Skins

I live for the once or twice a year a bruh with enuf game to get da
skins happens my way. Tony fit the bill perfectly, authoritative,
demanding (he's a cop), yet sensual, uninhibited, and caring.
He pulled down his boxers so I could see whazzup! I kneeled down in
front of him rubbing my face and head against that soft hair sprouting
from his stomach and loins. Deeply inhaling the very scent of the man.
Slowly I licked up and down the dick as he verbally affirmed my every
move, lick and kiss. Using my shoulders to steady himself Tony began to
caress my head and shoulders as if I was man's best friend.

Perhaps I am.

Right now I want to feel him control me, move me, in me, do me. I
straddled his waist sliding up and down his dick as he kept pressing it
against every part of my body. I was holding his head in my hands and
tongue kissing him lovingly. My dick was bone hard and the precum was
allowing me to write my name across his chest.

Tony was slapping my anus with his foreskin and pushing me down onto the
head. Using his own precum to moisten my hole and his big dick to shake
me loose literally.

The shaking of the head of his dick against my anus had a hypnotic
rhythm that seemed to override all my resistance to make me want to impale
myself onto him.

I did!

Slowly, but aggressively I worked Tony up in there, slobbing him down
from crown to nipple. I told him how much I wanted him to "Fuck ME", and
he replied by slapping my ass, palming my cheeks, pulling them apart
grunting "yeah boy you want this dick?" adjusting his position to be
perfectly poised for upward mobility.

My dick was so hard I don't think I could've cum if I wanted to. Tony
was so deep inside me that his slightest movement was felt in my very
core.

I stuck my ass out, and he reached around to palm each cheek and play
all in the crack of my ass. He wouldn't stop touching my ass, letting me
know how much he enjoyed me squeezing his dick with my rectum. I took
the opportunity to show Tony how much I liked sucking on his chest and
biting his nipple.

Our intercourse was so intense that only two things mattered. The
pleasure we saw in each others eyes! Tony had seemingly separated my
bouncing ass from my back, as I was fully capable of bending over far
enough to enjoy those nips.

Who would have thought that a quest for skins would be this good?

Backyard spa

It was a warm night in July and I was one bored dude. So I
decided to call one of those 976 numbers for a little phone
action. I dialed the number to Man-to-Man and talked to a few
guys but most of them sounded like drips. Finally someone
named Craig got on the line and sounded really hot! After a
stand off because of our reluctance to give out either of our
numbers on the line I finally gave in and gave out my number.

He finally called and we had great conversation. He sounded
like a really hot dude and his description was like someone I
fantasized about. He was blonde, blue eyes, 5' 11" tall, 175
pounds, and he worked-out on a regular basis. We talked some
more and I was getting very hot just talking. He was too! We
found out that we were both very cautious and safe but were
also very oral. Further description of his all important
tool was that it was long enough and was cut. He said that
he really knew how to use it and this talk was getting me
close to blowing a load. And a big one at that. I asked him
to come over to my house. He was reluctant as it was now
11:30 pm and I lived about 20 minutes away from his house. I
told him I would heat up the spa and he could come over to
relax and talk. After 10 or 15 minutes of heavy coercion on
my part he finally agreed. I gave him directions and
waited. And wondered. Was this a stupid thing to do? What if
he was a weirdo? What if he was uglier than sin? Then I
thought what if he is the hunk he described? The last thought
took over and wiped out the other negative thoughts from my
mind. So I got ready and waited anxiously for his arrival.

For a 20 minute drive it sure seemed longer. I had told him
to meet me in my backyard were I would be waiting by the spa.
I heard a car drive up and park in the street. Craig was
here. My heart was racing 90 miles an hour as I waited for
him to appear. He came through the gate and I was not a bit
disappointed. He was exactly as he described. The sight of
him was making my 7" of cut manhood stir in my shorts. I
had a T-shirt on and a pair of gym shorts. He was wearing a
pair of shorts and a shirt. After a few moments of nervous
talk I offered him something to drink. I got our
drinks and we exchanged a few more nervous moments of
conversation. Finally he suggested that we get in the spa,
which I quickly agreed too. I took off my shirt as I was
going to get in wearing my shorts. He said he didn't bring
anything except the shorts he was wearing and he didn't want
to get them wet.

I got in the water and Craig said "please pardon my shyness",
turned his back to me and removed his shorts. He quickly
enter the spa. We were sitting next to each other and he
could tell that I was excited-as my eager manhood was
sticking out the leg of my shorts. He made some comment about
what do we have here and I promptly proceeded to remove my
shorts. There we were sitting in the spa buck naked and
feeling a bit nervous yet excited. The next thing I know, we
are in a deep embrace kissing and doing some deep tongue
penetrations of each others mouths. He moves his hand onto my
cock and I do the same to him. Boy does this feel good.
Looking back, I don't know what kept me from blowing a load
right then. We kept up this mutual stimulation and changed
positions a number of times. The one I liked best was where I
would sit on the spa seat and have him wrap his legs around my
waist. We were locked in deep passionate kisses and my hot
cock would be probing around his asshole, then rub against
his hot cock and balls. This was great!!

After playing around awhile, Craig asked me if I had a lot of
pre-cum. I told him that I didn't, I just had major blasts of
hot, white, sticky cum. He then told me that he wanted to
eat my dick. Talk about a living fantasy.
He didn't have to ask twice. I got up on the ledge where the
spa had a waterfall into the pool and it was the perfect
place. He could dive down and eat my hot dick while I sat
there. I played with his hair and ears as he went down on me
with all the right moves. I didn't think I could get any
hotter. But he got me so close and then backed off. After
doing this a few times, I told him that I wanted to eat him.
We quickly changed positions and I ate him with the same
vigor that he ate me with. His cock was wonderful. It was a
great size and it fit perfectly in my mouth. I went down on
him deep and got him close to cumming.

We switched positions at least two more times that evening
always stopping our eating just before our love tool
exploded. We went back and forth for over two hours. Finally
Craig said he wanted to cum but thought it was a bad idea to
mess up the spa water. So we got out of the spa and went over
to an area of ground cover near the fence and proceeded to
beat our meats together. The sight of this hunk standing
there jacking off was a really hot experience. The he said he
was close and about to blow his load and I wasn't far behind
him. Then he came with a muffled yell and gobs and gobs of hot
white cum all over the ground cover and the fence. He must of
been saving this load for awhile as it kept cuming and
cumming. The I felt the signal in my loins as my load was
ready to surface. I shot a huge load as well all over the
plants-lots of hot, white sticky cum. We both shook of our
cocks and went back to our clothes and got dressed. We kissed
goodbye and Craig left. I went in the house and it was 10
before 3am. What a session!!

This was such an exciting experience that I often think
about it when I am alone and in a horny mood. I have blown
many a load in memory of this special evening.

I first met Adam when a teenager

First Meeting:

I have known Adam for sometime now. He was the son of one of my
mom's co-workers at the place she worked. We went out every once in awhile
together because of their friendship. I really didn't ever see Adam as
a friend of mine. He lived in a different town, and I didn't have much
to do with him. When they came over it was just like doing something
with relatives that you have to put up with. I had a feeling that he
told my girlfriend some stuff about me so she would break up with me
too. I never proved it, but I always blamed him for that. I could
never hurt him though because I started to really like him in the other
kind of way and, he was also always smaller than I.

Sometimes we would go on trips with his mom, her daughter, and
Adam. We would talk to each other because we were the only person there to
keep the other company. Some were short trips and some were long trips out
of state.

The first time I found out that I had a crush on Adam was a few
years back when we went to a popular natural water park in the area. Big
rocks, deep pools, the works. He was pretty skinny then, little shorter
than me (about 5'8"), and he had a blond-brown mix, short style haircut.
He was still a cute hick boy. What really got me going was when he took
his white t-shirt off. All he had on was a pair of white nike river shoes
and black nike shorts. It was hard to hold my feelings back for him when I
saw him almost nude.

