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.
Nonsexual Memory
Mortorcycle Riding
The grey asphalt blurs under the wheels of the motorcycle, the yellow lane markers strobe past us and the flat prairies slowly rotate by like a slow motion movie. There isn't another vehicle on the road, with the exception of us. We're traveling west, west from the pathetic jobs of the east - from the life crowded by the demands of our time.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Bad Boys, Bad Boys
It doesn't have a lakefront or even a river nearby like most cottages do, but we like it anyway because it's so private. It's the perfect getaway after a stress-filled week of work in the city. For a dozen years it's enabled us to escape on weekends without getting sucked into the vortex of Friday evening traffic clogging the highways leading north to the more popular resort areas.
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.
Out in the Carolina Tobacco Fields
Jimmy finally took me and we moved out to where the water was up to our pecks. He beat our cocks together as we kissed, while his other hand explored my ass. After about 5 minutes of our both exploring each other in this way, he lifted me up and slid his cock into me. The water wasn't cold (this was mid- June) but I felt shivers run up my spine as he started to pump. The great joy of being in the water was that I could hold onto his neck while he fucked and jacked me off. The sensual nature of the setting had us both ready to shoot our loads. As Jimmy came in me, I shot my cum into the water. It seemed minutes before we had finished cumming. Jimmy carried me in the same postition up to the shore: We were still in the water, and Jimmy seemed ready to fuck in a more traditional manner.
Farmboy
I had become uncontrollably aggressive. Perhaps it was starting to be rape, but I just had have his balls and prick. We wrestled in the hay a real long time. I finally got his bib straps unsnapped and pulled his coveralls off. He wasn't wearing any shorts and lay there bare ass naked. He had cupped himself with his hands, but I pried them away, gripped his dick, and fondled his balls. He was still squirming and bucking trying to stop me but I got him uncapped, exposing his swollen red tip. I put it in my mouth and held his balls. Justin tried to pull my head away. I just kept sucking. It must have finally started feeling real good. Justin slowly relaxed his grip and instead of trying to pull me off, he pushed my head down for more. I had subdued him.
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