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Country

By: nisaea



-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. -

Here I am, three weeks after finishing my third college year, driving south the farm of a friend of my mother's. He said to my mom; "I need some hard working help this summer at the farm, you think you're William could be interested? The weekly pay is really interesting!" Of course I was! Spending the summer outside the city with horses, near infinite fields and forests to explore... And I'm feeling confident about my physical condition; I started training with the college's decathlon team at my very first year. I'm not the best in the team, but through those three years, I've collected some medals and trophies. 

After a few hours, I finally see his farm on the other side of the river. I take the small wooden bridge and then park my car in the alleyway. Just as I'm getting out of the car, I see my mother's friend walking out of the stable. "Hi! I'm William." Oh, yes of course. Come in, I'm Sam. You can bring your stuff inside the house, my wife will show you to your room." When I enter the house, I see his wife in the kitchen, probably fixing dinner. After the usual pleasantries, she shows me to my room and tells me to be back down in twenty minutes, dinner will be served. 

As I unpack, I look outside to the vast plains around the house and the forest at the other end of them. Then, just below my window, I see a girl slowly riding a great black horse. She's absolutely amazing! Long blond hair without the trace of curls, a beautiful face and the body that goes with it. I can't see much of it though, she's completely dressed. But I can see that under those long jeans and shirt, she probably hides something equally amazing. I suddenly realize that my summer here will probably be more fun than I expected. 

During supper, with Kathy sitting beside me, Sam explains to me what my work will be like. My summer will probably be fun, but it also will be really hard physically. I don't really care at the moment, I only think about Kathy with whom I'm already beginning to become friends. I was afraid that she might be a classic dumb blond, but she's not at all. She only lives here during summer, the rest of the time she lives in the city, studying for her biology degree. When we start talking about college and our futures, Sam and Thelma are somewhat pushed out of the conversation. Laughs make their way through the previously shy talks, and quickly relax the tensed atmosphere. When we finish our meals, Kathy gets up, takes my hand and guides me upstairs. 

While we were climbing up the stairs, she asks me to show her the music I was talking about during dinner. Her room is just across the hall from mine and when I open my door, she stops and tells me that she'll go change her clothes to something more comfortable. I feel shivers run up and down my spine when she says that. It's probably nothing like I hope it is, but the way she said it leaves a sweet doubt in my head. After taking the CD out of my bag, I put it on the bed and take my portable CD player out as well. Then, from across her room, she asks me if I would like her to bring her own sound system. "Of course, I only have a small portable system." "I'm coming in just a minute." When she enters my room seconds later, I think to myself that she could've chosen another word than coming, but anyway...

What she now wears is not utterly sexy, but it has it's definite charm; old and loose boxers with and equally loose tank top. Her long legs are nude and my eyes can't help but to literally lick a stare up their length. Their golden skin, probably from the three past weeks under the sun, their sexy shape and the way she walks are getting me quite stimulated. Sitting down on the bed with me, she looks at the CD and confirms that she never heard about the group. She then gets up and places the stereo on my wooden desk and bends down to plug it. Suddenly, the tank top that was completely covering her breasts is now floating away from them, revealing an ample amount of white and creamy skin. When she kneels down completely, the side of her top opens even more to totally expose her right breast. It's simply beautiful. She has full breasts but they stand firmly, bobbing up and down just enough to make my light-headed. Before getting up, she turns her head towards me and sees my eyes glued to her breasts before I have the time to react. As she gets up, she pulls her top higher a bit, completely hiding her breasts. She looks really shy; "I'm sorry, I'm usually alone here with my parents so..." "Don't be sorry, my god, you're beautiful. You gave me a gift right there and you don't realize it." She seems to feel better and looks at me, but the following few silent seconds are quite tense. Nobody knows what to say or do. 

Kathy then breaks the silence by saying; "And anyway, what does it change in my or your life if you saw my breasts or not?" "...it changes that I know that you're even more beautiful than I thought." After giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, she thanks me for the compliments and takes the CD from my hands. She puts it in and presses the "play" button before sitting back on the bed with me. After about fifteen minutes of listening to that soft Irish music, she asks me if she can rest her head on my shoulder. When she does, she also wraps her arm around mine and lets our fingers brush against one another. We talk and talk, finding common interests easily and simply having fun with each other. She talks to me about a lake in the forest, about 15 minutes from the house. I'm anxious to see it because we can swim in it during the hot summer days. I get up to change the CD about an hour later. I put on another of my favorite and come back to the bed. 

This time she's sitting against the wall, her legs extended out towards the rest of the room. When I sit down, she notices that I hesitate before finding a position. With only a few signs, she invites me to lay down and put my head on her thigh. When I feel her burning skin against me neck, I close my eyes for a few seconds. She then puts her hand on my chest and when I look up at her, I see that she closed her eyes too, listening to the music. I take this golden opportunity to look at her breasts, only inches away from my wanting eyes. She then bends forwards and grabs a pillow, but doing so, she presses one of her breasts against my nose. Pulling back quickly, she says once more that she's sorry. "Stop saying that. You didn't hurt me, quite the contrary. You simply gave me a sample of what only your boyfriend can really taste. " "I don't have any boyfriend, haven't had one for nearly a year." She says that in a low tone, looking directly at me. I don't know exactly why she does it but I feel like she's about to say even more. "I can't help but to say that I'm sorry because..." After a silence, she goes on; "...because I'm doing it deliberately. I'm teasing you William. No man has caressed me since I broke up with my last boyfriend, and I can't help but to feel all those funny things towards you. " "Funny?" "Yes, really funny, know what I mean?" I don't know quite how to answer, it's the first time a girl speaks to me that way. I'm totally caught off guard, but I like it a lot. While she talked, she had her hand in my hair and now her fingers are the only things that keeps us from a total silence. I then ask; "Why me, I bet that there are a lot of guys who would kill to have you. " "Think what you want, but for now, I want you. You're so sweet, so honest and right now my body wants yours." Her voice turned to a loud whisper for the last few words. 

Slowly, I turn my head towards her belly and, with my shivering fingers, I lift her top a few inches. After seeing her skin shining faintly, I kiss her softly. Tracing a fine line across her belly, I sometime open my mouth and lick her honey-like skin. I hear her breathe responding to my kisses and feel her hands guiding my head while caressing my hair. She softly tells me; "Don't get your hopes to high, I don't know how far I'll let you go tonight." I don't care, I don't know how far I can go myself without going into sensual shock! Sliding one of her hands from my head to her belly, she slowly pushes her top up, revealing more and more of her delicious skin. The minutes are long but the feelings are incredible. When I feel her hand stopping, I notice that it's around her left breast. I go on kissing my way up, just below her finger while her breathing still speeds up. When her fingers reveal the beginning of the underside of her breast, I close my eyes and taste the beauty before me. Licking the curve under the precious weight of her flesh, I taste her delicate flavor; sexy and summer-like. I can clearly taste summer on the skin under her breast. 

She then pushes my chin down and guides my kisses down to her belly. When my cheek brushes against her boxer's elastic waistband, I wait for her next delightful offer. Slipping her thumb behind the elastic she slowly, so ever slowly, pulls her boxer down. My lips explore like in a dream the whiter regions of her skin, feeling the subtly increasing temperature. Her heavy breathing turn into quiet moans, barely audible sounds of a hidden heaven. Suddenly, my lips brush across a few of her pubic hairs. When I take one between my lips and gently pull it, she takes a deep breath and let the air out through a long moan. A few seconds later, my lips plant their kisses completely on the top of her blond bush, loosing themselves in pleasure. 

"That's enough for tonight William." The nervous shaking in her voice tells me what I wanted to know. She's quite aroused and the summer's just beginning. When she gets up to go to her room, I stop her and get up too. She stands just before me, and when I open my arms just a bit, she moves to me and puts her arms around me. After feeling my own arms around her back, she starts to gently kiss my neck. A few seconds later she slides her mouth around my chin and teasingly brushes her lips against mine. When she gently licks my lower lip with her tongue, I can't control myself any longer and give her a real kiss. In merely seconds, the strange "first kiss" feeling is forgotten and transformed into pure passion. Our tongues entwined without either of us holding back and my hands start to roam all over her back. Her body comes alive with the kiss and she pushes her hips against mine, clearly feeling my hard cock. I let a small moan reach her ears when she starts rotating her hips up and down to massage my cock. 

Slowly I slip my hands down to the small of her back and feel my fingers touching her boxers. When I decide to wait a bit longer before going down to her buttocks, I feel one of her arm reaching around to my hand and push it down. When I lower my second hand and push her ass up in my hands, she breaks the kiss in a moan and moves her mouth to my ear. Feeling and hearing her hard breathing against my ear, I shiver when she starts to caress it with her tongue. Taking a short pause, she tells me, panting with excitation; "Slip your finger inside, I want to feel your skin against my ass." Reaching down to her nude thighs, I move back up under the loose boxers and squeeze them together between her buttocks. Cupping them in my warm hands, I push her up and feel her hip massage even better. Her whole body's hot but her buttocks are burning. 

Without any warnings, she pulls my tee shirt over my head and throws it to the floor. Then she raises her top over her breasts and wraps her arms around me again. When she pulls me back close to her, I feel once again an incredible heat from her breasts. Soft yet firm, they spread lightly on my chest and cover me with their sweet femininity. Then, bending her knees, she lets them move down from my chest to my belly, giving me a long taste of their incredible tenderness. 

Again without warnings, she pulls back and brings her top down. Looking at me with a smile; "Are you planning to go to the lake tonight?" Really puzzled, I answer; "I don't know, why?" "If you do, maybe you'll see me, I go there each night, I love to feel the water all around my nude body..." And then, with a sensual look, she turns around and leaves my room. Letting myself fall back on the bed, I look at the clock to see that it's already past ten o'clock. Night has already covered the day with its dark cloak, so I guess I have no time to waist. After putting back my tee shirt, I grab one of the large wool blankets on the floor in the closet and head downstairs. Sam and Thelma are sitting in the living room, listening to TV. I tell them that I'm going for a walk. 

After about ten minutes, I reach the other side of the field and enter the forest. Kathy was right about the path; it's clearly visible under the moonlight, I can't loose my way. I finally reach the small lake and spread the blanket in a small recess of the sandy rim. On each side of the blanket are dense bushes and I can clearly see the entire lake from this point. It's so perfect I have the feeling that this spot was cut out just for a blanket. Anyway, I lay down on my back and wait, looking at the lake. I'm still very hard from Kathy's caresses and start to massage my cock through my jeans cut-offs. After ten minutes, with no signs of Kathy anywhere, I unbutton my jeans and slip them out, putting them just beside me. Then, pushing my boxers down a bit, I grab my cock with my other hand and start pumping hard. With long and slow strokes, I know I can go on long enough to wait for Kathy without exploding. Pulling my other hand back up to my cock, I gently wrap it around my balls and massage them. After rubbing the pre-cum all over the head of my cock, I make an "o" with my index and thumb. Sliding it around my head, I slowly pump it up and down in short strokes, each one of them bringing me closer to climax. 

She suddenly appears on the sand, wearing a white bikini and holding a large beach towel in her hand. After laying it down on the sand near the waterline, she puts her hands behind her back and unhooks her bikini top. Still pumping my cock slowly, I raise myself on an elbow, looking at the amazing display of charm in front of me. Slowly, she walks in the water until it reaches her upper thighs. She then slips her hands down on her belly and it seems like she's going to take her bottom off too. It only hangs with a small knot, where the strings come together on the side of her waist. But I can only see her from behind and it seems that she's simply caressing herself through or under her bikini. After a few silent minutes, her legs begin to shake and faint moans reach my ears. She quickly pulls her hands up while taking in a sharp breath. She doesn't seem to have reached a climax, but she sure came very near. Turning her head around, she looks at me and says; "What are you waiting for? I'm waiting for you." Pulling my boxers completely down, I get up and walk towards her. I step in the water while throwing my tee shirt and walk behind her. 

When I put my hands around her hips and press my hard cock against her spandex-clad buttocks, she moans and put her hands on her own hips and grabs her bikini. Pulling it up, she makes the thin string disappear between her fleshy buttocks, letting my cock nestle its way between them. Then, with her hands behind my waist, she pulls me closer to her, rubbing her ass sideways to caress me. When she starts to push her ass up and down against me, it's my turn to feel my knees weakening. From her gyrating hips to her belly, my hands make their way higher on her smooth skin. I slow down to a painful progression hen my fingers reach the delicate underside of her breasts. As my fingers spread all over her breasts, she moves slowly forwards, pulling me with her. When the waterline nearly reaches her breasts, she stops and slips off her hands from my hips. 

Fondling her nipples between my fingers, I cup her breasts with a passionate strength, heaving them up through my massage. As I playfully lick her ear, I suddenly feel her bikini slipping off. My cock now finds itself being trapped between her buttocks, without anything blocking it. When she starts to move her hips up and down again, I can feel her delicate skin rubbing directly on me, with her buttocks on my upper thighs and my cock between them. With her hips gyrating, she slowly bends down, putting her hands on a big rock I hadn't seen before. It looks like a long table carved in the stone. It's perfectly flat on top and the smooth edges go down in the water. Letting my hands move back down, I caress the curves of her buttocks, hips and, reaching around, I lightly brush the hairy limits of her blonde bush. While she moves her ass up more than down, I feel the head of my cock slipping lower and lower to the warm recesses of her pussy. When the heat of her slit grazes the tip of my cock, I gently push forward, making my way between her lips. I reach her hole and feel it's warmth beginning to engulfing me. 

With a long, slow and uninterrupted stroke, I fill her pussy with my cock, pushing soft moans from both our mouths. As her muscles stretch effortlessly to let me slither inside her, I feel them clamping around my cock as to pull me in deeper. When I feel her buttocks pressed against my upper thigh, I pull back on her hips to reach a little farther in her depths. I stay that deep for a few seconds, before pulling back slowly. Even before getting nearly halfway out, I push back in harder this time, feeling her pussy muscles stretch once more. After pulling nearly completely out, I push back inside, then out, letting finally the rhythm guide my movements. I use her hips to pull me in each time, hitting her ass with each thrust. 

I feel my feet digging in the lake's bottom, the soft sand giving way under my repetitive motions. But as I get deeper, Kathy bends back up to get closer to me. It only takes a few minutes before she presses her back against my chest, pulling her arms over her head and behind mine. Turning her head to the side, she shows me the incredible effects I have on her. Her mouth lets out breathing moans and her eyes are expression quite clearly what she feels. I let one of my hands reach up once more to her breasts, cupping one of them fiercely. Through her heavy breathing, she asks me to pull harder on her breasts, which I do with pleasure. I feel her nipple being crushed under my finger, but the unmistakable goose bumps al over her breasts are proof enough; she's ecstatic! When I slide my other hand from her hip to her bush and go on lower to cup her whole mound, she moans out her approval loudly. Now guiding her hips with this well-snuggled hand, I can give longer thrusts and bring both of us nearer to that precious climax. 