We played around like all the other boys were doing around there.
Jumping off the 10 and 15 foot cliffs off the side of the river into deep
pools, swimming around, and especially wrestling around with Adam in the
water every chance I could get were my favorite things to do there. I
tried to touch his body every chance I could get. I would say it was an
accident -- I slipped off a rock or something. Anthing I could get a hold
of that was his I wanted a sniff or touch -- even his shoes. I just hoped
that he would believe me and not think I was gay. He never questioned me so
I think he belived me.

I hadn't seen Adam for about two years after that. We didn't do
much together. Then, one day my mom told me that we might go on another
trip with them this last summer. She said we would probably go out of
state this time. As it turned out they planned to go to South Carolina,
Myrtle Beach to be exact, on the day that I registered for school. I was
secretly excited because I knew that me and Adam would probably have to
sleep in the same bed. I had to act disinterested because it would be
weird for me to actually want to go. I had never WANTED to go before. It
was supposed to last for two weeks. I was in heaven.

On the day of school registration I got up really early so I could
get the locker and parking space I wanted. I did my thing and came back
home to eat. By the time I got done I heard their Explorer pull up in
the driveway. I couldn't wait to get a glimpse of Adam. I went and put
my plate in the kitchen and helped my mom with some of the suitcases so
I would have an excuse to get outside quick.

I knew that he had been playing a lot of basketball and worked
out, but I never expected him to be so heavenly. This kid was hot! He
was 6'2", very muscular (I could see them bulging out of his t-shirt),
he had a very sexy smile, and a nice manly baritone voice. My hick grew
up. He was only 15 and he was taller than me and looked bigger and
stonger than me. I was in awe. He dressed more like a prep now: Nike
shirt and hat, Doc Martins, and cargo shorts.

I had a instant boner which was very hard hide. I had to hide it
quick behind a suitcase. I loaded the Explorer with him. We didn't talk
much, but I knew I had to have him sometime on this trip.

We got in, said our goodbyes, and were on our way. Unfortunely, I
didn't get to sit by Adam. His sister was in the middle of us. To get
an idea how hot he was, his sister was a literal model. Every kid they
have has been good looking and athletic. She was good looking, but I
wanted a piece of Adam's manhood more than a time with her. I've had
sex with a girls and guys, I prefer guys more though.

Most of the way though, I was listening to my CD's. Every once in
awhile we would stop for food or gas. I would let him listen to my CD
player every once in awhile. It was his sister in the middle all the time.
No chance of getting close to him. We finally made it about midnight.

The problem was that it was beach cruise night so that meant a lot
of traffic (we found later that everynight was beach strip cruise night)
and almost all the hotels were full. Most of the one's that weren't were
holes in the wall. Not very classy. We finally did find a decent hotel,
but it was 2 a.m. when we did. I had no time to really get to know him
then because we were so tired that we didn't really do anything but sleep.
I got the couch. He got a part of a bed.

I woke up the next morning and the first thing I saw was him in
just his boxers and his AAU "Flyers" basketball shorts. He was watching
TV. I could of creamed my Adidas shorts right then. I got a full view
of his beautiful, muscular arms and legs, and his rock hard abs. I
really wanted to get a good view of his package though. He said, "So,
you finally got up huh?." Then he laughed. I said, "Hey, I was tired.
You'll be the one yawning all day." "Probably so," he said. I had to
wait until he was in the shower before I could get up. I didn't want
anyone to see my boner. I wish I could have been in that bathroom with
him for just 30 minutes. I got in the shower after him. The room was
filled with his Tommy and his manly smell. This made me think about him
and want him even more.

We finally got our swim suits; Adam and I went out towards the
beach. The girls seemed to want to go get another hotel before they
came to the beach. They went to go hotel shopping first. It was just
me and Adam now. I hung back a little so I could look at that fine ass
he had in the familiar, now tight, black nike swimming trunks. He said,
"I hope we see a lot of good looking women out here." "It's a beach, of
course we'll see some hot ones," I said. The only hottie on the beach I
wanted though was Adam.

We made our way to the water and got in. It was very cold at
first. We didn't talk much just caught waves and stuff. Then, later we
started playing around, splashing, and wrestling in the water. It was just
like old times, only better.

Soon after the girls came back and said that they had almost got us
a penthouse but at the last minute they couldn't get it, so we got a
suite. The best thing was that me and Adam were going to have our own room
with one bed. I couldn't wait to get in bed with him.

We played around for a little longer and went back up to our old
room. We cleaned all of our stuff out and were on our way. We took
everything to the new hotel and looked the place over for ourselves. It
was about time for lunch so we went out to eat. We then went to beach
shops and other things. That was pretty cool. It was getting pretty late
so we grabbed some quick food and went back to the hotel. Adam and I had
our own TV so we watched our TV and the girls watched theirs in their room
until it was late enough to sleep.

We pulled off the bed spread and I asked, "Do you want the sheet or
do you want the cover." He said, "Well, I don't see why we both can't have
the sheet and cover." I was shocked. Most guys I had slept with that were
staight usually wanted one or the other. They were very homophobic and
hated the fact that two guys had to sleep together. Not Adam. I smiled
(accidentally because I was happy that he said that, but I didn't want him
to know I was gay either) and said, "Okay, whatever you want." We hopped
into bed and turned off the light and TV.

I know we started out far apart from each other. After awhile I
heard him say, "Hey, are you awake?" I didn't answer because I didn't
think it was anything. Then, I felt his leg get closer to mine. I could
feel his heat as he got closer to me. Then, his hot leg wrapped itself a
little bit around mine. I thought, is he trying to test me or does he
really want to do something? Then, I thought what the hell... so I also
wrapped my legs around his.

I turned my head to look at this face to see if he was doing this
in his sleep. He was looking right at me. We didn't have to say a
word. Our bodies drew together and I felt his lips touch mine. It was
like it wasn't even happening, but it was. He was such a good kisser,
and I got horny right away. We kissed for a minute then I broke the
kiss.

I said, "Wow, I thought you were straight. All this time I have
wanted you.

He said, "I thought you were staight too. I didn't know how to
approach you. I've wanted you since I had discovered how much I like sex
with guys."

"How did you find that out? Aren't I your first?," I said.

"Hell no, me and Robert get it on every once in awhile," he said.
(I had never met Robert, but he played on the basketball team with Adam
and, from what I heard from the girls at school, he was pretty fine too.)
"Have you ever messed around with a guy?"

"Yeah, Matt Sansouise and Steve Pounds," I said.

"Oh, never heard of them," he said.

"Oh well," I said as I got on top of him.

I was in charge of this sexy boy now, but I was going to let him
have first fuck. I wanted last, because it was best. His lips were at it
again. He then put his tougue in my mouth. This got me even harder. Our
cocks right up against each other. The only thing between our cocks was
the thin material of his basketball shorts and my adidas shorts.

Our kisses got so deep and passionate. I almost didn't want to let
go of those lips. I did though, as I kissed my way down to his neck. I
worked there for a minute as I ran my hands along his well defined arms.
Then, it was on to his body. I kissed his pecs and sucked on his nipples.
I got a hold of his abs next and kissed his whole chest. He spread his
legs as I moved toward his crotch. I could see the wet spot in his
basketball shorts. I licked it several times and got a big response from
his cock each time. I pulled his shorts down and sure enough he creamed
them. I licked the cum out of them a little, and proceeded to get at that
nice cock of his that was rising again.

First I sucked the head of it. Then, I plunged the whole thing
into my mouth. He was a big one. Bigger than Matt or Steve. For 15 he
had a big cock. I enjoyed sucking on him so much. He moaned in a very
manly low tone. This made me work harder to make his time pleasurable.
Soon I found his hands caressing the back of my head. Then, he guided me
back and forth as I sucked. He was fucking my face. I wasn't going to let
go of that wonderful cock. I kept sucking until that boy cummed. And did
he ever cum! It just oozed into my mouth in large amounts. Soon after he
took his cock out of my mouth and I swallowed what I had in my mouth. I
got off of him.

He looked at me and said, "That was great. Can I butt fuck you
too?"

"Yeah, if you have some KY and I get the same afterwords," I said.

"Okay," he said.

