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"Fuck," I muttered when I heard my bike tire go "SSSSSssss**-___" I looked
down and it was flatter than cardboard. I was miles from home. I'd rushed out
that morning without my tire repair kit and the only sign of civilization I saw
was a farm way off in the distance. I pushed my bike all the way to the farm. It
was a scorching Kansas sun, and I had to strip nearly naked to stay alive.
Sweat poured down my slender frame.

When I got to the farm I knocked on the farmhouse door, but there was no
answer. I heard something in the barn and pushed my bike over to it and
peered through the open barn door. A hunky, shirtless farmer was sucking on
a cigarette and stacking hay. "What's the matter, boy?" he asked gruffly when
he saw me standing there looking lost and forlorn.

"Ah ... my tire's flat," I said.

He walked up to me and wiped his brow. I gulped when I saw his sweat
trickle down his firm pecs.

He let out a grunt, walked up to a workbench, and motioned for me to bring
my bike over to him. It only took him a few minutes to fix my flat. All the time
he worked, it was impossible for me not to stare at his hefty crotch. It was as
full as Coach Hanson's crotch, which meant that the farmer was packing a big
one.

When Coach Hanson walked around the gym with his package dangling
down and flopping from side to side, my mouth got so watery.

"Thanks so much, Mister," I thanked him profusely when he filled my tire with
air and handed my bike back to me as good as new.

"Been riding far?" he asked.

"All the way from Roscnbloom," I told him.

"That's a long way. No wonder you're so hot and sweaty," he said as he
pushed his finger against my chest and slid it down my torso. I was about to
leave when he grabbed my arm and said, "Not so fast, boy. I think you need a
rest before you go. Besides, it's too damn hot out there to be riding a bike."

"I guess," I said.

"It's cooler up there," the farmer said and he pointed at the barn loft. "There's
a nice breeze up there." He pushed me to the ladder and I had no choice but
to start climbing.

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When I got to the top, I felt him grab my bike shorts and pull them down.

"Wha ... what are you doing, sir?" I stammered.

"It's too hot for these shorts," he said gruffly. "Besides, I saw you looking at
my crotch. I know what you pussy boys from the city like."

I'd never been handled like that before and when he called me a pussy boy
and exposed my butt to the air, I shot a boner and my balls started to itch
something fierce.

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The farmer gripped my butt hard and forced me onto the floor of the loft. It
wasn't any cooler than below, but I didn't care because he buried his face in
my ass and started tonguing my asshole.

I let out a gasp when he peeled my hole apart and worked his tongue in
deep. After worming his tongue in and out of my butt for several minutes, he
stood up long enough to undress. I briefly rolled onto my back so I could see
him naked.

"You've got a tangicr butt hole than the last pussy boy I fucked," he said as
he stroked his cock and primed it for my hole. "I like that in a boy."

His cock was starting to leak prccum, and as he kneeled over me, he
pumped his cock above my face and let several thick drops of prccum drop
onto my lips.

"Like that, boy?" he asked. "Like the way I taste?" I nodded and he rolled me
over and spanked my butt hard.

"When a man docs you a favor, you need to ask him what he wants in return,
boy," he said. "Don't just try and run off by saying thanks, you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" I cried back.

His gritty hands clenched my shoulder and my butt as he began rubbing his
cock against my pucker hole.

"Fuck, the way you're making me drip, I'll have your pussy nice and wet
soon," he growled.

I felt his wet cockhcad slipping and sliding against my hole. He rubbed it
back and forth against my pucker, pushing it open expertly with his natural
lubrication. Even though I'd never had a man shove his cock up my ass, I
certainly wasn't the first young asshole he'd ever fucked.

He didn't even warn me when he thrust his cock into me with one forceful
thrust. I let out a cry, and he just spanked my butt even harder.

"I bet you like it hard and deep, boy," he growled. "Docs that hurt or are you
crying out 'cause it feels so good?"

I was afraid to let him know just how much I was enjoying his deep,
penetrating thrusts. The pain did smart, but the more he thrust his cock into
me, the better it felt. My cock was already draining and shooting wads of cum
across the loft floor when he snorted and snarled and completely filled my
ass with his ample load. It squirted out the sides of my asshole and drenched
my butt.

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After filling my ass with his load, the farmer tossed me on a sack of feed and
tenderly kissed me. His wet, slippery cock rubbed against my spent pecker,
and even though my butt was sore from his thorough pounding, I felt so good.

He lit another cigarette and we spent the rest of the afternoon naked, talking
and having fun. He wanted to know what I was studying in school and what
my parents were like and what I did with my friends.

I unloaded on him all the things I was worried about. He listened patiently
and thoughtfully. The sun was starting to set before I realized how late it was.
I panicked because I knew I'd never get home before dark.

The farmer calmed me down, tossed my bike in the back of his pickup, and
drove me all the way home.

"Who was that?" Dad asked when he saw me waving good-bye to the
farmer.

"Just a kind farmer," I told Dad.

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