He loved having some hunky fellow suck his huge preacher's cock through the fly of his shorts, and he was more than willing to return the favor. As his awesome gluts always attracted so much attention from his male brethren, he was no stranger to spanking, paddling, rimming, fucking, or dildos. Graham Atwood saw no reason to be ashamed of his sexuality. The Lord had made him gay, and he was determined to enjoy that lifestyle as much as possible. Atwood, in short, was not only a highly-gifted man academically, but also was blessed with something many hate-mongering "preacher men" had none of....humility AND commonsense.
The Preacher with the Gigantic Hands and Horse Cock
Cousins
The water was awesome. Perfectly warmed by the sun - and perfectly occupied by my now naked cousin. We swam around for a bit and shot the shit. I asked about his plans for college, and he asked me all the junk about college - classes, grades - how many girls I had slept with etc. Then he suggested we play a little water wrestling. Now I was in a bind. If I said no, he would wonder why, If I said yes, he would almost surely find my hardon. So, I took my chances - after all, this way I could "accidently" run my hand accros his cock a couple times I figured.
Country Side
He than began to go faster and faster fucking me good than he grunted loudly and began to cum deep inside me load after load in me i shoot my load all over the floor as he came inside me. After his cock finally became soft and he pulled slowly out. We went up stairs and began to shower and clean off. After we showered we got dressed and went our separte ways. Later that summer I returned for another day of hot sex. I knocked at the door and John showed up with a big smile on his face he brought me in and took me upstairs to his bedroom where we undressed and began to suck each others cock once we both had raging hardons he bent me over the bad and lub up my boy hole nice and good and slowly pushed his huge cock in side me.
Country Boys' First Experience
Do you remember that first day? It doesn't matter if you are closeted, or out, flaming, or butch we all had that exact same day. The day we woke up and realized we were different from everyone else, the day we realized we were gay. It doesn't matter if we fought it to begin with, or if you embraced it the second it slapped you in the face. But we all had that day, and mine went something like this.
Christmas And Mark
I went downstairs just as the phone began to ring. I switched on the tree lights on the way to the phone. Guess it is Mom with an update on what is happening. But it was my friend Mark. He lives on the next farm, about a mile away, and we have been best friends forever. Same age, same class in school, same interests. We both play soccer and at least try to compete in track. He is slightly taller than me and blond with blue eyes. Hey dude, he said. Opened your presents yet? At my house, we always opened on Christmas Eve. I told him what had happened. There was a lot of silence from his end.
Small Holding
My older brother joined me under the bed clothes and then arranged my skinny body to his satisfaction. I felt his massive organ slide between the cheeks of my arse, until it pressed against my brown hole. I bit my lip while his fleshy monster penetrated the hot, tight tunnel.
Farm Story Between Maruis And Georg
"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".
Orphan's Rural Tail Spanking
Danny was a decent man who had taken me in after my parents had been killed in a tragic accident, and, with my sister's help, raised me as his own. The year was 1950, a time when boys expected to be kept in order with corporal punishment. Most lads had outgrown the need for physical discipline by the age of 16. Although I had passed that milestone, Danny showed no sign of slowing down.
Down At The Creek
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.
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.
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