Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2016 13:36:14 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 - The Farmer's Yard

After dashing away from the kitchen, my bed sheets still pressed against my
waist in case I might have been spotted, I quietly shut the door to my
room. I shoved the wet sheets in my closet and layed a dry sheet on my bed,
and sat in the warm orange glow of my room. Taking in a breath; processing
what my eyes saw. My penis was still at full attention, bouncing and
bobbing with my heartbeat.

What had I just seen? If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn he
was in pain, but really he looked like he was feeling great. I'd never seen
an expression like that wave over him. He was always so in control, and
just then, he definitely wasn't in control of what was
happening. Especially at the end when he started licking up every drop of
the white stuff that came shooting out of his own massive penis.

Maybe our house is haunted? No, that's stupid, I thought.

I sat, just staring at my own penis, continuing to bob with my racing heart
like a message in a bottle lost at sea, or a metronome. It was a somewhat
darker color than my own skin, which already was tanned lightly from being
in the sun all the time at home. In the orange light, it looked almost
crystaline. Curiosity was pulling on my body like a puppetmaster. Taking a
finger, I poked and prodded against it, and enjoyed watching how it snapped
to place. I small smile creeped into the corner of my mouth. My eyes
squinted in merry wonderment. I pulled down and away with it, and watched
how it flung back, slapping my stomach, and how my stomach made little
waves as it slapped against me. This made me laugh. It reminded me of a
cartoon character I'd seen that keeps getting punched, but then bounced
right back up, only to get punched again.

I kept pawing it like a cat might to a new toy. Eventually, I noticed that
from the head of it a tiny drop of clear liquid sprouted, gleaming in the
orange light of my room. I stared at it, like it was an alien. My penis
wasn't acting any differently, still bobbing up and down, but now there was
this tiny bead, almost like dew on a fresh morning.

I thought of my dad and all that white stuff that came out. Was this the
same thing? It was clear, not white, from what I could tell. I just
continued laying back, leaned against my arms, obtuse, shoulders shrugged,
like a perched bird, staring at it. Finally, reaching toward my penis, I
touched the slit where the clear stuff came out, which made my spine
tingle.

"W-w-whoa," I whispered. Pulling away, the bead became a strand, almost
like a spider's web. Even as I pulled my hand away, the stuff kept
stretching with it. I made this? I thought to myself. This came out of me?
What is it? I kept wondering. Finally, the strand snapped and pooled on my
pointer finger, almost like dabbing your finger in honey. I stared at it
for a second, then pressed my thumb against it as well, squishing and
playing with how it felt.

I thought of my dad again. How once he tasted it, he eagerly started
licking all of it up. Was it really that good? Wouldn't it just be
like...pee? I was so confused. I guessed that only one way to figure it out
was to just try it. It was only a little bit anyway. I took a deep breath,
as though I were about to eat a vegetable that I didn't like, and sucked my
finger clean.

The taste was interesting. Not bad, but interesting. It was salty, somewhat
sweet and sour. Slightly bitter as well. All of my taste buds were firing
up. Intrigued, I licked my thumb where some was left behind. Again, that
taste that captured each sense. I was fascinated.

I brought my hand down to my penis again to get more, but none was there. I
sighed, disappointed, and somewhat jealous of my dad. He had a buffet
compared to my tiny hors'doeurve.

Savoring the taste for as long as I possibly could, I decided to finally go
to sleep again, hopefully without any interruption, since I still had to
wake up to meet Paul and Sarah by the mailboxes to go to the Farmer's Yard.

***

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

I leapt out of bed to turn off the clock before it made too much more
noise. I wanted to make sure that my dad didn't wake up and find me trying
to sneak out. I dug through some boxes and found a tighter fitting T-shirt
than my giant one yesterday. I knew we had to climb through barbed wire,
and didn't want to get stuck. I picked out some tough jean shorts to put
over my white briefs. Shorts that I knew wouldn't get roughed up from
exploring. Found my sneakers and tied them tight. I was ready for an
adventure.

