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When men in the countryside got drunk, they liked to go topless, and some even took off their pants and only wore loose shorts. Furthermore, the important thing was that most of them didn't even wear undies. Therefore, their drills kept peeking out from their shorts while those men were dining. Also, these men enjoyed taking a whizz outside. Every time, after drinking a few cans of beer, they carried their cocks to the side of the house, where there were bushes, and started whizzing loudly. There were even times when I could go along with them and glance at their monstrous cocks.

There was not a doubt about countryside men's cocks. They were enormous. Every ball was like a chicken egg. What excellent quality! Their glans were lying sideways. I didn't understand why they were so big. In addition, their pubes were so dense. Unlike city guys, men from my hometown rarely got their pubes trimmed. They liked natural things. Their bodies were also quite muscular, and their skin was tan because most people here were farmers. Farming and planting with hoes were their daily jobs, so it wasn't difficult to understand why their biceps and calves were big and sinewy like those of gymgoers. Sometimes, theirs were even yummier than the city's flashy guys'.

But of course, I just looked and didn't dare to do anything further because they were all brothers, neighbors, or even relatives. Just one mistake, and it became doom.

That was it. Whenever I revisited my hometown, I turned on my manly mode at maximum. Sometimes, I thought I was even manlier than many other straight guys in the neighborhood. It was just different when it came to interests. They adored pussies, while I craved warm meat sticks in men's pants.

I drank too much that day, drinking continuously after every refill. I didn't remember how much I drank with these men. It is true that every time you get drunk, your sexual passion comes up. It was so easy to find someone to sleep with back in the city, but in a countryside town surrounded by only trees and bushes, I didn't know how to deal with the mischievous meat stick in my pants.

Later, I staggered into my bedroom to rest alone while everyone else was starting to leave. I took out my phone to surf Facebook and Instagram to avoid boredom. On those days, my friends kept racing to post pictures of hanging out for the holiday and showing off their lovers. It was also a bit heartbreaking to watch because I was still alone then. I felt so lonely and empty. Opening Messengers, there were some tacky New Year wishes from pals in the company, which relieved my sadness.

Surfing and surfing for a while, I just came across the same content. Haizz, it was so colorless!

Then, suddenly, my eyes lit up as if I had just come up with an idea at this tasteless moment. I secretly opened the application Grindr, a social network helping gays find lovers, trying to find out if anyone was around. I only thought of finding friends to chat with so I wouldn't be so sad, but I didn't plan to meet or do anything further. Since I was in my hometown, I was afraid to meet my relatives by chance.

My Grindr profile didn't have too much of my information on it, either. I posted only one profile picture showing my body instead of my face to ensure no one could recognize me on this app. Although Grindr's goal was to become a social network for gay guys to date, most came here mainly looking for one night stands. They looked for funny business and smutty videos, and some wanted to show off their wands. It was all kinds of genres. Generally speaking, it was a normal physiological thing because sometimes I did it, too. But I was meticulous while finding mates. It had to match my taste to like someone since I didn't want to waste each other's time.

My type was manly men, who were masculine and well proportioned, and it was even better if they were gymgoers. However, the most important criterion was their manner of speaking. I preferred humorous and polite guys. Despite not hating it, I was not interested in gays who were too girly.

I opened the app and saw a few accounts with a green dot, meaning the users were online, but most were nowhere near. They were all more than 25 km away, probably because they lived in the countryside and were far away from each other. I also went to chat with a few guys to make friends, but it didn't fit very well as they weren't my type.

"Maybe it was too hard to find someone suitable?" I thought. I kept chatting with one person to another for a long time, but I hadn't come across a special one yet.

"Why haven't I been interested in anyone yet? So boring!" I complained to myself.