Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2008 16:44:30 -0700
From: J M <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com>
Subject: AMISH ACHERS 6

Amish Achers 6
by Rollerboy_1979

The boys went out to the field to tend to their crops, so I took some time
to wander the wooded acreage and savor the cool, crisp Autumn weather in
Northwest Indiana.

The mighty oaks, elms and maples were ablaze in color, from the deepest
reds to the most brilliant yellows.........it was nearly sensory overload.
Jeb accompanied me, he being the older, more docile of the two dogs, while
Lucky was out chasing the rabbits flushed out by the harvesting process.

I had my Ipod with me, and as I drank in the beauty of my surroundings I
listened to the sweet strains of Verdi's La Traviata.  I sat under a huge,
deep red Sugar Maple and stroked Jeb's mighty head as I listened to Madame
Violetta Valery sing of her love for Alfredo Germont.  The Lyric Opera
season was opening in a few weeks, and La Traviata was the first
installment of what was to be a season to remember.  I fantasized about
taking my Caleb to the opera, dressed to the nines, his Olympian body
draped in the finest of tuxedos. The thought gave me an instant erection
which tented my loose gym shorts.

Jeb snoozed with his head in my lap until he was awakened when my stiff
member twitched and tweaked his nose.  He began to sniff as if he sensed
what I had in mind.  I looked around and could see that there wasn't
another person for miles, so I slowly got up, pulled down my shorts, and
adopted the position on a soft bed of moss and leaves.  I left my
sweatshirt on to keep the chill off.

Jeb came around and sniffed at my eager hole, then began lapping at it
giving it a good deal of doggy slobber lubrication.  After a few minutes of
his rimming, I said, "Jeb, up!" and he mounted me from behind.  His front
legs wrapped tightly around my waist as he thrust towards my waiting
manhole.  I adjusted my hips and leaned back to make contact.  As soon as
his cock head touched my ring, he dove in and started mating with me.  His
knot began to swell as his thrusting went into overdrive, and before I knew
it, it was buried deep inside me and grew to form the plug that would tie
us together.

 I continued to listen to Sempre Libera (Always Free). At this point in the
opera, friend Gastone invites Alfredo to offer a drinking song, and Alfredo
sings the praises of wine and the love it inspires. Violetta joins him,
urging everyone to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of love and life.  What
more fitting aria for a person being ravaged by a sex crazed male dog?

Jeb dismounted, turned and continued pumping his semen into me butt to
butt, as his knot tied us together.  I picked up my head and turned to say
"Good boy.......stay", to keep him from wandering; a painful proposition.
I turned back to see Caleb walking towards us, shirtless, dripping with
sweat, his golden curly locks gleaming in the sunlight.  He smiled when he
saw the predicament I was in and said, "Gabriel, thou taketh a big risk
cavorting out here in the open".  I looked up at him and just said, "Sempre
Libera".  He looked back at me with the most puzzled look and said, "Huh, I
do not understand, Gabriel".

I motioned to him to sit down on the ground in front of me.  Just then Jeb
withdrew his cock from me, turned and licked me clean.  I pulled up my
shorts and sat down next to Caleb, took the ear buds out of my ears and put
them into his.  "What is this, Gabriel?'.  "Opera", I explained.

His face lit up as he stood holding the ear buds in with his fingers,
looking skyward.  "Gabriel, thou art really an Angel, for you have the
voice of a Seraphim within this little box!", he exclaimed.  "No, Caleb,
that's a real life Angel.........her name is Rene Fleming".  "I must meet
her", he said.

At that instant, a lightbulb went off in my head.  "Caleb", I said, "Would
you like to go to the city with me to see this Angel sing in person?".  He
was so absorbed by the music, he did not hear me.  I paused the Ipod and
said, "Would you like to hear this Angel sing in real life?".  "Oh,
Gabriel, you are teasing me........for in all my dreams I never thought I
would hear an Angel sing to me", he answered.  "Walk with me", I said.

I led my sweaty, muscled Adonis back to the barn, arm in arm as Jeb walked
ahead, sniffing the ground.  I explained to Caleb how we would wait for the
harvest to end, then he and I would take Jeb back to Chicago to attend the
opera in a few weeks.  He bounded ahead of me, turned and skipped backwards
like a giddy child who just learned he was going to Disney World.  I also
explained how Geordie would stay with Lucky, then he too would have his
turn to go to the city (I could explain one apprentice, not two).  It was
settled.

The weeks went by quickly, and Geordie felt proud that he was responsible
enough to be left in charge for the week.  Caleb and Jeb jumped in for the
two hour drive to Chicago in the Alfa Romeo Spider with the top down.  The
Ipod never left Caleb's ears.........he must have listened to every word of
La Traviata a dozen or more times.

