1. A New Day, A New You part 1


    Date: 12/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Blowjob, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: P.O.I., Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

    as though nothing is odd about it but the biggest thing I notice is that I’m the biggest man here and not in a good way. Finally I hear some machinery start up and we see people at a building about forty feet away from me open up and there is more bales of hay than I’ve ever thought could be in my life. I watch as the men rush over and start grabbing the bales and loading them when I hear a man in the building yell at me. “College boy get your ass in here that last truck is yours and it needs to be loaded by sun up,” the work foreman yells at me and I hustle as much as I’m able. The first bale is heavy and I barely get it to the truck when I realize everyone else has someone to take the bale from them but they’re trucks are bigger than mine. I barely get one loaded when I’m being yelled at to move faster. This lasts for well into the sun rising and when I finally have a full truck the foreman is shaking his head while the other workers stare at me. My whole body hurts and I wonder how bad this can get when a new set of trucks pulls up and again there is a smaller truck just for me. This process repeats five times and every time I am slower and slower while the rest of the workers don’t seem to be even half as tired as I am. I hear a whistle and we’re told to break for lunch and that’s when I watch the rest of the workers leave and now I don’t know what to do or where I’m supposed to eat. I opt for waiting on dinner and try to rest but not thirty minutes later we’re back to ...
    loading trucks only now I’m on a big truck with a team and I’m still slow and tired. My whole day is a blur and when the sun finally starts to set I’m exhausted and watch as the workers head off to their bunks and I slowly make my way towards my shack. I hear someone calling for me and see the woman Masha waving me up to the house. I have to set my plate on the table today because I can barely hold my fork let alone balance my plate. The children are happy and playful while Devin and Masha are watching me to see if I’m okay while they do the same to their children but all that pales in comparison to the fact that I’m so beat that when dinner is over and I’m dismissed to my bunk I almost don’t make it. Now that you know that much you can guess what my life was like for the next set of weeks, I can talk about the highlights. Middle of the second week I discovered there was a hole in my roof that was soaking me, when I asked Mr. Devin about the hole he handed me a tool box and pointed to where some spare wood was. When my shirt tore at the end of that week his wife gave me a new one. My hands stopped hurting and I felt less achy during week four but week three was better because the workers took me with them to get lunch, apparently the ranch is also where the kitchen is and you’re not supposed to go to the kitchen unless it’s meal time. I was able to eat but week five had me in a bit of a problem because my belt was too big for my pants and I couldn’t work until Masha came to me ...
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