Heading For Dothan

I just had to get out of the house. It was late Saturday afternoon and I wanted to go to Dothan. I asked daddy to borrow the truck, but he just rolled his eyes as he set in the living room watching TV. So I started walking. Our farm was about a mile from Rt. 109, a busy highway connection Dothan to Graceville, Florida. Once I reached Rt. 109 I just stood beside the road with my thumb stuck out. I hated it. Each car that passed without stopping was like someone rejecting me, telling me I was no good. So after about twenty cars passed me by, I couldn’t stand it any longer and started walking the ten miles to Dothan.

I had covered a mile when someone in an old blue Ford pickup pulled off the road ahead of me. I ran forward to the driver’s side of the truck. An old farmer wearing a pair of faded overalls smiled at me. “Need a ride, Son?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered immediately and ran around and opened the passengers’ door of the old Ford. The seat was littered with hand tools and junk.

“Just push that stuff over toward me.” The old farmer said and smiled at me again. I noticed for the first time that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. The straps of his overall were against his bare shoulders. And as I pushed the junk on the seat in his direction, I noticed a huge bulge in the crotch of his overalls. From the roundness of the bulge, I figured he had a monster set of balls.

Damn! Would I like to play with them, I thought as I climbed in the pickup. “Thanks for stopping.” I told the old man as I took in more of his features. He was wearing a baseball cap, but sticking out from under the cap was pure white hair. He was a heavy set man chubby man. I guessed his age at mid sixties.

“Where you headed, Son?” The old farmer asked as he pulled back onto the road.

“Dothan.” I answered.

“Going to see your girlfriend on a Saturday night, I suppose.” The old man commented.

“No, Sir. I don’t have a girlfriend. Just need to get away from home for a while. Maybe drink a beer.” I confessed.

“You don’t look twenty-one.” The old farmer answered.

“Well, if you hang around outside a liquor store you can usually find someone that will buy a couple of beers for you.” I told him.

“Oh, I see.” The old farmer said. “And where do you go to drink your beer?”

“Down by the railroad tracks.” I told him.

“Ain’t there a lot of bums that hangout down that ways?” The old farmer turned and gave me a quick glance.

“Yes, Sir. But they don’t bother anyone. Most are old men with no place to live.” I answered. And if I’m lucky, I thought, I’ll find one that will let me give him a blow job for a beer.

“I don’t know! Sounds a little risky to me.” The old farmer said. I glanced over at him just in time to see he reached down and with his left hand and squeeze the big bulge in the crotch of his overalls. “What if one of them sexual assaults you?” The farmer asked, keeping his hand between his legs.

“I can take care of myself. I’ve been around the block.” I answered as I too reached my hand down to the crotch of my jeans and started to openly rub my dick.

“My farm is on the way. If you want, I’ll stop by and give you a couple of beers and then drive you to the tracks.” The old farmer said with a strange tone in his voice.

“That would be great as I ain’t got much money.” I confessed.

We road in silence for about seven miles. Then the old farmer turned on his turn signal as we near a dirt road veering off to the right. “I live just down this road.” The old farmer said. He drove about another mile before turning off to a lane winding it way through a corn field head high with corn stalks. The lane ended in front of an unpainted shack that reminded me of a movie I had seen recently call “Tobacco Road.” “Here we are. Come on in.” The old farmer said as he turned off the engine and opened his door.

The old farmer was shorter than he had looked sitting down. And he was bowlegged as hell. So much so that he waddled like a duck as he walked across the yard and climbed the four steps to the porch. “Come inside.” He said, opening the door to the shack.

The place was a mess. Clothes were scattered all over the floor of the tiny living room the door opened to. I glanced around and could see the kitchen. The kitchen table was piled with cereal boxer and can goods.

“Come on and I’ll show you around.” The old farmer said as he walked into a narrow hallway leading from the living room. He stopped at the first door. “Got to take a piss.” He said and walked inside. He left the door open and spoke from inside. “Where do you go to school?”

I walked up to the bathroom door and glanced inside. The old farmer was unbuckling the straps of his overalls. When they were unfastened, he just let go allowing his overalls to drop down to the floor. Then standing complete naked in the bathroom he looked over at me and said “I cann’t piss with them on.”

Then he stepped up to the toilet and lifted his circumcised dick from atop his massive balls and aiming his dick to the center of the toilet bowl started pissing a strong stream of piss. He looked over at me. “You got to piss?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered quickly.

“Then step on up. There’s room for both of us here.”

I quickly unzipped my fly and pulled my semi hard young dick out.

“Damn, where did a skinny kid like you get such a long thick dick. Hell, I got cheated.” The old farmer said looking downward. I doubted that he could actually see his own dick as his belly extruded too much. “I bet all the girls love that thing.” He added as I approached the toilet. “And I bet some of those bums down at the track would love to play with that thing too. I hear some of them are queer.” The old farmer said. He had finished pissing but he had made any effort to step back from the toilet bowl. And as I approached with my big dick rapidly growing fully erect he smiled. “That’s some beauty.”

“Thanks.” I answered as I stepped so close to the old farmer that our thighs touched. I aimed my dick at the toilet bowl and started pissing. “You get a really big set of balls.” I added as I finished pissing and stared down at the farmer’s massive balls.

“Yea, they are big.” The old man said not making any effort to move away from the toilet.

I reached my hand toward his crotch. “Mind if I touch them?” I asked.

“Hell no. Go right ahead.” The old farmer said in a tight voice.

I reached my left hand to his crotch and closed it around his enormous set of testicles. They felt soft and watery. I loved the feel of the old farmer’s balls. Just touching them made my dick start jerking up and down on its own. I closed my hand tighter around the old farmer’s testicles. The old man let out a groan. I squeeze them. He moaned.

Then I was down on my knees beside the toilet. Without saying anything else, I started licking his huge balls. I would have loved to suck them but even one was too large to get inside my mouth. So, I just licked and squeezed the old farmer testicle until he was moaning constantly. Then as his dick had stiffened and grown to about five inches long, I moved my mouth from his balls to his dick.

“Shit!” The old farmer called out as I took his dick in my mouth. “Yes! Suck me, Boy!”

I went to work on the old farmer’s dick. I deep throated it. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft of his dick. I tongued his dick head. I sucked his short dick head. Without warning that old farmer started cuming. I grabbed his balls with both hands as I deep throated his short dick and started swallowing his load. His big ball empted a huge load of bitter tasting cum into my mouth. I had n’t even swallowed all his load before he jerked his dick out of my mouth.

“Damn, that’s enough.” The old farmer said turning his back to me as he reached down and pulled his overalls up.

Realizing that the session was over, I pushed my swollen dick back into my jeans and stepped out of the bathroom. I waited at the door for the old farmer to come out. It seemed to take him forever as thought he didn’t want to face me. When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, he wouldn’t even look at me. “Say I’m about out of gas. You mind walking the rest of the way to Dothan?” And instead of waiting for me to answer he walked down the hall and opened the door to a bedroom and enter, closing the door behind him.

I shrugged. And turned and walked back through the living room and outside. Hell, it was worth it, I thought. As I headed back down the lane to the dirt road. “Only three miles to town. I’ll be there in good time. Wonder if there will be any action at the track. Sucking the old farmer just made me more horny.