"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.
Mountain Man Muscle Bear
Farm Work Turns Dick Hard and Fills Asses
He nearly ran the four-way stop, hardly recognizing the dirt road crossing the highway as a route of transportation. It dawned on him this was the dirt road he was looking for, and turned down it, still lost in his thoughts of anger and desire. It seemed like the road hadn't been traveled in ages, and some of the holes washed out by the spring rains seemed more like gullies. He spotted an old ramshackle house up ahead, and figured he'd made it. He pulled in the "driveway", got out of the truck and walked up to the house, knocked loudly and waited. Nothing happened. He knocked again. Still nothing. He was getting more and more pissed, standing there waiting when he heard "You must be Craig. I'm Tom," and whirled around to look.
Fucking the Prayers ouf of the Bibleboy
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
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.
Boy Pulled Over By Giant Cop and Caught Staring Him Up
With that, the giant cop walked around to the front of my car, lifted the hood, and leaned forward to inspect the engine. As I stood back, I couldn't help but stare at his body. He wasn't one of those steroid induced bulging veins and muscles types. Rather, he had a rounded muscular appearance, with his body pressed against the material of his uniform. As he leaned forward, my eyes fixed on his butt and thighs. His butt was large and full and his uniform gripped it like a second skin. "Boy . . . " he shouted. Escaping my stare, I noticed that he was looking back at me from under the hood. Oh shit, I thought too myself, did he catch me staring at his ass? "Did you know your distributor cap is missing?" he asked rhetorically.
Sex With Southern Mechanic Guy
"Yeah, guy, I've got a state map hangin' on the wall in my office. You're more than welcome to look it over." His words sounded genuine and friendly. Almost personally inviting! I began to babble about how hot it was and how glad I was to find this station as I followed him around the gas pump to the office. My hard-on stiffened a few more inches as my eye caught the deep wedgie he sported in the seat of his overalls. His narrow hips and bubble butt looked like the perfect refreshment for this sultry summer afternoon. I intentionally let my hand graze his his as he held the door open for me. He caught the hint and flashed me a knowing man-smile.
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.
Sharing A Bed with the Farm Hand At The Ranch
His name was Derek and he was twenty-four years old. He worked a long and hard day, always being quietly efficient and always knowing what to do next without having to be told. He was as country-oriented as I was, and loved ranching. Mom quickly learned she could really count on him, and soon she stopped thinking about selling the ranch. Meanwhile, I grew closer to Derek than I had ever been to my real brothers.
Sugar Is So Sweet
The season had been good with great rains backed up by the use of artesian water. I was checking the lower field when I heard sounds emanating from the thick growth, it sounded like pigs were in the cane I could hear grunting and wheezing.
My Cousin Andy and His Greek Ways Part 1
My dad, David's brother, did his best to keep us all in touch with each other so that we wouldn't become too removed from being a family. It was only David and my dad. We had no grandparents living, and mom had moved away to pursue a career in another state. So, it had been just my dad and me for many years. Cousin Andy and I were about a year apart in age, me being the oldest.
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