Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 11:10:52 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Farm Boy's First Job, Part One"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Rural

+++Now isn't that just a ducky story for you young, under 18 kids?  NOT!
This is for old than 18 year olds.  Git back on the plow youngins' 'n cum
on back when yer older.


Joshua Young just graduated from the agriculture college.  One of the
professors said that the boy had enough knowledge of food growing and
processing that he'd recommend him to a food distributing company he knew.
"No need to do all that dawn to dusk hard work.  You can use your head,
Josh."

This particular professor had fallen totally in love with the gorgeous farm
boy, but he suppressed himself and never made any untoward moves towards
him, though it took all his strength.  He had to see that boy every day at
the experimental farm.  Josh wore his old Bibb overalls with the broken
button on one side.  This exposed his smooth, strong, tanned shoulder to
view, and the gaping side have an enticing view of his muscled belly and
sides. It was all Prof. Baker could do not to reach out and caress that
flesh..  And when Josh would stare at him when he was explaining things,
those perfectly blue colored eyes would shine into his soul, while the
boy's generous mouth with sparkling white teeth would smile at him.

The young professor was almost glad that Josh finished his courses.  He
figured he'd was about to die of love if he had to see Josh any more.

Right after graduation, Josh stopped by to say goodbye.  "You bin so good
to him, Prof. Baker.  I want to thank you fer everythin' 'specialty that
letter of 'troduction to that company."

"I'm sure they will like you as much as I do and offer you the job.  Now
remember, you've been raised in the country.  Be careful in the big city
and the big city folks you'll meet.  They all aren't as nice as you, nor as
trusting."

Josh nodded his head, but he hardly heard the warning.  He was just plumb
excited to see the city.  He hugged Baker with his strong arms.  The
Professor could smell the boy's fresh, natural scent of one who had eaten
only the best food from the farm and milk right from the cow.  His head
swirled in lust and he was reluctant for the embrace to end.  But he
mastered himself and drew away, slapping Josh on the back and wishing him
luck.

Josh's appointment for an interview was for ten o'clock on the very day he
arrived at the big city bus station.  Several young guys lolling around the
station eyed him hungrily as his six foot perfect body strode through.
Josh had his canvas bag slung over his shoulder and the arm holding it
bulged with farm muscle.  One of the hangers on fanned himself at the sight
of it.  All of them noted the bulge at the bottom of the buttons.  This was
a paragon of male beauty.  One that rivaled anything they had seen before.

Josh stepped up to a group of three kids.  "Do you'all know how to git to
Center Street?  Is it fer?  Kin a walk it?"

They were so struck with lust that it paralyzed their vocal cords for a
minute.  Finally one blond young man stepped forward and cleared his throat
several times.  "It's about twenty blocks from here.  You can get a cab in
front of the station."

Josh laughed throwing his head back, exposing his smooth, strong neck and
his open mouth with the healthy pink tongue and gleaming teeth.  The boy
almost passed out at the sight.  "Oh my, oh my, twenty blocks.  I surely
walk twice that on the spread.  I thank you, but I aim to use my two legs
and save the fare."

He set out, the three boys checking out his strong thighs and ass as he
departed.

All along the way to the Center Street building in the distance, girls and
men started at him.  It was as though a spot light from above lit his
shiny, thick hair that tumbled over his forehead and picked up his
well-formed chest and lingered over his prominent, perfectly shaped
backside.  He didn't seem to notice as he finally entered the revolving
doors of the building.

A young, uniformed lad was at the lobby reception desk.  "May I help you?"
he said, and to himself, 'I sure would love to help you."

"Why shore sir, kin you direct me to the Acme Food Processing Company, I'm
here to ask fer a job with them."

"Yes, it's on floor seven, they have the whole floor.  I bet you'll get the
job.  I know I'd give it to you."

"Why thankee.  I shore hope so.  I'm a bit nervous.  See my armpit is wet."

The young kid swayed as he grew a bit faint.  He could get a small whiff of
farm boy sweat and it was sweet.  "I luck," he managed to get out.

The 7th floor had the name of the company in gold leaf as Josh exited the
elevator.  He was immediately met by another young man who, he thought,
might be a brother of the one down in the lobby.  They both were shaved so
carefully and walked kind of like dancers.

"Oh yes babe, Mr. Jeff Adams is expecting you.  Walk this way, I mean in
this direction."

Always polite, Josh knocked on the door.  "Enter!" called out a strong
mellow voice from within.  Josh pushed open the door and was impressed to
see a slim, tall young executive, his face decorated with a small goatee
and moustache.  Josh always admired these kind of facial
decorations. Unfortunately his smooth, satiny face could not produce a
beard.

If Josh was impressed, Adams was doubly so.  He couldn't help blurting out,
"Wow, you are more than I expected from Professor Baker's letter.  Come
over here and sit in this chair near me."