I cracked open my door, trying to hear if my dad was up, working, making
breakfast or anything. Thankfully, he wasn't. I snuck down the stairs not
trying to make a creak. I could hear my dad snoring. That was a good
sign. Looking through the kitchen which lead to my parents' room, I could
see that Dad left his door open. He was laying in the same position as when
he passed out last night after all that white stuff came out of him.

Robe splayed open, legs stretched out, chest rising in falling in
sleep. His penis wasn't as big as yesterday, but it was still resting on at
least a third of his thigh. Even though he was in his most vulnerable state
of sleep, his muscles still etched into his skin, and his body hair was
coated over him perfectly, like moss on a tree, or rust on iron. It was
mesmerizing. So much more skin than I was used to seeing, and realizing
now, that I could stare, and he wouldn't know.

Every once and a while, his balls and penis would twitch, almost like a
watchman keeping guard. All I could think about was crawling up into his
bed with him, and pressing myself against the warmth of his body.

The dream I'd had the night before flashed into my head, the Grishams and I
grinding into my dad's skyscraper of a penis. Before I knew it, I was hard
once again. I swallowed down my anxiety, and decided to take a step
forward. My dad's snoring reminded me of the sawing he would take to planks
of wood. It was deep and resonant, like the sound of a forceful wind
against a firm building.

I took more steps closer. He chest was so decorative and complicated with
his chest hair. Whirls and whorls of it patchworking themselves, almost
like a tapestry. With each breath, his chest would rise and fall, his
nipples, copper, shining in this early morning. He was so different from
me. The idea of us being related stunned me.

I took more steps, so that I was at his door way. His legs were so
full-muscled, and I guess I'd never thought of legs as having any sort of
beauty. In swimming, they're used to propel you forward, but it's your arms
and shoulders that power you through the water. I approached him, only
inches away, his warmth was grazing against me, like soft sunlight.

Suddenly, during a breath, he started coughing, as if he were an engine
trying to start. I panicked. I dropped to the floor, and hid under the
bed. The smell of pine from the wood, and my dad's body was
intoxicating. My penis was at full attention at this point. I felt my dad
adjusting his body on the bed, saw his legs swing over the side, and start
walking toward the bathroom. He dropped the robe as he was walking. When he
turned the light on, I saw him again in his full natural form. He shook his
penis a little bit, and then aimed it over the toilet.

Pee started emptying into the toilet, like a garden hose emptying water. I
couldn't help but compare my own times going pee to his. His was so much
louder, and a LOT more was coming out. Is this what I would be like when I
grew up? Or is my dad just different? It seemed like minutes had gone by,
and the same steady, rattling stream continued. "Mmmmmmmmm," he said
finally, as the last few pulses of pee filled the toilet. He hit the
flusher, then turned to the shower, twisting the faucet. He tested the
water with his arm a couple of times, and I admired his butt as it was
facing me. It was like two basketballs, round, bouncy, with a canyon of fur
running through the crack, and forming a gentle bush at the small of his
back. He opened the glass door, stepped inside, closed the door and
disappeared by a curtain of steam.

I let out a slow exhale, shook my head slightly to wake up from the trance
I was just put in. Then I suddenly remembered: "The Farmer's Yard!"


I dashed out of my house, and started sprinting toward the mailboxes where
yesterday Sarah had instructed me to go. My hard penis was going down as I
was finally focused on something other than a grown up man, naked for my
eyes to take in. The street lights were still on, so I trusted that they
would still be waiting if I wasn't there first.

"He's not gonna show up," I heard Sarah's voice mutter.

"He will, just be patient!" Paul replied.

"Hey!" I said a litte too loudly, out of breath.

"Shh, keep your voice down!" Sarah whispered.

"Sorry. You guys ready?" I asked, arms akimbo, trying to seem leaderly and
brave.

