The one who flirted with the farmers It was very hot this Sunday afternoon in June. To work in the garden on the farm road side, I put on swimming trunks. I was digging the vegetable patch with my back to the entrance to my garden, when I heard a car stop. I turn around and recognize this red car that I had already seen one evening when it was dark. I had finished my week of work as a driving school instructor. I was preparing for a quiet weekend when the phone rang. A male voice asks me if he could come see me to get information about the driver's license for his brother. I tell him that I could not see the time at which he asked me. He insists, I refuse and I hang up. I was lying in my room under the roofs of my isolated farmhouse in the countryside reading a good novel when I heard my dog ​​bark. I get up to look through the skylight. I see a red car park at the entrance to the road. I was not very reassured. He gets out of his car to pee, then leaves. For several evenings, someone telephoned me while remaining silent. I suspected it was the same guy, without being able to identify him. I hear the sound of a car. I get up to look out the window. The guy is back. He stops the engine, gets out of his car. Despite the moon, I couldn't make out his face. Sits on the hood of his car, begins to lower his shorts to mid-thigh to jerk off. I can see his not very big cock and especially black hairs. After jumping on the grass, he gets dressed and leaves. I must say that his show did not leave me indifferent, he even made me hard. I go back to bed and fall asleep. He called me one evening. I asked him if he was the one who jerked off in front of my house. He hung up. Leaning on my spade, I see a very young guy approaching me, a little coated, a shirt too tight, like his jeans, black hair, a very common face. He holds out his hand to me, staring at me from top to bottom, especially the bottom and says: - "Hello, it is I who phoned you the other day for information" I am not very happy to be disturbed a day off, but as I'm in a good mood and I'm hot, I take the opportunity to take a break and offer him a drink. We are sitting across from each other on stools made from logs. He asks me for trivia about the driver's license, then quickly tells me that he's actually looking for the lonely men who live on the farms around. He tells me about his more or less fruitful encounters such as: - this old man who kicked him out of a gun when he offered to suck it, the younger one who did not drink water and smelled of alcohol, who must have been craving and agreed to be sucked, who could not bend hard, but who still spat his juice. Another was really waiting for it, he was hard and squirting hard. I saw him several times. One day, he tied me up across his table, spread his legs wide and bluntly fucked me. I screamed like never before. He told me :- "You can howl like a piglet, nobody will hear you here." " He pushed me his cock thoroughly, bashed me up like a brute which floods me with his sperm. I thought he had to do it with his cows. I stayed quiet for several days because my ass was so sore. Yet I returned there. He told me he didn't have time but that I would come back in two days. I arrive in the farmyard. I notice a parked car. I knock on the door. He comes to open up for me. I notice another man.- «I present to you a friend. I told him you were coming. He ...

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