Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2014 11:46:39 -0500
From: JM Stone <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: Part 29, His Father's Chest

PART  29:  TAKING A DETOUR AND SPREADING LEE OUT

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By: Jammer Stone and The Writers' Block

Lee snored deep in sleep and heavy in hangover.  "Wake up, Lee," JL
insisted. "Time to hit the road, Jack."

Somewhere in Lee's sleep deprived mind, a hazy dream surfaced reminding him
of the events in the recent hours past. The dream caused Lee to remember
Tron unbuttoning his shirt to take his first look at Lee's magnificent
chest. Lee enjoyed Tron's inspection. The dream then flashed to Bruno
inviting Lee to cop a feel of his own juicy tits. Lee had not realized that
discovering another man's breast could be so exciting.

His dream reminded him of Dino forcing himself upon Lee and being the
aggressor. He could not imagine a teenager being so experienced and
assertive about turning on an older guy. He then recalled Jo Jo's massage
and how the young man had almost seduced him before Tron and Bruno
interrupted; yet he had never felt a better pair of hand hands than what Jo
Jo offered in his state being high on drugs and alcohol. Lastly, just
before JL disturbed the sleep pattern, Lee recounted in his dream how
Preston had taken Tron's extremely long and erect dick. Lee had never
watched another couple getting it on so intently.

"Come on, Lee, Get your sweet ass out of the bed. I've given you a couple
of hours, time to go."

Lee groaned and told JL to "go get something to eat and come back, I need a
few more hours here. I am hung over, JL."

"Damn it, Lee, we've been on your schedule since we got here. I've hardly
been out of this hotel. Now I have to get somewhere myself."

Lee leaned up, rubbed his eyes, and felt the hangover of drugs, sex and
alcohol hit his brain. He blinked to try to stir some life into his head,
rubbed his chest, felt the silky hairs running through his fingers, stopped
his fingertips over his left tit and again felt the sensations coursing his
body from just the slightest touch to the sensuous button.

"Who the hell do you have to go and see," Lee asked. "Little Brian
Newcastle, the artsy-fartsy college boy? Or maybe Dino, the pimpish dynamo
of a delinquent?"

JL looked at Lee. He eyed his chest. Regardless that he and his son-in-law
were likely having their worst discord since their involvement began months
ago, he did not want to fight with Lee. He kept his eyes on his lover's
gorgeous chest; it was too attractive not to stare at with great lust. He
thought about stripping off his robe and climbing into bed with Lee,
perhaps he could stir some life into the spent cock of the man he admired
and loved.

Although he realized that Lee was being more arrogant that he had known him
to be, JL decided to back off the argument some. "So Lee, I take it you
enjoyed yourself with Brian the other night?  The two of us sent that kid
into orbit, right? And are you going tell me that you and Dino did not fuck
each other last night before he came into the room? Of course, he was only
here to find you, climb into bed with you, and again fuck you, Lee."

The thought of Dino climbing on his bare body and kissing him all over
while the others held him in the hot tub the previous night shook Lee
awake. The kid had stirred him sexually. He felt his cock move. He knew he
could enjoy Dino perhaps without any others around.

"So you screwed him instead?" lee turned the question and asked JL.

JL paused, smiled and grabbed his cock and said, "I've been wanting to fuck
the hell out of a young piece of ass, Lee, and both Brian and Dino
accommodated me. Yes, I am not ashamed. Both boys were excellent."

Lee chuckled, threw the sheet off his naked body, climbed from the bed, and
headed toward the shower. "I don't think I can shake this hangover, JL, but
give me a minute or two to shower. I'll get ready and join you." What Lee
really had in mind was getting back home to Steve. He ached to see his
son. After the decadence of the sex with everyone from Tron to Dino, he
wanted the security of and comfort of the hot sex he and his son had
enjoyed. That had been best.

>>>:> >> > >

The shower did not do much for Lee. He was exhausted. He threw the car keys
at JL and told him to "drive us, home. I am going to crawl into the back
seat and sleep my way there."

JL smiled. He watched as Lee buttoned his shirt. Lee felt the check from
Tron Anders in the top pocket. He remembered it and the amount. To surprise
JL, he took the check out; passed it to his father-in-law and with great
pride, Lee said, "Unfold it, JL. I think I have a nice deposit for your
bank."

JL unfolded the bent check and his eyes bugled. The figure of $99,000
stared at him. "Oh my, gawd, Lee, did you win the project? The big part of
that project?"

"Yes, yes indeed," Lee said. He was proud.

JL moved into him, he hugged his son-in-law, and looked at the check. When
they broke the hug, Lee went over to the pants he had taken off the night
before and fished out the wad of bills. He passed JL a handful of cash, the
more than $3,000 he had won in the poker game. 'Here JL, this is yours, I
insist."

"Jesus Christ, Lee, There must be a couple thousand here or more."

"More," Les said and laugh. "I might have returned hung over. I might have
made an ass of myself in the shower with you and Dino earlier, but I had a
great day yesterday, JL."

"Damn, Lee. You left here less than 24 hours ago, you return with more than
a hundred thousand dollars, a massive hangover like I have never seen you
with, and a real cute kid coming around wanting your cock and claims to
have had your cock. Wow!"

"This planned community and its mega projects will be worth several
millions to me and the company, JL," Lee said. "And you know who our banker
will be? Yours truly? We can finance our damn wives in France as long as
they want to stay there and keep the hell out of our business and sex
lives. This is real good, JL. Real good."

JL smiled. He beamed showing his beautiful white teeth. "You're a genius,
Lee. So, did you win them over with your ideas, your construction firm,
your reputation, or your body?"

Lee shook his head, smiled and said, "I think a little of it all. Tron
Anders, the elder of the group, is just about a billionaire. Mega rich."

JL moved into Lee to hug his son-in-law. "I am very proud of you, lee. Very
proud, "JL said and patted Lee on the back with great strokes of
confidence.  They each lifted their heads, their eyes locked, and JL leaned
in to give Lee an intimate kiss of approval. Their tongues danced and Lee
squeezed JL into his body.

"That feels good, JL," Lee said, ":It always feels good when we kiss."

JL moved his right hand down to take advantage of the gap in Lee's shirt
from the top buttons going undone.  He swiped his hand inside to enjoy the
poshness of his son-in-law's silky chest and beefy muscles. "Oh yes,
Lee. Damn, you always feel so good; so damn hot." Lee placed his hands on
JL's shoulders and squeezed and rubbed them.

"Your hand feels great JL. Always soothing, comforting."

JL's fingertips traced around Lee's left tit. He could not resist running
the pad of his middle finger over Lee's excited tit. He caressed it gently
while using his other hand to unbutton the rest of Lee's shirt.

"Feels good, JL. Feels real good, but I am drained, my friend. Absolutely
drained."

JL brought his thumb and index finger together to hold his son-in-law's
fine nipples He caressed the sensitive meat between the two digits. "Don't
tell me you, the macho and so very virile Lee Jacobs got himself so fucked
that he cannot enjoy another round. Now, here, before we head out?"

Lee felt his dick stirring a little from the electric arousal f JL
stimulating his tit and then especially when he opened his palm to pressed
Lee's entire breast while running his other hand up through his chest hair
to examine the other breast and then to discover his right tit again.