He went to his suitcase while I sat on the bed. In a few seconds he
produced a tube of KY. He put in on his cock to grease up. I turned
over on the bed and spread my legs. Soon I felt the warmth of his cock
hitting my butt, his breathe against my neck, and his sweaty body on top
of mine. It was such a good feeling. He entered me and it hurt at
first, but then it became so natural to me. He pumped in and out. He
was moaning with pleasure again. He finally blew a load in my ass. He
collapsed on top of me.

The feel of him on top of me all sweaty made me horny. His cum
soaked basketball shorts also. I thought about all the times that he has
sweated in those while playing a game. I had to wear them.

"Can I put on your shorts?"

He said, "Sure."

I whipped off mine and he whipped off his. We exchanged shorts and
put them on. I was so excited. I had his game day shorts on with his cum
soaked into it. It was now my turn.

He put me on the bed and got on top of me. He was now in control, and
he wanted to give me pleasure. Again, those hot lips were on mine.
Another French kiss. He then kissed my neck and body all over. He pulled
his shorts that I was wearing down so he could get at my cock. We did
the same position that I sucked his cock in. He must of had a lot of
practice because he gave me the best suck of my life.

I put my hands on his head and fucked his face as hard as I could.
Moaning, I was in heaven. I looked down and ran my hands though his
beautiful, short, brown-blond hair. I looked at my cock as it went in wet
with his siliva. He looked up at me with such a cute look in his eye. His
baby blues were to die for. All this was too much for me and I let go of
my load in his mouth. I took it out of his mouth and blew some on his face
and chest. He wiped it off and put what he could in his mouth.

I said, "You are good. You and Robert must have some really hot
sex."

"To tell you the truth I would rather have you. He's pretty good,
but you are better. Besides, he never butt fucks me. You will be the
first to give it to me up the ass."

I thought, `Oh yeah, I'm going to get a piece of his very tight,
virgin ass.' I would have never thought he was a virgin to that.

"Thats great, the first fuck of anyone is best," I said. I quickly
lubed my cock with his KY and proceeded to pull down my shorts that he was
wearing. I entered him and I could tell it hurt him. That was the
tightest piece of ass I had ever had. I pumped his ass, making him looser
with each pump. Then, I came, stream after stream. I fell on top of
his strong sweaty body. We were both tired and knew it was time to
go back to bed.

He said, "You know I need my shorts back."

"Why?" I said.

"Because, I got to hide them. I don't want anyone to see the cum
stains on them. Besides, you can't wake up in my shorts. They will think
something funny is going on."

"Okay," I said. With reluctence I gave back his shorts and he gave
back mine. He hid his shorts in his suit case and got back into bed. We
went to sleep very happy.

The Next Day:

We woke up the next morning at about the same time. I felt him get out
of the bed and that's what woke me up. He turned on the TV and sat at
the foot of the bed.

I got up beside him and whispered, "We will have to do last night
again soon."

"We will, just don't look like something is going on. They will
get suspicious."

"Okay," I said. I sat up in the bed.

His mom came in first. "Well, I see you boys made it up. Adam,
how come you slept in only your boxers? I thought you liked to sleep in
those one shorts for good luck."

"Oh mom, do you have to tell everyone?"

"Oh, sorry (laughs) I didn't mean to embarrass you."

I started laughing too. He got a smile on his face. He said, "Oh
shut up." He hit me with a pillow in the head. The war was on. We
started pillow fighting. My mom and Susan came in and we stopped.

We started talking food and what we were going to do for the day
then. We left the hotel and started out for the food place. We ate and went
to the outlet mall. There was a lot of stores. Nike was our favorite.
He bought some new shorts and another hat. I bought a few things too.
We stayed there for a few hours then, when to the Hard Rock Cafe. The
line was kind of long so we went to a popular sea food place that Susan
suggested. We ate and hung around the shops close to the place. We
then went down the beach strip again.

Of course the cruisers were out in full force. We dropped the
parents off at the hotel and Adam's mom let Susan take the Explorer. We
did a little bit of cruising of our own. We talked to several girls,
but none really grabbed our attention. We were more interested in each
other. Susan was on the lookout for a guy of her standards. We had a
great time. We also bought a laser pointer and shined some crusiers.
They didn't know what hit them. (laughs) We even got the Elvis
impersonator by the small amusement park.

It was getting late so we headed back to the hotel. We went in.
The parents went into the 20 question mode and we all went out on the
balcony. Those hot Nike shorts of Adam's were tied to one of the balcony
poles to dry. I had to leave them there though. We shined people with the
laser from the balcony. Much to our suprise, our mothers also joined in on
the fun. Until some guy got mad and started cussing. He went in and told
the manager. They sent security guards outside to break up all the laser
pointers fun. We went back in. The girls went to their room and we stayed
in ours.

That night we didn't do anything. We were saving our energy for
tomorrow. Adam's trunks were dry so I went out and got them from the pole.
Since they were swimming trunks they had the little underwear inside. The
thought of his cock being in there made me horny. I put them on and
started to jack off in them. Adam stopped me and reminded me that those
had to be worn again, so I took them off and put on his basketball shorts
and jacked off in them. I cummed all over the inside of them. Like I said,
we didn't do anything else because it was going to be another beach day and
we were saving our energy.

Adam and I always made it out of the bed first when it ment we were
going to the beach, that was the best. We left the room and started out
for the beach. Instead of saying things about girls while walking down the
hallway, Adam stole a kiss while no one was looking. We went out and
played. Soon, the girls were out and on the beach also. We stayed for
a while after that. We got a little tired of the beach so we told them we
would be back, and that we were going to the room. What we were going to
do was another sex fest.

Since we couldn't make love on a bed with wet clothes, he let me
put on his game day shorts and he put on his cargo shorts. "We can't get
cum on these, I have to wear them again on this trip," he said. I promised
and we were all over each other. We had to be careful because someone
could come back, and they did. We had to get off each other quick.
Adam's sister opened the door.

With a shocked look on her face she said, "What is going on here?"

Adam blurted, "Don't you dare tell mom."

"Mine either", I said.

"Relax, Adam, I didn't tell mom when I saw you all over Robert, and
I'm not going to tell now," she said.

"How did you know about me and Robert?" he asked.

"I was going down by the pond and saw you two. I just didn't let
you know I saw ya," she said.

I was relieved. I didn't want my parents to know I was gay. I
just hope she was telling the truth. Susan grabbed the sun tan lotion and
walked back out as if nothing happened.

"I hope she doesn't tell Adam", I said.

"She won't. She gave us her word," he said.

I said, "Well, anyway, I need to take a shower. Wanna join me?"
He was definately up for it.

We both got undressed and I got some towels. This was going to be
the best shower I have ever taken. This was the first time I had ever seen
him standing there naked. I was awe struck. We were horny before we even
hit the shower. As I was getting the water ready Adam started handling my
cock. Stroking it. He put himself right up against me. I could feel his
cock up against my crack. He wanted a piece of my ass, but I turned around
before he could get to it. Our cocks and sweaty bodies right up against
each other. We kissed again as we ran our hands down the length of each
other. I knew then that we would be making love to each other more often
in the future, and I would be spending more time with Adam.

We made it into the shower and we cleaned each other. Soaping was
the best because I got to touch every inch of that body -- especially his
nice cock, which I stroked after I got it all soaped up. His cum hit the
shower curtain. In return he sucked me until I filled his waiting mouth
with cum.

I then got up against the wall of the shower (the one with the
head) and bent over. He slid his cock in and pumped my ass. I think that
is his favorite way to fuck someone. He got off of me and we dressed for
real this time.

The girls came back and one by one took their shower while we
watched TV. We went out and ate (at the Hard Rock this time) and checked
out some more shops. We stayed in Myrtle Beach for a few more days, less
than I had expected. Adam and I did fool around some more, especially on
the last day. All the way home I sat by Adam. We would put our legs close
on purpose all the way back. It was the best vacation ever. My crush
turned into love.

Later On:

About a week after the trip I got a call from Adam. He said that
we should get together more often to have fun. Of course I was all up for
that. I could not resist making love to such a sexy guy. We made love to
each other several times out at the farm. The one I remember most was one
day in the fall he told me to come out so I did. He lives 30 mins away
from me. I made it to the house. He told his mom that we were going to
ride 4-wheelers out at the farm and would be back later.

