graybeards: It felt good to rest in the shade of the barn after a long morning in the Kansas summer

graybeards: It felt good to rest in the shade of the barn after a long morning in the Kansas summer sun. Arthur straddled a chair and folded his arms atop its back, his bared, burly chest still swelling with labored breaths. He stared out the door across his expansive land as he spoke.“I appreciate your helping out, son,” Arthur said. He called damn near everyone under the age of forty ‘son’, but it still warmed my ears. “It’s been a tad lonely around here since Alice passed,” he understated. “It’s my pleasure, sir,” I said, beaming at him in the corner of his eye. “I’m bouncin’ off the walls back home without a car.”“Idle hands…” he said wistfully. “You can always borrow my truck if you’re in need of a diversion into town.”“That would be swell, sir. I just have so much energy without football practice to wipe me out. You know?”“And not so many girls ‘round here as there are at Kansas State,” Arthur laughed. “No wonder you were such a hard worker this morning, son.”“Just trying to keep up with you, sir. I thought Coach Ford was a harsh taskmaster, but you sure give him a run for his money,” I teased.Arthur looked right at me and grinned. He leaned back and curled his arms upward, making his rough skin bulge with the mature muscle of decades of diligence. He then patted his stomach and said, “I’m no young buck like you, but I try to keep myself looking good. Take off your shirt, son, it needs a quick wash anyway.”With blushing cheeks, I rose from my reclined position in a stack of hay and peeled off my sweat-drenched t-shirt. Arthur shifted in his chair as I flexed and showed off my body. He whistled and said, “Good golly, son. They keep you football studs in fightin’ shape, huh?”“Yes, sir,” I said with a grin. I felt a warm joy at having impressed Arthur and I started giving him a show of every angle with squats and lunges until I realized I was bent over with my jeans tightly hugging my muscled ass before his eyes. “Sorry,” I murmured, holding my arms defensively over my chest, “just got a bit carried away.”“No complaints here, son,” Arthur chuckled. “It’s been a bit since I’ve had someone put on such a good show for my benefit.” His hand idly squeezed the bulge growing in his Wranglers until he noticed what he was doing and drew it away.“Sir,” I said, pausing to take a steadying breath, “You think my jeans could use a wash too?”Arthur leaned heavily on his chair and stared at me, the wheels turning in his mind. He gave a slight, slow nod and answered, “I reckon they could, son.”I turned my back to the man and unbuckled my belt, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and dragging them down over the round shape of my ass squeezed into a pair of bright red briefs.“Good lord,” Arthur gasped, “I bet your coaches can’t keep their eyes off you in the locker room, huh?”“No, sir, they can’t,” I said, grinning back at him over my shoulder as I stepped out of my jeans and turned around to give him a look at the coiled snake bulging in my underwear. “And I can’t keep my hands off them, sir.”“I bet you do whatever they say. Don’t you, son?”“I sure do.”“And you love obeying a powerful, older fella.”“Abso-fucking-lutely, sir.”“Don’t swear, boy, or I’ll tan your hide.”“Is that a promise?”“Seems like you could use a touch of discipline, son,” Arthur declared as he stood and spun the chair around to sit in it, facing me with his knees pressed together. He patted his thigh and said, “Come bend over my lap, son. You’re a good, respectful boy, but you’re in need of a little reminder.”I could scarcely breathe as I approached and lowered myself, feeling the firm strength of his thighs against my stomach and my crotch. The worn denim brushed against my skin and Arthur pressed a warm hand down on the small of my back. “This is for your own good, son,” Arthur whispered before he rolled down the back of my briefs until my plump ass was bare and white in his lap. I froze there, unable to breathe or speak or even think of anything but what was coming, until I heard the whoosh of the man’s hand falling through the air and felt the sudden smack as his palm struck my skin and left a blushing handprint in its wake. I howled and writhed, but he held me still with his hand on my back and delivered a second spank on my other cheek. I playfully pleaded, “Please, sir, I’ll be good. Please,” but he gave me third and fourth lessons even harder than before. My bulge rubbed against his through layers of fabric as I hardened.“Seems as if you’re quite partial to this punishment, son,” Arthur said as he began a rhythmic pummeling of my reddening ass. “You love it when daddy does what it takes to make you a better man.” Thwack. “To teach you respect.” Thwack. “To make you obedient.” Thwack. “After all those years with just your momma to teach you how to be, you’re in need of a man’s firm hand. Aren’t you, son?”“Yes, sir!” I howled and it all stopped. Arthur rested his hand gently on my stinging skin, caressing it with his warm fingers. “Thank you, sir.”“You got me all bothered, son,” he chided. “You feel that?”“Hard not to, sir. Feels about as big as a third leg down there.”