rural life - m2m fiction
Rural life-
Part of rural life is helping neighbors in need. You and
your wife are getting up in years so i make a point of swinging
by your place every Friday on my way home from work to tend
your yard and whatever side jobs needing attention. You
are the epitome rugged guy with distinct, hardened features,
graying dirty blonde hair including a copper/gray moustache,
never a truly clean shave and wild tufts of body hair that
press at the collar of your shirt and cloak your arms as if
a gossamer pair of ladies ball gloves. Ever since retiring,
each year youve maintained your appearance less and less
and have since turned your stunningly sharp attention
to detail to following me around your property critiquing
me as I work up a sweat. Your trademark retiree uniform of
a button up short sleeve shirt and overalls has afforded
you some extra padding but retirement, as a style looks
good on you. Youre always good for a laugh and a helping
hand when the little ladys not paying attention. Weve
grown close; lately spending the twilight and early night
hours drinking and joking around, enjoying each others
company once the work got done. Last Friday was a little
different though and Ive decided to write you this letter
with my account of the events so we could get square on this
and put it behind us if need be.
Friday, 10/29/2004:
After getting my assignment from the Mrs., to clear the
rain gutters and edge the walkway to the mailbox, she asked
that I see if there was anything I could do to get you to toss
out your old junk in the garage. Youve collected those
magazines, newspapers and nostalgic memorabilia since
I can remember, and I knew you were going to put up a fight
before letting go of any of it. To my surprise, the bulk of
the days work went quickly and I was standing at the entrance
to garage just wondering where to start and if I should even
involve you. You turned the corner from the back porch and
stepped up next to me and said, she doesnt have any idea
what to do with me does she?
Nope, and neither do I honestly, whats it going to be?
I replied.
We shrugged and talked, planned and plotted but eventually
you took control deciding youd sort through the mess ahead
of me. I would serve to move the sorted junk to the trash and
youd organize the remaining treasures to fit somewhere.
I laughed and agreed.
An hour into the task, nothing was turning up trash and
you were getting winded trying to prove it. It was a warm
day but in the garage it was hot with radiant, stale air and
just between the guys, we stripped off our shirts, well,
you in those baggy overalls. I know thats not uncommon
for us, (I always thought that was your way of stealing back
a little youth since I could tell you were uncomfortable
with the belly youd managed to amass) since there were
never any visitors out your way and I hate to dirty a work
shirt and go with one most workdays. Anyway, I pushed for
progress and you pushed right back for patience and another
hour rolled by. Finally, when I decided to help sort, you
pulled out that flask of whiskey declaring I had a lot to
learn about value and you set out to teach me.
Back and forth we exchanged swigs while you explained the
precise nature of sentiment and appreciation. Clearly
drunk, the empty bottle slipped from my hand and smashed
on the ground. Thats when I realized you were wasted. You
leaned in on me and with the breath of a distillery, wrapped
one thick paw around my neck, pulling me in and the other
bee-lined to my nipple for a rousing tit-twister. I yelped
and attempted to lurch back and it became expressly clear
how strong you still were when I almost gave myself whiplash
against your arm behind my neck. You slurred something
that seemed very important to you and slightly disciplinary
and swooped your arm further over my shoulder until I was
in a headlock. Rather surprised, I laughed and tugged at
your arm but you showed no mercy and I realized, I didnt
think you were kidding. Talk of bad manners and teaching
me lessons turned from razzing, to grunts and you tightened
your grip on my wrist and around my neck. With my face now
tucked under your sweaty, hairy arm and against your hairy,
sweaty belly I was turned sideways. Aimed directly at your
crotch and could now see the bulge in the sweat darkened
creases of those overalls. You started to egg me on to wrestle
with you, or some such nonsense and it dawned on me that I
might actually have to fight a bit with you.
