Date: Sun, 03 Jul 2011 00:00:54 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Down on the Farm?

		  HOW CAN YOU KEEP THEM DOWN ON THE FARM?
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I was just getting done washing the supper dishes when Pa came up
behind me. "You feeling better now, Son?" he asked me with some concern. He
hadn't been at supper, which had worried me, I was waiting for the other
shoe to drop, as it were. Well...Thud! Here it was.
     "Yeah, Pa." I said, looking down at the dirty water. "I'm feeling
better."
     "Good." he said. "I been doing an awful lot of thinking."
     "Me, too." I said and took a deep breath. "I reckon the best thing I
can do is pack up and get out of here."
     "You know I can't spare you." Pa said. "I need you here on the farm. I
can't make it all by myself."
     "I know, Pa." I said, helplessly. "But I can't....I mean, what I done
today, it was the first time I ever done such a thing, but I mean, I can't
do that again, I just can't, I....."
     "It's okay, Son, I been thinking about that, myself."
     "So I reckon I got to clear out of here, Pa, I'm sorry, really, but I
can't stay here."
     "Sure you can, Son. Come with me."
     I followed my Pa out the door and to the pickup.
     I should explain about what I'd done that day, just so you'll
understand that conversation. You see, I'd been out in the barn and our
dog, Tay, was in there, sleeping the hot afternoon away on some hay
there. He was sprawled out on his back and I guess he was having some dream
about a hot bitch dog or something, because his dick had stuck out, all red
and hard and slime-coated. I looked at that dick and fell to wondering what
it felt like, was it anything like a man's cock, was it warm and...well,
when Pa walked in on me about two or three minutes later, there wasn't any
wondering to be done about what I was doing, the only question was what he
asked me which was, "Why you doing that for?"
     And I kind of spilled my guts in about three sentences, the way you do
when you're a young gay barely-man-high lad stuck on a farm in the middle
of nowhere and wanting to have sex with other men, not with women, and you
barely saw anyone, male or female, much less someone you want to have sex
with, and me, I wouldn't know how to have sex with a man even if I found
one to have it with! Like I said, that took me about three sentences spewed
out at high volume and with all the angry intensity you have at that age. I
know I cowed Pa, and he backed out of there, and I looked over at Tay, who
hadn't even woken up while I'd been...doing what I did with him, and I felt
downright sick at my stomach for doing it. Like I'd told Pa, best if I was
to get out and find a city and some men that wanted what I wanted. I knew
Pa would likely lose the farm if I was to leave, but what choice did I
have, playing with our dog? The fact I could do that, even once, showed how
desperate I was getting...or how sick in the head!
     But Pa drove me down the road and I found us pulling in at the Barker
farm. Ron Barker had been all alone on the farm since his wife Carrie had
left him and taken his sons Rick and Tony with her. A big, brawny man, he
could keep his farm going even living all alone. But I was wondering why we
were here! I mean, Ron had had a wife and two kids until about three months
ago, and was still married to Carrie, as far as I knew. I guessed he was
going to give me a pep talk and maybe even shove religious tracts at me
about how wrong it was to be gay, I didn't know.
     If it was religion, I was going to move even earlier than before. I'd
planned to stick around for the harvest but better to leave before they
brought out the exorcist and the electrodes!
     Ron answered the door and I tried not to stare at him too hard. God,
what a man! Hairy as hell, but that hair was sculpted around a body that
was....God! I had a boner in my pants just from seeing it! I wanted to push
my face into that chest fur and start nibbling away at the taut flesh
underneath, from the twin plush-pillow-like breasts to the thick row of
hair that wove down between the paired muscles of the ribs, stomach and
abdomen to a thickening that had to be the top of his pubic hair! He lifted
a hand up to rest on the doorjamb, and that made his arm muscles glow in
arcs of bicep, triceps, forearm....
     "Come on in, Clyde, Eric." he said to Pa, and then me. "You know why
you're here, Eric?"
     "Not really." I said. "Pa just said for me to come with him, and here
we are."
     Ron led us inside to his living room. It was a little messy but not
too much so. Ron was taking care of the place, and one guy who's outside a
lot can't mess things up too much, anyhow. "Clyde tells me you got some
problems."
     I blushed. "Yeah, kind of."
     "Problems you need some help with." Ron laid out on the couch, while
Pa took the chair. That left what was left of the couch for me, not quite
the width of the cushion on the final third. Ron's lower leg and booted
foot was on part of it, but I sat down and pretended I didn't feel the leg
against my thigh like a branding iron searing my flesh.