"Oh yes, Lee, your chest is so marvelous. Please, just a little of us back
together again."

And before Lee could answer, JL dropped his head, pushed Lee's open shirt
back away from his chest and almost off his shoulders before dropping his
head down, opening his lips, and finding his son-in-law's left nipple. He
kissed the nub, before sucking it into his mouth. He felt Lee's hand on the
back of his hand holding him in place.

"Damn JL, damn, your lips always feel so good working my chest and tits, my
man."

JL munched on Lee's sexy left nipple for a long while, enjoying Lee
pressing his head tighter, while hearing Lee urging him to "yes, suck it,
JL, suck that tit; make it cry for your kisses, my man. oh yes, oh yes..."

JL kissed his way across Lee's forest of chest hair, pulling some of the
longest hairs into his mouth to test them. He found Lee's crispy brown,
right nipple and locked his lips onto to it, providing it with equal
treatment. He heard Lee groan deeply. He left his right hand roam down
Lee's belly to find his cock. H squeezed the sizeable meat, noticing that
while Lee had not gotten hard at least there was some life left in his sex
pipe.

The two men kissed, long and hard. JL pushed Lee's shirt completely off his
body. Lee found JL's erection through his pants and began to unsnap JL's
trousers. And then Lee's cell phone rang. He broke the embrace and in a
breathy, turned on voice, told JL, "I have to see who that is. It might be
one of the new partners, maybe Steve," but JL pushed Lee onto the bed and
said, "Let it wait. I want you, Lee. I want you so bad."

The two men locked bodies and rolled over and over, hot for each other's
passions and also in need to make up. Neither had enjoyed their spat. They
had seldom had disagreements. Yet, both also knew they had allowed other
lovers to come between them. Yet, when the phone call repeated three times,
Lee knew he had to stop the heat of their passion and find out the
caller. It was Steve.

>>> >> >

Anxious, horny and with a load of sex juice ready to spill again. Steve
called to see when his dad would be returning home. He thought his father
would have had driven into the night to get back to him earlier.  But that
was not the case.

Steve had spent the night alone without Max Anderson, General Ryan or any
other possible lover. He could not believe the intensity of his raging
hormones. Even in the height of his affairs with girlfriends or even when
he and Lenny first started messing around, the young man had not felt he
sexual desire that consumed him now. From his father to Wesley Ryan to Max
Anderson, Steve could not believe how obsessed his mental state had become
with the delights of sex with handsome, older, more mature men.  He wanted
more. He wanted it soon. He wanted his father to walk through the door to
strip him naked and to go down on his hot cock.

Disappointment swept JL when he heard Lee tell Steve that "I am packing
now. I should be home by early afternoon. I've missed you, too, Steve." Due
to his father-in-law standing nearby he could not reply when Steve said,
"Dad, I've wanted you in bed beside me every night hat you've been gone. I
want your body, dude."

But JL knew something different was happening when Lee finished the call,
buttoned his shirt, and said, "I need to get home, JL."

JL tried to rekindle the steam of their pervious embrace with his
son-in-law, but he realized that the call from his grandson had stopped
Lee's rising lust. JL felt angry, He did not know why, but he felt
anger. Finally, he asked, "Lee, what is going on with you and Steve? I want
to know?"

Lee looked at his father-in-law, considered telling him the truth, and then
decided against it. "JL, since my wife and your daughter has all but
deserted us, Steve has some emotional needs that I am trying to
fill. That's all."

"Lee, you know I heard you talking in your sleep. You said you wanted you
son... in a sexual way. What is that all about, Lee?"

Lee smiled, ran his hand through his hair, winked at JL and dismissed him;
"I think I must have confused Brian Newcastle with Steve in my dream. Must
be a Freudian thing. Who knows?"

JL immediately replied, "Confused Newcastle with your son? Then are you
horny for your flesh and blood?"

Lee faked anger, "Hell no, JL. Good God. Steve is an attractive boy. But my
having a dream and maybe about him after you and Newcastle assaulted me in
my sleep is not so strange, if you ask me, What is strange is that you had
the boy mouth my cock, even holding my dick up to make it easier for him
and then enjoying the sight of the kid fucking me."

Lee got his car keys off the vanity, three then at JL and then to change
the subject said, and "You drive I ma going to sleep in the back seat. I
don't need this kind of conversation. And JL, we have a good thing, a very
hot thing going on between us, but don't become possessive."

Yet, possession and control and working out his anger about Lee's escapades
with previous day were exactly what JL had on his agenda. And he was about
to have some assistance with his desires.

They were hardly out of city traffic before JL looked back to see Lee
snoozing in the back seat. He could not believe how hung over and
apparently physically and sexually exhausted his son-in-law was from the
previous day and the hours spent with his new, very rich and very rewarding
clients. The situation could have worried JL more, yet he found comfort and
reward knowing that Lee had pulled over a multi-million dollar deal that
would benefit both of them very much. He also knew that Lee stood to become
one of his banks biggest investors during the coming year due to the hugely
profitable contract he had won. He had heard others talk about Tron Anders,
but had not met him. Knowing that the Anders name would be associated with
his bank made JL forget his sense of threat from Lee's new dealings and
partners.

The twosome had been on he road about an hour-and-half when JL picked up
his phone, dialed the number and said, "Yes, I am coming by. We are just
about to leave the main road now to head to your place, Claude."

The voice said, "I am so looking forward to this, everything is ready, A
great lunch, everything. And JL, please call me Clas, all my fiends do;
Claude is a little too dated."

"Great. I like that better myself," JL said, he paused and added, "Clas, my
good friend."

Lee felt the vehicle slow, but he remained asleep for the most part, not
particularly wanting to wake up and feel either the hangover or engage JL
in conversation about Steve, Dino or even his involvement with Tron Anders.
But when the car left the main road and he the tires hit gravel, he knew JL
had left the main road and yet knew they were not home. Curiosity pushed
his eyelids open just as JL edged into the path and under the arching sign
that read "The Watkins Farm and Ranch."

The car stopped, Lee leaned up and looked out, He blinked twice. He could
not believe his eyes. The farmer they had met in the restaurant on the way
to their destination was greeting JL as though they were long lost
friends. Indeed they were more than that now, lovers to be exact.

"Welcome JL, and glad to see you brought this handsome gent with you." Clas
Watkins was leaning into the car extending his hand to Lee. Lee was
dumbfounded, still feeling he effects of the night before, and hardly
believing that JL had delayed their trip home to link up with this farmer.

Lee did not take the man's hand; instead he tried to become fully awake. JL
got out of the car. Lee watched him and Clas Watkins embrace. Lee
recognized the embrace as that of two men who were familiar with each other
and felt comfortable.  He noticed how darkly tanned, ruggedly handsome, and
cheerful the farmer looked. He then noticed that Clas Watkins had his denim
shirt unbuttoned about halfway. Lee again recognized how rural, yeti urbane
the man appeared.

"Lee, wake up and get out. We are here to take the tour and have dinner
with this handsome farmer," JL announced. Lee wanted to refuse, and he
wanted to kick JL's ass for leaving the main road and coming by this farm,
yet he did not want to be rude to either JL or the farmer.

