It was five o'clock on a Friday afternoon and Craig hurried home from work to grab his suitcase and hit the road. He was heading for the city as he had a serious case of blue balls and needed to get himself laid before he went clean out of his mind.
The little town he lived in was a good three hours from the city and he wasn't looking forward to the drive, especially after a busy day at work; usually he was worn out by the time he hit the clubs. However, he had no other choice. Although there were some hunky guys in his little town, they were all straight and mostly married. That's not to say that Craig didn't drool after their husky bodies and sexy asses. If it wasn't for the fact that he had inherited his parents' business when they died he would have moved away a long time ago.
He was just about to walk out his front door when he saw Sam, a local farmer walking up the garden path. He was still wearing the khaki shorts and work boots that seemed to be some sort of farmer's uniform round about those parts. As always, the sight of those massive hairy thighs and big bull balls trussed up in snug shorts made Craig feel weak at the knees. In his right hand Sam carried a laptop.
'Oh, hi Craig,' he said as he approached. 'Do you have a minute to show me something?'
'Yeah sure,' Craig lied 'come inside.'
'I've just bought this computer and don't know very much about it,' Sam said. 'Could you show me how to connect to the internet?'
Craig took a quick look at his watch. If he hurried he could still make it. Sam was at the top of Craig's lust list and having him here right in his house was like some porno dream come true. If only dreams came true.
Craig explained to Sam that he would need to sign up with a service provider to connect to the internet. Sam pulled some papers and a disc out of his pocket and Craig soon had him set up and showed him the basics. He was only half an hour late; he could still make it.
Sam thanked Craig and set off. Craig waited five minutes and then jumped in his vehicle to begin the drive that would hopefully bring some relief from his constant horniness. Twenty minutes later he was just approaching Sam's farm when his engine started spluttering. It sounded real serious and as Craig didn't have the faintest idea about cars he decided to see if Sam could help.
Craig's vehicle only just made it into Sam's yard before it spluttered one last time and died completely. As he got out of the car Sam came to the front door. It was a hot evening and he had changed into a pair of ruby shorts and had taken his shirt off. Masses of dark hair swirled all over his well developed chest and beer padded stomach. His large brown nipples looked really inviting as the poked out of all that fur, like they were just looking for a pair of lips to nuzzle them.
'That doesn't sound too healthy, 'he said to Craig. 'Best you leave it there and we'll get it sorted out in the morning.'
'Are you sure? What about your wife, won't she mind?' Craig asked.
'She's over at her mother's,' Sam replied.
As Craig followed Sam into the house he couldn't help drinking in the beauty of the farmer's big, shapely ass bouncing about in his ruby shorts which rode right up the crack of his ass. It was just about the hottest ass Craig had ever seen and he couldn't remember how many nights he jerked off while drooling over it.
Sam led Craig into the living room and asked him if he wanted a beer.
'Do you know anything about motors?' Craig asked.
'I know some, but what's the hurry huh? I could do with some company.' Sam said.
Craig was torn: he wanted that beer, wanted to spend some time with Sam but he knew when he was feeling so fucking horny it was a dangerous combination.
'Where were you going to anyway?' Sam asked.
'I was heading into the city.' Craig replied.
'Got a girlfriend up there?' Sam quizzed.
'No. I was going to a gay club.' Craig replied, deciding that honesty was the best policy.
'Well, it will have to wait until tomorrow,' Sam said 'now let's have a beer huh?'
Craig was amazed at how easily Sam took the news that he was going to a gay bar. The ice cold beer went down easily and so did the second. The two men sat and chatted, like old friends, even though, at twenty four Craig was eight years younger than Sam and had hardly done more than pass the time of day with him before.
