Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 13:05:21 -0500
From: Joe e Almore <jebalemore@juno.com>
Subject: Flooded - Gay male; rural

This is a story about sex between two twenty-something guys.  You know
the drill: Don't read this if you aren't legally allowed to do so.  And
don't STEAL it!

FLOODED
by
Jeb Alemore


We had battled the rising waters of the Mississippi for twenty-six hours
but had somehow managed to keep them back.  I was with a group working on
the levee a few miles outside Quincy.  There was me, a couple of
near-retirement Corps of Engineers men, farmers and their families,
volunteers from higher ground, and a guy called Tony.

We were all exhausted.  All of us, that is, but Tony.  There seemed to be
no end to his energy as he hefted hay bales and sandbags onto the levee
to strengthen it.  The story was that he'd started somewhere upriver in
Iowa to help maintain the levees because his own farm was in danger.  But
when his farm flooded anyway, he decided that he couldn't do anything
about his place until the water went down, so he just worked his way down
the river - with a hay hook in his back pocket - joining sandbagging
crews wherever he felt he was needed.

"Come on, College Boy," Tony called to me, "this damn flood ain't waitin'
furr nobody!"  Tony and I had talked during one of our few breaks.  He
said that he was the fourth-generation of his family to own and run the
same 2,000 acres in Iowa.  I told him that I'd just graduated with a
degree in computer science at the University of Illinois.

"Got smarts, huh, College Boy?" he chided me, "Me...? I got land.  My ol'
man didn't borrow against it back when the banks was jus' throwin' money
at th' farmers, so we was one of only a couple of families in the county
who managed to hold on to their place."  He got a little bleary-eyed
talking about his father, who had passed away less than a year ago.  "My
ol' man sure knew about farmin'," he said.  "I once asked him why he
didn't go get him one o' them cheap loans they was givin' out 'bout ten
years ago and he said to me, 'Son, a man knows in his heart just what his
land is worth and no banker that's never harrowed a field or prayed for
rain can tell him what it's worth!'"  Tony wiped his nose, "I really miss
him."

"I'm sorry," I said, and tried to cheer him up by telling him that my
family wasn't so lucky,  "...our place was foreclosed on the year I
graduated from high school.  I probably would have kept on running it,
being the only child and all; it was my home and I wanted to keep it!
But you can't farm without a farm." I sighed.

"So you decided to get you some book learnin'?" Tony asked.

"Yeah.  My dad got a job with the government and we moved to into
Quincy."

"Serves 'em right," Tony grinned, "the guv'ment got the farmers into this
mess, they can damn sure get us out!"

As we talked, I found out that he was 26, single ("Jus' ain't found
nobody yet that could rope this maverick!"), an only child himself, and
ran his place near Burlington with the help of a couple of hired hands.
It was after I told him that I had a college degree, that he started
calling me "College Boy," only it didn't sound like a put-down when Tony
said it.  I carry my 5 feet, 11 inches and 170 pounds well... not lanky;
not overweight.  He could tell that I spent a lot of time staying in
shape:  Running, swimming, playing tennis - I wasn't just another
"Techno-Nerd.  I may not have had his bulk, but I wasn't a slouch,
either!

"Break's over!  Time t' unload!"  Another truck had arrived at the levee
with a fresh load of hay, sand and sandbags just in time for the crew was
scraping up the last of  the previous supply.  As Tony hauled himself up
from sitting on the damp ground, the flimsy tank top he was wearing
showed even more the play of muscles in his back and shoulders.  His
short-cropped dark hair suited his face well; his pouted lips and deep
nose, set off the deepest blue eyes I'd ever seen underneath blue-black
eyebrows.  It was very hard for me to concentrate on the task at hand and
I found myself watching him so much that I'd "forget" to turn around and
grab another bag from the man next to me!   The muscles in Tony's arms
flexed as he took the bag from me, the ripples of his wide torso upon
strong thighs were a real distraction.