We rode the 4-wheelers out to the pond. The pond had a lot of
bushes and stuff around so it was very isolated. There was a large gravel
bar. I assumed thats where we would have our fun. It was a step down from
that bed we had in S.C., but I was with Adam and I wanted him bad.

I saw another person there. I didn't know who he was. I said,
"Who is this? You called me and told me you had a suprise for me, Adam.
Who is this?" Turning to the guy I asked, "Well, who are you?"

Adam said, "Relax everyone. This is your suprise, Heath. This is
Robert."

Robert was pretty cute. Tall, slender, broad shoulders, but not as
good as Adam. He was pure hick. Wranglers, boots, and all. What Adam
used to be.

"Well, what is he doing here? I thought you wanted to do some
stuff with me?" I said.

"I still do," Adam said. "Its okay. Robert is like us too. He is
also my lover. I don't want to chose between you so I thought that we
could have a threesome."

I wanted Adam to myself, but if this was the way I had to have him
I would. At least I would be getting a piece of another sexy guy when I
was having my fun with Adam.

I was getting mine out of Adam first so I pulled up close to him
and kissed him. Those familiar lips were working their magic.

Robert shouted, "Hey, what do you think you are doing with my
boyfriend?!"

Adam broke the kiss and shushed Robert, "Somebody might hear."

Robert wouldn't shush. In fact he was rather mad. He walked up to
where we were and got up in my face. I would have hurt him if he wanted to
step up. He was tall, but not as stong, and probably not as fast. I
didn't want to hurt Adam though, so I tried to defuse the situation.

I simply said, "This," and gave Robert my own version of the lip
lock.

He forgot about his anger and unclinched his fist. We both had our
hands all over each other as Adam looked on.

He said, "Hey, you guys are going to make ME jealous in a minute
here. You forgot about me."

We then laughed the whole thing off. Three way sex is one of the
greatest things I have experienced. Getting some while giving some was
good. I had two very sexy guys, and we were hot together.

Robert suggested that we should go up to the hay loft in the barn.
That was a good place so we did. We brought all the 4-wheelers back to the
barn and Adam climbed the ladder. Robert went up second and then me.

By the time I was up there, Adam was on top of Robert and they were
wrestling around. I joined in and we double teamed on Adam since he was
bigger than both of us. That lead to Robert giving me a kiss. He wasn't a
bad kisser either. Adam must of taught him. He broke it and threw me down
on some hay. He was really turning me on. He kissed me again and
unbuttoned my school jacket. I unbuttoned his flannel and we took them
off. He then took off my shirt. He kissed my pecs and my chest, and
sucked my nipples. By then he was more interested in the bulge in my
jeans. Adam was watching the whole time and started to jack himself off.

Robert put his lips around my rock hard cock and started to suck.
That was the best blow job I had ever had. He kept sucking until I came in
his mouth. I withdrew my siliva soaked cock and covered Robert's face with
more cum. Adam came over and licked it. He let go of his wad on my chest
and the inside of my school jacket. I licked it out so it wouldn't stain
my jacket. I didn't want to have to dry clean it. Robert then started
doing his work on Adam. Kissing and striping him. I grabbed Adam's school
jacket as they were making love. (I love guys jackets. I don't know why I
just do. I like to jack off and cum on the inside of them.)

I went to my own part of the barn and set it down on the hay. I spead
it out on the ground and rubbed the inside lining against my cock. The
feeling of that slick material plus knowing that this is a part of him,
something that he always wears...it made me horny. I watched them suck on
each other as I stroked. I came all over the inside of that jacket.

When they got done I showed Adam. "I returned the favor," I said.
"Oh, thats okay, I will lick it out. I love the taste of your cum."

This time, I put Robert down on the hay, only on his stomach. I
pulled down his Wranglers and put my cock in his ass. I moaned and worked
his ass until I came and collapsed on top of him. We were all sweaty and we
had a lot of fun. It was getting late and I had to get back home. We all
left. But, that wasn't the last time I had such a great encounter with
them. More to come if people like it...

David's dad in the barn

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James finds love

I'm a widower. My wife of six years died six months ago. She left me with
two little ones. While giving birth to our second, she had to have a
caesarean and that was when they discovered the cancer. It was almost
virulent. My little boy was two months old when she died. I was at a loss
as to what to do. I had my daughter who had just turned two and a
two-month old boy. I moved home to be closer to my mother so she could
help out. I loved my kids and they seemed the only thing I was animated
about. I sort of lived my life in a daze. I'm a vet and was fortunate
that the town's vet was retiring. So I took over his practice and made
myself at home. I found myself in Eastern Washington, traveling on the
road to the Apple Valley Ranch.

I go out every couple of weeks or so to tend the animals of the rather
enterprising horse ranch. It was started by the late owner but kept up
faithfully by his son. He was a sweet, kind man named Jimmy to all but me.
I called him James. He was maybe twenty-five. His eyes were beautifully
blue and eager and open. There wasn't a hint of deception or deceit in
him. Probably had more to do with his being born with the cord around his
neck and slightly brain-damaged. He was a bit slow and had a hard time
learning new things. But he was faithful and constant, hardworking,
tireless, and kind and gentle with the horses.

James always came out to the stables while I was there. He wasn't watching
over me, he just wanted to be there in case I found anything. There was a
foreman for the horses too. He was a grisly old cowboy called Doc. He
paid attention too. I was looking over a mare that was about to foal,
maybe in a couple of weeks. I looked up and smiled at the two anxious men.
This was their first foal since the old man died. I assured them that
everything was fine. With that Doc let at a whoop and left the stables. I
went over near the tack room to wash up. I was just rinsing my hands when
I looked up and saw the calendar. I did a quick calculation in my head and
realized it was six months to the day since my wife had died. I also
remembered that I hadn't thought about her, really thought about her for a
couple of days. I think it was more guilt than anything, but I crumpled to
the ground on my knees and cried.

I just sat there, crying because my wife was gone, guilty for not thinking
of her, knowing that the pain was going away. James knelt down in front of
me. He looked worried. He put his hand on my shoulder; just a simple
gesture letting me know that I wasn't alone. My tears let up and I looked
up into James' warm, caring face. He asked me why I was so sad. I told
him that when I saw the calendar that it had been six months since my wife
had died. He smiled at me and told me that he couldn't remember the day
anymore when his mama had died. But he remembered crying on the day when
he realized that he couldn't remember anymore. It was so good to know that
someone cared and offered just a little comfort.

James stood up and asked me to follow him. He led me out of the stable and
up a hill towards the main ranch house. Just before the main path to the
front door, the path split and James took it. It led to an arbor that we
passed through. Inside was a rose garden, surrounded by tall hedges. A
path that ran the length of the garden divided the plants. On one side it
was completely full with mature roses in large bushes. Being late June,
the aroma was almost too much. But they were beautiful, all the various
shades and sizes of flowers. James led me up the path. He stopped where
the other side stopped off, about halfway through the garden. He turned to
me and smiled.

"One side is just common roses, the other are hybrids I try. I do four
every year. This year's are just blooming." He walked over to one plant.
It had blood red tips that gradually flowed into a butter cream throat. It
was beautiful. James stopped in front of it and brought out a pair of
pruning shears and snipped off three of the blooms. I watched as he
trimmed the thorns off the stems and trimmed up the leaves. He handed them
to me when he was done.

"What was your wife's name?"

"Jenny."

"What did she like to do most in the world?"

I smiled at the memory. "She liked to sing the babies to sleep in the
rocking chair."

James smiled at me, full of warmth and kindness. "Then these roses shall
be called 'Jenny's Lullaby'."

I was shocked. I looked down at the flowers in my hand and stammered.
"James, you can't do that. God, it is so generous."

"I have a hard time naming my new roses. You just helped is all."

I knew that arguing would do me no good. His generosity and warmth made me
smile. "Thank you James."

He smiled at me and we walked down the hill to the stables so I could get
my bag. On the walk, I really looked at him. I had always seen him and
knew what he looked like. But now I noticed him ... differently. He was
tall, at least six-six. He had really broad shoulders and lean hips. He
was obviously well muscled. He had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes.
I had registered this before, but it was slightly different. This was new.
I hadn't felt like this since college.