Josh held out his big farm hand and Jeff shook it, its warmth filling his
cock with buzzes.  He cleared his throat and began to describe the job.
"Seeing that you make such a hot appearance, we might use you in our spot
TV announcements, in addition to your work as a technical adviser."

Josh was both pleased and worried by those words.  "Mr. Adams, I am a bit
hot lak you say and I hope the sweat on my face doesn't make you feel that
I am jes a rube.  It's jest that I am so proud to be here that..."

Jeff was touched by the innocense of the boy.  "Oh know kid, hot just means
you make a good impression."  Then the tall, slim man put his hand on
Josh's shoulder.  "I think that you are good for this job providing you can
pass the test, and that my brother okays your hire."

"Why shore, I am good at tests.  What is it?"

"Well first you must remove all of your clothes, we have to see what we are
getting."

Now Josh was a nature boy, it never bothered him to be naked.  He used to
swim that way and sometimes he'd get up at dawn to milk the cows and jest
do it nude, just the way he slept./

So Josh just stood up and lifted each of his legs and undid his store
bought shoes, then his thick white socks baring his big, perfectly shaped
feet.  He glanced up because he heard Adams breathing hard.  "Are you okay
sir?"

Jeff cleared his throat.  "Yes, go on, finish what you're doing."

Josh undid his first real dressy shirt and took it off and placed it
carefully on the chair back, then hopped up and down getting his dress
pants off.  He wore no under ware, never did.  It only meant more to wash
had he worn them.  But his jumping up and down displayed his generous penis
shaped like a long blunt tube, the foreskin fitting just as if it were
fitted by a master tailor.  Below, his good sized balls in their tender
hairless sac, bounced boyish display.

Jeff had to keep swallowing to stay from slumping off his chair at the
masculinity of such perfection appearing before him.  Finally he blurted,
"Have you ever had a blow job?"

For a moment Josh didn't answer.  Finally his mind reached into his file of
obscure knowledge and he answered, "Oh my, me and my brother Hiram don't
call it that.  We jes call it suckling.  We call on one of 'tother" when we
are hurtin' from having too much milk in our testicle."

Then to explain, he hefted his testicles and said, "These are them."

Jeff gulped a few more times and then decided he would have to regain
mastery of the situation.  "Now young farm boy, sit on that chair and
spread your legs so I can give you a blow job.  If you pass this test, and
my brother approved, you on in."

Jeff pulled off his own clothes.  Josh was very admiring of the young man's
sleek body and the pretty hair that grew on his chest.  Jeff's long slim
cock was already up and shaking.  He knelt down between Josh's powerful
thigh and blew on the boy's penis.

"Oh, that's why they call it a blow job.  That feel nice, but could you
lick it a bit the way Hiram does it?"

Now Jeff was a bottom, so was his brother but he knew how to use his mouth,
mainly to get his top ready for action.  Problem with two brother both
being bottoms is that they couldn't help each other out.  But Jeff already
was scheming to get fucked by this magnificent hick dick.

Jeff put out his large long tongue and gave a heavy swipe on the boy's pink
knob.  His foreskin moved back slowly like a theater curtain.  Josh hummed
a little country tune as the feelings swept over him.  His silky thighs
rubbed against Jeff's ears and as the boy got further into his sex haze his
legs moved up and down and he began humming a jig tune, faster and faster.

"Mr. Adam," he called huskily and put the heel of his hand against the
sucking man's forehead, "I feered I'm goin' be swaying out my milk soon.
You wish to get out of the way?"

\Jeff shook his head in a furious negation.  He yearned to taste that sweet
boy's milk.  He allowed the fat farm prick to move down into his throat and
put his throat muscles to work, sending Josh into a ecstasy of joy.
"O-o-o-o-e-e-e," he shouted as his body locked into position to pull all
the cum out of his balls and into Jeff's vacuum of a mouth.

Jeff hadn't been prepared for a lusty farm boy's spooge.  It shot hard
against his tongue, like hot rain, it paused a moment then began five heavy
shots.  The farmer's cream was running down Jeff's chin onto his chest.  It
was delicious.  He passed his finger over his chest and sucked up the
slime.

Josh's eyes were closed and he was slumped against the back of the chair.
He opened his eyes a slit and mumbled.  "I jes think I oughta take a nap,
I'm plum wore out from squirtin' so much milk.  Jes give a five minutes an'
I can do it agin."

Just at that moment, Chris, Jeff's brother came in.  Had Josh been awake he
would have marveled at the almost twin resemblance of the two brothers,
except Chris had almost blond hair and no moustache or beard, but he had
the same Greyhound sleek body.

Chris gasped.  "What have we got here.  Another employment interview?"
Then he sighted the magnificent boy laying on the leather couch.  "Holy
shit.  That's the most perfect Greek Statue boy I have ever seen outside of
a museum.  Does he fuck?  My asshole is vibrating."

"I bet he does.  Let's give him a few minutes and ask him."

End Part One