Once again, the situation, the men around him and fate had manipulated Lee
into unfamiliar circumstances. When Lee gathered his senses, brushed his
hair with his hand and decided there he had little choice but to be
pleasant, at least for the short term, he lifted himself out of he car and
again introduced himself to Clas Watkins.

The two men had hardly broken their handshake when the strong, charismatic
farmer looked Lee over and said to JL, "This is one fine looking friend you
have, JL. I hope we can make him feel welcomed. Come on, let me begin the
tour. I am so glad you stopped by. I've got a helluva party planned for
us."

Lee looked at JL and said, "Why didn't you say something?"

In front of Clas, JL took command of the situation and replied, "Lee, while
you were conducting our business last night, I invited Clas to be my dinner
companion. He was in a nearby town so he made it up to the hotel. Well,
from there, we got to know each other."

Clas smiled, winked at JL, took a step toward Lee and said, "It was one of
the finest evening I have had in a long time. I hope to reciprocate here
this afternoon and tonight for both of you." Clas then reached out and
squeezed Lee shoulder and patted him on the back, allowing his right hand
to not only linger but to slowly make it's way down Lee's spine. Lee
shivered. He could not deny the warmth and turn on of the farmer's strong,
well-padded hand.

"Come now, let me show you my barn that is also my man cave. As I told you,
JL, my wife let's me play as much as I want as long as I am around when she
needs me in the sack and as long as I keep it from her view. So, the barn
is my place... ... my castle... my playhouse"

As the doors opened and the three men stepped inside, Lee found himself
amazed. The interior did not resemble a barn much at all. It was not the
working barn on the Watkins Farm. The structure stood elsewhere. Instead,
what Lee and JL found was a nicely designed playroom and entertainment
villa that any man would have appreciated. Lee immediately thought about
how Tron Anders entire guesthouse could have fit inside the structure.

"Wow, This is amazing, Clas, absolutely a wonder," JL remarked.

Lee added, "You must have some great time in here."

Class Watkins rubbed his hands together, smiled and said, "My best times in
here is when I have a group of male friends here. But in the four years
I've had it, I have never even graced by two men of your sophistication and
good looks." He moved into JL and with Lee looking, JL became nervous as
Clas Watkins brought him into a manly hug. Lee smiled and looked
away. Seeing Lee look away, Clas gave JL a quick peck on the cheek.

Clas went about showing off his grand playroom with great pride - the large
screen television, a gigantic fireplace, a modern kitchen, a mahogany bar
large enough to be featured in the finest saloon of the old west, a
king-sized bed that operated on a platform to be hidden in a wall, and many
other features.

Clas clapped his hands and his bartender appeared behind the stately bar.
Without asking, he ordered a stout lager for the three of them. Lee noticed
the bartender, a light-skinned African- American young man looking at him
closely. When the young man licked his lips slowly, Lee wondered if there
was a non-verbal message intended.

Lee was about to tell JL to give him the keys to the car so he could leave
whether JL wanted to stay or not when Clas Watkins slapped him on the back
and said, "Right through this door; I know both of you must be hungry."
Before Lee knew it, he had been convinced to step into a posh dining area
as part of the barn and was being served the finest barbecue he had ever
tasted.

A second beer with the barbecue further relaxed him and brought back the
buzz he had felt the night before.  Soon, he found himself studying Clas
Watkins and his sinewy and well-toned body. He also noticed that the
middle-aged Hispanic gentleman who was serving them and making small
talk. He also noticed how relaxed JL seemed to be around Clas and wondered
how much they must have gotten to know each other the evening before.

Across the table, JL studied Clas and could not help but want to rush the
meal hoping that somehow he could convince his son-in-law to join him and
the farmer in a threesome. JL still felt the disappointment of not having
enjoyed Lee's great body more on the trip and was frustrated that Lee did
not join him and Dino in the shower to complete the intensity of their sex
act there or to finish what they had shared on the bed before Steve's call
had interrupted them.

 JL thought about how sensuous the farmer had run the prongs of the fork
over his chest and especially over the tips of his tits while they sat at
the table the previous evening. JL again felt his studly cock leaking its
pre-juices as he thought about when the bottom of Clas Watkins' tee shirt
moved above the man's chest to show the expanse of a well-built and
beautiful body derived from hard work. He did not mind that unlike Lee,
Clas hardly had any hair growing from his upper body except for a sparse
patch at the center just below his chin, and a few long single hairs
popping out from around his sexy nipples.  He especially liked how he
farmer's tits had first shown themselves with noticeably pointed
erections. The pretty brown color of the man's tits made them almost as
attractive as Lee's. JL again thought about both Lee and Clas had large
breasts and fine tits that turned him on in a crazy kind of way.

Before Lee could finish his second beer, JL grabbed the glass and said,
"Let me get us a refill." Lee protested saying they did not need to drink
too much to drive. Clas chuckled, JL said, "Bullshit, then we won't drive,"
and before Lee knew it, Clas had his hand on Lee's left leg and had moved
it up to just below Lee's privates. JL left to fill their mugs, letting
Clas have his fun and adventure.

"Here Mr. Thompkins, Mr. Watkins said your friend might need a relaxant,"
the good-looking Hispanic chef said to JL as JL began filling the beer mugs
with fresh brew. JL held out Lee's mug, and smiled as Diego, the chef of
Watkins Farm and Ranch. The middle-aged man dumped a teaspoon of dark
powder in the beer intended for Lee. Once again, Lee Jacobs was about to
fall victim to the easiest of seductive practices.

""Not too much," JL advised, "We need just enough to get his clothes off,
not so much to put him under."

Diego smiled, chuckled ,and said, "This special herbal power will relax him
and make him your kitten, yet one horny cat ready for most anything."
Diego then look even more serious at JL and said, "Mr. Clas said that
perhaps you and I could enjoy each other? I hope so." JL looked at the
good-looking, middle age, well-tanned man and knew that the two of them
could have a good time together. His cock slit opened to release another
droplet of pre-cum


After the big meal of barbecue and rounds of cold, stout beer, Lee felt
like he needed a nap, but he was no longer anxious to leave. He dialed
Steve on the phone, did not reach him, but left a message that they had
been delayed and would be a few hours late getting home.

When Lee turned to hear Clas Watkins instruct someone on the other end of
his cell phone to "bring the horses around, I want to show my guests all of
the spread," he knew he needed to relax and enjoyed the afternoon. After
all, Clas Watkins was a most amiable host and his father-in-law wanted to
be accommodated. Lee realized that while he needed to get back home to
Steve to make sure his son was doing okay and to get back to their
intimacies together, he also needed to make up to JL for having ignored him
on the trip for he most part.

"I haven't ridden in several years," Lee said as they headed out of the
back of the palatial barn to see three gorgeous riding horses, saddled and
waiting for them.  "It's like riding a bicycle,' the farmer said. "Plus
thee babies hardly need any guidance. Just enjoy the ride, Lee."

The men were about to hop on each of their selected horses when Clas
surprised Lee by unbuttoning his own denim shirt and asking, "Will you
gents join me? I prefer to ride shirtless? I like the sun to hit my
shoulders and the breeze to hit my chest."

