Farm Boy’s First Job (Part 1 & 2)

By: Jay roberts from the Nifty Archive

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Joshua Young just graduated from the agriculture college. One of the professors said that the boy had enough knowledge of food growing and processing that he’d recommend him to a food distributing company he knew. “No need to do all that dawn to dusk hard work. You can use your head, Josh.”

This particular professor had fallen totally in love with the gorgeous farm boy, but he suppressed himself and never made any untoward moves towards him, though it took all his strength. He had to see that boy every day at the experimental farm. Josh wore his old Bibb overalls with the broken button on one side. This exposed his smooth, strong, tanned shoulder to view, and the gaping side have an enticing view of his muscled belly and sides. It was all Prof. Baker could do not to reach out and caress that flesh.. And when Josh would stare at him when he was explaining things, those perfectly blue colored eyes would shine into his soul, while the boy’s generous mouth with sparkling white teeth would smile at him.

The young professor was almost glad that Josh finished his courses. He figured he’d was about to die of love if he had to see Josh any more.

Right after graduation, Josh stopped by to say goodbye. “You bin so good to him, Prof. Baker. I want to thank you fer everythin’ ‘specialty that letter of ‘troduction to that company.”

“I’m sure they will like you as much as I do and offer you the job. Now remember, you’ve been raised in the country. Be careful in the big city and the big city folks you’ll meet. They all aren’t as nice as you, nor as
trusting.”

Josh nodded his head, but he hardly heard the warning. He was just plumb excited to see the city. He hugged Baker with his strong arms. The Professor could smell the boy’s fresh, natural scent of one who had eaten only the best food from the farm and milk right from the cow. His head swirled in lust and he was reluctant for the embrace to end. But he mastered himself and drew away, slapping Josh on the back and wishing him luck.

Josh’s appointment for an interview was for ten o’clock on the very day he arrived at the big city bus station. Several young guys lolling around the station eyed him hungrily as his six foot perfect body strode through. Josh had his canvas bag slung over his shoulder and the arm holding it bulged with farm muscle. One of the hangers on fanned himself at the sight of it. All of them noted the bulge at the bottom of the buttons. This was a paragon of male beauty. One that rivaled anything they had seen before.

Josh stepped up to a group of three kids. “Do you’all know how to git to Center Street? Is it fer? Kin a walk it?”

They were so struck with lust that it paralyzed their vocal cords for a minute. Finally one blond young man stepped forward and cleared his throat several times. “It’s about twenty blocks from here. You can get a cab in front of the station.”

Josh laughed throwing his head back, exposing his smooth, strong neck and his open mouth with the healthy pink tongue and gleaming teeth. The boy almost passed out at the sight. “Oh my, oh my, twenty blocks. I surely walk twice that on the spread. I thank you, but I aim to use my two legs and save the fare.”

He set out, the three boys checking out his strong thighs and ass as he departed.

All along the way to the Center Street building in the distance, girls and men started at him. It was as though a spot light from above lit his shiny, thick hair that tumbled over his forehead and picked up his
well-formed chest and lingered over his prominent, perfectly shaped backside. He didn’t seem to notice as he finally entered the revolving doors of the building.

A young, uniformed lad was at the lobby reception desk. “May I help you?” he said, and to himself, ‘I sure would love to help you.”

“Why shore sir, kin you direct me to the Acme Food Processing Company, I’m here to ask fer a job with them.”

“Yes, it’s on floor seven, they have the whole floor. I bet you’ll get the job. I know I’d give it to you.”

“Why thankee. I shore hope so. I’m a bit nervous. See my armpit is wet.”

The young kid swayed as he grew a bit faint. He could get a small whiff of farm boy sweat and it was sweet. “I luck,” he managed to get out.

The 7th floor had the name of the company in gold leaf as Josh exited the elevator. He was immediately met by another young man who, he thought, might be a brother of the one down in the lobby. They both were shaved so carefully and walked kind of like dancers.

“Oh yes babe, Mr. Jeff Adams is expecting you. Walk this way, I mean in this direction.”

Always polite, Josh knocked on the door. “Enter!” called out a strong mellow voice from within. Josh pushed open the door and was impressed to see a slim, tall young executive, his face decorated with a small goatee
and mustache. Josh always admired these kind of facial decorations. Unfortunately his smooth, satiny face could not produce a beard.

If Josh was impressed, Adams was doubly so. He couldn’t help blurting out, “Wow, you are more than I expected from Professor Baker’s letter. Come over here and sit in this chair near me.”

Josh held out his big farm hand and Jeff shook it, its warmth filling his cock with buzzes. He cleared his throat and began to describe the job.

“Seeing that you make such a hot appearance, we might use you in our spot TV announcements, in addition to your work as a technical adviser.”

