Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2007 01:21:19 -0700
From: Richard Barber <eyeMrich1@msn.com>
Subject: Farm Boys From Kansas, Part 11

FARM BOYS FROM KANSAS

Story by Richard Barber

At eyeMrich1@msn.com

 Part 11, Return to School-Classmates

Clint was up bright and early this morning to finish his routine farm
chores with the farm hand. He was anxious to catch the high school public
bus for another year of education.  He was to return to school today
after a nice and eventful summer vacation.

Clint had taken on a part time job in the boy's locker room at the
school to earn some extra money for the year.  While he was picking up
the soiled towels and discarded clothing left around by the students, he
saw one of the guys that he had sucked off beneath the bleachers during
one of the ball games last season. They had never spoken before, but when
he recognized Clint, he nodded and started getting a hard on. He was
standing by his locker, stripping and getting ready to go shower.   Clint
was sitting on the bench nearby. He casually walked over to Clint,
dropped his towel and offered him his hard cock. Clint could not resist a
big hard cock pulsating in his face; anxious to generously give him some
hot young stud juice.  Clint cupped his balls in his hand, and guided the
boy's dick into his mouth.  He quickly became ready for action. Clint
quickly slurped down the his sweet juicy cock, and within a few minutes
of deep throat cock sucking, and the talented tongue action of Clint's
warm mouth, he moaned out a soft purring sound of pleasure and released
his juices into his mouth.

 They were still enjoying the last few minutes of the quick blowjob, when
the captain of the football team, Joe Fox, came walking around the end of
the lockers.  The guy quickly pulled his cock from Clint's mouth, took
his towel, and quickly headed to the showers. Thank goodness they had
finished getting off, and Clint had just finished milking down the last
drops of cum from his spent cock. Clint remained seated as though nothing
unusual had just happened.  Joe had just come back from the showers still
naked and wet.  He looked at Clint and began drying himself, then said to
Clint.

"Hey, aren't you Clint?"  He said to me.  I just nodded and looked
down at the floor.  "So you're the cocksucker I heard some of the guys
talking about. Well I'll be damned!" then there was a silence.  Clint
thought he should go about his business before he got into trouble with
this `redneck stud'.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?  I have something I want to
say to you fag." There was a short pause then Joe continued.

"I'll be working-out in the weight rooms after school. Meet me here
after your last class!  Do you understand cocksucker? And if you are not
here, then I may just beat the shit out of you next time I see you.  Now
get the fuck out of here." Joe said as I quickly gathered up some stray
towels and headed to the laundry room.

I started trembling!  I don't know if it was because I was frightened or
just excited by the way Joe demanded my presence after school today.  No
matter what, I was going to show up.  I was surprised that Joe, the
captain of the football team, wanted me to meet with him. Did he want me
to suck him off, or was it just a maneuver to get me alone so he could
harass or pound on me?  I was aware of the attitude of some of these
macho redneck dudes.  They enjoyed getting their nuts off with some
queer, but after they had their pleasure, they felt guilty and angry for
what they had done.  Those were the dangerous ones.

I had known Joe's family since I was a young pup. and never figured Joe
to be dangerous.  He lived with his father and two younger brothers just
down the block from me, when I was living in town.  Mr. Fox had a small
construction company and worked the boys on weekends and holidays to help
in the family business.  I never saw their mother around and it was
assumed she passed on when the last boy was born.

I had seen Joe in the locker room many times and always admired his
well-developed body and his large uncut cock.  Joe was a very private
person, shy, and was known to keep to himself.   He was more interested
in developing his body rather than his social activity. I felt a bit
flattered that he requested my presence tonight, but was still nervous at
our first close encounter.

The school day seemed to drag on, but after my last class, I hurried over
to the gym and the work out room where I was to meet Joe.  I saw the
coach as I passed by his office, but he assumed I was here to do my job
of stocking clean towels and supplies in the locker room.

The work out room was a secluded area behind the last row of lockers.  As
I walked into the room, Joe was doing some arm lifts.  He looked up
slowly and nodded, and then sat up and took a few deep breathing
exercises before he spoke to me.

"Hand me that bottled water on the bench near you, Clint!" He took a
quick swig of water then looked into the wall mirrors to admire himself
before he continued to speak.