But when I press her clit harder, I feel her whole body shivering and her pussy squeezing my cock. Wild moans fill the otherwise silent forest while she bends back down to her rock, putting one of her hands to her clit. With my own hands back on her hips, I push and pull her hips as hard as I can, while rotating my cock around in her pussy. I have never seen a girl having an orgasm this strong. It simply doesn't stop! She seems locked in the strongest part of the climax, unable and unwilling to get over it. Now I have to hold her hips not to fall out of her because she moves too much. Through her cries of pleasure, she moans; "Oh God!... it's so good it hurts." Slowly she moves closer to the rock and lifts a knee over it. Then the other knee follows and she asks me to continue to fuck her. The edge of the rock is exactly at the right height and while she's squatted down and has her knees spread pretty widely, her pussy is nearly touching down on the rock. 

Now she's not as wild as she was, but it's still apparent that her afterglow is still burning strongly. When she says; "Now it's your turn..." I nearly faint. I don't know how or why, but I realize that I'm still far away from my climax. Pleased with this strange situation, I pump harder in her dripping wet pussy. Slowly, she starts to turn around my cock. On her side for a few seconds, she then turns around even more to lie on her back on the rock. I never left her pussy, I simply let her turn slowly. Since the rock is only a few inches above the water, her legs are down in it. But when she lifts them to wrap the around my waist and pull me closer to her, I'm filled with intense sensations. Bending forward, I place my hands on the rock near her breasts and let all my wild desires guide my cock. As I see her breasts heaving up and down and her head twisting madly around, drowned in the sensations, I fuck her even harder. It's now my turn to moan loudly as I feel her pussy pulling me, sucking me deeper with each strokes. 


Country Advantage



Crickets sang in the background, accompanying Shelia on her walk. Summer had come, leaving it's handprint on the land. The grass was lush and damp beneath her feet. Recently mowed, bits stuck to her skin. It brought a smile to her face as she stuck her hand out and ran it across the stalks of corn to her right. Living in the country had its advantages.

It was twilight, that seam where day tries to turn into night. Purple and peach still tinged the nearly dark sky. Shelia tipped her head back and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of warm earth and dewy plants. It was the stuff dreams were made of.

She turned and headed back for the house, stretching as a yawn parted her lips. The back door slammed shut, and her boyfriend Todd stepped onto the porch.

"Enjoy yourself?" 

"Of course I did. Did you enjoy doing the supper dishes?" 

"Oh yes. I hate when it's my turn." 

"Such a man."

Todd narrowed his eyes and reached out, catching her wrist. He pulled her close, burying his face in the lemony scent of her long, dark hair. 

"I'm glad we moved out here. Country living suits you." 

"I agree. Now all we need is a cow." Shelia laughed and kissed Todd on his cheek.

"If you bring a cow home, you're the one that's going to be milking it." He gave her bottom a pat as she headed into the house.

Fresh, early summer faded into a heat wave. Scattered severe storms threatened nearly every day, and each time, Shelia thanked the stars that they had a basement. Storms were her undoing. She would watch out the windows at the menacing clouds, and then gather up something to keep her occupied and go sit in the basement. Todd would be outside on the porch watching the weather, and she swore she could hear him laughing at her through the walls.

"Hey baby. Ready for the record heat?" 

Shelia cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder and finished loading the dishwasher.

"Absolutely not. I think the air conditioner is doing something. The air isn't coming out very cold."

"The guys will be out on Monday to put in the central air. I know the window units suck, but it's better than nothing."

"Todd, it is nothing. I'm telling you, its breaking." 

"You're going to jinx it. It's supposed to be ninety-eight degrees today and you're telling the universe to break your only source of cool." His deep laugh drifted through the phone.

"Be quiet. When will you be home?"

"Probably around eight. I've got to stop at the store and pick up a few things for the show."

Todd's uncle was hosting a car show that weekend, and he asked for help putting together door prizes. Todd's job was to bring it home, and Shelia got to put it together in an appealing manner. She rolled her eyes at the thought. It was boy stuff. What's the fun in that?

"All right. Bring home dinner too; it's too hot to cook."

"Yes, lover. See you tonight. Love you."

"Love you too."

Shelia set her phone down and closed the dishwasher door. Next step was laundry. As she walked through the living room, outside air greeted her. 

"For serious?" The air conditioner wasn't cooling at all. It was being a fan pumping in hot air. "I told him."

Heaving a sigh, she flipped it off and unplugged the unit. After a few minutes of struggle, she managed to get it out of the window and it thumped to the floor. Outside air blasted her face, and she debated on keeping the house closed up and conserving the air as long as possible. Finally, she decided on that option.

Shelia gathered up all the fans and plugged them in all over the downstairs of the house. Pretty soon, she had a cyclone happening in the living room. With a satisfied smile, she went off to do the laundry that had gotten interrupted.

That evening, Todd pulled up in front of the house and saw that the windows were open.

"Uh-oh. The Empress isn't going to be happy." He laughed to himself.

Gathering up the bags of Chinese food, he climbed out of his truck and headed into the heat.

"Honey, I'm home." 

"Oh good. Welcome to Hell." Shelia rounded the corner, and Todd burst out laughing.

"Well aren't you sexy." Todd sat the bags on the table.

"Shut up." Shelia stuck her tongue out.

A pair of black boy-shorts panties covered (using that term loosely) her bottom half, and one of his wife beater tank tops was her shirt, but it was knotted under her breasts.

"Actually, you are very sexy."

"Stay away from me. It's too hot." Now that she wasn't alone in her misery, her spirits were lifting.

Todd changed into a pair of shorts and left his shirt off. It was terribly hot. Poor Shelia, stuck in it all day. When he entered the kitchen, Shelia had grabbed a plate and was sitting on the patio in the shade. He had to admit that it was cooler outside. 

They enjoyed their dinner as the sun slipped lower and lower, cooling the day off considerably. Shelia sat back in the chair, propping her feet on the table and stared off into the field. 

Todd drank in her appearance. Her face was flushed from the heat still, her hair was in a sloppy pony-tail at the nape of her neck, though little pieces had come free to frame her face and tickle her shoulders. The bottom part of her ass cheeks were visible, and Todd got a wicked idea.

"Get that look off your face. I told you I was hot."

"That you are. I know how to cool you down."

"Ha. I highly doubt that."

"Give it just a little longer. I want the sun mostly gone."

The night sounds enveloped them, and finally the sun lost the battle and dipped out of eyesight.

"Finally." Shelia sighed.

Todd stood and went around the side of the house. Her questions fell on deaf ears, and Shelia rolled her eyes. She heard something dragging through the grass, and turned in her chair. Todd appeared and the hose was in his hand.

He adjusted the head to the mist setting, and waved his hand slowly back and forth, fanning his queen with the sheer water.

"Ahh, that feels so good." Shelia closed her eyes and licked her lips, enjoying being cool for the first time that day.

"Just wait." Todd grinned, and moved closer. 

"How can it get better?" Shelia opened her eyes, watching Todd advance on her.

He set the hose down, letting the mist go where it may, and got down on his knees in front of her. He spread her legs, hooking one knee over the arm of the chair and the other over his shoulder. Todd pushed her shorts to the side, and buried his face between her legs. Shelia gasped as his tongue plunged between her lips. She scooted down on the chair to give him better access, and yelped as he drew her clit in between his teeth.

"You're my favorite. God you're good at this." Shelia's knees quivered as Todd nibbled her clit. 

He brought his hands up and spread her pussy open, his thumb pressing just to the side of her clit while his tongue drew circles and lapped at her lips. He sucked her into his mouth, and pushed his tongue inside of her. Shelia's hips moved, encouraging his attention, as he lightly tapped her clit with two fingers. It was tight and aching, demanding attention, much as his cock. 

Shelia was wet, her inner thighs slick with her desire, and he lapped at her, tasting her arousal. Her face was flushed, and she had brought her hands up, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between forefinger and thumb.

Todd pulled back and Shelia whimpered, only moments away from orgasm. He shushed her, and grabbed the hose, twisting the sprayer head off. Shelia frowned, confused as to what he was doing. Todd turned back to her, aiming the hose at her clit. 

"Oh my gooodd that's cold!" Shelia jerked, and Todd held her down.

"You like ice cubes but you think this is cold?" He laughed.

Todd let the water pour over her lower body, rinsing the heat and her slippery arousal away. After a moment Shelia got used to the temperature and then got back into it. Todd slid his thumb over the opening of the hose and made the water spray, causing it to blast against her clit.

Shelia shivered, her nipples tight buds riding high on her chest, and moments later she gasped as she came, her hips grinding the air. 

Todd threw down the hose and leaned in, sealing his warm mouth around her clit, sucking it hard, twirling his tongue around it. Shelia moaned at the temperature difference, and yelped as Todd stood and yanked her up beside him. Her pussy still quivered as Todd bent her over the back of the patio chair and lifted one of her legs, guiding his cock to her entrance. His cock felt like a furnace from hell compared to that water, and Shelia moaned as she rocked back against him, eager to be filled.

He slammed forward, sliding easily into her dripping pussy. He wasted no time fucking her, pumping quickly as he rushed to orgasm. Todd reached around and laid his hand on her lower stomach, using that for leverage as he rode her. Sliding his hand down another inch, his fingers brushed her clit and he made a 'v' around it, pressing into her tightly. Each thrust slid his fingers, and within a few seconds Shelia was whimpered as she came again.

Finally Todd grunted and gasped as he came, shuddering with the sensations. A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies, and Shelia's upper body collapsed against the chair. Todd gave one final lurch of his hips and withdrew, gasping as he did so. 

"I'll give you credit on this one. That was a very good idea." Shelia turned around and dropped onto the chair.

"I decided I may as well put summer in the country to use." A devilish grin lit up his face.

Shelia grinned, still striving to get her breathing under control. Todd watched as her chest heaved, her nipples straining against the now sheer fabric of the wet tank top.

"Maybe we better go in." His eyebrows rose and he gave a nod in the direction of her breasts.

"Why? The neighbors can't see my nipples." Shelia laughed.

"No, but I can. And I plan to see them up close and personal here in a few minutes."

"It's too hot inside." She stood and headed towards the back of the yard, angling her way towards the cornfield. 

"Where are you going?"

"You better hurry. I'm ready for round two."

"In a cornfield?"

His only answer was a laugh and the whispering of stalks as Shelia stepped through the green and disappeared.



Country Adventure



Anna looked up at Ben's face, he had a dreamy look in his eyes watching carefully as she enjoyed running her lips up his taut, velvety penis, reaching the tip and allowing her tongue to revel in the pre-cum she found there. Her lips then surrounded his shaft and she sucked the member into her aching throat.

She felt Ben twitch, his hips leaving the blanket for a moment and a groan emanating from his throat. 

He is going to cum quicker this morning than he did last night, she thought and quickened the pace of her titillation. Ben joined her, moving his hips in concert with her mouth, his body tensing as he called out,

"Oh my go.......d, I'm going to explode, aaaagh, aaaagh."

His first spurt hit the back of Anna's throat and she almost gagged as she removed his twitching weapon and used her hand to keep Ben's orgasm going as long as possible. She felt his semen land on her forehead then her arm and tee-shirt as he gradually de-tumesced.

Ben let out a sigh and let his head fall back on the blanket, his whole body relaxed.

"My god that was wonderful!" he whispered.

Anna was now somewhat excited herself. She reached up and caught Ben's hand guiding it to the damp warmth between her thighs. She rolled over on her back like a puppy wanting its tummy rubbed.

Ben bent over her as he gently moved his hand to feel her vagina territory, still covered by her slacks. She reached down and undid the zip then pushed down the top of the garment. Ben slipped the slacks down her legs as she raised her backside to assist.


As Ben put his hand back into place he could feel the wetness and heat through her knickers especially as he gently pressured his fingers into her vagina. He leant down and nibbled the damp cloth inhaling the aroma of sex and forcing his tongue into the cleft.

Anna pushed her knickers down, arching her hips then lifting her legs, slipping the undie off one leg, then with her feet back on the blanket she opened her thighs to fully enjoy Ben's ministrations.

His tongue penetrated between her labia, then curled to immediately hit the 'G' spot. Anna's hips twitched and the tongue moved up to excite the clitoris, then dived again deep into her vagina. She knew that she wouldn't hold back for long, that she would seek release very soon.

The speed of the probing tongue's oscillation increased as it moved from vagina to clitoris. Anna arched her body and started to call out;

"Ohhh I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Oh yes, Oh yes, aaaagh."

She exploded, her love juices running over the tongue and lips of her lover, her contractions transporting her into paradise.

This was the first time in years that Anna had enjoyed sex, let alone in the open, looking up into the morning sky, surrounded by the multi-coloured grey-green of the grasses and eucalypts.

Ben moved up alongside Anna and they both relaxed. He guided her hand to his new erection and she enclosed it like a baby with a bottle, taking comfort from its warmth. He rested his hand over her vagina, running his fingers through her soaked pubic bush.


Anna's mind went back to last night and how this sexual adventure had all started.

Ben, in his sixties, and Anna had come to the farm to set up the new business. Ben's wife Joyce had stayed back to oversee the closure of the offices. Anna and Ben had turned in to their respective bedrooms fairly early after drinking a bottle of red with dinner.

58 year old Anna had not been away from her husband for some time. Lying alone in the quiet room she reflected that she had not had sex for several years as her husband was impotent and she had no interest in anyone else. Something in the atmosphere started to titillate Anna whose hand moved under her nightie and her fingers caressed her vagina.

The night was warm, Anna threw off the blanket and sheet. Her legs bent and spread wide gave her unimpeded access and a clear view of her sex in the moonlight. Her hand moved slowly over her clitoris and she gently inserted two fingers between her labia. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the intense arousal and let her fantasies take hold.

So far gone was she that she did not notice Ben quietly entering the room on some nefarious mission. When he saw what was happening he came to a dead stop wondering how to announce himself.

"That looks wonderful! But please can I help?" he said.

That jolted Anna out of her reverie. Horror and embarrassment enveloped her and she just wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. Then she noticed, protruding from the fly in his shortie pyjamas was his rather large and very erect penis. And he was moving toward her.

"We seem to have had the same urges tonight." he said, "we should really get together instead of fantasising with masturbation."

Anna reached out and put her hand around his penis as Ben sat down on the side of the bed. Ben's hand moved between Anna's still widely spread legs, felt her forest of steely hair then slipped two fingers between her labia as she gasped and tightened her grip on his weapon.

