Date: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 01:37:21 -0500 From: JM Stone Subject: His Father's Chest Part 30 PART 30: A FARMING, BOTH A FATHER AND A SON WILL GO Disclimer: This is a work of fiction intended only as a literary stimulant to enhance solo and safe sex. Anyone under age 18 should not read its contents. The presentation design attempts to prevent it from being offensive or morally repugnant. The practices and relationships in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance of this story, its characters, its occurrences, or any names including the writer's is purely coincidental. So are any similarities between this author's name and those of any other. Donate: Please contribute to Nifty.Org to support series such as "His Father's Chest" and other writings for your pleasure and entertainment. By: Jammer Stone and The Writers' Block Disappointment overwhelmed Steve as he hit the off button on his phone. His father had told him "I cannot make it back home, tonight, something has come up. More business. But I am making megs bucks, Steve. Great contacts and a lot of money and projects to keep my ass busy." "But dad, I prefer our time together to making money," Steve tried to interject, but his father was directed otherwise. "It looks like I may not be back until day after tomorrow. But son, we'll be together soon. I promise," Lee told his son. His father sounded unsure, almost hung over. His father's voice was weaker than usual, not as confident. Steve thought he had heard his grandfather in the background and perhaps another man or two. Once the disappointment had subsided, anger came next. Steve could not believe that his father would let any business delay their reunion. He knew it had only been a few days; he also knew that his father needed to grow his company again, but his father's voice sounded pre-occupied that something had come between their new relationships as men. Steve wondered how in the hell his father could be away from him and not miss him to the point of wanting to be home regardless. They had made love; he had made his father feel things his father had never felt; he had given his father unbridled sex and released him from all guilt and taboos. The fire in the pit of Steve's stomach cast great doubt and question in his mind as he thought about his father and grandfather likely being together and enjoying themselves, without him. If they had wanted him to be with them, they would have invited him. And if they were together, he wondered if they were possibly hooking up with strange and evil women or even other men. The possibilities made Steve a little crazy. For some reason, he most thought they had found a young, gorgeous and very sexy woman and was fucking her eyes out together. He could just see his father banging some slut into oblivion, and his grandfather going in for seconds and wearing the lady out. Then the strangest of thought occurred to him, what if they were enjoying each other sexually without him. After all, they were both very fit men; both without their wives; and both obviously tapping into the pleasures of the flesh and man-to-man sex for the first time in their lives or the first time in man years. Steve shivered, but he let the thought leave his mind. It made him too crazy with both sexual anxiety and anger to linger there for too long. It was getting late. Steve wished he had tried calling Lenny to see if he might be available. He wished he had answered the phone when Max Anderson had called earlier. Possibly the seductive Max wanted to ask Steve to meet him at the Country Club for some dinner and a few beers, maybe a sauna together. He wondered what General Ryan was doing next door, if he were next door. He pulled on his cock a time or two, and thought again about Wesley Ryan. Ah, the general's slick body, randy dick, and exaggerated mantis made Steve itch of sexual need. The general had not been seen in a couple of days. Steve knew he had likely insulted him, but he was hoping the general would have come around begging for some fun and games in bed. But no so. To dim his senses and help his hurt feelings, Steve went to his dad's liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff gin and tonic. He got out his stash and rolled himself a fat doobie. He gulped the gin and lit the joint and inhaled deeply. Before reclining in his favorite chair, he took out a DVD titled "The Best of Sambartini vs. Hesz," and stuck in the machine. Before the first match ended between the half naked wrestlers, Steve refreshed his drink, finished about half of the joint, and found himself getting hornier and hornier. Once he had topped his drink for a third time and finished the joint, Steve found himself totally relaxed. The possibilities of what the night could bring even at a late hour flashed through his mind. He did not care that his father was not around, but he wanted someone around. He dialed Max Anderson's number to see if his grandfather's friend wanted some late night company, but there wasn't answer. He assumed Max had found a buddy for the night. He turned the DVD to another match between Bruno Sambartini and Lou Hesz. He found a moment in the match where Bruno had Big Lou's handsome face in a leg lock with Hesz' mouth mashed into Bruno's privates while Hesz tried finding leverage by grabbing at Bruno's upper body instead he only found Sambartini's big right breast muscle to squeeze and pull. Steve began to stroke on his own cock and pushed his other hand under his tee shirt to find his wide, left nipple squeezing his cock and rubbing it a little up and down. Playing