Suddenly, slam, that was when you just dropped me to
the floor, the impact took the wind out of me and sent a sharp
pain through my back, stunning me thoroughly. My body went
limp as you rolled on top of me, smearing your musky pit over
my face. The dense, damp carpet of hair in my gasping mouth,
tasted of your scent. I felt your weight pinning me down
and became aware your cock was hard as a rock and sticking
in my side. I gave a disgruntled groan and attempt to tell
you to get off me but it only let more of your sweaty fur in
my mouth. The salty taste and scent of perspiration made
me think you may have had a heart attack or something. I started
thinking it was an emergency until I distinctly heard you
tell me to go on and suck the sweat from your pit son.
I waited while you paraded around here with next to nothing
on, week after week, knowing full well that you wanted an
education. Well, lets start with you doing as your told,
I thought I heard you say.
I was startled but more scared of the difference in your
demeanor so I sucked. I sucked and licked at your salty,
musty pit until I could feel under arm flesh with the tip
of my tongue. As soon as I let out my first little whimper
you got into it and started pumping your cock into my side.
The surreal turn of events shocked my mind but flooded my
cock with blood and urges Id never thought possible. Suddenly
your brawny arms, hairy, sweaty body wrapped all around
me became so erotic. I must have been showing my change of
heart at that point because you loosened your hold on me,
sliding down to my side and I traced a saliva trail from your
pit, over your wooly chest and pert nipple to your soft,
full lips where we exchanged breath. Our cocks collided
and I thought I might cum simply out of guilt or shame or anticipation,
I dont know. You were electrifying.
All in an instant I had a million thoughts going through
my head and your hands were undressing my dazed body. I heard
you tell me you knew what to do and to trust you. I remember
you lifting my waist up and pulling me out of my jeans and
underwear. I think I said ok when you asked me to stay the
night but for the life of me, other than being awe struck
by the size of your penis and a few sordid images, smells
and tastes of various parts of us in various positions,
I cant recall much. I know we exchanged love so Im not accusing
anyone of anything, just curious. What happened?
In reply to your letter son,
First let me say that I love you, always have and will. That
said, I hope youll understand that I felt it was time you
let yourself experience the growth you clearly sought
in coming over here all these many weekends. I put spiked
the whiskey and we, the Mrs. and I, put a plan together. Now,
I will go into detail so you know, but I want it said that youre
going to be expected to still come around and we hope youll
embrace your new identity in our family just he same after
reading this.
Ok, when we hit the floor, I got a little worried because
you went so limp. You started moaning about your back so
I picked you up and moved you into the bedroom. I undressed
you just to make sure you didnt break any bones or nothing
and you had one raging hard on. That was enough to tell me
Id our timing with this intervention was perfect. Still
a little worried, I started feeling your legs, arms and
tried to roll you toward me and onto your side to check your
back. You started mumbling about my hairy chest and pits
and as I pulled you toward me you planted a very sensuous
kiss on my mouth. With that I knew you werent hurt and I climbed
out of my clothes and into bed for you.
Now, I may have started things off and taken control from
time to time but you had a pretty good mind as to what you wanted
to do and have done. First you just wrapped your arms around
me and held me tight, suckling at my curls of chest and pit
hair then my nipples like a teething baby boy. You were breathing
deeply, smelling me and you said you waned me to use you.
I asked what you meant and you said you werent sure, but
trusted me and wouldnt say no to anything I wanted. Im
only human and Ive had my eye on you for some time so I just
smiled, thanked you and obliged.
I tied you down with silken scarves; feet and arms spread
to each post of the bed and your eyes covered with satin blinders.
Every part of your forbidden fruit splayed before me like
the devils banquet. I mounted you in a 69 position and before
touching your turgid tool. I backed my hairy nether region
up on your face and let you get acquainted with my chassis.