"Yeah, let's go," said Paul, a little nervously. I looked at Paul, he was
dressed in a loose collared shirt, and dress slacks. Compared to Sarah, who
was dressed pretty plainly, I was a little worried about him playing
outside in what he was wearing.

"What took you so long?" Sarah asked.

"I overslept," I said, lying.

"We weren't waiting that long," Paul added. "Sarah's just impatient."

"Whatever. The farmer's probably already awake feeding his imaginary
chickens or something." I smiled and looked over at Paul. I tried my best
to not remember seeing him in my dream. Him and his dad. All three of us
humping my dad's giant penis in total bliss. I guess I'd never had a dream
like that before. Seeing the person in it standing before me was strange,
but I felt like I knew a secret--an imaginary secret--about the person I
was looking at.

I looked Paul up and down. He didn't look like he could have possessed all
the details I thought of in my dream. The leanness of muscle wrapping
around him like light armor. But who knew?

I found it interesting that I had no thoughts of Sarah like this. She was
just free and didn't care about much. Maybe that was a good thing.

We arrived at the concrete ditch that was sort of the size of a skatepark's
half-pipe. It would be easy for us to cross. At least for Sarah and I it
would be. Paul was wearing church shoes. This seemed to be a typical
uniform for Paul. I wonder if he was copying his dad, much like how I did
with my own dad.

Sarah and I ran down the wall of the ditch with ease, jogging to a stop. We
all knew that if Paul tried that he was going to slip and hurt himself.

"What do I do, guys?" Paul whispered loudly.

"Wear normal-people shoes next time," Sarah hissed.

"Here, grab my hand." I reached up to him, rolling my eyes. "Then you can
run down, and I'll catch you as you go down."

"Alright, I'll try." He looked like a fawn trying to cross a bunch of
rapids. I held out my hand to him, and he grabbed onto it, and ran down the
ditch. Half-way, his feet started slipping, but with my other hand, I
grabbed onto his loose shirt and spun him into my arms, holding him at the
bottom. Both of us sighing in relief.

"Man, thanks Sebastian." I kept holding him, my hands felt the outside of
him. He was all bones, but with little strips of muscles near his shoulder
blades and chest. He must be growing pretty fast. The rest of him can't
keep up.

"Cool. We got through it." I said, letting him go. I felt my penis start to
get hard again. "Alright," I said, trying to snap out of it, "Paul, I'll
give you a boost, so you can reach the other side. Sarah you can go ahead
and run up, right?"

"Psh, 'can I run up?'" She backed up toward the other wall, and then took a
quick sprint, climbing up the wall to its summit with just a good run.

"Good. Alright, you ready, Paul?" Paul nodded, and climbed up as far as he
could without slipping, and I came up behind him and pushed on his butt so
he could make it the rest of the way. His butt felt firm, almost like the
side-stomach of a horse. With enough effort, Paul made it the rest of the
way.

"Phew, thanks, again."

"Yeah. You really need better shoes, man," I said deeply. Paul smiled
sheepishly. I ran up the side, and came to the barbed wire fence keeping us
out of the yard. A paper NO TRESPASSING sign swung, defeated in the wind,
its color faded.

"You don't think it's high voltage, do you?" Sarah asked.

"Nah, there'd be signs. It's fine. See?" I reached out and grabbed an
un-barbed part of the fence, holding on it. "Here. I'll go first." I swung
my leg through, and scooped myself through the gap with ease. Sarah
followed. "You ready?" I asked Paul. He nodded, and stooped over and,
shakily put one leg through, went to scoop himself inside, and before I
could say anything, it was too late.

RRRRIP

The back of Paul's loose shirt started to snag. Feeling the rip, he
instinctively moved back to the other side but that just made the hole
worse. He looked like a trapped fox, scrambling for his life.

"What do I do?!" Paul asked, panicked.

