The Farmer's Son (gay)

The Farmer's Son, by Bulgebasher23, Wed, Mar 29, 2006

It was the summer of 2003 and I had just returned home from my first

year away at UC San Francisco. It goes without saying that the City

is worlds apart from the moderate rural pace of Topeka, Kansas and

the farming life in which I was reared. But then again I've always

sorta stuck out like a sore thumb here; and hence my choice of a

college as far away as possible. Let's just say I lost more than my

baby fat. My naivete, virginity and the keys to my closet will not be

missed.

But home I came to my folks and there thriving farm which made it

possible to go to college and I prided myself on not being the kind

of son who would let his Dad down. My lean and sinewy 6ft swimmer's

frame was already toasted by that infamous California Sunshine and my

curly and bushy blonde hair was tamed into a stylish crew-cut with a

bed of curls on top, faded at the sides; glasses were replaced with

contacts; however, no matter how many squats I did, my ass wouldn't

bubble up! But I still filled up my speedos if not in the back, then

most definitely up front. So there!

Anyway! Just barely past 21 and home for the summer, I was a welcomed

site to my Ma and Pops and twin baby sweet 16' sisters, Lorraine and

Viviane. Dad need an extra hand both in the office and in the fields.

My return was even better for having our regular migrant family with

us again this year. Carlos and Miranda Vasquez and crew have been a

part of our family every since I could remember. Ma and Pa held

Carlos and Miranda to naturalize as citizens when I was still in

middle school. Carlos, in gratitude, stayed close to the farm and our

family which helped him to bring over more of his family from Mexico

and all points South. Now Carlos was passing on what he new of the

farming business and gaining the means to send his children to

college. It was awesome and I was glad to see them when I got home.

After two weeks or so of hard work and good home cooking, trouble

came. And what trouble it was! It manifested with the arrival of one

of Carlos' nephews whose mother was sending him to America from

Columbia to keep him far from trouble. Ha! Two years and few months

older than me, I all but towered over the 5'7 miniturette of Esia

Morales whose name was--out of all improbabilities--Esai! Quietly

cunning and awake to just how fucking hot he was, my Mom had all but

threaten my sisters with a summer visit to their Aunt Betty...in

Alaska...if they didn't stop making puppy eyes at the poor boy. If

only she knew! It wasn't my sisters she had to worry about..

But Esai knew. I think he knew from day one though I never let on.

Actually, I got caught one late afternoon checking him out and I

couldn't play it off. Me and my Dad; Carlos, a few hands and Esai

were removing and repairing the engine block on an old tractor that

was slated for a charity auction the coming week-end. Feeling

useless, I busied myself with cataloging the parts and their

replacements and prices and such while everyone else jibby-jabbered

in broken English as they craned the engine block. I was kneeling on

the ground, rechecking my list, when I heard Carlos bark for a

wrench. Around the tractor came Esai. He favored the ubiquitous white

t-shirt, and a tight pair of well worn and faded jeans that had seen

a few hundred wash cycles. Holes and tears- on the knees, under his

right ass check, down the left leg inseam-revealed that in the heat

of the summer, Esai wore no underwear. Yes!! I smiled and nodded as

he approached, but turned my head down to my tabulations trying not

drool. As he squatted down to search the tool box for the wrench, my

eyes chanced upon the light cocoa brown testicle that plumped out of

the ragged hole in the left inseam/crotch of his jeans. The size of a

full grown pecan, that hairless nut hypnotized me! I licked my lips

and sucked breath through my teeth at the sight. I looked away, only

to find Esai watching me watch him. I gulped as he slowly rose up,

smirking a mean little smile at me as he shoved his nut back into his

jeans. Both our heads snapped to when we heard Carlos call for the

wrench again. I pretended to concentrate on my papers as he walked

away, knowing that I had been busted. As the work continued I made a

quiet but hasty exit. And along warm, soapy shower!

For the rest of the week I tried to avoid Esai and his knowing stare.

I assumed he was cool since there were no snickers from the rest of

the workers on the farm, guys being just as notorious for gossip as

gals. But the weekend of the charity auctioned arrived and I had

opted to remain at the farm for a little stabling cleaning. Hey, I

had my figure to maintain, boiz! By noon everyone was gone and I had

the place to myself. Boombox blaring some bootleg Reggea, I shovelled

and shifted hay in a pair of daisy dukes, old cowboy boots, bandana,

and green muscle tank. After an hour, my sunburned flesh and peach

fuzz hairs were clammy with dust, sweat and hay particles. I quenched

my thirst with a few beers from the house.

During a particularly good version of Patra's "Kill da Bitch!", I was

startled out of my work by the nerve jarring crash of shovels, rakes

and ladder behind me near the entrance to the barn. I spun with the

pitch fork..only to find an equally startled and cringing Esai

momentarily frozen by the loss of his grip on the implements and

their crash. Sorry,' he said with his customary smirk as he squatted

to fill his arms with the tools again. Need any help?' I asked,

laying aside the pitchfork and walking over to him. I thought every

body was gone. Whoopee! As I started to retrieve a hoe and a rake, I

saw that he had THOSE jeans on agin with a red t-shirt that hugged

him everywhere. And sure enough something was hanging out for all the

world to see: that plump head of his cock. I could tell by the size

of that eye-mushroom that Esai was a thick boy. I gulped again and

forced myself to focus on the hoe and the rake. Coming up, I saw that

Esai had busted me. Again. He wasn't smiling this time. But he wasn't

frowning in disdain either. He just sort of looked at me as if he was

weighing something over.