"You showed up, didn't you?  Come over here and feel this bicep while
it is still firm." He said to Clint.

Clint stood briefly looking at Joe's hot and sweaty body then he
fearlessly felt the firm bicep.

 "Wow Joe!  It feels hard as steel." Clint said as he gripped Joe's
arm. Joe smiled proudly and said.

"Let's go to the locker room so I can strip off these sweaty clothes,
and then I will show you something else hard."  Joe said as he got up
from the bench and headed to the lockers. "Come on dude, if you're not
afraid."

Joe swaggered to his locker in the back of the room.  He was in the
process of removing his wet t-shirt as we walked. Joe straddled the
bench, lifted his feet to untie and remove his tennis shoes. His body
glistened with the sweat from his work out. He stood to remove his shorts
and his sweaty stained jock strap.  His big soft cock flopped from his
strap. He stared at Clint, scratched his balls, stretched the foreskin of
his semi-hard dick, and threw his jock strap to him.

"Keep em if you like." Joe said, "I have another pair in my locker."

"Thanks!" Clint said shyly at Joe's sudden maneuver.

"So, have you ever seen a prick this big?" Joe said proudly as he
gripped his semi-hard cock. Even Joe's large hand could barely fit
around the shaft.

 "It gets bigger, and believe it or not, that sometimes can be a
problem. I don't have any difficulty picking up the chicks, but I can't
get them to have sex with me because it's too big, or at least that's
what they say.  Damn it, anyway!  I'm proud of my 11 inch cock, and
someday I'm gonna find a pussy that can take it comfortably." Joe said
while looking down at his proud male organ.

 Clint had to acknowledge it was a handsome cock, even though it was
huge.  It was partially cut, and foreskin could be pulled over the large
pink head of his penis.  Clint could understand why Joe's large manhood
frightened the girls.  Clint was thinking it might be exciting to let Joe
fuck him in the ass.  He'd never taken one so big, but since he was not
a virgin anymore, it might be easier for him to take than most.

 Clint was mesmerized at Joe's proud man meat.  His eyes were almost
glued to the amazing cock that was hanging before him. He had never seen
such a cock on a male before.

"Go on!  You can touch it if you want.  It won't bite you.  It might
grow but it won't bite." Joe said jokingly.

 Clint cautiously reached out to run his fingers over the shaft and
touched the balls.  He caressed and lifted it reverently before carefully
moving the loose foreskin back to gaze at the piss slit. He leaned
forward to kiss the cock in respect.  He quickly positioned his moist
tongue under the foreskin to savor a light scent of manly smegma from
Joe's cockhead, and then to the opening, to taste the salty trickle of
developing pre-cum. The scent of Joe's body was not what he expected
from a guy that had just been working out.  He smelled wonderful. A
little musky, but wonderful.

Clint was mindfully distracted from his state of ecstasy when Joe cleared
his throat and said.

"Now that was a first for me.  You showed respect for my `pussy
stretcher', and that's good, but make sure you don't begin something
you can't finish.  I become very demanding and controlling once we get
something started.  You must understand, I'm not queer and have never
made it with a dude, so don't expect anything in return.  I'm just out
to get my `nuts off', and if you don't think you can get me off, one
way or the other, we'd better stop now. I'd heard rumors that you were
a good cocksucker; otherwise we wouldn't be doing this.  I just want to
get off.  Understand?"

"Yes sir.  I understand.  I have no doubt I can satisfy you, Sir, but is
this place secure and private enough for us to have sex here?  The coach
is still in his office, and might come back to see what we're doing."

"It's all right.  I told him I was going to `work out' longer tonight
and he told me to lock up before I left.   We should go back to the
`work out room' and use the massage table.  We'd be more comfortable
on a soft padded table than these hard benches.  Follow me."  Joe
continued.

Clint followed Joe back to the work out room where he had first contacted
Joe today.  Joe was still naked except for a towel he had thrown over his
right shoulder.  He was proud of his body, as well he should be, and
especially of his large oversized prick.

 No one else was in the locker rooms, the coach had gone, and the two
guys could relax in privacy.

