My mind drifts much like the winds rippling across the miles of wheat fields. Thinking about the nubile young virgin in the next town just waiting for... me to sweep her up and take her to the promised land. Happens all the time... in my imagination. So that was my state of mind when I rolled into the tiny hamlet of Youngfield. I had left the city early in the morning in order to arrive early enough to get in a few hours of consulting work. The oil company's field office was just on the edge of. She smears the hot sticky semen all over my face making it look glazed in cum. At this point she shouts, "Alright boys your cum glazed sissy boy is ready for abuse!!" At that, about 6 men enter the small office and start to undress. I notice two are black and one is latin the other three are white guys. The guy who I just had nut on my face came out from behind the partition, cock still semi-hard. He says to the group and Carol, " We are going to have fun with this one, he's one hell of a. I would make it one day, but I hadn't make it as of the day I returned to work.I took the bike everywhere while I was recovering. I had gotten used to riding it in the early spring weather. So I thought, if need be I could ride it to work. Everyone needs an alternative to their car, I thought.The doctor released me to return to work with only a band aid over the bridge of my nose. I looked a lot like some old boxer from a bad movie. I couldn't help it, images of some old midnight movies were. By now, she’s been building me up for almost an hour and I had been working on her for about fifteen minutes but we were going, I was virtually at that point of no return, the precum had been oozing for what seemed ages and suddenly I was there.I didn’t have to warn her because as I’ve said before, on matters like that, she’s normally way ahead of me. She learned a long time ago that when I cum after a long time or a long build-up, I cum bucket loads and she can’t quite take that first wad.