Ripping 9 to 5 - Farmer
John’s city life fitted him perfectly, but sometimes it just became too much. Which is why he needed to escape to the countryside, back to his roots, just for a week or so to de-stress.
Going on another hike around the fields in the area he was staying, John couldn’t help but appreciate the fresh air. Climbing over a fence into the next field, following what John thought was a public footpath sign, he sighed at the rustic beauty of the next field with its golden knee height wheat stretching for what looked like miles. It seemed that this was around the season of harvest for this crop however as about a quarter of the field had already been cut by a tractor slowly making it’s route through the field.
As John began to wade through the crops at the edge of the field he was so engrossed in the beauty of the scene to he failed to notice that the sound of the tractor had stopped and the new sound of rustling through crops was getting ever closer to him.
“Oi what are you doing here?”
A rough voice jolted John out of his trance so aggressively that he stumbled backwards and fell down. From the uncomfortable floor of the field John looked up to see a disgruntled looking man. Unable to gather any thoughts John just took in the sight of him, tall, firm, visibly sweating, a light tan and a shirt with a considerable amount of buttons going unused. Still shocked all John could do was stutter at the man above him and try not to get to excited by just the sight of him.
“You do know this field is private property don’t you?”
“Private?” Was all John could get out in response attempting to regain some composure in the face of the personification of his sexuality.
“Yup that sign in the gate says so” the piercing look he gave John made him quiver “So what are you doing here huh? You trespassing?”
The last question made John panic, realising the potential of the consequences, he sat up and with a little confidence says “No, no I’m just here hiking I must have gotten lost…”
The farmer seemed to relax a little after that but still looked a bit uncomfortable. Turning away from John to give some thought to what to do next, John was greeted with the sight of the man’s bubbling ass barely being contained by a pair of tatty jeans. The jeans didn’t leave much to the imagination with man holes and ladders of fabric especially concentrated around the ass area and specifically the crack. It couldn’t have been practical but that wasn’t what John was focused on. The area could have also been the area where the rugged man was the most sweaty with a natural musk radiating from the area. It did things to John’s brain only making him want to get closer and lean in.
It could have easily been mistaken for a gust of wind but John wasn’t that stupid, and the raunchy cheesy odour which began to dominate John’s senses backed up his theory. But he was now too busy wretching to do anything about it.
This was also the same time the farmer finally decided to let out a sigh and turn back around with a smile.
“I guess I can’t blame you for getting lost, I’ll take you back to the farmhouse and I’ll find you a map to head you in the right direction.”
But John was not able to accept the kindness as he was still gagging over the unbelievable stench of what could have only been some new strain of particularly toxic flatulence. Offering his hand to help John up the farmer realised his mistake.
“Oh sorry about that, it was dying to come out, but shit it really did a number on you…” Once John was up he had pretty much recomposed himself but was still in a state of shock from the fumes he had been exposed to, he wasn’t even able to process how close he was to the glistening musky farmer. “Oh and I’m Andy by the way nice to meet you!”
Andy begun shaking John’s hand, the force of his massive arms making John’s stumble and was only able to mutter out his name.
Finally letting go Andy decided it would be quicker to get back to the farmhouse if they took the tractor so he lead John towards the hefty vehicle. While following John was able to take in the vision of the whole man in front of him, it was hard to keep his eyes of that ass though shaking in front of him. It was so eye catching that John didn’t realise when Andy stopped suddenly causing him to walk right into it. Andy right leg was cocked up and before John could understand the pose he heard it.
“Aww yeah that was a good one” Andy seemingly in his element barely registered what he was doing wasn’t particularly normal “Oh I would apologize for what you’re gonna get back there but you shoulda been looking where you were going.” He said with a grin. The smell which finally hit John’s nostrils was rough, a wave of cheesy stink thorwing him off guard.
While still disgusted at the man’s stench John couldn’t help but feel a certain kind of way about this man’s rough attitude.
When they reached the tractor Andy was almost gentlemanly in helping John climb up into it first, the physical contact of his hands on him giving him a rush of excitement. But the feeling quickly wore off as when John took the only seat in the vehicle, Andy decided that the best way to deal with this was to dramatically sit his ass on John’s lap.
“Ah sorry if I’m a bit heavy man, but hey at least you got the best view.” rubbing his ass in a bit John realised that he wasn’t wrong about either, with his ass and lower back eclipsing most of John’s sight.