with his perked tit always brought a pretty fast charge to the young man. Watching Sambartini's hot chest and keeping his eyes focused on the outline of the bulge in Hesz's wrestling trunks was enough to make Steve even hornier. He took the last hits off his joint, enjoyed the taste and feel of the pot hitting his throat then his lungs, and he took a large swig form his glass of gin and tonic. He layed back and continued to admire the men on he screen in front of him. He no longer was thinking about what he wanted to do with his own father, instead his eyes were affixed to Bruno's fat tits. He wanted to taste them. And his mind was on having Hesz' long, beautiful legs wrapped around him while his mouth discovered that handsome man's large cock. Again, Steve wondered what Wesley Ryan might be doing. The thought of coming on he man's hot chest and rubbing his cream into the older dude's sexy tits made him crazed with sexual need of the rawest kind. Steve pinched at his own tits, fished his cock from his pants and was about to begin the rep work for a good jerk on his cock and an arousing cum session when he heard a knock on the door. If he had known it was anyone other than Wesley Ryan. he would have not answered, after all, it was late. Straightening his clothes and wishing his partial erection way, Steve called out to tell the visitor he would be just a second. >>>>> Lee saw JL and Clas Watkins there beside him. Hr looked at his watch. Hours had passed. He had remembered a few things. The meal of barbecue, the beer, even standing outside the barn when Clas and JL had removed their shirts just before they were to go horseback tiding. He also recalled being carried back into the barn, someone checking him over including taking his blood pressure. He remembered a voice telling Clas, "He's fine; perhaps exhausted, and he needs a good sleep." As Lee's mind cleared the cobwebs, he remembered earlier in the afternoon when they had arrived at the farm. He remembered meeting the hot looking Clas Watkins, and he most remembered the impression that the farmer had made on him when the farmer had removed his shirt and played with his own nipples in front of Lee. Lee recalled the great barbecue, the good beer, JL wanting to stay around to see the spread, the horses, the Hispanic man serving the barbecue, the black guy pouring the beer and licking his lips, and then he remembered the other young men tying him up on the rope and having their way with him. Yet, he didn't remember it in a real sense. Instead, his mind recounted the details as a crazy, hazy dream. Damn, was it real or dream; it seemed real. Yet, between his sleep deprivation, enormous amount of sex play, and the mix of various drugs and alcohol in the past day or so, his senses were very clouded. Lee rubbed his chest remembering how the men, five of them, had caressed all parts of his body. His tits had been worked, pulled, sucked, chewed. His ass had been licked, sucked and vacuumed; His cock had been forced into an erection. And then, he looked down and saw that the hairs remained intact around his perfect nipples. There was no halo created by Diego. He exhaled; he could not believe the details, yet the falsity of the dream. But Lee remembered the actual moments right before he had apparently passed out or fainted. He remembered when Clas reached out to undo first the top button of his shirt and then the second button. He knew he had just stood there as Clas Watkins undid all five buttons of his expensive cotton shirt and then pulled the tails from his trousers. He felt himself getting almost as exited as the evening he had invited his own son to unbutton his shirt. Lee also knew that when Clas had removed his shirt from around his shoulders to reveal all of his upper body, Clas Watkins said, "Damn, holy hell, you have the chest of a god, Lee Jacobs. Damn!" The feeling had been very real and stimulating when the farmer brought his strong hands up to Lee's shoulders and began to massage. Lee had grinned. Lee looked down at his chest and once again knew he had been blessed with a torso that most men would pay mega bucks to possess. "Let's get on the these ani-mules and get outta here," Clas said,. "I want to get some place where we can relax and really enjoy each other." Lee's mind again let him recall how when he raised his leg to step into the stirrup and to mount his ride that his mind went blank and he did not know anything else. Until now. >>> >> > Steve opened the door, blinked once, twice, straightened his tee shirt a little and greeted the visitor, "Mr. Rohling, this is a surprise. How are you?" John Rohling, Lenny's dad and the rancher who had always captured Steve's fancy, stood there with a puzzled look on his face. "Come in, come in," Steve said, "My dad's not here and neither is Lenny, but I was just having a gin and tonic and will be pleased to make you one." John Rohling looked at Steve, eyed him with a lot of interest, and then replied, "Yes, I need a stiff one. A drink that is, but what about some whiskey?" Steve accommodated Lenny's dad, filling the glass with a little spring water and about three shots of his dad's finest whiskey and passed the glass to John Rohlings. Steve invited his friend's father to join him the den and to sit with him on the sectional. They had no more than got comfortable when Steve realized that John Rohling was sitting almost in the same spot that the General had sat when they first seduced each other. He looked at the middle-aged man and could not but help to recall the times he had seen Lenny's dad shirtless on a few occasions and how