Tuesday, 20 October 2015

The Farmer's Boy

I'm in love... the 5-minute kind, of course~!

We've all seen the Bel Ami boys in their farm gear. Chiseled and denim-clad, these Euro hunks can give my sphincter a run for its money. (Yes, that does not make sense.) I think a Bel Ami boy is the only time I would ever consider an outdoor romp in the hay - otherwise, too itchy.

Howayvur, last Sunday was ... interesting. I was in the usual beat, may I pretend ang lola niyo in the urinals, when in comes this HANDSOME boy, around mid-twenties, tanned until EH-VUR and trim as a top (a power top, that is - AHAHAY!!!!).

Anyway, because I was already there, I chose the area that has the most amount of coverage, and that meant I could hide my hard penoy, just in case a guy was there for the deed. This guy, however, was different. He had sharp eyebrows and angular jaw. He was sexy and intriguing, although not necessarily handsome. He was around 5'10" but the way he carried himself was just... different. He looked taller tuloy... I think silent confidence is a good word for it.

Anyway, he stood quite a distance from me, his tattered Country Road bag placed behind him, away from the urinal backsplash. He was wearing old green/grey shorts (which in hindsight may have been blue at one point in time), and worker boots commonly found among tradesmen. He had fairly dark legs, and you can tell he had his time in the sun.

After a while, it was obvious neither of us were there for the urinal, and we both angled our bodies, almost facing each other, at the same time. He had a really tough foreskin, talagang gamit na gamit, and his penoy was wonderfully pale in comparison to the dark pubic jungle that was untrimmed, unkept and ... well, it was so masculine...! Just! Amazing!

He looked at me with brown squinted eyes, and I knew he was game. He looked around and, seeing that we were the only ones there, moved closer, his left leg kicking the bag closer to where I stood.

Wow.

Let me explain something. I am not hot. I am quite far from hot. I am so far from hot that I would need binoculars to see hot from where I am. I am closer to beached whale than hot.

So for someone of Bel Ami calibre to come closer to me with his hardening penoy... well, it doesn't happen often... if at all, really!!

Anyway, he stood beside me and showed me his package. My God, the more I look at it, the more drunk I became at the sight of it. He had massive balls and they were a significant shade darker than his penoy. As for the penoy itself, I thought it was around 5 inches but when I reached out and touched it, FOUGHCHANGINASHABELLES! It grew into a 8 incher and yes, ladies and ladies, it was a fucking beer can. With the foreskin and the size of it, I was in heaven!

Siyempre nalowkah akish!!!!

With excited eyes, I smiled at the guy and motioned to the cubicle behind us. He smirked a "sige na nga" and moved towards the booth. I was so excited that I grabbed his bag for him and ran into the cubicle, my other hand struggling to hold my pants up.

He walked behind me, cool and casual - tanginish, talagang Bel Ami ang arrive ng lokah- and smiled as I held the door open for him. He walked in and locked the door behind him. I knelt quickly, not caring what the heck I was kneeling on (seriously, it was a filthy toilet), when he pulled his hard member away.

HANOUGH?!?!

He explained that he didn't want to get sucked (paksiyet) and was only interested in getting a handy... Ako naman, HA?!? Bitin! I asked if he was willing to get his duck eggs sucked and, after a few seconds of deliberations, agreed to it.

Ok, ladies. I have to say: his was the second biggest balls I have ever tried to put in my mouth... EVER. It was massive and hairless and ... basta! PERFECT! I looked up at him while I did my bit and he looked down and smiled with his pearly white teeth (rare here in Sydney, trust me). He grabbed his hard penoy, and hit me playfully against the cheek a few times. He only stopped when I opened my mouth and motioned for the guy to put it in.

"Uh-uh. Nope."

Well, you can't blame a ghurl for trying.

Anyway, I continued to play with the yagbols, and kneeding his legs and cheeks at the same time. My goodness I was in heaven.

After a bit, he said he was about to blow and he didn't want me there when it happened. I stood and went beside him to finish him off pero he turned around, lifted my shirt and sucked on my nipps. This was a bit of a surprise actually, and he actually slightly ripped my shirts buttons in the process (but it was an old shirt anyway and this was DEFINITELY worth the price of admission).

He continued his action on one and then started on the other, but before too long, he said that he was ready to go, and he turned to the bowl for release. I grabbed his penoy and finished the job in 3 seconds flat, and now I see why he wanted me out of the way. He sprayed EVERYWHERE. As in, we were standing in front of the bowl but 90% of his juice went either onto my hand or everywhere else EXCEPT the bowl. He didn't say much but there was a pained expression on his face.

He later admitted that he had spent the entire week in his dad's farm and hadn't done much jacking off since. I asked for his number as he started to fix himself for exit but he just smiled at me and kissed me on the lips before leaving.

After he left, i licked the small gob of his juice still lingering on my wrist. It was sweet as ripe corn.

2 comments:

alen said...

dafuq kalokang entry itez.

Anonymous said...

i was imagining cristiano ronaldo