The past five minutes had wholly overwhelmed John with the duality of his flirtatious interactions with the man but also his unfortunate intimacy with his farts. But having the man so forwardly to practically give him a lap dance, meant that any chance of logical thinking had been abandoned.
When Andy started up the tractor the noise of the vehicle overpowered any chance of conversation meaning all John could do was attempt to enjoy the ride while not getting crushed by the hunk sitting on him. The terrain meant the ride was incredibly bumpy and becuase of this Andy’s ass was vibrating all over John’s crotch, it took all of his willpower to not immediately pop a boner but that was made even harder when Andy looked over his shoulder and gave John a smirk and a knowing wink. The shaking of Andy’s ass seemed to increase and grow deeper and John couldn’t tell why until it was made obvious by the smell hitting his nostrils. The rancid reeking stink of Andy’s ass gas seemed neverending and the large vibrations on his lap seemed to carry on for minutes as well. And in spite of the sound of the machinery John could easily make out the growing sound of the gas coming straight from Andy’s behind.
The disgusting yet pleasureful sensation didn’t seem to stop until right before the tractor stopped moving. By that time John’s trousers had been permanently ingrained with the stink of Andy’s rectum and his brain still remained indecisive on if he should flee from the stinking farm worker or never leave.
Finally getting off John’s lap, Andy practically lifted him out of the tractor and with his now unchanging naughty smile he lead the still-groggy-from-over-exposure-to-flatulence John to the bench outside his humble farmhouse.
“I’m sorry if the ride was rough” he said obviously joking to John “I’ve gotten a couple complaints about bad smells I think it’s something to do with the fuel I use…. definitely nothing to do with this!” smacking his massive jean clad ass as he finished to make obvious what he was referencing.
Andy gestured for John to lie down on the bench in front of the house since he was feeling so rough which John happily agreed to. John also didn’t complain about the view when the farmer began unbuttoning most of his shirt obviously making himself as comfortable as he pleased.
“Now I obviously want to help you get on your way, but to be honest I recommend you get a nap first since you don’t really seem to be in any condition to take in directions right now.” Maybe it was his state of mind but John found this idea perfectly reasonable. “And of course if you can’t get to sleep that easily I can always help…” With that the farmer slowly turned around chuckling lightly as he began to squat his gargantuan ass over John’s face “See you on the other side.”
And like that John was out.
John woke up in a bed he didn’t recognise, but what he could recognise was the farmer now only in a pair of alarmingly tight worn out briefs sitting in a chair next to him. John was pretty sure he didn’t just have morning wood, and it was clear to see with there being no sheets on the bed.
“Sometimes I forget how much power my gas has, it feels like you’ve been out for hours.” Andy stood up to look over John, but unlike the intimidating farmer he met earlier in the day, this man had a much more sensual charming look in his eyes.
His crotch eye level with John Andy lifted his chin so they were looking straight at eachother “Not to be too forwards but out of everyone who’s stumbled upon this farm you’re the only one who’s shown any kind of positive reaction to my expulsions.” In saying positive reactions his eyes flitted over to John’s obviously erect member. “So understand me if I don’t really want to lose you too quickly.”
This was a lot for John especially just after waking up, the man was a sight to behold, and he certainly seemed like he would be able to protect John but his gas was toxic, even if he did know how to use it well… just thinking about the day got John confused but further turned on.
“You see planting so many crops it would be very useful to have a bit of an air filter around since I do tend to kind of pollute the plants sometimes, like seriously do you hear this?” Jutting his ass out Andy let out a quick powerful blast.
It wasn’t even facing John but the smell got the message across. It did feel like Andy never stopped farting but John was starting to realise that this was less and less of a problem for him. For the first time John’s smile matched Andy’s and he leaned closer to him from the bed.
“It’s good to see that you agree with me, I think my ass does as well.” With that Andy turned away from John but of course that meant his bulbous musky ass was closer than ever to John’s face. And John didn’t need any more of an invitation than that. Diving into the pillowy cheeks John knew this was where he belonged. And when the butt blew out a long explosive gust of toxic gas John’s polluted brain was already getting hooked on the smell.
Later that week John realised how quickly he had gotten used to his new lifestyle as he stirred yet another can of baked beans on the stove. Bringing the plate of beans out to the front of the house the rugged farmer met him taking the plate and began to eat again, all he needed to thank him was to casually raise his leg and let his butt blow John a kiss.
When the Andy turned around to meet John’s lustful stare with a Devilish grin, he knew the wave of stink had hit hard.
(Finally back, of course suggestions welcome as always but got some plans for new stories in the near future :)