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“He began to rub himself, and he looked irresistible, grabbing his promising volume. “I’m already hard. I bet you wanna touch it,” he said. And then he pulled it out, a big reveal, girthy and salivating. He had the packages of all packages. “I know it’s big,” he began, rubbing the head, “but I don’t even mind if you don’t ever touch it, I just want to feel yours. I bet it’s big too. I can see it through the fabric, Tim.”
Farmer Tim and his young boy
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Tim had been living alone in a farmhouse for ten years, ever since both his parents had died in a plague. He had been young, but managed to survive. However, there was only so much a lonely man could do. He was a man now, far more grown up than he was at 15, when he became an orphan. The people in the village at first didn’t believe he would be able to keep up with the work, but he had proved them wrong over and over again. He had always enjoyed the privacy of his land, a bit far away from the village, very far away from everything else.
No wars. No kings. No conflicts.
He woke up one day and looked out of the window of his house, and saw Kaelin. At first he imagined him to be paying a visit, though it was rude to drink from someone else’s well without permission. Tim wouldn’t be mad at someone trying to quench their thirst. But then he slowly came to the realization that Kaelin was acting weird.
When the man had satisfied his thirst, he raised his head to the sky, showing the satisfaction of a primal beast, water dripped from his chin. The sun gleamed on his features, revealing with perfect clarity his sun-browned face. Kaelin was the son of a farmer as well. They had no close relationship, even though they probably knew every detail of each other’s lives, the consequence of living in a village.
Tim had no idea why he was getting a visit from him but wasn’t sad about it. Everything about the tall young man was pleasant to look at. Dark long hair, brown eyes, and he seemed to have a big heart. Bulging arms, broad-chest, long shoulders…
While he had been admiring Kaelin from afar, he didn’t realize that the man had turned around and was looking directly at him.
And then, Kaelin fell face-first on the ground.
Tim was stunned.
But after a while, he went over there. He immediately smelled the alcohol.
Tim just grabbed the man with his farmer’s strength and carried him to his own bed, and made sure to take care of him. He looked so still that Tim had to keep checking for his pulse every now and then, but the warmth of his feverish skin assured Tim that he was going to be okay.
Tim wondered if he should just ride to the other side of the village just to deliver a drunk boy. He knew the boy’s father, Anthony, but Old Anthony was the way he was called by almost everyone. Tim decided not to bother Old Anthony. It didn’t appear that things would get much worse. Soon the boy would wake up and go home by himself.
He left Kaelin in his bed and went to mind his business in his little farm, but the boy hadn’t woken up while he was away. Tim went to sleep on the floor.
Deep into the twilight hours, Tim awoke to the sound of coughing.
“Where am I?” The voice was weak, throat dry.
“You are now lying on my bed. I helped you. You had been drinking from my well when you lost your senses.”
“Farmer Tim,” The young man said weakly after a moment of silence. “I saw you. On the window.”
“Sleep. Tomorrow we can deal with the rest.”
“Very well.”
Tim arose well before the other and prepared some food. Soon he heard noises coming from his bedroom.
“Did the smell woke you up?” Tim said from the door.
Kaelin was sitting on the bed with a look of slight confusion. He nodded.
“I guessed you would be hungry,” Tim said.
“I’m sorry, mister.”
“Nonsense.”
“I’m sorry to say I have no way to repay you.” He talked slowly, as if talking hurt him. “I ran away from home.”
He wanted to be asked why and tell his story, but Tim wasn’t in the mood to listen.
“You can repay me by eating my food.”
They went to the kitchen and ate together. No word was spoken during it, except a few compliments that Kaelin gave to Tim’s food.
“Did anyone come looking for me?” Kaelin asked. His long dark hair kept getting in the way of his eyes and he kept pushing it back. He had big dark eyelashes and eyebrows, both elegantly simple.
“No, sorry.”
“No one will, I’m sure.” His eyes shone with gratitude. “My thanks, Tim.”
“Let’s get you back to bed. Rest a little more.”
Kaelin looked at Tim with admiration. “I will do as you say.”
Tim helped him walk.
“Allow me to stay on the floor, at least,” Kaelin said, “I shouldn’t take your bed.”
“Nonsense.”
Tim put him on the bed. Before Tim left his side, he felt his hand being grabbed. Kaelin pulled him, their hands touching, fingers sliding into a lock.
For a moment, they were both at a loss for words. Tim almost let the hand go, but he held it instead, interlocking their fingers. He dared look into the boys eyes. They seemed to understand each other.
“Well, that’s that,” Tim said.
“Tim.”
