Beau spent the entire morning photographing idyllic landscapes and all the different trees near the farm, a few miles away from the city. The day was hot, and suddenly he could not bear being under the sun anymore. He returned to the car and drove for a while, looking for new angles, but he ended up getting lost.
He was not sure how to return to the city anymore. His phone died and he was not able to orient himself. The dirt road took him to another bigger road and he was not sure whether to take the left or the right side. He wished there was a man to tell him where to go. He blushed and took a deep breath, and then decided to take the right side.
He drove for another while, and suddenly saw another large farm appear in the distance. He was sure he had not seen that one before. There was a white colonial house in the middle and a big red barn near the entrance. The green pastures extended for miles and there were brown cows everywhere.
To make matters worse, his car died and he was forced to leave it behind. The afternoon heat enveloped his body and made his mind fuzzy. He walked down the road and suddenly saw a big man pissing into a bush, near the entrance. The man suddenly noticed his presence and put his cock back into his pants, and turned around.
Beau approached the man and felt more nervous with each step. The man seemed to be in his thirties. He wore dark pants and brown boots, a sweaty shirt and a cowboy hat. He had a tall and robust stature, with thick hairy arms and legs. His body was naturally built, with a wide chest and a healthy prominent belly. His hands were massive and veiny. As Beau walked closer, he saw the man had blue hooded eyes and a big straight nose, smirking lips and a large chin.
Beau looked rather different from that man. He could feel the man's eyes on him, measuring him. He had a shorter stature, a pink complexion and a passive posture. His colorful shirt and tight pants made him look like a city boy. He had a soft face with round hazel eyes behind round glasses, an upturned nose, red lips and a small chin. His hair was short and light brown. Despite the dissonance, he looked at the big man and spoke clearly.
"Uh... excuse me, sir... can you help me?" he said in a breathy tone.
"Are you lost, buddy?" asked the man, in a casual deep voice.
"Y-yes... I think my car battery died, and I'm not sure how to get back to the city and..." he stopped talking when he realized the man had a big bulge. He could not help but look down for a second, and his mouth watered seeing the big package.
"Aw, it's alright, buddy. You're not very far away from the city," said the man in a calming tone. The man noticed his stare and smirked.
The man pierced Beau with his intense blue eyes, and nodded a little bit to see his reaction. Beau felt his heart race a little, and he suddenly smiled and looked down shyly.
"How old are you, buddy?" asked the man.
"Twenty-two, sir. My name's Beau and I'm a photographer," he said awkwardly. He took another peek at the man's bulge.
"That's cool, Beau," said the man warmly. He shook hands with Beau, testing his grip and staring at his mouth. The man's hand was much bigger and warmer, and had a tight grip. "They call me Mr. Wayne. I can help you and try to jump-start your car..." the man looked around and thought for a second, placing his hands on his hips. "Why don't you come in and take some photos of the farm, while I take care of that? I've always wanted to see what it looks like."
"Oh, really? It would be an honor, sir," said Beau.
"Alright, follow me, buddy." Mr. Wayne turned around and walked toward a big white gate.
Beau gulped and felt a little nervous, realizing the man owned the entire place. He had a confident posture and a magnetic voice, as if he owned everything. Beau promptly followed him into the red barn nearby.
"Start by photographing the barn. It's my favorite place on the farm. Then you can walk around and choose whatever angle you want," said Mr. Wayne.
"It's a beautiful barn, sir," said Beau. "It's just what I needed for my project."
"Alright, be my guest..." Mr. Wayne smirked and walked toward the big house.
The man drove his big truck down the road and was able to jump-start Beau's vehicle. Meanwhile, Beau walked around the barn, and then toward the house and took as many photos as he wanted. He also photographed a big weeping willow near the stables, and tried to capture the horses and the wide fields in the distance.
Mr. Wayne oriented Beau on how to reach the city, and told him to come back whenever he wanted and show him the pictures. He wanted a nice picture to hang on the wall, and Beau promised he would find the best one.
"Thank you so much for your help, sir," said Beau humbly, trying to hide his excitement when the man squeezed his hand again. The big masculine fingers enveloped his soft palm and made him twitch a little.
"You're welcome, boy." Mr. Wayne smirked suggestively, and observed Beau as he drove down the road and disappeared.
As Beau drove through the city streets and the downtown buildings floated past him, he could not take Mr. Wayne out of his mind. He wondered if the man was married, and what sort of life he lived on the farm.
He continued to think about Mr. Wayne as he showered in the bathroom of his tiny apartment. He touched himself gently and images of the man's big hairy arms and broad shoulders floated inside his head. His smooth dick twitched uncontrollably in his hand, and he drove himself to a quiet orgasm.
The next day, he looked at the map on his phone and drove carefully back to the farm, with a big 20x20 picture in the back of the car. The image showed the best angle he was able to select: a wide landscape featuring the red barn, the white colonial house and the stables in the distance.