Without speaking they began to masturbate each other; Anna's hand moved easily and quickly up and down the throbbing shaft whilst Ben's fingers were exciting a now very wet vagina. It was soon obvious Anna was extremely aroused and knew she had to climax soon. 

Her hand stopped moving over the penis, she lay back and concentrated solely on her own satisfaction. Her back arched as Ben's thumb clipped her clitoris, then she was cumming, gradually, slowly building up to the climax,

"ooh-aaagh, whoo-wow-wee," she exclaimed as vaginal contractions rocked her body and her juices ran from her to the sheet below. She hadn't realised the tensions had her hand squeezing the life out of Ben's penis and her legs clamped shut over his hand to stop any further agitation of her vagina.

She relaxed with sighs of satisfaction as Ben was able to slip his hand away from her vagina and reached for his own slackening tool still held in a vice-like grip. He prised her hand away and started to jack himself off. She moved over and held him where his tool met his groin, then brushing his hand aside she bent down and took the now erect penis between her lips wrapping her tongue around its tip.

He was soon grunting with pleasure.

"Wow " he said, "aah this is fantastic, my wife would never give me a blow-job and I've begged for it."

Anna continued dipping her head and pulling back, tasting his pre-cum and enjoying the feel of his velvet smooth and extremely large manhood between her lips. She wondered why his wife didn't avail herself of this pleasure.

Ben's body started to contort and his grunting became louder and faster; he was rapidly coming to orgasm so she pulled her mouth away and replaced it with her hand, jacking him rapidly as he came, spurting his copious semen over his chest and stomach. Anna watched with delight as she knew she had given him enormous pleasure.

Soon he stirred, uttered a thankyou then got up and left the room without another word. Anna lay back on her now sodden sheet and fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

The sun was up when she woke, a little cool with the covers still off her. Gradually she remembered the events of last night, wondering whether they were the results of masturbatory fantasy or did he really come to her room.

She got up and showered then walked diffidently into the kitchen. Ben was there, dressed and cooking some eggs.

"Good morning!" she said.

He turned with a charming smile and said,

"After last night this is one of the best mornings; we should have a lot more of this."

"We'll never get any work done." said Anna.

"That can come later," he said, "let's eat our eggs to regain our energy then wander in the paddocks for a while before returning to work. I'll take a blanket with us so perhaps we can explore some more of what we discovered last night."

It certainly had been a most pleasurable surprise. Anna had never had a sexual feeling for her boss before and she recognised the pleasures were purely a lustful need that is normally kept sublimated.

She wondered how far it would go; whether it would last only the few days they had in the country; would they actually progress to having intercourse. 

The idea of copulating with that huge penis started to seep into Anna's fantasy. Even if like Bill Clinton they could justify their current actions as 'not having sex and not being unfaithful to their respective spouses' it seemed a pity given the pleasures they had already had not to go the whole way. She would always be wondering what would it have been like?

After her reflections she started to slowly rub her hand over that huge weapon and could feel it responding, growing in length and girth. His hand pressed firmly down on her vagina a finger inserting gradually between her labia.

Then out it came! Anna looked at Ben and blurted out

"Will you please fuck me? I need to feel this massive tool inside me."

She shut up with embarrassment but Ben was looking down on her smiling,

"I thought you would never ask." said he.

Now she was excited. She turned over and straddled Ben pinning his mighty tool underneath her. Then she lifted, put her hand down to grasp the weapon and aimed it at her clitoris, vibrating the tip on to her pleasure flower.

They were in ecstasy, throbbing and arching, grunting and squealing. Anna slowed to prolong the pleasure then firmly pushed the head of that wonderful meat into her opening. They both felt it pulsating then easing its way into her vagina, finally going all the way forcing such pressure on her walls it was almost painful.

Anna gasped "My god that's fantastic," and contracted her vaginal walls to feel the throbbing beast. 

She then started to move up and down, to and fro, slowly at first but gradually accelerating until she knew she was about to climax and from the twitching within her vagina guessed that Ben was at the same state.

Then the massive explosion as her contractions multiplied, her juices flooded around this tool that was twitching and spurting with such force Anna's whole body was being moved. She finally collapsed on Ben's chest, digging her nails into his body as she slowly regained control.

"For an old man you certainly have plenty of life left in you," said Anna when she could speak.

"For an old lady you certainly give a lot of life to an old man. Come on, its time to get some work done."

They cleaned up as best they could with some tissues Anna had brought with her, put their clothing back on and with a satisfied, languorous look returned to the farmhouse.

After a satisfying days work they enjoyed a good feed and a cool beer, chatting quietly about the business and not wanting to mention their sexual activities for fear of embarrassment or suggesting what will come next. The next day they would be returning to their spouses and were each deep in thought about how they would react. Neither had been unfaithful before, at least not for a long time.

As time for bed approached they seemed to be delaying, not knowing what they should do.

Finally Anna broached the subject,

"Are we going to sleep together tonight or should we make a clean break?"

"We should make the break if we are to clear our conscience by tomorrow," replied Ben. "But I really want you in my bed tonight, so dammit, we have come this far, let's enjoy."

Anna giggled and said she had hoped he would say that.

She went to the bathroom first and had a shower, wearing only a summer dressing gown when she emerged and went to the main bedroom. There, Ben had undressed and stood naked by the bed. She thrilled at the sight of his half erect manhood standing out from his well-contoured body.

She reached out and stroked his penis and it grew before her eyes, but he turned and said he must go to the bathroom and clean-up.

He left the doors open and Anna had a clear view of him when he finally entered the shower. His penis was still erect and she noticed him stroking it every so often. Her hands slipped between her thighs and she felt the damp warmth of her vagina and a stiffening clitoris.

The shower ceased and she watched Ben drying himself, taking it slowly when the towel was wrapped around his erect manhood. He threw the towel down and marched into the bedroom as Anna slipped off her gown and swung under the sheet. Ben slipped in beside her.

Anna thrilled as she felt Ben's weapon rest on her thigh; she put her hand down and gently stroked it. He leaned over and bared her ample breasts, enclosing one of her nipples with his lips, suckling her until it stiffened and stood up then moving to the other with the same effect. His hand stroked her belly then moved between her thighs.

He straddled her, moving up her body until his penis was between her breasts. Anna's hand left the twitching monster and she pressed her breasts together encompassing the tool and allowing him to enjoy the sexual warmth of the enclosure. He rocked back and forth and as his penis tip came out of the mammalian wrap she was able just to lick the pre-cum as it oozed under his foreskin.

Ben's hand in the meantime was rotating over a very engorged clitoris making Anna squirm with delight. He slipped two fingers between her labia and felt her love juices welling within her vagina.

Anna leant forward some more and let her breasts go. As the penis emerged she wrapped her lips around it as Ben pushed forward penetrating down into her throat. Anna climaxed at that point, heaving her hips and tightening her grip on the swollen penis in her mouth.

She lay back and let the penis exit her mouth with a plop.

"Now please, please fuck me" she said.

He slid down her body and positioned himself between her legs as she raised and spread her thighs to allow him easy access. Anna reached for his penis and guided it toward her distended vagina; as it touched the labia she gently revolved the tip around entrance and up to her clitoris, trying to enter her clit into the channel of his tool.

Ben was now breathing hard and releasing a lot of pre-cum so Anna slipped it into her vagina as he pumped it into her with increasing vigour. Her back arched as she felt this hot, huge tool ravage her womb; she tried to meet his rhythm as his groin slapped against hers, then he exploded with great spurts of semen splashing into her. She tensed, holding his shoulders tight then released with a wild 'wooooohaaaagh', cumming all around him, her contracting vagina squeezing his still spurting weapon and soaking the bedding with her love juices.

"My god how I needed that" said Anna, "I hadn't realised I missed it so much."

"I had forgotten how good it could be as I have been fairly bored with my wife's efforts," said Ben, "I think perhaps we will have to arrange a regular liaison to ensure we keep our healthy appetite."



Country & Western Love



Country Lover

I glanced at the hastily written down directions on the seat beside me as I drove. "SWF to share up-market suburban home and expenses Call Alex 555-3649"

I had phoned as soon as I spotted the advert in our local newspaper. I was answered by an answering machine, a cultured female voice spoke clearly and deliberately, " Hi this is Alex, if you are phoning about my advert in the Belmont Bugle, I have found someone, thank you very much for phoning, if the call is for me, personally, please leave a message after the beep. Bye" 

I sighed and left a message anyway. " Hi Alex, my name is Vicky I saw your advert in the "Bugle", and know that I am too late, but if the person you have chosen doesn't work out, or changes their mind, please give me a call, your advert sounds like just what I am looking for, I can be reached at 555-1011 "

I had broken off my engagement, when I discovered my fiancé in the missionary position with one of his co-workers. By the time he had gotten his penis out of the red headed woman's vagina, beneath him I had thrown the half-karat diamond engagement ring across the width of the rather seedy motel room. His pleas to wait, he could explain fell on deaf ears.

It took about an hour to arrange for a removal company to collect and store the furniture I had bought when I had moved in to my ex-fiancé Dave's apartment after the engagement. I packed my clothes, and left, I dropped off the front door key at the movers along with a list of my possessions I wanted stored and found temporary accommodation with a girlfriend. 

My girlfriend, Carrie lived in a one-bedroom apartment. She and I had been co-workers and very close friends for over five years. We had double dated upon occasion, slept with the same man more than once and even enjoyed a brief but tempestuous sexual relationship, she had warned me about Dave, I had ignored her advice, and now I was sleeping on her couch, and sharing her rather cramped bathroom. I had contacted every real estate office and scanned every newspaper and supermarket advert board looking for an apartment, but my timing was wrong, being the middle of the month, there was nothing close enough or suitable, so in desperation I had answered the ad to share a home, only to discover that I was again too late.

The call came at about 6-p.m. Carrie and I were sprawled out on the sofa eating pizza and watching the news, Carrie handed me the phone. The person had changed her mind and since I sounded so desperate could I come over immediately for an interview.

I scratched out directions to the house, grabbed my keys and blew Carrie a kiss, as I swept out the door. There wasn't much traffic and the drive over was quick. I had no difficulty finding the house. It was a large face brick home with wide windows and was set back from the road, the grass had recently been trimmed and the flowerbeds neat and freshly tended.

I knocked; a well-dressed woman immediately opened the door. She had long raven dark hair coiffed carelessly around her face, which highlighted the lightest blue eyes I've ever seen. She was dressed in designer sweats; the gray and pink clothing suited her. It accentuated her body without blatantly displaying that she had a great body and very large breasts, far larger than my 34D's.She was freshly made up, the muted eye shadow making the most of her stunning eye colour, and the lip-gloss still moist and unmarred. I thought she was around thirty. She invited me in and I followed as she walked into the sitting room, her body moving with an indescribable sensuality and rhythm. 

The house was decorated as tastefully as the owner. The furniture and fittings, while not new, were well cared for and neat. I sat on the sofa opposite Alex. She sat back in her chair, crossing her legs at her ankles. We discussed trivialities before she showed me over the house. The room she was offering was enormous with large windows and plenty of closet space, directly opposite the door was a bathroom with shower, which I would have to share with Alex's 19-year-old daughter, Sarah, who was away in college. In addition, I would have the run of the home, garden and pool. She would need for help with meals and housekeeping. As for visitors as long as I was discreet around her daughter, everything was fine. The price she wanted was within my budget and my cheque for first and last was in her hand before she could change her mind.

I began moving my stuff over the following evening by the weekend everything was unpacked. Alex helped, she made sandwiches while I unpacked, later we sat and watched TV She was knowledgeable and intelligent. She had a way of putting people at ease; soon Alex and I were good friends.

I changed my cell number, and began to rebuild my life. Dave soon became a distant but unpleasant memory, thanks mainly to Alex's nurturing, and support of my friends. I am not sure when, exactly, I began falling in love with Alex, all I knew is that I began to look forward to going home to her. I began to decline the occasional date or Carrie's invitations to spend a night, and spent more time at home. I try hard not to look too long or get too close or touch; I have far too much respect for her.

Her daughter Sarah came home for the summer vacation like a hurricane, a whirlwind so much like her mom in looks its uncanny. It would be easy to mistake Sarah for Alex's younger sibling, rather than her daughter. They have a very easy relationship and spend a lot of time, happy in each other's company. I tried not to intrude and kept to myself, only to have Alex or Sarah pull me out of my room, making me join them, or flowing over into my room sprawling on my king sized bed, until I became part of their world. Sarah spent most of her vacation when not with us, either on the phone or dating some stud or other.

One Saturday Sarah invited me to join her and her mom at a Western bar just outside of town. I knew Alex liked Country music, and agreed to go along after a lot of persuasion, from Sarah.

I dressed conservatively, in jeans, wide leather belt with a silver buckle that cinched around my narrow waist and checked shirt that showed the swell of my 34D breasts well, I had recently bought new sharp-toed boots with stiletto heels, to complete my outfit. 

Sarah had brushed her hair until it shone; she wore a straw hat with a leather band above the shiny dark hair. Her face was scrubbed and only had the lightest hint of coral lip-gloss. She was poured into skin tight blue denim jeans; way tighter than mine, her tartan plaid shirts top four buttons were opened showing her cleavage to the best advantage. A beautiful young woman out to have a good time with her mom and her mom's housemate.

It was her mother, who took my breath away, Her long hair was brushed away from her forehead and held back with silver and tortoiseshell combs, it reached three quarters down her back, her make up was far from the usual muted and simple eye shadow and lip-gloss. She had used brownish blush on her cheeks, effectively elongating her face and displaying her really exquisite cheekbones, silver and blue eye liner to accentuate her eyes and drop dead red on her lips, her finger nails were coated with the identical hue nail varnish. She wore a tiny red tank top, which, when she walked made her lush breasts jiggle suggesting that she wore no bra. Around her trim waist was a snakeskin belt complete with an oval western buckle, which held up a Stuart tartan miniskirt. So short it hung at least a foot above her knees, Under the skirt was a pair of sheer red stockings; and through the sheer red of her stockings her legs were long and shapely muscled, her feet were thrust into a pair of snakeskin high-heeled western boots that matched her belt.

We climbed into Alex's minivan, Sarah opting to sit in the back, so I sat up front with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The drive was filled with laughter and anticipation, Alex entranced me, and she wore a subtle almost familiar fragrance, which I found intoxicating. I drank in every movement she made.

