Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2017 16:08:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Rina Subject: Sexy Redneck 5 The next few days were completely cockless and to be honest my holes needed a break The sore throat was feeling better and I was able to sit down without wincing. It was Monday the favorite of my shifts. The guys were in and out all morning long, Chet as normal was the first of the day. "Chet Jr. said he's really looking forward to summer break" He informed me in the returned Chet sacastic tone. Chet was type that was big on eye contact when having a conversation, but I had a hard time locking eyes with him these days and I knew why. The fucker had a 20 minute movie of me sucking his cock and judging by the way he now looks at me I'd be willing to bet he watches it often to keep the mental picture fresh. Tommy swung by for his predictable"Large..Black..Coffee". The over tipping has come to an end. He laid 4 bucks on the counter and left without a word. His demeanor has changed completely and it's been two Saturdays in a row with no family breakfast...Hmmm. Toby has made odering coffee and not paying for the new morning ritual. He'd grab it and as he went out the door "Your welcome" he'd say in his arrogant tone. Toby definately acted like I owed him something. I haven't seen Tony since his fat cock chaffed my throat. Just last week he was here 3 or 4 times a day and now nada. I wonder if he even drinks coffee, or were the frequent trips his way of letting me know he was interested. My newest favorite customer Steve usually rolled through here around 10:30. He never has a whole lot to say, but was always very friendly. I couldn't help and wonder if his new morning coffee runs were coincidental, or had he heard some stories that piqued an interest. !0:30 on the nose and there he was. "Good morning Steve..The usual? I asked him. "Please Taylor if you would" He replied in the well mannered tone I've come appreciate. I got to work and since he was the only other person in the building I tried to start a conversation "Looks like you got a bit to much sun this weekend" I asked him. "Nah this is what they call a farmers tan..Did the first harvest of the season yesterday..Sun block may have been a good idea" He answered chuckling. "Does it hurt?..It looks like it hurts" I inquired taking in the site of his big red arms. "The heat it generates actually feels pretty good on my sore back" He responded running a hand down his red arm. "Well it will al be worth it when your corn makes it to market..You grow the best sweet corn around..I love it" I stated. "Wish I knew that sooner..I would have brought some for you" He said looking disappointed a bit. "Damn..My folks are having a little cookout tomorrow and what a treat that would be" I said. "if you got some time after work come out to the farm and grab it you can take all you want?" He asked me. "Yeah I guess I could swing that, but I have no clue how to get there" I replied. Steve Handed me his phone and said "Plug your number in there..I'll shoot you the directions". I watched him the entire walk to the door, classic tight wranglers hugged his long legs and the outline of a skoal can in the back pocket was sexy. His turned backward John Deere hat had for sure seen cleaner days. I'd guess him to be 25yo. 6'2" and a lean 170lbs. To say he's in fantastic shape is an understatment. I got his text faster than I'd have thought "highway 9 north 12 miles,right on county road 6 to the end approx 5 miles, last place on the left. I'll be home allday..See you later on Taylor" I read and thought "Shit this place is out in the boonies" I worked till 2pm on Mondays and thought it might never get here, but keeping busy with side work passed the time. I punched out jump in the piece of shit and prayed it would fucking start. "On my way now Steve" I texted. "Great..See you in 25" He replied. Steve's place was much easier to find than I feared. Seeing his white pick-up in the back I followed the dirt road that wrapped around his house. He was wisely seated in the shade tilting an ice filled glass and hollared to me. "Have any trouble finding the place?" He asked. "Nope..My car seemed to already know where it was going..Nice place you got here" I responded joining him under the biggest oak tree I've ever seen. "Thanks..been here my whole life..After my Dad died Mom moved to Florida..I've been running this place for 2 years now" Steve said. "Seems awful quiet..Where are all the people that make this possible?" I asked him. "After harvest the guys always get a few days off...My wife took the kids to see the grand folks..I stayed behind to hold the fort down..To be honest I really like the quiet out here when everyone's gone..Ya know?" He said laying his cap on the table to scratch his scalp. "Yeah..it's nice and peacfull I bet" I answered. "You want the dime store tour?" He asked. "Sure..Love to see what you got here" I replied. Steve headed through the barn door with me a step or two behind "Here's