“What is it?”
“Isn’t there any way I can repay you?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Tim shook his head and left.
Upon his return from the chores in the farm, way past noon, he noticed the fireplace lit. He went to the bedroom. Kaelin raised his head to face Tim.
“How do you feel?” Tim asked.
“Much better. Thank you. About today…”
Tim spoke before Kaelin could say anything more.
“Nothing happened today.”
“But-“
“You are a very well-raised young man, Kaelin. I don’t know where you think you’re getting yourself into, but I guarantee, it’s not good. It’s bad.”
“I can decide for myself,” he said. “No way you didn’t feel it. When we touched hands. It was a bit fruity, but I’m not ashamed.”
“Kaelin, stop, for the sake of the gods. You said it yourself, you want a way to repay me. You think this is a good way, but it’s not. I don’t want to do you wrong because you are thankful. It’s not a good enough reason.”
“I only said that because I wanted an excuse, but it’s not the only reason…I like the way you look at me. It’s intense. I want you to look at me like that. And maybe do other stuff to me, I wouldn’t mind that either.”
Oh gods…the temptation. Tim closed his eyes.
The young man looked excited. “The wenches like the way my bum looks. Don’t you?”
Tim was alarmed. “Your bum?” Tim had looked at appreciated the nice form of the young man’s bbuttcheeks, but hadn’t quite moved past that.
“I’ll let you take me. From behind, I mean. Stick your wood up my rear, I want to know how it feels. Pops says it’s wrong, but I don’t think he ever tried it. And the girls seem to like it.”
“Stop. Please, stop.”
“So I’m right! I knew it. Come on, Tim…”
Kaelin sat down, more excited, as if he knew he was cracking me.
He began to rub himself, and he looked irresistible, grabbing his promising volume. “I’m already hard. I bet you wanna touch,” he said. And then he pulled it out, a big reveal, girthy and salivating. He had the packages of all packages. “I know it’s big,” he began, rubbing the head, “but I don’t even mind if you don’t ever touch it, I just want to feel yours. I bet it’s big too. I can see it through the fabric, Tim.”
“What are you talking about, of course I wanna touch yours,” said Tim, and he went ahead and touched it. And the way he quickly inhaled was so satisfying. Kaelin was still for a moment, as if he was trying out the sensation. He finally smiled. Tim’s hand wrapped the length, holding him as if it was a leash, taking possession of his most precious member. Kaelin opened himself and gave himself to Tim, allowing to be taken, possessed, saying “I’m yours” but with his body, not his mouth.
“I’m so horny, Tim, I can’t believe this is happening. I dreamed about you.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, oh” he moaned as Tim squeezed. “Oh fuck, you with your quiet deep voice, so confident and secure of yourself, gentle and caring too, always willing to give everyone a hand. Only now I’m finally getting the hand I wanted from you.”
“The things you say, Kaelin…you are a devil of a boy.” And his smile was like the devil.
Tim released Kaelin from his palm, and watched it slap against his hard abdomen. He was to enticed by that throbbing head, the pulsing of the thick veins, which could be seen through the white soft skin. And better than all of its traits, the hair around the base, covering his crotch and balls.
“Now you,” Kaelin said, almost in a begging voice, and grabbed himself again, rubbing one out.
Tim relented. “You do it,” he said to Kaelin, and moved closer.
Kaelin raised his trembling hands around his breeches, smiling up to Tim, looking so devious. He pulled Tim’s breeches down, and gaped. “Holy shit,” he whispered. He used both hands to grab Tim, and pointed it directly at his face, but one of his hands went straight for the sack too. Tim was hairy down there, probably more than Kaelin, and he wished he had showered, because he could sense the odor coming up. Kaelin didn’t mind. He was very happy. “This is better than I imagined it. You’re a bull!”
Tim didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He felt hands grabbing him and closed his eyes, afraid that he was going to blow his load and make a mess on Kaelin’s handsome face.
He looked down. He knew what was in Kaelin’s mind, the way his lips were being licked, and hunger in his eyes, the mouth already opening for a big swallow. He stopped the disaster before it happened, pushing Kaelin away. It would be a disaster. The moment those lips touched him, he would blow, and it would scare the boy away if he knew how much load Tim could put out.
Instead, he pushed the boy on the bed and went on top of him. He grabbed both his legs, took off his clothes in a rough manner, which scared Kaelin a little. But then he was even more excited. He spread his legs, Tim helping him, wide and foward, forcing his butt open, his crack unable to hide the sweet little spot, the fragile hole. It was soft pink.