"Damn right, I'll join you," JL said with a big smile crossing his
face. "Hello, may be we should just strip to our drawers and ride half
almost bareass."

Clas chuckled and said, "Maybe on the way back."

Lee hesitated. He knew he felt plenty relaxed and some of the same feelings
that engulfed him at the hot tub party were returning, he thought due to
the beer, but yet, he was hesitate to strip off in front of the farmer.

"Come on, Lee, give us a treat," JL encouraged.

Clas remembered how Lee had so confidently entered the restaurant with his
shirt half opened. He knew this new friend was not bashful and most of all
he knew Lee Jacobs had a chest to show the world. He took a few steps
toward Lee, smiled, and said, "Maybe I need to properly welcome you to my
place here? What say I undo the buttons and help you out of this thing?
You'll enjoy the sun, the breeze, and I bet that forest of chest hair of
yours could use an airing."

Lee stood transfixed as both Clas and JL quickly undid the buttons on their
own shirts and stripped to the waist. He liked the sight of the two mostly
smooth chested men before him. Both were hot. He always like seeing JL, the
John Forsythe look-alike, bare chested, but the sight of Clas Watkins
shirtless provided him even more of a turn on. The man had the hard,
handsome skin of a day laborer. He was tight. And while he had very little
hair on his upper body, he had blocky pecs, a deep navel with a treasure
trail running above and below it, and his meaty nipples were a dark brown,
pointed, puffy and chewable.  Pretty and very sexy copper-colored tits
crowned his wide chest.

Clas Watkins was a confident man. He recognized the glint in Lee's
eyes. Edging toward Lee, Clas brought his large hands up and placed them
first on his own belly, and then slowly ran them upward until his palms
cupped his breasts. He squeezed his impressive breasts several times,
moaning lightly. JL encouraged him by placing his right hand on Clas' back
to caress him.

Lee swallowed hard as Clas watched the muscular farmer move his hands off
his breasts to just under their curves. Lee's dick twitched in his pants
when Clas ran his thumbs up and began to strum his own fine nipples just
inches from Lee's face. "This feels good, Lee. The sun is warm, my chest is
hot, JL's has a great touch on my back there, and my thumbs excite the hell
out of my mannips."

Lee tried to break the moment by saying, "Maybe it's time to mount these
stallions and see your spread." Yet, he could not take his eyes off Clas
Watkins strumming his own tits with his thumbs.

JL whispered, "Come on Lee, get your shirt off. Let Clas know you are
friendly.. JL then ran both of his hands around to Class' front side and
said, "Lee, oh boy, this farmer here gave me one of the best nights of my
night last night. Next to you, he is the best." Lee watched as JL surprised
him by bringing his fingers around to find Clas' seductive mannips. He
caressed them before squeezing and pulling at them. The sight turned Lee
on, but he had to resist the moment. He knew instead he needed to convince
JL to leave and head home, Steve was waiting for him, he missed his son.

Clas leaned back into JL to enjoy the attentions to his tits. Lee could not
believe the moment and how aggressive both the farmer and his father-in-law
were being there out in the open even if behind the man's barn. Yet, when
Clas reached out to undo first the top button on Lee's shirt and then the
second button, Lee looked down to take in the action. He simply stood there
as Clas Watkins undid all five buttons of his fine cotton shirt and then
pulled the tails from his trousers. He felt himself getting almost as
exited as the evening when he invited his own son to unbutton his shirt.

As Clas folded back the left flap of Lee's shirt, at the same time, JL's
fingertips found Clas' pretty, round nipples and began working. "Oh yes,
you'll be more comfortable riding bare-chested, my friend, " Clas
assured. And as the shirt went off of Lee's bare shoulders to reveal all of
his upper body, Clas Watkins said, "Damn, holy hell, you have the chests of
a God, Lee Jacobs. Damn!"

Clas Watkins' own tits stood erect form JL's fingering of them, yet JL's
work on his own nipples paled by comparison to the hot, masculine and
nearly perfect hairy chest that he had just stripped naked. The farmer
brought his strong hands up to Lee's shoulders and began to massage. He
smiled. Lee looked down at his chest and once again knew he had been
blessed with a torso that most men would pay mega bucks to possess.

"Let's get on the these ani-mules and get outta here," Clas said,. "I want
to get some place where we can relax and really enjoy each other."

The trio went from one part of the spread to the other. Clas Watkins
proudly showing his crops, his herd, and his landscapes. The history and
displays impressed both JL and Lee. Clas smiled after each compliment. He
also noticed Lee's impressive display of chest and body as they rode. Clas
liked a man with a handsome and hairy chest

But with Steve lingering on his mind and still feeling a need to curtail
the tour of Clas Watkins marvelous spread of pictorial farm and surrounding
properties, Lee's felt his priorities divided. Part of his attentions were
turned to doing as JL wanted as well as enjoying and appreciating the fine
sight of two very handsome older men riding bare-chested on horseback. He
also knew Clas Watkins possessed all of he masculine qualities and charm
that he most appreciated in another man especially one that he might desire
as a lover.

What Lee did not know though was that his decision would be made for him.
for him. The three men had horse backed a long ways from the barn.. They
were riding along a path mostly in heavy woods. Clas Watkins kept remarking
how "this place out here, where nobody can bother me, and I can be my own
man makes me feel such peace. It exhilarates me, yet makes me horny as
hell."

Clas stopped his horse looked at Lee, and rubbed his crotch quite
noticeably. "How about you, Mr. Jacobs? You feeling relaxed, a little
horny?"

Knowing he had to make the initiative to end the tour and head back to
their car, Lee grabbed his shirt form the saddle hook and began to put if
back on, covering his shoulders and then buttoning partially to cover most
of his chest. Clas and JL looked on with disappointment. Lee then answered,
"Don't think so, Clas. Look, I appreciate your great spread, your farm is
awesome, the barbecue excellent, and your hospitality is quite nice. I'd
like to come down and spend some time with you in the future. But now,
today, right now, I need to get JL back to the car, and we need to head
home." Turning to JL, Lee said, "We've been gone several days and my son
might want to see me."

The response sort of surprised Clas Watkins, bit it angered JL.. He could
not believe that Lee was being inhospitable. His grandson led an
independent life and would be plenty busy without needing to see his father
so soon. Or, so thought the grandfather. JL further considered that Lee had
ignored him on the trip, insulted his fling with the exciting, young Dino,
had not shared details of his evening that won him the largest contract of
his firm's existence, was not fully disclosing about the dream about Steve,
had not thanked him for giving him the pleasures of the cute Brian
Newcastle; and now showed very little inertest in playing around with him
and Clas. Furthermore, he had not been away from home or Steve long at all.

Clas knew Lee was not going to be persuaded to enjoy the rest of the
afternoon with him. JL asked Lee, "What is the damn hurry, Lee? I told Clas
we would come and enjoy his company, let the two of you get to know each
other, and that is what I am asking you to do."

Lee shook his head and softly replied, "Sorry JL, I am not in the company
mood right now. I want to get home. We can be there before dark, if we
leave within the half hour." He looked at Clas and noticed that the farmer
had taken out his phone and was speaking to someone. "Yes now, we need to
do that now.""

