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I have always been turned on by a man in his "native" clothes. In they gay community, there are lots of "wanna be" guys that like to play "dress up" and pretent to be something they aren't. It reminds me of a line from one of my favorite somes, You're the Reason God Made Oklahoma, which says, "all the cowboys on the sunset strip wish that they could be like you."
I like country people, including strapping, hunky, lanky farmers. There is just something about a man in a well-worn, nice-fitting pair of jeans (or overalls), topped by a flannel shirt or T-shirt, depending on the season.
You can imagine how distracted I get living in rural Tennessee!
Recently, I was picking up a few things at the local discount store. The place is always busy- full of a melting pot of area residents. I had rounded the corner headed for the checkout, when I saw the most incredible creature.
The handsome farmer stood 6'2" tall and I would guess him to be in his mid-30s. A few blonde strands of hair peaked below the band of his "John Deere" cap. His face was weathered, but warm. His broad, solid shoulders sat atop a strong frame. He wore denim shirt, tucked into a pair of lucky levis. I say "luck" because they get to spend so much time encasing his incredible bubble butt and holding back what was clearly a blessing of abundance in the manhood department. Long, thick legs held up this hunk of a man.
I was lucky enough to land in line behind the sexy man. The queue was long, but I didn't mind a bit. The gentle giant turned to see who had walked up behind him. I was so preoccupied with what was below his waist that he caught me looking. By the time I realized he had turned his head and looked up, he was smiling a sheepish grin. I smiled back nervously.
I soon learned his name was Robert. While standing in line, we made small talk about how cold the weather was and what a crappy year it had been for football in Tennessee. He checked out in front of me, and exited the store. I assumed that would be all of saw of him.
When I walked out into the dark parking lot from the store, I heard a voice ask, "so, are you always so obvious when you see a man you like?" My knees buckled as I looked up to see Robert speaking to me through the window of his pick-up. At that point, I figured there was no sense in denying it, so I smiled a big smile and said, "BUSTED!"
My new farmer friend invited me to follow him to his place for a beer. He lived alone on a farm that had been in his family for generations. The house was a typical farm house... large and airy, which can be uncomfortable on a cold Winter night. Robert heated a couple of the oversized rooms with a toasty wood stove. There is something seductive about the combination of the smell of a wood fire, the warmth of a few alcoholic beverages and the relaxed state it puts you in.
Robert and I chatted for a while, and he expressed considerable curiosity about my sexual preference. I shared that he considered himself to be straight, but that ever since he was a kid, he had always enjoyed a good blowjob... no matter whether it was from a male or female. He asked if I was good at it, and I told him I was incredible at it.
As we spoke, he was rubbing the crotch of his levis. It wasn't long before his cock was pressing to get out of its confines, and he unzipped his jeans to reveal the waistband of his white briefs. I move closer to him and replaced his hand with mine as I began to gently rub his manhood through the cloth. A couple of minutes later, he slid the jeans and briefs past his knees and sat back invitingly.
I leaned over and licked the head of his now-hard, 8 inch monster. It was already oozing pre-cum, and I lapped up every drop. My lips ran the length of the underside of his shaft- running my tongues along the huge vein that resides there. Robert squirmed as I licked his balls... carefully taking each one in my mouth and tickling it gently with my tongue. Eventually, I moved back to the head of his cock and began to suck it in earnest. Each time my head thrusted down, I took a little more of the shaft into my throat. I finally worked it all the way in and held it there... enjoying the merging of his tool with my eager mouth and throat.
As I performed my oral magic on his cock, Robert placed his hands on the back of my head. He was gentle guiding me into a rythm which fit his desires best, and he was also appreciatively stroking my head... much like someone would affectionately stroke the head of their trusty pet. Occasionally, he would gasp and/or groan, or he would offer encouragement for me to keep doing what I was doing.
That evening, I was rewarded with Robert's load in just a few minutes. Since then, at other get-togethers, he has lasted a little longer. Sometimes, I get the pleasure of sucking him off more than once.
Man, I love sucking that farmer! Who knows, maybe next Summer he'll let me blow him on his tractor!