 Joe went to the back of the room and sat on the edge of the leather
padded massage table. He took a look at himself in the wall mirrors,
shook his head and ran his fingers thru his dark hair, flexed his bicep
to admire himself. His strong muscular legs hung over the edge of the
table and his feet rested on the floor.  He adjusted his balls, pulled on
his soft cock again and motioned for Clint. He was ready to be serviced.

"Get you ass over here, Clint.  Get down on you knees and let's see
what you can do to pleasure me by sucking the cum from my cock.  I need
to know if you really want my prick or are you just a tease. If you
swallow, I'll have a big load for you.  Take your time and make your man
feel good." Joe said as Clint followed his demands.

Clint enjoyed the demands of his new friend.  He straight away fell to
his knees between Joe's legs, took a long respectful look at the
semi-soft low hanging cock, resting on Joe's large testes. He was
privileged to be the one to make love to this Narcissi hunk's manhood.
Clint discovered he was actually drooling at the thought of drinking down
the nectars of sperm from his dick.

 He moved between Joe's thighs to inhale the pheromones of his body. He
carefully lifted the soft, low hanging ball sacs and licked them one at a
time.  He sucked the balls into his tender mouth slowly so not to harm
them.  One finger slid under the balls and massaged that tender warm
moist place, which few rarely touch. His mouth wandered up the thick firm
shaft of Joe's cock, kissing and licking, until he reached the topmast
of his shaft.

 The membrane of his foreskin moved over his bulbous cock head revealing
his stunning tender crown.  Pre-cum was flowing profusely from the large
piss slit adding additional enjoyment to Clint's assessment. As the
sweet salty cum oozed from his cock, Clint quickly devoured and licked it
clean.

 Joe sighed out with a quiet mumble and whimper of approving pleasure.
Clint gripped Joe's large appendage with one hand and placed his
affectionate warm lips over the crimson tender cock.  He realized from
the substantial circumference of Joe's cock, that he could never acquire
but a few inches into his mouth, but with careful tonguing and talented
hand movements, he could bestow a superior blowjob, and satisfying
climax.  He wanted to pleasure Joe the best way he could.  He thought he
might suggest to Joe about using his ass for his sexual pleasure, but
that would be complicated.  First he didn't know if Joe would consider
fucking a dude, and second Clint didn't know if he could ever receive
that 11-inch monster into his body.  It was an incredible cock, and Joe
was such a hot dude, he was primed to do anything to please Joe.  Besides
if he could receive his cock, he would almost certainly be pleased too.

Clint was maneuvering Joe's big cock up and down, and was obviously
beginning to please Joe.  Joe was moaning and groaning with
gratification.  Clint's craving to take the sperm from Joe's cock and
savor this sportsman's nectars, was awesome. The cock was swelling even
larger, the balls were contracting, more juices were flowing, and then
Joe began to move his body with the rhythmic motion with Clint's hand
and head.  He gripped the back of Clint's head, urging him on to a full
pinnacle of an ejaculation.  Joe's body tightened shook and then vaulted
up to meet Clint's mouth. A loud murmur and Joe started to cum.

"Oh fuckin yes! Fuckin yes!  That's good. You're gon'na get my load.
Yeah. Keep that going!  Oh Yeah. Uunnnn, Suck, suck, suck.  Uunnnn. Damn!
You've got it cocksucker. Take it! Uunnnn Huhhhh" Joe moaned out to his
cocksucker as Clint drank down Joe's gusher of cum.

 He was proud of himself.  He hadn't gagged like he had feared, but
easily received every thick surge of the gushing cock's sperm. He had
acquired a special taste for man sperm, especially from a hot guy like
Joe.  Clint continued to savor the gushing cock. Joe had shot such a big
load that Clint had to swallow fast to take it all.  Finally after 6 or 7
gushing releases, Joe lay quietly and took another deep relaxing breath.
Clint continued to enjoy the flaccid penis, licking and cleaning it like
a kid enjoying an ice cream bar.

"Now that's what I call a blowjob! " Joe softly spoke out.  Clint, you
really surprised me. That was better than any bitch I ever had suck my
cock.  I guess it takes a man to know how a man likes his cock sucked."
Ha Ha. He laughed softly, then set up and said.  "Let's go take a
shower.  Want to join me?  You had a good work out as well."

