Hugh Jazz is a country boy with a reckless streak running through him, but we’ve managed to keep him out of trouble for at least one afternoon. A good ol’ boy originally from West Virginia, this rabble-rouser likes to go fast and get dirty, and he’s not stopping until the job is done. We catch up to him at the end of his day moving some hay as he relaxes and kicks back with a cool one, draining it quickly before turning his attention to a different sort of release. Oblivious to onlookers, he unzips his pants and lets his cock peek out from the side of his underwear, the head swelling up as the shaft hardens. He takes it out and stands it up, wagging it around before standing up, pushing it through his legs as he bends over and begins to stroke, before reclining back down on the hay and spreading his legs to get that nut southern style. Running his hands up and down his chest and his rippled abs, his mouth falls open as he gets closer and closer, breathing heavy and beading moisture as he sprays his milky load all over himself in the afternoon sun, the sweat on his head glimmering in the afternoon light.
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He kinda look like a guy I had a roll in the hay with on the farm. Always in the loft, all the time. I like him.
Lofts can be a lot of fun.
Still can. ; )
I’m sure, but alas, there aren’t any here in the city.
…i thought you were a country boy, josh.
No, I’m a SG (suburb queen)… Sorry if I gave you that impression. When I was a kid until about 16 I spent my summers in the country working in the fields and helping around my Grandparents house. However, I had fun time, too. Then I would come back home for school.
I can see where you developed your work ethic. The type of work you describe is character-building in all the right ways.
Things had to get done. I remember mowing the lawn at my Grandparents’ house. I took me two days. But it was fun. When the bag on the mower got full I would empty it over the fence for the cows. I was their best friend, until I ate a hamburger in front of them… I could go on but it would take too long.
I like this story. I love how there’s a use for everything in the country. Nothing goes to waste, not even the grass clippings.
When we peeled potatoes, carrots, etc., we would feed those scraps to the cows as well. I also remember bottle feeding the calves. I put my finger the mouth of a calf once. My god they can suck ~ they put me to shame…
mmmm….meringue. lol.
Lol. I like it when it melts in my mouth…
i must hope you’re taking a turn there and not referring to calf slobber. lol. 😀
Lol… I was referring to something else altogether – I think…
lol 😀
; )
My Grandparents didn’t have a rooster, the cows would moo at sunrise and wake me up.
thank goodness you’re not still cock-free.
I won’t hen peck you.
Then I got the best of both worlds.
Really?
Really!
Cool!
Like ice.
As long as it doesn’t taste like vanilla…
What about chocolate?
If it’s topped with chocolate I’ll gobble it up.
He looks like he’d be a lot of fun.
i love his cro-mag, jockish appeal.
Fuck yeah.