On the drive home, I kept thinking about his smile; his gentle kindness and
generosity and it made me think things I hadn't thought about in years. I
remembered my first roommate in college. Adam and I found each other one
night. We were cold and tired and collapsed on the same bed after a party
got out of hand and destroyed the other bed. We turned during the night so
we were face to face. The moment was perfect and we were kissing. We made
love that night and throughout the rest of the year. We weren't being
openly together; we were just enjoying the time we had. But by the end of
the year, he wanted more. To be truthful, I was afraid. I turned him away
out of fear. I always regretted it until I met Jenny. We shared six
wonderful years and I loved her more than anything. But now that she was
gone, I found myself thinking those thoughts again. Technically, I guess I
would be considered bi. I enjoyed the two people I ever slept with a lot.
I loved them both. But the moral climate, the fears and prejudices of the
world made me turn away the first so I could find the second love of my
life. Now that she was gone, with time I knew I would find a third.

A couple of weeks later, I got the call that the mare was having difficulty
and was in hard labor. So I got my mom to watch the kids and drove out to
the Apple Valley Ranch. I made it out there about 2 AM and Doc met me as I
pulled up. I grabbed my bag and found James kneeling in the stall, holding
her head and petting her, offering soft, gentle words and a caring touch.
I smiled at him as I came in to kneel down and examine her. The cord was
wrapped around a front leg. It wasn't overly threatening, but if
untreated, would cause the mare to hemorrhage when the foal dropped. I
reached up there and moved the cord away, unwrapping the foal and tilting
its head for the trip into the world. She wasn't ready to drop just yet,
but it would help to do it now. James and I helped that horse through the
night. She would stand and pace, then lie down and whinny. He crooned to
her the whole time. His love for that animal was palpable. Just before
dawn, the water broke. It made us both messy, but it meant it would only
be a few more minutes. I reached in to guide the foal, pulling lightly on
the muzzle to allow it to fall out gently. The mare was standing and the
foal just landed in the hay. I removed the sack over its nose and watched
as the mare helped it, cleaning and nuzzling the baby to her. It was a
beautiful filly with its sire's coloring. After about twenty minutes, the
foal was standing after a couple of clumsy steps. I examined her and
mother and baby were doing great.

I looked up at James and he had tears in his eyes. It wasn't pity or fear
but the overwhelming emotions of seeing nature in all its glory. I grasped
his arm and smiled at him. He looked at me and smiled back. I stood and
the two of us moved out of the stall so Doc and another hand could clean
them up and muck out the stall. James led me to the tack room and the
showers there so I could get cleaned up. It wasn't much, but the water was
hot and there was plenty of it. I peeled off my bloody, messy clothes and
crawled under the hot spray. I noticed James removing his clothes and I
watched him.

He was beautiful. His body was sturdy and very strong. He didn't have any
fat on his torso. His muscles were sculpted and defined by tight skin and
shiny, thick, dark hair that covered his chest from collarbone to the
waistband of his jeans. He toed off his boots and shucked his jeans. He
stood in white, loose, cotton boxers and socks. He was absolutely amazing.
He didn't arouse me. I was just impressed by such a beautiful body. Then
he bent and peeled off his socks before standing and dropping his shorts.
I continued looking at his beauty. His legs were thick with muscle,
indicative of a lot of lifting and climbing ladders to pick the apples in
the orchard. They were covered in corded muscle and dark hair. But he
also had a beautiful cock. It was thick and long and accompanied by large,
heavy testicles that swung below his shaft. His pubic hair was thick and
surrounded his flaccid penis. He walked towards me and stood under the
showerhead next to me. He grabbed some soap and vigorously scrubbed his
arms, removing the muck. He washed his legs then turned to place the soap
back. It was then I saw the scars crisscrossed on his back. They ran in
long, parallel streaks and they were of differing depths and length. They
also ran in every direction along his shoulder blades and mid-waist. I had
seen scarring like this before, on a horse. James had been beaten or
whipped, perhaps both.

I reached out and placed my fingers on the meanest looking scar and traced
it. James stiffened and stood, turned to look at me with a little panic in
his eyes. Compassion filled my eyes and voice with tears. I looked in his
eyes and cupped his cheek.

"Oh James, what happened?"

He looked down, as if ashamed. He mumbled a response that I didn't hear.
I pulled his face up and looked at him, rubbing my thumb under his eye to
catch a tear. "What happened?"

"After my mama died, my daddy would get angry at me. He would come in my
room and take his belt to me for being bad."

I cringed at the image of that poor boy having no one to turn to; living
with fear and uncertainty. "How old were you when your mama died?"

"Twelve."

My heart clenched. Pity and compassion stirred in me. Before I thought it
through, I leaned towards him, tilted my head up to him, and pressed my
lips to his. James froze under my touch. All I could think was: what if
he was really a child in an adult's body. I went to move away, not so fast
I would startle him, but gently lifted the pressure of my mouth. But I
felt James follow, applying pressure and a little suction to my lip. He
had closed his eyes. I moved away and waited for him to open his eyes. I
looked at him. He smiled shyly at me. I had to know, his reaction was a
little curious.

"Have you ever kissed anyone James?"

"I used to kiss my mama's cheek each night before going to bed."

I couldn't help but smile. "I meant on the mouth."

He shook his head no.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

He nodded. I moved to him and cupped his face with my hands. I brushed my
lips against his lightly, butterfly light. I stood only a couple of inches
shorter, but I still had to tilt up to meet his lips. I waited for James
to meet my lips before opening my mouth. Once he opened his mouth, I moved
a little more aggressively over his lips. I touched his lip with my
tongue, waiting for James to follow. He did, tentatively, awkwardly. When
our tongues met, I felt him shudder. I just brushed his tongue with mine
for a few strokes before pulling away, disengaging from his mouth. James
had his eyes closed again. Beautiful, dark lashes fanned over his
cheekbones. He was beautiful and innocent. I couldn't stop the smile. He
was also breathing hard and his cheeks and neck were flushed. I didn't
have to look down to see him hard. I felt it against my belly.

James was trembling a bit when he opened his eyes. He stared into mine
while catching his breath. Then he looked down. I wasn't unaffected. I
know I was erect and brushing in the soft hair of his belly. He snapped
his head up and blushed even darker. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. I dried off and started
putting on my spare clothes. I had only put on my briefs when I turned to
watch James. He had turned from me and ducked his head under the water.
He was shaking. He had turned the water cold. My erection deflated. All
I could think about was that I hurt him. Pushed him into something he
wasn't ready for.

I walked up to the shower and put my hand on his arm. The water was
frigid. I turned him to me and shut off the water. He wouldn't look at my
eyes. He kept mumbling that he shouldn't have done that. He said that it
was wrong to be hard in the shower. I tried to calm him, but everything I
said seemed to make it worse. He grabbed a towel and dried off. He then
wrapped it around himself and grabbed his dirty clothes and walked out, up
the hill to the house. The whole time he had his head lowered. I wanted
to go after him. But I stopped and went back inside to finish dressing.

While I was putting on my boots, Doc came in to the tack room. He didn't
look angry, but he was concerned.

"What did you do to Jimmy? He doesn't walk around without a shirt unless
he's upset."

"I don't know, he kept mumbling about being hard in the shower."

"I know you kissed him, I saw it."

I was at a loss. Things had moved quickly and I had a feeling I had really
done some damage to James. "Yes, I did kiss him. He turned around and
turned the water blasting cold. He grabbed a towel and walked off."

Doc leaned back against the doorframe. "I know what got him so upset."

"What?"

Rather than answer, he looked at me. It was an appraisal. I don't know
what his verdict was. "I came to this ranch when he was just seven. His
mama loved him more than anything. But his daddy wouldn't have anything to
do with him. Jimmy couldn't please that man no matter what he did. At
nine, he was winning riding awards. At eleven, he won an award for the
best hybrid rose. At fourteen, his section of the orchard had almost
double the output of any other section in the whole eighty acres. It
wasn't enough. The old bastard cared nothing for him.