Joe slowly got off the table and offered his hand to Clint, who was still
on the floor between Joe's legs.  Joe threw Clint a towel and headed
towards the showers.  Meanwhile Clint was stripping his clothes and
moving towards the shower to join Joe.  He still had a tremendous hard
on. but he had nothing to be ashamed of either.  He wasn't 11 inches
like Joe, but he had a nice firm 8 inches of solid cock when it was
hard.  He jokingly hung the towel over his cock and walked into the
showers.  This brought a big laugh from Joe seeing Clint use his hard
dick as a towel rack.

"Hey, cocksucker, you've got a good size weapon there too.  Bet you
could fuck up a storm with that prick.  I didn't notice before, but you
have a well-developed body as well. How come I've never see you working
out, or see you at `tryouts' for the school sports?  What's the
deal?" Joe questioned Clint.

"Naw. Never much for sports, but I have plenty of work out activity on
the farm, and being sexually active helps too." Then he smiled, turned
his ass towards Joe, slightly parted his ass cheeks and padded his firm
buttocks.  Perhaps Joe would get the idea.

"That's a nice set of buttocks, Clint.  You're starting to tease me
again.  Be careful or you might get me horny again and I'll have to
throw you over that bench and `corn hole' you right here. "Joe
winked.

"Who the fuck is teasing?  I would be honored if you `corn holed' me
sometime." Clint said as he turned and gripped Joe's semi-hard cock.

The warm water from the showers stimulated their firm bodies.  Joe looked
down at his hardening cock as Clint dropped to his knees again to suck on
Joe's member. Joe had never had such admiring attention over his
dominant cock.  Sure, the girls liked his body and his cock, but none of
them knew how much he needed to be stimulated by a blow job and relaxing
orgasm. There's nothing more relaxing for a man, than to just `kick
back' while getting his dick sucked.

Clint's sensuous tongue searched under Joe's foreskin for more of the
sweet pre-cum nectars from his penis.  He milked down the thick long
shaft to find a few remaining sweet pearls of sperm.  He encircled his
warm tongue around and around the large bulbous cock head.  Joe's dick
was growing once again.  Even soft, his prick hung down a good 8 inches.
Clint moved from Joe's cock head, down to his balls and under Joe's
muscular firm legs to the perineum.  Joe lifted one leg and placed it on
the near by bench in the shower.  This allowed Clint extra room to enjoy
an unexplored area of Joe's body.  He roamed even further until he found
the rim of Joe's sphincter, the sensuous tender area of Joe's anus.

Joe thought he would be `grossed out' at the thought of someone placing
his tongue and mouth near his ass hole, yet it was a new stimulating
experience he had never expected. He unexpectedly realized it felt damn
good. He even parted his ass cheeks so Clint could go in deeper with his
tongue fucking action.

"Damn, Clint!  You're a fucking sex machine.  Where did you learn all
these tricks?  God, you're a stimulating cocksucking slut, and I love
it. Man, I want to fuck you now!  Get your muscular body over this bench
while I plow your farm boy ass." Joe instructed Clint in his crude
redneck manner.

"I don't know where we're gonna put this hose of mine, but you've got
me so turned on, I might just shove it up your ass and stretch you a new
hole. How about we lie down on that wrestling mat in the other room and
be more comfortable?  I have some body oil we can use to lube up my cock
and your ass hole. That'll make it easier for both of us.  Huh?" Joe
said to Clint as he gripped his arm and pulled him from the showers.

That sounded better for Clint too.  He didn't want to be injured by
Joe's big 11-inch cock.  He wanted to enjoy it too.

 Clint took the oil from the table to coat Joe's cock.  As he covered
his hard cock with the oil, Joe threw back his head to enjoy the sensuous
feeling of Clint's hands manipulating his dick. After a few minutes Joe
cried out.

"Oh, fuckin, stop! Shit.  I could cum with you doing that.  You don't
want me to shoot this way do you?  I want to see if we can get my dick up
your ass before I shoot my load. Let me lay down on my back and you
straddle my body and slowly ease your body down on my dick.  I've seen
that done in a movie and it might just work for us."  Joe said as he
placed his firm body on the mat.

Clint admiringly gazed down at this hunk that was about to impale him.
He was amazed at the almost faultless physical muscle structure of Joe.
He was perfectly proportioned except, for his big cock.  Clint had no
complaints about that either. He loved a big perfect cock.

