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Posted on
April 9, 2010 by
BathHouse in
Rural
Arnie poured the coffee. His grandparents still made coffee in a percolater. He smiled. The Mr. Coffee Machine he had sent as a gift was probably somewhere in one of the many kitchen cabinets that were on three walls. He’d look later.
His Grandfather had passed away 12 months ago. The emergency leave allowed him to be there for the funeral. But almost immediately he climbed aboard a military transport to get back to the desert assignment and his buddies there.
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Posted on
April 4, 2010 by
BathHouse in
Rural
My father was a funeral director except back in the 1940s folks called him ‘the undertaker’. That’s just how it was in those days. Ours was a small town but with a large rural community which made ‘Robert McKenzie and Son’ a highly profitable business. In case you’re wondering, Robert was my grandfather. I was just 13 years old when these events took place.
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Posted on
April 3, 2010 by
BathHouse in
Rural
Hi, This is Dennis. I’m 21 years old. I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I weigh 135 pounds. I work at Ameristar casino. I was off for a few days. I woke up in the middle of the night to go pee and stuff. I decided to get on my computer and see who was on Gay.com. In the Omaha room there was only one person. I thought I might chat with this person because it was only 2:00 am.
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Posted on
March 18, 2010 by
BathHouse in
Rural
Going Camping but things take an expected turn from being out of work to getting a good job and fitting in with the crew very well
John my mate came over to see me and since it was nice and warm with temperature outside around 85oF. I grabbed two beers and we went outside and sat under the trees where there was a nice breeze.
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Posted on
March 17, 2010 by
BathHouse in
Rural
I looked down at the face of a young man from the city. His flesh was pink from the cold but his eyes were bright. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins and cursed softly under my breath. I loved farming but had spent far too much time on my own. I struggled to control my emotions.
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Posted on
February 23, 2010 by
Bath House Admin in
Authoritarian, Rural
While I was living on the farm with my family, we would occasionally go into our small nearby town for supplies and auto repair. I was still in school so most of our visits in town were on the week ends. My father was having some problem with one of our farm trucks and made arrangements to leave it at the local garage while he ran some errands and got a haircut. I was to stay close to the garage and wait for his return.
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Posted on
February 17, 2010 by
posingstrap in
Rural
“…brad’s thunderthighs was tremblin gainst m’head, his balls bruizin m’tonge, n Samson’s cock was swellin n’juicin so much it made slipslappin sounds, an then suddenly Samson’s assmuscles jus plain clenched round m’tremblin boyboner an i felt somethin cave-in deep inside, an i started gruntin n’knifin m’hips up deep in horny bursts.
‘Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!’ it wasn’t even m’own voice…”
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Posted on
February 5, 2010 by
gahom4 in
Rural
The town I live in is small, cattle and horse country. Nothing much happens.
The Kelly Gang came through here once, years ago, but I was too young ta
remember it. It’s a shame. I love hearing stories `bout Ned Kelly. He was a
real something. A regular Outback hero.
I do remember when they strung `im up. I cried, until me brother Angus said
I shouldn’t. It was the first time I saw a newspaper. Couldn’t read it yet.
I was seven. Angus read it to me. I can read now. I’m eleven and Angus `s
seventeen.
Angus and me, we’re best friends. We got three sisters, and I luv `em all,
but Angus and I actually go out and do things together. The lasses just sit
at home and do the washing and the knittin’.
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Posted on
January 27, 2010 by
jvoyager in
Rural
“I got the keys, guys, now go already,” Luke called as Stac and Buck climbed into the pickup.
Luke smiled as the two handsome young men finally pulled out. They were off for two weeks, a well deserved break from work, and a chance to travel north and do some camping and fishing in the forests along the state line.
Stac had asked Luke to house sit, to take care of the cows and the dog and generally keep an eye on the place. For Luke it was a break from life in town. He loved his cousin Stac and, over the last few months, had also come to love Stac’s partner, Buck. They were a devoted and attractive couple and, for Luke, they confirmed the notion of two men forming a life together as an exciting reality.
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Posted on
January 27, 2010 by
jvoyager in
Rural
They’d agreed, no Christmas presents they had to buy. Make it, that was okay, find it, something you already had, okay, too. But nothing they had to pay money for, and for sure, no credit cards to come back and haunt them later.
Stac had given it a lot of thought. Then about three weeks before Christmas he had gotten up one morning knowing what he wanted to give Buck. It was something he already had, so that was okay, within the rules. It was also something which, as much as any object could, said what he wanted to say to Buck about how he felt about him. He felt good about Buck’s present and it just got the day off to a great start.
That was a Wednesday and he was looking forward to the evening when Buck should pull in about six o’clock. Yeah, he thought as he got the cows prodded out of the barn, it was the perfect present. An hour later as he finished his chores and headed back to the house, he realized he was whistling “Jingle Bells.” Maybe he was getting a little of the Christmas Spirit after all.
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