Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2007 09:39:44 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Other little House 21

Chapter 21
And the Evening


We stood there, naked except for our boots, Brent's arms draped across
my chest and his chin resting on the top of my head, just watching the
sun set across the gently rippling seedheads growing from the land that
would soon be mine, ours.

Brent shifted his weight and said, "We'd best be getting on with the
chores."

I tucked myself against Brent's side, under his arm and we walked back
down our hill together. I fed the chickens and closed them in the coop
for the night and then took care of the goats and pigs While Brent fed
the horses and milked the milk cows. I mucked out the stalls while Brent
finished milking the cows and releasing them into their enclosed pasture.
Brent opened the gates to his stallions and my filly's paddocks and we
headed for the bathing hole, followed by the horses, my filly whacking
the stallion with her tail as he tried to sniff at her.

Brent and I took off our boots and socks and the horses continued across
the shallow river to their grazing place after collecting a few soothing
scritches from Brent and me. Silently, enjoying the warm night and the
peaceful burbling of the river that was only softly interrupted by the
sound of nightjars and a fox calling to his vixen, we lovingly washed
each other in the hot, clear water. Brent had just finished rinsing me
off for the second time when he knelt in front of me and took my erection
in his mouth. Taking his head between my clutching hands to slow him
down, I went up on my toes in an agony of pleasure.

Just before I was ready to explode, Brent released me and stood up.
"It's your turn to wash me now," he said, turning his back to me.

Trembling with frustration, I vowed to make him beg for release ten times
for what he'd just done! I picked up the washrag and homemade soap and
began to roughly scrub the dirt off the body I wanted so badly. I dunked
him to rinse him off and scrubbed him again, hard enough to remove the
first layer of skin. I dunked him again, but instead of standing up,
Brent stayed on his hands and knees.

"Make love to me Jason."

"What?"

"Make love to me Jason. I want you inside of me to seal our bargain."

Shaking with confusion, disbelief and desire, I blurted, " You can't be
serious!"

"If we're going to be partners, it's got to be 50-50 all the way
Jason. I want to be able to take as well as give. And I want you to give
me what I need right now Jason. I need you inside of me."

Slowly, I sank to my knees beside Brent. Wonderingly, carefully lest he
disappear, I touched Brent's soft skin and ran my hands across his back.
Sighing, he trembled and spread his knees even further, presenting
himself to me in his virgin state. Much more calmly than my mind, my
hands caressed his body, soothing and massaging the tension out of his
muscles and glorying in the feel of him. Once he was gentled down my
hands returned to his neck and shoulders and began to deeply massage the
thick masses of muscle. Brent moaned and hung his head loosely as his
muscles surrendered and relaxed before my onslaught.

When I'd worked my way below his shoulder blades, I moved behind Brent,
never changing my massage, but gaining a better position to work from.
Massaging his back and sides was a joy, but working on is bulging butt
muscles was glorious. Never had I seen or felt a more magnificent pair of
globes. As I worked deeply into the masses of firm muscle, spreading the
cheeks to expose the hairy crack, Brent went swaybacked and spread his
feet even wider to more completely expose himself and present me with a
hair shadowed view of his virgin pucker. Enticed my head swooped down and
I gently kissed the exposed rounded cheeks, licking and sucking and
kissing the trembling flesh as I tentatively advanced my oral caresses
into the channel and down the crack until I was finally able to kiss the
pink rosebud that was my objective.

Sighing, Brent pushed back against me. "Oh! Oh, yes! Oh, my God. I never
knew I could feel like this! Do it! Do me! Kiss me there, Please. Oh
please, don't stop! Never stop. Please!!!"

Wrapping my arms around his protruding butt, locking my hands across the
small of Brent's back and burying my face even deeper, I counted to
myself, `That's once he's begged.'

Kissing and nibbling with my teeth and lips, I eagerly attacked Brent's
hole with my pointed tongue. I have one of those long, narrow tongues
that extend easily from a persons mouth. I measured myself one time and
my tongue could stick out over three inches from my teeth. I used this
slick probe to its fullest extent to assail the orifice before me.
Brent's ring finally gave up and my tongue slithered deeply inside of
him in one long slide before his muscle clenched shut, trapping my long
intruder. Brent's long hanging balls quickly rose to the base of his
swollen, drooling cock and he started to throb.

