Farm Boy Sells His Milk, Part Three

Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 14:04:03 -0700
From: Jay roberts
Subject: “Farm Boy Sells His Milk, Part Three” by Jay Roberts Gay rural

As he drove up to the cabin he saw a figure on the lawn near the front
door. He got out of the truck and walked toward the figure. It was a
young man of heroic build, a young football player no doubt. He had a buzz
cut of white blond, but this severe haircut failed to make him look mean or
dangerous because of his fine, handsome features. But he worn a practiced
jock scowl.

He had been using weights in power lifting and they now lay on the grass.
He stood, tree trunk legs apart, hands on hips, athlete style and spoke in
a loud, deep accusative voice. “What the fuck do you want?”

Ignoring or not realizing that the guy was angry, Seth answered sweetly,
“Howdy sir. I see you believe in healthy things like weight lifting. I
know you need some of my milk here.”

The giant, muscled boy of about six feel six inches stared at the tow
headed kid in front of him.

“Don’t need no milk, unless…”

That “unless” came as he surveyed the tasty boy dish in front of him. Now
Growler Perry had been a high school footballer. He had hoped to get a
college scholarship but up to now, one year later he was still at home.
Although he seemed the epitome of straight rough trade, in fact he was a
secret gay boy. It was that side of him that began to react to Seth. He
took in the smooth gleaming exposed skin on the boy’s shoulder and his
great body shape. A humming was beginning in his ears and vibrating down
his back.

With a crafty look he asked, “There’s another kind of milk that I know how
to produce. You interested?”

“Wall I do aim to sell my milk. Here reach down and take one of these
bottles and I kin give you a free sample taste.”

He shook he head in disgust, but Growler leaned over and reached for one of
the bottles. From this position he displayed his big, shapely ass. Seth
was immediately attracted to that fine hind quarter and he reached out to
pat in the way he did with his cows.

“Oh my, yes rear end is jis as nice as my prize winning heifers.” He
patted and rubbed and without realizing it he reached for the cows teats,
which in this case was Growlers big cock that had escaped from his jersey
work out shorts.

“Boy, boy don’t!” Growler called loudly. He was a potential bottom and
crazy sensitive about his ass that reacted to any touch. His voice became
softer and more resigned, especially because Seth kept rubbing and pinching
the inviting rump. “If you want to mate with me, I think I’m up for it.”
said Growler reluctantly, “But if I ever here about you telling I will take
you apart, piece by piece. And to be sure,” he reached for his wallet and
took out a bunch of 20′s. ” Maybe this will help you forget.”

Seth laughed in glee. It was a combination of the money and also the big
guys giving in to what Seth’s big cock could do. Seth shoved the money
into his Bibb’s that were pooled around his ankles, then pulled them off.
He also pulled down the Jersey shorts that hid Growlers magnificent ass
from view. Immediately his big pulsing fuzzy ass was revealed. Seth
pulled the big pear halves apart and checked out the puckered hole, ringed
with blond hair.

Without further waiting, cause he was getting hotter by the moment, Seth
shoved his blunt cock into the hot hole. Growler squealed like a girlie.
Then he called in a high voice, “Come on you hick, you rural rutter, you
plowboy, give it to me hard. Ride me!”

That was all the fun ahead thought Seth and he called out, “Whoo-ee.” He
began rapidly and roughly fucking the muscle giant, slapping his ass and
sides sharply. Every blow brought the big mass of passion closer to his
might release.

Growler was in love, for the moment, with that pistoning

Seth giggled at the game that the big guy suggested. He quickly pulled
down the varsity boy’s shorts exposing a fine fuzzy ass. Growler was
moving and jerking around so that Seth had to hold him steady with one hand
as he dropped his overalls. The faintly hairy asshole was on full display
now.

“Sir, I guess you have amind fer me to enter your hole back here.”

Growler growled like bear awakened from his winter hibernation. “Stop
jabbering and get your thing in me.”

“Thing?” Seth asked with fake innocense. Of course he knew exactly what
was ahead. All ploy boys know about ploying. He moved forward and place
the head of his already dripping cock at Growler’s pucker hole. Growler
groaned in excitement and his big head tossed around just like an impatient
cow.

But after a full 15 minutes of full service fucking, Growler was totally
out of it and he had no control over his coming orgasm. His cock was
leaking and loving the milking that the cheeky farmer was giving him. With
a high pitched scream his cock began to pulse out jock spooge and his ass
hole spasmed around the milk boy’s cock. With a loud moan he gave in to
his cum and squirted a full quart of farm milk into the vibrating hole.

