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Bubba wasn't much of a talker. In fact, I can't even remembe..
🕑 Added 2024-06-18 14:00:11 +0000 UTC Bubba wasn't much of a talker. In fact, I can't even remember his real name. But working on this farm for six months has been beneficial in many ways. Physically, I feel stronger and more capable. And let's not forget the perk of having some occasional eye candy… Which may or may not be the reason I even took this job to begin with. Bubba was a little bit older than I was and had helped run this place since he was born. With his parents dead, he’s fully taken over the operation, carefully tending to all the animals and crops on the property. It's long, back-breaking work, but he never seems to mind and, for the most part, keeps to himself when he’s done working. As part of the agreement, I live in a guest cottage next door, waking up even before he does to start working and getting things ready. I don’t mind it that much, and the money isn't too bad. Bubba, however, is another story. I hate to admit that he’s the reason why I even decided to work out here - he stands at least 6 feet tall, well-built, burly, and more than willing to shed a few layers of clothes when things get too hot or stifled. But it's not just his physical appearance that draws me to him; it's also his scent - one that I used to hate but now find myself strangely missing whenever I'm away from this place. His musk is thick yet almost nuanced, a heady blend of earthy dirt, hay bales, and freshly cut grass that lingers in the air long after he's gone. It's like a part of him remains even when he's not around. Despite my initial dislike for it, Bubba's scent has become an ingrained part of this place for me. It reminds me of hard work and sweat, of long days under the sun and the satisfaction of a job well done. So now, whenever I leave for the weekend or head into town for supplies, I find myself oddly longing for that familiar, musky aroma. “Meet me at the barn tonight” The note was left on the door of my guest cottage, making me stop short - It was the end of my shift, but something deep inside told me I had to go see what this was about. It was unusual, almost out of character for Bubba to do something like this. I opened the door to the barn and looked around the gloomy interior - This wasn’t a place we went to very often, and with all of the rotten beams inside, the entire building was running the risk of falling apart next time we had a strong storm. Soon enough my eyes adjusted, and I saw Bubba waiting for me - His hat was low, hiding his expression, and as I walked forward he adjusted awkwardly where he stood. He was wearing his usual overalls, with nothing underneath if I had to have guessed, his bulky body just visible enough to make my way towards. “Heya Bubba - What’s this abou-” Before I could finish speaking, Bubba pulled me by the wrist, drawing me close and pressing his lips gently, then aggressively against mine. Our mouths opened, and our tongues engaged in an awkward dance, both of us gasping for breath in surprise as our bodies moved on their own accord, acting on some sort of desire we were both too afraid to talk about. I could feel his erection pressing against the interior of his overalls, meeting my own as we broke apart and looked at one another. “Sorry,” he said with a slow drawl, placing his hat low to hide a blush. “I just wanted to talk to you about... how I…” I leaned forward again for a kiss, meeting his lips with more intention and desire than before. His bulky arms wrapped around my body and I around his, embracing one another with so much intensity I could hardly believe it. Was this really happening?! I could feel a bulky hand grab at the back of my neck and push me downward, wordlessly instructing me what he wanted next, his cock already out from the confines of his overalls and half-mast, begging for more. I felt the back of my head being pushed forward to Bubba’s flaccid cock, resting at the base of his shaft and breathing in that scent I had grown so obsessed with, so dependent on. Carefully, I pulled his balls out of the crotch of his pants, letting them fall against my mouth as I lapped up every inch of exposed skin, his member already starting to stiffen from the attention. Bubba groaned, leaning further back onto the wooden fencing and letting his hands go limp, stopping at my shoulders to keep himself steady. I moved up from his balls and to his cock, letting the thick and uncut member go into my mouth. The flavor here was even more intense, that musk hitting my tongue to the point where I thought I might pass out from excitement. Carefully, while still in my mouth, I used my tongue to pull back the skin on his uncut cock, lapping under the head and cleaning every inch I could find while he continued to gasp for breath. I pulled away for a moment to catch my breath, but Bubba wasn’t having it. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me back towards him, driving his cock back into my eager mouth. I could feel myself getting more turned on by the roughness of his touch, the primal instinct taking over as I eagerly sucked him off, allowing his cock to hit the back of my throat and go even deeper. As he continued to pump I could feel his body trembling as he got closer and closer, precum starting to replace the taste of his musk as he shoved my head deeper into his fat pad. Soon enough he reached his climax - His gentle gasps and groans replaced with a loud, strong roar as he unloaded himself, erupting with so much cum I disengaged from his cock and coughed up what I couldn’t swallow, while more of his load peppered my face and hair as he continued to shoot. We looked back at one another, his face still a deep shade of red from embarrassment. “I have a nice… uh, shower back at the house you could use. Maybe yew’ could spend the night?” I chuckled, wiping some of the extra cum away from my eyes and nodded. 6 months was so fucking worth it.
