Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2003 12:06:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: J M <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com>
Subject: AMISH ACHERS - PART II

Amish Achers - Part II

by Rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com


I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs.  I looked up and saw Caleb, dressed
in a nightshirt, at his hotplate cooking up a storm.  I was in his big
feather bed, buck naked under a big down comforter.  I asked, "What time is
it?", still in a "just woke up" kind of fog.  "It is 5am, and breakfast is
ready", Caleb answered.  "Breakfast", I thought", I must have slept 12
hours!".  Could it be that the peace and solitude of this place, so
different from the city, made me sleep that long?  "There are bedclothes on
the chair, Gabriel", Caleb said.  I pulled off the comforter and the aroma
of wildflowers filled my senses, as if I had been bathed and annointed by
someone who cared for me.  I pulled the nightshirt over my head and let it
drop nearly to the floor.  I was surprised that it fit me, given the size
of Caleb.  I assumed he outgrew it a few years ago.  "Come to the table and
have breakfast with me, then you must tell me all about your world", he
said.  I walked over as he was placing plates full of eggs, bacon,
biscuits, and a pot of coffee on the table.  Jeb was sleeping soundly in
the corner, and I wondered if Caleb got fucked after I passed out last
night.

I have never seen someone eat as much at 5 o'clock in the morning; Caleb
must have eaten a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon.  There was no question
how this boy gets enough protein to produce the kind of muscle mass he
carries on his frame.  "Do you always eat like this, Caleb?", I asked.
"Yes, God has blessed me with this body, so I must eat to stay this way",
he answered.  It was clear that he understood the relationship between
protein, caloric intake, and resistance training.  No one could achieve a
physique like his without that kind of knowledge.  We finished eating and
sat there talking about his farm, his animals, and his faith in God.  He
explained how he was born into a traditional Amish family and how he was
raised in the faith.  I didn't know that teenage Amish children are allowed
to live in the real world so they can decide if they want to live in the
traditional manner.  Caleb told of how he went to high school for one year
and was overwhelmed by the girls who came on to him, and by his attraction
to boys.  He went back to Amish life as if to punish himself.  It seemed to
be his way of denying his feelings and hiding out.  His homosexual urges
became so strong, that he found a way to satisfy his urges without actually
having sex with a man.  Having sex with Jeb was the animal equivalent of
the thing he fantasized about most.  I was amazed to hear that Caleb had
never had an orgasm.  He spoke of spilling his seed in his sleep, which I
assumed were nocturnal emissions, but admitted that he had never even
masterbated himself to orgasm.  I was talking to a male virgin who still
thought masterbation was naughty.  He had a sweet, genuine innocence about
him that I had never seen before.  "Gabriel, my private parts ache, and I
worry that something is wrong with them", he pleaded.  "Do you think God
has stricken me with a malady because of my unclean thoughts and actions",
he asked as he stood and hiked his nightshirt up to his chin.  I looked
down and saw his magnificent maleness hanging there limply between his
legs.  He was uncircumsized with a generous amount of foreskin overhanging
his glans, and his balls were large and heavy, dangling low behind his
cock.  His penis was thick and veiny, and his blond pubic hair was like a
"V"-shaped carpet that trailed up towards his navel.  I gently cupped his
balls in my hands and rolled each one between my thumbs and forefingers,
checking for lumps or abnormalities.  He was at a prime age for testicular
cancer, so I wanted to be sure he was OK.  "Nope, Caleb, you have what some
people call "blue balls", a rather crude term used to describe someone who
hasn't had sex for a long time", I assured him.  "Your body has a way of
dealing with that; it's called a "wet dream".  "You probably haven't had
one in a long time, so you are probably just congested with semen", I said.
He seemed relieved then confided, "My penis got hard last night when I
slept beside you Gabriel".  "You slept with me?", I said surprised.  "Yes,
after I bathed you; are you angry with me?", he asked.  "No, no, not at
all; I wish you would have awaken me", I responded.  I lifted his now
semi-erect penis with my hand and gently peeled back his foreskin, baring
