Farm Stay Cravings Cross Over

Dante had been on the remote farm only five days and already his head was clearer than it had ever been back in the city. The breakup had left him raw, but the endless fields, the smell of cut grass and manure, and the daily grind of chores filled the empty spaces better than any therapist. The only other person around was Cody, the 28-year-old farmhand who lived in the bunkhouse next door. Broad-shouldered, thick-armed, dark hair matted across his chest and down the hard plane of his stomach, Cody worked stripped to the waist most afternoons and never bothered to hide the way his eyes lingered on Dante’s lean city body.

They stacked hay bales side by side in the barn, sweat pouring off them in the sweltering heat. Dante’s gaze kept dropping to the heavy bulge that strained Cody’s faded jeans. Every time Cody heaved another bale, that thick package shifted and twitched. Dante’s mouth watered. He had jerked off three times the night before thinking about it, imagining the weight of that cock on his tongue, the stretch of it opening his ass.

Cody caught him staring. He dropped the bale, turned, and smirked. One big, calloused hand dropped to his crotch and openly palmed the growing ridge. “See something you want, city boy?” His voice was low, rough. “You’ve been eye-fucking my cock all week. You craving a real man’s dick or just playing tourist?”

Dante’s face burned but his cock jumped hard in his shorts. “I’ve been craving it,” he admitted, already dropping to his knees on the dusty barn floor. “Every fucking night. Let me taste it.”

Cody unzipped, shoved his jeans down just far enough, and freed a fat, veiny cock already half-hard and leaking. It slapped heavy against Dante’s cheek. Dante opened wide and took the head in, groaning around the salty-musk taste. Cody’s hands fisted in his hair and shoved deeper, fucking into his throat in long, ruthless strokes. Spit flooded Dante’s mouth and ran down his chin in thick ropes, soaking the front of his shirt. He gagged wetly, eyes watering, but pushed forward for more, sucking hard on every withdrawal. Cody grunted filthy praise—“That’s it, choke on it, take that farm cock deeper, fucking slut”—and kept using Dante’s throat until the younger man was dripping and desperate.

When Cody finally pulled free, a long string of spit connected Dante’s swollen lips to the shiny cockhead. Cody hauled him up, spun him around, and shoved him chest-down over a hay bale. Shorts and underwear were yanked to mid-thigh. Cody spat on Dante’s tight hole, rubbed the head of his cock through the mess, then pushed in one brutal thrust. Dante howled at the burn and stretch, the thick shaft forcing him open, but he shoved back immediately, begging, “Harder—fuck me harder, fill me up.”

Cody gave it to him. Deep, punishing strokes that slapped balls against ass and made the hay bale creak. He gripped Dante’s hips hard enough to bruise and pounded without mercy, growling how tight and hot the city boy’s hole felt clenched around his dick. Dante moaned continuously, cock leaking onto the hay, reaching back to spread himself wider.

They switched without pulling out completely. Cody sat back against another bale and Dante climbed on reverse-cowboy, slamming his ass down onto every fat inch. He bounced hard, thighs burning, watching over his shoulder as Cody’s wet cock disappeared into him again and again. Cody’s hands roamed his chest, pinched his nipples, then reached around to stroke Dante’s dripping cock in time with the rides.

When Cody decided he wanted a better angle, he flipped Dante onto his back on the bale, shoved his legs wide and high, and drove back in to the root. He pinned Dante open and bred him in short, vicious thrusts, balls drawing up tight. “Take it—gonna pump this hole full,” Cody snarled. Dante clawed at his arms and begged for it. Cody buried deep and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding Dante’s guts in pulse after messy pulse, overflowing around the stretched rim and dripping down onto the hay.

Still buried to the hilt inside that creampied ass, Cody wrapped a fist around Dante’s cock and jerked him fast and rough. Dante came with a broken shout, spraying ropes across both their sweat-slick chests and stomachs, hole clamping and milking every last drop from Cody’s cock.

Cody stayed buried, grinding slow and filthy while their mixed cum leaked everywhere, then finally pulled out with a wet sound and smeared the mess down Dante’s crack with his cockhead. “Gonna fuck this messy hole again before dinner—right under the outdoor shower so I can watch my cum run down your legs while I rail you standing up.”