Noticing that Lee was observing him, Clas closed his phone and said, "Just
giving some chore assignments. Nothing more." But Clas Watkins was a man of
planning and he had more on his agenda. He and JL had planned ahead,. There
was a backup plan now that the first plan and the herbal powder that Diego
had stirred into Lee's beer had not been persuasive.

'Tell you what, Lee, my friend," Clas said, "Around this next bend, there
is a stream and a good clearing with a helluva vista." Let's go get us a
sip of fresh water,. let the horses have a break, and then we will head
back, so you can be on your way."

JL was about to protest again, bur then realized that Clas had gone to
their alternative plan. JL's privates stirred. While he had hope Lee would
be easy and agreeable and sexually charged by the prospects of the three of
them getting it on in the open air of nature, he also liked the backup
plan. Its possibilities excited him greatly. He wondered though if Clas and
crew could pull it off without Lee suspecting it to be a set up and unreal.

When Lee got off his horse to head down for a sip of the fresh stream
water, Clas again took advantage to approach him. "What say I help you out
of this shirt again and let you wash your upper body with this cool water?
It'll cool you down, make you feel good?"

Lee thought about accepting to appease his new friend, but instead knew he
could chance seduction. He smiled, said a quick :"no thanks," and walked up
stream several yards and away from either Clas or JL before kneeling down
to drink from the flowing water. The water tasted great. And then, he heard
a rustling in the woods, he heard Clas shout "watch out, Lee," and then he
looked to see two men standing behind Clas and JL, with the farmer and his
father-in-law secured with a large net wrapped around them. He felt his
arms being wrapped around and held behind his back as a lasso went around
his waist. A pair of hands expertly knotted one part of the rope around one
wrist, another part around another. With one man strong arming him from
behind, the other securing him with the lasso tightly around his waist and
the third tying him, he tried fighting and had some success with kicking
the man in front of him, but otherwise, Lee was in a losing situation,

He noticed the a Clas and JL seemed to succumb to the netting over them
without much of a fight, but when he noticed the size of one of the men
behind him, he knew JL would not be a lot of help to Clas in a grudge
match. His heart raced when he noticed that each of the men wore a ski
mask. Their faces were not recognizable. They were young and at least one
was Hispanic, another African American, and a third Caucasian, All were
muscular and one stood well somewhere between six and seven feet tall. The
man was huge and had used his strength to subdue Lee.

. As Clas and JL watched, a rope was thrown over a nearby tree and Lee's
hands were hoisted above his head. His feet were allowed to remain on the
ground, but his hands were forced over his head, And then, Clas and JL
watched with great pleasure as one of the men took a knife and cut away the
buttons on Lee's shirt. The shirt opened, but not so much. The trappings of
Lee's beautiful chest could be seen, but the fold of the shirt only allowed
a couple of inches from navel to his throat to show.

Lee watched as the young, black man approached him, licking his lips
slowly. Lee recognized that without a doubt it was the bartender from Lee's
barn.  He looked at Clas and said, "Mr. Watkins, are you sure you don't
know these dudes? This is the young man who served me beer," Lee said, but
when Clas laughed and said "It couldn't be,. I bet all black guys look
alike to you, Jacobs, especially when wearing ski masks."

And then the young man smiled, and Lee was for certain it was one in the
same. But when the young man pushed Lee's shirt open to reveal the right
side of Lee's upper body, every man there took notice.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah; what a hot older dude," the black guy said.  The huge
white guy added, "What a chest, what a beautiful man.  And the Hispanic man
added, "Tear his shirt off, let's see all of him."

It only took one tight grip and quick rip for the large white guy to tear
the back of Lee's shirt into two pieces. The group of guys stripped the
threads form his shoulders. When Lee's massive chest was revealed, the
black guy remarked, "Whoa, this daddy has a hot one; he's too handsome for
my eyes."

Clas looked over and smiled. Bound in the net and told to not move by the
others, Chas whispered to JL, "Damn, danm, he is one hot son-of-bitch . He
has a perfect chest. And look at those gorgeous mannips, I should have had
a pinch at them behind the barn before we ever got started. I want him, JL;
I knew I wanted him when he walked in the restaurant the other day, and I
want him all the more now.":

JL smiled. He also wanted Lee, but not just his tits. H he wanted his
chance to fuck his son-in-law to have Lee bottom.  JL knew he had waited to
o long to pile drive his cock into his son-in-law.

One of the white guys looked at his black friend sand said, "This hot man
has amazing pecs for his age -- lean, round, chiseled, jut hot slabs of
muscle." He reached in and began to rub all over Lee's chest going from the
man's shoulders to his stomach and back over again, not stopping to pick at
Lee's tits, but caressing his whole upper body .  Clas looked closely and
observed Lee's chest covered with loosely curled thick fur. Unlike the hair
on his head, which was graying, Lee's chest hair was still mostly a rich
dark brown, thick and silky. Clas could feel his cock swelling. Lee Jacobs
was about his age, but he had seldom seen a city dude with such a
well-toned body.

The big, tall white guy ran his hands around to the front of Lee and also
discovered his chest, but his intent was to get to know lee's bloated
pecs. He liked having the mature man's hairy breasts under his palm. He
lifted his hands and told his black friend, "grab his tits, and make him
squirm."

And the black dude did just that. He reached out and grabbed both of Lee's
fine, perky nipples and began to work them. Then he started laughing. "Oh
fuck, this ain't no soft old man, this is one stud. Look at these perfect
mannips. Maybe the best I've ever seen on any dude, young or old, rich or
poor, black or white, oh man!" He lifted Lee's tits far away from his chest
to get the others to focus their eyes on them. "Just look at both of these
silver dollar gems. Too hot! Too hot!"

Lee began feeling embarrassed. What Steve thought of his tits or what the
group in hot tubs admired about his chest had been one thing that he had
invited, but to be strung up and exposed and now observed in such a way
made him feel embarrassed.  He didn't have the largest male nipples, but he
also knew his attracted almost any guy who liked mannips. Lee looked down
at his nipples and felt them rising from his chest, hardening under the
black guy's touch, and puffing out for all to take notice. The community
leader's aureoles were exceptionally large compared to most, Lee himself
often thought they resembled silver dollars Justas his molester had just
said.
  .  When the black guy backed off, the big guy from behind Lee grabbed the
oversized mantits in between his thumbs and forefingers and began to work
them in even a rougher way. When Lee spat on the guy's hands, the others
laughed, but the big dude kneed Lee in the ass, hurting him. He then leaned
in and bite lee on the neck. "Please, please, this is criminal," Lee
protested.  "Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," the
big duded said. "These really are a couple of mighty handsome and firm
mannips. Let's all check these nubbins out, but good." And they did.

Lee could not believe the scene, but both Class and JL took in the ultimate
excitement of watching the five others inspect, work. examine, caress, rub,
pick, pinch and pull at Lee's perfect tits. The action went on for 15
minutes. With one guy working one nipple and another working the other, a
third caressed Lee's chest while another caressed his back and kissed his
neck and a fifth checked out and massaged his privates through his pants.

Finally, the black guy reached over and grabbed Lee's nipple by their very
tips and pulled until Lee's entire body swayed on the ropes. H used his
soft fingertips and gentle and to then soothe the burning nubs. Lee's cock
grew steel hard, hw breathing intensified, and then the big white dude
said, "s slender hands, but this time he held them more gently, not
pinching them as he had before.

