Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 05:13:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daniel Blue <danielblue45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Outback Bush Bonking Bonanza

It was a breathlessly hot day and the sweat poured off Bruce and Gary as
they worked at mending fences of the sheep farm that Gary owned. The farm
was right on the edge of the outback and they were miles away from the
homestead. The only bit of comfort they had was the shade of a lone tree,
and the cold beers in Gary's ice box.


At last they finished the repair and Gary got another two beers out of the
ice box. Both men relished the relief of the cold liquid coating the back
of their parched throats.


'Hey Bruce,' Gary asked 'do you ever have any sexual fantasies?'


Bruce was slightly taken aback by his boss asking him this question, but as
he was getting restless and felt he would be moving on soon he saw no real
harm in answering. He spent his whole life drifting from sheep station to
sheep station, in-between spells down in Alice Springs or Darwin.
Sometimes, when he was feeling a little more adventurous he would head down
to Sydney or Melbourne.


'I've always wanted someone to piss on my balls.' Bruce replied as he sank
the rest of his beer and crushed the can in his powerful grip.

Gary blushed beet red. He was shocked and almost wished he hadn't asked.
This was damn kinky. He wasn't sure what kind of reply he had been
expecting but it wasn't this.

'What...a man or a woman?'' Gary spluttered.

'It would probably be easier for a man to do it,' Bruce replied 'but I
wouldn't mind either one.'

Gary felt a strange constriction in his chest. What the hell was that
feeling and why was it that his tongue seemed to be in control, speaking
stuff his brain hadn't yet thought out.

'Well, I need to take a leak.' Gary said.


Quick as a flash Bruce took his shorts and undies off and leaned up against
a gate. His ass was incredibly firm and pale and without a single
blemish. It just looked so shockingly smooth and white in contrast to
Bruce's hairy sun bronzed legs and arms. His narrow waist was so unlike
Gary's wife's massive girth. She had grown larger as the years gone by and
now she looked like the kind of woman that men around these parts described
as being able to kick start a jumbo jet. She loved her beer and barbies,
and she had grown strong from pulling her weight around the farm, but it
was far from sexy.


Gary unzipped his shorts and hauled out his big, fleshy uncut cock. Bruce
turned his head to catch a quick glance of that utterly beautiful tube of
flesh before he felt the hot splatt of Gary's piss on his big, smooth
balls. The feeling was just as he had imagined it to be and he was soon
rock hard. The forceful warm stream caused his balls to tingle and the
strange circumstance of fulfilling his fantasy this way with his boss just
added to the horniness he felt as he grabbed hold of his wide on and
started furiously wanking it.


Gary's massive stream of piss came to and end and he stood there with his
limp dick in hand watching Bruce's big balls bouncing up and down. He knew
what he was doing and it was amazing to think that he had turned someone on
this much. Bruce's ass glistened in a shaft of sunlight that came through
the branches of the tree. Gary was still mesmerized by the alabaster purity
of the skin, the shapely mounds of the cheeks and completely baffled as to
why he should feel this for a man's ass.


Just then Bruce turned around with a massive boner in his hand. The cock
head was plum red and the shaft surprisingly brown against the paleness of
his upper thighs and lower belly.

'I want to suck your cock.' Bruce said.

Gary said nothing. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak, almost
unable to think.

Bruce kneeled before his boss and took hold of that beefy cock of his and
guided it into his mouth. His tongue darted underneath the loose foreskin,
gathering up all the tasty juices of a natural man before he gently eased
the foreskin back on the rapidly tumescing cock. Gary looked down in
amazement. His cock was in a man's mouth. What the hell was he thinking.

'No!' he said. 'This aint right.'


'Please. Please. Please.' Gary begged. There was no way he could let up
now, not having tasted that gorgeous monster.

Gary's cock would not quit. He stood there with it pointing up at the blue
sky. Somehow he seemed powerless to put it away. The sound of Bruce begging
for his cock was simply the horniest thing he had ever heard in his forty
three years of life.


Bruce cam closer and once more got down on his knees. This time he undid
Gary's fly button and tugged his shorts and underpants down to his
feet. Gary stepped out of them and felt the deliciousness of a slight
breeze on his sweaty arse. His cock once more disappeared into Bruce's
mouth and the man gave him a blow like none other he had ever had in his
life. His knees felt weak as that hot mouth worked its magic on his cock
ridge, slit and shaft. Those strong hands, that so recently had been
mending fences, were now stroking up and down his thighs making him feel
things he never knew he could.


His sex life with Mary consisted of him climbing on top of her on a
Saturday night after both of them got tanked up on beer and rum and then
poking away until he came or fell asleep. Now he was in the hands of an
expert who was sucking him with a skill Gary had not encountered even with
the occasional prostitutes he had visited in his youth. There was no way
Mary would give him a blow job; she made that much clear right at the
beginning of their married life. "You bring that filthy thing near my mouth
again mate and I'll bite it off" had been her exact words.


Bruce's big strong hands now stroked up Gary's firm, hairy belly and gently
tweaked his nipples. Gary let out a squeak of surprised delight. When
Bruce's hands went back down south to fondle his hairy balls and cup his
beefy arse Gary reached back up for his own nipples. So that is what they
were for! It was as if his nipples were directly connected to his cock and
mini surges of electricity flowed between the two points. And what had
started this whole amazing thing going was Bruce, who was now happy as a
pig in shit as he slurped on Gary's thick eight inch hog.