hard and deeply tanned his body had been. "Steve, I came by to see if Lenny was here, but I did not think he would be." "Steve immediately said, "I saw Len a couple of days ago, but I think he's pre-occupied with a new girlfriend, sir." John Rohlings smiled, chucked, put his drink down carefully on a nearby end table, taking time to position a coaster under it. He turned to Steve and said, "He doesn't have a new girlfriend. His mother wished he had. Steve, be honest. How involved is my son in this gay life of his?" "I don't know anything about that, sir," Steve lied. Lenny's father laughed, looked at Steve with a hard stare, and said, "Why would you lie to me, Steve? We both have my son's best interest at heart, maybe in different ways, but we both care for him deeply." Steve paused, And then, he melted. John Rohlings, an outdoorsman, a man who made his living under the son raising some of the best riding horses in the area and also owning half dozen dairy farms in the region, began to massage Steve's left shoulder with his firm right palm. "Steve, Steve, this is about Lenny. I need some help from you. And I am willing to strike whatever bond we need to ensure that I get it." The strapping rancher grabbed Steve by both shoulders and held him in place starring at him, their eyes locked, their minds beginning to be in the same place. Steve wanted John Rohling to bring their mouths together and to press their lips into a tight kiss. Steve replied, "What is it that I need to tell you, sir?" John Rohlings hesitated, he took a deep breath, he looked at Steve and finally said, "I don't like asking you to break a trust, but I must know, is my son involved with an older man these days?" Steve pushed him away from Lenny's father. He humped his shoulders as though he did not know. Mr. Rohlings got up from the sectional sofa to follow Steve. He pleaded, "Steve, please. Tell me. Look, a friend of Lenny's mother saw Lenny in the park with this man. She was shocked. They were making out in a public place. She told my wife that Lenny looked almost captivated my this man, a good looking and very fit, very muscular man. He even had his shirt unbuttoned." Steve could not believe the situation. He replied, "How would I know what Lenny does and doesn't do, Mr. Rohling?. Lenny is a lady's man for Pete's sake." But Lenny's father did not back down, he approached Steve, looked him squarely in the face and replied, "Steve, I know about you and Lenny. I've known for two years that the two of you enjoy each other, well, enjoy each other sexually." "Mr. Rohling, you are accusing me and your son of being..." The father interrupted and took control, "Not gay, Steve, but maybe bisexual. Enjoying men you are comfortable with, right? Steve, Steve, you and Lenny were not at all quiet a time or two at our house when you stayed over."" Lenny replied quickly, "But, I don't know what you think you heard, Mr. Rohling, but not no, but hell no." And then Mr., Rohlings took complete control. "You are lying Steve," he stepped toward his son's friend and said, "You are lying. Maybe you feel you have to, but you are. See here, I will prove it to you." And before Steve knew what was going on, Lenny's father grabbed him and took him into his arms and gave him a deep, maddening kiss, mouth to mouth. The kiss, the embrace, and the great feeling of John Rohlings body consumed Steve. Steve wanted to resist, to push the man away and claim surprise. But he could not. He simply could not. Being held and kissed and consumed by the rancher was an enormous feeling. Sexual need and gratification overwhelmed Steve. Between John Rohlings' strong body, his maturity and charisma, and his manly smell and feel, Steve's need to resist was simply no match. As the kiss continued, Steve moaned softly, but when John Rohlings danced his tongue into Steve's and began to run the palms of his large hands up and down Steve's back and then Steve heard Lenny's father release a moan himself, Steve's cock soared inside his pants. Steve returned the kiss, gripped his friend's father, and groaned from deep within his gut. After a long while of continuing the kiss, tongue dancing, moaning together and running their hands over each other's backs and upper bodies, John Rohlings broke the kiss. When he did, he gave Steve a couple of quick pecks on the point of his nose and chin, chuckled ands said, "You enjoyed that and so did I, right, Steve?" Steve did not lie. "Yes. Very much, yes. You must be a helluva lover, Mr.,. Rohlings." The rancher reached out to draw Steve into a tight hug. He let Steve know that he liked him. Their crotches rubbed together. Steve felt the bulge of his friend's father. John Rohlings. The older man looked at Steve with a most serious expression and then said, " I tell ya what, Steve. If your father isn't returning tonight, then how about you tell me what's going on with Lenny, and I will spend the night with you? We can get to know each other. Have our own secret." "You tempt me greatly, Mr. Rohlings," Steve answered. The rancher smiled, "That kiss was great, son,. I want more of you. And I know you have eyed me. You have liked seeing me bare chested. I can strip this shirt off in a New York second, if you want." As though he needed to come clean before being worthy of Mr. Rohlings and his fabulous body, Steve began to mutter, "Lenny has been messing around with an older dude, but he's respectable, a retired military officer, and he will be good to Lenny." "Just like I am about to be good for you, Steve," John Rohlings said. The rancher had left his house pissed off with his wife. He did