“Oh, man,” Kaelin agonized. “The way you’re looking at me…fuck, I really want you.”
“It hurts at first,” Tim said, in a way, still trying to protect him. He would be changed forever after he got a taste.
“I don’t care I don’t care,” Kaelin said.
Tim throbbed his cock crazily, jumping up and down.
Tim went down with his mouth open. His lips connected to Kaelin’s soft skin, and he pushed his tongue inside, breaking into him in a more gentle manner. He was crazed with lust, shaking through his whole body, because of a small connection. It was incredible. His lips. Kaelin’s asshole. It was so soft and sleek, and he smelled good there, as if he cleaned himself well, knowing what he wanted.
Kaelin stopped moaning. Tim looked at his face and saw shock. The boy was enjoying so much he was unable to utter another sound. Tim felt triumph. He had conquered this one, he knew for sure. With his mouth, not his cock.
“Are you okay, boy?” Tim asked, gutturaly amused.
“I think so…” Kaelin answered in whisper. He closed his eyes, his lips were trembling. “It’s so good…” He began to shake.
Tim looked down and saw the white streaks of cum all over the boys belly. He had made Kaelin blow his load early. Another victory for Tim. But he wasn’t done yet, he wanted more, much more juice from this fruit.
Tim gaped his mouth and went down on him once again. His nose brushed against the thick pubes of his balls while he sucked the hole. Through his lips, he felt the throbbing of the soft skin, and his tongue was slipping inside so easily, and it was warm and wet, and so fucking good.
Kaelin was trying to keep his eyes open, but he was unable to, rolling them back and closing them over and over, while Tim worked on him. He looked just like a tortured soul, and Tim was the devil now.
He thought about stopping just to tease, but he couldn’t. The taste of private soft skin became an instant addiction. His moaning and his exposed figure made him look so vulnerable, it was beautiful to see. He kept going for a long time, losing track of it, it could’ve been minutes or hours. He only knew that before he stopped, he had cum dripping from his cock, and he had made Kaelin cream himself more than twice.
Kaelin, later, after resting a bit, didn’t fail to notice the pool of cum which had come from Tim, staining the bed sheets.
“It’s so much,” Kaelin said.
“It’s been a while for me.”
But Kaelin was still impressed. “I came like four times and didn’t spill that much,” he said.
“It’s bed time now,” Tim said, sleepy.
He put an arm below Kaelin and embraced him, and felt a deep joy when the young man accepted his arms.
They warmed each other’s bodies. Kaelin rubbed one of his nipples until it got excited. He looked hopefully into Tim’s eyes. Tim nodded. Kaelin went for it. He sucked it, like a feeding baby, while his hand grabbed Tim hard on the cock. They stayed like this until they were both asleep.
Tim woke up first. He slowly untangled himself, pathetically aware of his erection and also the mess he had made the night before.
He got up, with his exposed semi-hard cock dangling and bouncing while he moved. Kaelin had waken up during his furtive attempt at dressing up.
“If you are well enough, I want to show you the pond, so you can bathe,” Tim offered.
“Right now I quite enjoy the smell I have on me.”
Tim chuckled. “I’ll carry you, dirty boy. I don’t want you smelling on my bed.”
He began to dress up.
“Don’t cover it. Leave it hanging,” Kaelin said.
Tim stopped his breeches half-way through his thighs, then he let it fall. If he wanted to look at Tim’s virility, he would let him.
“Let it hang.” He bit his lip. “Yesterday, when you came on top of me, I thought you would fuck me. I would have let you.”
“Oh, everything in its own time.”
Kaelin shook his head, but he was smiling. “My head is spinning a bit.”
Tim scoffed. “I’ll make you something to eat. Maybe last night was too much effort for you.”
“Before you leave, can I ask something of you?”
Tim braced himself. “What?”
“Can I smell it?”
“Wha-” But Tim followed his gaze. Of course he meant that. “You wanna smell here?” Tim grabbed his engorged member, already hard and out of control from the whole situation. He didn’t mean to be provoking, but as he grabbed and held himself, Kaelin seemed to melt into the bed.
“I got some whiffs yesterday. I gotta say I don’t think I have ever smelled something better. I want to try it, skin on skin.”
If Kaelin pressed his nose against his cock, he would probably touch with his lips as well.
Tim walked slowly towards the side of the bed. Kaelin looked up at him with puppy eyes, which made him look vulnerable, even though he was grown boy. He rubbed the tip of his nose on Tim’s hard shaft, sniffing. He smiled. He enjoyed the smell. He sniffed the head, then he raised the body and sniffed the balls.