What was he going to do if he couldn't receive Joe's big cock? Would
Joe be like a sexual animal and impale him whether he wanted it or not?
Would he be rape by this guy? He didn't think so, but that might be
rather exciting.

Clint was going to do his best to let Joe enjoy the warmth of his man
pussy.

He continued to oil Joe's penis and insert some oil up his anus track
before Joe would try to enter him.  Clint had taken big cocks before, but
nothing like this.  This was a challenge he wanted to accomplish.  Slow
and easy at first, he thought to himself. Easy does it.

Joe tried to relax his body without letting his dick get soft, but he was
having no trouble staying hard.  Clint's smooth soft hands massaging him
with the oil was a great feeling.

Joe looked up at Clint's handsome boyish face.  His blonde curly hair
hung down over his forehead, like a Greek God.  His light blue eyes were
the most unusual he had ever seen. They seemed to sparkle when he smiled.
He never noticed how good-looking he was until now.  He was a `looker'
that was obvious.  His body had a solid strong masculine structure
and^Å."what the hell!  Joe thought to himself.  "Am I going queer for
this guy?  No way!  Clint was just a sexual object to him, just a way to
get his nuts drained by his cocksucking mouth and now a fuck hole to
enjoy his man pussy. `What's going on here?  What is this guy doing to
me?  Is he causing me to go Queer?"  Just then Clint had managed to get
Joe's cock head into the tight warm opening of his anus.

"Oh Wow! That was good.  Queer or not, I'm going to enjoy this."
Again Joe felt his cock slide in a few more inches.

 "Man it was tight.  He'll never take my whole cock." Joe thought, but
just then another few inches eased in.

Then without warning he felt something give way and Clint's body
engulfed his whole 11 inches of cock, right down to his balls.  Clint's
body shuttered and gasped out with a sound of pleasure and pain. Joe
found himself covered with a wet covering of Clint's cum.  They both
seemed surprised.  Joe had stimulated Clint's prostate and caused his
cock to shoot a huge load of cum up and over Joe's stomach and chest and
directly into Joe's face.  Clint looked down at Joe's shocked face
while he continued enjoying his sudden orgasm.  Joe looked up at Clint
and burst out in laughter then said.

"Shit dude! You shoot like a fire hose. Fuck man, you came without
touching yourself.  What caused that?" Joe asked

 "Look man, you shot on my face and on my lip.  That was gross." He
said then took his finger to wipe the cum off his face and surprisingly
put it in his mouth and tasted it.

 "Not bad. Not much taste at all. Hum? That was interesting" Joe said
as he scooped up more of Clint's cum from his abs and put it to Clint's
mouth.

"Here's a taste of your own cum." Joe said as he stuck his cum coated
finger in Clint's mouth.  Clint sucked it clean while Joe used his other
hand to taste more of the cum from his face.

"Well dude, are we gonna fuck or not? You've got the whole damn thing
in your ass, and I might add, it feels awesome.  Congratulations.  You
have done what no pussy has ever done before.  Come on farm boy, ride my
dick like you ride your horses.  Let's fuck, but take it easy at first.
I'm so hot I could pop in a few strokes.  Oh Yeah Clint, this is
awesome." Joe continued.  Let's fuck, farm boy. "

Joe had never had such a fantastic feeling.  He love to have sex but
never had the opportunity to relax and enjoy it without having to worry
if he was hurting his partner.  Clint was a perfect person to have sex
with.  Joe lay back while Clint moved up and down on his hard cock, now
buried in the warm crevices of his body.  It felt indescribably
satisfying.  He reached for Clint's buttocks to help him maneuver onto
his cock.  He could cum any time now, but just as he was about to reach
his pinnacle, Clint suddenly stopped and said.

"I want us to change positions.  I'll lie on my back and place my legs
on your shoulders while you guide your dick back into my love hole.  You
can fuck me and cum whenever you desire.  I'll lift my ass from your
dick and we will have the pleasure of putting it back in again." Clint
explained to Joe.

Joe shrugged his shoulders, nodded his head and agreed.  He would have
more control over the situation, besides he would be in command again, as
a man should when screwing.

