****If that title sounds like a story for little people or young people you'd be making a mistake. This is a nasty story. You may read it, only if you are over 18 years old. Otherwise GO!
It took four years of saving money by Zeb and his granddaddy to be able, finally to afford a tractor. They poured over catalogs and finally decided on Lenar Brand, Model LE 200. It was an economy machine. Luckily the farm report told about a special sale and Zeb put on his best Bibb overalls and cleaned his heavy shoes and headed for the county seat and the farm equipment store.
Harry Bonner, the main salesman was alone lounging in the showroom, leaning back on his chair and picking his teeth with a gold toothpick. Harry was about thirty years old, but in fine shape. His naturally lean body was youthful and he still had a full hair of curly hair that emphasized his brown eyes and long black lashes. He was good-looking; even sexy looking and both men and woman admired him. Harry was a highly sexual person. He was an equal opportunity aggressor.
He righted his chair in surprise when the chimes on the front door went off and an apparition of male beauty walked in. It was Zeb. It was as if a walking piece of sunshine entered. The boy was nineteen at the time. His ginger colored hair hung straight over his smooth forehead over his cornflower blue eyes and straight brow. His features were cute, but not classic, but his full lips made his face a sexual thing that affected people when he talked. His body was farm boy strong and his overalls parted at the sides to let one peek into his smooth, tanned side.
"Can I help you, friend," called Harry, holding his hand out to shake.
"Yer sure kin sir. Me 'n my Gramps have 'cided to give the horses a rest and git one of those new fangled gasoline tractors. We already got the one we lak picked out."
"Wonderful, boy," Harry said, moving closer to the apparition of rural beauty, "You're in luck. It's offered today at a special price." But when Zeb heard the price, his face crinkled up into a frown that almost looked like he was gonna cry.
He told Harry what he had saved and what he expected to pay. "Oh son, that's with a trade in of an old Lenar. You got one?"
"Naw, this'll be our first. Kin you jes pretend we brought in an old one?"
Harry came closer and put his hand on the bare shoulder where the strap button had broke. As soon as his cool hand touched the smooth tanned flesh, a jolt of sensation passed up his arm, down his chest and to his crotch. His long slim cock woke up and got really hard, pushing the thin fabric of his dress pants into a big bulge. He cleared his throat. "Maybe we can work something out."
"That'll be might fine." Then farm boy very comfortable with sex matters said, "Mr. Harry, I see you got a fine sexual organ callin' fer attention there. I'd be pleased to milk it if'n you'd lak."
Harry, now breathing loudly and rubbing his front said, "You mean you'd give me a hand job? Wait! Are you thinking that you'll sex me into a better price?" "Oh, no sir," Zeb said, "reaching out toward the protruding organ. I'll hes hafta go home 'n work two more years for the money."
Meanwhile Zeb deftly opened the buttons on Harry fly and fished out his long cock that was already pearling on the head. The odor wafted to Zeb's nose. "My, my, that man milk shure smells sweet, lak new mown hay."
Harry eyes went to half mast and he was trembling with excitement. "Go ahead you hick, rub me off."
Zeb laughed in glee. He always enjoyed bring happiness and satisfaction to others. He was a good boy, that way. He held his palm up to Harry's mouth. "Mr. Harry, lick my hand so as yer organ will feel better when I pet it."
Dutifully Harry licked the smooth hand. His tongue's feelings adding to his excitement. Then Farm Boy said, "I think you'd enjoy this more if'n you'd git undressed. We could go into the back so we'd be private."
"Yeah," breathed the slick Harry, aching to get this boy into action. He walked to the back and as soon as he was inside the office there, he took off his shirt and then his pants.
Zeb whistled with admiration. Mr. Harry you shore hav the finished chest I've seen in a while. The black hair in the center is mighty fine, 'n' yore penis is very pretty with the whole bunch of curly hair 'bove it."
All this admiration talk had Harry turning to butter. "What do I do to help you?"
"Well, git up on this desk and lean on yer elbows and knees. That way I can milk you."
Harry looked doubtful, but the idea of being milked appealed to him. He lumbered up onto the desk and assumed the requested position. He was aware that his ass was very exposed and his ass crack was pushed open by the position.
Zeb slipped his arm around the tractor man's waist and reached for the hanging cock that was like a cow's udder to Zeb. He began his familiar milking motion, has hand pushing the hanging balls into a back and forth motion. Harry was moaning with pleasure. "Boy you got a great method. I'm gonna deliver the milk soon, keep it up."