"Here, don't worry." I went to him, guided him with his shoulders, putting
one hand on his stomach, undid the snag, and helped him through. Finally,
he got his bearings, and walked up to us, looking sort of humiliated.

"Ho man," Sarah chimed in, "Dad's gonna kill you." She laughed. His shirt
was ruined. A tear ran from his back down the side of his shirt. He looked
like he was about to cry.

"Here." I took my shirt off, and handed it to Paul, trying to smile
comfortingly. "Let's just trade shirts."

"W-what?" he looked dumbfounded.

"You can't go home with that one. You'll get in trouble. Better have a
shirt on that they don't remember getting you, than wearing one they got
you that's torn to ribbons." Paul looked utterly relieved. "You can get it
back to me later." He took his shirt off, and to my surprise, he looked
like what I imagined in my dreams. Lanky, railish, sinewy with developing
muscle, a tight four-pack growing on his stomach. A shine to him from the
heat with skin of white gold and tiny pink nipples. He put my shirt on, and
I his. Even though it was ripped, I definitely filled out Paul's shirt
better than he mine, but it would work.

"Alright, can we go now?" Sarah asked.

"Go where?" I asked.

"Go back home. We made it over here, now let's go." A look had spread over
her face of cold worry.

"No way!" I said. "We came all this way. I wanna explore!"

"Yeah. I didn't get pushed all the way up here, get my shirt torn, just to
turn back around. Let's look around a little bit." Finally, Paul was coming
around to my side. I was happy for him.

The sun still hadn't really come up yet, and there wasn't really much to
look around at. It was huge expanse of dirt. Nothing was going to be
growing here, it seemed. Especially since the rainy season already
passed. The only other thing that was around was a bulldozer, a giant dirt
hill, and the farmer's house, the lights all turned off. It was still an
intense thrill to be back there though. I could tell for Paul and Sarah,
even more so.

We decided to climb the dirt hill. I suggested that Paul leave his nice
shoes and walk barefoot, but he didn't want to step on anything
sharp. Climbing loose dirt isn't as easy as it looks, I learned. Every foot
I tried to climb, I ended up just sliding down. I had to move quickly if I
wanted to make it to the top. In the humid morning, I pushed with all my
might, clawing my hands into dirt to get more traction. Finally I made it
to the top, pulling Sarah and Paul each by their hands as they got
close. We'd made it.

We took a moment to observe everything around us. It really was
beautiful. I didn't have the same natural beauty as my hometown, but there
was something about it. Something about seeing light outside growing with
the sunrise, but all the houses turned off, knowing people were still
sleeping, and we were here. It gave my butterflies. I knew that it was just
a dirt hill in the back of a farmer's dirt farm, but it still felt like we
were at the highest point of our lives. Sarah looked great with her wispy
hair fluttering in the wind, and Paul had the biggest smile on his face.

We were kids living our summer, and it felt great to be a part of it.

In the East, the small fingernail of the sun was starting to peak over the
horizon. It had been a long time since I saw a sunrise.

"Pretty," Sarah said, almost in a trance.

"Yeah," in the same trance. I forgot about all the stuff I'd been thinking
about my dad, and just breathed in this moment. I went to exhale, and
turning my head, I saw that one of the lights in the farmer's house
switched on, with a giant shadow lumbering behind it.

"Guys!" I whispered. They turned and saw the same thing. Surpisingly, Paul
was the first one to run down the hill. Sarah and I followed down, sliding
with our feet. We ducked behind the hill.

"What do we do?" Sarah asked fearfully. We heard a screen door open and
slam, followed by the soft jingle of windchimes. It was as if the beast had
left his cave and we were prey. Thoughts ran through my mind about all
stories Sarah had heard.

But I didn't care about that.

I wanted to get a look at him. To see if he was really that mean. I wanted
to climb this hill again to see these sights, and knew I wouldn't be able
to if we just ran away, looking like we were in trouble. I slid along the
circumfrence of the hill, with a low crouch run toward the bulldozer. I
heard footsteps behind me. Sarah and Paul looked at me like I was out of my
mind, but they were with me. And that felt great.

