"The Farm Boy and the Photographer, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Rural
Otis looked down at the gorgeous tawny boy below him. Craig's handsome features were pulled into a mask of terror. Otis, always the kindest kid, stopped and froze with his prick only about a third inside the hot cavern.
"What's wrong, friend hot boy?"
"I just can't do this. I have always been master of sexual situations. I have enjoyed my long, curved, slim cock being slobbered on by lustful crazy young men. I have had them push their asses at me, pleading to be entered. Now here I am acting like a girly girl. All this because I have never met such a living statue with a sweet but sexy nature
"Oh my I sure cain't make you let me go in more. I ain't no rapist."
Reluctantly he moved back and soon his fat prick was clear of Craig's corn hole. The hole gaped open longingly, already missing the fat plug of Otis's prick. Craig sighed sadly and lowered his legs. Otis's prong was leaping up and down wildly. He was in a bad state of wanting relief.
Suddenly Craig lay down on the large bed. He was grinning evilly. Darling melon picker, lay down with your head at my feet.
Otis looked perplexed but did as he was told, like a good boy. As soon as he was in position, there was the Hong Cong lad's long curving penis, right in front of Otis's face, and his farm handle penis was in front of Craig's face.
"Lick it!" Craig ordered and Otis put out his wide pink tongue and swept it over the small cock head. He heard a deep moan of satisfaction from his partner. "Fuck, you have a hot tongue. Do it like this." He stuck out his own delicate tongue and wrapped it around Otis's pulsing prick. Otis opened his eyes wide at the sensation.
"Oh Mr. Craig, that sends me off and running. I might just give milk if you keep this up."
But Craig laughed and said, "That's nothing plow boy, feel this."
He wrapped his hot lips around the head of Otis's cock and swiped his tongue over the sensitive slit. Otis howled with pleasure. Next, the Chinese boy slid Otis's tube into his mouth and using suction and licking at the same time, got into a up and down rhythm.
Otis was grateful and at the same time groggy with swirling feelings. He wanted to thank his pleasurer but he haad a better idea. He opened his full, pick lips and slid them over the slim prick bobbing in front of his and slid it over he tongue and all the way back to his throat and began swallowing motions.
Craig was so overcome with the feeling that he stopped working on the rural rod and moaned loudly. "Oh boy, that is fabulous. Don't stop. I'll try to do the same."
In a moment the two youths were slurping, sucking, licking and swallowing each other's cocks. The humming sound, the leaping and gasping all attested to the depth of their sexual intoxication.
Suddenly Otis lifted his head from his sex work and hoarsely said, "Oh I gonna spurt milk soon."
"I'm not exactly ready. I'm trying but..."
"I know jes' what to do."
Otis reached around to the Chinese lad's smooth dimpled ass and gently pinched it. Craig wailed and began humping his hips. Otis smiled, happy he could make his friend get sexed up. He pinched more and then feeling adventurous to found the Chinese boy's amber pucker and rubbed it gently. That seemed to bring Craig to a new level. He began to hump his thighs and begin a sing-song cum chant as he delivered delicious Asian soup into the sucking farm boy, but soon Otis could no longer think as his own climax overcame him. He bucked wildly and began shooting a quart of man milk into the grateful boy's mouth.
Craig drank and swallowed until the prick was dry. The two boys fell apart and Otis eyelid fell and he began to breath deeply. Craig kissed the farm boy's forehead and tenderly covered him. He slipped into bed next to him, his backside pressed against Otis's belly. The two feel deeply asleep.
End Part Two