     "I reckon I should just get out of here." I said. "Better than what I
found myself doing earlier today."
     "Yeah, your Pa told me." Ron admitted.
     I put my face down into my hands and just moaned. "I got to get out of
here!" I said when I finished that long moan.
     "No, you don't." Ron said. "You just need a man." And then I heard it,
the unmistakable sound of the zipper sliding down on a pair of jeans. "I'm
a man."
     I dared to open my eyes and turn my head to look. Ron's pants were
open and sticking up out of the fly was one of the biggest cocks you'd ever
think of seeing, ever! I mean, not that I'd seen a hard cock on a guy
before, other than my own. Well, it was a lot bigger than that! Like twice
as big around and four inches longer than my own six-inch pud!
     "Ron's agreed to help you with your urgings, son." Pa said. "We
figure, you get all this out of your system and you can stay on the farm
without resorting to playing with the livestock."
     "So there it is, go ahead." Ron said, pointing at his cock. "All
yours, go ahead. It ain't had any milking cept my own for near on six
months as it is."
     "But...." But Carrie had only been gone for three months, I was about
to say, and realized how stupid that was. Of course she'd cut him off
before leaving him. So I went on with another "But" close by the first
one. "But I don't know what to do, even!"
     "Not at all!"
     "Hey, it ain't like I could watch the animals and figure out anything
I could do." I said defensively. "And what I could figure out, I couldn't
figure out how to do it!"
     "My boy needs teaching, Ron." Pa affirmed.
     "I need a lot of teaching." I clarified. "Like, everything about it."
     "We can do that."
     "Yeah?" I said. I looked at Pa. "Really, Pa? I mean, you're okay with
this?"
     Pa just smiled. "What kind of Dad would I be if I didn't know my own
son, eh?" He said. "I figured, you'd find your own way. And this keeps you
here on the farm."
     I looked at Pa, then back at Ron and his cock standing up tall, firm,
hard...delicious-looking! And I shifted up and leaned over and took that
prong in my hand. Felt it, really felt it, God, it was like holding my own
only better, so much better!
     "Mmmm!" Ron moaned.
     I milked it up and down like I did my own, this bigger cock was a
handful and a half, and the pre-come oozed out and down onto the top of my
hand, steaming hot and sticky.
     "Yeahhhhh!" Ron groaned. "Now, lean over and get a lip-lock on it for
me, Eric. Suck it for me, suck it!"
     I looked up at Ron, wide-eyed. "I don't know how." I said. "I'll mess
it up."
     "You got to get your mouth full of spit and you got to keep your teeth
out of the way as you do it. Lock your lips on it and hold them tight and
bob your head up and down. That's all there is to it."
     "I'll try." I said and I watered up my mouth and bent over and touched
my lips to it. My saliva and the slime of his pre-come mixed, flavored it,
raunchy male musk taste on my tongue as I pushed down over the glans. The
head itself nearly filled my mouth full, and Ron's hand went over and
pushed on my head and I knew I had to go for more. I got about two inches
of his shaft into my mouth and hit the wall. His glans was shoved at the
back of my mouth, brushing my tonsils even, and that was as far as it would
go. I moved up and down once or twice, gagged, choked, coughed.
     "You got to learn to take it on down." Ron chided me as I came off him
for air and to recover. "It takes some serious milking to please a man, you
can't stop after two or three strokes like that. You have to relax your
throat muscles and "
     "I can't do it, I can't!" I got out, and coughed some more. "How can I
relax and move up and down at the same time? I can't do it!"
     "We're here to help you, Son." Pa said. "Get back down on it, and
we'll help you."
     I went back down and then realized. We?
     Pa's hands caught hold of my head and as I kept my own muscles slack
except for my lips, Pa pushed my head down on Ron's massive prong. The
thick head hit the back of my mouth again, and this time, with my throat
not resisting, the head bent over and went deeper. I got down about
halfway, and Pa pulled me back up again, me gripping the skin and feeling
it wrinkle over the flare of the glans as it slipped over my lips. And Pa's
hand were sure and smooth in operation as he forced me to suck Ron's cock
the right way. After a while, my muscled figured out how they did it, and
began to suck Ron without Pa's help, and he turned loose.
     Ron was making happy grunting sounds like a pig at the slop trough.