"ATTENTION CREW!!"  The bullhorn from the Corps of Engineers man in
charge woke me up.  "The reports from Des Moines and Davenport show that
the rivers have crested and there's no more rain predicted for at least
two days.  That means," he paused, "as soon as we shore up this section,
we can knock off until further notice!"

The crew cheered half-heartedly, it would have been a lot more
enthusiastic if we hadn't been so tired.  I was eager to get back home
and get some sleep.
As the last sandbag came down the line and I handed it to Tony, I
collapsed; my legs just folded up under me.  "Jamie!"  Tony said my name
- shouted it, no less - for the fist time as he dropped the sandbag I'd
just handed him and grabbed for me, but not before I'd slumped into the
mud.

"Looks like the 'College Boy' couldn't take it!" one of the fat old farts
in a Funk's G cap kidded.

"Shut UP!" Tony lashed at him, "He ain't used to it!  Here, help me git
'im in my truck!"

"I'm all right," I muttered.  I was just grateful that I didn't
completely pass out in front of Tony.

"You sure, Jamie?" the concern in his voice wasn't lost on me.  "You
don't look so good."

"Yeah.  I'm okay."  I started to get up.... but my legs wouldn't work and
I flopped back down on my ass!

"I gotcha, Buddy." Tony's massive arm was under my shoulders, "Take it
easy, Jamie.  I'll getcha home."

I half-walked and Tony half-carried me back to his pickup, piled me into
the passenger seat and then went around the truck and got behind the
wheel.  "Think you can stay awake long enough to show me where you live?"

"Yeah.  Just keep talking to me."

That's just what he did; he told me all about himself.  I was having a
hard time trying to decide if he was just rambling on so I wouldn't fall
asleep... or if he was, in a way, trying to "sell" himself to me.  The
miles of flooded farmland rolled by, although it was difficult to
recognize landmarks since most of them were under the rolling waters of
the swollen Mississippi, we reached the entrance to the subdivision where
I lived.

"Turn here," I said.  I tried to point to the road, but my hand just
flopped into my lap.  "Fourth house... left." I muttered, nearly
unconscious, "Folks gone.  Dad on a trip with his job.  Mom at her
sister's.  Not home for couple days.  Back door's unlocked."  I was so
tired, complete sentences were out of the question.

The next conscious moment I had was waking up in my bed, wearing only a
pair of briefs, feeling the cool sheets against my skin and the smell of
bacon in the morning air.  I looked at the clock: Eight A.M.  "Fourteen
hours!" I thought, "Two more hours and they would have called it a coma!"

I got out of bed and padded across the hall to the bathroom to pee.  I
went back into my bedroom to pull on a pair of jeans but before I could
open the dresser drawer, Tony appeared in the doorway with a tray loaded
with food.  "What th'...?" I muttered when he appeared in the doorway.

"Back in bed, College Boy!" he ordered.  "Here, I brought you a workin'
man's breakfast!"

He set the tray on the dresser by the door and pointed to my double bed.
The look on his face told me that it was futile to argue with him.  I got
back under the covers as Tony came over and sat down on the edge of the
bed; he was freshly showered and was wearing a clean white underwear
shirt and a pair of those floppy khaki pants of my dad's - which looked
good on Tony.  "I hope your dad don't mind," he said, "but I'd been in
those clothes for about four days and had to get out of 'em."  He smiled,
his deep-set eyes dancing, "Besides... your clothes wouldn't fit."

"No," I agreed, "You're just a bit bigger than me.  I'm sure glad you
made yourself at home.  I wasn't in any shape to be much of a host."

Tony reached out and felt my forehead and face with one hand; his husky
fingers traced through my shoulder-length dark brown hair while his other
hand rested just below my navel.  The look on his face was serious.  "How
do you feel?" he asked.

"Fine." I said, "Ready to go back to the levee."  I thought: I'd feel a
lot better if you'd move your left hand down about two inches!

