+++I don't want to take a picture of you, if you are under 18, looking in here. This is a place for older guys. Come back when you are older."
If you were standing across the street in the commercial part of town, you might see an old truck delivering melons to the large produce companies there. The buyer knew that this small farm produced the best "mush" melons in the country and he could get top prices for them. Of course, the innocent farm boy, Otis, was glad to get anything for his and his grandfather's hard work. He was quite a sight with his thick light brown hair cascading almost to his bright blue eyes and his muscular body rippling as he lifted the melons.
There were forty to unload today. Otis stood looking into the window of a gallery next door. These galleries were beginning to locate in the produce area to get cheaper spaces.
If you looked closer, you might see the back of tall fellow staring at Otis who was holding the last two melons, absentmindedly.
Otis was fascinated with the window display of the current exposition. There were several picture of naked boys. One showed a large erected penis in a closeup. Otis slapped his full thigh in amusement and interest.
"I like your melons," came a mellow voice with a slight British accent, nearby him, as its owner stared at Otis's full muscular ass cheeks, quite visible in the tight, well worn denim overalls.
Otis turned to give the stranger a friendly smile. Gramps had taught him to be nice to others. "Yep, I have a mighty pride in my melons...and as for my rump, I don't know 'bout that, I cain't see back there."
"You should," the other said, and Otis realized for the first time that the man was young, hardly older than Otis himself, but there were two obvious differences. First off the young man was dressed in expensive clothes and shoes, and a large gold watch gleamed at his wrist, also he was not an American fellow. His skin color was tawny, like the field honey Otis often collected. The far Eastern boy moved very close. "These melons," he said, and rubbed the back of Otis Bib overalls.
Otis liked the attention and he, surprised himself, by letting out a slight moan of appreciation. Craig, the Hong Cong boy heard the sound and followed up his cheeky advance, immediately. He held out his smooth, carefully manicured hand. "I am Craig Lee, I took those picture you see in the window. The exhibit starts tomorrow and I have a loaned apartment upstairs."
Otis was staring harder at the young naked boys in the photos in the window. Craig said, "You like them?"
"I do sir. They sure is fine manly specimens."
Craig put a hand on Otis's shoulder, the bare one because the metal button had come off. Otis found he was breathing noisily. "I bet that if you were naked, you'd look better than any of those boys. I'd like to photograph you. Why don't you come up and have a drink and we can discuss this."
Otis had planned to sleep in his truck just outside the city limits and then drive home in the morning, but the offer from the handsome young may was very tempting. He said, "I sure am thirsty."
Without another word, Craig put his arm around the farm boy's shoulders, unlocked the side door and firmly led him upstairs. All the way Otis could smell the Chinese boy's cologne and the young photographer inhaled the smell of Otis's flesh, it was like new mown hay and a little clean sweat. The two felt dizzy as they enjoyed each other's odors.
Upstairs, the apartment was small. There was a large bed almost filling the space, plus two chairs. In the alcove was a tiny kitchen. Against the walls were stacked, framed photos. They showed more naked kids, some with two or three embracing. Otis examined them by squatting down. When he rose, Craig saw that the front of his overalls were puffed out from his excitement.
"You like the photos, I can see," Craig said waving toward the boy's croerh. Otis blushed prettily.
Craig mixed a martini cocktail for the two of them. This was a new experience for Otis. "'Course I drink 'shine that Gramps makes an' it has a mule kick, but this martini stuff seems to make ya drunk right away."
Craig smiled, enjoying step one in his seduction. He began efficiently setting up the camera and lights then turned to Otis. "You ready to be made famous?"
Otis told Craig that he had been photographed a few months ago, "When I won first prize with my bull." He took out a photo of himself bare to the waist, his overalls hanging. "It was a real hot day," he explained.
Craig marveled to himself the beauty of the hick boy's chest. It was smooth as silk and the muscles were perfection in the sheen of sweat. In the lower part of the torso, he could see the fine washboard stomach.
"Do you object to stripping down?"
"No sirree, I generally git naked to swim in the pond in back of the farm." In an instant, he unbuttoned the remaining shoulder strap and his bibs cascaded down to his ankles. He crouched on the floor and undid his heavy farm shoes and then pulled off his socks, revealing handsomely shaped, large feet and a very large big toe. The sight had Craig sucking air.
He stood up and his perky ass arced out behind him. He lifted his penis that had been plastered against the top of his hanging balls. "Ready Sir. How you want me to stand?"
Craig came close and pushed and pulled the boy, trying to get an enticing pose. Once or twice his hand brushed the boy's ample cock and it rose slightly. "Is it alright if'n my sex organ is up lak that?"
"Sure. You saw that some of the boys in my pictures were in full erection."
Otis had a thoughtful look on his face. Craig noticed. "Something wrong?"
"No I jest think that you should git undressed too. That'd be friendly like and make me real comfortable."
Craig looked doubtful, but see the clear blue eyes looking at him innocently, he shrugged and started undressing. He removed his black shiny Gucci loafers and then the black silk shirt followed by his Prada trousers. He now stood with only his red bikini under pants.
"Whooee. You shure are a sight to behold. My penis is sticking out straight from the sight of you. Are you gonna take off yur panties too?"
Craig slid the shorts down his elegant smooth legs and then stood before Otis. He knew his broad shoulders and narrow waist, plus he silky skin was a sight that would wow the rural boy. He was right. Otis wobbled a bit from the sight of the sexy Chinese boy.
Speaking hoarsely, Otis asked, "Kin you sorta turn 'round. I'm aching to see yur rear part."
Now Craig was very protective of his butt. He knew that too much attention paid to it made him get an old longing to be fucked and he had resisted that for the last five years. Right now something was happening. He felt his ass hole pulling in and out as if it was kissing. Otis was determined to see more and feel more of that beautiful backside and he took hold of the back of Craig's neck and pulled him close.
Otis moved him to one of the chairs and sat himself down, gently pulling Craig, now blind with excitement and bent him over Otis's broad hairless thighs. They felt warm and caressing to Craig and he settled down blissfully feeling like a little boy again, over his father's knees, ready for a paddling. But no paddling ensured, instead he felt his new friend's calloused palm rubbing his ass checks. Back and forth, almost hypnotically they felt all around the sensitive ass as Craig set up a chorus of little sighs and cries.
Otis was delighted with the effect he was producing and his own prick was being massaged by the Chinese boy's waist and belly. Otis sensed that the loving had to move on to a new plane and he intensified his attentions by gently pinching the soft mounds lovingly.
Craig was thrown into greater passion. These soft love pinches seemed to be what he always wanted. He was in love with those fingers bringing him deeper into a sex haze and he wiggled his bum seductively, like a virgin girl, throwing all dignity to the winds.
Suddenly Craig called out in a shaky voice. "Do you fuck?" He could hardly believe his own question. He had broached what he had consid'ered a hidden area in his sexuality. He had always played the part of a straight boy. He allowed a blow job but never reciprocated. He never fucked for fear he might be asked to take a turn.
All that was swept away now. His ass need was mastering him. He stood up, bending slightly to stick his ass out. He pointed to it. "Please," he begged and took Otis's hand and drew him to the bed. When they stood next to it, Craig lay down and lifted his legs, exposing his pulsing hole. "Can you?"
"Why shure nuff, my older brother Cyrus, when he gits home late after a date, asks me to do it n' I'm pleased to 'blige. Your corn hole looks so pretty too, I am gonna love this."
He put Craigs elegant legs up on his warm hips and wiggled his prick into the the opening. Craig put his arms behind the boy's back and at the same time pushed his ass forward and Otis's fat crock entered the steaming depths.
End Part One