The outside of the bar was well lit, the car park full, it took a while to find a parking spot, and even then, it was some distance from the entrance. We entered the bar, a cacophony accosted us from every angle, Country music and at least one hundred people speaking at once. We followed Alex, as she navigated her way through the crowd to a table she had spotted. The table was close to the band, which we could see easily, we sat. A horde of men pushed themselves off the bar towards our table, and stood in lines asking us to dance. Both Alex and I declined every offer. A handsome cowboy who led Sarah her to the dance floor after pulling her, to her feet, Alex shook her head at her beautiful daughter and shouted to a passing waitress who nodded and returned with two foaming glasses of beer. One beer became two, two became four as we sat watching the band and the dancers The music washed over us as other couples gyrated and moved to the strenuous strains of the music.

Alex reached across the table and took my hand, "Come", she said, and led me to the dance floor. 

She held my hand she began to move in time with the music, her sensual movements were in time with every chord she danced before me a picture of grace and sensuality. Her ample breasts moved beneath the red tank top, her nipples now blatantly visible, her eyes upon mine her lips smiling as she saw the direction of my eyes, she moved closer, our bodies pressed together as we moved in time with the music.

The song ended and I was led back to the table, Alex never once let go of my hand. When we sat, Alex lifted my hand to her lips and kissed the tips of my fingers. Electrical tingles shot up along my arm and directly to my heart. I sat breathless, as Alex moved her chair until we were alongside each other, she licked her lips almost lewdly, bent forward and kissed me open mouthed on the lips, her tongue slipped into my mouth and I tasted her for the first time, her arms drew me close our bodies melding close in the crowded noisy room, I was oblivious to everything but her, and the electrical tickle spreading through my belly, making my limbs feel like jelly.

She whispered into my ear, "Come baby its time to go." I followed the glossy hair and red tank top meekly out of the bustling bar to her minivan, oblivious to anything but the warmth of her hand in mine. Once the van was out of the parking lot, she drove one handed, her right hand began to stroke the skin of my arm and circle my tingling breasts, my breath shortened as her fingers boldly undid the buttons of my blouse and then by snaking her hand around my back, she expertly unsnapped my bra. Instantly her hand slid over an erect nipple, she pinched the rubbery nubbin and tweaked the trapped nipple until it felt white-hot. Instinctively, I had leaned back in the seat, allowing her more access. I don't remember much of the drive home, I can however recall with clarity every caress and kiss I was given during the ride. 

Alex stopped touching me, as we reached the house. I slid out of the seat, holding my open shirt closed with one hand, as I quickly stepped from the driveway to the front door. Alex followed at a more leisurely pace locking the door behind us. She reached for me drawing me close as we stood in the living room; her hands on my shoulders pushed me to my knees. I knelt in front of her; her hands went from my shoulders to the front of her outrageously short skirt. As she lifted the rough plaid, I could see underneath the miniskirt she wore a set of red suspenders to keep the stockings up, her dark pubic hair was lush and long, moist lips peeped through, I could smell her, it was the same scent that I had found so intoxicating and enigmatic earlier,I discovered later she had used her own vaginal secreetions as a perfume, eagerly I bent forward, as she set her legs wider apart, my lips mashed against her vaginal lips, my tongue slid into the soft waiting folds as Alex tightened her grip behind my head drawing my face between her legs.

The tip of my nose touched a wet and needy clit, Alex drew in a long breath as I began to shake my head effectively grinding her clit with my nose, against her pelvis, my tongue began to lap the moisture that flowed from Alex's pussy, almost imperceptibly, she began to rock, tiny tremors flexed in her thighs, from my position between her thighs, I heard her moan. Alex stiffen, as she came with shudders of delight, she stumbled away from, where I knelt between her legs. She steadied herself on my shoulders, and stepped back. 

"Take your jeans off baby," she said, 

She stepped away as I struggled out of my tight jeans, and wet thong panties, I pulled both free, as Alex returned, she was cinching a red leather harness around her waist, attached to the harness was a huge red dildo, at least 10 inches in length with the correct anatomical curve and a huge head. Without thinking I spread myself for her, I was so hot and wet Alex had no problem sliding the red monster into my pussy. My pussy was deliciously stretched and pounded as Alex began to thrust deep into me, instinctively I arched as my pussy was filled, Alex thrust deep and hard, It felt so wonderful and right I anxiously clawed at Alex's back as my orgasm began to pump my thighs in time with her thrusts, the electrical tickle between my thighs exploded into a roar as I arched my back and came in an earth shattering climax, I fell back as I came helpless as Alex fucked me with the strap on, I held on as another tremor began deep within my belly, I clung on as Alex shimmied the big red cock in me, I began to gush, my pussy throbbed with delight and I snaked my arms around Alex holding her close to me, forcing her to stop, the harnessed dildo speared deep inside me as we lay spent on the living room carpet.

We didn't hear as the front door opened, but both Alex and I looked up as Sarah snapped on the light as she entered the living room. I lay impaled with her mother on top of me. 

"Hi guys," she said, stepping past us, "congrats mom, I thought you would never get into her cute little panties."

I lay back so embarrassed I did not hear what she said until, she bent down kissing her mother's cheek, then lower, she whispered to me. "Mom's been so hot for you these last three months", she whispered. "She stood, "I'm so happy for both of you, but next time try and keep it in your bedroom, love ya both, night-night."



Country Boy



Getting laid in rural Kentucky has proven difficult. For as long as I remember, I was teased, laughed at and at the worst, beaten up and embarrassed publicly because of who I am. I decided on my eighteenth birthday to leave my country home and visit the city. I drove my beat up pick up truck toward Atlanta. I had seven hours to imagine what was to come. But my fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of my first gay sexual experience.

I had just graduated high school and knew that being a farmer, like my Daddy, wasn't for me. I wanted to see the world, experience new things and be able to love who ever I pleased. Atlanta was an eye opener and I loved every minute of it.

I got in to the city pretty late, a little after mid-night, but I was anxious to get out. The city was huge, gorgeous and a little scary. I had never seen such a cultured place and so many good looking men!

I checked into the hotel I had booked and then showered and changed. I decided to wear a white t-shirt and super tight Levi's. My cowboy hat would be an attention getter.

I drove the truck about six blocks to "Decadence," a spot that I'd researched online. My truck seemed out of place with its Kentucky plates and rusted paint. I could hear the music from inside, the thump of the bass went straight from my ears to my cock; I was anxious to get in.

At the door, a huge security guard in sharp shades looked me up and down, shook his head and grinned. I smiled coyly and then tipped my hat as he moved aside so I could walk past and through the door.

The bar was dark and the men were sweaty. I could smell the musk of men and desire. I walked toward the bar and sat down.

"What'll you have, cowboy?" the bartender growled.

"Whiskey, thanks," I replied quickly.

I watched as men danced together, my mind blown by their beautiful bodies pressed against each other. I slammed the shot. The whiskey kept coming. I got a few winks from some old fellows at the bar; I smiled back and tried to contain myself. Someone was buying me drinks!

That's when I saw him. Sweat beaded at my forehead and I had to take my hat off. I sat it down on the bar and turned away quickly, a rush of emotions propelled me to hide. I slid my fingers through my hair to get my long black bangs out of my face. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned back to see a sexy, built mocha god before me. He was a work of art, a black David, an angel of mercy. I almost came in my pants. And when he spoke, all I heard was a symphony.

"Cowboy, you okay?"

I cleared my throat.

"I asked if you'd like to dance. I'm Andre."

I was unable to speak.

"Say something, please," he urged. 

I melted and took his hand.

Andre pulled me gently out onto the dance floor. I was putty as he guided me, as he pressed his body up against mine. After a while of grinding together to the beat, I felt his erection against my leg. He lapped at my earlobe and neck. I wanted to take this further.

"Let's go somewhere more private." I begged.

He led me up a flight of stairs to the right of the dance floor. At the top of the stairs was a room with couches and a huge bar. We could still hear the music but it was easier to talk up there.

I decided that I didn't want to talk. We sat on the couch and I lunged at him, slipping my tongue deep into his mouth. His lips were full and his tongue played with mine. My cock throbbed at the thought of those thick lips around them. I slid my hands over his pants and he slid his hands over mine. He leaned in and lifted my shirt then took a nipple between his teeth. 

He wiggled his tongue from my nipple to just above the waistband of my jeans.

"Cowboy, I'm going to blow your mind."

He leaned in and freed me. He wrapped his warm lips around my dick and I gasped. I never imagined that it could be like this. When I came, I knew that that this was who I was and what I wanted. I knew I had come to the right place. I sat up, ready to return the favor.

I was eager to see another man's erect cock. He reached for a blanket on the couch as I reached for his pants. He covered us up completely with the blanket. I unzipped him and his cock sprang out at me. In the darkness of the bar, I was unable to see much but I knew what was up against my face. Instinct took over and I sucked him down, licking and lapping at him eagerly. I became a cum slut that night. He came buckets and I sucked it down hungrily. 

I wanted more; I needed him inside of me. We played until he was ready again. I fished a condom from my pocket and then slid it onto his dick. The blanket was gone now; it had fallen to the floor from all our wiggling.

We had an audience of three as he slid his cock into my ass. I watched the three strangers watch us and licked my lips at them. One leaned in and kissed me as Andre eased himself in and out of my tight cherry hole. After I loosened, Andre held my narrow hips tightly and shoved hard and deep inside of me. We came together; I could feel his cock contract inside of me as he let go. I wiped my mess from the couch after we were done.

I'll never go back to Kentucky.



Country Boy



"Hi, PJ."

I looked up from my corporate provided Blackberry to see my little sister walking up. She pushed the handle of her rolling carry-on suitcase in and plopped down in the seat next to me.

"Hi, Jen," I said. "You heard from Mom and Dad?"

"Yeah, I just got off the phone with mom. They should be here any minute."

I sighed.

It was Monday morning and Jen and I were meeting our parents at the airport. We were flying from Chicago to Atlanta, Atlanta to Savannah, then a drive to some tiny town in south Georgia. Our Grandmother, Dad's mom, just died and we were spending seven days getting her affairs in order. Jen and I didn't know her well. Dad moved away for college and never moved back. If you ask me, he wanted to distance himself from his southern roots. He was very concerned with his reputation and the way other people perceived him.

"So how have you been?" Jen asked.

"Eh," I shrugged.

"You dating anyone?"

"No. I just... It's so hard to meet people."

"That's because you don't make an effort to fit in. You shut yourself off from everyone."

"Yeah, thanks, but I don't need to be psychoanalyzed."

I'm 28 years old, 5'8" and 150 pounds. I have blond hair, which is a little longer than my Dad likes. I have blue eyes and wear glasses and look every bit a nerd. Jen insists I'm cute and my ex-boyfriend always told me I was cute. Until he dumped me for someone younger and cuter, that is. It doesn't help that I'm really shy around people I don't know.

I work for a global corporation in the IT department, working on the company's help desk. I fix the PCs and laptops and answer employee questions.

Jen is 3 years younger than me, about the same height, but slimmer. She has long dark blond hair, dyed lighter blond. She wears contact lenses to look less nerdy. She's a resident at the county hospital.

Both of our parents are lawyers. They're very conservative and to say that they're not very understanding of my sexual orientation would be an understatement. My Dad never passed up the opportunity to tell me what a disappointment I was. I didn't 'live up to my potential'.

As much as I hated my job, I was good at it and I sure wasn't about to give Dad the satisfaction of an 'I told you so,' so I pretended like it was the best job ever.

As our parents walked up to the gate with their carry-ons in tow, they were were both on their cell phones. They nodded and smiled at us and took a couple of seats across from us. That was the extent of their acknowledgment of us until we got on the plane and they had to turn their phones off.

I cut my eyes at Jen and rolled my eyes, which made her smile.

When we landed in Savannah, Georgia, we got our luggage then headed to the shuttle to the car rental. I slept the whole ride, not waking until we pulled into Grandma's driveway.

After putting our luggage in our rooms, we freshened up and then Dad took us around the house, making note of anything he wanted to keep or take home.

We then headed to the funeral home. Jen and I stood back and let our parents take care of everything. Dad made all of the arrangements. The funeral would be held on Wednesday afternoon.

Our next stop was downtown. Grandma had an arts and crafts shop that she closed several months earlier when she got sick. We parked the SUV near the park in the middle of the city, and walked down to the storefront. It was the last shop in a chain of stores, next to a sporting goods store.

As Dad pulled out the keys, I stood with my hands in my pockets looking around. My eyes were drawn across the street, kiddy-corner to the shop, to a large farm supply store. In front of the store was a guy having a smoke. He was tall and built big. He was wearing blue jeans and cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat. He had a dark brown beard.

As I followed my parents and Jen into the shop, I made eye contact with the big cowboy and he nodded at me. I quickly turned my head and looked down at my feet.

The store was empty and dusty and I immediately had a sneezing fit. Dad walked around the store, but there wasn't anything to see, not even fixtures. The large back room was empty as well, except for some empty shelving.

Dad locked up the store and we headed down to the restaurant a few stores down to have dinner. As we entered Lucille's, one of the waitresses told us to seat ourselves.

I was looking over my menu when the big cowboy from the farm supply store walked in. He sat at the table next us and took off his hat and set it on the chair next to him. He had short brown hair and as he made eye contact with me, I could see his sparkling blue eyes. Up close, I could see he was the most handsome guy I had ever laid my eyes on.

He nodded at me and gave me a half smile.

I may be inexperienced, but my gaydar was good enough to know that the hunky cowboy was gay. The way he looked at me sent a shiver throughout my body. I felt an instant attraction with him that I never felt with anyone before. I blushed and gave him a bashful smile, then looked back down at my menu.

"Hey, Butch, I'll be right with you," the waitress said to him and then made her way to our table.

I looked over the top of my menu at him. At Butch.

"Hey, folks," the waitress greeted us. "I'm Jody and I'll be takin' care of y'all today. What can I get y'all to drink?"

Jody took our drink order, then took Butch's drink order. He ordered a sweet tea.

When she returned with our drinks, she took our dinner order. Jen and I ordered the pot roast special. I about choked when Dad ordered the fried chicken platter. Mom couldn't decide. They didn't have any pretentious snobby salads, so she didn't know what to do. She reluctantly ended up with a grilled chicken breast and grilled vegetables.

She moved to Butch's table and took his order. He ordered a ribeye steak and a baked potato.

He caught me looking at him again and I quickly turned away.

Dad looked at me and looked at Butch, then grumbled to me, "Why don't you go ahead and put the rope around your neck? It'll save the lynchers some time. But if you're not looking to get gay bashed, then keep your eyes to yourself."

My eyes filled with tears and I looked down at my lap. When the waitress brought our dinner, I kept my eyes on my plate. The food was pretty good, but there was a lot of it, and I only finished about half of it.

As we were finishing up, Butch stood and picked up his hat. He stepped up to our table, holding his hat over his chest.