"You're crazy!  You almost killed yourself out there, Jamie!" he said my
name again.  "Besides," he continued, "the radio said the river's crested
as far down as Hannibal.  The levees are holdin'; they're not callin' for
anymore volunteers.  The Corps is takin' care of it."  He gently massaged
my stomach while he spoke, I placed my hand on top of his.

"And you're taking care of me, huh?"

"Uh-huh." he rasped and swallowed.  His eyes burned directly into mine as
if he were looking at me for the first time.  He leaned forward a little
and whispered, "That is, if you want me to."

I sat up and placed my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him to me.
Our first kiss was wet, sloppy, urgent.  We broke apart.  "Only if I can
take care of you, too," I said.

He kissed me again as he stretched his massive body next to mine on the
double bed, his hands fondling my smooth chest, my back and neck; his
tongue forcing its way into my throat like it was on a mission to find my
tonsils.  I snaked my hands under his shirt and caressed the mass of
muscles on his chest that I'd been looking at for what seemed like a
lifetime, thinking that I'd never get the chance to actually touch it.
He ground his crotch against mine and I felt the steel erection of his
cock through the flimsy fabric of the khaki pants.  His mouth left mine
and traveled to my ear and neck, nipping and sucking its way down to my
pointed left nipple, only to clamp down hard with his teeth and tongue, I
groaned.

He turned his roving mouth to my other nipple, making it equally hard and
at attention.  My cock, straining beneath my white Jockey briefs, began
leaking nectar and caused a wet spot on the front of my briefs.  His
mouth, never ceasing its lick-and-nibble trek down my chest, paused at my
navel and sent a shiver all through my body.  I grabbed his arms and
pulled him toward me for another kiss, our bodies writhing on the bed,
legs tangled, crotches crushing against each other.  I lifted the shirt
over his head; he fumbled to take off his pants and yanked off my
underwear.

Seeing each other naked for the first time caused us both to gasp in
surprise.  Me, for the sheer beauty of seeing all of his farmwork-honed
body for the first time: His massive chest and thighs, legs, and hips;
his full, melon-round ass looked good enough to eat.  His hefty
eight-inch uncut cock stood erect and proud from his crotch.

"Gosh, Jamie!" Tony gasped as I dropped my briefs on the floor.  "I ain't
seen no dick like that on somebody your size before - or anybody of any
size for that matter!"  I could feel my face redden from his compliment.
"What you might lack in size," he said, grinning, "you sure do make up
for in....  SIZE!"  He grabbed the base of my rock-hard, ten-inch cock
and waved it from side to side.  "I could swing on this all day long!"

"Swing away, Farm Boy!" I kidded him.  We both broke into grins almost as
wide as the flooded Mississippi as he positioned himself for a 69 in
front of my drooling cock and lapped at the helmet with his tongue.
Never one to pass up a swing on a cock myself - especially an uncut one -
I took the pleasure of tonguing and feeding his magnificent poker down my
throat.  Our moans of pleasure filled the room as the bed rocked and
groaned from the motion of our sex.  I concentrated on his rod, weaseling
my tongue underneath the foreskin and tickling the sensitive glans.  I
bent forward further and guided his meat past my teeth and into the warm,
flexing recesses of my throat.  Just as my nose buried itself in between
his heavy, egg-sized balls, I gave a good swallow with the head of his
cock against my gullet.  Tony moaned and rolled off my cock; his pleasure
was too intense for him to keep working on me.  "Oh, Jamie!" he panted,
tangling his fingers in my hair, "Nobody's been able to swallow my dick
like that!  Oh, YESSSSS!!!"  His moans urged me on, giving me the
motivation to give him the best blow job I'd ever given - or that he'd
ever received.  My throat fit like a glove around his cock; the head
nestled itself at exactly the right place in my throat - any deeper or
shallower and I would've choked; I could even feel the foreskin
withdrawing and recovering with every stroke of my mouth on his raging
meat.  Tony rocked his hips forward slightly to meet my thrusts, his hard
rod expanding more and more in the soft wetness of my sucking mouth.
Just when I didn't think his cock could get no harder, it stiffened
steel-hard at the beginning throbs of his orgasm.

