A Forbidden Love

“What a beautiful field!” exclaimed Mr. Porter as he slowly walked through the rows of bushes and poles adorned with budding plants. “My father and his father built this farm with their bare hands. Their hard work has provided for our family, and someday it will provide for yours, Jay.” Jay pretended to listen as he followed behind his dad, running his hands across the bean plants. They would make this walk at the end of every week and pick their last batch. Mr. Porter would monologue and reminisce about the Good Ol’ Days. Jay just liked being surrounded by the beans one last time before the weekend. The pair stopped at a patch of nice, big ripe beans. Jays hands began to tremble as he slowly gripped a shapely pod. A bead of sweat formed at his brow despite the fair weather. He placed the beans into their gathering bucket, but slid the two biggest ones into his pocket, unbeknownst to his dad. “Let’s call it a day, Jay.” The pair headed inside.

“I’m gonna hit the shower.” Jay rattled off and hurried to the washroom. He closed the door as quickly and quietly as possible and turned on the water. Steam slowly filled the room. Jay removed the beans from his pocket, set them on the counter and began to undress. He was finally alone. With one hand on a smooth, curvy bean pod and one on his fresh erection, Jay began to softly press the beans between his thumb and his fingers. Stroke after stroke, the beans came closer to exploding out of their pod, and so did Jay. Nearing climax, Jay grabs the other bean pod and holds it against his cock. As he ejaculates, Jay squeezes the beans and ejects them from their pods. What a mess. Jay cleans up the crime scene and tosses the beans out of the window. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he ponders as he cleans off the filth of the work day. Scrub as he might, the dirt from the fields rinses clean, but the heated perversion he feels towards the beans never purges.

The walk from the bathroom to Jays room was not very long, but he did have to pass by the common area of the house. Donning only a towel after his shower, Jay hurries to his room. “Did you save some for the fishes?” his dad joked. “I thought I was gonna have to come rescue you!” Jay faked a chuckle and closed his door behind him. He had a couple missed calls on his phone he had left on his bed, and it rang again.

“What’s up, Nav! … No, we had a long work day. You know how my dad is … Yeah, I’m still down. Tom and Westy are coming too, right? … Oh, they want to go to Dos Lunas instead?” They had originally planned to just go hit their local bar spot, but the rest of the guys were hungry. Dos Lunas was the best Mexican restaurant in town, and Mexican food means beans. Jay gulped heavily. “Sure, I’m starving.”

The walls of their old farm house were thin. All the audio from the television in the living room could be heard clearly in Jays room as he was getting dressed for his night out. “It’s me, Carl! The Bean King!” the commercial rang through the house. “I’m just a regular guy that’s crazy about beans! We’ve got big beans! Small beans! Black beans! Pinto beans! You name a bean, we’ve got it! So come on down to the Bean King’s Palace today!” Jay could not keep his head clear. He could not stop thinking about the beans, and struggled to get his pants buttoned over his enlarging penis. The Bean King’s Palace jingle rang through the air like wedding bells. Jay finished getting dressed and made for the door as fast as his bulge would let him.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” His dad asked Jay. His thin jacket was barely enough to cover the snake trying to escape from his pants. “Oh, yeah, it’s Friday. Tell the boys I said hello!” And Jay was out the door.

The door slammed behind Jay harder than intended. It was hard for him to control his strength when his testosterone was through the roof. Fortunately for him, Jay had to walk past a smaller bean patch to get to the driveway. He snatched up a stalk and tossed it into his passenger seat as he entered his car. As soon as the car was started, the biggest beans from the stalk were stripped and in Jays hands. One bean pod went into his pocket, and the others stayed in his lap. It was going to be a good drive to the restaurant.

Jay fondled the beans in his lap. With one hand on the wheel, the other was free to commit filthy acts to himself with the beans. It was as if the beans themselves undid his pants. Just as Jay boarded the on-ramp to the highway, his engorged member had made its appearance and taken control of at least half of the situation. Jay stayed in the slow lane and began rubbing his cock with the beans. The bumps on the shells of the beans heightened every arousing feeling. When the same jingle for the Bean King’s Palace came on the radio, the angels started to sing and brought Jay to his apex. Just at the crescendo of the chorus, Jay was interrupted by his phone ringing. With the mood killed, he saw that his friend Tom was calling him. Jay takes a deep breath and answers the phone. Tom’s car battery was dead. He needs a ride, and Jay will just have to finish his one man party later.

“What’s up, Jay! Whoooo, it smells like sex in here!” Tom convincingly joked as he got in the car. Jay had just focused enough to get his pants to calm down right before he picked up Tom. Tom didn’t really smell anything, but he did notice Jay’s face turn a light shade of red. “Woah, man, I was just joking. What, did you actually get some finally?”

Jay chuckled out of relief. “Haha, no man, I wish. You know me, I’ve been as dry as that field I’m always working in.” Except Jay was not dry. His recent brush with a bean-stimulated orgasm had left him with a puddle of precum in his boxers. Talking about the beans only made it worse, or in Jay’s case, better. “Anyways, I’m dying for some of that Dos Lunas bean dip.” The remainder of the ride was mostly uneventful. Regular small talk, although Tom did spot some loose beans in the floorboard. Jay was able to chalk it up to being messy from work. No one had any idea how true that really was.