"Excuse me," he said and we all looked up at him. "I'm Butch Roberts. I own Roberts Farm Supply down the street. I wanted to express my sympathies. Penny Cooper was a great lady. She was like a mother to me. We all loved her."

His voice was deep and he had a strong southern accent. It practically made me melt.

Dad stood and held out his hand and shook Butch's hand. "I'm Philip Cooper. This is my wife Kathy, my daughter Jennifer and my son, Philip Junior."

"It's nice to meet you all," he said. He nodded to us and made eye contact with me and held it for moment.

Oh, yeah. The cowboy was definitely gay.

"Well, y'all have a good night," he said as he put his hat on and turned and left. He had a great bubble butt.

Jen was watching me with a raised eyebrow. I looked at her and blushed and finished my dinner.

After dinner, we headed back to the house. I pulled out my laptop and linked it to my phone to get on the Internet. I did a search for Roberts Farm Supply, but didn't really turn up anything. I did find a Butch Roberts on Facebook, though, but I couldn't see his profile since I wasn't his friend.

After playing around on the Internet for a while, I considered looking up some porn, but decided not to risk it with my sister and parents moving around the house. I shut down and got ready for bed.

***

The next morning, Mom and Dad met the realtor to get the paperwork started to put the house and the store space up for sale. I decided to walk into town and look around.

"Why don't you stop at the barber shop while you're out?" Dad said as I left. I pretended not to hear him.

I got a few strange looks as the locals passed me.

I must have looked quite out of place in my khakis and Polo shirt. It figures. I didn't fit in at home or at work, and I certainly didn't fit in here. I had packed a couple pairs of jeans. I should've worn those.

I passed a shop that had clothing, so I went inside and looked around. I walked to the boots and was looking at the different styles. The shop owner walked up to me and looked at me with a skeptical eye. He asked if he could help me and I told him I wanted to buy some boots. He showed off a couple of pairs, and I picked a pair of brown ones. I also grabbed a white long sleeved shirt and a blue plaid shirt.

As I left the store, I looked at my phone and saw that it was lunch time. I headed down to Lucille's restaurant and sat down at a table and looked over the menu.

"Excuse me? Philip, right?"

I looked up to see Butch standing in front of me.

"PJ," I said.

"PJ?"

"Yeah. I go by PJ... Philip Junior," I explained.

"Ah. Can I join you, PJ?" he asked, with a smile.

I smiled back and said, "Sure."

"I'm Butch," he said as he sat down.

"Yeah. I remember."

Like I could forget. Butch set his hat down on the seat next to him.

"So, how do you like our town?"

"It's nice," I said truthfully. "Very quiet."

I ordered a club sandwich and Butch ordered a double cheeseburger. As we ate our lunch, we made small talk. I found out that he's 34 years old and took over his business from his dad a few years ago. He told me some really interesting and funny stories about my grandmother.

"We didn't know her very well," I said. "She and Dad didn't get along, but if I had to bet, I'd guess that was more on Dad's end."

"Really? She talked about your Dad often, and about her granddaughter the doctor and her grandson the computer whiz."

"Well, I don't know about 'whiz'," I said with a blush.

"You're just bein' modest. I can tell you're real smart."

"Thanks," I said quietly, blushing even harder.

After we finished lunch, we went out front. Butch put out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. He offered me one and I declined.

"No, thanks. I don't smoke," I said.

"I've tried to quit, but... eh," he shrugged.

He took a drag and exhaled away from me.

"Well, I guess I'd better head back," I said.

"Hey... I'm having a problem with the computer in my office. I can't get it to print. Do you think you could take a look at it? I'll pay ya."

"Sure, I'll look at it. No charge."

"Do you have time right now?"

"Sure, Butch."

We crossed the street and walked to Butch's store. Butch dropped his cigarette butt and stomped it out with his big boot and we went inside. He said 'hey' to the clerk behind the counter. He introduced me to Chris and told him that we'd be in the office looking at the computer.

I followed him into the office and set my shopping bag on the floor. I sat down at his computer and took a look at the laser printer. I went to the Printers control panel and quickly figured out that it was a problem with the port and driver.

I connected to the Net, cringing as the modem dialed up and connected.

"You need DSL, Butch."

"Is that broadband? I don't think I use it enough to need it."

I downloaded the latest driver from the web, and then deleted the printer and reinstalled it. I printed a test page and pulled it out of the printer and handed it to Butch.

"Holy fuck! How'd you do that? Can you try to print from QuickBooks? That's what I use."

"Sure."

I started up QuickBooks and it wanted him to login with a username and password.

He leaned over me to type his password in. His face was right up against mine and he was pressing into my back. My god he smelled good. He smelled like a man. My heart was beating so fast that I was sure he could hear it. He reached around me and took the mouse and went to the reports and brought one up and clicked 'print.'

The printer whirred and within a few seconds, spit the report out. Butch straightened up and grabbed the printout.

"PJ, you are freakin' awesome! Thank you so much."

I smiled at Butch. "You're welcome."

"How much do I owe ya?"

"No charge."

"Okay, then let me take you to dinner tonight."

I looked at him in surprise. His face fell when I didn't answer him back right away.

"I'd love to," I said as I recovered from the shock.

"Great. How 'bout I pick you up at 6? At your grandma's, right?"

"Yeah. That's where we're staying. I'd better get going."

I stood up and grabbed my shopping bag. I wasn't sure what to do, so I reached out my hand. He shook my hand and chuckled. He put his arm around my shoulders and walked me out of the office. His hand slipped down my back and rested on the small of my back as he said goodbye to me at the door. I smiled at him and said 'bye' and then walked back to Grandma's.

***

I spent the rest of the afternoon going through Grandma's things with Jen and my parents. Mom and Dad were marking and setting aside all of the items they wanted to keep. I found a scrapbook of Grandma's handwritten recipes in the kitchen. I was shocked that no one seemed to want it, so took it and put it in my suitcase.

At around 5:15, I told them that I was meeting someone for dinner. Dad was not pleased.

"What do you mean you're going to dinner with someone?"

"I ran into Butch today and he asked if I'd take a look at his computer and printer. He's buying me dinner to thank me for it."

"Like a date?" Dad asked, his voice shocked and incredulous. "Do you have any idea how that will look?"

"It's not a date," I lied. "He's just being friendly. I wouldn't charge him for the service, so he insisted."

"Let him go, Philip," Mom said. "It's not a big deal."

Dad grunted his disapproval. "Fine. I hope that you can conduct yourself with a little dignity."

I sighed and went upstairs and took a shower. I scrubbed myself nice and clean. I brushed my teeth and shaved. I decided to forego the hair product and let my hair hang natural. I put on a black t-shirt, my Levis and the new cowboy boots.

When the doorbell rang at 6:00 on the dot, I raced downstairs. Mom answered the door. Butch pulled off his hat and greeted my mom.

"Nice to see you again, ma'am. Is PJ around?" he asked.

Butch was wearing a white cotton shirt and snug blue jeans that showed off a nice big package. He had the black cowboy hat on and a pair of black boots. He had shaped and trimmed his beard. He looked and smelled great. I felt my penis twitch a little bit as I checked him out.

"Hi, Butch," I said. "I'm ready to go."

We told everyone goodbye and Jen gave me a knowing smile as I left with Butch.

Butch opened the passenger door of his big black Ford F-150 pickup truck and shut it when I got settled in the seat. He got in and started the truck and drove towards town, then turned right on Main Street, heading away from downtown.

"I thought we'd go to this Italian place, next town over. They got good food."

"Sure, Butch."

"You look real nice, by the way. Those boots new? You almost fit in here."

"Yeah. Story of my life. I 'almost' fit in at home. Almost fit in at work. Almost fit it in here..."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

"It's okay, Butch. I know you didn't. I'm sorry, just ignore my complaining."

Butch moved his hand to the back of my head. He ran his fingers through my hair and then massaged my neck for a few seconds.

"You stick with me and I'll have you lookin' like a country boy in no time," he said with a smile.

I laughed. "Okay."

It took about 45 minutes to get to the restaurant. We passed by all kinds of farms.

"All these farmers keep me in business," he explained. "Those are peaches over there. There's a big pee can farm right up here."

It took me a couple of seconds to realize that a 'PEE-can' was a pecan and it made me smile.

Dinner was great. The food was really good, but the company was even better. Butch was awesome. He was so funny and so charming. He was also the sexiest guy I'd ever met. I've always liked big guys and this big cowboy bear really turned me on.

After dinner, I used the bathroom. When I got back to the table, Butch had already paid the bill. He got up and used the restroom and then we headed back.

When we got back into town, we stopped at the Dairy Queen right outside town. We sat in his truck and ate our ice cream.

"You having a good time, PJ?" he asked me.

"Yeah, Butch. I'm having a great time. Thanks so much for dinner."

"Anytime, PJ."

Butch drove me to the house and parked in front and turned off the truck. I unbuckled my seat belt and I felt Butch put his arm on my shoulder. He had removed his seat belt and moved in closer.

"PJ..."

I looked back at him and he leaned in, turning his head to keep the brim of his hat from hitting me, and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me lightly. His arms wrapped around me and I brought my hands to his shoulders and returned his kiss. His lips were soft and his beard tickled my face as we kissed passionately.

He opened his mouth and kissed me harder, deeper. I felt his tongue brush against my lips and I opened my mouth for him, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth. He ravished my mouth with his tongue, holding me close to him with a strong hand on my back. The other hand held the back of my head as he explored me with his tongue. I flicked at it with my own tongue and then sucked on it. My hands moved up his chest and neck to his face. I raked my fingers across his beard.

Butch broke the kiss allowing us to catch our breath. We remained close, our noses touching and our lips brushing against each other.

"Butch," I whispered. "I should get inside. Thank you for a wonderful evening."

"No, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow at the funeral."

I nodded. Butch pressed his lips to mine, giving me two more quick tender kisses.

"Bye," I said as I reluctantly pulled away.

I opened the door and waved at him as I walked up the sidewalk to the front porch. I opened the front door and he waved back to me as he pulled away. I sighed and smiled to myself. He was a true southern gentleman.

***

Jen and I stood next to our parents, greeting the guests arriving at the funeral. I was dressed in my nicest suit, completely overwhelmed by the people pouring into the church. It seemed that every person in town was here.

When Butch walked in, my heart skipped a beat. He was wearing a nice navy suit, with a pair of shiny black cowboy boots. I smiled warmly at him and he smiled back at me, staring a hole into me, only redirecting his eyes temporarily to greet my parents.

Mr. Madsen, the realtor arrived at the tail end. He shook Dad's hand and slapped his arm.

"What's his story?" Dad quietly asked Madsen, nodding his head towards Butch.

"Butch? He's the town queer."

My blood began to boil.

"He's a nice enough fella," Madsen continued. "Keeps to himself, but I still wouldn't turn my back to him, if you catch my drift."

I scoffed. 'As if Butch would want you, you dried up old prune,' I thought.

At the funeral, I was touched at the number of people that stood and had something kind to say about Grandma.

Then Butch stood. He met my eyes and smiled. His blue eyes glistened with unshed tears. He took a deep breath, then spoke. "Ms Penny meant so much to me. Her shop was across the street from my store. I sometimes still look across to her shop, forgetting that she's gone. After Dad passed, she was always there for me. She always seemed to know when I needed someone to talk to, or when I needed a hug. She had a capacity to love unconditionally. She was an inspiration to me, to the town, and I'll never forget her."

A tear fell down Butch's cheek and he quickly wiped it away and sat down. The minister then looked to Dad, who stared ahead stoically. He shook his head and dismissed the minister with his hand.




Country Boy



I looked at Jen, who was crying hard from what Butch had said, just as I was. I stood up and she stood with me and held my hand.

"I didn't have the chance to know Grandma very well since we lived so far apart," I said. "But knowing that she was loved so much by all of you... well, that means a lot to me. To us."

Jen spoke. "I just wanted to add that we thank all of you for being there for her."

Jen and I sat down, wiping the tears from our eyes. After the minister finished, we followed the casket out of the church. Butch was one of the pall bearers. We rode in the procession to the cemetery for the burial, then returned to grandma's house. So many people came by, and a lot of them brought food. Butch found me standing alone, looking out the window at the back yard.

"Hey, PJ," he said quietly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," I replied. "My dog would love this backyard."

"What kind of dog do you have?"

"A miniature schnauzer. Rocky is his name."

"Ah. I have a yellow lab. Duke."

"Rocky's boarded in a kennel right now. I miss him. He's my only friend."

"He's not your only friend."

I looked up at Butch. He put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me to him in a sideways hug.

"Thank you for what you said about my grandma. It was very nice."

"I meant every word."

"You look really nice, by the way. I mean, not that you don't normally. I--"

Dad walked up to us and stepped between Butch and myself.

"Philip. Can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Sure, Dad."

I flashed Butch a warm smile, then followed Dad into the kitchen.

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to be seen with that man."

"Why not?"

"He's gay. I wouldn't want these people to get the wrong idea."

"I'm gay, too, Dad. And I frankly don't care what you or anyone else thinks."

I turned to walk away and Dad grabbed my arm. "Don't you walk away from me. You will not embarrass this family."

"Don't worry, Dad. I wouldn't dream of tarnishing your reputation."

I returned to Butch, who said he needed to head out.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked quietly.

"Yes. We have to meet the lawyer in the morning. When I can get away, I'll come down to your store."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

Butch ran his hand down my back, then left.

***

The next morning, we went to the lawyer for the reading of the will. Grandma left the majority of her estate to Dad, but also left a small sum to Jennifer and myself. The house went to Dad and the store space went to Jennifer and myself, which surprised Dad. After we finished with the lawyer, we went to the realtor. Dad put the house up for sale and he listed the store for Jennifer and me. They also arranged to have an estate sale for all of the items that we were leaving behind.

After we all had lunch together, I excused myself.

"Where are you going? Dad asked.

"I don't feel like staying cooped up in the house. I'm gonna go shopping."

"You look ridiculous, by the way," he added.

I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing a blue plaid long sleeved cotton shirt over a white undershirt, blue jeans, and my new boots.

"I think I look fine," I frowned.

"At least he's making an effort to fit in," Jen said, trying to be positive.

"He looks like a god damned redneck wannabe."

"Oh, Philip, leave him alone," Mom said.

We split up and I walked to the sporting goods store and looked around. They sold a ton of hunting equipment, it seemed. I didn't see anything I wanted, and I figured my parents and Jen were long gone, so I headed across the street to Butch's.

I smiled at Chris at the desk and asked if Butch was around. He told me that Butch was in the office in back and he was expecting me. I headed back to the office where Butch was sitting at the computer.

"Hi," I said shyly as I tapped at the open door.

He looked up and a big grin spread across his handsome face. "Hey, PJ."

