Date: Tue, 25 May 2010 15:38:34 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Farm Boy Gets Deputized, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay Rural

As Clem made his way along the corridor he looked down at his
sexual area.  "My lands! it's sticking out.  This here place gits
to it."  So he was sticking out stiff and proud as he pushed open
the door to the Play Area, as the sign said.

He entered. It was dimly lit. Immediately his senses were
overwhelmed with the sounds of happy fellas enjoyin' sexual
things.  His nose was hit with that male smell of sweat and
fluids that made his sexual organ really stick out.  His eyes
made out writhing bodies.

"My, my, it looks lak they are havin' wrestling matches."  He
laughed in pleasure.  He did love wrestling other farm boys at
the state farm and he had won a blue ribbon once.

"Hi everyone," he called.  A few boys lifting their heads and
stared at him in amazement.  He out pointed every male in the
room, and their were about six or seven, a few jes restin'.

He heard one tall boy with blond curly hair say to his companion,
"Darlin' I think you've been replaced."

Another kid said, drawling, "Fasten your seat belts honeys, it's
going to be a bumpy night and I am the one who's up for it."

Another boy near him, who was doin' that sixty nine thing that
Clem's cousin showed him, reached out a long arm and grabbed
Clem's leg and tried to pull him toward him.

"Hey friend, You better not fool with the law."

As soon as he said that, he regretted it.  As if someone had
fired a pistol, all the sex activity stopped.  One shaggy haired
boy stood up on the bed and shouted, "It's Stonewall, let's march
out here and into the streets.  He can't push us around.

A small guy stood up and everyone hushed.  "I'm not afraid.  I am
Mrs. Norman Main."  They all laughed and the tension was broken,
especially when a big dark skinned guy pointed to Clems fat
erection.  "If he's the law, that must be his billy club."
Everyone laughed.

Finally one boy whispered to Clem, "You want to play with us?"

Clem laughed happily. "I sure love to play, an' 'fact is, I got a
game we kin all play.  It's called milkin'"

"Sounds good sweetie," said that boy with the blond curly head.
"How does it work."

Clem put his hands on his hips and pursed his lips in a serious
way.  "You gotta folly what I say.  Now all of you, get on your
knees and elbows an' let yur sexual organ hand down lak a cow's
udder."

"Yeah?" someone asked breathlessly.  "What then?"

"Then I milk you all.  Now no more fussing, git ready fur the
milkin. I milk cows mornin' n' night, so I know how to do it
right."

The seven lads all were, shall we say "cowed" by the authority in
Clem's voice, but also his beauty and they immediately complied
with the order.  One or two "cows", Clem had to push a bit to be
in line.  He stood there his hands clenching and unclenching
unconsciously ready to milk.

He could here the boys beginning to get enthusiastic.  He could
tell cause they wiz breathing and sighing loud.  He noticed,
peeking around each one that their penis/udders were ready for
milkin'."

He did what he usually did in the barn.  He went down the row of
naked boys with their rumps in the air and gave each "bossy" a
resounding slap. Some yelled "Ouch", others moaned happily.

He reached under the first boy, that blonde kid and pulled his
"udder" and squeezed at the same time.  Blonde was off in the
land of sexual passion and he was moaning softly.  The others
looked at him, catching his zaniness.  Clem wasted no time in
getting to the other boys, using his two-handed technique.  Now
the room sounded like choir practice wiz doin' on what with the
cat-0-walkeri', but that was music to Clem's ears.

He made his way along the "stalls" giving each one heavy
attention, hearing the sighs of disappointment when he moved to
the next boy.  Soon their udders were dripping milk.  He felt
their sacs and announced, "Yur milk sacs sure are full of milk.
I bet yur doin' give a quart or more each.  Jes hold on, it'll
happen.

While he was pleasuring the boys, his own rising tide of
horniness was almost overtaking him.  His prick was vibrating and
dripping and he had trouble keeping his voice steady, but Clem
was a good boy; a boy who liked to make others happy, so he
pressed on.

The blonde kid was beginning to go into a fuck motion, trying to
get more of Clem's rough farm hands, and the dark haired Italian-
looking fellow with that nice trail of hair in his ass crack was
showing his ass hole pucker kissing the air.  That gave Clem an
idea to intensify the moments before they gave their milk.

He began to use one hand for milkin' and the other for playing
with ass holes.  My, he thought, they is different from each
other.  There's that dark kid with almost bristly hair there and
the red-haired kid with golden hair surrounding his hole.  Clem
was enjoying it all.

As he returned to the head of the line, the blonde kid whispered
(but the others heard), put your finger in side, and all began to
plead for it.  Clem was delighted and he gave each one a good
finger fucking, not forgetting his milkin' motion.  Finally, one
by one each boy began to howl in ecstasy as they humped into
their heavy cum.  The bed was soaked, but the boys were happy and
sleepy.  Clem was smiling but his poor sexual organ was begging
for attention.

The blonde kid realized it.  "Hey you selfish bitches.  Here's
our pleasure who never got pleasured.  Help me put on fresh
sheets and let's make him happy."

The bed change was done in fast time and they grabbed Clem and
lay him lovingly on the bed.  As his back settled on the clean
sheet, he was already sliding into a sex haze.  One boy was
licking his toes, another sucking his fingers.  Blonde took his
cock as a prize and sucked away.  The Italian boy with his full
lips was kissing Clem's hot lips and playing tongue tag with him.
Two boys claimed a nipple for each.  This intense loving was
bringing the sweet farm boy into sexual heaven.  He was singing
his impending cum song and soon his hips began to rise and
thrust.  With a long, low groan he lapsed into his heavy cum.

They fought over a share of the sweet boy milk and lapped it all
up.


After Clem rested a bit, he announced that he had to git home to
the farm and he gravely shook hands with each boy lak his Gramps
had taught him.



Back in the Sheriff's station house, the Sheriff was eager to
know if he could make arrests.  "Did you book any of those
sinners?"

Now Clem always told the truth, even if he had to change it a
little.  "Sheriff, ever thin' wuz nice at the bath.  Lots of
exercising an' cleanin' up in the steaming room and showers."

Sheriff was disappointed but he had another assignment for Clem,
"I heered that the out house near the court buildin' is filled
with those kinda folks.  Yur next assignment is to check that
out."

Clem saluted.  "Yessir, I'll do my best with the 'signment."


End of Story