I wanted some experiences. And experiences is what I got, though not what I was expecting. The farmer only hired me because I completed a bible passage he quoted. I took the job because of the the farmer's stepson. He was 18 years old and had a thin frame that had that adolescent gangliness and a handsome face with full, wide and pouty lips. I was extremely sexually attracted to him.
Aspiring Writer Gets Unexpected Farm Hand Experience
The Family Farm Gay Sex With Nephew
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.
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.
The Guest
No breath of air moved in the oppressive heat. Everything shimmered in the haze. Now and again a swirl of dust would roll and eddy in a curious mini whirlwind motion, but it never seemed to reach you for even that choking dust would be most a most welcome relief from the oppressive heat.
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".
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.
The Preacher with the Gigantic Hands and Horse Cock
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.
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.
Doing It For Veggies
I had gotten a job loading hay for one of the biggest hay producers in the county and was very glad to get it. For a kid going on fifteen, it was a lot of money, although the work was hard and the temperature in Texas in the summer is very hot. Shortly before school was out, I had made friends with a guy name Bill.
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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