"I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Not at all," he said. "C'mon in."

I walked over to him. He stood up and put his arms around me and gave me a hug. He bent his head down and I could feel the whiskers of his beard and his hot breath tickling my neck.

"You're so tall," I whispered as I ran my hands up his back to his shoulders.

"Yup. I'm 6'4". What are you, about 5'8"?"

"Yeah."

"Mmm. You're the perfect size."

I felt his lips lightly brush along my neck and I pressed my hands into his back, urging him closer. His lips gently kissed a trail up my neck, around my jaw to my chin, then finally my lips. We kissed slowly and sensually for a few minutes before Butch finally moved away.

"You hungry?" he asked. "I haven't had a chance to grab lunch yet."

"Oh. I had lunch with Jen and my parents. But I can keep you company if you want."

Butch gave me a quick kiss and we stopped at the counter so Butch could to tell Chris that he'd be back in a bit. We walked across the street to Lucille's.

"Hey there, Butch," the red-haired woman behind the counter called out. "Have a seat anywhere."

"Thanks, Lucille," Butch replied.

We sat down in the first booth by the front window and Butch looked over the menu.

The red-haired woman hurried over to us with a sweet tea for Butch without even asking. She reminded me of that waitress Flo from that old TV show 'Alice'. She was in her forties, red hair pinned up in a bun, bright red lipstick.

"What can I get you, hon?" she asked me.

"I'll just have a Coke."

Butch put the menu back in the holder. "I'll have the meatloaf sandwich with fries. And bring PJ here one of your famous strawberry shortcakes."

"Comin' right up, sweetie."

After Butch finished his lunch and I ate every bite of my dessert -- and nearly licking the plate clean, we headed back to his store.

"Hey, Butch," Chris said as he stepped up to us. "Bud from Tifton got here a few minutes ago. He's out back."

"I should let you get back to work," I said.

"Wait," Butch said. "Come on out back. You can play with Duke while I take care of Bud."

I followed Butch out to the back of the store to the large greenhouse area. Butch told Bud he'd be right with him, and we walked through the greenhouse to the back yard.

Beyond the greenhouse was a large fenced-in grassy area. A big yellow labrador retriever came running up to the fence gate.

"Hey, boy!" Butch called out. "Hey, Duke. This is my friend, PJ. Say 'hi' to PJ."

Butch opened the gate and Duke moved back so we could enter. I crouched down in front of Duke and held out my hand for him to sniff. Duke smelled my hand and I reached up and petted him.

"I'll be right back, PJ," Butch said. He squeezed my shoulder and turned and went back in.

Duke ran and got a tennis ball and brought it to me. I threw it and we played catch and I ran around with him until Butch returned.

"Duke is great," I told Butch as I tried to catch my breath.

"He likes you a lot."

I shrugged and looked down at Duke, who was sitting next to me. I squatted down next to him and scratched behind his ears.

"He's a good boy," I said.

Butch smiled at me and I blushed and smiled back.

"Damn, you're cute," Butch whispered.

I blushed harder and gave Butch a bashful glance. I stood up and put my hands in my pants pockets.

"Are you busy tonight?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No."

"You wanna come over to my place? We could grab a pizza and some beer."

"Sure. That sounds good, Butch."

"I'll pick you up at 6:00."

***

I headed back to Grandma's house and went up to my room and took a nap. I took a shower and cleaned up really good and made my way downstairs before Butch arrived. When he pulled into the driveway, I told my parents I was going out and hurried outside.

I got into the truck and smiled at Butch, who had one hand holding a cigarette out of the rolled down window. Duke was sitting in the backseat. I leaned in and gave Butch a quick hug and he kissed my cheek. I reached back and scratched behind Duke's ear.

His house was two streets over from Grandma's. The style was very similar to Grandma's house. It was a two story house, white, with a big front porch. It had three bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor. The lower floor had a half bathroom, plus the dining room, kitchen and family room.

Butch ordered a New York style pizza from the town's only pizzeria. He grabbed a couple of bottles of Bud Light, and we sat down on the couch and ate. It was surprisingly good. We had the TV on, but we didn't really pay attention to it. We were busy talking and laughing. One interesting fact I found out about him was that his real first name was Brian, but he has been called Butch his whole life.

After we finished eating, Butch grabbed the pizza box and the paper plates and headed for the kitchen. I grabbed the empty beer bottles and followed him. I put the bottles in the recycle bin outside the back door as Butch directed. When I went outside, Duke followed me and he ran out into the fenced in yard to go potty.

I came back inside and while Butch was in the bathroom, I took the sponge and wiped down the counter, then washed my hands.

Butch came up behind me and put his arms around me. I leaned back into him.

"Hi," I whispered.

"Hey," he whispered into my ear.

His lips kissed along the side of my neck and I sighed softly. I turned around in his arms so that I was facing him. I put my hands on his hips as he leaned down and kissed me. His kiss was full of want and desire. We stood there in the kitchen, kissing for a long time. He finally broke the kiss and moved his lips down and kissed my chin. He kissed a trail along my jaw from my chin to my left ear. He flicked his tongue along my ear and my body shuddered.

His mouth moved down to my neck and he licked a trail down to the base and began kissing and sucking. His beard tickled the sensitive skin of my neck and I trembled in his arms, whimpering softly. Butch groaned in satisfaction at my reaction to his kiss and touch. I knew he was marking me, but I didn't care.

He cupped my face gently in his hands and kissed my lips tenderly. He took my hand and led me up the stairs to his master bedroom. He shut the door behind us. I stood in front of him, looked up into his blue eyes. I trembled nervously.

"Butch... I don't normally... I'm not slutty..."

"I know, PJ."

I smiled at him warmly. "But I want to be with you," I added nervously.

Butch kissed me again, and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over my head and drop it onto the floor. As he kissed and licked my neck, he ran his hands all over my smooth chest, stomach and back and my body shuddered. When his hands moved to my nipples to lightly tease and tweak them, I whimpered and my knees buckled.

Butch chuckled in my ear and his strong hand moved around my waist, holding me to his body. I reached my hands up to his shirt and unbuttoned each button. I pulled the shirt open and he let it slide from his shoulders onto the floor. I grabbed the bottom of his white tank undershirt and pulled it out of his jeans and pulled it up over his head. I couldn't resist giving it a smell before I dropped it on the floor.

"I love the way you smell," I whispered. "It's so good."

I ran my hands up and down his hairy belly and his chest. He was built stocky. His chest and stomach muscles were rock hard underneath a soft layer of fat. He was covered in soft brown hair from his neck to his waist. He had an armband tattoo around his right bicep. He wore a gold chain around his neck, with a small gold cross on it.

"So hairy," I whispered. "So manly..."

"Fuck, you turn me on, PJ. You're so fucking cute I can't stand it."

Butch unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood in front of him in only a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. unbuckled his big leather belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. They were snug on his big thighs and bubble butt and I had to give them a couple of tugs to get them down around his ankles. I swallowed nervously when I saw the huge bulge in his blue plaid boxer shorts.

He took my glasses off and set them on the nightstand. He took my hand and led me to his bed. He pushed back the blankets and I crawled onto the bed and laid down as he moved on top of me, straddling my thigh.

We kissed and made out, running our hands all over each other. When he moved his mouth down to my nipple, I almost leapt off the bed. He gently sucked and licked each one in turn, turning each one into a hard little pebble.

"Mmm... Love your pink little nipples," he groaned.

He kissed the middle of my chest and moved down further to my belly button, then moved back up to my mouth. He flipped over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I kissed all over his chest and stomach, running my hands and mouth and tongue all over the hairy fur. I flicked my tongue on each of his nipples.

I moved further down his body to his belly button and then below. I grabbed the waist band of his boxer shorts and peeked inside. His hard cock, freed from its cotton prison, snapped up against his belly and I gasped at the sight of it.

I pulled his shorts down as Butch raised his butt up to help me, then tossed them aside. I ran my hands all over his hairy, beefy thighs as I stared at his erect penis.

He was nearly eight inches long and thick. He was uncut and the foreskin had retracted to bare his swollen dark red head. The head was wet with sticky pre-come. His natural untrimmed bush was curly dark brown like the rest of his fur, thickest around the base of his cock. He had large balls that hung low in their furry sack between his legs.

"You're so big, Butch. The biggest I've ever seen."

I looked up at him and he was resting on his elbows watching me. His eyes were filled with lust and desire.

I knelt between his legs and my hands were shaking as I slowly reached for him. I stroked and fondled his balls with my left hand as my right hand wrapped around the thick shaft. He was so thick I couldn't get my hand around him. I slowly glided my hand up and down. He felt hot like fire. He was rock hard, but velvety soft at the same time. As I stroked him, the foreskin glided up and down over the head. A drop of pre-come oozed out and I bent down and licked it away, causing Butch to groan loudly.

"Please, PJ," he whispered.

I took the head in my mouth and licked and sucked all of the pre-come that had leaked. I pushed back the foreskin with my lips and slid my mouth down the shaft. I applied steady suction and used a slow up and down movement.

Butch groaned and moved his hands to my shoulders. I sped up my motions and bobbed up and down and used my hand to twist up and down the shaft.

"Oh fuck, PJ... That feels so fucking good..."

Butch's breathing was growing more ragged and I increased the suction and took him deeper into my mouth.

"Oh god... You're so good..."

I slowed down my bobbing and took a deep breath. I plunged down his shaft as far as I could, fighting my gag reflex and swallowing. I sucked and slurped back up, then did it again. I got about seven of his inches into my mouth with each movement.

"Oh god... You're gonna make me come, baby."

His cock was nice and wet with my saliva and I gripped him tight with my hand and I bobbed up and down with my mouth, slurping and sucking hard, twisting my hand in rhythm, up and down, up and down.

"I can't hold it back, PJ. I'm gonna fucking come in your mouth, baby... Oh shit, here it comes! Oh fuck, PJ! FUCK!"

Butch's hands gripped my head and I felt the first shot blast against the roof of my mouth with shocking force. A second shot followed and I had to swallow to keep it from overflowing. He shot over and over and I swallowed repeatedly. I didn't miss a drop.

After he dumped what seemed like a quart of semen into my mouth, he finally started to go soft. I licked him clean and let him slip from my mouth.

I looked up at him and he was looking down at me through half-closed eyes with a goofy, satisfied grin on his face.

"Holy shit... Jesus fucking Christ," he panted as his body shuddered.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and moved up next to him, laying on my side facing him. I nuzzled up against Butch and kissed his neck, then nuzzled my nose in his beard.

"Mmm, Butch... That was nice," I whispered.

"'Nice'? Are you fucking kidding me? That was the best blowjob I ever got."

"Really?" I blushed.

"Hell, yeah."

Butch pushed me onto my back and rolled onto his side. He kissed my neck and ran his hands down my chest. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my briefs. I became nervous.

"You don't have to, Butch," I whispered.

He looked at me and furrowed his brow. "You don't think I want you to feel good, too?"

I looked into Butch's blue eyes as hand slipped into my briefs and wrapped around my hard dick and I whimpered softly.

I nuzzled my head into his neck as he squeezed me. He grabbed the waistband of my brief. "Lift up, PJ."

I raised my butt up and he lowered my underwear and tossed them onto the floor, leaving me completely exposed to his stare. My penis laid hard against my flat belly. Blond curly hair surrounded above the base of the slender 4-inch circumcised shaft. Pre-come dripped out of the head, making it slick with fluid.

"It's not very big," I whispered.

"Hush. It's perfect."

Butch leaned down and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth as his fingers slid up and down my erection. He flicked his thumb over the tip and I let out a whimper. He tightened his grip with his thumb and fingers and stroked at a slow and steady pace.

"Butch... It feels so good," I moaned as he broke the kiss.

He moved down to my left nipple and began sucking and licking. He moved down further, flicking his tongue around my belly button. He kept going and I drew in a sharp breath and held it as he buried his nose into the hair at the base of my dick. His tongue flicked up the shaft and I cried out when his mouth covered the head and slid down to the base. I watched him in amazement as his bearded lips slid up and down my shaft.

"Oh god, Butch," I whimpered and gripped at his shoulder with my left hand as my right hand grabbed a fistful of the sheets.

His sucking mouth felt hot and wet and was like nothing I ever felt before. I felt a wet finger trace around my hole and then press into me. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Butch... I'm gonna come... Please, Butch... I can't..."

Butch didn't stop. I was panting shallowly and letting out high-pitched whimpers. My back arched and my body tensed. My legs stretched and my toes curled.

"Oh! Butch!"

I drew in a sharp breath and cried out as the first pulse shot through my body and into Butch's mouth. My body convulsed and shook as I shot wad after wad of cream. I felt Butch swallowing.

After he sucked until I was dry, he let my softening organ slip out of my mouth, the small shaft laid nestling in the soft pubic curls.

He moved up to me, straddling my thigh. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately.

He broke the kiss and laid his forehead on mine. I looked into his eyes and smiled at him. I saw the emotions in his eyes, appearing to reflect the same feelings that I felt for him.

Butch rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. I laid on his right shoulder and wrapped my arm around his hairy body. His arm moved around my shoulders, while the other rested on the arm draped over his body. His fingers lightly rubbed my arm. I felt him kiss the top of my head.

He took my hand and pushed it down towards his crotch. It brushed against his cock, which had stiffened into another big erection.

We started kissing again, and Butch rolled on top of me. He moved between my legs, pushing them apart with his beefy thighs. My hands moved down to his waist, resting on the soft love handles. I could feel the head of his big cock pushing underneath my balls, then sliding down into my crack.




Country Boy



"I wanna make love to you, PJ."

I wanted Butch. I had never been with anyone as big as him. My last boyfriend was not much larger than me, at five inches and average thickness. I was worried about taking a member as large as Butch's, but I wanted him. I needed him.

"Yes, Butch, yes," I answered softly.

Butch opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He poured the lube onto his fingers and reached between my legs. As he sucked on my neck, his slickened middle finger slid into me. I let out a pleasured whimper and pushed back into his hand. He pulled out and slid in two fingers. I let out a ragged breath and writhed around underneath him.

My hands slid up and down his broad back. I gripped his shoulders as his fingers slid in and out of me. I felt them twisting and stretching and then they brushed over my prostate and my whole body shuddered.

"Oh, yes," I moaned and my dick twitched and a drip of pre-come oozed out onto my belly.

A third finger slid into me as Butch's mouth clamped onto my neck and sucked and nipped with his teeth.

Butch leaned over and looked into the drawer. He pulled out a black box of Trojan Magnums.

"Shit," he whispered as he tilted the empty box upside down. He flipped through the drawer.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked.

"No."

"Sorry, PJ. I shoulda been prepared."