"Just after his mama died, I was trying to get a new horse to saddle. I
got on but he threw me. I landed hard and had the wind knocked out of me.
Jimmy vaulted that fence and pulled me out of harm's way. He crouched down
and begged me not to die too. He told me he loved me and didn't want me to
go. Here I was, this loner, and I fell for that kid. His love is pure, no
qualifications, no questions, no prejudices. I loved him like he was my
own. I went to all of the events he was in. I cheered for him the loudest
when he won awards. The old man just showed up to smile and wave; then
ignored Jimmy on the drive home.

"I didn't know he was beating the boy at first. The kid came to me
whenever he didn't understand something. But he kept this to himself. He
was fifteen before I found out. I walked up to that old man with my rifle
and threatened to kill him. I told him if he ever raised a hand to his boy
that he'd be dead before he knew what hit him. For the most part it
worked. I didn't find out about the other until recently."

Doc wiped tears from his eyes, but he didn't go into details about what
'other' meant. "You seem to be a good man, Alex. But don't hurt him. He
doesn't understand the game. When I first saw you, I thought you might be
like me. Any warm body would do, man or woman. But now I know, it's not
like me. I just look for a little break from the loneliness of night,
doesn't matter what gender they are. But you're a forever kind of guy. I
envy you that.

"I can see you are halfway there, but you have to decide. Jimmy is worthy
of love. He deserves to have someone love him. But you need to decide,
because it will be forever for him. He doesn't understand casual sex.
With him it's all or nothing. Yes he's slow. He can't comprehend half of
what he reads. But he is all heart; he loves with everything he is. It's
all you really need."

With that, Doc walked out, heading for the house. I drove home as the sun
broke the horizon with more questions than answers. What Doc said was
true: I was already halfway in love with him. I had watched and observed
James every time I came out to the ranch. Now I admitted that I was
attracted to him, probably had been from the beginning. But there were two
small reasons to think about it first. Missy and Brad, my children,
deserved to have a loving home. I knew that James would love them. They
were impossible to resist. If all I had known about him was the gentle
touches he lavished on his horses; that would have told me he could love
them. But could he be a parent to them? Could he love their hurts away?
Of course he could. But could he spank them for their pranks and
naughtiness? Because Doc said he had been beaten, I had a feeling James
would probably go leniently with them. Not a bad thing, all in all. But,
if something was to happen to me, could he take over and be the parent that
they would need? That thought startled me. The idea of so completely
melding my life with James' should have scared me. It didn't. It made me
feel warm and good. Doc was right, he was deserving of love. I know it
showed a lack of trust, but I needed a test. I was more than halfway in
love with him and needed to know before I let myself go.

The following Sunday, while my practice would only need me in an emergency,
I took Missy and Brad to the Apple Valley Ranch. I had Brad slung in a
backpack and Missy grasping my hand as I walked into the stables. Doc was
there. He walked up to me and asked if I had made my decision. I looked
at him and told him I would by the end of the day. He got angry, until
Missy tugged on his hand. When he looked down at her he ruffled her hair.
Then he looked up at me. I told him that if it was only me, the decision
would have been made already. He smiled at me, understanding lighting in
his eyes. Yes, I was testing James, but Doc understood. James walked into
the stables a few minutes later. I was just finished checking on the foal.
Brad was asleep on my back. James walked down the aisle between the
stalls. I knew where Missy was; she was close to one of the stalls, trying
to gather her courage to pet the animals. James walked up to her, kneeling
down by her side. He didn't ask anything, he just knelt by her.
Eventually she turned to him and smiled. I watched as James smiled back.
He asked her if she would like to pet the horse. She nodded and James
stood. He asked Missy if he could pick her up. She nodded again. He
settled her on his hip as if he were born to it, tilted away from the
horses, protecting her, shielding her with his big body. He told her to
stick out her hand, palm up. He then placed a sugar cube in it. Then he
took another cube in his hand and held it out to the horse. The horse
snorted and slobbered all over his palm. He then shifted Missy closer.
When the horse nuzzled her hand she giggled and squirmed against James'
neck. He giggled with her, sharing her mirth at the joy of connecting with
the horses. She reached out and stroked the nose of the horse and probably
fell in love with horses right then.

James sat her down when she spotted me. She ran off to me but not before
she stopped and kissed him on the cheek. I picked her up and stared at
James, knowing it was no use. He had taken my heart when he lovingly
played with my daughter. It was over, and now I knew, it was never really
a contest. I loved him. Now we just had to decide how to come together.
He invited the three of us for lunch. As we sat around his table with Doc
and James, the kids both connected to him. He was kind and gentle.
Despite his size, which usually intimidates small children, they were drawn
to him. James took Missy on a tour of his home while I fed Brad. Doc
looked at me and wanted to talk.

"I think you made the right decision."

"I hope so, I really do."

"Why do you doubt it?"

"Am I giving him a choice?"

"If you had been the one with cancer and your wife was the vet, James now
would be in love with Jenny and the rose would be called 'Alex's lullaby.'"

"But, how do you know he loves me?"

"You don't get it do you? It doesn't matter to him. You are warm and kind
and caring. You see him for what he can be, not for what he isn't. He
couldn't help but love you. Don't doubt that."

With those last words, Doc got up and left the house. I watched him go,
wondering, hoping his words were true. I finished feeding Brad as Missy
and James returned. I gathered them up and left, telling James I would
return in a while. I left and took them to my mother's house, leaving the
children in her hands and returned home to gather a few items of clothing
and then drove back out to the ranch. My hands were shacking. Out of
nervousness or excitement I don't know. Each warred within me. I was in
love again and I was also going to be making love with someone who probably
had no experience whatsoever. It was daunting. It was charming. It was
nerve-wracking. I pulled up to the ranch house right about sunset. The
night was warm, but not too warm. The sun set behind the majesty of the
Cascades a single light was left on in the house. It felt like coming
home. I knocked on the door and James let me in. He guided me to a room
that was filled with bookshelves and a roaring fire. There was an open
book on a table by the fire. The floor to ceiling windows looked out on
the rose garden. I smiled at the sight.

"What are you reading?"

He named one of my favorites and we chatted about it for a minute. I was
nervous and I think James picked up on it. But he finally asked: "What are
you doing here?"

"I came to see you. I came to talk to you."

"What about?"

"James, about that night in the shower..."

"I'm sorry about that. I just had some bad memories come up."

"Will you tell me about them?"

He nodded. "I was in the shower when I was about fourteen. I was just
washing. But when I got down between my legs, I got hard. I wasn't
playing with it, I just got hard."

I nodded and told him that it happened to most fourteen year olds. He
blushed a little but continued.

"Daddy walked in and saw me rinsing off, I was just holding it up to rinse
underneath. He thought I was playing with it. He hollered at me. I got
out of the shower and tried to explain what happened. He just told me to
go to my room and to bed. That night he came at me with his belt. It was
the first time."

I walked up to him and cupped his face. He still looked ashamed. I didn't
kiss him. I didn't want him to panic again. But I pulled his chin up to
look in my eyes.

"James, we all get hard sometimes. It is completely natural. It wasn't
your fault. I'm sorry I brought you bad memories when I kissed you."

"You brought me good memories when you kissed me. I can't stop thinking
about it."

"James, we need to talk about that. I will probably offend you by asking
some questions, but I don't mean to hurt your feelings."

"You asked if you would hurt my feelings. No one ever asks Alex. Or
apologize for it. That means you are thinking of me more than of yourself.
No one does that either."

It made me smile. "James, what do you feel for me?"

"I love you."

That simple. It made me wonder. "When did you realize that you love me?"

"It isn't a time. It's a feeling. I watch you when you come out to the
ranch. You don't discount me. You treat me like any other man. But if I
had to give you a time, probably when I gave you the roses."

His words warmed me, but now came the tricky part. "Am I the only one you
love?"

"No Alex, I love mama and Doc. I love the horses and Mrs. Smith who cleans
the house and cooks for the ranch hands. But with you, it's different. I
feel a part of you. You make me smile when you are near. When you are
gone, I feel better knowing you will come back. I don't understand the
words to tell you how I feel. Do you love me?"

He may not have much experience with love, but he understood it, inside, in
his heart. "Yes, James, I love you."

