Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2007 06:11:46 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Farm Boy Becomes a Model Part Two" by Jay Roberts    gay rural

Jeff and Sal were a little smashed as they walked the three blocks to their
apartment, giddy over the drinks and the prospect of having the delicious
Wes in bed with them.

Wes put his lips together again and whistled.  Sal became faint at the
sight.  "What a place.  An' yu can look outa the window and see buildings
and such.  No mountains like at home, but awesome."

The guys didn't want to waste time.  Jeff advised that they sleep nude and
Wes told them that he does too at home.  "Lessen it's real cold, then I git
brother to sleep with me.  He heats up the sheets like a forest fire."
Then he laughed in remembrance.

Sal asked the boy if he would like anything to eat or drink before going to
sleep.  "I would be mighty obliged if'n you could heat of some milk and
give me a glass.  I allus have that 'fore bed and I sleep like a babe."

(You are already a babe thought Sal) but aloud to said, "No problem. I heat
some up right away."

Pretty soon the boys were bookends to the naked farm boy, he was sipping
his milk.  Jeff could see that Wes's eyes were blinking and he was afraid
he'd drop the glass on the bed.  He carefully took the glass and put it on
the bedside table.  When he turned back, Wes was sound asleep.  Sal noticed
that the boy had a cute milk moustache and he took a tissue and blotted it.
Jeff said, "You're a regular mother.  I guess you really like him."  Sal
told him that he has tender feelings for the farm boy, but he also wants to
rough-fuck him.

The boys looked over his bare chest and longed to reach out and play with
his pink and brown nipples, but they thought better of it.  "That would be
too weird and pervy," said Sal and he settled down to sleep, dreaming of
Wes's handsome ass, and how he was fucking it.  Oddly the three slept
through the night and the light of morning woke them all up.

"Hey, fucking farm boy," Sal said, reverting to his New Jersey cock of the
walk attitude.  "I saw your ass.  It beats any ass in the western
hemisphere and I want that ass.  Are you ready to get fucked?"

"Oh my Sal, you are very angry.  No need for that," said still sleepy Wes.
"I never did nothin' involving the rump portion of guys I know but I can
sure see how some guys are very takin' with asses.  Now your ass, Sal,
that's a fine one.  It's full and big and brown and strong.  I noted that
the ass crack has nice strong dark hairs growin' there.  I have not seen
yur ass hole, but I bet it has a nice ring of dark Italian hair 'round it.
And you Jeff, I know Irish boys are not hairy.  Your ass hole must be pink
and free of hair and it's probably itching now for some attention."

Sal squeezed Wes full, soft, tan checks, making his puffy lips puff out
even more.  "Listen kid.  I will have your ass I swear.  What say you turn
around now and present it to me."

"Now that's a problem friends. I am scared as shit 'bout the whole idea of
getting' fucked.  Do you think you two fellas, as friends, could let me
ease into the whole idea of having a big piece of flesh inside me.  Let me
see your asses and let me play around a bit 'fore I really do IT."

Jeff and Sal shrugged.  Sal said, "If the kid wants to see our asses, let's
do it."  They got back in the position they were in for milking.  "No
kissing or shit, this time," said Sal in a manly voice.

"Oh my, such nice rumps."  He stroked Sal's big muscular ass.  Sal murmured
appreciatively.  "Okay get your feel and your look and then get into
position for me."

"Oh yes, I will do that, but let me have a little more checking you out.
Now this ass hole, it seems a little moist.  It has a cute pucker mouth and
a small moustache.  Now that's real fine.  I think I'll just get a little
friendly with it."  Wes took his big, flat, farm boy finger and stroked it
up and down the pucker mouth.  Sal tried to stifle his moan, but it escaped
his lips.

Meanwhile Jeff was watching.  "Hey rube, leave off playing with the son of
Italy and take a look at a real fine ass.  He got into position next to
Sal, enjoying the heat from Sal's hips against him.  Wes was quick to move
on to Jeff's slim, freckled, hairless ass.

"Jeff, you got a fine ass too.  I see your ass hole is pink and friendly.
It's also puckering out, looking for a kiss.  May I jes go inside and look
fur that boy clit everyone talks 'bout.  Ah, this must be it."