"Um... You could pull out," I whispered. "You know, before you... I've never... but I want to... with you... If you want..."

I blushed bright red and closed my eyes. Butch kissed me hard. He pushed my legs apart and I felt him spreading more lube into my hole. He pushed back onto his knees and poured lube onto his bare cock. He stroked his cock slowly, spreading the lube around. He poured a few more drops on the head.

"Turn over, baby," he said.

I turned over onto my stomach and spread my legs wide as Butch leaned over me. He placed the head against my tight little hole and pushed. The head popped into me and I drew in a ragged breath.

I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered in pain. Butch kissed along my neck and my ear. He wrapped his arms around my chest and held me tight. He remained completely still, unmoving, allowing me to adjust to his size. The pain slowly subsided and was replaced by a feeling of overwhelming fullness. I could feel Butch breathing in my ear, wanting to move, but staying still for me.

I pushed back against him to let him know that I was ready for him to move. Butch groaned and slowly pushed his fiery hot shaft into me. I panted underneath him. He kissed along my neck.

"You feel so good, baby," he whispered in my ear. "So hot, so tight."

He paused every inch or so until he was sure that I wasn't hurting, then finally sunk all the way into me. I felt his furry bush against my smooth butt cheeks and his balls laying against mine.

He raised up onto his hands and pulled back. I gasped out load as he pushed back in, rubbing the head against the sensitive bundle of nerves at my prostate. I let out a high-pitched whimper and grabbed at the pillow.

"PJ... Baby..."

Butch began moving in and out, hitting my prostate with each thrust of his hips.

When he slid out of me, I moaned in need. "Please, Butch. Don't stop..."

"I wanna see you, baby."

He helped me turn over onto my back. Butch pushed my knees back and locked them over his elbows, spreading my legs wide apart. His fat cock slid back into me and I moaned.

Butch moved in and out, pushing harder into me with each thrust. I ran my hands up and down his body, raking my fingers through the hair on his chest and stomach. He took my legs and put them around his waist. I dug my heels into his butt, urging him into me.

"So good, PJ," he moaned.

"Harder, Butch," I whispered. "Please..."

Butch sucked hard on my neck as he pounded his fat cock in and out of my tight ass. I gripped at his back. His hairy stomach rubbed against my dick and I pushed my hips back at him. His dick slid against my prostate over and over. His bed groaned underneath our thrusting bodies.

I had never experienced pleasure like Butch was giving me. My breathing had grown ragged. A tear slid from my eye.

Butch was panting hard. His body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

My body quivered underneath him. Butch kissed me and I sucked his tongue into my mouth. He pulled away with a gasp.

"I can't hold back," he grunted. "I gotta pull out."

"Don't stop, Butch. I'm gonna come! Oh god, please, Butch!"

My back arched up and I gripped Butch tightly as my body convulsed. I felt the warm pulses of my come spurting between our bodies.

"PJ!"

Butch grunted and his thrusting jerked erratically and he shoved into me and froze. I felt his cock jerk and throb. It jerked and pulsed and I knew that he was blasting his warm seed deep inside me. I quivered underneath him and Butch collapsed on top of me. I felt his hot breath as he panted into my ear. I held his back tight to me and let my legs fall down to the bed. Butch's cock softened and slipped out of me.

Butch pulled back and looked me in the eyes. His blue eyes glistened with unshed tears. I closed my eyes and held back my emotions, which threatened to spill over.

"I've never felt anything like that before," he whispered.

"No man has ever..."

I sniffled and buried my face in Butch's neck. Butch rolled onto his back and pulled me to him.

"C'mere. Cuddle with me."

I cuddled into Butch's warm body. I laid my head on his furry chest and wrapped my arm around him. Butch stroked the back of my head and held my hand. I was tired. It was getting late and I was so sleepy.

"Stay with me tonight, PJ."

"Yes," I said immediately. "Wait. No. I can't. My Dad... He'll have a fit."

Butch sighed softly. "Okay. I should get you back... before we fall asleep."

I looked up at Butch and we kissed tenderly. We got up and I followed him down the hall to the bathroom. We went pee and washed our hands.

Butch came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His big flaccid cock pressed into my butt and I melted back against his hairy body.

"I'm sorry, PJ. You got a couple of hickeys."

I looked up into the mirror and saw the two dark bruises on either side of my neck, plus one more at the base of my neck and my shoulder. I gasped and looked up at Butch in the mirror. He was pressing his lips together trying not laugh. One look at my face and he lost it. He leaned his forehead on my shoulder and laughed heartily.

"Not funny," I said as I laughed with him.

After we got dressed, Butch drove me back to grandma's. We sat in the truck for a few minutes kissing. I shifted uncomfortably in the seat as I felt a bit of wetness in my underwear.

"I'd better get inside," I said.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt are you? Was I too rough?" he asked with concern.

"Um... No... I think your... um... your come is leaking out of me," I said as I turned bright red.

Butch smiled and laughed lightly. "You're so fucking cute when you get embarrassed. And what you just said... fucking hot as hell."

He gave me a tender kiss.

"Can I see you tomorrow? I'll even cook you dinner," he said.

"I'd love that," I said.

He gave me one last kiss and I said goodbye and got out and headed inside. I went upstairs and cleaned up in the bathroom, then went into my room. I got undressed and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in?"

Jen opened the door and sat down on the bed with me. "Hey, PJ. How was your date?"

"Wonderful."

"I guess so!" she said as she ran her finger along my neck. "Did you..."

"Yeah," I blushed.

"You slut!" she hissed.

"Shh! Jen... It was amazing. He... Oh god... He's incredible. He's so sweet. A big teddy bear. So handsome. And so sexy."

"You're in love," she said with her mouth agape.

I looked at her in shock. "I..."

I sighed.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

"To me it is. I know you better than anyone, PJ."

"I'm such a mess. Only I would fall for someone on the other side of the country."

"Well, you've got two days. Make the most of them."

Jen gave me a hug and we said our goodnights.

***

I couldn't think of anything but Butch the next day from the moment I woke up. I was finally able to ditch my family just before noon. I stuffed my laptop into my backpack and I walked into town.

I made my way to Butch's store and I said 'hi' to Chris at the counter. He smiled at me and told me that Butch was in his office.

I found Butch in his office sitting at his desk going through some papers. He had a pair of thick black framed glasses on and when I came in, he quickly pulled them off and set them on his desk. He looked slightly embarrassed, but I found the sight incredibly arousing and my dick twitched and began stiffening in my jeans.

"Hi," I said with a smile.

"Hey, baby."

Butch stood up and shut the door behind me and pulled me into his arms. "I been thinkin' 'bout you all day."

"Me, too."

Butch leaned down and kissed me slowly and passionately. His tongue pushed into my mouth and he flicked at my tongue.

I could feel his cock hardening in his jeans as he pushed his crotch against my body. I reached down between our bodies and I rubbed the front of his jeans.

"Don't start something you ain't willin' to finish," he whispered huskily into my ear.

"Who said I wasn't willing?" I whispered back.

"Oh fuck," he groaned softly.

Butch put his hands on my shoulders and gently nudged me to my knees. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I reached into his boxer shorts and pulled his stiff cock out of the fly. I licked all around the head and under his foreskin. I then took him into my mouth and quickly bobbed up and down. I was easily getting six of his inches into my mouth and I used my hand to stroke him firmly.

"Suck it, baby... Keep going... Just like that," he whispered.

I moved a furious pace, wanting to get him off as quick as possible. I looked up into his eyes. He stared down at me with a combination of lust and amazement in his eyes. I kept the eye contact as I worked him. It wasn't long before he was panting and trembling. His knees buckled slightly and with a stifled groan, he erupted into my mouth. I backed off so that I could taste the come as it ejaculated onto my tongue. I used my hand to slowly stroke and milk him. I swallowed every single drop.

I let his spent organ slip from my mouth and I gave it a couple of strokes and licked the last drop that oozed out. I covered the head with his foreskin and looked up at Butch. Butch tucked it back into his shorts and did up his jeans and then helped me to my feet.

"Let's get some lunch. I'm starved," I said with a grin.

Butch shook his head and laughed. He opened the door and, with his hand on my back, escorted me out front. He told Chris that we'd be back soon and we headed down the street to the butcher shop, which was also a deli. We ordered a couple of sandwiches and Cokes, then walked down to the town park.

We sat across the picnic table from each other and ate our lunch. We were talking and laughing while we ate. I couldn't believe how relaxed I was around Butch after knowing him such a short period.

After we ate lunch, Butch lit a smoke and then headed back to work after we made plans to meet back up at 5:00.

I decided to explore the small downtown area for a couple of hours. I bought some trinkets at the general store, but otherwise there wasn't much to do. I wanted to get online to check my email, but there were no wi-fi hotspots anywhere. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was a little bit annoyed. I walked back to the park and sat down at the picnic table. I pulled out my phone and tethered it to my laptop. I'd just check my work email while I was at it and then I could say I was using it for work.

I surfed around on the Net until the battery ran down, then I packed up and headed to Butch's store. I got there at 4:30 and Butch told Chris he was leaving early and we headed to the grocery store. Butch picked up a couple of items he needed for dinner and then we went to his house.

Butch made chicken and dumplings for dinner, which he said was a traditional southern dinner. It took a while to make, but it was really good, and I suspected that it was not too good for me.

"That was one of the best meals I ever had, but I'm gonna have to hit the treadmill hard when I get back home," I joked.

He looked at me with a flash of disappointment in his eyes, that was quickly replaced by a smile and a quiet laugh. I hoped that he didn't think I was making a comment about his size.

"When are you leaving?" he asked casually.

"First thing Sunday morning," I said quietly.

He nodded and swallowed the rest of his beer.

We moved to the couch and talked about family and relationships. I told him about my previous boyfriend, Larry.

"We were together for three years before he dumped me for a cuter, younger twink."

"Cuter than you? I find that hard to believe."

"Yeah, right. "

"Don't put yourself down, PJ. You're the cutest, sweetest guy I've ever met. That Larry guy is a fucking idiot. If you were mine, I'd never let you go."

I smiled nervously as Butch cleared his throat and looked away as he took a big swig of his beer.

He told me he had been in a relationship with a guy he met in college, at Georgia Southern. He and Scott moved to Atlanta after graduation. Butch got a job with the Department of Agriculture and they were together for over four years. Then his dad got sick and Butch moved back home.

"Scotty didn't want to move," he said quietly. "He said he couldn't go back to small town life. When it became apparent that I was going to be staying, he ended it."

"I'm sorry, Butch."

"Shit, that was almost 10 years ago. I can barely remember what Scott looks like these days. I'm happy with my life... for the most part."

We talked comfortably for a while and then the topic turned to politics. That was a huge mistake. I couldn't believe that he was a Republican.

"But you're gay!" I said with shock.

We argued over the pros and cons of each and it got heated quickly. We were both stubborn and we weren't going to change either one's minds.

"You don't know what it's like for real Americans," he said. "You're just a spoiled city brat."

My mouth fell open. "You're an asshole!" I exclaimed as my face burned bright red.

I stood up to storm out of his house and he grabbed me by the hand. He was laughing as he pulled me back down onto the couch. His laughing at me only made me madder.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

He laughed harder and grabbed me and pulled me into a hug.

"We just had our first fight. See, I knew you were too good to be true."

"Fucker," I said and started to laugh myself and soon were both doubled over in laughter.

"Let's just agree to disagree on that topic," I said. "And never bring it up again."

We got up and went out to the back yard so that Duke could run around and go potty. Butch lit a cigarette and enjoyed his smoke as we stood together looking up at the night sky.

"It's so clear," I said, marveling at the stars.

"Yeah, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

We stood there quietly while Butch smoked. When he was done, he dropped his cigarette butt and put it out with his boot. He came up behind me and put his arms around me and kissed up my neck to my ear.

"I want you, PJ," he whispered in my ear.

I looked up and back at him and he kissed me. He took my hand and we went back inside. He led me to his bedroom, closing the door behind us. We kissed and made out as we pulled each others clothes off. He put my glasses on the nightstand and we crawled into his bed.

Butch rolled me onto my stomach and spread my legs. He grabbed the lube of the nightstand moved between my legs. I felt his hands run all over my thighs and my butt. He spread my cheeks and I heard him groan and his tongue made contact with my tight little hole. I whimpered and grabbed at the pillow as his tongue ran all over and around the puckered ring. I was writhing around, pushing my hips into the bed and back into his face. His beard tickled the sensitive skin and he moaned loudly as he started thrusting his tongue in and out of me.

"Butch, please," I begged. "I need you now."

He pulled back and I felt his cold, slick fingers slide into me. I gasped at the feeling of the two fingers pushing into me, twisting and rubbing against my prostate. He took his time preparing me with the two fingers, soon joined by a third. When I thought I couldn't possibly take anymore, he turned me over onto my back.

He pushed my legs back and I locked them around his waist. He positioned his lubed cock at my hole and looked at me for approval. I moved my hands down to his butt and pulled him towards me. He slid into me. I groaned and buried my face into his furry chest.

"Look at me, baby," he whispered.

I looked up into his blue eyes. He looked at me with such concern. I could see love in his eyes as well as the desire. I whimpered and pulled at him again, urging him to push further into me as I pushed out. The pain faded as he buried himself to hilt. He never took his eyes off me as he held still, waiting for me to adjust.

I moved my hands to cup his bearded face and I pulled him down to me and kissed him. He started thrusting in and out. His cock was so hot.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned.

I kept my hands on his butt. I stroked the soft fur of his cheeks, then slid my hands up his back. I wrapped them around his shoulders and moaned as his cock repeatedly tapped my prostate.

"You're so big... You feel so good, Butch..."

Butch moved his mouth to my neck and he sucked hard as he pounded into me hard and fast. The bed was thumping under us as his hips slapped loudly against me. My breathing grew shallow and I panted as I desperately clawed at his back. High-pitched whimpers escaped my throat as he slammed into me with long, hard, deep strokes.

"Oh my god, you're gonna make me come!" I cried out.

Butch locked his eyes on mine. "Can I come inside you, baby?"

"Yes, please, Butch! Don't stop... Butch, I'm... Oh!"

My body tensed and stiffened and then released. I felt the hot squirts spreading out over my stomach as Butch's big hot cock expanded and throbbed.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming, baby! Oh god, I love you so much!"

Butch grunted loudly and shoved into me. His body jerked and shuddered and he blasted his big load into my spasming tunnel. Butch collapsed on top of me and I clung to him. He had confessed that he loved me. Did he really mean it or was it just in the heat of the moment? Either way, I needed to hear it so badly. Tears fell down my cheeks as I admitted to myself that I had fallen in love with him.