“So warm, hmm, I want to…taste it.” He opened his mouth and put out his tongue, licking the head. It had been spilling some pre-cum. Kaelin got a taste of that and moaned. “Hmmmm, so good, so fucking good,” he put the whole head in his mouth, slowly pulling out, “Why is it so good?” he said, genuinely surprised. He didn’t wait for an answer, Tim wouldn’t be able to give him one anyway, but he pushed his head down deep, taking in as much as he could, then coming back and trying again. He gagged, teared up, tried again.
“You are doing good, Kaelin, very good, my sweet boy.”
Kaelin looked up, happy, and sucked harder, pleased with Tim’s words. He was frantically jerking his own cock. Tim stopped him for a moment.
“I don’t know which is better, tasting or smelling.”
He sniffed Tim’s balls. Then he simply stuck his face at the base and began to inhale, utterly deep into Tim’s manhood, taking in his virility.
Tim couldn’t take much longer. “No more, I can’t hold it,” Tim said.
“Don’t hold it. Do it here,” Kaelin suddenly jumped and got on his back, exposing his hard abdomen. “I creamed myself all over yesterday. You can do it too.”
“You’re gonna regret asking for this,” Tim said.
But even though he showered him with loads and loads of white cum, Kaelin never complained. He was only ever more impressed. He looked up to Tim like he was a god.
Later, they went to eat. Tim had bought wine at the village from his last visit, and he served it with all the rest, his best cheese and bread and roast chicken.
Kaelin showed up naked at the kitchen, bearing an erection. He moved slowly, but sure-footed, his muscles had not slackened by a two-day inconvenience. He was so hairy. He looked like a bear. He might have been young, but he was a grown man filled with virility.
“I was thinking, maybe you wouldn’t mind if I was naked.”
“I want you always naked in my presence.” Tim spoke in a jest, but maybe his tone had been too serious. He had a big problem controlling his tone of voice.
“I’ll obey that, sir. Always naked.”
Tim was getting aroused again, just by looking at his boy eating like a hungry wolf.
Tim slowly went to Kaelin and rubbed their lips together. A soft kiss.
“Now hop on the table.”
“What?” Kaelin asked, confused.
“You heard me. Get on this table. Do as I say.” Tim waited.
He even arched his back for Tim. His eyes were shining with anticipation, and he bit his lip.
Tim put his face very close and breathed into the asshole. He grabbed the cheeks, spreading them. His mouth was already filled with water. He was about to start drooling at any moment. The tiny hole blinked. It could make Tim stare for an eternity, just appreciating the beautiful mechanics of its contractions.
“Tim, do something,” Kaelin said. But Tim let him wait. The more he waited, the more his asshole begged. Tim blew a little into the ass, and the reaction was instant. The skin of his buttcheeks got gooseflesh. “Please,” he said, twitching his cock, dripping cum. He was so ready. Tim could do anything to him. He reveled in the power he had. He could care or destroy, ravage or caress.
Tim didn’t do anything. Kaelin watched him walk away, still in the same position. “What?” he asked.
“You can get down now.”
“But…”
“Obey, Kaelin.”
The young man was crestfallen. “Was it something I did? Is it because I stink, I’ll go to the pond, clean myself.”
“I have to take care of some things now. Later, we have to talk about your family. You have to return home at some point. Can’t stay here forever.”
Kaelin left the tabletop, and his cock was already soft. He was avoiding eye contact. He left without saying anything.
Tim looked at his figure, unbelieving. More of a man than most he knew, but now was acting like a hurt child. From the back, Tim watched his buttocks sway with his confident walk. How did Tim resist drowning his face between those cheeks? Not only that, but he made him beg for it. It was almost cruel.
Tim had been taking care of his sheep when Kaelin showed up in the field, wearing his own clothes, which had been cleaned. Tim let the dogs have fun for a bit and went to talk to the young man.
“Do you want me to leave immediately?” Kaelin asked with a dark countanance. He was mad.
“Not immediately.” Tim didn’t want him to leave, but he didn’t say it.
“Then while you still allow me to stay, maybe I can help you.”
“I’ll accept your help.”
“I’ll go check the fences, then,” he said, turning around again.
“Kaelin.”
The big young man turned around, hopeful eyes. “Yes?”
“Why are you dressed?” Tim’s question made the young man stare in confusion like a small chicken. “I thought you were serious about this. Stay home or go check the fences, but do it naked.”
“But-“
“Are you talking back to me?”
Kaelin widened his eyes. He shook his head. “No sir, I’m not.” He undressed right there in front of Tim.