PROVINCIAL BATHING
The rich city boy was pissed. His family made him visit their old farmland in the province. No fancy hotels, no aircon, just stupid wooden houses, dirt roads, and bugs. He hated everything about it.
Until he saw the farmer bathing.
The guy was standing under the house on the concrete platform, completely shirtless. His body was insane — big, thick muscles shining with water. Heavy pecs, deep ridges on his abs, strong arms, and powerful legs. He was only wearing tight black briefs that were soaked and clinging to his fat bulge and round ass. The farmer poured water over his head from a blue plastic dipper, letting it splash down his chest and stomach like a dirty movie.
The city boy froze behind the corner, eyes wide, cock getting hard in his shorts. He couldn’t stop staring.
The farmer noticed him. Instead of covering up, he grinned and poured the water slower, flexing his chest and arms on purpose. Water ran down every groove of his muscular body.
“Come,” the farmer said in a rough voice. “Wash with me.”
The city boy’s heart was beating fast. He walked over like he was hypnotized. The farmer didn’t waste time. He grabbed the rich boy’s shirt and pulled it off, then hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of the expensive white designer briefs and yanked them down. The city boy’s hard cock bounced out, already leaking.
They stood close, both chests bared. The farmer poured cold water all over the city boy’s body. Rough hands rubbed the water into his skin, squeezing his chest, sliding down his stomach. Their wet bodies pressed together.
Suddenly the farmer kissed him hard, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth. The city boy moaned like a whore. His hands grabbed the farmer’s slippery, muscular back and squeezed his fat, wet ass.
“I want it…” the rich boy begged, breathing heavy. “Fuck me. Please.”
The farmer spun him around, bent him over the wooden railing, and pulled his black briefs down. His thick, hard cock slapped against the city boy’s ass. Without warning, he pushed in raw and deep in one hard thrust.
The city boy cried out as the big farmer started fucking him rough and fast. Skin slapped loud against skin. Water splashed everywhere. The farmer’s heavy balls smacked against him with every thrust while his strong hands gripped the boy’s hips.
The rich kid’s cock was leaking like crazy. After a few minutes of hard pounding, he started shooting cum all over the concrete floor, moaning loud as the farmer kept slamming into his ass.
When it was over, the city boy was panting, legs shaking, cum dripping down his thighs.
He looked at the muscular farmer still standing there wet and strong.
Maybe staying in the province wasn’t so bad after all.
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