Tired of His Boyfriend’s 8-Incher, Teen Cheater Sucks Off Farmer He Met on Craigslist

Text by Jake Bowers

KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI — I was nineteen and living with my parents in a suburb a few miles south of Kansas City. Don’t get me wrong: my boyfriend’s cock was great and I still miss it sometimes. But it had such a big head which made it a total bitch to take. After about a year and a half of that, I wanted to try something else, see what I was missing.

One day when my boyfriend was at work, I got kind of ballsy and started cruising the men seeking men page of the Kansas City Craigslist personals. Eventually, I found a guy who sounded sane, and lived a few miles away in a town of like two hundred called Freeman. He was thirty-nine, had a super muscular build and a nice patch of chest hair. In his emails he seemed kind of demanding, which turned me on.

We met in the parking lot of the local Family Center Farm & Home hardware store in Harrisonville. He was sitting in his Ford pick-up, the type that has six wheels… Two in the front, four in the back. I drove up, rolled down my window, and just looked at him without saying anything. He rolled down his window and said, ‘Are you ready…?’

‘Yes’, I replied.

Then he rolled up his window and drove off. I followed in my silver Ford Focus on Highway 2 until we got to his ranch in the middle of nowhere. He pulled over onto the grass, I stopped a few yards behind. There was a swing set in the backyard. He opened the door to his pick-up, and pulled out a bottle lube from underneath the seat. Then he walked over to me, pulled my shirt off and pushed me to the ground. ‘Hope you don’t mind…’

He took his shirt off, pulled down his pants, started working his cock, jerking off and slapping it across my face. Then he grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I didn’t really get a feel for how big it was until I was gagging on it. It was a bit bigger than my boyfriend’s cock. He tasted sweaty, had that musky, ‘I’ve-been-plowing-a-field-all-day’ smell.

At one point, he stood me up, bent me over his truck, pulled my pants down and started finger-fucking me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him jerking off with his other hand. Then he pushed me back to the ground, stuck his dick in my mouth again, grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face. My eyes were watering, and he was yelling at me to swallow it all.

When he came, I could feel it shooting on the back of my throat. And his cum tasted so good — better than my boyfriend’s cum which just tasted bitter ever since he’d become a chain smoker. But this guy, this guy’s cum was liquid candy. It was sweet and thick — what cum should taste like. I wanted to bottle it and take it home with me. It was that good. When he was done, he pulled me up and started jerking me off. In about thirty seconds, I came all over his arm.

As I was putting my clothes back on, he looked over at me and said, ‘If you ever come back here, I’ll shoot ya’.

I never did venture back to Freeman, but I saw him a few months later, grocery shopping at Price Chopper.