“Hah!” Arthur guffawed. “Alice used to say the same thing… I’ve sure missed the feel of a warm body.” He kneaded his fingers into my skin for a moment before he said, “Get down on the floor, son. I think it’s my turn to show off.”I slid off his lap, rubbing my pained ass, and knelt as his legs spread wide to make space for me. Arthur kicked off his boots and pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting his engorged and enormous manhood spring out from under the elastic waistband. He sat back in the chair and folded his arms behind his head. Perched atop his golf-ball nuts, his cock throbbed and flexed before my wide eyes and gaping mouth. “Impressive, huh?” Arthur prompted, grinning when I nodded in answer. “Back in my youth, before Alice, I was quite the stud and this whole damn town was my pasture. The girls, of course, but you’d drop your jaw if you knew how many of the men in this town have been where you are. Not that I minded, but I never quite understood what they fancied about it. They closed their eyes and I figure they just imagined it was their cock they were stroking.”“You’re an industrious boy. Put those idle hands to work, son,” he urged me.I shook myself from my reverential awe and squeezed my palms, feeling the warm, nervous wetness. I stared up into Arthur’s steady eyes as I raised my hands to his manhood, stacking ten fingers up from the base of his shaft with plenty to go before his swollen head. I kept my grip light as I ran my hands up to the knob and slid them back down. The power of his cock radiated against my skin as I sped my strokes, spitting in my palms and spreading it over him so I could squeeze tighter.“Dang,” Arthur exhaled. “You keep your eyes wide open. Dontcha, son?”I was staring at it, drinking in the sight and watching its every movement with a studious intensity. I never wanted to forget a thing about this. I couldn’t draw my eyes away, but I answered, “It’s incredible, sir. I wish I could…”“Tell me,” Arthur demanded.“Taste you, sir,” I mumbled, repeating a little louder, “I want to taste you.”“Well get to it then,” the older man encouraged. He watched. I rose up on my knees and brought his head nearly to my lips before pausing to savor the sights and smells of his potency. He squirmed with anticipation in his chair at the feeling of my hot breath on his sensitive mushroom, and when I finally planted my lips at the widest spot he let out a loud moan from the forgotten pleasure of a warm mouth on his cock. “God damn, son,” he growled, “you’ve got a fine pair of lips on you.” I moaned my agreement as I plunged his head into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue as I stroked his shaft, coaxing a flood of precum from him. “You asked for a taste, but you look to be begging for a feast.”Arthur adjusted to run his rough fingers through my soft hair, urging me down into his lap. His body stirred in his seat, gently thrusting up at my face. I knew what he wanted, and I felt the familiar urge to impress him. I relaxed and fought to allow the man’s head entry to my throat.It took a few attempts, but his flared tip finally slid deep with a pop as his flesh stretched open mine. My breath was cut off but I barely noticed as a result of the overwhelming sensations as he burrowed deep into my esophagus.The man’s body tensed with pleasure as the rest of his shaft slowly disappeared between my lips, staring down at me in befuddled awe like he was watching an impossible magic trick. His gentleness gave way to a desirous force, hands pushed hard on the back of my head until my chin was pressed against his huge, hairy balls and my nose dug into his forest of graying fur.Our instincts battled as I tried to pull back up the length of his cock only to be forced down. But every struggle in our tug of war just pleased Arthur even as it slowly suffocated me.Arthur remembered himself just as my head began spinning. He shifted his hands to my ears and pulled my lips up until his head popped back out of my throat and allowed precious air through my nostrils. Still, he wielded my head like a toy around his cock and rubbed his gushing head along my tongue.“Holy hell, boy,” he muttered, “you really bring out the beast in a man. I couldn’t help myself.”I murmured a dismissal, though he hadn’t apologized, and kept slurping at his cock as I caught my breath. But that wasn’t enough anymore.Arthur rose from his chair and began pumping his hips, pushing back down my throat and pulling out again. My body’s resistance broke down as the man fucked my face, leaving me with nothing to do but limply kneel before him.He grunted, “Hope you worked up an appetite, son. My balls are brimming with a big meal for your belly. A growing boy needs plenty of protein, don’t he?” I moaned and began stroking my own rock hard cock down on the floor. His manhood swelled and his manner became even more strained and eager.When the taste of Arthur’s seed entered my mouth, my orgasm rushed out of me and painted the floor between his feet. We were together a chorus of moans and grunts, filling the barn and the field with the sounds of our shared pleasure as he fed me mouthfuls of pure manhood. I gulped it all down, greedily consuming everything Arthur would gift to me.I was no stranger to manly men, but still Arthur impressed. His boasts of a meal were justified, and even when his orgasm finished he stayed hard enough that I imagined he could have fed me another. But he had other plans.“Son,” he said, stroking my hair as I cleaned his cock, “let’s head inside for a spot of lunch. I’m gonna need to refuel if I’m to spend an afternoon filling up your beautiful ass.”I grinned up at him around his shaft, nodding my agreement, and felt happy to have a few weeks left of a suddenly not-so-boring summer.If you need more to read, over 260,000 lost words from my archive are available as a $5 ebook: https://payhip.com/b/i27S This story by @graybeards got me off hard. You should treat yourself with the man’s smutty archived e-book! -- source link

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