I GOT TO PICK MORE THAN BERRIES

PICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES AND TRICKS

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Thanks

By Kevin McLean

Since I was stationed in South Miami doing my internship I would sometimes stop on my way home at this field where you paid $2.00 and you actually could go into the strawberry field and pick your own strawberries. I usually carried two boxes and would pick the juiciest, most delicious strawberries.

I hadn’t done it for a while but this one morning I got off work around nine in the morning after working a 16 hour shift and I was tired and all stressed out. I went past the strawberry fields on my left and kept on driving and then turned around after deciding to pick some…it would do me good; I thought.

This time the man who was always there was gone and instead there was a young man sitting on a crate and collecting the money. I looked at him and he smiled…he sure was good looking. So I came up to him and asked him what happened to the older man.

Dude: “Oh, you mean gramps…he is gone…passed away last month. I am now staying here and I have a brand new double wide coming soon. Did you know my grandpa?”

Me: “yeah, I would stop by once a week and when he found out I was a doctor he would tell me everything that ailed him…I looked him over a few times, took his pulse, examined him…he seemed to be in relatively good health…tell me, how did he die?”

Dude: “It was very sudden, he felt weak and tired and then didn’t get up for breakfast. We went to wake him up and was dead…he had died in his sleep of a stroke.”

Me: “That’s too bad, I am so sorry for your loss”

Dude: “Thanks, that’s ok; he had a very full life and was almost ninety”

Me: “I’m Kevin”

Patrick: “I’m Patrick, go ahead and pick as many strawberries as you would like; no cost to you…after all you did examine my grandpa for free … it is the least I could do” But as he said this he also groped his crotch and held it there.

I looked down and he still didn’t take his hand away…instead he began to rub it and what seemed to be a growing erection. Then it was obvious that he was caressing a hard on. So I said to him: “It looks like that is not just the least you could do…I am sure you can think of a few other things to do”

Patrick: “I sure could…and how” As he looked at my ass and he actually very daringly grabbed it as he leaned forward.

Me: “And I am just guessing, but could it be that you would like some of that?”

Patrick: “Oh yeah, that is one fine piece of ass…come, follow me, let’s go behind the shack.”

Patrick was taller than I…a good four inches; so that would make him about 6’3” and he was hairy. He grabbed me and kissed me right away. I got my hand on his open shirt and began to caress the hairy chest. He had a couple of days’ growth of beard and that was so terribly macho.

There was another thing about Patrick that just drove me up a wall…his masculine smell. I found out why. He is staying in the shack and had no running water. He would get a bucket from the nearby water spigot and that is how he kept himself clean and on top of that he didn’t use deodorant. So for me this was paradise wrapped into a man.

I lost it, when he took off his shirt and I saw the armpits I just went crazy…I was on then smelling and licking and he seemed to like it…hell he even lifted his arm to give me better access.

The kissing and exploring was getting heavier and it took us no time to shed our clothes. Patrick went down on me and he was a very good cock sucker. He was starting with the tip of my dick and would travel down the shaft and then would take one ball at a time into his mouth. Eventually he began to play with my ass and I lifted my legs to give him a better angle and he began to eat it. I was a bit hesitant because I had been working a long shift and hadn’t washed that area since yesterday; but Patrick seemed to thrive on my natural ass crack smell…sweaty and juicy. He ate my ass for a good ten minutes before he began to insert fingers…one, two, three, and then four.

When he thought I was good and ready, all primed and wet with his spit he approached me from behind and began to put pressure on my pucker with his cock. He gained access to my hole easily. It just went in like a dog who is gulping down the food after not eating for three days. My hole just made his cock disappear and let me tell you the dude was anatomically proportionate.

His cock was a good nine inches and uncut…rare for a guy his age born in this country. But it was a wonderful feeling…he was just making me feel full, complete and pleasantly violated. His movements were also incredibly sexy; with that undulating sway that the rest of the body remains still and the only thing moving is the hips in a very sensuous way.

And I was getting the fuck I needed…a very good top was fulfilling all my sexual expectations. I hear then how Patrick was making these unintelligible grunts followed by heavy breathing…I knew he was close to reaching and orgasm. “Oh, Kevin, this is the best, the very best ass I have ever had…I would want to fuck you all the time…do you think you can stop by tomorrow again after work…I’ll be here…waiting for you with a hard cock…Oh, shit, oh, fuck, fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum Kevin, I’m shooting my load inside your ass…ah, ah, ah, ah….aaaaaaaaaah”

And the dude just filled my intestines with so much spunk that it was running out of my ass as he kept plummeting his cock into it. It was absolutely the best. I still stop by once in a while…now Patrick has a trailer in place and even has running water.