"So, mister, " the big dude said, "Everyone of us knows you have some very
pretty and hot mantits here. Nice and round and colorful and real puffy,
You ever stretch them with suction cups like real queers enjoy? I think we
need to see if you have any experience with the cups."

"Johnny, do it to him, " the big dude said and stepped away to watch as the
black dude again took control of Lee's titties softly pulling, squeezing
and massaging them, fingering his nice-sized aureoles. Lee's tits perked in
response. When the sensuous black man, leaned in an began bathing his
mantits like a cat while the ropes stretched his body in a vertical
position, Lee could not contain the moan that surfaced from his guts. The
extreme sensitivity of his mannips had overtaken his internal control.

When the black dude further kissed Lee's overworked tits and then circled
the thick tips with the soft point of his tongue, Lee cast his eyes
downward and moaned. The pleasure was undeniable. The herbal powder had
begun to work. He returned to the horny state he had felt in the hot tub
the night before. The five guys had pushed him over the edge of self
control. They had provided more pleasure and chilling sensuality than
injury or insult.

Certainly he had enjoyed a lot of nipple play in the last few days, but
being made to be submissive as the five guys worked over his body and paid
so detailed attention to his tits was something entirely different.  He had
never had his tits so worked by so many different pairs of hands. He
couldn't believe the sensitivity and intensity ravaging his chest and
bringing such sensation to his male tits. Before he realized what he was
doing, he heard the others giggling and he saw JL point out something to
Clas. It then hit Lee that he had been twisting his hanging body to
encourage the young black man to change tits and go from one to the other
more quickly to excite him all the more.

When the men changed positions, the Hispanic guy, older than the others,
was not so interested in Lee's tits, but spent a lot of time running his
hands through Lee's chest hair and also examining Lee's arm pits. When he
put his face in Lee's right pit, sucked it and then licked it cleaned, Lee
knew he was with a different breed of man.  At the same time, one of the
two smaller white guys was biting lightly on Lee's left tit, the bigger
white dude was squeezing his ass cheeks, and the black guy had now leaned
down to work Lee's cock through the fabric of his jeans. Lee was hard and
horny and breathing deep.

"Stop this, guys, please this is against the law and against my will," Lee
muttered not even sounding convincing to himself. He heard one of the young
white men say, "It's time we strip him fully naked, see what that mancock
is all about."

But before anyone could unsnap Lee's belt and get inside for the treasures
that waited, the Hispanic dude produce a pair of tweezers from his pocket
and told he others, "Stand back. I want to play with him a little bit. I
think his partners over there with the not-so-hairy chests will appreciate
it."

Clas knew what Diego was about to do. He had seen Diego do it to a farm
hand or two when they had gotten drunk and became vulnerable to his
whims. Taking the tweezers in his hands like a surgeon, at first, Diego
placed the stainless steel ends right a on the tip of Lee's thick right tit
and then pulled the point of the vulnerable tittie out from Lee's chest.

Le cussed and grimaced and shook his body trying to free himself. To no
avail. Diego and the others laughed. fully enjoying the amusement of having
the older white man with the hunky chest under their control and doing as
their boss man wanted done. .Using the tweezers, Diego sharply pulled Lee's
fabulous nipples and plucked them violently away from his chest. Lee cried
out.

"Well, well," Diego said and smiled. "Looks like our rich, handsome city
dude is feeling a little pain. Now's the time I show him that he's under my
control. Think I will remove all of these long tit hairs create a full halo
around his dark brown nipples."

 The big dude stood up from behind lee, ran his large palm around Lee's
front, grabbed his left nipple, and whispered in his ear, "But don't worry,
handsome, if you're nice, we will leave the hair on your chest and under
your arms."

When Diego started using the tweezers to pull out the individual hairs
surrounding Lee's meaty left nipple, Lee kept his eyes glued to his prized
button, wondering what this group of young men might be capable of
doing. Diego found the longest hairs and extracted them.  After each pull,
the group laughed.

The extractions did not cause Lee too much pain, but the process was
humiliating.  "Don't do that; there's not any need,": Lee insisted.

But the Hispanic man looked Lee in the eyes and retorted, "There is a
need. I like it, it amused the others, it makes you realize who is in
control here, rich man, and most of all, not having these hairs curling
around your fine tits will make them project better from your handsome
chest.: And it gives your sexy man nipple a halo effect.

But the situation had now made JL uncomfortable. His son-in-law had a
handsome chest that did not need to be marred. JL also appreciated the
finer things about Lee including how his seductive tits dominated the eyes
because they were meaty enough to stand out from the surrounding hairs that
shadowed them, but did not covered them. He also liked bathing the hairs
back with his tongue when he and Lee were lying together after hot sex.

When Diego had extracted a few hairs around the left nipple and went to the
right one and said to Lee, "I'll let that one rest while I start on the
other; who knows before we are finished, I might have to take out my razor
and remove all of your chest hair."

JL could not let the situation get beyond his control. With the net over
him and secured by the rope that had been tied around him and Clas Watkins
and fastened to a tree behind them, JL looked at Clas and whispered, "Stop
this, Clas. They've had their fun. I cannot be responsible for bodily harm
to Lee or anything that he might resent later. Stop it"

Clas Watkins pretended not to hear or understand JL's concern. He replied
in a dismissive tone. "He's isn't going to take off too much or shave
him. He's just having a little fun with the tweezers. Relax, JL, enjoy the
show.  It's going to get better."

"Damn Clas, don't ruin my relationship with him." Clas looked at his latest
lover and asked, "Just what has been your relationship with Jacobs?"

JL did not reply. Instead he watched closer as Diego skillfully plucked
hair after hair surrounding Lee's fabulous dark golden tits. Lee watched
and squirmed. The two smaller white men stood back and watched and
giggled. The big dude stood behind Lee continuing to massage his back,
under arms and ass.  Occasionally, he ran his big paws around to caress
Lee's belly enjoying the hair and firmness.

The black guy countered Lee's fear of what Diego might do to his chest by
skillfully rubbing Lee's inner thighs, occasionally moving his open palm
over Lee's cock and balls.  "He's got a nice, big package here,
guys... impressive... heavy,": the black man announced. The big dude ran
his right hand down from Lee's belly, pushing the black dude's hand away,
and taking a firm hold on Lee's crotch himself,.

Lee jerked, grunted and protested, "Damn, damn, stop this. I don't want to
be molested." But the men surrounding him simply laughed with one of the
smaller white dudes remarking "Big city man, a handsome stud like you must
be use to all kinds of people wanting a piece. We aren't molesting you,
simply having our way with you. Nobody is ging to hurt yju. No need to. We
like you. A lot!"

Lee looked down to see Diego moving the tweezers back to his other tit. He
had not removed a lot of the hair, but Lee could tell a difference. Lee
felt some sense of relief when the black guy told Diego, "Stop that for
now.  I want to pull on his awesome titties for a while."

Lee said, "Damn it, end this, I don't want to be manhandled."