Zeb giggled in happiness, knowing he was doing good. He pleasured the cooing man, his eyes caught sight of the fine ass in front of him and he began to comment. "Mr. Harry, I do admire yer rear parts. The shape is so nice and I lak that fuzzy hair on it. Here, let me jes feel that hair."
Harry's eyes widened in fear. He sure hoped that the dumb kid didn't have some crazy idea of doing something back there. But in a moment he felt the calloused farm worked hands of the boy caressing his rump. He croaked, "Hey Rube, cut off doing that. You're worrying me."
Zeb kept up his milking motion and speeded up a little. Harry said softly, "Well if you want to pat my ass, that's okay."
Zeb laughed aloud, "Oh my oh my, that's jes what I'd admire to do." He commenced patting the right cheek. Harry seemed to like it so much, purring like a big kitten, that Zeb used both hands on both cheeks.
Then he heard a hoarse voiced Harry say, "I kinda like it a little harder."
"Sure thang sir." He lifted both hands off the ass cheeks and brought them down, swatting the tight ass with a loud swack. Harry began to blubber like a little boy.
"Oh Mr. Harry, I am real sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Do it again and tickle my hole too."
Zeb was surprised at the request, but his own cock was getting so hard, it almost hurt, it was dripping too inside his overalls. He zipped down his front right to the end and his fat, smooth organ poked into the light. It passed through Zeb's mind that they might admire to corn hole the attractive salesman. He had enjoyed this practice with his cousin and the older lad had said that Zeb was the best fucker he ever had.
Meanwhile Zeb got busy in stroking the crack between the two halves. It was nice and fuzzy with fine hair. He examined the man's ass hole. It was free of hair and the pink puckered portion seemed to be pushing in and out.
Zeb leaned over to the young salesman who was huffing and puffing like a galloping horse. "Sir, do you admire to have me put my organ into yer rump? It's seems to be calling to me."
Hoarsely Harry gargled out. "I never thought I'd ever want to be fucked, but I can't stand it. I just have to have your cock in me."
"Well sir, I surely wish to oblige you. I've raised by Gramps to respect older fella's wishes."
"Oh shit you fucking rube, hick rural dummy, stop talking and shove it in."
Zeb laughed at the man's excitement. He positioned himself at the target and with a push of his powerful thighs, he entered the steaming passage quickly. He heard Harry shout a strangled sound of "Whoop!" as he bottomed, his reddish blond pubes tangling with the soft hair on the ass in front of him.
"Oh shit," Harry croaked. "This is what I've been always waiting for but didn't know. Now don't just stay in, move it!"
Zeb was delighted. He pulled out, almost all the way and then fucked forward. He did this over and over again. Once Harry passed out and Zeb had to pat his cheek to revive him. But when Harry begged him not to stop, Zeb began to forget everything but his own pleasure. Soon he was crooning like a bitch in heat and Harry was moaning like a banshee. The songs were discordant but the motion was bringing both of them to a shattering conclusion.
Harry's body stiffened to rigidity and his cock began to spew heavy ropes of cum, splattering his lips and chin and further pulsations soaked his chest and belly. The tightening of his sphincter caused an extra friction to rub Zeb's sausage and bring him to the edge of orgasm. Harry began to make fucking motions as the get all of the feeling he could out of his cum. That rubbed Zeb's sensitive penis over and over again and he began grunting like a pig until his spewing began. Harry felt like he was getting a sperm enema as the boy hosed his insides. Zeb always delivered a full quart of milk and it took almost two minutes for him to unload his balls. During the time, Harry felt spasm after spasm of his own cock and if Zeb didn't finally finish, he thought he might pass out.
Zeb pulled his cock out with a sucking sound and jumped to his feet and clapped his hand. " Mr. Harry, that was jes too fine for words. You are the finest corn hole in the county and even if'n I didn't git the tractor, I shore enjoyed myself."
Harry sat up, "Tractor? Oh yes, there's a yellow number ready to be delivered." He winked at Zeb, thanks for your old one, it's a junker anyway. Enjoy your new Lenar 200."
Zeb was overjoyed but a little confused. He thought he better not ask too many questions as he signed the papers.
As he waved goodbye to the now dressed salesman, Harry called after him wistfully, "Don't be a stranger. If you get this way again soon, we might talk about some accessories for your new machine, and maybe visit the back office again."
"Shore thing Mr. Harry, I'd admire that."
End of Story