You were eager and lapped at my thick undergrowth and rubbed
your face in my abundant hair down there until you stumbled
onto my chute and you ate me like cake mixing bowl. You were
tonguing me, I was raking my hole up and down your face and
I had to pull off your voracious pout to keep from blowing
my load. (I bet well be doing that again soon.) Then I eased
back into place, this time tea bagging my sac in the heat
of your mouth and leaning down, took you straight to the
root in my throat. You were stinking from the labor and I
love a mans natural stink. You started bucking and I rode
you. By then I was harder than geometry and I know Im hung
like bull so I pulled your blinders off and gave you a good
look at your trainer. You gawked and gasped a bit but still
gave me that anything you say look while I wiped the smears
off your lips with it. You said the head looked like the biggest
strawberry youd ever seen and I could tell you were scared
of what I might do with it so I gave you another reassuring
kiss. Within a half hour you were taking at least 5 of the
9 inches down your throat and the little phlegm you choked
up seemed to lube me for an easier go at each successive attempt.
You were so determined. Licking my nuts, sucking my cock
and even getting down for a rimming every now and again,
you seemed ready, almost inviting and was wanted to take
you.
I put your blinders back on and you said you felt a little
more lucid. It sounded a little funny since you were slurring
a bit, your throat obviously unaccustomed to the amount
of meat youd consumed and your face was creamy with my juices
and your saliva. I was just so proud of you at that moment
though. What a mouth on you. My ass was numb and tingling,
my shaft tense and strained and my nuts a boil with a hot wad.
It was time. I untied your legs and raised your ankles above
your waist. I could smell the musk of your ass crack and the
folds of your groin. I was flush with anticipation. My pinky
wet with my spit, I swirled your pucker creating what looked
like a little flower in the hairs surrounding your hole
and your nerve rich little wink twitched in vacillating
response. In and out in random spasms it pulsed and I leaned
for long drawn whiff followed by a deep French kiss till
I thought Id be able to taste your inner child. You let out
a howl that brought the little lady in the room and she was
a bit taken back by the display. She slapped my ass and told
me to stop teasing you and added a daub of her spit to your
bum and gave it a few little pats that made your pussy dance
again.
I kneeled on the edge of the bed and lowered the giant head
down on your ass lips nice and slow but there was no getting
around the fact that my fat cock was going to hurt a bit. So
I put my weight behind it and we strained and groaned and
trembled and sweat until it slid past the rim with a little
pop. You screamed out, quaking and begging for a second
to accommodate me and we waited. A few seconds later we put
a few inches in and you were red in the face, panting and pleading
but as soon as I reminded you of your commitment to my leadership,
you conceded that you needed me to cum. I leaned in and you
took me to my pubes. I sat like that for a while, kissing your
trembling mouth and sweaty face.
Lying on top of you, between your spread legs. I was deep
inside you and you were in waves of aching pleasure. You
said it was in your bowels and you could feel every muscle
movement just like my wife always says. She laughed too
and I was thinking she was getting horny and might want a
piece of you as well. I told her to strip down as well and as
I started to slowly pump on your bottom, she got up on the
bed and straddled your face for sit. You knew what to do and
welcomed the distraction from the goring I was giving you
mostly.
You were so tight I knew I wouldnt last but a few minutes.
The wife had gotten a fair amount of lubing so we decided
to cap off the tryst by fucking over your open mouth. She
turned over and we propped your head up with a pillow. She
mounted you with her clit square on the bridge of your nose.
I withdrew from your bottom and watched as your bum ring
rippled as the girth of my head slide out of your rim. You
asked to tend to my meat. After a thorough cleaning in your
filth trap, I ended up taking her from behind alternating
between her pussy and your mouth. I started jerking your
peter and you got greedy as we all approached climax. Hungrily
mouthing for my cock every time my balls would hit your face.
I was on the verge of ecstasy so I pulled out of her pussy,
dropped my cock head in your mouth and leaned into it filling
your gullet with my spunk. As I was cumming in your mouth
you were shooting a wad in my hand while my other hand was
plugging the holes of my wife, her most intense orgasm method.
It was bliss. After, I enjoyed tending to you and cleaned
you up with great attention spent on getting all the cum
out of your hair and pubes. You slept and I awaited your questions
so we could talk about next time. I love you son.
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