But the men again laughed and so did Clas. Lee looked at the farmer and
could not believe he was laughing with the others. It confused Lee that
Clas could be a part of the gang effort, after all, Lee was almost sure
that both the black and Hispanic men were Lee's employees that he had seen
at the bar and served them barbecue back a the play barn.

Diego quickly plucked a dozen more hairs on both tits, spit on both nipples
and then slowly rubbed his saliva around and around both colored
buttons. The was gentle and whispered to Lee, "Now, absolutely no hair gets
in the way from these perfect babies projecting from your manly chest."
Diego leaned in and quickly kissed both nipples. The black guy chuckled and
said, "Damn, Diego, look at those mannips. He really likes your touch; look
at how perked you have them. Sticking out like little manmade rockets."

The big dude had moved around to Lee's front side to begin unbuckling his
belt and unsnapping his pants. One of the smaller men moved behind Lee. Lee
again felt Diego's wet tongue bathing his left armpit. He felt the big dude
unzipping his pants. The black dude's fingers moved in to pinch and stretch
his halo nips and Diego ran a finger to his his bellybutton and drilled it
time after time.

Diego said, "Sometime soon, I am going to have to remove the hair from
around his pretty naval, make it more accessible, too, my friend, my
handsome, pretty friend." Lee grunted as Diego's fingers fucked deep into
his belly; he was about as turned on by someone messing with his navel as
he was with his tits being massaged. Neither effect was lost n JL as he
watched and felt his erection leaking its early cum stuff.

The scene intensified as the men's'working and handling of Lee's body grew
more of a turn on for him. Lee felt as he had felt in the hot tub with
tron. Bruno, Dino, Connor Elliott and others working him over and
iscovering his body aprts. He liked the multiple stimulations a lot. He
liked his body being admired a lot. He felt hot.

The smaller white dude, who had gotten behind Lee, was lowering his pants,
dropping them from around his waist, and pushing them down his flanks. He
did not hesitate to then reach around and begin to caress Lee's erection
through his white briefs.  If there one turn on that Lee could not resist
any more than he could resist attention to his tits, it was someone
caressing him lightly through the softness of his briefs. Steve had done it
and knew it was a maximum charge for him and now the smaller guy was
learning it as Lee's big cock came alive in his palm.

"Wow, this old man has a magnificent cock, boys,: the young man said to his
friends.  The big dude looked down and said, "How damn large is this man?
The black guy smiled and said, "He puts this black man to shame, I tell you
that."

Within a few seconds, Lee felt the big dude open his briefs and fish out
his mancock.  Lee's dick was stiff and wet. A bead of pre-cum bubbled from
his piss slit. The big dude used his thumb to move the bead of juice over
Lee's cock head to slicken it. The tall man then had a little fun with Lee,
using his steel-like rod to slap it against his belly,. He pounded Lee's
belly several times with the stick of cock mean. "You like that,
mister. You like me slapping this mancock all around? Huh, you like that?"

The size of Lee's rock hard penis further impressed everyone with the mere
sound it made as it hit Lee's lower belly, Its length and girth combined
could be admired by every man there. Nobody had more total cock size. The
big white dude had similar girth, but was a couple of inches shorter. The
black dude had almost as much length, but not the thickness. The farmer was
almost as large, but not quite as overall impressive. JL had a cock that
was as sexy and attractive, but was noticeably smaller in overall
appearance.

 JL watched and knew he, too, The display of the big dude fisting Lee's
cock and slapping it all around his lower body was hot. An impressive
display of one man controlling another.  When he grabbed Lee's nuts and
pulled on the sack and twisted Lee's balls one way and the other as Lee
grunted and groaned, JL felt his own cock cement inside his pants.

Clas whispered to JL, "Don't worry, I am about to stop this. After all, I
want that big delicious cock all to myself."  As Lee 's almost naked body
swayed from the ropes, he looked down to watch the black dude again working
his tits with his mouth, moving from one to the other. Te young man knew
how to provide oral treatment to a man's chest.  The actions did not upset
Lee instead he found his sensationalized mantits erect and eager to be
licked, sucked and lightly chewed.

Even the abuse to his hard standing cock did not hurt as much as it made
him hornier.  And when the big dude began pumping his stiff cock, Lee
moaned. All the while, Diego sucked, licked, and moistened the Lee's hairy
armpits

Lee's body control completely left him when the smaller white man behind
him pulled his ass cheeks open to fit his tongue and mouth onto Lee's anus
asterisk. "Oh damn, damn, that is driving me crazy," Lee exclaimed.

"It's meant to," the short dude said with a chuckled before putting his
mouth back on Lee's ass.

"You ain't gonna hold out long, big fella, with me stroking this fancy
cock; my boy back there sucking out your tailpipe; and Johnny messin' with
yo titties," the tall man said as he gripped Lee's cock even tighter. Lee
moaned again and again. The feelings in all parts of his body caused sexual
flames to burst light throughout his body - in his armpits, al over his
breasts and chests, up and down his erected cock, and now into the
interiors of his ass.  JL and Clas watched as Lee danced on the ropes that
held him, moving his ass up and down to give his molester even greater
access and turning his chest back and forth to ensure that the young black
guy chewed on both of his raised, meat nipples.

Clas Watkins had thrown an erection himself watching the action. JL did not
know if wanted to have the farmer stop the action or if he really wanted to
continue watching, knowing he was damned turned on himself. After all, the
gang of five had done a number on lee and humbled his macho, handsome
son-in-law.

For a few minutes, Lee could only close his eyes and lean his head back as
the young men and Diego turned him on. Lee growled deeply when he felt the
big man hold his cock at its base, palm his nut sac and invite the second
of the two smaller white guys to "come here, I know you want to sample
this. Go ahead."  Lee opened his eyes to watch the assault on his body
shift to another man.  Diego switched arm puts and began to treat Lee's
right pit with love and care. The young man behind him was now fully
sucking Lee's ass with great force.

The black man was licking circle around the aureole of Lee's left tit,
teasing the erection into a longer point, having great fun and enjoying the
deep moans it was producing from the sexy daddy man. The big dude tested,
teased and tossed Lee's bag of boiling nuts in the palm of his hand. And
then, the fifth guy went on Lee, taking all of the big cock fully into his
mouth and down his throat.

:Oh, boy, damn, shit, damn," Lee moaned as the sensations electrified his
body. His cock had begun leaking pre-cum as soon as the young man's mouth
had contacted his cockhead. The black guy had his tits pointed and eager to
be serviced. Diego sucked deeply at his pits and his ass was being rimmed
and cleaned by an expert tongue.

The men completely removed Lee's pants and briefs and spent several minutes
servicing his body. Lee was horny, excited and knew that he would not be
able to hold off for much longer before the men forced a cum to shoot from
his lower body.

"Yeah, he's moaning, he's groaning, his dick is hot and foaming. He's
ours," one of the smaller white guys chanted and then went back to chewing
on Lee's ass.

JL had never seen anything like the scene before him. He fantasized about
having the same done to him. Clas felt his own cock trying to break through
the bind of his underwear to get out and to be touch and loved.

At that point, Lee heard Clas clear his throat and then aggressively
challenge the men to "Stop humiliating him. No reason for me to have to get
the law on your asses."