Mr. Wayne smiled and patted him on the shoulder many times when he saw the picture, making him blush and feel a little awkward.
"Thank you so much, Beau," said Mr. Wayne. "You're a talented photographer. How much did that cost?"
"It was an honor, sir. It's a gift," said Beau quickly.
"Really, buddy?" Mr. Wayne squeezed his shoulder harder and smirked.
"Yes, sir," said Beau. He looked down at the man's fat bulge again and nodded a little.
"Well, thank you... Follow me, boy," said Mr. Wayne.
Mr. Wayne walked toward the red barn and Beau followed him without question. His heart beat faster with every step. The man took him to the back of the barn, where nobody would bother them.
Mr. Wayne unbuttoned his pants and his hardening member bounced free in the air. His penis was incredibly long and girthy. The head had the shape of a bell, covered in a thick and veiny foreskin. The juicy shaft was slightly curved to the right. The balls were large, low-hanging eggs. His crotch was bushy, but not excessively hairy.
"Make me feel good," asked Mr. Wayne in a low tone.
Beau felt his face blush again, and his mouth watered more as he stared at the big cock in front of him. It was love at first sight. He kneeled in front of that handsome man.
Mr. Wayne grabbed his hair carefully and touched his face. The man shoved his big cock inside his mouth and started thrusting gently with one hand on the back of his head. Beau could only swallow half of the huge shaft before he started gagging. He tasted the hot, warm flesh on his tongue. It was sweaty and musky, and also hard and masculine. He could feel the intense heat emanate from the man's underwear.
"Do you like that?" asked Mr. Wayne.
Beau nodded and moaned on Mr. Wayne's cock and kept sucking. He adored the taste of big sweaty cock. He could not believe his luck. Mr. Wayne had the smell of a real man.
Mr. Wayne let out a chuckle and grabbed Beau's head with both hands. He took advantage of the opportunity and fucked Beau's mouth hard and steady, making his nuts slap on his chin. Mr. Wayne's hot and veiny cock felt amazing. Beau whimpered and sucked obediently, creating a perfect suction for the hot shaft.
"Fuck yeah, taste that cock," encouraged Mr. Wayne.
Beau gagged happily on the man's tool and swirled his tongue around the head. Mr. Wayne let out a deep groan and shook his hips back and forth, and left and right, making his sausage dance inside Beau's mouth. Seeing Beau blink and gag on his prick seemed to make him even hornier.
Mr. Wayne took his dick out for a moment, causing a loud pop. He hocked a loogie and the big wad fell right onto his cockhead. He smirked and shoved his prick into Beau's mouth again, and fucked it faster. Beau did not protest. Mr. Wayne grabbed his head firmly and started poking his throat confidently. Beau let out gagging sounds and started drooling on the rock-hard shaft.
"Fuck, that feels good. Take that dick in the back of your throat, come on... that's it... let me use that throat, buddy..." said Mr. Wayne in a low tone.
Feeling a tight throat around his proud cock, Mr. Wayne let out a guttural sound of pleasure and fucked even faster. Beau swallowed his cock balls deep and kept taking it eagerly. His round glasses became foggy with his own hot breath. Mr. Wayne looked slightly surprised and proud, and Beau could suddenly taste the precum coating the back of his throat.
"Look up here," said Mr. Wayne.
Beau looked up with hungry eyes, the fat cock planted inside his throat. His eyes were watery and pleading for more. He felt his cheeks become bright red, and the man smirked at him.
"You're my cocksucker now, buddy," said Mr. Wayne confidently. "You're my personal cocksucker. I own your mouth now..."
Beau nodded and moaned with joy, and gagged on Mr. Wayne's large prick. He felt as if he had found his new calling - an incredible gem hidden in the depths of the countryside.
Mr. Wayne grabbed Beau's head with both hands and closed his eyes, and started happily throatfucking him with all his might, deeply enjoying the sensation around his throbbing wood. He massaged his cock with Beau's mouth for a good twenty minutes, until he was satisfied enough, and then he reached the point of no return.
"Get ready, buddy. I'm gonna shoot," he warned with a big smile.
Beau sensed the big burly body in front of him contract and vibrate, as the jets left the big cock and spurted directly into his throat. The man fucked the semen down his throat, making him choke and lose his breath. It felt like the hottest thing in the world, having such a potent, steamy slab throb on his tongue, as it shot endless spurts of spunk.
Beau swallowed every drop of the endless liquid, and kept sucking gently on the knob as he felt the last few jets slide down his throat. Mr. Wayne quietly enjoyed the sensation of a long and powerful orgasm.
Beau finished swallowing the thick cum and then started sucking gently on Mr. Wayne's sweaty nuts. The man let out a happy chuckle and enjoyed the sensation of having his ballsack cleaned. His softening cock lay comfortably on Beau's face as he sucked and slurped the warm nuts.
"Does that taste good?" asked Mr. Wayne.
