Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 09:54:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: J M <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com>
Subject: AMISH ACHERS

Amish Achers - Part I

by: Rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com

It was a clear, sunny fall day in Northern Indiana.  I had the top down on
my Alfa enjoying the fall colors.  I prefer secondary back roads to the
busy interstates; this way I get to take in the local flavor of the small
towns that progress seems to have forgotten. I had just left an Amish farm
that was just a cheesy, commercialized rip-off of the Amish people.  A
quick run-through and I was out of there and on the road again.  As I was
driving along I saw something on the shoulder up ahead.  It was black with
a triangle reflector on the back, like those used by slow moving farm
machinery.  It was an Amish buggy, lop-sided to the passenger's side.  I
could see a figure crouching down as if working on something that was awry.
There was no horse, which I thought was curious.  I pulled over behind the
disabled vehicle to see if I could lend a hand.  The thought occurred to me
that in an Amish community, when someone is in trouble the "barn raising"
mentality kicks in and everyone helps out.  Not so today, so it seemed.  As
I exited the Alfa, a young man stood up and faced me.  He was a mountain of
a man, at least 6' 3", shirtless, blond curley hair, with sweat running
down his face.  He was wearing home-made pants with suspenders that framed
a 54" chest heaving from exertion.  His "guns" were huge and hung down off
of massive shoulders; he obviously had a build that was not the product of
a few weekly workouts at the gym, but rather from daily manual labor.  No
one can achieve that kind of bulk without lifting heavy weight and eating
like a horse.  His pants were a bit tight, and he seemed ready for a flood,
which gave me the impression that this boy did not have a mom or wife to
make him new clothes as he outgrew the old ones.  The other clue was that
he was clean-shaven; Amish men grow a beard only after they marry.  I
guessed him to be between twenty-five and thirty years old, much too late
to remain single in this society.  He was all man, with a day's growth of
stubble, and a sizeable "package" between his legs, so it was hard to
imagine that some sweet, plain Jane, Amish girl hadn't chosen him.  "Are
you OK son?", I asked.  He responded in a slightly Germanic accent, "Kind
Sir, my carriage doth need a new wheel".  He was clearly a home-schooled,
genuine Amish boy, brought up by caring parents who taught him his manners.
"OK, well, I can give you a lift somewhere", I said.  He blushed at the
suggestion and responded, "Your automobile is mighty fine, but I am not
allowed to ride in it, thank you".  I sensed that I may have made my first
Amish faux pas.  I forgot about the thing they have with rubber tires.
"Oh, yeah, right", is there somthing else I can do?  He beamed and said,
"Your willingness to assist me is a gift from God".  "My brethren have
foresaken me, but you have not".  That statement puzzled me, so I asked "Do
you mean that none of your family or neighbors have stopped to help you?".
He hung his head down to his chest and mummbled, "Yes, I have been
shunned".  "Whoa", I thought, here stands before me a magnificent specimen
of manhood, and his congregation has shunned him, cheating the gene pool of
his superior seed?  I sensed that he had done something so wrong that his
family and fellow church members have given up on him.  "What's your
name?", I asked.  He answered, "God knows me as Caleb, sir".  "OK, Caleb,
if your friends won't help you, I don't think you have a choice about
accepting a ride from me".  "I think God would understand".  He looked at
me with his steel blue eyes, furled his brow briefly, then smiled broadly
and said, "You are my guardian angel, may I call you Gabriel?".  "Sure", I
said, "But only if you'll let me give you a ride somewhere".  I thought it
might be best to remain anonymous for the time being anyway, especially if
things worked out the way I was fantasizing.  I had to ask, "Where's your
horse Caleb?".  "It was too hot for him, so I sent him home", he said.  I
guess it's true that a horse knows where the stable is.

I opened the door and let my new friend into the Alfa.  He reacted to it
like a little boy, taking in every nuance of the automobile.  "Tis mighty
fine, yep, mighty fine, Gabriel", he gushed.  We drove off with the top
down and the wind blowing his blond curls all over the place.  As he rode
along, he leaned back with his eyes closed and seemed as though he were set
free.  I ceased the moment and asked him, "Caleb, why did your family and
friends shun you?".  He opened his eyes and turned to look at me, his eyes
welling with tears.  Tears ran down his cheeks as he spoke, "I was found
sinning with Jeb".  I immediately pulled over and parked under a huge shade
tree.  It was clear that this boy was terribly ashamed about something and
was in need of some consoling.  He sobbed as he spoke, "Gabriel, I have
courted three fine ladies and prayed each time that I could beget children,
but, alas, I have no feelings for them".  "I look at my brethren with much
admiration, and that is an abomination in God's eyes", he continued.  I
knew what he was telling me so I pictured Caleb and Jeb going at it in the
barn, eventhough I had no idea what Jeb looked like.  "It's OK Caleb, I
don't judge people", I responded, as my dick started to get hard.  "If you
ask me, as I look at you I'd have to say that God's pretty proud of what he
created".  His tears subsided and he grinned from ear to ear just from
hearing those words of encouragement.  We drove on and came to a farm lane;
Caleb directed me to drive down to the barn at the end of the lane.  We
pulled up to it and could see the horse inside, munching away on his oats.
It was a large barn, but there was no house, so I had to assume that Caleb
lived in it.  It was clear that he was sent off to live alone, away from
contact with his fellow Amish.  He farmed and lived off the land.  There
was no indication that he had any electricity or plumbing (the outhouse and
the pump were my first clue).  He got out of the car and put his fingers in
his mouth.  He whistled loudly, and peered out towards the cornfield.
Soon, a large, cream-colored, mixed breed dog came running out of the
cornfield.  He ran up to Caleb and jumped up, putting his front paws on
Caleb's shoulders.  "Good boy!", he said.  I looked at this large dog as he
stood there licking Caleb's face.  He was a large unneutered male.  His
balls hung heavily between his legs and flopped back and forth as he jumped
and licked.  "Gabriel, this is Jeb", Caleb said as his face turned bright
red with embarassment.  "Uh, hello Jeb", I said nervously as it sank in
that this was the creature Caleb was found "sinning" with.  I was pretty
sure they weren't caught playing cards.  I love dogs so I took Jeb's
massive head in my hands and caressed him.  "He likes you Gabriel", Caleb
said.  I looked down where Caleb was staring and saw Jeb's red doggie dick
sticking out of it's sheath. Caleb was looking at me now, with a longing
I'd never seen before.  He turned and walked to the barn.  He came out in a
horse-drawn buckboard with a spare wheel in the back.  "I'll be off now to
fetch my buggy, you and Jeb can get acquainted", he said while winking at
me.

