Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2017 16:48:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Behr Forbear <behr4bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Rural Life - Chapter 2: Meet Bill

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My Rural Life - Chapter 2: Meet Bill

Todd told me he would need me today, so last night I hung out at his place,
partied a bit, and slept on his couch. This morning I woke to Bill standing
over me nudging me with his work boot clad foot. His big frame was blocking
the morning light through the living room window and I couldn't make out
his features. He had a beer in one hand (it's 5 o'clock somewhere) and was
telling me to get up and get dressed. He turned sideways to walk over to
the kitchen and in the silhouette I noticed he had a hard-on. It was
noticeable because it is protruding the front of his cargo shorts, but was
more noticeable for the fact that he was adjusting it with his beer can
free hand. He sat down at the table as I stood up sporting my own morning
wood which almost got clear of the piss hole in my boxers before I grabbed
it and adjusted.

"I see the rumors about you are true." Bill said, continuing to adjust his
cock through his shorts.

I grunted an acknowledgment and only then realized the shower was
running. Todd must be in there still and I had to piss like a race horse.

"Shit I have to piss." I mumbled.

"Go outside, who's gonna care or see out here." Bill grumbled. He was
right. Todd was leasing this house from a farmer's widow and there were no
neighbors for miles around. I headed to the door.

I finished my business standing on the side of the porch pissing into the
grass. I stood there a minute more to let my piss hard finish
receding. When I turned to head back into the house I glanced in the window
to see Bill standing there watching me; one hand with a beer still in it,
the other still adjusting his crotch. He took a swig of his beer, turned
and headed back to the kitchen as I came back into the house.

`What the hell was that all about?' I thought as I grabbed my clothes and
started getting dressed.

"Let's go lil' bro, the Fire Chief wants his yard done by noon. He's got
some party tonight or something so I told him we'd be done by twelve." Bill
yelled to his brother.

"Five minutes Bill." answered Todd.

***

The job was big. The Fire Chief had a few acres of land on the other side
of town. We had a lot of grass to mow, leaves to mulch and limbs to pick
up. We had picked up Roy on our way through town. He didn't talk much. His
English speaking wasn't so good, but in the limited time I had spent with
the man it was clear he understood more than he let on.

About mid-morning the Chief's wife and daughters left the house to go
shopping for the party. The Chief was out getting things arranged around
the house and had started some brisket smoking. I had finished with the
leaves and limbs, Roy and Todd were still on the mowers finishing out
farthest from the house. Bill had finished with the mowing around the house
a few minutes before me as I realized his mower wasn't on. I needed a drink
and break so I headed to the deck where the Misses had set out some water
and lemonade for us. I assumed Bill would be there too.

When I got there Bill wasn't around. I got me a drink, checked the smoker;
the briskets were beginning to smell real good, and I began to wonder where
Bill might have gotten off to. I looked over by the pond...he wasn't there,
glanced at the truck and trailer...he wasn't there. I started down the long
back porch of the house and came to the big floor to ceiling kitchen
windows. From there you could see through the house to the same kind of
windows in the living room.

The Chief appeared from the hallway so I stepped back a bit out of his
sight, I didn't want him to think I was spying. I looked around outside
again for Bill but didn't see him. I glanced inside again and there was
Bill leaning against the counter/bar and the Chief handing him a beer from
the fridge. He must have come from down the hallway as well. They were
chatting but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

The Chief proceeded around the bar towards Bill who didn't move at all. He
just took a big long gulp of his beer. The Chief was behind Bill now. Bill
put his beer down, leaned further down across the counter top, reached
under himself to his waist where he must have unbuttoned his shorts as his
cargo shorts then dropped to the floor. I couldn't believe it. His big,
hairy, white ass was exposed to the Fire Chief. It got much more
interesting...The Chief reached out and rubbed Bill's ass with both
hands. It was sweaty from the morning's work and Bill's ass hair matted at
the Chief's touch. He moved his hands up under Bill's sweaty t-shirt
kneading the younger man's back muscles. The Chief bent forward putting his
nose near the big sweat stain on the back of Bill's shirt and took in a
long, deep breath. He then dropped to his knees behind Bill putting his
face even with Bill's hairy, sweaty ass. Bill adjusted his feet further
apart and seemed to settle in expectantly.

The Chief put a hand on each of Bill's butt cheeks and spread them. He
pushed his whole face right in between and started sniffing and licking
passionately. Bill adjusted to the seemingly pleasurable assault by
thrusting his ass back into the Chief's face. The Chief was going crazy
eating Bill's asshole. He would come up for air occasionally and lick all
around the hairy ass cheeks, then dive right back in for some more. After a
long while of this the Chief stood up, frantically undoing the button and
zipper of his jeans and his belt buckle, and then pushed them down to his
knees. He had what appeared to be a good sized cock and some very large,
low hanging nuts. He stepped up to Bill and buried his cock in his ass in
one long, smooth thrust. Bill was writhing across the top of the counter in
some pain and what appeared to be more pleasure. The Chief wasted no time
though and began to fuck Bill in the ass in a fast, deliberate rhythm. With
one hand he had Bill's shirt using it like a set of reins on a horse. The
other meaty hand was gripping Bill by the back of the neck holding him
down.

After a few minutes of fucking the Chief thrust forward violently, pushed
up onto the tips of his boots and let out a loud moan that I could hear
outside. He ass cheeks shook when he would relax his ass between cum
shots. A few seconds later Bill moaned loudly and I could see ropes of cum
shooting from his crotch area and splattering the wall underneath the
bar. The Chief then rocked back onto the flat of his boots and began slow
fucking Bill as they both completed their orgasms.

The Chief pulled his red, raw, shiny, dripping, wet cock out of Bill's ass
and began wiping it all over his ass cheeks. After he was satisfied he
stepped from behind Bill so that Bill could rise up. He reached down to
pull up his jeans. Bill moved back from the counter top and reached for his
cargo shorts, I quickly moved back to the side of the house near the
smoker. I couldn't believe what I just saw but I realized I was hard as a
rock for having seen it. Who would have thought that the Fire Chief, one of
the manliest men in the whole town, was into fucking Bill...and he rimmed
his ass! And Bill, what is up with him getting fucked up the rear and
apparently loving it? Bill was no slouch in the manly department either.

I didn't have time to process it all. A minute later they both rounded the
corner. The Chief was handing Bill some cash;

"Thanks for your help today Bill. This was just what I needed." they
noticed me about that time. The Chief continued, "Umm, the yard looks
great, the old lady will be very happy." They looked a little startled but
recovered quickly.

"You done already?" Bill asked looking at me.

"Yeah, just finished up and thought I would get a drink. That brisket sure
smells great too. Hey, uh, Bill, isn't it time for lunch?" I said, trying
not to look directly at them or show how nervous I was.

"Who's the new kid on the crew here Bill?" The chief asked.

"This is a friend of Todd's. Chief this is Mark, Mark this is Chief
McIntire" Bill said by way of introductions.

I stood up as the Chief approached with his hand out. We shook hands and I
was close enough to smell ass on his breath as we exchanged pleasantries.

***

Bill smelled like sex the rest of the day but Todd and Roy either didn't
notice or chose not to acknowledge it. It kept me in a perpetual chub state
the rest of the day. That night I fucked my girl like we hadn't fucked in a
year. I decided that it wasn't so much the fact that two dudes were
fucking, that didn't turn me on, not really. No, the big turn on was the
taboo nature of it all. Logic told me that these two had obviously done
that before so my imagination was running wild picturing them in various
locations with Bill being fucked violently by the big Fire Chief.



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