Date: Mon, 10 May 2004 00:49:20 EDT From: JMZ1130@aol.com Subject: The Rice Grower (Part 2) The Rice Grower by The heritical Hawk *****PART TWO ****** I followed him to his double wide that is situated in the midst of rice paddies. Huge rice paddies. The place is swarming with "Cow Birds." They are really Cattle Egrets. Beautiful white birds with "S" shaped necks, long feather plumes on the back of their head and walk gracefully about on long black legs. They feed on all the crawfish that live in the mud of the rice paddies.Also eat tons of insects every day. Truly the farmers' friends. There were hundreds of these long legged white beauties everywhere on his property. This let me know that he gave a great deal of consideration to wildlife and the ecology of his farm. The road bed is built up to be above the water level in the fields. It was hardpacked soil. The Double wide house was on a man made "island" at the end of the private causeway. Nice and dry. The road was one lane wide which meant that I could easily be trapped there if anything nefarious was afoot. It was almost a half-mile from the road to his home. I just had to take this chance. That's the kinda guy he is. That's the effect he has on me. Caution be damned. The double wide he lived in was not just a trailer. It was landscaped with shrubs, flowers and large Live Oak trees. Really nice. A home. No trailer trash here. A man of pride lived here and cared for the place. This man named Kurt. It was his home, and it was very nicely kept and pleasant place. Neat as a pin. It said, "Welcome." I felt welcome and comfortable. His wife's picture was the first thing I saw on the table in the living room. I'd love to be able to tell you that she's a fat slob who has no business with a man like this in her life. Alas! She is drop dead gorgeous! Just the type you'd expect a stud like this to marry. You know...the perfect couple. The beautiful people. I figure she must weigh all of 110! Blonde hair. Looks really sweet and hot at the same time. Damn! No kids pictures though. I asked Kurt if they had any. I wish I hadn't. He got this pained look on his face, and I knew it was something I should not have asked. "Look man, I'm sorry if I brought up something painful." "Oh that's okay Jim. We tried to have kids and actually had a little boy. Baby Lucas. He died after only two days of life. He's buried under the Live Oak in front of the living room window. Under all those flowers." He seemed compelled to continue. Saying,"Since that happened, Shirley doesn't want to ever try again. We haven't had sex in months. I mean M-o-n-t-h-s! She's turned off on sex..or me." I knew it couldn't be him. Noboby could be turned off on this beautiful hunk of manhhod. That's when it dawned on me why he was so ready to hear what I muttered in the supermarket. He was dead Horny! He was ready for someone like me to come along. I'm sure glad it was me! I'd followed him to this rice plantation to solve that problem for him. Solve it, I would. We went to the "guest bedroom" because I told him I wouldn't have sex with him in their bed. I wouldn't violate there private sanctum. When I said that, he grabbed me and almost squeezed the breath outta me. "Thanks Jim! You're a real man. When I come to your place someday, I'll respect your wife the same way." THAT BLEW MY MIND! We hadn't even done anything yet and here he was telling me about our future meetings! That scared me a bit. It thrilled me a lot. Thrilled beats sacred any day. I don't know if you know anything about Double Wides or not. Once you're past the living room/dining room and the Master suite, the rooms are small. Really small. This bedroom was about the size of a big walk-in closet, with only room for a double bed and a small dresser. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to take off his boots. I volunteered let him use me as a "boot puller" to get them off. I straddled his leg, facing away from him, and pulled the boot by the heel to get it off his size 12 foot. As it came off, I got a huge rush smelling the mixture of hot, damp leather and man sweat. I wanted to suck on the toes of his grey boot socks! That's something I don't do, but in his case... "This man is literally good enough to eat", I say to myself. "Thanks Jim. You know how to do that real well. Musta had a lot of experience at it." There's that smile with just a touch of a smartaleck snear thrown in. This guy sure as hell knows how to push my buttons, and when to do it! He is driving me crazy with desire. Of course, I know he's trying to find out a few things about me. He'll know all he wants to know, but just doesn't know it yet. Next it was my "job" to pull down his painted on jeans. I push him back on the bed, looking at this magnificent specimen of manhood. I'm shaking like a virgin inside. I think he can tell by the way he's looking at me while he's leaning on his elbows. There's that smile! [That sloshing sound is me melting inside!] Unbuttoning the waist, I s-l-o-w-l-y slide the zipper down over that huge mancock mound. Savoring every second of it. God! It's been so long since I've had an experience like this. Oh, don't get me wrong. There have been countless men come through my life. Many, many hot ones. Then there's the rest of them...that we all know