"Ooohhhhhhh, yeeesssssss!  Closer, Baby... Closer....."  Tony's moans
became more urgent.  "Come ONNNNN!"  My head bobbed like a piece of
driftwood on the swollen river, once, twice, three times more, Tony's
dick stiffened and scraped the back of my throat, then flung it's first
volleys of sweet cream down into my guts.

"AH-ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tony wheezed as the first of a dozen spurts of hot
jism landed on my tongue - I'd pulled back just in time from my deep
throat so I could taste it.  His breathing came in deep gasps as he
descended from the heights of his orgasm.  I made sure I slurped down
every drop of his sweet cream before his softening dick slipped from my
mouth.  Tony turned around on the bed to face me and brought his hot lips
to mine.  His tongue foraged through my mouth for any remnants of his
semen.

"Your turn, College Boy," he said as he grabbed me in a bear hug and
rolled onto his back - with me on top of him.  Holding my hips between
his massive thighs, he guided my pelvis toward his.  We kissed again, his
legs wrapped around my waist as his ass crack cradled my mushrooming
hard-on.  I reached for the K-Y and a condom in my night stand drawer --
grateful that I finally had a "case" for my "just in case" supply.
Before I could go any further, Tony took them from me and rolled the
condom down my dick and coated the rubber heavily with the clear goo.  He
then squeezed a healthy glob of lubricant onto three of his fingers and
forced it into and around his waiting anus.  "I'm ready, Jamie," he
paused.  "I don't know how ready... but I'm ready.  It's been awhile;
just take it easy."

"Don't worry, Farm Boy," I smiled at him, "I've got just what you need."
As he pulled his knees against his chest, I aimed my hard cock toward his
eager tunnel, meeting resistance almost immediately and causing my dick
to stiffen even more.  Tony caught his breath, his eyes squinted.
Suddenly, as if he'd willed it to happen, his almost hairless pucker
opened and the thick head of my raging cock slipped into his warm love
canal.

"Phewwww!  That's the hard part," his breath came in quick gasps.
"Now..." he nearly shouted,  "give me the HARD part!"

"I've got about nine more inches of 'hard part' for you, Farm Boy!"
Beads of sweat had broken out on our foreheads, shoulders, arms and
chests.  Tony's breathing now came in huge, deep gasps as I eased deeper
and deeper into his eager hole.  He clawed my back and tugged at my hair,
pulling my face to his lips for another hot, passionate kiss.  My hair
fell forward and covered our faces.  Gently, ever so gently, I pressed my
cock further into his bowels.  Just as my crotch hairs met his asscheeks,
he uttered a guttural "ARRGH" and locked his ankles together behind me,
drawing my ass even tighter against him; my cock at the very bottom of
his guts, He threw his head back and moaned, "OOOHHHHH!  Jamie," he
moaned "nobody's ever been that deep before!"

"You okay, Farm Boy?"

"Ohhhh, yeah...  Give it to me, Stud.  Show me what you got!"

I didn't have to be asked twice!!  But I honestly don't know who was
showing whom!  I slowly withdrew my cock from Tony's hungry ass and, just
before the head popped out, shoved in again.  It was like the muscles
inside his body drew my hot cock back in!  Tony writhed against the bed,
lifting up his butt to meet my every downstroke as my hands roved over
his well-formed and hairless dinner plate-sized pecs, his stiff nipples
pointing skyward; the girth of his chest and shoulders practically filled
my double bed.  I lost almost all sense of reality other than the
feelings coming from my cock as I shoved it into his muscular ass.  The
more I pounded into him, the more he pleaded with me:

"Gimme it, College Boy!" he shouted.