From the bulldozer, I could see the farmer from behind. He was a giant man,
even taller than Mr. Grisham, head almost hitting the tin roof that covered
his dirt patio. He wore a pair of tattered overalls, no shirt underneath,
so I could see that with his monstrous frame, he was also covered in a
light reddish-brown hair, almost like an animal. His arms just by
themselves looked like they weighed 100 lbs. each. I knew that couldn't be
right, and that maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I knew being
on the wrong end of that fist would mean big trouble. He wore a baseball
cap that looked about as weathered as the rest of him.

My eyes were locked on him. I started creeping around the bulldozer, edging
closer to the house.

"Sebastian!" Sarah whispered, like a whip. I kept pressing forward. The
farmer slumped into what looked like a hammock he had set up between two
posts of his house, facing away from our direction. How the whole house
didn't fall down from his staggering weight amazed me. Looking behind me,
Sarah and Paul were still close by.

As we got closer, I started to hear a sound that resmembled growling, as
though there was a giant dog, asleep, or maybe mad at us, whatever it was
it made me stop in my tracks. The growling was so deep and throaty, my feet
could feel it in my feet and in my chest. All I could do was listen. I'd
never heard such a beastly noise. Sarah and Paul looked terrified.

"Mrrrrrmmmmmmm," it said. "Mrrrrmmmmmmmm." Whatever it it was, it didn't
sound as mad as I thought at first. Maybe it was sleeping. "Mrrrrmmmmmmmm."
Sweat started beading on my brow, and on my chest, from the heat of my
fiery, focused nerves.

"Mrrrrmmmmmmmm," it cried again. I slowly started to peek around the corner
of the wall we were hiding behind, like a lithe cat, pressed against the
earth, hoping to not be spotted.

"Mrrrrmmmmmmmm, fuuuuuuuuuuughk," what I saw paralyzed me. The farmer,
wrapped in the thin cloth of his hammock, a sheen sheet of sweat bathing
him, one strap of his overalls broken, hanging loosely, denim bouncing
around the eraser stub nipple punctuating his chest, had a massive hand
wrapped tightly around a penis that was about as big as my dad's, but a bit
thicker than his, squeezing it, and shaking it up and down like the piston
of an engine.

My scowl locked him in my eyes. And I didn't want to let go.

"Fuuuuuuuuughk'n ayyyrrggh," he cried. My penis was tangling in the hole of
my underwear's seam. I inched closer.

CLINK CLINKCLINKCLINK

No! My foot knocked over a beer bottle. Instantly, the farmer jerked his
head around. His surprised eyes blazed into mine. A full mustache perched
on his upper lip, stinging blue eyes, and skin aged by the sun.

"Th'fuck?!" he bellowed.

"Run!" I yelled to Sarah and Paul, who took off faster than anything. I
turned to run, as well, but I felt a pull on Paul's ripped shirt, slinging
me back in the other direction, ripping the shirt completely off like it
was made of paper.

"Git over here boy!" he snarled into my ear. "None'a you kids ever read?
'No Trespassing'. S'what it says all 'round my land." My legs were stiff
and not moving with me very well.

"I-I'm sorry." I tried saying, fear was clenching itself inside my
throat. He wrapped his arm around my body, sat down on a stool, and laid me
across his thigh, my head facing the dirt floor of his patio, all in one
quick motion.

"I'ma ask you some questions," he said deep and gruff into my ear, the
warm, beer soaked breath of his sent shivers down my by spine. "Every time
you lie to me, you get one right on the ass."

Ass. He meant my butt. He had to. Is that was "ass" was?

"Why're you on my territory?" he started.

"I-I-I...um..." SWAT! "AHH!" His hand stung so badly, like dozens of
needles. I knew he had to have tons of power behind those shoulders. "I
don't know!"