Lee felt the black man's lips leave his chest and the big dude's palm leave
his nut sac. The two laughed and waked toward Clas. The black man
challenged the farmer. "Well, old man, maybe it's time we give you some of
the same treatment and you tell us if it feels wrong."

"Leave your filthy hands off me," Clas remarked.

But without hesitation, the gang of five left Lee hanging to turn their
attention to Clas. They removed the netting and restraining rope from
around the muscular farmer, but not from JL.  Clas put up a superficial
show of resistance, but regardless he was no match for the massive and
large white dude or the black dude and the others. The gang of five
overpowered Clas, took him to the ground, and began to strip off his pants
and undies.

When they had him completely naked, they raised the handsome farmer from
the ground and marched him in front of Lee. Lee looked to observe Clas
without clothes. He considered the farmer a damn handsome man with a fine
upper body, strong legs and a stout cock with a major league set of hairy
balls.

Clas' cock had a sizeable stand, not completely hard, but well on its
way. Diego reached out and grabbed Clas' fine dick as the big dude
restrained he farmer from behind. Diego then reached out and took Lee's
stiff and near cummy cock in his other hand. He brought the two large dicks
together and began to pump on them and forcing them to grind together. The
steam Lee felt from the farmer's nice cock almost took him over he
edge. Clas groaned and moaned. He had waited for this moment ever since Lee
had walked into the restaurant with his shirt open and his hairy chest
showing such sex appeal. Diego chuckled.

"Oh yes, Farmer Watkins, you should invite us to your big farm and let us
entertain you. We wouldn't have to teach you out in the woods like this. We
could make you feel things that others simply cannot."

Diego began a fast-paced jacking of both cocks. Clas looked at Lee,
released a soft groan to show his pleasure and approval, and said,
"Mr. Jacobs, you have a hot cock. Nice,. And damn, you are one hotly
handsome man with your clothes off. I want to get to know that big chest of
yours."

Lee smiled, bur did not reply. But the farmer's words were not lost on
him. With Diego keeping their cocks pumped, the black dude motioned to his
friend who pushed Clas' body almost into Lee's,. The black guy then steered
Clas' face to Lee's chest and told him. "Then farmer man have all of this
city man's perfect mannips that you want."

Clas did not have to be forced or encouraged. He simply said to Lee, "Let's
let these young men have their way, and it will be easier for us.

 And then, Clas sank his lips to Lee's left breast and began to kiss across
it and around it and over all parts of it before sinking his mouth fully
onto Lee's raised nipple. When Clas' lip puckered on his tit and Clas shook
his head to pull at the tit meat some, Lee groaned and moaned and screamed,
"Damn it, damn it, motherfucker, just bring me off."

Diego laughed and said, "Yes, oh yes, he is turned on and everything is
working."

Before Lee could say anything more, the black guy grabbed him behind the
neck. Brought his lips to Lee's and locked their faces into a hard, wet
kiss. One or two of those around them applauded as the black guy forced the
kiss to continue longer than Lee wanted.

When the their lips parted, Lee felt a great wave of orgasm wash over his
lower body.  The sensations were too much for him. The kiss; the smaller
dude tongue raping his ass, the farmer sucking from his breast, and Diego
grinding his heated cock with the farmer's excited piece.

Lee moaned, panted, pushed his ass forward, felt the young man behind him
jam his middle finger into his wet ass, going almost to the hilt, and then
his lower body exploded. "Oh gawd, I am shooting it, you have fucked me,"
Lee announced.

Clas Watkins was not one to miss an opportunity, He shouted, "Let go of
me," and to Lee's surprise the others backed off to allow the farmer to
drop readily to his knees. He grabbed Lee's hot, turgid, steamy and wet
cock and brought it to his mouth. He sank his lips onto it, let it slide
into his mouth, and then bent his body to ensure the head of Lee's big
member went down his throat.

Lee's sexual reservoir had recuperated. Jets of semen rushed throughout his
lower body. His cock quivered, his balls quaked, and he was close to ball
breaking cum.

"Fuck it, shit, what a fuckin' farmer man," Lee said mindlessly.

JL could not believe thee intensity of the scene, with his cock twitching
and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. H he heard himself shout, "Enjoy
it, Lee baby. Fuck his face. Let Clas know you are the man!"

Hearing JL encourage him, Lee bucked his hips in a fast, powerful way,
sending his cock deeper into the farmer. Lee strained, but held off his
immediate cum to face fuck Clas Watkins with purpose and intention. The
other men noticed the comeuppance that the captive man was now giving their
boss. A couple of them very much liked seeing Le Jacobs' thick, hard cock
battering their boss in the mouth.

But when Clas wrapped his fingers and palm fully around Lee's nut sac to
pull his balls down in a forceful manner, Lee's man juice bolted from his
cock and spewed mightily down Clas' throat. Lee grunted; Clas groaned, JL
shouted support, and the gang of five either laughed or applauded except
for the big dude who urged "Fuck 'em, man, fuck the ld boss. Split his face
open with that big mancock of yours."

The first jet stream of semen was hot as it hit the back of the farmer's
throat and went down into his belly and body. The second shot caused Clas
to groan from its richness. The third shot backed up into Clas' mouth, some
of it coming out from the sides.

Strangely, Lee appreciated the eagerness and gusto with which the macho
farmer loved hs cock, devoured his juices and emptied his balls. Clas
Watkins knew something quite a lot about working a man's dick and
testicles. Lee especially enjoyed just the raw feeling of seeing and
feeling his big cock being manhandled and appreciated by the strong farmer.
Lee had hardly finished his fourth and final shot of man cream when the
ropes were cut above him and he fell to the ground. Clas had kept his face
buried in lee's orgasmic crotch; his earthy fingers found Lee's erect tits
and twisted them like radio knobs.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, Clas, Clas, oh yes, that does feel good," lee himself
moan as he hunched his hips forward to ensure Clas Watkins had full
access. JL smiled . He knew Lhsi son-in-law was enjoying the orgasm and the
oral treat finishings of Clas, the farmer, the milk man, the man with the
big spread, much more than he had been mistreated by the others or disliked
being held captive.

Even so, the young men and Diego did not waste any time securing him
though. Almost as though it had all been rehearsed, they forced Lee's arms
and legs out wide and then staked both sets to the ground. Lee was secured
with his bare chest and cock facing upward for all to see and enjoy.

JL watched as the two smaller men came over to remove the net and ropes
from him. The group watched as Clas crawled on top of the staked out and
naked Lee and began to kiss all over his body. While placing their cocks
and balls together, Clas continued to twist and turn and tease Lee's sore
left tit while engaging his city friend in a hard, deep and long kiss,
mouth to mouth.

"I can't help what thes emen have done, Lee, but I sure like your body a
whole lot," the farmer admitted.

Lee replied, "Enjoy it Clas. I should have been more cooperative. We can
get to know each hter all you want."

JL chuckled again. Clas engaged Lee in another hard kiss before licking g
down Lee's neck, over his left shoulder and then locking on to his raised
nipple. He regretted ever letting any of his hired help have first
samplings of Lee's special parts and perfect chest.

Their time together would not end out on the trail there. Both men wanted
more. And JL wanted to be a part. Steve would just have to occupy himself
for a short while longer back home. His father was busy again and his
daddy's reservoir of love juices had somehow been replenished.



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