Soon they were in position, Clint on his back, legs lifted and placed on
Joe's strong masculine shoulders. He was ready to receive his man's
dick again.   It didn't take long for Joe to automatically take control,
and soon he was guiding his dick back into the awesome tight fuck hole he
was using for his pleasure.  The dick slid back in with no trouble at
all.  It felt even better this time.  Perhaps he could relax and enjoy a
good man-to-man fucking.

They fucked for a few minutes before Joe would pause briefly before
cumming, and then start all over again.  This pleasure fucking went on
for another 20 to 30 minutes.  In the last few minutes of his ultimate
orgasm, he leaned over his fuck partner, and felt a deeper fondness for
Clint.  It was more than just a sex partner. He felt a twinge of passion
for him.  As the two of them lay entwined on the wrestling mat, they
seemed to melt into each other's arms, like one person.

Joe felt his dick swelling for the last time, and knew he had to release
his load deep in the depths of Clint.  Their breathing became heavier,
the body movements faster.  Sweat dripped from Joe's body as if he was
in a tedious work out, but this one was more pleasure than pain.  He
began cumming and leaned over to caress Clint.  Their cheeks touched and
their lips met in a soft loving kiss, but quickly turned into a
passionate wild tongue-searching kiss during the climax.  This brought
both men to a moment of ecstasy.

 Clint's penis began spewing out spasms of wet cum just as Joe's large
cock expanded and rubbed that special spot on his prostate.  Joe released
load after load of warm body fluids into his `fuck partner'. Moans and
sounds of passionate lovemaking echoed thru out the empty locker room and
into the gym.

The two males absorbed and hugged each other forcefully during the
ultimate climatic orgasm.  They resembled a Rodin sculpture of two hot
and sweaty Greek wrestlers in their last moment of victory. Mutually the
wrestlers had scored a `down'. There was a tie, and both were winners.

Joe moved off Clint and turned to the side with his cock still buried in
his cum filled ass.  They were both exhausted from the pleasant encounter
and fell asleep still wrapped in each other's arms. A few minutes later
they were both awakened by the sound of a door closing.  Perhaps the
coach had come back to check on something or go to his office.  Joe's
soft dick was released quickly from Clint's ass.

"Let's get dressed.  I think someone just came into the gym. Maybe
it's the coach.  I think we better hurry before he sees us." Joe said
quietly to Clint.

Then Clint grabbed their towels as Joe went to turn off the showers that
had been running during their time on the mat.  Clint put on his clothes
while Joe went quickly to his locker to dress.  It was still quiet, and
no one had appeared yet.  Clint looked in the Coach's office but the
light was still off, so it wasn't the coach.

 Just as Clint was about to step into the room when he felt something wet
underneath his feet.  He looked down, thinking it was just water, but
wondered why it would be here in the doorway?  He knelt, placed his
finger in the puddle, put his finger to his mouth to discover it was cum.
Oh my God! Someone had been watching them fuck while they were on the
mat. They must have stood in the dark room, masturbated, and left this
large puddle of cum on the floor.

"Clint? Is everything all right?  Did you see the coach or anyone in the
gym? I don't see anyone around anywhere.  Perhaps it was just the wind
or one of the night security guards checking the door." Joe commented to
Clint as he stood in the doorway by the puddle of cum.

"Is anything wrong" Joe questioned.

Clint thought he shouldn't tell Joe of the voyeur visitor.  He might
become paranoid and avoid having sex with him at the gym.  The coach was
the only one he could think of that might have a key to get back in.  Why
didn't the coach interrupt us, or chase us out, unless coach had other
things in mind.  Time will tell.

"Oh!  No Joe, no one here either.  Perhaps you're right.  It might have
been the wind.  Say Joe?  Can you give me a lift home?  I missed the last
ride home and my parents might be wondering about me.  I told them I
might have to stay later tonight to clean the showers in the locker
rooms."

"Sure Clint.  I was about to ask if you wanted a ride.  Hope you don't
mind riding on my Harley Sportster? I have to stop by my place on the way
to tell my Dad where I'm going.  He's pretty strict with us boys and I
don't want to stir up any shit, besides I'd like to introduce you to
him.  He's a good man and I think you'll like him." Joe explained.

"Absolutely.  I could make a quick call home to let my parents know I am
on my way.  It would be perfect.  Let's go, stud."

End,

 Story by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com