Wyatt the Farm Boy, Part 1 [MM]

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There were no clouds in the sky to block the relentless sun from shining down on Wyatt’s bare skin. He had already developed a tanned neck and had a fresh sunburn setting in on his muscular shoulders. At 95 degrees each day this had been a hot and humid Nebraska summer. It was mid-July and time to harvest the wheat.

Freshly 18-year-old Wyatt was a hard worker on the farm. A childhood of physical labor and high school sports had given him a slender, muscular body. He spent much of his summer days outside tending to the animals and doing various chores on the farm. With his dad being sick, Wyatt had to make sure things kept running. It was a heavy weight for a young man to bear. While out working he usually wore and old western shirt, unbuttoned in front and with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a smooth, flat chest with just a hint of definition. He was naturally muscular, but not gym toned. He was still a bit awkward and lanky from his youth. His lower abdomen showed a modest six-pack with a thin trail of hair that ran down below a pair of 28” Levi’s that hung desperately to his pointed hips. He stood 5’10” tall and weighed around 140 lbs, with dirty blonde hair that fell to his eyes, and an upturned nose set between two angular cheekbones. Wyatt was popular at school with most of the girls but living on a small farm outside of town hadn’t afforded Wyatt with much sexual experience.

This week was all about the harvest. He spent hours on the combine each day making circles in the field to get the wheat cut. The inside of the machine was air conditioned, but every time he stepped out to take a piss he was assaulted by the heat and humidity and usually went without his shirt. Wyatt shook a few drops of urine off of his farm-boy cock, buttoned his jeans back up, and climbed back into the tractor to make more circles. It was mindless and boring.

Wyatt usually passed the time talking on his phone or watching videos on his tablet. Today he found a good one of two twinks who were supposedly brothers (he guessed they did look pretty similar) jacking off next to each other on their parent’s couch. The brothers then went on to fuck each other with lots of moaning and slapping sounds. He admired the one that had a rather large set of low-hanging balls that bounced happily against the bottom’s ass. Wyatt had his own pants down and dick out at this point, slowly stroking it while he was driving the tractor and watching the video. He wished his cock and balls were as big as the porn star’s. Wyatt had a beautiful hairless 5 ½” cock, and like most midwestern farm boys he was cut. He had a modest set of balls which were hanging loose and low from today’s heat. His thighs were sweaty, and his nutsack kept sticking to the vinyl seat. Going in and out of the Nebraska heat all day left him with a strong musky smell coming from his crotch. While he was jacking off with his left hand he stuck the fingers of his right down between his legs and balls and rubbed them in the sweat, then he brought them up to his nose to sniff. He loved that man smell, which he inhaled deeply. It was much better than the cheap perfume of the girls he occasionally made out with in the school.

To be honest he hadn’t really done much with either girls or guys. He hadn’t dared to come out as gay, but what Wyatt really wanted was to find a hot boy to slap his hairless ass with his balls like in the video. Closing his eyes, he reached down and stuck a finger into his tight boy-cherry. First one, and then two, stretching it out. He moaned in time with the video, feeling the tractor vibrations through his body. Wyatt felt his cock pulse, then his muscles contracted, squeezing out a drop of precum. His left hand closed in a death grip around his flawless 5 1/2 inches, pumping up and down vigorously. Usually jacking off while out of his house, he had gotten used to cumming from his dry, rough, calloused hand. It was the third time he had done this today and his dick was starting to show some wear and tear. His cockhead had a shiny reddened raw area on it, making it all the more sensitive. He quickened his pace, squeezing harder while narrowing his rough thumb and forefinger so they had maximum contact over his cockhead. His dick was beginning to hurt, but felt so good. A few more strokes and he lifted his butt off of the seat with a sticky sweaty sound. His breath came fast, he then gasped and shot another load out of his young cock onto the windshield of the tractor.

The young farmer sunk back into his seat, and the tractor still hummed by slowly in first gear. Wyatt watched his jizz drip down the windshield, making the stalks of wheat look like they were melting behind it. He looked out and saw that it was starting to get dark and there were clouds in the distance again. Probably another storm coming through, hopefully not a tornado this time. Wyatt pulled his Levi’s back up but didn’t button them, letting his pubes air out while he reached over with an old rag to clean off the windshield. Wyatt finished the last of this field and pointed the tractor back home towards the barn. His parents were used to him coming in pretty late and always left some food on the table. His dad went to bed early ever since he had gotten sick with the cancer.

After he pulled in and put the tractor away Wyatt went to the house and hungrily ate some of his mom’s pot-roast. Kissing his parents goodnight, he went outside to find a quiet place to have a couple of beers. Wyatt worked hard and was responsible so his parents didn’t mind him sneaking a few beers now and then. Laying on his back with his shirt open and falling on either side of his chest, Wyatt listened to the rumble of the thunder in the distance. He was far from the main house, over by a clearing about 100 yards from his parked truck, at the edge of one of their grazing pastures. There was only some smooth grass and a large haybale in the clearing. Wyatt loved the smell of rain, and loved the feel of the cool drops falling on the skin of his chest and stomach. The grass under his bare feet was spiky between his toes.

As the farm boy laid out on the pasture edge drinking his beer, he shivered briefly when a few drops of cool rain began hitting his chest, causing the fine down hairs to prickle his skin. Wyatt’s chest was mostly smooth with just a few stray hairs, and the rain began forming small beads on his young skin, eventually rolling off to the sides over his nipples and ribs. His tanned chest was not particularly muscular, appearing like small mounds stretched over his ribs, sporting medium sized pink ovals. The boy’s nipples were flat, even a bit concave, but the falling rain was coming down cool and made them tighten into hard almonds. The rain began pooling in Wyatt’s belly button, rolling down his abdominal muscles and over the v-lines on his hips.

Loving the cool rain-scented breeze, Wyatt removed his dirty jeans and shirt and let the rain wash over him. The tanned honey-colored skin of his chest and stomach abruptly changed to white where his hip bones began. He had a true farmers tan, his hips and ass a pale white. Even his penis was a light pink, except where he had made it red and raw from multiple sessions in the tractor. He let the rain wash down all over his body, cleansing the day’s sweat and washing the musk from between his legs. The rain began falling faster and harder and a low rumble reverberated in the distance. Wyatt loved the downpour but knew it was time to head indoors because these Nebraska storms had a tendency rain down hail suddenly, and he didn’t want to go to bed black and blue.

Wyatt stood up from the wet earth, wearing nothing but the rain and the bits of grass that clung desperately to his white buttocks and the cleft of his ass, and gathered up his clothes. He walked back to his truck parked at the side of the road, the visibility becoming less and less as the rain poured down. Wyatt heard the rumble of the thunder turning into the rumble of a truck engine and saw headlights come around the corner of the dirt road intersection where he was parked.

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