Beau spent the entire morning photographing idyllic landscapes and all the different trees near the farm, a few miles away from the city. The day was hot, and suddenly he could not bear being under the sun anymore. He returned to the car and drove for a while, looking for new angles, but he ended up getting lost.
He was not sure how to return to the city anymore. His phone died and he was not able to orient himself. The dirt road took him to another bigger road and he was not sure whether to take the left or the right side. He wished there was a man to tell him where to go. He blushed and took a deep breath, and then decided to take the right side.
He drove for another while, and suddenly saw another large farm appear in the distance. He was sure he had not seen that one before. There was a white colonial house in the middle and a big red barn near the entrance. The green pastures extended for miles and there were brown cows everywhere.
To make matters worse, his car died and he was forced to leave it behind. The afternoon heat enveloped his body and made his mind fuzzy. He walked down the road and suddenly saw a big man pissing into a bush, near the entrance. The man suddenly noticed his presence and put his cock back into his pants, and turned around.
Beau approached the man and felt more nervous with each step. The man seemed to be in his thirties. He wore dark pants and brown boots, a sweaty shirt and a cowboy hat. He had a tall and robust stature, with thick hairy arms and legs. His body was naturally built, with a wide chest and a healthy prominent belly. His hands were massive and veiny. As Beau walked closer, he saw the man had blue hooded eyes and a big straight nose, smirking lips and a large chin.
Beau looked rather different from that man. He could feel the man's eyes on him, measuring him. He had a shorter stature, a pink complexion and a passive posture. His colorful shirt and tight pants made him look like a city boy. He had a soft face with round hazel eyes behind round glasses, an upturned nose, red lips and a small chin. His hair was short and light brown. Despite the dissonance, he looked at the big man and spoke clearly.
"Uh... excuse me, sir... can you help me?" he said in a breathy tone.
"Are you lost, buddy?" asked the man, in a casual deep voice.
"Y-yes... I think my car battery died, and I'm not sure how to get back to the city and..." he stopped talking when he realized the man had a big bulge. He could not help but look down for a second, and his mouth watered seeing the big package.
"Aw, it's alright, buddy. You're not very far away from the city," said the man in a calming tone. The man noticed his stare and smirked.
The man pierced Beau with his intense blue eyes, and nodded a little bit to see his reaction. Beau felt his heart race a little, and he suddenly smiled and looked down shyly.
"How old are you, buddy?" asked the man.
"Twenty-two, sir. My name's Beau and I'm a photographer," he said awkwardly. He took another peek at the man's bulge.
"That's cool, Beau," said the man warmly. He shook hands with Beau, testing his grip and staring at his mouth. The man's hand was much bigger and warmer, and had a tight grip. "They call me Mr. Wayne. I can help you and try to jump-start your car..." the man looked around and thought for a second, placing his hands on his hips. "Why don't you come in and take some photos of the farm, while I take care of that? I've always wanted to see what it looks like."
"Oh, really? It would be an honor, sir," said Beau.
"Alright, follow me, buddy." Mr. Wayne turned around and walked toward a big white gate.
Beau gulped and felt a little nervous, realizing the man owned the entire place. He had a confident posture and a magnetic voice, as if he owned everything. Beau promptly followed him into the red barn nearby.
"Start by photographing the barn. It's my favorite place on the farm. Then you can walk around and choose whatever angle you want," said Mr. Wayne.
"It's a beautiful barn, sir," said Beau. "It's just what I needed for my project."
"Alright, be my guest..." Mr. Wayne smirked and walked toward the big house.
The man drove his big truck down the road and was able to jump-start Beau's vehicle. Meanwhile, Beau walked around the barn, and then toward the house and took as many photos as he wanted. He also photographed a big weeping willow near the stables, and tried to capture the horses and the wide fields in the distance.
Mr. Wayne oriented Beau on how to reach the city, and told him to come back whenever he wanted and show him the pictures. He wanted a nice picture to hang on the wall, and Beau promised he would find the best one.
"Thank you so much for your help, sir," said Beau humbly, trying to hide his excitement when the man squeezed his hand again. The big masculine fingers enveloped his soft palm and made him twitch a little.
"You're welcome, boy." Mr. Wayne smirked suggestively, and observed Beau as he drove down the road and disappeared.
As Beau drove through the city streets and the downtown buildings floated past him, he could not take Mr. Wayne out of his mind. He wondered if the man was married, and what sort of life he lived on the farm.
He continued to think about Mr. Wayne as he showered in the bathroom of his tiny apartment. He touched himself gently and images of the man's big hairy arms and broad shoulders floated inside his head. His smooth dick twitched uncontrollably in his hand, and he drove himself to a quiet orgasm.
The next day, he looked at the map on his phone and drove carefully back to the farm, with a big 20x20 picture in the back of the car. The image showed the best angle he was able to select: a wide landscape featuring the red barn, the white colonial house and the stables in the distance.
Mr. Wayne smiled and patted him on the shoulder many times when he saw the picture, making him blush and feel a little awkward.
"Thank you so much, Beau," said Mr. Wayne. "You're a talented photographer. How much did that cost?"
"It was an honor, sir. It's a gift," said Beau quickly.
"Really, buddy?" Mr. Wayne squeezed his shoulder harder and smirked.
"Yes, sir," said Beau. He looked down at the man's fat bulge again and nodded a little.
"Well, thank you... Follow me, boy," said Mr. Wayne.
Mr. Wayne walked toward the red barn and Beau followed him without question. His heart beat faster with every step. The man took him to the back of the barn, where nobody would bother them.
Mr. Wayne unbuttoned his pants and his hardening member bounced free in the air. His penis was incredibly long and girthy. The head had the shape of a bell, covered in a thick and veiny foreskin. The juicy shaft was slightly curved to the right. The balls were large, low-hanging eggs. His crotch was bushy, but not excessively hairy.
"Make me feel good," asked Mr. Wayne in a low tone.
Beau felt his face blush again, and his mouth watered more as he stared at the big cock in front of him. It was love at first sight. He kneeled in front of that handsome man.