I grabbed my shaving kit and walked into the barn with Jeb following
behind.  There was a loft overhead that looked like it was set up as living
quarters.  I climbed the ladder into the loft and Jeb followed by jumping
up on hay bales that seemed to be arranged for that purpose.  Jeb trotted
over to me and immediately started to hump my leg.  This dog was hot and
horny.  I sat down and let Jeb lick my face while I reached under and took
hold of his throbbing dog cock.  It swelled to enormous proportions and
started to drip precum as I slowly stroked it back and forth.  I looked
around the loft and saw some very basic living arrangements.  Caleb's loft
consisted of a feather bed, propane hotplate, and some typical Amish
clothing hanging in a corner.  In the other corner, there was a thick mat
on the floor that had some curious stains on it.  Jeb left me and walked
over to the mat.  He sat down with his cock sticking out and pulsating as
he panted.  I quickly figured out that this was the spot Caleb and Jeb used
to copulate.  I figured the boy was going to be gone a long time, so I
stripped and crawled over to the mat.  I stuck my ass in Jeb's face and the
dog immediately jumped up and onto my back.  He mounted me as if I were a
bitch he was intent on fertilizing.  I grabbed some lube from my shaving
kit and liberally smeared it on and into my throbbing asshole as his dog
meat was poking at me.  His thrusts were strong and purposeful.  His cock
poked my ass cheeks searching for it's mark.  I shifted the angle of my
hips slightly and Jeb quickly found my man pussy.  He rammed his huge dick
into my ass as I relaxed my sphincter to accomodate him.  He immediately
wrapped his front legs tightly around my waist, and fucked me hard like an
animal following his instinct to procreate.  I could feel his knot ramming
up against me with each thrust of the powerful dog.  It was about the size
of a plum and it was designed by Mother Nature so the male dog can "tie"
with the female to ensure that his semen will impregnate the bitch.  I so
wanted to tie with Jeb, so I relaxed my sphincter even more and reached
back to spread my ass cheeks with my hands as Jeb continued to pump me
hard.  Suddenly, his knot buried itself inside my rectum as a searing pain
stabbed at my ass.  It quickly subsided as his knot comfortably settled
inside of me.  I had never felt so full, not even with the biggest butt
plug.  I could feel his hot dog jiz filling me up.  The volume of his
ejaculate was enormous because I could feel it running out of my ass and
down my legs.  Jeb suddenly stopped thrusting and hopped off my back,
twisting to turn away from me.  There we stood, locked butt to butt, "tied"
in an animal embrace that was to last about 30 minutes.  I imagined Caleb
and Jeb locked together like this when Amish Mom or Dad discovered them
locked in this devil's dance.  Jeb continued to ejaculate inside of me as I
masterbated myself, fantasizing about Caleb walking in and finding me
"tied" with his dog.  I blew my load across the mat and over the side of
the loft.  It probably landed on the horse's back down below.  With each
ejaculation, my ass tightened on Jeb's knot, and that put pressure on my
prostate gland.  Each contraction was intensified by the presence of Jeb's
knot pressing down on my gland.  It was the most intense orgasm I have ever
had.  I slumped down and put my face on the mat, turned towards the loft
ladder.  I lay there, butt in the air attached to my new friend's dog,
chest heaving from the intense orgasm I just had, and eyes closed reliving
the experience.  Jeb's cock was starting to subside, but his knot was still
large enough to stay in.  He seemed restless and wanting to pull out, so I
opened my eyes and turned to the dog who was staring intently towards the
loft stairs.  I turned to see Caleb looking at me from the ladder with a
huge smile on his face.  At that moment, Jeb pulled his knot and cock out
of my ass with a pop, allowing his dog cum to gush out of me.  Caleb came
up to me with a towel and started to clean me up as I lay chest down on the
mat, breathing heavily.  I could see a huge erection through his tight
pants as he squatted down over me.  "Gabriel, you are a kindred spirit to
me", he said softly.  "Please stay the night with me?", he pleaded.  I
said, "I will" and drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.

To be continued...