The Farmer and the Cowman Should Be Friends I

An old friend of mine, Troy, went off to work on a very fancy farm a couple years back, and he convinced me to come and join them when they got an opening. When I arrived I went into the grand mansion to meet the owner, Dallas. Dallas was 40, hugely muscular and handsome with short brown hair and a rugged look. He welcomed me and showed me around the house I'd be living in with all the other boys who worked there, then took me out to the stables.

There were three stableboys. Carson was medium height with brown hair and defined build. Greg was tall, tan and blonde and muscled and adorable. Elliot was a pretty boy with what looked like a perfect upper body to boot. After I met them and glanced around I was brought to meet the boys I'd be spending all my time with: the cowboys.

Troy, a tall slim defined brunette with a sexy naughty look, was a cowboy himself. I also met Brock, a beautiful bronzed tall adonis, and Cody, a ruggedly handsome boy with a tight muscled body who had just turned 18. I did notice that everyone I had met so far seemed to have exceeded a certain aesthetic standard, but I didn't mention it. Since it was an off day I spent the rest of the day getting situated. I met Austin and Damon, two muscular tattood manual laborers, and later on met Dallas' two sons. Derrick, 20, was rugged, muscled, with a big tattoo on his shoulder and a stern, sexy look on his face. By contrast, Logan, 19, was a muscular jock who eminated a certain cocky sense of humor that made him even more attractive.

At the end of the day I retired to my room and did some unpacking. There was a knock on the door and Logan came in, closing it behind him. "How's it goin'?" he asked pleasantly.

"Fine thanks, glad to be here," I said. He came and sat on the bed.

"Figured I'd give you the unofficial Cox Farms 411 that you don't get on the tour, and if I'm reading you right you'll appreciate it."

"OK, shoot," I said, interested.

"OK. Farming is not the only thing we do here...it's also, somewhat secretly, a production studio. Adult production," he added.

"Gotcha," I said.

"Secondly, no one who works or lives here has a cock smaller than ten inches and that's no accident," he said, smiling.

"Really? I forgot him asking," I said.

"I think Troy must have vouched, then. Third, um...third. Hm. Fuck, I'm sure there's more you should know..." He laughed. "So does that information interest you?"

"It does, actually," I said. "Quite."

"Thought so, awesome," he said. "Soon as I figure you out I promise I'll be more blunt, I hate beating around the bush."

"Then don't, it's not necessary with me, trust me," I said.

"You ever think about doing porn at all?" he asked. "Just curious."

"Yeah, I have, several times."

"What kind?"

"Um, well, gay porn...more specific?" I asked. He nodded. "If I could choose, probably bareback porn."

He grinned with a bit of a wicked gleam. "Good answer," he said. "For me, at least. So are you more..."

"Let's just say I'm a very accomodating bottom, most of the time, although I can of course fuck when needed," I said.

"So like a cumslut?" he asked, excitedly.

I smiled. "To put it mildly, yeah."

"Don't get me wrong, not everyone here needs to know or cares about that, but I do, personally. I'm liking you more and more with each answer."

"All you have to do is ask," I said.

"I will when I think of things to ask, certainly," he said. "I can't believe how lucky we got, or I got...we've been looking for a cumslut boy for a long time. How much can you take?"

I reached into one of my bags and pulled out a dildo the size of a fist or bigger. "Does that answer you?"

"No shit," he said, "Are you tight or loose?"

"If the person fucking me wants it tight it's tight, even if that thing just came out of it. But if they want it loose I give them loose," I said. "Everyone has a talent, I guess that's mine."

"No fucking way, this is fucking perfect," he said. "If you haven't guessed, I'm kind of a slut myself, on the other end."

"I figured that out," I said, winking. "I think we'll get along fine."

We talked for several hours and ended up sitting next to each other on the bed. "Want to see some of my work?" he asked, and hopped up and slid a dvd in. In the first clip to come up he was fucking a young blonde boy doggie style, and looking fucking hot, too. In the next one he was spitroasting a hunky brunette with another hung guy. In the third one there was a closeup of his cock...an unbelievable 14 inch monster...sliding into a loose, cummy hole and depositing another load inside. "I actually started when I was 16, don't tell anyone," he said. He was stroking his cock through his shorts, and I could see even then that it was abnormally enormous. "That's gonna be you soon, that cummy pussy," he said.

"That would kick ass," I said. "You could make it halfway there right now."

He grinned, almost with relief, and pulled out his massive cock. I did my best to take it all in my mouth for a while, then my clothes were on the floor and I was on my back. He grabbed my ankles and slid his enormous cock into my hole with no hands, and we both moaned loudly with pleasure. He pumped his dick in and out of my hole and looked at me in a way that was both incredibly sexy and incredibly romantic. I was already falling for the boss' kid. Oh well. He made the hottest noises as he shoved deep inside me and came for at least half a minute deep in my hole. He slept in my bed that night, his cock always against my nicely stretched hole.