God, he was hot. All fuzzy haired around his pucker, ring stained with brown shit, but smooth and wet with nervous sweat. I'd feed him a couple fingers, holding his head back by his long black hair, rummaging in his throat, feeling up his tongue. The boy got his tongue out to lap at my lube fingers. Man, oh man! " Lube'm good baby," I coaxed and he'd just gurgle and smile and slather all over my pinkies. By then, he'd have dug himself a little rut in the pine needles. Boy could never keep any nails on his fingers.
Fucking the Prayers ouf of the Bibleboy
Horny Guy Tails From Minnesota
Skip wasn't exactly what you would call bright, and I had him buck-naked before he knew what hit him. I got him talking about the size of girl's tits and shit, then talked him into having a pissing contest.
Hot 18yo With Full 7 Inch Thick Cock Lick Hired Hand's Boots
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.
Hot And Restless
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.
Hot Story
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.
Island In Winter
The field had been hovering near minimums and the freezing level all day and from the look of it, and according to Flight Service, was going to remain that way till noon the next day. Except for the boy manning - or would it be more correct to say "man boying?" - the coffee shop, I was alone and certain to remain that way for another hour until my sheep returned from town and we could leave the island. Bangor was reporting 1200 ceilings and 3 miles visibility, so I had no doubt of our ability to return despite takeoff weather.
Joe's Day Off
Joe, a farm boy, had over slept and it was now 6 O'clock. His daily work was suppose to be done by 5:50 which included feeding and milking the cows, getting the eggs from the chickens, and cleaning the barn. He was supposed to get these chores done before he left for school at 6:10.
first time
Johnny
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.
Kidnaped In Iowa By Bondage Cop
Having prepared myself, I crept cautiously towards the kitchen door. Every board seemed to scream. My heart was pounding so wildly that I could hear the blood gushing in my ears. I was drenched with a cold sweat.Could I do this? Woiuld I do this? I was driven by a compulsion. After I stepped outside, the cold night air enveloped me. My teeth began to chatter. The adrenalin had hit my system, though. I looked up at the crisp, clear moonless sky. It had to be tonight. I had waited a week for the new moon to conceal my activities.
Lesson in Roping in the Big Sky Country
He had only recently finished vet school and had moved to Montana to take over the practice of a retiring veterinarian, old Doc Johnson. Although Mitch was trained in large animal and livestock medicine, the whole idea of having a practice of his own in a whole new place was pretty overwhelming at first....
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