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The Farmer Down The Road

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by ManFur It was turning out to be a summer with no rain. In mid August our well went dry for the first time since I was a little kid. Luckily, our neighbor who owned a small farm, had a water source that he allowed my family to use. This involved me carrying a five gallon can across the road, through a field, past his pig pen, and down a bank and into a gully where there was a natural spring. I remembered as a kid how hard it was to carry a gallon all that way; at 18 I wasn't looking forward to hauling five gallons at a time. I got the water can from the shed and headed across the road. It was 90 that day. I was wearing a pair of shorts with a mesh liner -- no underwear. I weighted 150 pounds and stood five feet six inches. I had a small body, but I was in excellent physical condition. I had a great tan from the dry summer and I loved the way my black chest hairs would glisten in the sun when the sweat ran down. I made my way across the road and walked down through the field until I came to the pig pen. No one was around. I stopped to watch the pigs running around in the dirt. At the far corner was an area that was slightly muddy. The farmer kept it moist as a place for the pigs to cool off. Several were wallowing in the muck. I didn't see a source for the water and assumed the farmer, like me, had to haul it up by bucket. This reminded me of my errand, so I left the pigs and went into the woods to find the gully with the spring in it. I found it easily enough. I filled my can from the spigot the farmer had installed and started back out of the gully. Coming to the edge of the woods, I spotted the farmer walking down to his pig pen. I put my can on the ground and took a breather. The farmer didn't see me standing in the woods. He walked over to the pig pen and to my surprise unzipped his jeans and started pissing through the fence. His stream was strong enough that I could hear his piss splattering the dry dirt and could picture the hot fluid making a sudsy froth on the ground. He stood back with his hands at his side and continued his golden release. This gave me a chance to see his cock. It was quite long and plainly visible from where I stood. I hadn't seen many, but I could tell his was bigger than most. The farmer was in his mid forties. He was a bit over six feet tall and very broad in the shoulders. His torn tee shirt revealed solid muscles on his upper body. His butt stretched the worn fabric of his jeans. While his torrent of piss gushed forth, he raised his right hand and fingered the stubble on his chin. I hadn't thought of him as sexy before, but I suddenly felt a pleasant stirring in my crotch. Seeing him with his dick exposed and standing so strong and primal was turning me on. I had seen guys piss in the trough at the drive-in movies but this was somehow more raw and exciting. I tugged at my shorts to loosen my hardening cock. My movement caught his attention. The farmer turned to look at me just as his piss spume began to slow down. I was surprised when he simply waved at me. He then reached down to shake the last remaining drops of his summer brew out of his fleshy tube, all the time staring at me. I realized that he could see my hand on my crotch and the thought this emboldened me. Without really knowing what would happen, I kneaded my cock through my shorts as the farmer stood there with his dick hanging out of his jeans. He made no effort to zip up. Instead, he walked to the end of the pig pen and leaned up against the rails, facing me with his cock boldly exposed. He crossed his arms and continued to stare at me. I started trembling in my legs. Obviously, he was waiting for me to react. With no embarrassment, and a racing pulse, I tugged my shorts to the side to reveal my boner. My cock stands very straight when erect and nearly touches my belly button. The farmer clearly had a good view of my straining dick. A few minutes passed as he stared at my prick and with me watching in awe as his cock lengthened out in front of him. He wasn't fully erect, but he was certainly responding to my daring display. I tugged my shorts off and stood fully naked in the shade at the edge of the woods. The farmer reached down with his right hand and hefted his thickening prick. It was a signal I understood even though I had never done anything sexual with a man. I walked into the sun with my boner slapping against my belly leaving a juicy stain of pre-cum on my stomach hairs. The farmer let go of his dick and waited my approach. I stopped about three feet away from him. I could vaguely smell the acrid aroma of his piss mingled in the dirt of the pig pen. The farmer eyed me from top to bottom, finally looking me in the eyes and giving me a half smile. He stared at me as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his pants and underwear to stand fully exposed before me. He nodded his head in invitation and I came closer to him. I reached out my hand to grab his thickening stem. Surprisingly he slapped it away. Without a word, with just a stern look from him, I knew what I had to do. I fell to my knees in front of him and found my mouth just inches away from his cock. The end of it was wet. Maybe it was piss dew, maybe it was cock juice, but whatever it was I knew I had to taste it. I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out. The tip touched his cock head and I was rewarded with a sweet taste. I tongued the opening of his cock head and realized that it was expanding to my touch. My licks were rapidly making him get as hard as my own flesh now was. I leaned back on my heels and watched as his cock lengthened and thickened before me. I had absently begun stroking my own rod and had never felt it so hard. I had no shame about what I had done or what I was doing. Instead I was filled with a raw desire I didn't know was possible. I wanted nothing more that to minister to the throbbing piece of manhood now standing before me in the heat of the summer day. I was so mesmerized by his massive cock that he had to reach down and move my face towards his erection. The feel of his thick fingers in my thin hair sent a chill down my body that was quickly replaced with a fever as hot as the day when my lips touched his humming shaft. I found myself instinctively licking his long, hot cock. My tongue teased the underside of his cock head. I moved up and down his prick with rapidly increasing speed. I then became aware of how big the farmer's balls were. They were drawn up by his pulsing erection, but still were hefty and inviting. I began licking them and heard him moan in pleasure. I went from one to the other, slathering them with my spittle. He continued to moan and his legs were shaking from the tongue bath on his balls. I scooted around so I could place my face between his legs and look directly up at his hanging hairy orbs. He spread his legs to give me more room. I raised my head and went back to walk massaging those hairy globes. I pulled on my dick with lustful abandon. The farmer shortly began to moan even more as my tongue twirled away on his testicles. I realized he was jacking off and this only made me increase my own hand work. Suddenly, he squatted down on my eager face and my tongue slid off his balls and went into the hot hairy recess of his asscrack. As my taster touched the hot center of his ass, I felt his spunk start to slam against my naked chest and onto my cock. So much cum was landing on me that I might have thought he was pissing on me if I hadn't just seen him unload his water. His spunk was hot against my skin and aroused me to my final state. My cock exploded as my tongue swept the inner core of his manhood. Jolt after jolt, I unleashed more cum that I ever had before. Suddenly the farmer stepped over me and left me lying on the ground by the pig pen. Trying to catch my breath, I looked up to see him pull up his pants and rearrange his clothing. With a smile he motioned for me to stay put. He walked over to the edge of the woods and grabbed my water can. He came back to me and began pouring it over my cum soaked body. I writhed in shock at the cold water's touch. I quickly stood up and let him rinse me down. When the can was empty he handed it to me. He slapped my wet ass and with a laugh said "oink." He then walked away leaving me standing there dripping, naked, and satisfied. As I walked back to the woods, this little piggy was already looking forward to his well being dry for as long as possible.