Rising, beautiful cow-brown eyes locking on my baby-blues, his deep,

rich baritone of accented English snapped me out my revery. Your

mother wanted these put into the old gardening shed. Could you help

me?' You be your sweet ass I could! I said sure and lead the way to

the shed. As I walked in front of him, out of the barn toward the old

gardening shed behind the house, I asked him why he hadn't gone with

everyone else. For a moment, I though he hadn't heard me, and I

looked over my shoulder at him. I saw his eyes snapped back up to my

face, with a smirk, as he deigned to answer then. I asked Uncle if

it was alright to stay behind and catch up on a few projects I had

promised myself to do. I thought today would present me with

excellent opportunity to tend to somethings long over due.' Lest I

trip, I turned around with an Oh. That's great' hoping that my

disappointment didn't show. He'd been watching my ass, such as it

was, and that was promising.

The dusty darkness of the garden shed was illumined by only a single

window with southern exposure. It was crammed with tools and boxes

and other gardening what-nots that provided my Mom with the simple

pleasure of maintaining a few flower and vegetable gardens of her

own. I went to the corners where the hoes and rakes and stakes were

kept, placing things where they belonged. My narrow hips allowed me

the slimness to squeeze around the corners of the waist high potting

table that dominated the northern wall of the cramped shed. As I

squeezed my way out again, I saw that Esai had finished and was

leaning upon his hands against the wall by the window....watching me

again.

I wiped the dust and sweat from hands on my tank, looking back at

him. He tilted his head to the side and his gazed trailed down to my

crotch. I bet you twenty bucks I'm bigger than you,' Esai said,

completely out of the blue. What do you mean, bigger?' I said, not

believing what I just heard. Leaving his perch, coming into the

sunlight, Esai stopped, his thumbs tracing the lip of his jeans, "I

said, I betcha twenty bucks by dicks bigger than yours, hommes." He

was standing in front me, smirking in earnest now. "Naaah, I already

know you got me beat there," I say shaking my head and waving my

hands in the universal that's okay' gesture of good natured

resignation. Not missing a beat, Esai tilts ans smirks again, undoing

the top button of his jeans, " Alright then, I'll bet you ten bucks

my balls are bigger than yours." Without hesitation, I said, "You're

own!" This was gonna be the easiest $10 bucks in the world! My

cahones were well developed, low hanging and oversized..to match my

skinny 10 incher and make up for having a hard ass to grow!

Smiling he went first, confirming what I already knew: he didn't wear

anything between his jeans and smooth nut brown skin and that he was

bigger than me. A grower if ever there was one, Esai flopped out his

thick 8 inches , slightly darker that the rest of him, his sparsely

haired ball sack close to the base, but all the same beautiful to

behold. Yep, he was bigger and the sight of it made me hard. "Okay,

your turn," he said, "show me whatcha workin with." I smirked my own

thin lipped smile then. I unzipped my jean shorts, along with the

tangerine thong I wore, peeled down to my knees. By lean 10 inches

bobbed with hardness above the low hanging lemons that were my balls.

Esai looked at them ,then at me and said, "I quess you're the winner,

hommes. But I can't really tell. Can I weigh em to see for sure?" he

asked. "Go ahead; knock yourself out,"I offered, totally not

believing this was happening.

With both hands he cupped by balls, bouncing them on the tips of his

fingers. "Nice" he simple said, "Very nice, hommes." And without

warning, Esai snapped his fingers closed hard on my balls, the dirty

nails of his thumbs and fingers digging in. With strangle cry, I

stiffened with the sudden shock, my hands clasping onto his wrist. I

tried to pry them off, but he yanked them down, then up, and

increased the crushing pressure. I hissed with the pain that shot

down my legs and into my guts. He yanked my balls and squeezed even

harder, and my knees buckled under me. I threw up a hand onto his

shoulder to brace myself against falling as his thumbs crushed into

my nuts, my forehead on his chest, tears falling. I had no breathe to

even scream. No one was there to stop him.

"What's tha matter?I thought you liked balls, hommes. I saw you

gettin hungry for mine, so I thought I'd give you taste," he

whispered in my ear, "for price." he laughed as he renewed the harsh

squeezing of my nuts. I nearly dropped to my knees with the agony of

his crushing squeeze. "Oh no you don't. Get up, Get up!" he snapped

as he gripped both my balls in one hand and crushed them together as

he grabbed my hair, making stand. "Oh yeah boy, I think you got what

it takes to pay my price for taste. Now step out them hor shorts and

them sexy drawers. Do it!" he commanded and I obeyed, letting my

thong and pants fall to my feet, and stomping down on them to free

them from my boots. "Good boy," Esai cooed, giving a twist to his

wrist and thus on my balls that made me sick to my stomach. He let go

ofmy hair long enough to stuff his meat back in his pants.