about. Anyway, back to this delightful man. He slowly raises his hips off the bed so I can pull and tug at these tight Levis. Slowly (on purpose) they come down and off his muscular, hairy legs. Next...the Calvins. The cotton was straining to contain that massive dick and those ripe...over ripe...huge balls in their hairy sack. There is this big wet spot at the head of his dick. He's drenching himself in precum. It's goin' to waste! This is just too fuckin' much to bear. I go down onto that spot and start sucking that precum right through those shorts! There's a slight hint of dried piss mixed in with this man juice. I'm totally overwhelmed by the best smell of all. His man crotch smell hits me like a ton of bricks. It is driving me mad. A delightful, testosterone driven, musky man smell. Nothing else compares to it. Nothing! I start rooting like a pig digging for truffels! Rubbing my face all over his crotch to get his smell all over me and as much up my nose as I can. Kurt is moaning and saying, "God. Suck that big dick...NOW!" Hmm. I heard that command. Raising my head, I say, "Yes SIR." That did it! He sat bolt upright. He loves for me to call him "Sir." He snatches his shorts off in one swift motion, knocking me to the side in the process. Of course, in this little room, I can't go too far. I start laughing and he says,"Funny? I'll show you funny, boy." God! He's totally into this role playing. Great! I'm gonna be whatever or whoever he wants me to be. We're gonna have HOT sex! I say, "Sorry Sir. I didn't mean to be a bad boy. Guess now I'll have to be punished." "You're e damn right, you...you cocksucker! My cocksucker!" Then he grabs my head and starts pushing me down to his cock. I "resist" so he will be my master in charge. "Open wide cocksucker! You're gonna get nine inches of MAN down your dick sucking throat. You'd better take it all too." Here I am getting all I'd hoped for...and more! I can't let him know just how much I'm enjoying this. Not for a while at least. I pretend to be afraid like a kid would be. I put that big hot cockhead in my mouth and suck the precum outta the piss slit. Gotta get more! I start running my tongue all around the head of this man's magnificent tool. Raising my head, I say, "Am I doing it alright Sir?" "Fuck yeah boy. Now really show me how good you are at sucking my big man meat. You said you wanted it. All the cocks you've sucked before today were just learnin' so you can suck your Daddy Man's dick right. This is the BEST cock you've ever sucked, ain't it?" "Oh yes Sir! The very best...and the biggest. I love my Daddy man's big meat." Man! He really is into this role! I fuckin' love it! I'm into it too! I'm leaking all over myself inside my jeans. Suddenly, I feel a smack on both sides of my head! He's grabbing my head in his huge burley hands and is going to fuck my hot mouth with that tool of his. I'm in cocksuckers heaven. Can't help but moan with delight as I suck and tongue every inch of that wonderous fuck stick. "That's right you cocksucking, faggot boy . Let Daddy hear how much you love his big dick. You like my German meat don't you boy?" "Umm!" is all I am able to say as he is pounding my mouth and down my throat with that hot sex tool of his. I start to cup and massage those big, lucious cum filled nuts of his. God! They smell heavenly! Hot man musk right in my face, slapping my chin. I can't believe how much more intense this face fucking is getting. He's determined to fuck me like I've never been mouth fucked before. Maybe I should say throat fucked 'cause he has that thing down my throat so that my nose was just buried in his hot, man scent drenched crotch hairs. Each thrust of his hips is bringing me closer to esctacy. My own nine incher is pumping out precum all over my abdomen. Suddenly he pulls my head back off his cock and pulls me up on top of him. Before I am able to say a word, he grabs my face and starts kissing me like there's no tomorrow. His hot tongue is exploring every inch of my mouth. I am in in pure esctacy and cannot get enough of this man. Just as suddenly as he started kissing me...he stops. "I just wanted to see what my big cock tastes like. I've always wanted to be able to suck it myself, but am not that flexible. I did just barely lick the tip once. It caused me to shoot my load all over my face. Got some in my mouth. I tasted pretty damn good, even if I do say so," "Well, Sir, what do you think about the taste of you in my mouth?. "I don't know. I don't think I got enough of it all over you yet. Wadda you think boy? You want some more of it?" "Oh yes Sir. ALL you'll give me, Sir." "What about if I unload my hot nuts in your cocksucking mouth, you man whore? I'll bet you'd like to drink my cum, wouldn't you? You'd swallow it all too." "Oh yes Sir. Please Sir. Give it all to me, please Sir. I'm your cum pig! Let me root for it, please." "Well, you're gonna have to be punished some more for being a bad boy today. Acting like a common street whore in the grocery store, and all." "You're right Sir. What punishment are you gonna give me?" "Well, boy, I know how much you like and want my big cock down your throat. Let me see, I guess I'll punish you by NOT letting you have anymore. You'll just have to get nekkid and sit in the floor. I'm gonna stand over