He moved towards me, leaning his lips the few inches to meet mine. His
kiss wasn't hesitant like in the shower, but bold and warm. I was lost as
he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. His body wrapped around
me, and I realized he was protecting me, shielding me. I pulled away
lightly; I still had two more things to know.

"James, I want to be with you. I want to come out to the ranch and live
with you and hold you and love you. But I need to know: Can you love my
children? Can you treat them as your own?"

"Of course I can love them. They are a part of you Alex. It is easy to
love them. As to treating them like my own, I don't know. I don't have
any children so I don't know if I would treat them like my own. But I will
love them. I will protect them with my life. I will make sure they are
loved and know that they are wanted. They will never know fear or hunger
or loneliness."

My throat thickened and I had to swallow hard to get the next question out.

"Have you ever made love before, James?"

"No."

"Will you make love with me?"

He nodded his head and took my hand. He took me on a quick tour of his
home, ending in the master bedroom. He shut the door behind us and led me
to the massive king size bed. It looked like it was crafted from pine logs
and covered in a thick mattress and soft bedding. It looked like paradise.
I looked up into James' warm smile. But I noticed he was trembling. I
took his hand in mine and squeezed it. He smiled at me. It wasn't nerves
that had him trembling.

I took his hands and placed them at the collar to my shirt. I then put
mine at his collar and started to unbutton his shirt. James followed my
lead. As each button was undone, I would spread James' shirt and feel the
warm skin and silky hair of his chest. He would stroke my chest after each
button opened, feeling my skin, devoid of hair. When our shirts were open
to the waist, James stopped, waiting for me to lead him on. I pulled his
shirt from his waistband and slid it off his shoulders. It forced him to
drop his hands from my shirt. Once his shirt was off, he moved back and
removed mine. I unbuckled his belt and undid the snap of his jeans. James
followed. I slid my hands into his open jeans and skimmed them down
against his hips. They dropped to the floor and James stepped out of them.
He stood before me in his white, loose boxers and socks. James quickly got
rid of my jeans, stripping me to my briefs. Briefs that grew tighter with
each moment. I pushed him down onto the bed after I pulled down the
covers. James landed softly and looked up at me expectantly. I took off
his socks and then my own before lying down beside him.

"If there is anything we do that you don't like, tell me James."

He nodded. I reached over to him and pulled down his shorts. His erection
was caught under the waistband, when the shorts were low enough; it sprang
back and slapped his belly. It caused James to moan. He was on edge
already and all we had done was kiss. I had a feeling that he didn't know
what was happening.

"James?"

"Unh-huh?"

"Have you ever touched yourself? Did you ever hold on to yourself when
hard and move your hand over it?"

"No. Daddy beat me for washing, I wasn't going to actually do what he hit
me for."

"So you don't know what will happen?"

"I have sticky dreams sometimes."

Wet dreams. He had cum, but never while conscious. This could be
interesting, scary for him, and emotional for the both of us. I kissed him
and moved my hand to capture his penis. I squeezed him gently and felt his
body shudder. He pulled back from my lips and cried out. He moaned with
each feather-light touch of my hand. I started moving my fist back and
forth over the velvet covered steel. He started leaking immediately. With
each stroke, he moaned loudly. James curled towards me, trying to curl
into a ball, overwhelmed by the new sensations assaulting him. He hugged
me to him, anchoring himself as the sensations built inside him. I felt
him thicken in my hand and James stared into my eyes with wonder. His
first spurt hit my thigh, scalding hot and massive. James closed his eyes
and cried out with each spasm of his release. I slowed my hand when his
ejaculation started to ebb. He just whimpered and moaned with each
aftershock of sensation. I didn't let go of him, but stopped moving my
fist. He rolled onto his back, still shuddering from time to time with
pleasure. After a couple of minutes, he looked at me and smiled. James
got a mischievous look on his face. He then dove on me, kissing me and
lowering my briefs, releasing my aching shaft. While he kissed me, he
began stroking me, moving the same way I did on him. I didn't last long, I
cried out my release and watched James watch me. He wondered at what he
saw and witnessed. I smiled at him, and we cuddled together. We weren't
cold, but I pulled the sheet over us and just reveled in lying protected in
his arms and able to nuzzle that beautiful, furry chest.

I don't know how long we dozed or if James slept at all. I awoke to find
James lying on his back with me lying next to him. He was erect and I was
at half-mast. He was staring at our cocks.

"I'm bigger than you."

"Of course you are, you're two inches taller than me."

"No, I meant bigger penis."

"Well, you're hard, I'm not."

He reached down and stroked me with his hand and I sprang to attention.
Then he pulled away and compared again.

"I'd say we're pretty even James."

He smiled at me and started kissing me again. He pulled my hand to his
penis and stroked my own. We stroked and kissed for a few minutes. James
writhed beneath my grasp. I stopped him though. I didn't want it to be
over so quickly again. I pulled away and told him there were other ways we
could make love. He was eager and asked how. Instead of telling him, I
showed him. I started kissing his neck and earlobe. I moved down onto his
collarbone and skimmed it with my open mouth. I placed loud, wet, messy
open-mouthed kisses all over his chest before taking one of his nipples in
my mouth and attending to it. James arched his back under me and purred.
I moved down his stomach, nipping at his skin lightly with my teeth. The
tip of his erection brushed against my chest and I felt him leaking his
clear essence against it. I kept moving down, wanting that treasure in my
mouth. I moved past it though to pay homage to his testicles. I was
teasing them with my mouth, swirling each egg with my tongue. The hair was
sparse on them and I loved the texture in my mouth. I pulled back a little
when I noticed the scar on them. His scrotum had what looked like an
incision scar about half an inch across. I recognized it because I also
had one. The scar was the badge of a vasectomy. Jenny and I decided two
children were enough. James didn't have any. Now I knew what Doc meant by
'other'.

I pulled away and looked at James. He was glossy eyed from passion. He
was very aroused. I hoped to god I was wrong, but I could wait for
answers. I moved my mouth down on him. I took his shiny, wet tip in my
mouth and loved him for all I was worth. I bobbed on his shaft and swirled
my tongue in an effort to bring James to the edge. It didn't take long
before he started bellowing with each movement of my mouth. He is a loud
lover and I was glad I was bringing him this joy. When I felt him thicken,
I doubled my efforts and moved faster, swirled sensuously around him, and
sucked harder. James erupted in my mouth. It had been almost ten years
since I had last done this. I had forgotten how full your mouth can
become. I swallowed as fast as I could without choking. But I took all
that James had to give. When he had calmed, I cleaned him up with a few
bobs of my head and a lick at the overflow in his pubic hair. His spent
cock collapsed along his hip and I moved up to kiss James. He met my kiss
tiredly. He was spent and I loved that I had brought him there. But
before he could go to sleep, I needed to know.

"James, when did you have a vasectomy?"

His sultry, afterglow smile faded. He looked away for a second then looked
back. "I was fifteen."

"Fifteen! Why?"

"Daddy took me to Dallas for a huge garden expo. My roses were entered and
I was going to receive an award. He took me a few days early. After we
got to the hotel, the next morning he took me to a doctor's office. They
gave me a pill that made me sleepy. I woke in the hotel bed with an ice
pack in my lap and daddy fed me pills every few hours. When it was time to
go to the show, I was better and didn't ache. I didn't know what it was at
first. I heard what they called it, but didn't know what it meant."

"But why?"

"When I looked it up in the dictionary when we got home, I asked daddy. He
told me he didn't want any more retarded bastards to raise."

The old man had had him sterilized. He couldn't have had children even if
he wanted to. The choice was taken from him.

"When daddy died, Doc told me I needed to find a good wife and have some
kids. I hadn't told him about the special trip to Dallas, but I did that
day. He was so angry he threatened to dig daddy up and shoot him."

I was too emotional to speak. A lump was lodged in my throat. But I
kissed him. I kissed him long and hard, hoping to give every scrap of love
I felt to him with that woefully pitiful gesture. When I pulled away,
there were tears in his eyes.

"I will always be grateful Alex that you are sharing your family with me.
I never thought I would have one."

"I'm not sharing. I decided long before today that you are going to adopt
them and be a parent in every sense of the word. They will be your kids.
You didn't father them, but I know you will love them every day of their
lives."