     "He's got it now." Pa said approvingly as I worked Ron's thick
dong. Ron's hands were gripping the couch, pushing back against it as if he
were trying to get away from me. Liquid passion sounds matched every stroke
of my lips over his pud.
     "Ah, gah, ah, guh, uh!" Ron moaned and his heavy hams of hands landed
on me and forcibly removed me from his cock. "I think you got this part
figured out." he panted. "Time for me to give your boy a taste of the main
action!"
     "Main action?"
     "Time to get butt-ramming." Ron clarified.
     "But...but how?" I said, this time not ignorant of anything except how
that monstrous dick would possibly fit into my tiny asshole! "It can't be
done! Can it?"
     "Sure, you just have to relax and get it lubed up well." Ron said. "I
had to keep some lube around for Carrie, don't worry about it none." He
pulled the bottle off the table next to the couch and said, "Now get to
lubing me up."
     I was glad to be the one in charge here, I got a huge glob of that
clear goo in my palm and began to slather the monstrous prick liberally.
     "You'll need some in your ass, too, Son." Pa judged. He took the
bottle in his hand and I got my pants down while he was squirting it into
his palm. I was bare to the waist and got onto my knees, leaning over Ron's
legs while Pa's fingers, laden with the lube, began to worm at my
butthole. "Just relax and let them slide into you, Son." he told me. "I
done something a lot like this when I'd have a cow with a calf turned wrong
inside her, it's just a matter of taking it easy and pushing in
gentle. You'll be able to handle it, you'll see."
     Ron pulled me up to where I was face-to-face, and he said, "If I'm
going to fuck you, I ought to kiss you." he said. "Make you relax more,
too."
     "Okay." I smiled and then grunted as one of Pa's fingers managed to
worm its way into me. Inside, the finger wriggled about and coated my
innards on all sides. "Uh, uh!" I grunted. "Feels kind of good."
     Ron's lips met mine and I held onto him like that while Pa's fingers
worried more lube into my butt. He got two and then three fingers into me,
and my ass was feeling all wobbly and stretched when he finally pulled his
fingers out of me, then it felt empty and barren.
     I got to my feet and undid my shoes and then my shirt, because Ron was
peeling off his shoes and pants. We ended up both stark naked, my Pa a
fully dressed assistant to this love-making of ours, and I stepped up onto
the couch on my knees, straddling Ron's stomach, and my butt felt Ron's
prong slap at it.
     Then Pa was back on the job and he grabbed Ron's pud and guided it up
to my ass and helped it contact the tucker of my butt. With Pa's
stretching, the glans caught in there snuggly and I felt the flare of it
just outside my sphincter. But it wouldn't go in any deeper. I tried to
move up and down and push against it, but his cock seemed to bend away on
me.
     "Help me lift him up." Pa said to Ron. "We're going to have to let
gravity get this into him."
     "Sure." Ron's broad hands caught my thighs as Pa's arms went around my
chest and they both heaved upwards at once, and suddenly I was held in
mid-air by these four hands. Then I was being lowered down and then time
the cock wasn't being pushed aside by my buttocks for I was spread wide as
could be.
     It still hurt, despite Pa's lubrication. I was groaning as it slid
deeper into me, and I was about to beg for mercy when I looked at Ron's
face.
     The raw, unadorned pleasure on this big man's face. He was loving the
feel of my ass, the tight ring of my butt clenching as it worked down his
shaft. His body was sweaty and glittering in the light. All male, all ready
and all hard, that was Ron. And it was up to me to satisfy this big beast
of a man, take him all the way down. So I gritted my teeth and let my Pa
lower me onto this studly neighbor's prod. They were doing it to help me
out, after all.
     Finally, sobbing and spent from my effort, I was resting on Ron's lap
and the huge pud was a pillar of steel manhood driven all the way into
me. Pa was panting from the effort of lifting me up and holding me up for
that long, but he didn't complain, he just said, as best he could, "You got
him...now, Son...the whole thing!" He breathed heavy for a time and then
said, "Get to bouncing up and down on him."
     I moved and it hurt and I grimaced, stopped.
     And Ron flexed that massive body of his and I found myself being
lifted up, held in place by his huge hands and he was standing, me wrapped
around him like the stripes on a barber pole, groaning as the thick tool
pulsed inside me.
     "Going to take this hot little butt into the bedroom where I can fuck
him easier." Ron said to my Pa. "We got things licked here, now, I think. I
wasn't sure about it before, but this butt is better'n my wife's cunt ever
was. Think I'm going to fuck him long and hard. You go on home, now and
I'll bring him by first thing in the morning for you."