At the restaurant, Nav and Westy were already sitting down. Jays sexual energy had returned to a reasonable level. Unfortunately for him, his friends had ordered appetizers just before he and Tom arrived, and the famed bean dip was on its way to their table. Jay spots the waitress carrying the cast iron skillet full of pure sex from across the dining room. With every step she took towards them, his heart beat faster, and his pants got tighter.

“There they are! What can I get you gentlemen to drink?” The waitress bounced as she asked Jay and Tom. The others were struggling to keep their eyes on her face and not her perky, natural breasts. Jay had another problem. She sat the gooey, cheesy bean dip closer to Jay than anyone else on the table. “And for you? … Hello?” A quick elbow from Nav brought Jay back to reality.

“Oh, right. I’ll have a bea.. I mean, Budweiser.” Jay managed to choke out. The aroma of the succulent side dish invaded Jays nostrils and took over his senses. The waitress exited the scene.

“Damn, Jay. You must really be hungry. Long day at work?” Inquired Westy. “Your dads a real hardass about those 9 hour work days, isn’t he? I swear that guy could talk about beans all day.” Westy tried his best imitation of Jay’s dad, rattling off all the different kinds of beans he could think of. “And you have to listen to that all day! Your dad’s a bean freak! Ha! I bet he’s tried to fuck a bean before!” Jays chip snapped in the dip.

“Jesus, Westy!” scolded Tom. “I’ve been here for 5 minutes and you’re already talking about… fucking beans?” Jay choked on his beer. “Now look, you made Jay lose a chip! Don’t worry, I’ll send in the rescue squad!” Tom grabbed a bigger chip and began to dig under the broken piece that Jay left behind. “Oh man, this dip is thick! Look at the steam, too! It’s hot as fuck!”

Jay was focusing every muscle in his body to try and keep his inevitable erection under control. The smell, the sound of the refried beans mucking around in the skillet, and the mention of Jay’s secret fantasy began to pile up. Then the unthinkable happened. Tom’s rescue chip had too much torque, and when it freed the abandoned chip, it took a giant glob of refried beans with it. The trajectory was set straight on Jay’s chest and landed square in the middle of his torso. The steaming glob sat there and slowly began to slide down his shirt. What the others had perceived on Jays face as disgust and anger was actually raw sexual energy. Jay had never felt this level of heat on his loins in public. The table fell silent.

“Oh, man! I’m so sorry, dude!” cried Tom as he handed him some napkins. “I got that all over you. Your next beers on me!” Jay quickly stood up from the table.

“D-don’t worry about it, Tom. I’ll just go rinse it off real quick. I’ll be right back” Sputtered out Jay as he made his way to the washroom. He was the only one in there, and when he caught sight of himself in the mirror with the mess all over his shirt, it was immediately too much to handle. Bursting out of his pants, Jay hurried into a stall and furiously unbuckled his pants and freed the beast that had manifested in his drawers. In an unplanned turn of relatively fortunate events, the mass of refried beans slid off of Jays shirt and glopped directly onto his rock hard shaft. He froze at the beautiful display. His hand found its way to his cock, beans and all, and he began to finish what he started in the car. The refried beans slopped up and down Jays cock as he stroked vigorously. With his free hand, he scooped up the remainder from his shirt and cupped his balls with his bean-hand. Thirty seconds later, and the show was just about over. With an intense throb, Jay released all the pent up sexual bean energy he had built up all day. The refried beans on the head of his cock mixed with the cum that fired away and left a suspicious splatter on the wall of the stall. Jay leaned up against the wall and cleaned up as best he could. Light-headed, he started back towards the table.

Jays bathroom rendezvous settled his tenacity, and he was able to finish his meal like a normal person. Tom caught a ride home with Nav, and they all parted ways. Jay was alone with his thoughts again in his car. Westy’s words replayed in his head. “I bet he’s tried to fuck a bean! Fuck a bean! Fuck a bean!” There was no stopping the intrusive thoughts. Unbeknownst to the world, Jay had a secret bean plant behind the house, growing for his ultimate fantasy. He cultivated and cared for this secret bean plant for a very long time to grow it as big and thick as possible. Tonight was going to be the night. Jay was going to fuck a bean.

Jay’s dad was already in bed when he got home. Jay put his things away and slipped into something more comfortable. As quiet as a mouse, he found the biggest pot he could find in the kitchen and filled it with water. The burner was set to medium high - high enough to start a boil, but low enough to keep it steady. He snuck out the back door and around the side of the shed. There she was. She was beautiful. The secret plant had grown to produce a mega bean pod two and a half feet tall. It had the girth of an American football.

“Hello, gorgeous. Hello, my Bean Queen” Whispered Jay as he carefully picked his Bean Queen from the stalk. He wrapped her in a towel and carried her inside. The pot had reached a low, steady boil. Jay slowly lowered his Queen into the water with the top half sticking out. A timer was set for five minutes, but it felt like hours. Keeping lookout and maintaining the proper heat of the pot was not an easy task, especially with such shaking hands. After a seeming eternity of heart racing and pacing, it was finally time.