"I'll... tell... you... Farm... Boy," I panted between lunges, "this
college boy is... smart... enough... to fuck.... your... hot... ass!!"

"Do it... Jamie!! Aw, Baby.... do it!!"

I plowed his hole for all I was worth!  Tony's cock was erect again, the
head peeking out from its sheath and I took the opportunity to jack him
off, my hand rhythm beating double-time against every stroke my pole made
into his ass.  His shoulders buried into the mattress as he levered
himself toward my hard dick, greeting my every stroke with one of his
own.  I suddenly stopped masturbating him and grasped his elbows, leaning
backwards on the bed and pulling Tony into a sitting position in one
motion.

"Now, Farm Boy," I looked up and gave him a playful grin.  "You want some
ten-inch dick... You're gonna have to work for it!"

"AWWWW!"  Tony had an exasperated - but amused - look on his face.  What
he didn't know was that, lying on my back, it took longer for me to
orgasm... and I didn't want this to end yet!  But my dick was too hard
and Tony's ass too hot for this to continue much longer.  He slowly began
to ride my rail up and down, angling his ass to the left and right, as I
continued to jack his cock.  It was my turn to meet his strokes as he
rode me.  It felt like his chute was lined with thousands of
velvet-tipped needles, each one urging me
closer and closer to orgasm.  His dick began to stiffen in my hand; so
hard and so long his foreskin hardly covered the head.  We both began to
holler.

"OHHHHHH! JAMIE!  FUCK MEEEE!!"

"RIDE THAT DICK, FARM BOY!!"

He impaled himself again and again on my hot cock, the muscles in his
legs flexing and working to keep from crushing me underneath his massive
body as his ass swallowed my rod.  My hand became a blur jacking
violently on his dick; his ass slurped and gulped my dick again...
again... AGAIN!!!!

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"  We both blurted as my rock hard prong stiffened, jolted
and filled the latex surrounding it with my hot cream.  The pressure was
too much for Tony as his cock belched its load over my fingers, the
contractions of his tight chute clamped down on my spurting dick,
heightening my orgasm so much that I thought my whole body was going to
explode!

He collapsed on top of me, his body blanketed mine while we caught our
breath.  I brought my hand to my mouth and licked Tony's cream from my
fingers and offered them to him.  We licked the salty-sweet jism from
between my fingers and melted into a kiss so hot that it could've dried
up the floodwaters raging just a few miles away.  We lay still, just
holding each other and breathing deeply until my flaccid prick slipped
from his satisfied asshole.  We got up and showered together and I
experienced the feeling of Tony's hot rod in my own ass.
After we had finished our shower, we went back into my room.  I noticed
the breakfast tray still perched on the dresser.

"Aw!" I groaned sarcastically, "My breakfast got cold!"

"I'm surprised," Tony grinned at me, "as hot as it was in here!"

"S'all right.  I'm not hungry - for bacon and eggs anyway!"

We embraced and kissed tenderly.  Tony had a kind serious, kind of
far-away look on his face.  "Jamie?  I want to ask you something."

"Sure!"  We sat down on the bed.

"You ever though about goin' back into farmin'?  In Iowa maybe?  I got
2,000 acres that's a-might big for one man t' handle... and I'll split it
with ya fifty-fifty."  He continued to make his case:  "I ain't got no
computer or any fancy equipment or nuthin' like that...  But I got enough
work for you to put some bulk on that little body of yours."  He took a
deep breath, like he was preparing himself for me to say "no."

"I already have a computer," I smiled at him, "But the only thing that I
want to split 'fifty-fifty' is your ass in our bed!"

Now, nine years later, I use the computer to help me with the books.  Two
thousands acres is a lot to keep up with!  We haven't been flooded out
lately... but we certainly keep a flood cumming in our bedroom!

-30-


Thanks for reading!  Comments, suggestions and criticism welcome at:
JebAlemore@juno.com