Josh was both pleased and worried by those words. “Mr. Adams, I am a bit hot lak you say and I hope the sweat on my face doesn’t make you feel that I am jes a rube. It’s jest that I am so proud to be here that…”

Jeff was touched by the innocence of the boy. “Oh know kid, hot just means you make a good impression.” Then the tall, slim man put his hand on Josh’s shoulder. “I think that you are good for this job providing you can pass the test, and that my brother okays your hire.”

“Why shore, I am good at tests. What is it?”

“Well first you must remove all of your clothes, we have to see what we are getting.”

Now Josh was a nature boy, it never bothered him to be naked. He used to swim that way and sometimes he’d get up at dawn to milk the cows and jest do it nude, just the way he slept./

So Josh just stood up and lifted each of his legs and undid his store bought shoes, then his thick white socks baring his big, perfectly shaped feet. He glanced up because he heard Adams breathing hard. “Are you okay
sir?”

Jeff cleared his throat. “Yes, go on, finish what you’re doing.”

Josh undid his first real dressy shirt and took it off and placed it carefully on the chair back, then hopped up and down getting his dress pants off. He wore no under ware, never did. It only meant more to wash had he worn them. But his jumping up and down displayed his generous penis shaped like a long blunt tube, the foreskin fitting just as if it were fitted by a master tailor. Below, his good sized balls in their tender hairless sac, bounced boyish display.

Jeff had to keep swallowing to stay from slumping off his chair at the masculinity of such perfection appearing before him. Finally he blurted, “Have you ever had a blow job?”

For a moment Josh didn’t answer. Finally his mind reached into his file of obscure knowledge and he answered, “Oh my, me and my brother Hiram don’t call it that. We jes call it suckling. We call on one of ‘tother” when we are hurtin’ from having too much milk in our testicle.”

Then to explain, he hefted his testicles and said, “These are them.”

Jeff gulped a few more times and then decided he would have to regain mastery of the situation. “Now young farm boy, sit on that chair and spread your legs so I can give you a blow job. If you pass this test, and my brother approved, you on in.”

Jeff pulled off his own clothes. Josh was very admiring of the young man’s sleek body and the pretty hair that grew on his chest. Jeff’s long slim cock was already up and shaking. He knelt down between Josh’s powerful thigh and blew on the boy’s penis.

“Oh, that’s why they call it a blow job. That feel nice, but could you lick it a bit the way Hiram does it?”

Now Jeff was a bottom, so was his brother but he knew how to use his mouth, mainly to get his top ready for action. Problem with two brother both being bottoms is that they couldn’t help each other out. But Jeff already was scheming to get fucked by this magnificent hick dick.

Jeff put out his large long tongue and gave a heavy swipe on the boy’s pink knob. His foreskin moved back slowly like a theater curtain. Josh hummed a little country tune as the feelings swept over him. His silky thighs rubbed against Jeff’s ears and as the boy got further into his sex haze his legs moved up and down and he began humming a jig tune, faster and faster.

“Mr. Adam,” he called huskily and put the heel of his hand against the sucking man’s forehead, “I feered I’m goin’ be swaying out my milk soon. You wish to get out of the way?”

Jeff shook his head in a furious negation. He yearned to taste that sweet boy’s milk. He allowed the fat farm prick to move down into his throat and put his throat muscles to work, sending Josh into a ecstasy of joy.

“O-o-o-o-e-e-e,” he shouted as his body locked into position to pull all the cum out of his balls and into Jeff’s vacuum of a mouth.

Jeff hadn’t been prepared for a lusty farm boy’s spooge. It shot hard against his tongue, like hot rain, it paused a moment then began five heavy shots. The farmer’s cream was running down Jeff’s chin onto his chest. It was delicious. He passed his finger over his chest and sucked up the slime.

Josh’s eyes were closed and he was slumped against the back of the chair. He opened his eyes a slit and mumbled. “I jes think I oughta take a nap, I’m plum wore out from squirtin’ so much milk. Jes give a five minutes an’ I can do it agin.”

Just at that moment, Chris, Jeff’s brother came in. Had Josh been awake he would have marveled at the almost twin resemblance of the two brothers, except Chris had almost blond hair and no moustache or beard, but he had the same Greyhound sleek body.

Chris gasped. “What have we got here. Another employment interview?”

Then he sighted the magnificent boy laying on the leather couch. “Holy shit. That’s the most perfect Greek Statue boy I have ever seen outside of a museum. Does he fuck? My asshole is vibrating.”

“I bet he does. Let’s give him a few minutes and ask him.”