As we approached the city, he switched his focus to the lakefront, the
skyscrapers, and the enormous amount of cars on the streets.  We pulled up
to my building, gave the car and bags to the valet, and as I tipped the
man, I turned to see Caleb, Jeb's leash in hand, craning his neck looking
up at the very top of the building.  "Well, my country cousin, what do you
think?".  He answered me, "Gabriel, my Angel must be up there, for it is
nearly to Heaven".  The valet just shook his head and took the Alfa around
to the garage as I led the boys into the lobby after Jeb relieved himself.
The doorman opened the door and greeted us in a cheerful manor.  "How do
you do, sir? It's so nice to meet you", Caleb said as he furiously pumped
the poor man's hand.  "I am well young sir, and you", the doorman replied.
"Caleb, let's get you upstairs", I said as I winked to the doorman.

We took the elevator up to my penthouse on the 90th floor of my building.
Caleb nearly dropped his jaw when he walked over to the window and drank in
the view of Lake Michigan.  "Gabriel, thou hast your own ocean?".  "No,
it's not mine........it's Lake Michigan and it belongs to everyone......I
just happened to have a nice view of it, that's all".  Jeb jumped up on my
white silk sofa and curled up making himself comfortable.

"Let's get you a bath, Caleb.......we have to go shopping", I said.  "Yes,
Gabriel, I do perspire some", he blushed.  "Only about as bad as a Tibetan
yak", I said, laughing.  The poor kid just looked at me blankly.  "Never
mind......in here".  I led him to the bath, and turned on the programmable
shower/steam chamber.  I told him to take off his farm clothes and follow
me into the shower.  "Gabriel.....it rains in your house?", he asked in the
most adorable way.  "It's called a shower, and this one is a little fancier
than most.......come in, I'll show you".  I peeled off my clothes and went
in.  I sat on the ledge and watched my gentle giant take off his clothing
quite systematically.  He gently folded each piece and placed it on the
granite counter top.  There he stood in all his naked glory, totally
hairless save for his head, flexing in front of the full length mirrors.

My cock started to stir as I watched him for those brief moments.  "Come on
in Caleb", I shouted.  He snapped out of his trance and came forth.
"I....I've never seen myself before Gabriel.......I think I'm big", he
exclaimed.  I assured him, "Yes, yes you are, my son".  He then began to
blush, "........and down there too!".  I could not contain myself as I
said, "Oh God, yes, there too!".  He beamed as he stepped into the
enclosure and closed the glass door behind him.  I pressed a few buttons
and the torrent began.  He stood under the numerous shower heads and let
the sheets of rain caress his massive body.  The music came
on.........Madam Butterfly.  As Cio Cio San sang "Un bel di vedremo" (One
Fine Day), the water cascaded over my friend; he spread his enormous arms,
then wrapped them around his chest.  "Oh, Gabriel, this is magical.

I lathered up a shower loofa and began to scrub the farm off my friend.  I
started at his mighty neck, down each of his traps, each muscular arm, his
bat wing lats, and then his beautiful buttocks.  Down the back of each leg,
and then around to the front.  I was welcomed by a huge, youthful erection
that stood straight up.  It was magnificent.

During the love aria between Cio Cio San and Pinkerton, as I washed his
massive chest, Caleb opened his eyes, looked at me through the waterfalls
cascading off his brow, and smiled. He whispered, "How may I repay you?".
I turned and bent down placing my elbows on the ledge that held a cluster
of tropical plants.  He took some shower gel and gently slathered it on my
throbbing hole, then gently pressed his uncut cock to me.  His foreskin
pulled back as the head pressed into my sphincter.  His knob was large and
delightfully purple, due to his being uncut. I spread my cheeks with my
hands and he pressed forward.  He was buried deep inside when he started
his gently thrusting.

As the soprano hit her highest note, as if on queue, Caleb climaxed inside
me, filling me with his hot, steaming semen.  He finished and withdrew.  I
sat down and beckoned him to me.  "Sit on my lap", I said.  He dutifully
obeyed and sat down on my lap, placing his arm around my neck.  "I'm going
to take you shopping, my friend.  We're going to the opera tomorrow night
and I want you to feel special", I said as he beamed at me.

I arranged to have Jeb taken care of, then we took the elevator down and
walked a short while to Saks Fifth Avenue on the Magnificent Mile.  We went
directly to the Men's Department and bought Caleb a new city wardrobe,
complete with his first pair of dress shoes.  He was very proud of them.  I
arranged to have our purchases delivered, then we went to the formal wear
department for his fitting.

"Sir, may I be of assistance", the elegant gentlemen asked.  "Yes, this
young man needs a tuxedo for tomorrow nights performance of La
Traviata.........is that possible?", I asked.  "Yes, most definitely", he
responded as he eyed up the magnificent specimen I was asking him to fit.
"I am pleased to know you, sir", Caleb said as he pumped the sales clerks
hand.  "And I you", he replied.