Gary reached down and cupped his hands around Bruce's head. This guy was
making him feel so hot he wanted to give something back. Bruce had now
worked Gary's cock into the back of his throat and gently encouraged Gary
to face fuck him. Gary grunted as the silky sensation worked its way from
his cock head, down his shaft and all the way to his pubes. This was better
than anything he had ever known and he was so damn close but Bruce had
other ideas.


He pulled away from Gary and turned his back on him.

'I want your cock in my ass.' he growled.

'But you've got piss on your ass.' Gary protested.

Bruce grabbed a beer out of the ice box, pulled the ring on it and handed
it to Gary.

'Wash it of with this.' he said.


Gary started to pour the beer on Bruce's perfect mound. He watched the foam
disappear into the crack, and the liquid coat his silky smooth cheeks.

'This is a waste of beer.' Gary said.

'Lick it off then.' Bruce replied.


It was exactly what Gary wanted to hear. He wanted it to seem like someone
else idea, not his, because the thing he wanted to do was so alien to him,
and it shocked it to the core. But, he gathered up his and Bruce's clothes,
and laid them in the dirt so he would have something to kneel on. Then he
got down and began to lick the beer off Bruce's beautiful butt. He kissed
the small of his back, and then across the velvety sheen of the perfect
cheeks, tasting the beer and feeling hornier and hornier. His excitement
had no name, it grabbed him round the throat and squeezed, so he could
hardly breathe but he just wanted more and more. Then at last he could
resist no longer. He closed his eyes, parted those tight cheeks and buried
his face in Bruce's crack.


The first contact of tongue on the wrinkled texture of Bruce's slit was
burned directly into his memory. He still tasted of beer and not at all
like Gary was afraid it might. The boss man went crazy now, rooting around
in Bruce's shaft like a pig in a trough. Bruce let out a low moan as that
sex crazed straight man behind him ate him out like a pro. His tongue
burrowed deeper and deeper into Bruce's asshole while his hands came up to
cup those large, smooth balls. They felt hefty and smooth and warm in his
hands. Bruce pushed back against Gary, eager to have his horny tongue work
its magic on his little slut hole but he was also growing eager for
something else.


Gary opened his eyes and marvelled at the sight of that little brown fuck
truffle that had given him so much delight. It looked so fucking rude and
so completely fuckable. He pressed his forefinger against Bruce's ring and
it sank into his fiery depths without resistance. Reaching down for his
cock, Gary smeared his precum all around his cockhead and then pressed it
up against that winking wet manslit.


To his surprise and delight his cock slid in without hesitation. Once, in
one of their drunken moments, he and Mary had tried anal sex but she said
it hurt too much and he could only imagine that it did. But now his cock
was sliding down the silken highway, into the warmth of Bruce's ass. Bruce
sighed happily as he was filled with that weighty cock, stretching his ring
in a way that even the biggest of his dildos could not. This was real; man
on man, flesh sliding into yielding flesh. He shivered in delight, despite
the scorching heat of the sun. The sweat poured off both of them as the
heat and the exertion of their lovemaking took its toll. The scent of raw,
rugged men lost in lust filled their nostrils as Gary began banging into
Bruce's ass.


There was something so crude about Gary's fucking; he was just hammering
away at a hole until he could shoot his bolt, and yet Bruce knew that this
would be the one fuck he would remember for life. The warm stream of Gary's
piss on his balls, seeing his boss' fat cock for the first time and then
feeling him eat him ass with quite amazing skill more than made up for the
slightly pedestrian style of his fucking. Bruce knew that Gary was over
excited; he could sense it in his thrust and hear the little grunts and
moans that rose up in his throat and then died away on the breeze.


Bruce had been saving the best for last. He now squeezed the powerful
muscles of his assring, clamping down on Gary's shaft before
releasing. Gary let out a little yelp. Bruce knew he had him hooked and did
it again and again. Gary went totally crazy, switching gears and started
really fucking. It was when he pulled all the way out and slammed in again
that Bruce reached for his cock. Now he was feeling it. The magical feel of
Gary's slick cockhead sliding past his ring and in and out of his depths
was driving Bruce totally crazy. His hand was a blur as he wanked himself
silly. His balls churned, his ass was on fire and his cock was so sensitive
it almost hurt.


'Fuuucccckkkk!' Gary groaned, and Bruce surrendered to the feeling washing
over him.  Gary gave one last savage thrust into Bruce's ass as his cock
exploded with the most powerful force he had ever known. His spunk blasted
out of his cock with such violence that it hurt and he whimpered. Bruce
grunted as his own cock spasmed in his hand and the first thick rope of
jizz shot into the air with some of it splashing his chin. He shuddered and
groaned as each new jet of jism forced its way out of his cock and landed
in the dirt.  The pair stayed locked together for a short time, like mating
dogs, while they struggled to get their breath back.

Gary was dazed when he pulled his cock out of Bruce's ass and he was glad
that his workman took charge.

'Come on mate,' Bruce said as he took two more beers out of the ice box
'let's get dressed. We've got work to do.'


Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue
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