Jackson sighed impatiently as he walked around the park. Where was Kirk? He had no time to waste. He and Sookie were about to move in together, and what better way to celebrate than with a picnic? All he needed was a lunch basket, but not just any basket. His girlfriend's. The one Kirk had won at the auction during a misunderstanding about her wanting to live with him. But now they- His reminiscing was interrupted as he spotted Kirk in the distance, sitting on a bench, the hamper on his lap. A grin spread across his face.

"I've been looking all over for you... I need the basket" Jackson said briskly, approaching Kirk and sitting beside him.

"This is my basket" Kirk replied, protecting both hands over it as if to guard his prized possession.

"I know, but I'd like you to give it to me so I can have lunch with Sookie" Jackson explained through gritted teeth. Why didn't Kirk understand? He had just resolved an argument with his girlfriend, and he didn't want to start another. Frustrated, he grabbed the hamper and tried to wrest it from the other man's hands, but Kirk didn't ease up.

"I brought this basket! The rules are that whoever bids the highest gets to keep it" Kirk declared, struggling to maintain his grip. Thank goodness he was a tug-of-war champ; no way he would give up easily.

"I understand the rules, but-" Jackson started to argue, pulling harder on the basket. In the scuffle, the lid accidentally popped open and what he saw inside shocked him so much that he let go, speechlessly. Was that… Was that Kirk's dick?! The farmer rubbed his eyes and looked again, just to be sure. And yes, it was. The man's 6,5 inches cock was sticking out from inside the hamper, hard and covered. His jaw dropped as his gaze shifted to Kirk, who had turned slightly away, whistling in a poor attempt to feign nonchalance.

"Alright, you caught me, it's my willy. I stuck it in through an opening in the bottom" Kirk admitted with an enviable level of spontaneity that left the other man dumbfounded.

"W-why?" Jackson stammered, struggling to wrap his head around the situation.

"What kind of question is that? I wanted to get some and thought Sookie would like the surprise. I heard you two had a fight... Anyway, if you really want the basket, I'll give it to you. But you have to make me cum" Kirk replied, his voice calm and devoid of any emotion.

Those words made Jackson's blood boil. What was Kirk implying about Sookie? His fists clenched in anger, but after a deep breath, he forced himself to relax. He couldn't believe what he was about to do... Warily, he glanced around to make sure no one was watching before reaching for the other man's misplaced cock. A dramatic moan escaped from Kirk's lips as rough, calloused fingers wrapped around his length. Nobody had ever touched his privates before. Sometimes he would sit on his left hand until it went numb, then used it to jerk off pretending it was another person. Yeah, his life was kinda pathetic… Luckily for him, The farmer had decided to play along, though not out of any kindness toward him. No, he had his reasons. First and foremost, Kirk was uncut.

Jackson rubbed the shaft slowly, being careful not to pull back the foreskin. Not yet. He had always had a fascination with it, ever since he first experimented with his cousin, Rune. He hadn't realized that Kirk was also uncircumcised. Right then, the prepuce was pulled back just enough to reveal the very tip of the glans. Tentatively, the farmer used his thumb to peel the sheath back as he continued to work the cock with gentle strokes. A strong, pungent smell filled the air and hit his nostrils the moment the head was uncovered, a whitish substance gathered around its crown. Smegma. He felt a wave of nausea.

"God, Kirk! Do you ever wash your dick?" Jackson asked, disgusted, with a frown. Yet, he didn't stop his ministrations.

"It's not that bad, actually, I like it" Kirk confessed, innocently and kinkily, as he ran his index finger around the circumference of the head, collecting some cheese. With no further hesitation, he slipped his finger into his mouth and moaned at the flavor spreading across his taste buds.

Jackson's stomach twisted at the sight. That was... revolting! He realized his hand was still wrapped around Kirk's length and wavered. Part of him wanted to run off and take a cleansing shower, the other... didn't. The sharp odor had pierced his brain and intoxicated his thoughts. He wondered… He wondered what that would taste like. Driven by instincts. The farmer leaned in and, pressing his lips against the glans, lapped at the sticky substance with his tongue. Kirk's breath hitched and his body tensed at the contact as drops of precum oozed from his slit adding to the built-up smegma Jackson was licking off.

The taste wasn't terrible. Tangy and salty, with a hint of urine. Definitely unconventional. The texture, however... It was awful. Thick and gunky, it clung to the roof of his mouth and went down slowly as he swallowed. Kirk's hands rested lightly on the back of the farmer's head as he engulfed the whole tip and cleaned the last bit of dick crud, by swirling his tongue around every fold and crease of foreskin. That diligent process elicited pleasured sighs and grunts from Kirk, causing his hips to buck involuntarily. Shit, that moist warmness did feel good…

"Mmmh" Jackson hummed around the shaft, hollowing his cheeks and applying pressure with his lips to pull the sheath back up. Then, he slipped his tongue under Kirk's hood and started poking around, savoring the last traces of unwashed, masculine taste. A soft moan from above let him know that his efforts were being appreciated… but he wasn't done, yet. Delicately, he nibbled on the prepuce, using his teeth to grasp it, ever so slightly. At that point he tugged it a little bolder, feeling the skin stretch taunt before releasing. Kirk threw his head back, overwhelmed by the impeccable stimulation. He could feel his orgasm approaching, powerful and unstoppable.

"Oh... here it comes... cums!" Kirk let out a muffled moan as his body began to tremble. Despite the warning, Jackson was caught off guard when the twitching cock in his mouth suddenly spurted. His instinct was to pull back, but firm hands held him in place, refusing to let him move. He had no choice but to swallow. It was a big load. 7 jets of gooey, warm spunk coated his oral cavity. That tasted funny… Eventually, the peak of his orgasm subsided and Kirk loosened his grip on the farmer's head, allowing him to sit up and catch his breath. They exchanged a glance before both turned their heads forward, drained. "Well... thanks, buddy... A deal is a deal, you earned it"

Just like that, Kirk slid the basket off his limp dick and handed it to the other man. Jackson took the hamper and stood up to walk away, weighed down by guilt and self-loathing. Fuck… And now, how would he explain to Sookie that he had already had lunch?