you and jack my big dick in your face. Then I'm gonna cum all over you. You can't drink my cum today." "Oh pleeeze Sir! I need it so bad. I want you in my whore mouth. I want you to feed me your manjuice." "SHUT UP! Get nekkid and cower on the floor over here in this corner, boy. You're mine...all mine. Now do it, boy!" I rip my clothes off as fast as I can. Never taking my eyes off this man in front of me whose face was somehow different while he is in this "zone" of his. It is a bit scary and thrilling at the same time. Like I said, Thrilling is better than scared. Guess which feeling I'm going with? I stood up straight to get my foot out of my jeans leg and he grabs me again and pulls me to him. With his face briusing mine in an embrace I've only dreamt of for years, he's whispering in my ear. "You think this is just some casual sex game Jim. It's not, and you're gonna know that before you leave here." Well, as sacred as that made me, I realized that he at least wasn't going to murder me and bury me in a rice paddie! Without warning again, he's pushing me back into the corner..not hurting me at all. Well, a bit...but in a good way. Suddenly he grabbed hold of my cock and starts massaging it like it is his own. He sure knew how to make my "John Henry" (yeah! That's what I named it) feel real good. I could tell though that he wasn't too experienced at jacking another man's cock. If he ony knew mine could be like it was his own... just for the asking! "Damn man! You're hung as big as I am! Maybe bigger." "Yeah, I know. I like yours best though." "Why's that?" "'Cause it's hooked onto you, stud!" Giving me that grin again,"I'll bet you skewered quite a few dudes and women with that thing, haven't you JIm?" "I've had my share." "Share hell! You've had more'n your share. I can just tell. You've got that "I'm a sex fiend" look about you now that I look closer." Really? Is that what you see,Sir?" I'll tell you what I see, boy. I see you sliding down that fuckin' wall right now and sittin' there while I have me some fun with you. Got that?" Before I am able to utter a sound, I'm shoved down by those strong, muscular arms. There above me is this most gorgeous man. His massive cock looming over me. I know inside that I am his to do with as he wants. I think he knows it too. I hope he knows it. "Take a look up here,boy. Watch this man jack his big cock over you. You Like it don't you?" "Yes Sir. I like anything you want to do Sir." "Now that's a good boy if I ever heard one. I'm a MAN and don't you ever forget it!" "Oh I won't Sir! You're all man. Everything about you shouts M-A-N!" "That's right. I AM an M-A-N, and it ain't my fault my baby boy didn't live. I didn't shoot a bad load, like that bitch tries to say I did. It wasn't my fault. It was probably her side of the family. Fucking Irish bastards." He's standing over me, jacking that massive love missile and tears are runninng down his beautiful face! Oh my God! Now I'm getting scared, for sure. What's gonna happen? Am I in danger? Like his other recent movements, he suddenly grabs me by my arm and effortlessly hauls me to my feet. Again, he's bruising my face with his and kissing me on my neck. I feel his hot tears on my face and neck. As he rubs his beautiful face over mine, I get a chance to taste his salty tears on my lips. As sick as that might sound, it turned me on even more. Another of his body fluids I get for my own. See? "Kurt...please tell me how I can help you." "Oh shit man! You already have. You saw me in the fuckin' store and wanted me. You told me you did, and here you are. And here I am wanting you just as bad! Am I a... am I a fuckin' queer?" "Kurt, do you think of me as just a fuckin' queer?" Oh God NO Jim. I think you're really a hot dude. In fact, I think I'd like to suck your cock. I'm scared about that Jim. I have never done that before. Believe me." "I'll tell you what Kurt. Just forget all that for today. We're gonna see each other again." "Are you tellin' me the truth? Will you see me again?" "Well, you've already told me that you're gonna be good and respectful when you come to my home. So...I guess it's a done deal, Kurt." Tears were welling up in those blue eyes again. This time they were tears of...for lack of a better word...appreciation. Again he asks, "So you ARE gonna see me. Right?" I hold him by his shoulders and say,"Only if YOU want to Kurt." "Oh hell yeah, JIm. I want that 'cause you have let me know I am still a man. A desirable M-A-N! I guess I need to see you again. I don't want you to be just another guy who's sucked me off. I want you to be my buddy. What do you say?" "Phew! That's what I say Kurt. You are the most unbelieveably warm man I've met in a long time. Also a man who gets into to playing a game so sex won't just be slap, bam, thank you man." "Hey. Don't you mean 'thank you Ma'am' ?" "Well, who's the "ma'am" here? You? Me? I don't see any ma'am. I see two MEN who are enjoying each other." "Are you REALLY enjoying being with me Jim?" "Oh shit Kurt! If you weren't so fuckin' loveable, I'd kick your gorgeous hairy ass!" We both get a laugh outta that. It breaks up what's left of the awful tension that came bubbling up out of his grief. If nothing else happened here today, I've helped him vent his grief over his profound loss, and