We started kissing again, long and hard. He moved over me, placing his big
body on top of mine. The kisses turned more and more passionate. James
started rocking against me; his erection nestled next to mine, rubbing in
the soft hair of his belly. He must have found the motion as pleasant as I
because we started thrusting against each other. Our natural lubricant
eased our way. The motion of his hips became more urgent, more forceful.
I knew we were both on edge. I looked up into his eyes and smiled and told
him I loved him. He erupted with a great cry. Feeling his cock twitch
with each jet of his semen caused me to erupt with him.

We dozed off and on through the night. We turned to each other whenever we
awoke. James took me in his mouth and it was wonderful, hesitant, but
wonderful. A couple of hours before the sun rose, James asked if that was
all there was to making love. I laughed and told him no, there was lots
more. He told me that he had seen one of the field hands and a girl under
one of the apple trees. He said he watched him bounce on top of her. Then
he told me he saw two of the stable hands in the tack room, one lying on
his stomach, and the other lay on top of him and bounced on him. He asked
if we were going to bounce on each other. I laughed and explained that we
would, but that the first time could hurt and I didn't want to hurt him.
He grinned and told me that nothing had hurt so far. He was eager, and I
saw no reason to wait. I pushed him onto his stomach and decided to just
go for it.

I kissed his neck and massaged his shoulders. I trailed my tongue on the
bumps of his spine until I met the furry patch above his dimpled cheeks. I
massaged the orbs of his ass and kissed my way down his spine. I pushed
his legs apart and skimmed my fingers through his crack. The moment I
brushed his hole, James moaned. He definitely wasn't an inhibited lover.
I pulled away from his crack with my fingers and moved my mouth down to
him. I tasted his warm skin and nuzzled his hole with my nose. I used my
tongue in a swirling pattern to part the thick hair away from the prize.
It made him squirm. I felt James open the moment I touched my tongue to
him. I pushed inside him and started thrusting into him with my tongue.
Each plunge had James crying out his pleasure. When he was sufficiently
wet and loose, I rose over him and placed myself at his opening. Before I
thrust, I kissed his ear and told him I loved him. Then I pushed slightly.
I rocked into him gently, waiting for him to protest as I sank slowly into
his warm channel. He never did. When I was seated fully, James turned his
head and asked when the pain would happen. I just smiled and said that
there obviously wasn't going to be any. With that I pulled out slowly than
sank back in. I thought I would die from it. His inner muscles begged me
to stay and pulled at me. He was warm and moist and I was fisted to almost
orgasm by his tight body. I began to move in earnest. Each thrust had
James moaning louder. Each bounce of my hips sent me higher. I felt the
hairiness of his legs as he wrapped them around mine. I felt his hands
clasp mine where they braced me. I moved again and again within him. I
knew it wasn't going to last. The sensations were just too good. I
started to buck, as I got closer. It wouldn't be long now. I felt James
clasp me harder. His moans had reached that fever pitch telling me he was
about to cum. One last deep thrust was all I needed and I exploded,
feeling James clasp me as he followed. My cries were ripped from me with
each milking motion of James' body. I was on fire and only hoped to
survive.

When we came back to earth, I rolled away from James, leaving him with a
wet plop. James rolled onto his back and stared at me in wonder. He told
me he didn't think it was possible: he was still hard. He looked down at
his erection than smiled at me. He asked if it was his turn. I smiled and
nodded. I was so relaxed that I doubted I would cum again. I was wrong.

James rolled me onto my stomach and followed the exact same motions as I.
He lapped at me and opened me with his mouth. Then he lay on top of me and
thrust into me to the hilt. Finesse he hadn't learned. He immediately
started thrusting heavily into me. He wasn't rough, but he was definitely
... thorough. It had been ten years since I had done this. But James
didn't hurt me; he was too gentle and tender to do that. But my ass took a
heavy pounding that morning. He kept up his steady thrusts, grazing my
prostate with each downward stroke. I wasn't going to last, he was too
good, so much a natural, sensual lover. Twenty or thirty of his hard
thrusts and I came, clamping him as I went over the edge. I felt James
continue his motions, moving in that same in to the hilt, out to the crown
motion. I don't know how he did it, but it was a good five minutes later
and he was still at it. He moaned and groaned with each thrust. I felt
myself build again, in awe that I could possibly cum again. After I came
the second time, I felt James twitch then shudder into me. Each spurt of
his orgasm caused him to grunt in animalistic pleasure. He collapsed on my
back when the last of his spasms died. He stayed in place and slowly
nuzzled the back of my neck with his nose. He stayed there, his big body
inside me and surrounding me, protective and cosseted. I loved him more
than I thought possible. We didn't have sex; we made love. Before he
moved away, James told me how much he enjoyed what we had done. His simple
statement of: I like this, warmed me. It also made me laugh. I decided we
needed a break. I pulled away from him and led him to the bathroom.
Inside was a huge old-fashioned claw foot tub, big enough for the two of
us. I filled it with warm, bubbly water and had James climb in. I settled
between his thighs and lay back against his strong, broad, warm chest. He
asked why we were taking a bath and I told him we needed to soak, to help
our aching bodies.

After the bath, we both needed to get a start on the day. I went to my
clothes and was getting ready to put on my briefs when James stared at
them. He asked why I chose briefs. I told him that I liked the support.
He didn't understand so I told him to try them on. He sat down to do it.
I knew he would be uncomfortable with his balls and cock at the seat. He
stood and winced at the snug fit. I smiled and reached in to pull
everything forward for him. He seemed to relax for a second, and then he
grew still. He started getting hard in my hand. I pulled my hand out of
the underwear and James looked at me. His face was taught with desire. He
reached down and pulled off the underwear and pushed me on the bed. He was
erect and starting to drip. I didn't know if I could take another pounding
so soon. But James just pushed me onto the bed and approached me and lay
in the opposite direction. I understood completely and took him in my
mouth as he took me. We both moved over each other, letting the warm
wetness of our mouths please us. It didn't take long, it never does and we
tasted each other's essence. We lay there, basking in love for a few more
minutes, watching the sky turn light with the dawn of a new day.

James needed to get up and do his daily chores. I decided to go and check
on the horses. James walked into the stables as I was washing up. It was
almost time to go in for breakfast. James took one look at me and got a
real hungry look in his eyes. He pulled me into the tack room. He pulled
at my belt and stripped off my pants and briefs. He picked me up and put
me against the wall with my legs wrapped around him. He pulled out his
erection and slammed into me. I wasn't ready, but I was overwhelmed by the
raw, animal passion that roared to life between us. James must have known
I wasn't ready, because he just stayed in place. When I relaxed around
him, he pulled out only to slam into me again. I cried out. Each thrust
went faster and faster, building both of us to the end. When we were both
teetering on the brink, each thrust James began to chant 'I love you.' He
screamed it at the top of his lungs when he came inside me. I couldn't
help it and erupted against his shirt. He pulled out of me but still held
me against the wall, knowing it was his leaning that kept him standing just
as his leaning kept me from melting into a puddle on the floor. After a
few minutes, we went up to the house, grinning like idiots. We were still
grinning at breakfast, after he changed his shirt of course. Doc saw us
and smiled at us and winked at me. I had made the right decision.

There was a second stable on the property. The old man had built the first
for breeding horses, the second for saddle horses. We converted it into a
first class veterinary hospital. I was able to practice at home and keep a
watch on the kids. It took almost two years for the adoption to go
through, but it was worth it. James cried for a long time that night in my
arms when it was finally over. When Doc had a minor stroke a few years
later, he retired and stayed with us in the house. He helped James run the
business side of the ranch. There have been stares and rumors but neither
of us care. I love him and he loves me. The kids both adore James and I
have never once regretted my decision. I lost a few clients, but not
enough to matter. Most of the people in this world don't care. The closed
minded are the loudest, but there are just as many people who were happy
for our little family as there were bigots. Missy took James to her first
father-daughter event in the seventh grade. We both cheered as Brad made
the basketball team and went to state. We both were choked up at their
college graduations. James cried harder at Missy's wedding than anyone
else. Twenty-three years to the day we came together, we welcomed our
first grandchild into the world: James Alexander.