He pulled out with a noisy thwack and Growler scrambled to his feet, his
fists up in a fighting stance. His old rough voice had returned. “Get
outa here pronto. And don’t ever come back and definitely forget me and
this place.” He advanced threateningly toward Seth. Seth grabbed his over
alls and ran naked back to his truck.

When he arrived home, his brother Pick was delighted with the money. “Hey,
our milk is worth a lot.” But when he heard that his brother hadn’t sold
even one bottle, he began to piece together the real story. “My pretty
brother got paid for sex. You daug. Did you lak it?”

“Mightily, and brother, I larned a new thang. It’s got to do with asses.”

Now Pick was a secret bottom. He never told his brother for fear the boy
would get too bossy and Pick would lose his superior position at the farm.

But Seth was smart, he noted that his brother pulled his ass tight and sat
down to protect it. “Say brother, would you lak me to massage yer rear
end.”

At those words, Pick’s eyes began to close in passion and his mouth hung
open. He had trouble speaking, but he husked out, “Maybe brother, we kin
see ’bout that tonight.”

Seth laughed in pleasure. This coming night would change their
relationship and he looked forward to entering his brothers, smooth, lean
ass and hear his cries of passion. He leaned forward and for the first
time in his life, he grabbed Pick and put his hand behind the older boy’s
neck and drew him to him with a firm push. Pick struggled a bit, then he
sighed deeply and surrender his lips to Seth’s advances. When they
separated, both breathless, Seth knew that he was slowly gaining ascendency
over his brother. He thought, “I’ll get his ass tonight.”

The boys shared a bed in the little loft of the farm house. Tonight, Seth
kept himself awake to see what would happen. He determined not to make the
first move. If this was a battle of wills, getting Pick to make the first
move was the war won.

About a half hour of lying awake, Seth realized that his brother had not
produced his usual soft snore. As he was mulling that over, he heard his
brother speaking to him in a tiny voice he had never heard. “Sethie, I
know yur wakeful. If’n you want to pound me, I’m given’ you permission.

Seth laughed in glee. “Now brother, git on yur back and left those slim
legs up in the air and grab them ahind the knees. That way, when I come
into you, I kin see yur face, a face I dearly love.”

This kind of talk was sending lanky Pick into a swirl of hot sexiness. His
body felt weak, but he managed to follow orders. Seth ordered with his new
authority, “Lift those hot legs higher!”

This new position exposed the boy’s slightly fuzzy asshole. Seth looked
close and judged it to be the finest one he had ever seen. His cock was
stiff and needful, but he knew he had to treat carefully, otherwise he
would scare his prey away. He rubbed the pretty puckered hole gently.
Pick moaned loudly. “Brother, don’t tease me or I’ll die away fright here
on this bed.”

“What you want Babe? I’m no mind reader. Tell me.”

Pick groaned with growing passion tinged with a bit of annoyance over the
game his brother was playing. But throwing all pride to the winds, he said
hoarsely, “Push that family prick into my hole and fuck the shit outta me.”

“Okay big brother. Don’t git yurself too riled up, save it for the fuck.”
Without a howdy do, Seth rammed his sex organ up to the hilt into the
squealing boy. At first Pick was so angry he would have gladly killed his
little brother with the shotgun sittin’ ‘gainst the wall, but Seth paused a
moment and then began an insist in and out, sawing over the older boy’s hot
prostate. In a moment, Pick forgot who was fucking him and even where he
was. He kept up a steady chorus of howls and guttural cries.

Seth watched his brother’s face turning into an idiot’s look. He was red
and drooling, his tongue hanging out. He was dripped so much precum over
his lean belly that at first Seth thought he had already delivered his
milk, but then the real drama began. Picks legs began heaving in a fuck
motion and he was grunting like a pig. “Oh shit,” he hollered, “Here it
fuckin’ cums.”

He was prisoner to his orgasm as he spurted a pailful of slippery juice
onto his stomach with some spurts reaching his lips. He licked it up and
moaned louder.

Seth felt the clutching of his penis by the throes of his brother’s orgasm
and he shut off his thinking and let it happen. When he came to, almost
having fainted from the force of his cum, he felt his brother rubbing his
back saying, “Now, now pretty boy. You’re fine. Speak to me.”

Seth snapped to consciousness. “That was real fine. You think?”

“Yeah, let’s do it again and every day.”

“I will and kin, but yur goin’ stop bein’ so lazy and help more ’round
here.”

“I promise.”

End