the agony of being unfairly faulted for it. Somehow, Shirley isn't as pretty to me now as her picture in the living room. After this unexpected change in the mood, you'd think that sex was over between us. You'd be right in one respect. You'd definitely be wrong in another... We both realize that the moment is past for now. I dress and so does kurt. I start to go to the door to leave when he's suddenly blocking my way. "Jim. Promise me you'll see me again. Give me your phone number. I'll give you mine." He didn't realze I'd already memorized his from the phone in the living room. I'm pretty sneaky that way.) "Kurt, I just can't take a chance on giving out my phone number until I know you better." "Okay. Okay. How about at least giving me your address so I'll know where you live. After all, you sure as hell know where I live." "That's sounds reasonable enough Kurt. Just promise me you won't do anything foolish. I have a wife to consider. I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. Understand where I'm coming from? I'm dead serious about that Kurt. No...I'm Texas dead serious." "Sure. I understand where you're comin' from. I promise to be a good boy." "Wait a minute! Are YOU the boy now? AH! HA! " "Yeah I guess I am. Why?" "Why? I'll tell you why, puppy. Now you'll know what this Daddy man can do for his bad boy! No. Make that 'do to' his bad boy." "Oh yeah?' "Yeah! Hell yeah, boy. Come here where you belong...and do it NOW." Grabbing him, I kissed him like I know he's never been kissed by a man...or maybe even a woman. Who knows...Who cares! He has just melted into my arms. He IS "my boy" now. This hunk of man. This dream come true. I KNOW he's mine for the taking and, by God, take him I will...totally. Just not today. Not totally... Why? It's just that men like Kurt are rare. I just proved to him just how rare I think he is. Right here in his front doorway with it wide open, looking out over acres and acres of rice paddies and hundreds cowbirds. Overlooking little Lucas' grave. Right here I showed him. He knows it now for sure. ****************** I've left for home now, and I can tell you that I proved to Kurt that I could, would and did drain that irrigation hose he keeps in his pants. Just like I said in the supermarket. Even better. I drank all of him! He's dry ...for now. He's satisfied...for now. I am not! I want more of this man. My motto;,"Too much is never enough" sure fits how I feel about him. Him...he's my rice grower. I drank deeply and lustfully of his heady, intoxicating aroma and delicious man juices. His elixer. Satisfying, wonderful...and yet, I already want more. More of his hot jizz filling my cumpig mouth and throat. More of his sweat. Even more of his tears. More of his ripe man fragrance. His "perfume." His 'fume that I'm wearing all over me. Hell. Just plain more of him. All of him. I want to melt into him so we will be one, where there are now two. Fuck Shirley and the pig that rode her in here. He's mine now. There WILL be other times I know! Kurt has told me there will be. He is NOT a man who takes "no" for an answer IF It's something he wants. I don't either. Hmmm. Wonder who will be Daddy man next time? For whatever reason...he wants me. That much I know already. I am flattered to know that I've still "got it." Whatever the hell that "it" is. Like I told you,Kurt asked me for my address. Unlike me at all...I gave it to him. Don't ask me how, I just know I can trust him. ****************** Just a few minutes ago, my wife came in here where I'm typing this and said a huge truck pulled up and is turning 'round in our driveway. Driving really slow. My heart skipped a beat. Was he here to blow my life to pieces? Scared shitless again, I went out the front door. He was driving slowly by...looking at my house. He had been down the street and turned around. I went down to the end of the drive and asked him what he was doing. "I just wanted to be sure you gave me the right address Jim. Besides, I miss you already." "I know I'm good Kurt, but this is ridiculous. Now don't you ever stop being ridiculous! You hear me?" "Damn Jim. You must like me, like I like you!" "Looks like it stud!" "Now go away. At least for now! Not for too long." *********************** This is going to be an unusual journey. Not one that I fear though. We both have too much to loose, and we know it. I sent him on his way with a promise of even better times to come. I will keep that promise. As he was driving away, he called back, "I'm not going to the grocery store!" Then there was that laugh again. My heart melted. I started humming to myself as I walked back up to the house. At the door was "she who must be obeyed"....watching. Before she could say a word, I looked at her, smiled, hugged her and said, "Just a guy who was asking directions, dear." "Nice rice truck, eh?" I could hear that beast roaring as he shifted gears going down the back road towards his home. Hopefully, with a smile on his beautiful, manly face. I know I've got a smile inside right now that's almost as big as my hard on! ******************************* Did you like this story? Please let me know. Write me at: jmz1130@aol.com [IMAGE] The author There will be more of The Rice Grower in my life. If you liked this, let me know so he can be in yours too.