SWAT!

"AHH! I SAID 'I DON'T KNOW!'" SWAT! "AHHH!" He smacked me right in the spot
he did the first time, stinging even more.

"Tell the truth, boy," he threatened.

"Okay! O-okay! Okay," I was breathing heavily. Looking to my left, through
the hole in his overalls, I saw his swinging penis, still hard. My eyes
widened. The heat of it pressed against my face like a hot piece of
iron. I'd never been so close to a penis this big. If he moved just right,
it might hit me in the face.

SWAT! "AHHHH I WAS," coughing the words out by this point, "I was just
exploring..."

SWAT! "AHHHCK!" Every time he spanked me, my body lurched forward, making
me hump his leg, inching me closer to his giant erection.

"Tell," he got closer to me, "tell the truth boy." Tears were forming in my
eyes, but my seering erection was also jamming into the farmer's leg. He
had to feel it. He had to.

"I wanted..." my breath was stifled. I felt the farmer use his thumb to
pull my shorts down, exposing my bare and sweaty...ass.

"You wanted what, boy?" SWAT!

"Unnng!" It still stang, maybe even worse with my shorts pulled up, but
something was different. "I-I w-wanted to..." SWAT! "MMMMPH!" It was
starting to feel nice. It was difficult to explain. Maybe lying to him
wouldn't be so bad, if I weren't so scared of what he could do to me.

"You wanted to see me jacking off?"

Jacking off. That was what he was doing. That's what my dad was
doing. Holding their penis, and rubbing it up and down like that. That's
what it was called: jacking off.

"N-no! I wasn't--" SWAT! "Gyaaaahh!"

"You wanted to see me jacking off?" I could only imagine how red my...ass
was.

"I didn't I swea--" SWAT! "MMMMMM! PLEASE!" I cried, but I yearned for
more. "I-i-it...it hurts," I moaned into his leg.

"This's nothin, boy. Now tell me," he started squeezing my ass as hard as
he could, as though he were squeezing juice out of a cantelope.

"Guuuughn!" I started squirming, which only caused me to rub my penis up
against his leg.

"I can feel that hard on y'got th'r'" he said gruffly. SWAT!

"HAAA! Okay!" I was breathing in and out like a panting puppy. "I
wanted..." I swallowed hard, "I wanted...to see you jacking off," I said,
tears in my eyes, afraid, humiliated. SWAT! "AHH!"

"I can't hear you boy!"

"I wanted to see you jacking off!" SWAT! "GAAHHH!"

"You wanted to see me jacking off my huge cock, boy?" SWAT! SWAT! God, I
thought, I didn't want him to stop. Each spanking surged through my body
like when you're in the car, and you go over a dip in the road, causing
your whole body to jolt and shake with a strange pleasure.

"I wanted to see you jacking off your huge cock!" SWAT! "Mmmmmmmpmh!" it
was becoming too much. I could feel my balls twitching, my...cock couldn't
take much more of this.

"Can't hear ya boy over all this noise, boy!" SWAT!

"UNNNGH I WANTED TO SEE YOU JACKING OFF YOUR HUGE COCK!" My voice was
cracking, whining. "I WANTED TO SEE YOU JACKING OFF YOUR HUGE FUCKING
COCK!!" My ass was on fire, and my cock felt like it was going to explode.

The farmer grabbed me by my neck, lifting me to my feet, scooping me up
between my legs with one arm, so that I was sitting on his forearm like the
limb of a tree, my loosened shorts falling to the floor. My cock was
shooting straight toward the sky, my balls resting, dropped, bouncing on
his arm. My breathing was stifled, chest heaving beneath Paul's torn
shirt. I was naked, afraid, a furious building in my cock that was making
me dizzy, drenched in sweat, and caked with salty, muddy dirt.