Butch tenderly kissed my neck and my cheek before searing my lips with a hot and steamy kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, he rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him. His still hard cock fell out of me and I straddled him and slid back down on it.

Butch groaned and grabbed my hips.

"I wanna make you come again," I whispered as I started to slide up and down his cock.

Butch's hands gripped my waist tightly as he moved me up and down. As I rode him, he thrust up into me. I braced myself on his hard belly and threw my head back and moaned. I heard Butch spit and I looked down at him to see his wet right hand wrap around my little dick, which was hard as a rock. He slid his fist up and down my shaft in rhythm to my bouncing hips.

My body started to convulse. I couldn't take anymore of his hand.

"Butch!" I cried out as my cock spurt a big blob of semen onto the middle of his chest, followed by a few more spurts to his chest and stomach. Butch grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him and with a roar, shot a second load into me.




Country Boy



I collapsed forward onto his chest and panted, trying to catch my breath.

Butch's arms wrapped around me and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was laying next to Butch with my head on his right shoulder. My arm and leg were straddling him and he was snoring. I looked up and squinted at the clock. It was after 11:00 and I needed to get back. As I moved, Butch stirred and opened his eyes with a grunt.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I returned.

He looked over at the clock. "I'd better get you home. You wanna shower before you go?"

I nodded and I got up and followed Butch to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature while I went pee. As I peed, he walked over and stood next to me. His big flaccid cock let loose a thick stream of pee and I watched in amazement. Even after I had finished, I stood there staring at his big dick.

Butch cleared his throat and I looked up at him and blushed in embarrassment. He laughed and slapped me on the bottom. I followed him into the shower. We were giggling and laughing playfully as we soaped and washed each other all over. He made sure to wash my butt crack and legs good, cleaning off all the semen that had leaked out of me.

After we got dressed, we headed out to the truck. Butch rolled down his window and lit a smoke as he drove me to grandma's house, two streets over from his house.

He flicked the butt out onto the street and exhaled out the window as he pulled up in front of the house.

"Can I see you again tomorrow?" he asked. "I was thinking that I'd take the day off and we could spend it together if you want."

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

"Great. Call me when you get up."

Butch gave me his phone number and I programmed it into my phone. I called him and then hung up after it started to ring.

"Now you have my number, too," I said with a smile.

Butch moved his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me to him and we kissed slow and deep. He broke the kiss and looked up.

"The porch light came on," he said with a chuckle. "You'd better get inside. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble."

He laughed and I rolled my eyes. "God. I feel like I'm in high school."

I gave him a quick kiss and told him good night and I headed inside. I waved from the porch as he drove away.

I opened the door and Dad was standing in the foyer, his arms folded across his chest.

"You know what I had to hear today?" Dad asked.

"What?" I sighed.

"I'm in a meeting with the realtor and the lawyer and I hear that my son is having a picnic in the park with the town queer. The whole damned town now thinks you're gay!"

"We've already been over this, Dad. I am gay. And I don't care what they think. If I want to have lunch or dinner with Butch Roberts, it's none of their business."

I looked behind Dad to see that Mom and Jen had stepped into the room.

"You know how that makes me look?" he shouted. "Do you even care about how I feel about this? You are the most selfish person I have ever known."

"You've got to be kidding me! I'm selfish?"

"And look at you," he scowled as he looked at my wrinkled clothes. He turned my head to look at my marked neck. "You look like that faggot's whore."

"Fuck you!"

His hand moved so fast I couldn't move away until it was too late. He slapped me so hard I was knocked backwards into the wall.

"Philip! That's enough!" Mom yelled.

Jen was staring wide eyed with her hands covering her mouth.

Dad stared me down, his hands balled into fists, his chest heaving.

I could taste the blood in my mouth and I felt the tears beginning to fall and I pushed past him and ran upstairs and slammed my door shut. I threw myself onto the bed and I cried hard into the pillow.

I wanted to call Butch. I wanted to hear his voice, to have him comfort me. But I decided not to. I didn't want to upset him.

I heard a quiet knock on the door and Jen's voice on the other side. I told her to come in and she came in and shut the door behind her. She sat down on the bed with me.

"I'm sorry, PJ. Dad is wrong. I told him how hateful he sounds."

"He's never going to accept me for who I am. I know it and you know it. I'm tired of trying to be what he wants me to be."

"Well, we're only stuck here with him one more day."

"Yeah... I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed now."

"Okay, PJ. If you need to talk, come find me."

"I will."

After Jen left, I got ready for bed and turned off the lights. I crawled into the bed and curled up into a little ball. I closed my eyes and thought about what it felt like when Butch held me. All of the other thoughts disappeared and I calmed enough to fall asleep.

***

The next morning, I got up and showered. I got dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and my boots. I headed downstairs and left without a word. I called Butch as I walked down the sidewalk.

"Hey, baby," he said as he answered the phone.

A huge grin spread across my face. "Hey, Butch."

"You up and about?"

"Yup. I'm coming over now."

"I'll come get you."

"Nah, I'm already on my way. I can walk."

When I got to Butch's house, I knocked on the door. I could hear Duke barking and Butch opened the door wearing a pair of jeans with no shirt.

"Just got out of the shower," he said.

"I'm not complaining," I said as I looked over his bulky torso.

Butch laughed and ruffled my hair. I followed him inside and shut the door behind me. I bent down and scratched Duke's ears and then gave Butch a hug.

"You look real cute today, PJ. All you need is a hat and everyone will think you're a redneck country boy," he laughed.

"Yeah, right. Until I open my mouth and sound like a Yankee."

Butch laughed, then left to finish getting dressed. He came out of the bedroom wearing a white shirt and a pair of black boots. He pulled his black hat out of the closet and put it on. He pulled out a ball cap with a hunting camouflage pattern on it and put it on my head.

"Perfect," he said.

He leaned down and gave me a kiss and then we got in the truck. We drove to the next town over because Butch said they had a great barbecue restaurant and I had to have 'real' barbecue while I was down south.

I had the pulled pork sandwich as did Butch. It came with beans and corn on the cob and it was really good. After lunch, we stopped at Home Depot since was right across the street so that Butch could pick up some items he needed.

We headed back home and stopped at the Dairy Queen and we both ordered a Blizzard. Butch drove to the park and we got out and sat down at a picnic table. As we ate, I told him about what happened with my dad when I got home. I could tell that Butch was really upset about it, so I left out the part about Dad hitting me.

"I don't care if people see us together," I said. "I'm not ashamed of who I am and I'm not ashamed to be with you."

"I'm glad to hear that, PJ. I'm proud to be seen with you. If you were mine, the whole town would know it."

I smiled at him and sighed and looked away as my eyes welled up. I didn't want him to see me cry. It was killing me inside that I was leaving tomorrow, and I just knew that he felt the same.

For dinner, we grilled steaks and made potatoes on the charcoal grill. Butch insisted that charcoal tasted better than the gas grill. The extra work was worth it, he said. And he was right. The steaks tasted great. We sat out on the back deck drinking beer. We played fetch with Duke and his ratty old tennis ball. We just enjoyed each others company. It was nice. It was comfortable. I was going to miss it.

It was me that made the first move tonight. We were sitting on the deck, kicked back, quietly looking up at the stars. A bug candle burned on the patio table. Duke was laying at Butch's feet. Butch was having a smoke, looking lost in thought. I stood up from my chair and moved around behind him. I put my hands on his shoulders and began to massage him.

"Mmm... That feels nice, baby."

I massaged him a little bit harder, working his neck and shoulders until my hands tired. Butch tilted his head back and looked up at me. I bent down and kissed him on the forehead. He wrapped his hand around the back of my head and kissed me hard on the lips.

He stood up and blew out the candle and grabbed my hand and led me inside.

In his bedroom, we stood in front of each other, staring into each others eyes. Our clothes slowly came off and I was soon on the bed, pulling him down on top of me. I spread my legs and pulled him between them.

"Make love to me, Butch. Make me yours. Just for tonight, let me know what it's like to be loved."

"You are loved, PJ."

"I love you, Butch."

Butch slid into me nice and gentle. He made love to me slowly and tenderly. Slow, deep strokes. He twisted and corkscrewed his hips, making sure to hit my prostate with every push.

I clawed at his back and writhed around on the bed underneath him. My hands and heels tried to pull him ever further into me.

"Butch, you're so amazing. I love you so much."

"Love you, PJ. Wanna make you come, baby. I wanna see you. You're so beautiful when you come."

I closed my eyes and let go. My release was the most intense feeling of pleasure I had ever experienced. I called out his name over and over, while spraying our chests and stomachs with my cream. My contracting sheath was too much for Butch and he cried out in a sob, dropping his forehead onto mine as he pumped his come into me.

Our bodies shuddered as we held each other tightly. His big hairy body covered and surrounded my smaller smooth body. Butch finally softened and slipped out of me, then rolling us onto our sides facing each other. He looked into my eyes and gently stroked my hair. I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore. I choked back a sob and pulled away from him and tried to get up and run.

Butch pulled me to his chest and held me tight and the floodgates opened. I grabbed onto him and sobbed unrestrained into his chest. He held me and rubbed me and whispered comforting words, trying to soothe me. I cried for a long time and he held me the whole time. When I finally stopped, he wiped my face with his thumbs. His eyes were brimming with tears.

"Stay with me tonight, PJ," he whispered. "Please."

I sniffled and nodded. "Yes."

He rolled onto his back and pulled me to him. I laid my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. His arms tightened around me, holding me securely. Within a minute, he was snoring. I closed my eyes. His warm hairy body and snoring soon lulled me into a deep sleep.

***

I woke up the next morning with Butch spooned behind my back. I could feel his hard cock wedged in my butt crack. His arms surrounded me and one hand was making slowly circles on my flat, hairless belly. The hand slowly drifted down further and encircled my morning wood and I whimpered softly.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered into my ear.

"Morning, sexy," I replied back with a soft giggle.

Butch pulled away for a second and I heard the plastic cap of the lube snap open. I closed my eyes and felt the slick head of his cock pushing into me. After last night's love making session, he slid in pretty easy.

"You're still wet from last night... Oh god, it feels good..."

Butch pulled my leg up and pumped into me, slow, but hard strokes. With a gently push, he rolled me onto my stomach with him on top of me. He laid flat on top of me, nearly crushing me with his weight as he thrust his cock in and out of me. I was pushing back into him, whimpering and moaning.

"Harder, Butch," I whispered.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my knees. I pushed up onto all fours and Butch slammed into me over and over, pounding me hard and fast doggy style.

"Yes, oh god, yes," I moaned. "Oh..."

Butch slapped my butt, not too hard, but enough to make it sting.

"Yeah, baby, take my cock," he grunted. "Gonna fuck you so good. I'm gonna ruin all other dick for you."

"Oh my god, your big dick is gonna make me come... Oh! Butch!"

My dick jerked and started spurting onto the sheets underneath me.

"Oh, fuck yeah, squeeze me, baby, milk it. Oh fuck, here it comes! Gonna come inside you, PJ! PJ!"

Butch grunted and I felt his cock expand and jerk. It jerked over and over and I felt a warm wet feeling at my hole. His hot semen dripped down my crack and ran down my legs as he slowly slid in and out of me. He pulled out of me and I fell forward onto the bed, completely spent. I turned over onto my back and he collapsed on top of me. He mouth moved to the side of my neck and he sucked hard, marking me once more with a dark love bite.

We kissed passionately until he forced me to get up and take a shower with him.

In the shower, I was quiet and reserved, on the verge of tears. I let Butch take care of me, and he gingerly washed me all over. He even washed and rinsed my hair. When he was finished, I took the washcloth from him and squeezed out a blob of shower gel. I washed him all over, like he had done for me.

After we got dressed, I said goodbye to Duke as we got ready to leave.

Butch put the camouflage cap on my head and I looked up at him.

"Keep it. You look real cute."

"Thanks," I said. He bent down and kissed me slowly and sensually.

When we pulled up in front of grandma's house, he turned off the truck. I unbuckled my seatbelt and scooted over and gave him a tight hug.

"I love you, Butch. I'll never forget you."

"I love you, PJ."

Butch cupped my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly. His eyes filled with tears and one spilled down his cheek.

"Stay," he whispered. "Don't go. Stay with me."

"I can't. I have my job... my dog... my life... I..."

My lip quivered and my shoulders shook. He took me in his arms again and hugged me as I sobbed once more.

"I know," he said. "But if I didn't ask, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life."

He kissed me again and then his face looked up, focusing behind me.

"Your dad," he said.

I looked back to see my dad storming towards the truck. He stood outside the door with his arms folded, trying his best to look intimidating.

Butch gave me one more kiss and I smiled at him and wiped my face. I opened the truck door and shut it behind me.

"Where the hell have you been all night?" Dad demanded.

"I was with Butch. Obviously."

"You are such a disappointment. Sometimes I wonder where you came from. Certainly not from my genes."

I heard Butch get out of the truck.

"Is there a problem?" he asked casually.

"This is a family matter. Just because you've fucked my son, that doesn't make you family."

Butch stiffened and I could see him grind his teeth. "I think PJ deserves a little more respect than that."

"I'm calling the police if you don't get back into your truck and get the hell off my property."

"Leave him alone, Dad," I said firmly.

Dad narrowed his eyes at me. "Get your ass inside and pack. If we miss the plane because of you, so help me God."

Butch backed up and stepped back into the street. He leaned against the tailgate of his truck.

Dad scowled and grabbed my arm and dragged me inside the house.

"How dare you humiliate me like this!" Dad shouted.

I ignored him and stormed up the stairs past Mom and Jen. I went to my room and packed my things. I had already packed everything the day before, so I didn't really have much to do. I brushed my teeth real quick and changed my shirt and headed downstairs with my suitcase.

Butch was still standing outside. He was leaning against his truck smoking a cigarette.

I tossed my suitcase into our rental and helped Jen with her bag. I looked at her and let out a ragged breath. I walked over to Butch and gave him a hug. Silent tears spilled down my cheeks.

"Goodbye, Butch."

"Bye, PJ."

I took a deep breath and ran back to the car as Dad honked the horn. I got into the backseat and shut the door. I waved to Butch as Dad pulled out of the driveway and he waved back at me.

As Dad straightened the car and drove away from the house, I looked back at Butch standing next to his truck. I started to sob uncontrollably and Jen pulled me into a hug. I clung to her and cried.

Mom turned and looked back me, her face showing shock and concern. "What's wrong, Philip?" she asked me.

"I love him, Mom. I love him..."

I wailed into Jen's shirt and she tightened her grip on me and ran her hand over my back. She laid me down so that my head was in her lap and she tenderly stroked my hair as we headed to the airport.

I knew that I would never forget him and I wondered how long it would take to recover from a broken heart.