Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2006 01:44:40 -0500
From: Lee Brown <I64Traveler@msn.com>
Subject: The Churner

     Hello, my friends.  If you are not of legal to read this; or if you
do not like to read about sex between older guys and younger guys; then I
invite you to make your way somewhere else.  If you like what you read
then let me know.  I am I64Traveler@msn.com.

     Steve loved casual Fridays in the summertime.  The University
relaxed it's standards while most of the students are gone for the
summer.  He had run Cross Country in high school and at the university
and now his body simply was fuller but not any extra skin hanging
around.  He slipped on the jock strap, encasing his seven inch cock,
slipped a pair of satin gym shorts over that, and then pulled his dress
slacks on.  He slipped his sock covered feet into the loafers.  The last
thing was the dark blue polo with the university logo on it.  He looked
in the mirror with his curly hair all gelled, his face shaved, and
thought, Damn, I look good.  He laughed at himself and left for work.
     Work was slow and so his boss told him he could leave early.  Steve
got to his car, let the top down, and slipped out of his dress slacks,
his shoes and socks, and was ready for the weekend.  There were flipflops
if he had to get out anywhere.  He couldn't imagine that he would.  On
the way home he remembered he wanted some beer so he stopped at the local
convenience story to get a twelve pack.  On the way south, out of the
'burg he was feeling awesome.  The Shenandoah Valley of Virginia is
always great but this time of year it was the best.  The wind was blowing
through his hair and as he rounded the curve he noticed Jacob's farm
wagon.  It is one of those enclosed wagons but Jacob sells sweet corn
from the back of it this time of year.  Steve decided to stop and get a
few ears.
     Jacob was an Old Order Mennonite who had a shitpot full of kids,
mostly boys.  They ranged from ages 17 to 7.  He had struck up a
conversation with Jacob and Steve knew a lot about the guy and his family
but had never met any of his boys.  That was about to change.  Steve made
a U-turn, pulled off the side of the road and next to the wagon.  There
was an older boy there.  He looked to be about fourteen.  There were two
younger boys running around playing.  They were twins and must have been
about eleven.  All three of the boys were in their straw hats, plaid
shirts, jeans, and barefoot.
     Steve got out of his car and approached the older boy.  "Hey, your
daddy not around?" he asked.
    "No, sir." the boy responded.  He held out his hand and said, "My
name is Jacob."
    Steve shook the boy's hand.  He was calloused.  For an instant Steve
wondered what that would feel like on his cock.  "I am Steve."
     The boy held his hand maybe a moment too long but that was okay with
Steve.  The kid stood around 5'5", had brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a
build that said, I have been working in the fields all summer.
     One of the things Steve noticed was a handmade sign that said, Sweet
cream, churned just for you.  Ask about it.
     "Well, your daddy is a fine man, boy.  I want some of your sweet
corn.  Tell me about that sweet cream.  How much is it and how am I gonna
churn it here?"
     Jacob's two brothers stopped in their tracks.  Jacob cupped his boy
crotch and said, with twinkle in his eye,  "You get to churn it in the
wagon.  Daddy has a place for the boys to take their naps.  It is a good
place.  And it is only gonna cost you twenty bucks."
     Steve was getting hard when he drove up but this little seduction
scene did its work.  He rubbed his own cock and said, "So who is gonna
keep an eye out for other customers?"
     "The boys will."
     "Elisha and Elijah, climb up here on the back of the wagon.  Keep
your eyes out for visitors."
     Steve followed Jacob to the front of the wagon.  There was a part
curtained off.  When they slipped through the curtain Steve saw that
there was a bed and some straw around on the floor.  He had always
wondered if these Mennonite boys were cut and he was going to soon find
out.
      Jacob unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.  He slipped his jeans
down his slender hips without even unbuckling them.  Steve stood and
watched this strip tease until the boy's cock flopped out of his boxers.
Steve naturally went to his knees.  He reached for the uncut semi hard
cock and kissed the part of the young teen's head that was peeking
through the foreskin.  The boy placed his hands at the back of the man's
head and began to draw the cocksucker's mouth on to his hardening dick.
The boy moaned as Steve swept his tongue between the senisitve head and
the foreskin.  Steve noticed that there was just a hint of the tangy head
cheese underneath the skin.
    Jacob could not help him self.  "Damn, mister, I thought you were
just gonna give me head.  Take my boy cock down your throat.  Swallow my
cum you motherfucker."  Steve could hardly believe that his boy was
talking to him like that but it only made him harder and more ready to
swallow his cum.  He worked faster and faster but it wasn't fast enough
for the boy.  The boy began fucking his mouth.  The cock beating at the
door of this throat.  Finally Steve let the boy's cock into his throat.
     "You are gonna swallow my load aren't you bitch?  Take it."  With
that the boy's cock began to swell and Steve knew what would happen
next.  He took the boy's cum like the cocksucker he was.  The boy flooded
his throat and his mouth until the cum was dripping out the corners of
his mouth.  Steve continued to work his tongue over the hard cock.
     "Stop it.  It is too fuckin' sensitive." Jacob said, as he pushed
Steve away.