You arrive at the farm

You climb off the bicycle, exhausted and horny beyond belief. You made good time getting here, but now all you can imagine before you are rigid cocks, dripping with smelly, wonderful precum. Your mouth salivates at the thought.

Wiping some drool from the corner of your mouth, you approach a farmer, leaning against the wall of a barn.

The farmer is older, in his late 50's-early 60's, but still strong. Underneath the suspender of his denim overalls rests a broad chest, muscled arms bulging out of the shorts sleeves of his t-shirt. The outline of his cock grows as he sees you approach.

"Well hi there, sweetheart. Back for more?" he says, grinning with old, yellow teeth. He eye's the wetness running down your leg. "Seems you're as eager as ever. You can have the usual, or you can go the back for a surprise.