The Milking Of Big John Joe !

It was a damp, muggy day. Big John Joe McKay, a tough, well-built, big bellied 55-year-old farmer, was sweating like a pig. Dressed in a white shirt, faded jeans and dirty black wellingtons, the big man had been chasing cattle all morning with two other local big bellied farmers, Eamonn Tunney and Patsy McAvey. Eamonn and Patsy were both sweating, too and were wiping their brows. They looked at Big John Joe admiringly, his wet shirt clinging to his chest and gut.
“Hey, John Joe, Patsy and I were just saying – you must be hung like a stallion!” said Eamonn.
“It gets the job done.”
“We were wondering what sort of milk yield you have?” said Patsy.
“What sort of talk is that?” replied John Joe, trying to act casual, although he knew he was getting hard.
“You ever been milked by a man?” asked Eamonn.
“No, I have not!”
“Would you like to be? It’s fun and you’ll find that you have a lot bigger load than you ever imagined.”
“You mean you two have milked guys?”
“A few – farmers and builders are our main likes. We milked Ray Dempsey at the mart the other week – he was loaded.”
“And judging by that bulge in your jeans, John Joe, you want us to milk you, too.”
“Oh Jesus, yeah. I’m hard…and horny as fuck!”
Eamonn and Patsy eased John Joe back against a stack of bales. Patsy got down his knees and started working on the big farmer’s bulge, sucking it through the jeans fabric. John Joe moaned.
“Oh, fuck!”
Meanwhile Eamonn was opening John Joe’s wet shirt, button by button. The big farmer’s upper body was glistening with sweat. Droplets of sweat hung off his nipples. Eamonn began licking John Joe’s sweaty body, exploring every inch of his hairy chest and smooth ball belly, sucking the droplets off his nipples. Then he chewed the nipples.
John Joe was rock hard and precumming and moaning like hell. There was a big precum stain around his bulge. His balls felt full and he thought he was going to cum any minute.
“Oh, lads, I’m going to shoot!!”
“No, you’re not!” said Patsy, grabbing the big farmer’s bulge and squeezing it.
Eamonn licked and licked John Joe’s ball belly, tickling the big farmer’s gut hole with his tongue. Then he pushed down the waistband of John Joe’s jeans and sucked on the wet pubic hairs.
“Oh fuck, I’m bursting?” moaned John Joe. “Open my zip, let the lad out!”
Patsy opened the zipper, reached in and pulled out the big farmer’s rock hard and dripping eight inch cock and big balls.
“Wow!” said Patsy.
“How did you ever get a thing like that inside the missus?” said Eamonn, reaching down and wrapping his big hand around the massive organ and pulling back the foreskin.
“I managed,” moaned John Joe. “Oh fuck! Awwwww!!! Oooooh!!!”
Eamonn rubbed the palm of his hand all over the wet, dripping cockhead and used it to lube the aching shaft. Up and down, he pumped it. Then he ran his forefinger all around the still dripping piss slit.
“Say ‘aw’, big fella!” said Eamonn as he worked the sticky forefinger into John Joe’s mouth. “Go on, taste your own juice!”
“Mmmmmmmmm!” moaned John Joe as he sucked the finger dry.
Patsy was about start sucking on the big cock when Eamonn stopped him.
“Hold on, Patsy! I want his stiff tool to feel the sensation of cold rubber!”
Eamonn lifted his leg and touched the big cockhead with the cold rubber of his Wellington boot. When he took it away, there was a trail of precum all along the side of it.
Then Patsy began gorging himself on the big fat veined boner, sucking hard and deep, then licking the pink cockhead and tickling the piss slit with his tongue.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”, moaned John Joe as he reached down and stroked Patsy’s balding head.
Eamonn got down on his knees and began sucking on the big farmers loaded balls.
For over half an hour, the two men worked on the big, tough farmer, taking turns sucking his cock and balls. They took him to the edge many many times, but stopped him shooting by squeezing his bulging nuts and pressing a thumb against his piss slit. John Joe had never been through anything like this before and he was loving it. His cock was bursting, red raw and sensitive to the slightest touch, and his balls were on fire. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I can’t hold it, lads! I’m gonna shoot! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww!”
John Joe exploded with force into Patsy’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Patsy pulled back, his mouth full of cum and Eamonn took the hard sticky organ into his mouth as John Joe exploded again.
John Joe just kept shooting as Eamonn and Patsy took turns sucking out his juice. It seemed like he was never going to stop shooting. His moans were incredible. Then Eamonn got to his feet, a load of hot cream still in his mouth and he French-kissed John Joe, hard, forcing the big farmer’s own cum into his mouth and making him swallow it all by fingering his throat.
“You bastard, Eamonn, aaaawww!” said John Joe, his words lost in moans as Patsy sucked him hard and deep, milking every drop of juice out of his aching balls. Then he licked the big farmer’s cock and balls clean, pushed them back into his jeans and zipped him up.
“Not so tough now, John Joe?” said Patsy, getting to his feet.
“Oh, wow, that was something else! The sweat’s pumping out of me!”
“Let’s clean him up!” said Eamonn and he and Patsy began licking the sweat off John Joe’s big chest and belly. Beads of sweat had again formed on the big farmer’s nipples and the two big men took a nipple each, sucking it and biting it. They they each worked on his glistening ball belly. And all the time their hands reached down and rubbed his crotch.
And the whole process started again as the big farmer got hard. This time Eamonn got down on his knees and sucked John Joe's aching bulge through the damp jeans fabric. Meanwhile Patsy stroked John Joe's head as the big farmer moaned and groaned.
"Good boy, John Joe," said Patsy, gently caressing the sixteen stone farmer's black hair. "Good boy. It has to hurt for it to be any good. Your big cock does hurt, doesn't it?"
"Ye..yes," gasped John Joe, struggling to speak. "It...it hurts like fuck. Oooooaaaaaooooooaaaa!"
"And your big balls hurt, too, don't they, big guy?"
"Oh Jesus!! Awwwwwwwwww!!! My cock is raw!!! I haven't any more!!!"
"Yes, you have, big boy! And Eamonn will get it out of you!"
Eamonn unzipped John Joe's tool again. It was rock hard. The cock head was red raw. Eamonn took the veined eight incher into his mouth and sucked hard and deep, stroking the cold rubber of John Joe's black wellington boots as he did so.
"Oh God!!!! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!"
John Joe moaned and his whole body shuddered as he shot into Eamonn's mouth. The juice was more watery this time, but Eamonn still gulped it down.
"Leave a drop for me!" said Patsy, getting down on his knees.
"Finish the fucker off!" said Eamonn, strrugling to his feet.
Patsy sucked the remaining drops out of John Joe's balls, leaving the big tough farmer's sacs aching with emptiness. Then he licked John Joe's cock clean again and zipped it up.
The big farmer slowly sank to the ground and rolled over. His belly was heaving.
"Oh, fuck!!" he moaned.
He was well and truly drained.