I reached up and put my hand between Brent's balls and cock, squeezing
his sack until his orgasm subsided. Once his urge to shoot passed I
wiggled the tip of my tongue inside of him and he immediately tried to
orgasm again. My tongue stilled and my hand clamped him again until, once
again, his imminent orgasm receded. I kept this up, alternately tickling
him with the tip of my deeply inserted tongue and thrusting in and out of
his spasming hole and squeezing his balls when he threatened to shoot his
manjuices.

Before long, Brent was whining and begging me to let him cum. He promised
that he'd do anything if I just let him shoot his wad. That was twice
he'd begged. I squeezed his balls even harder and drove my tongue in and
out of him at the same time. He cried out, begging me nonstop to please
let him cum. That was three times.

Finally, he bent down and opened his hole completely to me in total
submission. That was four times and the charm, In one fluid movement my
tongue slid out of his hole and I raised over his back and impaled him in
one long smooth insertion of manflesh into manflesh. He squealed at the
same time we heard a much louder squeal from across the river. We both
turned our heads just in time to see Blackhawk mount Dancers back and
plunge his huge cock into my filly. Brent and my filly lost their
virginity at the same time, squealing in concert as the big stallion and
I both fucked our partners in time with each other. Brent was thrashing
around, begging nonstop for me to fuck him harder and to please, please
let him cum. I quit counting and called it even as I plowed with all my
power into my lover, my man, my completely submissive stallion.

Blackhawk and I started snorting and pointing our heads to the stars at
the same time, signaling each other our eminent orgasms. Squealing,
Blackhawk and I began impregnating our sexmates. Dancer dropped her head
and accepted Blackhawk's bounteous offering deeply into her womb as
Brent began to hunch and spray the surface of the pool with his long
retarded orgasm as I filled his no longer virgin guts with my delighted
offering.

I collapsed onto Brent's broad back trembling with waves of
post-orgasmic stimulation. After supporting my weight for a while Brent
finally began to crawl across the sandy bottom to our favorite resting
place. Collapsing to his side, he dumped me into the water and quickly
rolled to his side to face me. We both arranged ourselves so that our
heads rested on the flat stone `pillow' and our bodies floated close
together. Lightly touching and kissing each other, we lay there
surrounded by the magic of life.

"I never knew it would be like that. I mean, I've thought about what
being fucked would be like, but I never imagined it would be like that."

"Now you know why I enjoy having you on top of me so much."

Brent thought for a while, and then continued, "I really liked having
you fuck me like that, and  want you to do it again, but I think I really
like fucking you and having you suck me the most. Is that going to be a
problem for us?"

"I don't think so. Basically you're more dominant than I am. I prefer
having you in charge and doing what you tell me to do. That's just the
way I am. And that's just the way you are. You take charge naturally. It
doesn't mean that I can't be in charge sometimes and tell you what to
do and it doesn't mean that you can't be on the bottom sometimes. It
isn't good and bad, I don't think. It's just the way we are."

"You really don't mind if I like to fuck you more than I like getting
fucked by you?"

"No! I prefer it that way. I like it when you're the boss. I especially
like it when you want me so bad that you just have to pleasure me. And
you do. You pleasure me so good that I want you to do it over and over
and over. I don't want you to ever stop giving me pleasure."

"Wanna go to bed?"

I stood up and reached my hand down to my lover, "Yeah!"

Brent took my hand and stood up. He gathered me into his arms and pulled
us together, his soft penis pressing into my belly below my navel.

"Jason. Will you be mine. Will you live with me and take care of me and
let me take care of you. Will you be my lover and my partner and share my
life with me. Until death do us part?"

Pausing only briefly, I answered, "I will, Brent. Will you be mine. Will
you accept my faults and let me know and accept yours. Will you care
about me, and let me care about you. Will you let me be who I am, and let
yourself be who you are, and never lie to me. Will you share your life
with me, until death do us part?"

