Cum Ranch
When my car broke down a half mile back, I thought this farm would be a good place to find some help. It’s a bit of a walk from the main road, but I eventually find evidence of civilization. There’s a host of farmers working in the blazing sun.
I walk slowly past them, they don’t seem to notice me. One man repairing a wall has his ass out, underpants clung tightly to them. His thick cheeks are plump in his boxer briefs, a sweat stain trickles down the middle. His butt sticks out just barely, almost in an inviting way.
My attention turns to a farmer working on some machinery. Only his lower body is showing from the front of the mechanical farm vehicle. His front pants buckle is undone, revealing a hefty bulge out in the open. It’s firm, like fruit ready to be picked. The platform he’s standing on puts it at the exact level to reach out and touch.
That’s when I see the last farmer tucked under a tree. His back is against the tree, his legs are spread. His feet are out. Socks off, boots off. It’s a strange sight, I find myself moving closer.
“Hello?” The man keeps his head down. I swear his eyes were open when I saw him from a distance. “My car broke down, do you have jumper cables?”
The shirtless farmer remains sitting in the grass. His hairy pecs are large from his tireless work. His feet are huge and thick like a bear’s paw. The man’s head raises to me, our eyes lock. “Sir?” He doesn’t say a word. His gaze moves down again, towards his feet. They’re so large, I realize I’m nearly on top of the man now. I had no idea I’d moved so close towards him. I look down at his meaty foot. My lips part at their beauty. I just want to touch…
“Ooooh.”
The rancher’s soles are shockingly soft. Like the smoothest warmest pillows I’ve ever felt. I run my hands over the wrinkles of his soles, something about them makes me feel so happy and fuzzy inside.
“Oooooh.”
I moan quietly again. The farmer’s mouth twists into a grin. He begins to chuckle. I should ask for directions like I planned, but first I want to compliment these incredible feet.
“Ooooo.”
My voice is caught in my throat. The farmer is full on laughing at me now. I hear one of the other ranchers behind me, “Another one already?”
“Ooooo,” My voice betrays me, “Ooo-oooh-oooh-“
“Mooooooo!”
I feel an orgasm building in groin. It swells to its apex almost as fast as the sensation came on. I’m about to blow a huge load. I feel two sets of burly arms hoist me and begin pulling me back. I watch as the big-footed farmer points and laughs as I’m dragged away.
“Mooooo!”
My cock is exploding with sensation, I feel myself about to cum as these two ranchers drag me across the grass. I see a thick pump of liquid launch from my cock, but I feel no release. Just pre-cum. Another spurt of pre flies from my cock and the farm hands kick the barn door open.
The stench of semen and sweat hits me immediately. I’m able to turn my head. I see rows of naked men, each drenched in sweat. They’re in steel chairs with huge electric pumpers covering their cocks. Each man has a massive cock, much bigger than I’ve ever seen. Their eyes are covered by VR headsets, soft moans come out of their lips. On a large board above their heads is written Ass Cum.
I turn my attention to the other side. More rows of men in chairs, back to back, as far as the eye can see. The warehouse corridors twist down for what seems like miles. The low roar of moans. This line of men has a sign with Cock Cum strung across.
I’m taken to a dim corner of the warehouse with a dozen or so men. A poster reading Foot Cum dangles above their heads. There’s two empty chairs on the far side, I’m brought to the closer one. I’m thrown into the chair by the strapping farm hands. Now I notice my engorged cock. Well over a foot long and as thick as a soda can, exactly like the men I passed on the way in. I feel it pulse and gush with pre-cum after every little sensation. One of the men straps my ankles and wrists, the other lowers a pump over my ultra thick cock. I cry out, but all that comes out is “Mooooo!”
A virtual reality set is placed over my eyes. The dim fluorescent steel of the warehouse is blocked out. Noise cancelling headphones go on, and the screen encompassing my vision flickers on. Big burly men with big meaty feet, all begging me to touch them. Their meaty feet grow and sway, hundreds of men and their hundreds of feet. I feel another gush come out from my cock. The pressure of the pump is replaced by the image of soles shooting out and stroking my cock. The warm feet suction to my cock like gooey suction hands, then pull away, stroking it slowly. Another gush of pre-cum, maybe even some actual cum, floods out.
I try to cry out for help, but the only noise to escape my lips is a soft “Oooooh” as the virtual feet blur my vision.
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The ranchers carry the last few crates into the trailer. The bottles clang together, pale milky liquid sloshes around inside. The older man carries a crate labeled ‘Foot Cum’ onto the loading bay and pats the back of the van, sending it off.