where we store all the product" He said pointing in every direction before turning in my direction "Pretty impressive huh?" He added. The barn extended for what looked like forever and corn was pilled floor to ceiling "Yup sure is..Holy fucking corn" I said laughing. "Wanna check out my equipment..I'm pretty proud of it" He asked. "Be a shame to come all this way and not" I answered and swallowed the lump in my throat. "I love showing this stuff off...Let me know if this farm shit gets boring" Steve said rounding a corner in to a vast garage containing a green and yellow fleet. "Nope..Definately haven't gotten bored yet" I answered. "My wife tells me every chance she gets..."all right Steve enough already... farming isn't as interesting as you make it sound"...So please when you've had enough don't be shy about it" Steve told me. "This is all new to me..Never actually been to a working farm before..Please feel free to ramble all you'd like" I said. Siezing an oppurtunity it sounded like he seldom got Steve gave me very detailed explanations about each different vehicle. I found his passion for farming extremely fucking hot. He climbed in to the tractor parked closest to the door. "Come on Taylor..Let's take a ride..Wanna see the the north forty?" He said as the John Deere roared to life. "This is my baby..She's got wifi, A/C, cameras, GPS and blue tooth everything..I could almost drive it from the bathtub" Steve said slapping a series of buttons and levers. The tractor cab being designed for one person was snug with us both, but we made it work. "Think your short enough...You mind standing Bud?" He asked. "Not one little bit" I answered slipping around him taking a stance behind the cushy air ride chair. We drove around for an hour, I saw nearly every inch of his 400 acre hot flat nothing. Listening to the babble about germanation and growth cycles was making me sleepy, but a quick glance over his shoulder would bring me back around. "Hope your not just being polite Taylor...Are you as interested as you seem?" He asked. "Nope not bored yet..Iam getting thirsty though" I replied. "Yeah me too Bud..Let's head back to the house and something cold" Steve said turning the rig around. He parked under the sprawling massive tree, kicked open the door and sprinted to the house. I found my way back to the picnic table and admired this incredible tree awaiting his return. I beginning to wonder why I was even here Steve was clearly more interested in corn than getting serviced. There wasn't any indication what so ever he had the same mindset I did. Sometimes people see and hear what want they to, but there wasn't even any sublties I could twist around in my head. This guy was all about corn and quite possibly nothing else. Steve was back from his trek with a cold sixer in hand and slung one at me. I guess I should asked sooner, but "You old enough for beer Taylor" He said. "I'll be 19 in two weeks..So yeah I can handle a beer or two..Thanks" I answered snapping the can open and pouring it in my mouth. I watched Steve swallow an entire beer in one lift of the arm and busted open another. The second was gone nearly as fast. I wouldn't classify Steve as your typical redneck, but he sure put beers away like one. With a single motion all the buttons that ran down his front side were released and his chest was set free. I had difficultly taking eyes off him and as fucking usual..busted. "Taylor cool if I ask you a question?" Steve asked. "Sure shoot and please call me Tay..everyone does" I responded "Are you gay?" he asked while refastening the buttons top to bottom. "Steve..I'm sorry I thought you knew..Sorry..I just figured you'd heard some where..Sorry" I answered breaking in to sweat. "Where the fuck would I have heard that?" He asked seemly irritated. "I dunno..thought maybe some of the guys around town..or something..I dunno..Sorry Steve" I replied nervously. "You think the gay kid that works in the coffee shop is someone these corn fed rednecks talk about?..Is that what you think?" He said. "I dunno Steve..Guess I kinda figured word had gotten around..Sorry" I replied. "It's all right Tay..I guess you surprised me bit..My wifes brother is gay, but he wears make-up and shit" He said. "I'm not that fucking gay" I said feeling more comfortable with the situation and let out a laugh. "I don't know anything bout levels of gayness, but noboy's is as gay as Billy" Steve stated with a round of laughter "You did look at my chest like it was food and you haven't eaten in 3 day" He added. "Yeah..Guess I did..Sorry..Guess you surprised me a bit too..You know your sexy as all hell..Don't cha?" I said. "Well I've never had problems getting girls in to the barn and this would keep em there, but I'm a married man these day..So" He said squeezing his junk "There's that look again Tay, maybe you didn't hear me I'm married" He added. "Sorry I couldn't help myself...If some hot chick Squeezed her tits are you gonna look?" I asked him. "Your damn right I fucking would...I get it..I get it...I