Brent took my face softly between his hands, "Yes, I will."

And he kissed me until I though we were both going to pass out. Brent
finally broke off the kiss, long before I was done with it. I punched him
in the belly and splashed out of the pool and up the bank.

"Last one in bed gets fucked!" I yelled and dashed off up the path to
the house with Brent charging along behind me. The horses, ears perked
trying to figure out what was going on, followed us at a trot. Opening
the door slowed me down a little bit and Brent caught me at the top of
the ladder, grabbing me by the balls. I struggled to get to the bed
before him and we ended tangled up, falling into bed side by side at the
same time. I tried to get on top and accused him of cheating by grabbing
me. He accused me of cheating by not giving him a fair start and tried to
get on top of me. Arguing and grabassing like a couple of teenagers
(well, what did you expect, we were teenagers) we grappled with each
other and then started a major tickle fight that ended up with me busting
one of the feather pillows over Brent's head.

Feathers flying all over the room, Brent yelled, "You little shit," and
pulled me down to the mattress and gave me the most giggly fuck I've
ever had, right in the middle of all those feathers. Exhausted by no
sleep the night before and the days activities, we fell asleep in each
others arms, Brent's cum and dick still inside me, a method of sleeping
I was to become accustomed to, and delight in for many years to come.

I awoke in the morning with a very full feeling from the erection in my
bottom which was soon intensified as Brent woke up and yawned and
stretched. His stretch ended with him vibrating up against me and then
giving me a lazy, from-the-back, good-morning fuck. After a mutually
satisfactory conclusion to that bit of exercise we got up. Not all that
many feathers had actually escaped from the pillow and it only took us a
few minutes to capture most of the loose feathers and stuff them back
into the canvas ticking, although it took me the rest of the week to
finally capture the last of the stray bits of down.

We went downstairs and to the outhouse together where I promptly sat down
and started oozing what felt like two or three quarts of sperm that Brent
had put inside of me. Brent started to sit down beside me, but I asked
him to pee into the trough where I could watch him. Happily, Brent stood
in front of the trough, turned a bit to the side so I could see well, and
scratched his pubic hair until his erection subsided enough for the dark
yellow, heavily musky morning piss to start flowing. It was very special
to me to have this man allow me to watch him in an intimate body
function. My eager eyes caught every movement as the flow coursed down
the shaft, slightly swelling the lower tube until the ripple passed
behind the partly retracted foreskin, pulled back by the heavy fullness
of the bloated organ. Almost immediately, his little lips spread and
emitted a flat stream of steamy yellow that twisted around on its way
down to splash into the trough. I decided right then to teach Brent some
games we could play with his heavy, long-lasting stream. I also decided
that he wasn't getting enough to drink because his urine was too dark
and smelly. I made a mental note to rectify that problem to protect his
kidneys and to increase my opportunities to see him peeing.

Once Brent spurted out the last of his morning offering, I got to watch
him strip down the last few drops and flick them into the tin trough.
Brent turned to take a seat next to me but I stopped him with a hand on
his him. Moving my hand with a lot more confidence than I actually felt,
I lifted his shaft and licked that last drop off the nose of his still
unsheathed head. A little startled at my licking the pee off his dick,
Brent paused and then smiled at me.

"Thanks. That's the one that always runs down my leg."

Still smiling, Brent sat down next to me and let out a huge fart, and
then a loud plop as a heavy turd left him and fell to the slurry below.
"Ahhhh, that felt good." Listening to me drop a few of my own, he
continued, "Before long, we'll have this place smelling like the both
of us."

I grunted out a good one and smiled back at him. "I've got some
catching up to do."

That set the beginning of our morning routine from then out. Have some
morning sex, which Brent particularly liked (I enjoyed it to, but
preferred my sex at night, which Brent avidly went along with), and then
sitting together in the outhouse taking care of our bodies needs and
generally discussing the needs and chores of the day. By the time we'd
voided and washed each other, we generally had the plan for the day
figured out. This first day of our marriage, Brent planned on doing some
needed repairs to the barn and corral fencing and I wanted to get some
work done on the house, plus a little extra....

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