     I was ferried toward the bedroom by Ron's legs carrying us both and I
looked over Ron's shoulder at my Pa, smiling beneficently as he watched me
carried away. "Thanks, Pa!" I said as we went through the door. "Thanks a
lot!"
     "You be good, Son!" Pa said and then we were at Ron's bed and he bent
over and laid me down on it and began to fuck my ass just like that, him
still on the floor and his legs squatting to keep him firmly imbedded in
me.
     A few strokes of that huge pud and me feasting my eyes on his
gorgeously hairy body and my butt forgot all about its complaints. Now his
rod was a hot pole of pleasure driving in and out of my ass, I held onto
him and loved it, all of it. The bed shook with the power of his thrusts,
the springs squeaked as Ron and I rode them with our joy. My prong was
throbbing and I grabbed it and began to pump it, only to have Ron take it
away from me and he was jerking me while he rammed me harder, harder, oh,
God, harder!
     My ecstasy rose up like a cobra from the fakir's basket and it danced
and hissed and then it struck and I was clawing Ron's back as I climaxed,
squirting my jizz all over both of us.
     "Oh, God, ah, ah, ahh!" I guttered as my hot seed christened both of
us.
     "Damn, boy, you came with my cock in your ass!" Ron marveled. "Shit,
my wife faked the last two years of our marriage and thought I didn't know,
but you love my cock in your ass, don't you, boy?"
     "Yeah, Ron, yeah, oh, God!" I panted as my ejaculation-gutted strength
turned my voice into a near mumble.
     "Ah, shit, yeah, feels good to have it wanted, feels good, shit, ah,
ah, GAH-AH-AH-AGH!"
     "Come on, Ron, shoot it, shoot it in me, harder, harder!" I urged him
as his hot squibs blazed into my bowels.
     "AH-AH! AH-GAH! AH-GAH-AH-AH-AH, AHH-AHHHHHH!" And Ron was done and
his broad chest heaved as he gasped for breath again and then he sunk onto
me and I felt that hot, heavy, sweaty, hairy weight press me into the bed
and my jizz, now only slightly warm still, pressed its gooey self onto my
chest and into his hairy belly. God, we were a mess, both of us, and it
felt great, just great! I'd wanted to know what it was like and now I knew!
I KNEW!
     "Oh, man, that was terrific!" I groaned as Ron rolled off me, his
now-slack cock slipping easily from the sloppy messy hole that was my
ass. "That was so fucking terrific!"
     "It sure was." Ron said to me, tiredly grinning and then he wiped his
sweaty face with one sweaty hand.
     "I didn't want it to ever stop." I said. "Too bad it's over."
     "Yeah." Ron agreed. "Hottest fuck I've had for longer than I care to
remember."
     I paused and then said, "It doesn't have to be over. Does it?"
     He grinned again. "Give me a minute and I'll be ready to go again."
     "Me, too!" I agreed.
     I fetched a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned off his schlong and
it was stiffening up by the time I got it clean. I dried it and held on
until Ron gave me the go-ahead and then I was sucking on him again. This
time, I didn't need Pa to push me down onto it. My body had decided to
cooperate with this. I wasn't fighting it any more.
     When Ron was warmed up enough with my mouth action on his prod, he
mounted me again and I felt his spunk squelching around as he fucked me
again. This second time was less urgent than the first, more loving and
gentle, more lingering all the way up to a second shuddering orgasm for
both of us. A third time just before dawn and then it was sleep again until
it was time for me to get up and return to my father's house again.
     Ron walked me to our front door and then he grabbed me and held me
tightly. "Damn, I don't want to let go of you." he murmured in my ear. "You
get done here tonight, you come by again, okay?"
     "Sure." I agreed. And watched and waved as he drove off. His farm was
only a mile from ours, not too far away. Maybe I could split my time
between the two, be both the farmhand Pa needed and Ron's lover, which I
needed.
     While I fixed breakfast for Pa (I could hear the water running in the
shower, he'd be down in a few minutes), I had a sudden thought, and
chuckled.
     "How you going to keep them down on the farm," the old song belted
out, extolling the virtues of the wild city life over the rural simplicity.
     I could tell them how you keep them on the farm! In my case, at
least. Just make sure they get what they need on the farm, and they'll
never stray again!

				  THE END
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