Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2010 09:37:32 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Farm Boy loves Tennis Boy, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Rural

Several minutes ticked by while Dudley stood, his eyes scrunched
up in thought and his mouth working with concentration.  Bobby
waited, at first patiently, now getting worried that the diamond
in the rough farm boy would bolt and leave, terrified by the idea
of his hiney getting broached.

At last Dudley spoke softly, gazing with his aqua blue eyes into
Bobby's soft brown ones.  "I love you Bobby.  I never loved
before, 'ceptin' that pony I had when I was a youngin' that died
from a horse disease, leastways, that's when they tol' me."

Bobby put his arm tightly on Dudley and drew him close.  "That's
why I want to really show my feelings for you.  Now let me
explain tennis to you."

He began slowly removing the golden blond boy's overalls, undoing
one button at a time.  "We are doing to warm up now.  There's
only one button more and we can get to the real game."

Dudley's knees were weak as his loved one proceeded to unwrap him
like a Christmas gift.  He felt hands touching his body as the
buttons opened and then, like a painting being unveiled, the
overalls slid down his strong legs and pooled at his ankles.

Bobby stepped back.  He made a choking noise.  "I never, ever saw
a boy's body that can compare to yours.  The outline, the shape,
broad shoulders cascading down to trim waist and hips and that
backside, each cheek arcs out saucily.  You skin is so smooth,
like velvet.  The gods must have worked a long time on you."

Dud was overwhelmed with the compliments.  He told Bobbie that
Gramps didn't believe in self love and besides that talk was
makin' his testicles spin and his knees weaker'n a sick cat.

Bobby's reaction was to strike while the iron was hot, or the
prick was hard and flexing.  "Lay down here on the bed, on your
back and let me make the first serve."

Numb and dumb with passion, Dudley weaved over to bed and lay
down and closed his eyes like he was goin' to have one of those
rectal 'zaminations.  Bobby had undressed completely and stood
looking down at the boy's strong feet.  He put his hands under
the back of the heels and lifted the muscled legs.  He ordered
Dudley to hold his legs up.  Now the boys pretty pucker was
visible, pink, hairless and circled with an area of darker pink.

"Here comes the serve."  He compressed his tongue into a little
penis and stuck the tip into the boy's hot hole.  Immediately
Bobby heard his whimpering and the smooth ass cheeks sprang sweat
all over.
"Oh my,oh, oh." Dudley called.

"Don't be afraid.  I promise you that you are going to be one
happy agri boy soon."

Dudley knew that could be true.  He had pierced Dwight his cousin
and he musta lak'd it cause he kept askin' Dud to do it agin'
ever time they were together.  Dudley usually did it cause it did
feel nice to him but mainly cause he laks to be good to others.

"That went right over th net.  It was a good serve.  Now the
volleys can begin."  His put the dripping head of his cock just
inside of Dudley's pulsing hole.  Dudley clamped down without
realizing it, but Bobby knew what to do.  He reached Dudley's
pink nipples that were already pointing a bit and grabbed them
firmly between his index finger and thumb and rolled them gently.

Dudley's eyes balls went up into his head and he grunted from
surprise and the powerful feeling.

"You like your tits played with, huh?"

"I guess ah do, but ah do feel a little lak a girl, squealing lak
I jes did."

Bobbie stroked the boy's cheek possessively.  "That's okay, it's
just the girl in you coming out for the fucking."

But before Dudley could argue the point, his ass hole had opened
up and Bobbie slid his sleek cock in, almost to his dark pubes.

Dudley stared out of his squinty eyes.  "Oh Bobbie, I hope you
are goin' do this with love and kindness."

"Of course, plough boy and here comes the volley.  He bottomed
the last two inches and felt his full pubes rubbing against the
boy's smooth bottom. He looked to see how this affected Dudley.
The farm boy's face was no longer in rictus, it was slowly
smoothing out to its habitual handsomeness.

Bobby stared with wonder at the change.  "Does it hurt?"

"It did, at first, but now, I'm not sure, it feels kinda good."

Hearing that, Bobby reared back and slammed in.  Over and over he
"volleyed".  He was fast losing his mastery over himself and his
awareness of the room narrowed down to just the hot passage his
prick was traveling.  He looked at the boy's cock, laying on his
muscled belly, it was dripping like a faucet.

"You want to shoot your stuff?"  Groaned Bobbie.  I can hardly
hold back.  Here let me shag you a bit while we cum together."

He reached out his hand and he grabbed the slippery pre cummed
penis and moved back and forth over it.  It stiffed harder and
the little slit on the head began to open and close like a mouth.
His own cock was begging to discharge.  Soon his hips lost their
power to fuck and it was like pushing through heavy snow.

He decided he couldn't stay like this, that his body was calling
for release.  He wouldn't use his will power any more.  He's let
it happen.  Then it did happen.  He grasped Dudley's prick in a
tight hold and felt it pulsing and discharging streams of farm
boy milk at the same time as his own city boy cock seemed to pull
into itself and pushed forward and coughed sperm in a steady
stream, then again and again.  He fell over the farm boy's
heaving body and lay there.

When they stopped panting, Bobby asked, "Did you think I took
advantage of you?  I had to be a little bossy.  Do you hate me?"

"No, if'n you hadn't takin' control I never would've done it.
I'm not sorry, 'specially cause I caint wait to do it to you."

"Whoa horsey.  I never been fucked and I don't think I ever
will."

"Oh yes," he took Bobby's hand and looked at his palm. "I kin
read hands and I see a fuck in yur future."

Bobby shrugged, but looked serious, and thoughtful.  "Maybe so."


End of story