Gay Farm Sex Stories - Page 3

I remembered him pulling down my pants and pausing for a moment, and then continuing with his frantic effort of taking off all my clothes. I then saw what he was doing, because he removed his first pair of trousers, and quickly put them on me. He them removed his jacket, and put that around me and then held me tight and rubbed me all over, trying to warm me up. After I while I was able to move my arms, and I tried my hardest to put my arms around him, instead he put my arms around his body, under all the layers of clothing he had left (jersey and shirt). Because that part part of Alaska is so cold, one generally wears more than one of everything - lucky for me.
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I grabbed his cock of course, and Johnny moved my hand off but I kept looking. I knew it was a dick like mine, but big like my dad's. Dad's was big round, not to long, and had skin on the end. I had seen cocks of all sizes young and old (peeing in the field or out behind the barn is common in the Midwest, and I looked, not peeked)...But in all my life, this was the first one I had seen that was sticking out in the open and really big like dad's.
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I carefully put my hand on his waist, gently raised the elastic material about an inch and slowly slid my hand into his suit. I felt warmth and some hair as my hand moved farther down into his crotch. His dick was pointing down, held in place by the tight swim suit and I used two fingers to gently ease his dick head back to where I had more room to maneuver. It came slowly at first and then fell backward with a tiny little plop. But what a disappointment! The reason it made a tiny little plop was because it was a tiny little dick and besides that, the friction of his dick head against the inside of his suit made him stir and roll over. I didn't even get to hold the whole thing in my hand: not that it would have taken my whole hand to hold it.
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"Don't be so shocked, little Georg!", he said with a grin. "There are often stockmen or drifters here. Some I have bummed and I've taken a few myself". He cleared his throat. "Maybe, someday, I'll settle down, marry a pretty girl and raise a family. Meantime, I like to have fun with the casual help".
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The farmer spoke only broken English and said "Gootmorn" mostly for my benefit, then turned to Hans and conversed in German. We helped feed the cattle and clean out the stalls, then put the horses to pasture. All to the memories of my uncles farm in Illinois. After our chores we headed for the house where breakfast was waiting. We were hungry and we must have devoured everything in sight, it was the best meal I have had in weeks (shipboard food leaves much to be desired). When finished, Hans thanked them in German and I nodded approval, we started out across the field.
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I was still in high school back then running eighteen, and beginning to get that ol' itch between my legs. I tried talking to my brother about it, but he had his head in the clouds for a girl that lived on the next spread up the road. He'd sneak off just about every night after supper, and go trottin'up to their place to see her. They had a secret place in a Tamarak stand where they could mess around without being caught by her ol'man.
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"Pat," I said. I was feeling incredible lust for this huge man now, but I didn't want to show it. He looked powerful and I didn't want him angry with me.
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James my nephew placed a hand on my left shoulder. I turned to see the boy of 20 who looked like 16 and smiled as he mouthed the word "wow" to me. We both eased our way out of the room as I closed the door. We returned back to our room. There may have been 5 bedrooms, but James had wanted to share a room with me. He had been like a 10 year old when he first came to live with me 6 months ago. Only recently did he feel comfortable with himself.
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Paul was the big handyman. He towered over me, and had a thick silvery pelt covering his chest and back, arms and legs, everywhere I could see. At that moment I could see a lot. He was wearing nothing but his shoes and cutoff shorts. And I was buck naked. The sun was blazing, so he must not have seen me in the shadows because he spread out a big orange towel and dropped his shorts. His pubes were so thick and black, and his heavy cock dangled over a pair of huge furry balls. I couldn't breath, let alone move.
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As the dust settled, I could hear Rob coughing, trying to clear the sandy grime from his throat. "Where the fuck ya think you're goin' Kid, a fire?", he asked. I watched as he pulled out his red bandanna and wiped the dirt of his disgruntled face. The sweat formed rivulets meandering over his pecs and down over his muscled gut - then racing toward the bulging crotch hidden beneath his well-worn 501's. I didn't know just why, but I had always been drawn to the sight of a working cowboy, but I had - and here stood a perfect example of the type my mind worshipped.
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