End Part One

Joshua lay breathing easy as he slit open his eyes and gradually came to life. He saw Jeff Adams, still naked across the room and with him was, he guessed, the brother Chris who looked so much like him, only blond and
hairless face. Chris slowly removing his clothes. Nude, he looked like Jeff even more. True he didn’t have that patch of hair on his chest and true his pubic hair was light brown instead of black, but he had the same
lithe body. They were both good looking young men, Jeff could not deny.

“I think he’s coming to,” said Chris. “Speak to him. Get him to do what we both want.”

Jeff pulled himself up trying to as dignified as he could, being naked. “Boy, you have one further task to perform. If you do well, you can count on a salary of six figures a year.”

Josh wasn’t sure what that meant, but it sounded good. He got up to his full height exposing him imposing front to the gaping brothers. He knew that in situations like this, you had to get a little bossy. He fixed
himself to speak with authority. “Tell you want, employers, suppose you too git into that office there and prepare yourself for me. I’m agonna wash up and I’ll be there pronto.”

The brothers looked at easy other. Their eyes rolled up. Oh how they liked to be ordered around. That had visions of receiving a top notch fuck. They quickly went into Chris office and awaited Josh.

Josh got up and stared at the closed door to the office. He guessed he ought to knock and find out if he got the job. He didn’t bother to dress. It seemed to him that the brothers were nudists and liked to be undressed.

“Cum in!” was the response to his knock. When the door swung open he was amazed to see that both young men were side by side on a study coffee table, resting on their arms with their asses in the air. The brothers
were already huffing and puffing at the sound of the hunky farm boy’s entrance and they lifted their asses higher.

“My oh my,” mused Josh, accustomed to examining livestock. “These are fine hind quarters.” He moved close and leaned down, his face just a few inches from their ass holes. They were now almost moaning in expectation. “Now I see the Jeff has a little ring of fine black hair around his hole and that looks mighty fine and sexy. Chris is plain, hairless, but the color pink shore looks better than good.”

He took his farm boy hand and rubbed the dimple on each fellows ass. Chris was smooth as silk; Jeff soft and fuzzy. “I cain’t hardly ‘cide which one is the best. I guess I’ll have to try them both.” That produced loud sighs from the boys.

He felt himself getting real riled up as his blunt cock cover began to roll up his shaft and the whole organ lifted toward his belly. He found his eyes were getting squinty and his breathing audible. Without deciding to
do it, his hands snaked out, his right to Chris and his left to Jeff and he took his index finger and petted each guy’s pucker. He giggled at the reaction. Waves of goose pimples played up and down the slim handsome
backs. Soon beads of sweat broke out and the boys began grunting like barn animals.

“Well my goodness. I do think you milk mares are ready.” He reached under each guys belly and grabbed their stiff cocks and began his familiar milking technique, squeeze and stroke, over and over again. Pretty soon the boys were moaning at full tilt and their ass holes were opening and closing in need.

“Please,” they said in unison, “Don’t torture us any longer.”

“Oh ‘cuse me. I’m not bein’ nice. You mares are ready for breedin’ I’m sure.”

Josh remembered the times that his brother begged to be entered. Josh had learned a way of making his brother real happy. He’d enter about a third of his cock and then make rapid motions in and out. That seemed to work in stimulating that hot spot inside and his brother would go into helpless throws of excitement.

He entered Jeff. Jeff howled in pleasure. Then Josh did his trick and Jeff’s back blushed hot red and his ass moved back and forth in helpless ecstasy. Chris saw and looked lovingly at his brother. “Kiss yur brother
Mr. Chris. It’ll make him real happy.”

Chris hesitated a moment, then puffed out his pretty lips and fastened them on his half conscious brother who kissed back hungrily.

“Now that’s a sight to see. I knew you too loved each other.”

He slowly pulled out of Jeff and slammed into Chris. Josh was getting close to spewing so he chucked away the finesse. Chris loved the pain of entry and shouted his thanks. Josh realized that the slim perfect ass
cheeks were pleading to be spanked. He gave a smart slap to the right one.

Chris called out a chocked thanks. Josh didn’t spare the left one and the noise of the slap roused Jeff who kissed him brother tenderly.

Back and forth went Josh, giving each brother a vigorous fucking. They were both drunk with passion and reduced to babbling and drooling. All this activity had its effect on the beautiful stud farm boy. He croaked
out the information that he was about to deliver the milk and his lusty cock dribbled a few pearls, then the second was a deluge. He made sure each of his future young bosses got a potion. With six heavy spurts he was able to bring each young man to their own climax as they bathed the coffee table with their spunk.

Josh got up shakily. The two brothers helped each other up.

Jeff said, “You got the job!”

Chris said, “And you can have a company car and credit card. You going to find the work easy. A few TV appearances and our asses to treat well.

Jeff asked, “Do you accept?”

“I surely do. Now kin I start work later today. Let me know when yur rumps and ready again.”

End