The bottom of the Bean Queen had boiled to a soft consistency while the top remained firm. She was perfect. Jay carried her to his room like a bride on her wedding night and laid her down on his bed with the same care. He closed his door lightly. He never closed his door all the way, but an unusually closed door would be easier to explain than what he was about to do. Jay had kept a set of three candles for this exact situation. He turned off the lights and set the mood with the crimson red candles and his carefully curated “Sweet Love” playlist. The slow intro of the first song crept into the air as he began to undress. It was all happening just as he planned it.

Now that Jay was baring all, he slowly walked his nude body over to his bed with his Bean Queen still bundled up in her towel. Corner by corner, Jay delicately unfolded the wraps that covered his forbidden love. He was not nervous. His nerves had peaked and ascended to pure passion. His Queen was now just as he wanted her. Jay crawled into bed, straddling the beautiful, oversized bean pod. Calling it an erection would have been an understatement. As the head of his shaft grazed the skin of the bottom of the pod, Jay felt the sexual electricity course through his body. He leaned on his elbows and carressed the top of his Queen and kissed her lightly. “It’s time, baby. Daddy’s been waiting for you.” He whispered so low and sensually as he started to press his cock into the bottom of the Queen Bean. Jay had prepared her perfectly. There was just enough resistance in the skin of the pod to call for him to force just a little bit. With a little convincing, the pod was breached. Jay was in. The ecstasy overloaded his mind. He stood up on his knees and held his Queen close to his torso, but still inside her. He thrusted lightly up and down and moved her in the opposite direction. The motion and timing synced up, and Jay was flawlessly penetrating the bean.

Time seemed to slow down but blur simultaneously. Jay tried every position he could imagine. Standing on the floor with the Bean Queen face down on the bed. Laying down with the Queen on top. It was when he was laying on his side, spoon-fucking the Bean Queen that he really struck gold. Jay was able to pound enough of the bean down and penetrate deep enough that he started to hit the actual beans inside the pod. The warmth of the partially-boiled bean felt like heaven as the solid beans pushed against his urethra. Jay had almost had enough, but he didn’t want it to end. Not so soon.

Jay extracted his bean pole from the Queen Bean and paused to catch his breath. He was still solid as a rock. So hard that it hurt. Jay decided it was time to make it all about the Bean. He positioned his Queen up against the headboard and gently kissed her all the way from the top down to her soft bottom. He began to lick, suck and swirl his tongue around the entry hole he had created. It was never in his fantasy to go down on the bean, but the heat of the moment was Jay's guide tonight. He spent enough time down there that he had all but extracted one of the inner beans from the Queen Bean’s pod. That gave Jay a deliciously filthy idea. Using his mouth and hands, Jay sucked and fingered the bean out of the pod. It was cooked from the boiling and just large enough to fit in one hand. He repositioned to introduce himself back into his Queen. This time she was face down, and Jay was wasting no time. He busted in a new hole in the back of the Queen Bean and got back to work, only this time, he was chowing down on one of the inner beans. The taste of the freshly cooked bean and the smell of the bean-sex took Jay to another dimension. Here was heaven. This was everything Jay had dreamed it would be. This was fantasy.

As all good things must come to an end, so must even the most salacious. The last bite of the lewd snack he had extracted from his Queen signaled the end of this escapade. Jay was reaching his summit. With increasingly slow, deep thrusts, Jay started to see stars. His cock thrust into the fibrous bean-skin one last time. The angels sang. The fireworks launched. His eyes crossed, his legs trembled and every muscle below his waist throbbed rhymically. He finally collapsed next to his Bean Queen. In a state of delirious exhaustion, he snuggled next to the half soggy, half firm overgrown bean that had been his fuck toy for the last hour. He knew he needed to get rid of the evidence, but first, he had to wind down and have some pillow talk with his Queen. He got a little too comfortable and began to doze off. Everything felt so perfect that he could fight it no longer. Jay was fast asleep.

As it always does, the morning sun rose over the flat horizon. Jay’s father was up just in time to see it begin. The sky was clear but just cloudy enough to paint a majestic portrait of purple and fire as far as the eye could see. When Jay was a little boy, his father would wake him up in the mornings before work to share beautiful sunrises such as this one. For the sake of nostalgia, he went to go wake up his son to share the moment. Slightly confused that his door was closed all the way, Jay’s father quietly crept up to his room. He smelled a familiar smell that took him back far before Jay was born. A wave of emotion crashed over the old man. He slowly and stealthily cracked the door just enough to see in, and there he saw it. His son sprawled buck naked next to an obviously fucked giant bean. The music was still playing, and there was no doubt that his son had acted on his deeply hidden sexual feelings for beans. A tear formed in his father’s eye.

“That’s my boy.” He gently closed the door. Jay’s father wiped his tears and sipped his coffee on the patio as the sun rose over the bean field. “Just like your old man, huh?” He pondered to himself. “I guess this farm’s gonna be alright after all.”