his glans.  It had a nice purple color with bits of smegma clinging to it.
His essence was a mixture of him and wildflowers, similar to the smell on
my own body.  I took his cock into my mouth and could feel it getting hard
as I gently suckled him.  His cock grew to enormous proportions and filled
my mouth.  I started to pump his cock harder and harder with my mouth,
feeling the veins ripple as it drew in and out of me.  Caleb peeled his
nightshirt off over his head as I looked up past his washboard abs to his
beautiful face.  His eyes were closed and his head was flung back.  He
started to pump his hips back and forth as if fucking my head.  I reached
over and stuck my finger in the butter, then I reached back and inserted it
into his tight hole.  I massaged his prostate gland 'till he began to
shudder and groan, then suddenly he had a tremendous orgasm that shook his
entire body.  He blew his load into my mouth with a forcefulness I have
never experienced.  It literally blew down my throat.  If I hadn't
swallowed it, I would have choked on the volume.  His cum was slightly
salty and very thick.  I could only imagine the billions of sperm I was
swallowing with his every ejaculation.  He continued to cum as I pressed
down on his prostate with each ejaculation.  The ropes of cum kept coming,
as if this boy hadn't ejaculated in weeks.  I just kept swallowing to keep
from drowning in sperm.  He finally stopped ejaculating into me, then he
leaned forward, placed his hands over my ears, and kissed me on top of the
head exclaiming, "Gabriel, thou art my angel, 'tis true; you have been sent
to me by God to relieve me of my guilt".  I just looked up at him with cum
streaming out of my mouth and down my chin and smiled. Suddenly, Jeb was
there wimpering at us, as if to say, "It's time to make puppies!".  I knelt
down on the floor and let him lick the cum off my face.  Caleb said, "Jeb,
thou art my faithful companion", as he patted him on the head.  Then he
walked over to the mat and got down on his hands and knees.  The dog
trotted over to him and immediately mounted him from behind.  There he was,
this magnificent creature, being mounted by a large, horny, male dog.  His
arm muscles rippled as he supported his and the dog's weight.  Jeb started
poking at Caleb's buttery hole and was soon buried deep inside of him.
This young man with years of pent up guilt was getting fucked by a dog
right in front of me.  The dog had his front legs tightly wrapped around
Caleb's narrow waist which made his "V"-shaped torso look even more
pronounced.  Jeb fucked him furiously, but he seemed to have a purpose, as
if Caleb were his bitch and this was a routine insemination.  The vision of
a gorgeous man being fucked by a large dog is indescribable.  My cock was
rock hard as I watched them copulate.  I walked over and stood in front of
Caleb as he was being rammed from behind by Jeb.  I stood there with my
cock in front of Caleb's face.  He opened his eyes and saw my uncut meat in
front of him, then he instinctively opened his mouth and took me in.  My
foreskin doesn't cover my cockhead when I'm hard like his does, but it's
still fun to play with.  I do so when I self-suck, a trick I hope to teach
Caleb.  Although he's a virgin, I'm sure he's watched many newborn calves
suckle their mothers, and I'm sure he's practiced on cows, or even Jeb.  He
sucked me gently as I rythmically pumped my cock in and out of his mouth.
Jeb continued to pump his canine sperm into Caleb as Caleb sucked my cock
like a pro.  Jeb finished humping Caleb, but he was tied with him so he
turned and hopped off while continuing to pump cum into him.  I soon
experienced an intense orgasm and blew my load into Caleb's mouth.  This
must have been new to him because he gagged and spit cum all over my pubes
as I continued to ejaculate all over his face.  He said, "I'm sorry
Gabriel, I am not as experienced as you".  He put my cock back into his
mouth, and he started to swallow my load.  After I finished my orgasm, I
pulled out of Caleb's mouth and sat down in front of him, licking my cum
off his face.  Jeb's knot went down enough to disengage from Caleb.  Cum
flowed out of Caleb's ass once the dog was clear.  We sat down and embraced
as Jeb cleaned himself in the corner.  "Gabriel, I want you to stay with me
and teach me your ways", he pleaded.  "I can stay for a few days, but I
need to get back", I answered.  I had every intention of staying with this
beautiful boy for as long as I could.  And I planned to visit him as often
as possible.

The next few days were a blur of dog fucking, cock sucking, and a virgin
man's first real man-fuck.

To be continued..............................................