Jeff let out a long low croon.  "Oh you shit-kickin" farm boy.  You are
starting something.  Put another finger in and rub around.  I'm beginning
to get really with this ass play."

Wes tapped Sal on his strong back.  Sal had been rubbing himself against
Jeff, his eyes closed and his breathing deepening.  "I can try to find that
hot spot inside you.  Would you lak that?"

"You know rube, you talk to much.  If you think you know how to find it, go
to it."

Wes's warm, long, tan middle finger entered the Italian boy's hole easily.
He felt around and there it was, a hard nut.  He stroked it softly and
rapidly.  Sal began a senseless babble as the sensations ran up and down
his spine.  He lifted his muscular ass high to feel more.  "Keep it up,
otherwise I got friends in the Mafia who'll whack you.  You are in fucking
trouble if you don't get onto what you are doing and do it right.

Wes found that he could use both hands one in each boy.  Pretty soon he had
them both crooning in pleasure.  They had planned to fuck him, but in a
moment, Jeff called out, "I've always been a top.  I've fucked pretty
models for ten years, but I don't care if I sound like a whore.  Wes, get
your cock out and in me."

Sal heard it all.  He was worried that Jeff was going to get cocked and he
wasn't.  He reared up and grabbed Wes's throat.  "Me, me me.  Pay no
attention to that Irish fag.  It's me you want to fuck."

Wes laughed in delight.  He loved to please boys.  "Tell you what,new
friends, I kin please you both, but not at the same time.  Jes keep those
hot asses up in the air and I'll...what do you call it...alternate."

"Whatever," Jeff said, "But do it."

Wes entered his cock head in Sal and jiggled it around.  "Oh shit, he makes
me want to cum already.  He's evil."

Then he moved over to Jeff.  He grabbed Jeff's slim hips and aimed for his
pretty pink hole and entered.  He was half way down his shaft, then he
pulled out and plunged into Sal.  Back and forth he went, each time sinking
deeper into the dark, hot interior of the photographers.  Now he entered
all the way, his dark blond pubes tickling the asses of the boys.

Jeff was howling in pleasure.  "If I die now, it'll be all right as I have
had the best."  Turning to Sal he said, "Partner, I'm getting close to the
cum of my life.  I want my lips against your hot Italian lips."

Sal husked, "Isn't this whole thing too gay?"

"Shit," Jeff shouted, "You idiot, you're being fucked by a milk boy, you've
got your ass up in the air next to another guy, and you're rubbing against
him.  What could be gayer than that?  Shut up and enjoy the trip.  If you
are like me, you're going to spew in a minute."

"Nice boys, I see that the sweat is coming on yur backs, just above yer
asses.  We all know what that means.  If you were behind me you'd see my
ass sweatin' too.  You goin' feel like you're getting a fire hose up yer
asses...and here it comes."

Wes's cock pulled into itself and then stiffened and lengthened and then,
eight long shots of rural cum coated the boy's asses as he moved his firing
cock from one to the other.  Meanwhile they felt their thighs locking as
they spooged heavily on the sheets below, almost weeping with the passion
they felt.

Wes slid off them, falling on his side.  The two boys couldn't move, they
stayed in the 'fuck me' position sperm dribbling out of their well-fucked
holes.

Wes could see that they were good for nothing.  He got up and wiped him
self off and got into his overalls.  He patted the boys on their heads and
slipped out of the apartment, planning to go back to the Y and get some
more sleep.

Jeff was the first to become aware of his surroundings.  "Who was that
masked man who fucked us?  Oh shit, my ass hole is as big as a port hole.
How you doing babe?"

"You never called me babe before.  Does that mean we are married?  I feel
like I need an ass holes retread."

Jeff and Sal were quiet a moment, laying on their backs.  Finally Jeff
said, "You know these country boys aren't as dumb as they look.  Somehow
we'd been turned into bottoms."

Jeff turned on his side to Sal and stared into his face.  "You know Sal, I
never noticed what nice eyes you have."

"Thanks.  What are your plans for this morning?"

"Soon as I rest a bit, I think I'd like to reclaim my position as a top
with you."

Sal leaned over and kissed his partner.  "Let's do what Wes
does...alternate.?


End


You've heard of the Foxy Grandpa.  This was a case of the foxy grandson.  I
found, as an author, that I liked all of the three characters in this story
equally.