like tits and your in to cock...I get it" He answered. "Well I'm not as in to cock as cock gets in to me" I said giggling. "Is that what the guys in town would have told me..If I'd heard about the queer thing?" He asked finishing off a fourth brew. "Yeah..I guess maybe there's a few that might have said so" I answered casually. "Huh..That your plan in life..being the town cocksucker?" He asked. "I never really thought about it, but right now I'm just having some fun..Is that so fucking wrong..So I've sucked a few cocks..big deal...How many chicks you fucked in that barn" I said pointing. "That's different and you know it..Guys are suppose to bang girls..That's what we fucking do" He stated. "No I don't see the difference..You like pussy so you fuck it..I like cock so I suck it" I answered. The situation was geeting a little tense again, but Steve seems to have lost the ability rattle my nerves any longer. I did catch him watching my mouth as I spoke since polishing of a fifth beer. I never knew for sure what guys thought when they did this, but I imagined they pictured thier cocks sliding in and out of it. "So the little town polesmoker..Any guys I know?" He asked. "It's a small town everyone knows everyone, but sorry no names" I answered. "Oh I see..The discrete little town polesmoker..Would that be more accurate..You can tell me when your ready Bud" He asked laughing again and walking toward the house . I didn't feel like Steve was laughing at my expense, but sometimes you hear what you want and there's a chance I was completely fucking wrong. Steve was back from the house with another six in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. After a big swig of booze and half a beer chaser he asked "You didn't come out here for corn did you Tay?..You drove all this way hoping I'd feed you dick?" He asked. "No...No...I came for the corn and to hopefully suck you off..I can dream can't I?" I asked in return. "You can keep fucking dreaming...Chicks only on this big cock" He said grabbing his package again. "Now that's not fucking fair..You know I'm gay and your seriously telling me you've got a big pole?" I asked watching his hand return from the under table bulge grab and pick up the whiskey. "Yeah.. I'm just teasing you, but it pretty fucking big" He stated taking a mouthful booze. "How big we talking since you keep feeling the need to bring it to my attention?" I asked Steve. "BIG" He said as he stood and showed me meat snaking down his pant leg. "It's alright I guess" I said trying to appear uninterested, but he had something big trapped in those tight jeans. "It's alright you say..almost 9 inches is just alright?" He said. "Show it to me If your so fucking proud of it... Just so you know 7 inches is NOT almost 9..Guys always exagerrate about how big they are" I said taunting him, It was my turn. "What?..Why the fuck would I ever show you my huge dick..seriously" Steve replied. "Well...sure looks like it wants out of those jeans..for starters" I responded as he kept rubbing his shit "Plus I've become a bit of a cock expert..I'll give you a proffesional evaluation" I added with a smile. "Oh I see you've blown a couple guys and now your the town pro...That's fucking funny" He said. "Yeah it kinda does..These couple of guys were BIG" I answered him. "So you an expert on big cock than?" He asked with a slight slur. "been told I'm damn good with big stuff..So yeah" I replied. "Follow me" He ordered grabbing a beer and stumbling of to the barn. As he reached the open doors he realized I wasn't behind as he assumed I would be "You fucking coming or not queer?" He yelled. Steve was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear somebody in the loft area above me "Hey were you at?" I yelled. "Upstairs..Ladder's to your left" a voice answered. I causiously climbed and found my sexy farmer friend in what looked like a man cave. There was a sofa, acouple of folding chairs. Fridge and television. "What you got going here?" I asked slinkt in to the of an open window. "This is where the guys hang out, but I'll make an exception for you" He answered as flipped through a magazine. I sat quietly on the on the available end of the couch and eagerly watched as he turned page and stroked meat through denim. "Awful fucking quiet now huh?..Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked. Steves eyes immediately went to my lips and awaited my response. "No..This is cool" I answered staring off in to space. "Here's what gonna fucking happen" He barked as pulled a chair in front of himself as if he was planning to put his feet up "I'm need to jerk off and you can fucking watch if ya fucking want?" He added opening his shirt again to reveal his spectacular chest and ripped stomach. "Sure I wanna watch..Sure" I answered quickly "Let's see that big shit I've heard so much about" I added. I watched with great pleasure as he stood and draped his shirt over the back of the sofa. He knew how fucking sexy he was and enjoyed giving me a show. Next the boots and finally he slid the tight jeans to his knees, I was suprised. Boxer briefs, He was actually wearing underwear. His cock looked bigger only hidden by a thin piece of sweaty cotton. Steve seated himself again and continued further through the smut mag. "You plan on staying over there, Or" He said pointing to the chair he'd placed earlier. Without a word I was in front of him watching as he ran a hand over his incredibly hot pecs and tummy. The magazine on his lap nearly hid what I was really here to see. A visible damp spot gave me good idea where the end of his shaft was located. He went from one page to next occasionally bring it closer to eyes for closer inspection, or perhaps allowing me opportunity to pre-evaluate his cock. It was clear he was all of the 9 inches he'd claimed earlier. I watched his meat move around under the tight hanes. Still holding the mag to his face a hand would wander down and give it a few strokes and the wet spot would widen. I really wanted to suck that fucking thing, but to honest I was really getting off on the show. "Think you could help get these fucking jeans off bro?" A voice rose from behind a copy of "cock whores". As Steve shook his legs I was able work them of one leg at a time. I without having the control to not, the crotch of pants went to my nose. I inhaled his musky, sweaty redneck scent. It was remarkable, but of course he had lowered the dirty mag just in time to catch me in the act. "Huh...Socks next" He asked as a big foot came to rest on my leg. I rolled his rank socks off and tossed to the straw struen floor. Steve hooked his long dirty toes on the small bit of chair my spread legs left available. "You wanna suck it queer?" He asked squeezing more juice from the end of his meat. "Thought you were never gonna ask..fuck yeah I do" I said as I stood to move in for some cock. His filthy foot aggresively returned me to my seat and remained on my lap "Go ahead queer..Suck it" as He wiggled his toes. I didn't like idea..at first, but if I do this maybe just maybe. I brought Steve's big foot to the end of my tongue using both hands and after licking it clean I took his biggest toe between my lips and sucked like it were a little dick. I ogled big hidden cock the entire time. He seemed to lose interest in "cock whores" and tossed to the side. "You like tongue bathing my dirty feet pig?" He asked watching my mouth wander all over his foot. "Yes sir..I do" I spit out watching the damp spot grow even larger. "You know I got two of them fuckers..Don't ya?" He stated and pulled his sparkling clean big toes from my mouth. The vacated spot was quickly filled with dirty toes and the motions required to do so had allowed his sticky cock head to poke out at last. It was thick, red and oozing cum. Steve was quick to tuck it back in and took notice of my less aggresive toe sucking when it left site. This turned in to a game for him. "Come on pig..Quit fucking playing..Lick that fucking thing clean..You need a little inspiration do ya?" He said tugging his undies allowing 2 or 3 inches of dick to come in to view. "There you queer..Now your getting it..Suck them toes..Like they where this cock" He demanded. I had four of his five dirty toes wandering around my mouth and I couldn't have cared less. In my mind they were they big purple cock head Steve let me see every now and again. Steve returned his squeaky clean foot to the floor and spread his strong legs. This let a couple more inches in to freedom. He returned his gaze upon "cock whore" and I sat and watched as more cock find it way out. "What you think so far queer..Do I measure up" He asked dropping the mag in to his lap to look at me. "You definately measuring up so far Steve..It's beautiful" I answered biting my lower lip. He found my want amusing and laughed accordingly "Close those fucking eyes" He ordered. I could feel as he stood and heard his briefs sliding down his legs. "You have permission to open em" He said. Steve was back seated with his stained underwear resting in his lap hiding most of the big meat, however his leaky head was now dripping on to his leg. From the waist down he was completely white skinned. He returned once more to "cock whores" and with every flip of the page more dick grew in to site. "Is this what you are Tay" He said pointing to the title banner across the top edge of the magazine. "Yeah...I'm a whore for cock..I'd love to be the whore on that fucking thing" I said eyeing his nearly visible entire whore fucker. "I bet you fucking would..PIG" He stated dropping his underwear to the floor. Steve's man parts were all he'd bragged about, At least 9 inches and fat. Sitting back, spreading wide and moving his mid section closer to me. "Go ahead get a closer look if you'd like..I'm curious to hear what you think" He ordered. I got in my favorite postiton and got eyes with in an inch, Steve waived his dick back and forth while stroking. "Wait...let me get it to full mast for ya" He said as he spit in his hand a couple of times and went back to the stroke. When