"Armani?".  "Yes, please........classic", I responded.  Caleb whispered in
my ear, "Did he ask how many?  I chuckled and said, "No, Armani is a
clothing designer........very nice, you'll like it".  The clerk came
towards him with a tape measure and Caleb jumped back.  "What's wrong?", I
asked.  Caleb looked at the clerk with a horrified look and said, "Art thou
an undertaker?".  I laughed loudly and said, "Caleb, no, this man needs to
make sure your tuxedo fits you".  "Oh, I'm sorry", he said contritely with
his head down.  The clerk smiled, sensing a naive young man and said, "Oh,
that's quite alright sir, I can be a little scary sometimes".  The fitting
was done quickly, and the tuxedos he tried on looked magnificent.  I
arranged to have it delivered the next day, and took Caleb out to dinner.

The next day, after breakfast, we took Jeb out for a run on the beach in
the crisp fall air.  The tuxedo arrived mid afternoon, so we fed Jeb, had
the valet take him out, and started getting ready.  .  I dressed my
man/child in the finest Armani tuxedo money could buy.  We showered, then I
began dressing.  Caleb watched me, and for every article of clothing I put
on, he responded in kind.  We were both standing there in our pants and
tuxedo shirts, so I took Caleb's bow tie and tied it for him.  I put in the
shirt studs and the new cufflinks I bought that have his initials on them.
I followed suit, then we both put on our shoes.  At this point, it was time
to slip on our jackets.  I put on mine, then I watched as Caleb deftly
removed the jacket from the cover and put it on.  It was a classic, black,
double breasted with silk lapels and the finest wool.  His blonde, curly
locks cascaded down and over his collar, giving him the delicious look of a
millionaire playboy ready to paint the town in his Armani tux.  The final
touch was the white silk scarf that draped elegantly down his massive
chest.  Oh, and the red pocket square.

I called the front port and asked to have my car brought around for us.  We
patted Jeb goodbye and took the elevator down to the lobby.  My car was
parked in front and the valet was holding the door open for my friend.
Caleb's eyes were wide when he saw the elegant white Rolls-Royce Corniche
convertible (I'm Rollerboy, remember?).  He sat down in the subtle tan
Connolly leather seats, put his feet on the Wilton wool carpeting, and
marveled at the Circassian walnut dashboard and door trim.  The cool Autumn
air felt good as we glided down Michigan Ave towards the restaurant.  We
gave the car to the attendant and went in for a light supper before the
opera.  Caleb looked puzzled as he counted the silverware and plates.
"Gabriel, how will I know which one to use?", he asked.  I reassured him,
"Don't worry.........just follow my lead".  We finished and drove to the
Lyric Opera House, gave the car to the valet and walked in.

The creme de la creme of Chicago society was there, so I introduced my
young apprentice to everyone.  The women swooned, the men eyed him from
head to toe, and he was as charming and delightful as ever.  I explained
that we were collaborating on a book about the Amish community.  They
peppered him with questions, and I stayed close to intervene if they became
too probing.  It was fine.

The curtain call told us it was time to be seated, so we worked our way to
my box and sat down.  He could not keep his eyes off the beautiful
furnishings and elegant people.........as if he were a visiting man from
Mars.  As soon as the orchestra began playing, he was mesmerized.  Rene
Fleming was magnificent, and she held him in rapt attention.  He could not
take his eyes off of her.  At one point, he turned to me and like a little
boy said, "I can see what they're saying!" as he pointed to the English
subtitles that are projected above the stage.

Caleb sat sobbing as Madame Violetta Valery lay dying in the final scene.
Rivers of tears streamed down his cheeks as the tragedy unfolded on stage.
I could imagine his thoughts as he agonized over that Angelic voice dying
in front of his very eyes.  It was almost too much to bear.

I put my arm around him as the curtain fell and assured him that she really
didn't die.  And sure enough, the curtain parted and Ms. Fleming came out
to take a bow.  He sprang to his feet and applauded loudly.  He smiled
broadly as he stood there clapping, watching an angel take her bows
acknowledging the standing ovation.  Little did Caleb know, but I had one
last surprise up my sleeve.

I had a valet bring us a bouquet of roses, so I took Caleb by the arm and
asked him to follow me.  We followed the valet backstage and came face to
face with an angel.  We gave her the roses, then Ms. Fleming extended her
hand to my friend, and then to me.  Caleb stood there trembling, so I
turned to him and said, "Don't you have anything to say to Ms. Fleming".
He blushed, composed himself and said, "I prayed to my Lord that you
wouldn't die......I'm so glad he listened".  He then took her hand, bowed,
and kissed it sweetly.  Ms. Fleming was so touched by his innocence, she
simply said, "Young man, you charm me so".  He smiled, we said our goodbyes
and thanked her for a spectacular performance.

To say that Caleb was on Cloud Nine would be an understatement.  During the
ride home he was strangely silent, then said, "Gabriel, I love you".



If you liked this story, please read my other stories in the Nifty Archives
Prolific Authors file under "Rollerboy". They are: Pumping with Charley,
Canine Unit, Dude Ranch, Limousine, Self- Suck Virgin, and Campground. Your
comments are welcome at: rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com