Title: The Tractor
Author: dannybaby1234
Rating: M

-EMMERDALE-

My name is John Barton, and I'm a serial masturbator.

I'm just your typical farmer and family man, I love my wife Moira, but sometimes you can't beat your own hand stroking your rock hard cock. Even when I was younger, I would have rather been stroking myself off than having someone else do it for me.

One night after I had finished all my work for the day, I slowly walked into one of the barns and laid myself down on one of the hay stacks. Everyone was back in the house asleep, so there was no chance of me ever getting disturbed, and it was then that I stated to feel the rise in my work pants.

I began to rub the growing bulge in my trousers as I ran my hand up and down my still fully clothed chest, I was getting more and more turned on so I decided to take my t-shirt off. I slowly peeled my dark t-shirt off my already sweaty body and tossed it across the barn, not even knowing where it landed.

Then I gradually removed my manly hands from the outside of my trousers to run them up and down my hairy six pack and washboard abs, and I then began to groan loudly as I used my fingers to flick and pinch my sensitive and very erect nipples.

I kept my left hand on my right nipple as I moved my right hand slowly back down to my pants, then I slowly eased the zipper down on my green farming trousers, undid the button and then lifted my hips to pull the trousers completely off of my waist.

My boner was sticking right out the front of my black boxers, leaving a slight patch of precum in its wake.

I rubbed the bulge ever harder, basically wanking my cock through the cotton. My mind started imagining all these different scenarios, from fucking Moira in our marital bed, to getting a good blowjob from our friend and local mechanic, Ryan Lamb.

I couldn't remember I time when I had ever been this horny and decided that it was time to pull my dick right out, so I eased down my boxers, spat on my hands and began grasping my precum leaking dick. It felt fucking amazing to finally have a grasp on my cock. Nothing could ever beat this feeling.

I sat there naked on the hay, furiously pumping my hard tool, and I moved my left hand onto my balls and began rolling them between my fingers. If it was even possible, my dick got harder at the feeling of my dark hairy pubes and ball sac in my hand.

This was the best wank of my life and soon enough I was pretty much fucking my fist.

My hands started roaming all over my hairy chest, feeling myself up and then I stuck my hands into my mouth and began delicately sucking my fingers. I quickly moved my hands back to my already aching dick, mixing my saliva in with my precum.

My strokes became harder and faster on my dick until I came with final groan. "Fuck, I'm cumming."

I shot my load all over my hands and chest, feeling the cum spurt out the end of my cock was like the best orgasm that I had ever had. When I finally came down from my high, I rubbed my hands into the spunk on my chest, mixing it in with my hairs.

Then for the first time in my life, I lifted my hand to my mouth, tasting myself for the first, but not the last time.

After everything was all over, I zipped myself back up, cleaned up all the mess that I had made and moved myself back into the house, I walked upstairs and into my bedroom, removing my clothes and climbing into my bed. I could still taste the cum on my lips, and I realised that I, John Barton, would never change, and started thinking about the next place I could wank in.