it looked about as hard it was gonna get his hands came to rest on his strong fucking legs. His meat was so frigging impressive, It stood straight up all on its own. The thick viened shaft was perfectly straight. "Well...What ya think PIg?...Do I fucking I measure up?" He asked me. Being at a loss for words I hummed "MMMM..HMMM". "Bet you'd love to do your gay thing on this cock..wouldn't ya?" He asked. "MMMM..HMMM" I said mermerized by the big pole in my face. "I think I'd like that too" He said stroking another dollop of gizz from the head. "MMMM..HMMM" I mumbled and let my tongue hang out. "You wanna lick shit up?..Don't cha queer" He asked while loading a finger with his spunk. "Just a fucking taste queer" He added and cleaned his finger off on my waiting tongue. I closed my eyes and savored Steves seed, I could be crazy, but I swore it tasted like sweet corn and bacon. That's a new combo and it was fucking incredible. I knew my expression spoke for me. "Fuck yeah..You live for that shit don't ya?" He asked. "I just found out recently, but I do..I fucking live for hung straight redneck spunk" I answered while eyes followed his swaying pipe. "There's more where that came from..You know how to get it PIG?..Don't ya" He asked squeezing his huge sweaty ball sack. My open mouth immediately went in search of cock, Steve swept up the latest batch with a finger and smeared it on my pouty lips. "I asked you a fucking question...You know how to get it PIG?" He asked again. "I gotta suck it out sir..That'd how I've gotten it in the past" I said with a girly giggle following. "That fucking mouth looks like it would feel awesome wrapped around this, but you know what you gotta do" Steve asked. I tracked his big pole with my mouth and desperately made effort to get on it "I guess I don't understand..Please" I answered. "You ready to suck this big cock queer?" He asked letting let head graze my lips. "You know I fucking am..let me at it..please" I answered opening up wide. "Oh yeah queer show that cocksucker off, but if your ready to suck than you need to be ready to talk..Get it?" He asked and before he got all the words out it occurred to me. "Tommy, Chet, Toby, Tony and likey lil Chet real soon" I answered quickly. "I knew you'd figure this shit out..No fucking teeth queer" Steve said as he kicked back and released his meat in to my custody. Steve watched as my lips encircled his big head. After his huge filthy feet this was like candy and I wasted no Time finding my groove. "There you queer..Work that fucking juice out..Work that fucking cock" He said while letting me do my thing. Much like Tommy I wasn't able to get him all down, just to damn fat. At about 8 inches in was perfect and up and down I went. "You can add my name to list queer..Suck that fucking dick" He said softly. With the freedom to suck Steve's cock any way I chose, I went with my favorite. All the way off and all the way on at nice steady pace. He went from throat to mouth and back to throat. "I'd been picturing my cock sliding in and out of your suck hole since the third beer..It was worth the fucking wait...SUCK THAT FUCKING COCK PIG" He said relaxed back watching my mouth ride his shaft. Steve meat leaked gizz like nothing I'd ever seen. Every trip back to the head I'd run my tongue round it and lick it up. It almost seemed like his dick knew it wasn't getting all the way down and released a constant flow of lube in an effort to get there. Bacon and Corn flavored..for sure. "Slow your fucking roll queer..I wanna enjoy that fucking mouth thoroughly before I shoot...The slower I cum the more you get" He said as wrapped his scratchy hand around my throat. "Fuck queer..That's a first..I can feel my hog fucking throat..Suck that cock Tay" he stated. This went on for nearly a half hour I was guessing, I could feel his dick pulsating and knew he was close and a large order of bacon flavored sweet corn was gonna be heading my way. "Oh fuck yeah..almost..here it comes queer" He moaned and forced me off his meat with the hand still firmly around my neck "I gonna cum on your face queer" He added. He held my face well with in shooting distance and stroked his swollen stick "I Want my fucking seed all over that queer face of yours" He added as the first shot hit my cheek. I of course had my hole gaped hoping to catch the next load, but it was a direct shot to my forehead and the third on my the nose and left eye. I fucking stung like hell, But didn't care. I could feel the warm gizz ozzing toward my mouth and my tongue waited patiently to catch it. Steve still stroking let me back on for the fourth and final blast of nut. I sucked and cleaned his shaft for another 5 minutes. "Awesome queer..Best skull I've ever had..Now what do you fucking say?" He asked. "Thank you" I said while using his dick to sweep his seed from my face and on to my tongue. "As soon as your done with your meal..You can get the fuck out of here..Grab all the corn you want..You fucking earned it queer" He said eyes closed. To be continued....