But before I could even think about fighting him, Esai shoved me back

against the potting table, my nekkid ass taking on a few splinters at

the impact. With a left hand full of my tank and his right hand yet

crushing my balls, Esai made me sat on the potting table a little,

onto my hands, as he stood between my legs, grinning at my pain

etched face. " I wanna see if I can make your balls bigger, Steve.

You ready? Okay, lets start with the left!" Esai laughed. And he

splayed his fingers around my balls, so that only my left testicle

stood out. Pain like shredding electricity raced through me as Esai

knuckle-punched my left nut. Each punch made me lurch and writhe and

shout with agony and torment. I couldn't believe I was having my

balls busted by my wetdream turned nightmare! Each punch he delivered

with a menacing grunt, the last one he just drilled his knuckle into

the bruised mess of my plump, swelling left nut. That drilling made

me erupt with spasming howl as my thighs gripped and quivered around

my tormentor.

"And now for the right! Don't fade out on me. I like them faces you

make, when I drill your nut. Oh Papi you look so fuckin hot!" he

soothed at my sweat blinded face, snatching me by my hair, his lips

closing over mines, as his gripping fingers maneuvered my right nut

out for his torture. Breathless with the pain from balls and his

kiss, my head was shoved back against the wall behind the potting

table. I tried to brace myself for the impact, but it did me no good.

His knuckling blows to my right nut was every bit as terrible and

cruel as the treatment of my left. Clipped "ohs"and "aaarghs" of

ghastly pain umphed through my clenched teeth as my head snapped

hither and thither in denial of the torment. But the dark lust of

wanting that covered Esai's face and the hardness of his cock that I

felt through his jeans on my inner thighs, showed me that Esai enjoy

my anguish, my pain, my cries. And he was not about to stop.

The drilling knuckle bore into my right nut and made me scream like a

wounded dog. Esai kept the pressure on,"Oh yeah, that's what I like

to hear! Gimme some more, white boy!" he yeahed as drove his knuckle

in to the sensitive spot in my right nut again. All I could do was

tremble and cry. Out my hands came from under my numbed ass and I

fought and tried to pry Esai hands off my aching nut and block his

drilling torture. He laughed at my feeble defense, re-clasping both

my balls in his crushing fist and landing a few choice slaps to my

face. This distracted me enough so that Esai could pinch the

underside of my dickhead in his fingers with a yanking twist. The

sudden sting of pain and pleasure snatched the breathe out of me as I

curled forward onto him, trembling and sobbing. "Yeah baby, oh yeah

papi, I make it hurt so good," Esai crooned, as he yanked on the

bundle of nerves on the underside of my dickhead and crushed and

rolled my balls togther as if they were marbles in a sack.

Esai snatched me off the table and flipped me on to my stomach. He

then made me through my right leg onto the table top as he pressed

against my left, his hard-on rubbing grinding into my leg. He twisted

my left arm behind my back before he snatched my throbbing cock and

aching balls behind me onto the table top. He slapped my exposed ass

and fingered the hole before pressed and massage my balls and dick

harshly. I had turned my face out towards him watching him study my

exposed ass, cock and balls. Reaching onto the shelf above the table,

Esai grabbed a small old wood mallet and traced it over my as. Then,

smiling at me, he looked at my exposed meat and wailed on it with the

mallet. Down and down and down again Esai brought the mallet on my

each of my nuts,and along the length of my throbbing dick. My hoarse

screaming filled the cramped little gardenshed as he ground the

exposed underside of my dickhead with the mallet into the table top.

With a rapid stamping of the wooden mallet, Esai ravaged my tender

swollen cockhead till at last a stream of milky spewed in a rush

across the table and over the edge as I convulsed and quakingly

cried. He tapped each of balls like nails as I continued to blow my

cream and quiver with cries of agony and ecstasy. As the last of my

cum oozed out ,Esai brought a vicious blow down on my spongy dickhead

that made me beg incoherently for him to stop.

As I lay crying and shaking there on the table, down dropped Esai's

jeans and in my ass he drove his hot, thick beef. He seized and

squeezed my balls in his terrible grip, pulling and holding them down

hard, clearing the way for his brutal thrusting. Soon, the hot spray

of Esai's hot milk drizzled onto my back and my ass, announced my his

growl of release and satisfaction. In a daze he dragged me to the

floor from the table with him. On my back he laid me and above me he

spread himself, his mouth on mine..and my hands clasping his ass..and

his balls. I gave him a good, long hard squeeze till he quaked as he

kissed me and whimpered within my grasp. Before long, our shirts

joined our pants somewhere on the floor as we, with a bit more

gentleness, lot less pain, found a little something more to give one

another pleasure. And it was the GOODEST!

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Esai and I live in The Bay now. He just got into the CIIS when I got

accepted into Stanford Medical. This summer will be our 4th

anniversary. I guess you can say this Farmer's Son may have come

along way, but there's no place like home.