The farmer pressed his other arm into my chest, locking me against the wall
of his house, my wet ass crack slid down the farmer's hairy, sweaty
forearm, till I found myself stuck with his wristbone grinding into my
asshole.

Without thinking, I let out a high, flute-like moan. I went blind with an
electric pleasure that was zapping and pulsing through me. My cock felt
like it was inflated twice it's size, it's head a deep red. I instinctively
lifted my legs slightly, letting his wrist bone dig and grind, only a
milimeter deeper, but the pleasure surged like lightning from my thighs to
my toes. My stomach was tightened, my breath shallow, I was no longer in
the Farmer's Yard, but in a distant place in my mind, swirling with colors,
photographs of what I knew was in front of me, the sky, the clouds, the
trees, the farmer, kalideoscopic. I was afraid, but I couldn't let go of
this feeling. Partly because I desperately didn't want to, and partly
because the farmer's hold on my was like a vice. If I struggled, the
pleasure only fumed even more through me.

"Look boy," he said softly, with a growl, deep in the pit of his
stomach. He clenched the fist that I was sitting on.

"Ah!" I moaned then gulped, whimpering. "P-please, d-d-don't do that," I
said, a voice that I didn't even recognize as my own. It was warbling and
quavering. My hair dripped with sweat down along my chest and stomach. I
continued to squirm and struggle, grinding my asshole and balls against his
powerful arm. The sounds of wet skin rubbing against each other slid into
my ears. I looked down, and my cock was leaking this clear fluid. I said,
don't do that, but I wanted him to push me to the limit. Stopping at this
point was out of the question. To this relinquishing of control. My cock
was practically glazed in it at this point.

"I don't care how horny you are," he bent closer so that his mustache was
tickling my own lips. I was about to pee, I could feel it. I could feel it
coming. I was gonna pee on this stranger.

"Keep yer feet," he clenched his arm, gritting his teeth, I gasped in
pleasure, "yer eyes," clenching again, my throat let out a squeaking
wheeze, I could hardly breathe, "and yer CUM on yer own property!"

I felt my eyes roll back into my head. "Oh-h-h God. Oh...oh my
god...ohmaguh mmmmmm" I gasped for air. My legs started shaking out of
control. My vision went between the farmer's blue eyes, his mustache, his
hard chest dewey with sweat, and then...

"AAAAAAGGH!" I looked down at my cock, and a squirt of clear, somewhat
white liquid shot midway up my stomach. My back jerked, and another one
landed in my belly button. I cried out in pleasure, grinding still against
his arm.

Windchimes rang through the morning as a breeze cooled my soaked skin.

I was hyperventilating. I felt myself being lowered to the ground, my knees
buckled when I reached the Earth again. I line of sweat from the farmer
bannered my chest. All I could do was stare blankly for a few moments.

The farmer bent over, picked up my shorts and tossed them at my chest,
snapping me out of my daze.

"Now get the fuck outta here! I don't wanna see yer ass around here
again!!"

I quickly stumbled while racing to put my shorts back on, covering my beet
red ass, and cum...soaked cock.

I sprinted home thinking of these words.

Ass. Cock. Jacking off. Cum. Horny.

It felt beyond amazing to have a man like the farmer touching me. In
whatever way he was. Tears were beading in my eyes as I ran. I heard the
farmer's swinging door slam shut. As tears flecked from my face, a smirk
started spreading over my lips. I had explored the farmer's yard, and
gotten out. No trouble. Nothing like what Sarah said.

I'd experienced something amazing. The dirt pile, the sunrise, leading my
friends through an adventure, the farmer making me...cum? For the first
time I started feeling like something might not be wrong with me. I was
just like my dad. I...cummed? Came? Whatever happened, I knew I wanted to
do it again, as soon as possible if I could.

I knew I had more to learn about all of this. And I already couldn't wait
to learn more.

I had to learn more. I was driven to learn more.

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Thank you for reading.

Chapter 3 to follow.

Tiao Wu - hjk7359@hotmail.com