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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

[SS-249] Farm Exposure


[FARM EXPOSURE]

Carron was awoken by a nudge on his shoulder. He found himself at the backseat of his father's car.

"We're here son," his father said.

Carron rubbed his eyes, "when are we going home?"

"Tomorrow evening. We haven't even started yet and you're already asking about going home? How more bratty can you be?" the old man scolded.

Carron frowned, "Dad, I was supposed to go somewhere today and then you suddenly drag me to the countryside totally unscheduled!"

"You'll just be wasting time and money going to parties with your friends. You're a young adult now Carron. You need to learn about our business."

"Tsss. Why do I have to be here our business center is at the city. This place is for the farmers."

The father held his arm firmly, "these farmers have given us a good life. It is their harvest that made out food industry flourish. So you better pay respect to them."

Carron sighed, "whatever. Let's get this over and done with. Let me dress up." He got his shirt and pants that he removed in the middle of the trip to cool off.

"No need. You'll be planting with them. You can stay like that. You're gonna sweat. Anyways the clouds are plenty tonight. No need to worry about the sun," he instructed, "you like flaunting your body anyway."

Carron rolled his eyes, "whatever."

They got out of the car and went to the field. Most of the men who were working were already old, except for the shirtless young man with a straw hat who was walking towards them.


"Hey sir, what can I do to you?" said the young frame farmer with a deep voice.

"I want you to teach my son here to work in the field," his father replied.

Carron was silent but his facial expression was full of protests.

So, he was taught about the toils of farming. His back hurt from all the bending to place the crops.

When his father left, Carron started stepping on the crops irritably, "fuck fuck! I don't want any of this. Fuck."

The young built farmer saw him and was engaged, "I was keeping mum about your disrespectful behavior because your father was here and he had been a good man. But you should not defile the earth!"

Carron laughed, "oh yeah?! What you gonna do about it you dirty poor man?!"

"That is it! I have had enough of you!"

Then the man pushed him. He fell into the mud.

Carron shrieked, "fuck youuuu! This is so dirty! Yuck!"

The farmer unzipped his pants, "oh, I am going to dirty you up even more!"

Then he lounged to Carron to remove the green shorts, exposing his genitalia.

"What the hell you can't do that?! What nooo noooo! Please don't! Auuuugh!"

With one swift move, the farmer started penetrating his ass and fucking it.

The other farmers were looking with glee and we're clapping as he was defiled in the mud.

Carron was crying, "I am going to make my father fire you all!"

"Oh yeah, your sweet straight pussy is so tight!" commented the young fucker.

"Yeah fuck him! Rip his ass," the spectators chorused.

Carron started to feel weird tingles that made him shudder.

The farmer held his hardening cock, "oh... Looks like big city boy actually likes being fucked by a dirty farmer."

Carron just winced and moaned in ecstacy.

The young man drilled him harder and whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna make sure all these dirty farmers are gonna have a piece of your sweet rich ass."

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