Ramesh wiped the sweat from his forehead as he pushed through the tall sugarcane stalks. The afternoon sun burned down on the Maharashtra fields, and his thin cotton shirt stuck to his chest. He was twenty-eight, broad-shouldered from years of farm work, and horny as hell after weeks without relief. Thats when he spotted Vikram leaning against a tree at the edge of the field, smoking a beedi.
Vikram was from the next village, thirty, with a thick mustache and arms roped with muscle. They had bumped into each other at the weekly market before, trading glances that lasted too long. Today Vikram grinned and flicked the beedi away.
Ramesh bhai, what brings you out here alone? Vikram asked, voice low.
Checking the crop. You?
Same. But I think we both know what we really want. Vikram stepped closer, eyes dropping to the bulge already growing in Rameshs dhoti.
Ramesh didnt waste time. He grabbed Vikram by the waist and pulled him behind a thick cluster of stalks where they were hidden. Their mouths crashed together, tongues pushing deep. Vikram tasted like tobacco and sweat. Ramesh shoved a hand down the front of Vikrams pants and wrapped his fingers around a thick, uncut cock already leaking.
Fuck, youre hard, Ramesh growled, stroking fast. Vikram groaned and yanked Rameshs dhoti open, freeing his own heavy dick. They stood there jerking each other off, hips thrusting into each others fists.
Turn around, Vikram ordered. Ramesh obeyed, bracing against a stalk. Vikram spat into his palm, rubbed it over Rameshs hole, and pushed two fingers straight in. Ramesh grunted at the burn but pushed back, wanting more. Vikram finger-fucked him rough, stretching him open while his other hand kept pumping Rameshs cock.
Need your dick in me, Ramesh said, voice hoarse.
Vikram didnt need telling twice. He spat on his cock, lined up, and shoved in with one hard thrust.
Ramesh bit his lip to keep from yelling as that thick Marathi cock filled him. Vikram started pounding right away, balls slapping against Rameshs ass with every stroke. The sugarcane rustled around them, hiding the wet sounds of skin on skin.
Vikram reached around and twisted Rameshs nipples while he fucked him deep. Take it, you dirty fucker. Been wanting this tight hole for months.
Ramesh pushed back, meeting every thrust. Harder. Fuck me like you mean it.
Vikram slammed in faster, sweat dripping from his chest onto Rameshs back. He pulled out, spun Ramesh around, and dropped to his knees to suck Rameshs cock into his mouth. He bobbed fast, taking it to the root, gagging but not stopping. Ramesh held Vikrams head and thrust into his throat.
After a minute Vikram stood, bent over, and spread his own ass. Your turn. Put it in.
Ramesh spat on Vikrams hole and drove his cock home. Vikrams ass clenched tight around him. Ramesh fucked him standing, one hand clamped over Vikrams mouth to muffle the moans. They switched positions again, Ramesh on his back in the dirt while Vikram rode him, bouncing on that cock, dick slapping against his stomach.
Gonna cum, Vikram warned.
Ramesh grabbed Vikrams hips and thrust up hard. Vikram shot thick ropes across Rameshs chest. The sight pushed Ramesh over; he buried himself deep and flooded Vikrams ass.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking down Vikrams thighs. Vikram leaned down and licked his own load off Rameshs skin before kissing him slow and filthy.
Next week, same spot, Vikram said, pulling his clothes back on.
Ramesh grinned, already feeling his cock twitch again. Bring oil next time. I want to fuck you all afternoon.
They slipped out of the field separately, the taste of each other still on their tongues, already counting the days until the next sugarcane fuck.
