his right leg around me by his thigh, and quickly started fucking him fully and deeply.

I watched his face cringe in pain initially, but that didn’t stop me. Maybe that should have given me pause, but he was so hot and his hole so tight I went into autopilot. In a matter of several seconds the room was filled with wet skin slapping and moaning and groaning, which I thought was all him. But then I realized I was making as much noise as he was. Soon his face changed from pain to pleasure and I buried myself deeper and deeper into him. I watched his firm pecs bounce with each thrust in the light of the lamp. Soon his headboard was banging up against the wall and his dick started to plump back up. His eyes still closed, I looked down as his dick, grabbed his free hand and made him grab himself. 

He knew what this meant and started jacking feverously. Like two unbridled animals we fucked. I assumed he lived alone – at least I hoped he did – as we made a whole lot of noise. His tight hole seemed to loosen up some as time passed so I changed the angle of attack, gyrating my hips at the same time. His eyes shot open and locked onto mine – those big blue eyes that I will never forget – seemingly sparkling as his face grew red and his hole tightened. His eyes squinted shut but he tried to keep them open as much as possible as his hole convulsed and he let go of another, smaller load. I couldn’t take it anymore. 

I think we both wanted me to cum on him as he seemed to be into that, but I could stop myself. My body started thrusting faster and faster and I shot another load into that rubber. I continued to shoot and thrust, our eyes lock together. After seven or eight shots, I started to slow down. I shoved myself one more time deep into him as my first load continued to drip off my chest hair on him. It was then I realized he had never let go of my chest hair. Now that I had a second orgasm, I started to feel my chest sting. I forced his wet hand away from my chest for relief.

I stayed inside him for a few minutes while we caught our breath. I could still feel his hole squeeze my shrinking dick every so often. Finally, I rose up and pulled out, the tip of the rubber getting caught inside his hole. He reached around, pinched it, and pulled it off of me and out of him. He looked at the reservoir tip, holding a still decent amount of white liquid as he ran his other hand though his two loads on his own belly.

“Damn. I so wanted this on me” he said.

“I know. I tried. But I couldn’t stop” I replied, causing us both to laugh. I sat back on my heels and looked at this sexy, blonde man, covered in sperm, shine in the early morning light.

He offered me a shower, which I declined opting for, instead, a quick wipe down, as it was late and I had to, somehow, find my way back home.

By the time I was cleaned off, he was already pulled his boxers back on and cleaned himself off. My god, somehow he looked even sexier in boxer than naked and covered in cum!  He walked me to the door.

“I’m Bob” he said. I laughed. It was the nineties and fucking without knowing one’s name was the norm.

“Nice to meet you, Bob. I’m Mike” I said as I stuck out my hand ironically. He reached around, grabbed my head, and pulled our lips together. I didn’t care his tongue was in my hole earlier. I returned a sloppy kiss, then walked down the steps. I turned as I opened my car door as he was closing the door.

To wherever you are now, Bob: Thank you for a night I won’t ever forget.