A contented sigh from above me seemed to suggest that he was enjoying my efforts. While I continued to stroke him and explore his cock with my tongue, I felt his hand on my body again. This time it slid down across my belly, moving gently over my hard cock, pausing briefly to cup my balls, then moving slowly further down. I bent my knees and opened my thighs, forming a perfect sissy diamond, as his hand moved across the smooth skin between my thighs until his fingertips found my boy pussy and began tentatively exploring the area. Suddenly his hand disappeared, only to return moments later, wet with his saliva. His fingertip began to push more insistently at my hole, wiggling gently until first the tip slid inside, followed by the first knuckle then, with a delicious feeling, the second.

The sensations coming from between my buttocks were making it hard to concentrate on sucking him but apparently I wasn’t the only one with other things on my mind. I felt his finger slide out of my ass and he leant back, his cock sliding out of my mouth as he stood up. For a moment I was shocked, devastated at the idea that the incredible sensations that had been turning me on so much were already over, but he leant forward, took my hands and pulled me to my feet. Still holding my hands, he guided me towards a large, cylindrical hay bale not far away. He placed my hand on the top of the bale, then stepped back behind me, as I placed my feet slightly apart and leant forward. I felt his finger slide inside me again, then a rush of feelings as he wrapped one arm around my waist and gripped me tightly by the hip so that I could barely move. His finger disappeared and was replaced by a new sensation as the tip of his cock began rubbing impatiently against my ass. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and, as I breathed out and relaxed, felt my little hole suddenly open as the tip of his cock began pushing in, spreading my ass until - as I let out a moan of intense pleasure - the head was inside me. He began to slide slowly in and out, easing a little more of the shaft inside each time.

He let go of my waist and placed his hands on my shoulders, pulling my body down onto his cock to help him penetrate me more deeply. It wasn’t long before I felt his stomach rubbing against my bottom as he pushed against me. As his thrusts became more regular and more intense, I could feel my cock bouncing back and forward between my thighs and, soon after, a wet sensation as the first drops of precum spilled onto my legs. The pleasure was so intense I could barely stand, and I leant further forward, wrapping my body across the curve of the hay bale with my bottom facing up towards him. His hands took firm hold of my hips as he thrust inside me, his breathing increasing in intensity. A tingling sensation began in my legs, then moved up through my thighs, reaching my groin and intensifying until, with a long moan, the cum came spilling out of my cock, splashing down my legs and onto the ground. Perhaps spurred on by my orgasm, he pressed down on my body more firmly, and began to thrust much faster, pounding my ass against the hay bale until his breathing was punctuated by moans. Suddenly he wrapped both arms around my waist, pulling my body against his with all his strength as he pushed his cock up and inside me until I was on the tips of my toes, almost lifted off my feet by the force of his penetration as, with a  moan that was almost a shout and a shiver that went through his body, he came inside me, holding me tightly against him as I felt his pulsating cock stretching my asshole as he pumped his cum into my ass.

As the vibrations in our bodies subsided, he relaxed his grip around me and I flopped weakly forward against the hay bale, all the tension and strength in my body disappearing at once. As I lay there, I could feel his cock still inside me, but the intensity of its throbbing was fading. I felt his body begin to move away from me, a new sensation began building up in my body as it relaxed. I concentrated on the feelings of his cock sliding slowly out of me - both deliciously pleasurable and unbearably sad - and, at the moment when the tip was finally pushed out by my hole closing tightly again, a stream of pee came rushing out of my cock.

I remained leaning against the hay bale, recovering from the physical sensations and not daring to move, or turn my head to look at him, all the while wondering if he would say anything. Soon though I heard the rustle of fabric, the sound of a zip closing and, after a moment’s silence, footsteps receding across the field. I stood and watched him walk away, the sun glinting on the beads of sweat on his back, as I felt his cum slowly dripping down my thighs. I lay back down on the grass where he had found me, closed my eyes and began to daydream about what would happen if somebody caught me naked in this field.