not want them meddling in Lenny's affairs plus if his son enjoyed a tryst or two that did not bother him of the least for he had done the same when he was his son's age. He had even done the same a time in recent years with a fellow farmer/rancher he had met at an agricultural conference. The protective father edged up near Steve and whispered, "You can give me the details later. I know you will be honest. For now, let me return the honesty, son." John Rohlings then gently reached up, lightly grabbed both of Steve's cheeks and with passion showing in eyes, he placed his lips back on Steve's and then embraced his son's friend once again. Their kiss began softly, but soon turned into hot, deep and hard passion. Steve heard his friend's father moan with great lust. Steve found himself bringing his hand up as if it had a will of its own to caress the man's chest, wanting to discover his nipples, even if through the fabric of his shirt. Steve took the liberty of John Rohlings' intimacy with him to cop a good feel of the man's right breast through his shirt. Both men made soft animalistic non-verbal sounds as they clutched at each other's bodies and allowed their kiss to become wet and passionate. His best fiend's father used his large hand and long arm to search out Steve's buttocks as their mouths continued sucking at each other as their bodies pressed tightly together as though they were two magnets drawn together with great attraction. Steve continued feeling, squeezing and examining the large breastplate that he had observed previously when his friend's father had strolled around both the field and the house without a shirt. Steve thirsted to get the man in a more revealing position. He wanted to begin unbuttoning the shirt or just ripping it from Mr. Rohlings' fantastic body. The gin and tonics and the pot had him in rare form. The rancher had caught him with every guard down and his need for an older man quite high. He also wanted an older, strong dude just like John Rohlings to replace what his father. Breathing heavily as their kiss broke apart, Steve looked closely at his friend's father and whispered, "Yes, dad is out of town. Won't be back. It's just us. We can take all night.." A large smile broke across John Rohlings face, he rubbed his hands together and in a horny voice, he said, "Well, Lenny's momma said for me to find the boy and bring him home, if it takes all night, so I guess it is going to take all night." "You're not too worried about your son and my friend, are you, Mr., Rohlings," Steve asked and smiled. John Rohlings wrapped his arm around Steve's waist, pulled the young man to him, kissed him quickly on the forehead, and said, "Not since you told me he was okay, and I have every reason to trust you. Don't I?" Steve winked, nodded and said, "Every reason, sir." And with that statement made, Steve moved into the older, ruggedly handsome, sinewy and darkly tanned John Rohlings reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. When the first button came undone, Steve immediately felt his cock begin to harden more and also thought of the couple of times he had unbuttoned his own father's shirt. He wondered if Lenny would liked to have been in his place at that moment. And when the second button unsnapped, John Rohlings in a breathy voice, with his hands caressing Steve's side, said, "This excites me to no end, son. It's been a while Steve since I've been with another man." "How long?" Steve asked and the third button was opened, "Months, maybe a year. And Steve, I have never been with anyone who was Lenny's age much less one of his friends." "Then this should be extra special for both of us," Steve said, Steve finished unbuttoning John Rohlings' shirt, spread the folds back and took a deep breath as he looked over the man's marvelous chest. His belly was flat with just a tinge of middle age flab, his bellybutton was deep and dark, the curves of his pecs were well defined, his breasts well padded and mostly hard, the crevice in the middle of his chest looked deep enough to run his dick through, and the man's nicely round and dark pink colored nipples stuck out hot and inviting. The mantis hung just off the curve of his pecs making hem look so wanting and available. In one motion, Steve pushed his the shirt off the beefy shoulders of his friend's father and descended his mouth to sample the man's perked left nipple. As soon as Steve's mouth touched John Rohling's excitable tit, the man leaned his back, grabbed the back of Steve's neck to hold it to the tit, and moaned like a man who had waited a long time for that very moment. "Oh Steve, my friend, my boy, oh Steve, suck that tit, go for it, make it wet," Steve did not need any encouragement, but knowing his friend's father like the attention to his nipple was all the more rewarding. Steve licked around the circle of hotly colored meat, teased his tongue over it, and then returned to a pressurized sucking of it. "Oh yes, Steve, oh yes, damn my nipples are so hot," John Rohlings pleaded as he leaned his head back and gently shook it from side to side. "Hurry over to the other. Nurse from my tits, please, make them hard and needy." And when Steve trailed his tongue across John Rohlings' bare chest and began to tease around the other lusty nipple, his friend's father could not stand the tease or delay his gratification. He grabbed Steve by the neck and ordered , "Suck it, Steve, don't play with me. Suck hard to my manly tit. Oh, yes, Please suck it good. That is so good, my boy." Steve gently maneuvered his handsome lover to a more comfortable spot on the sectional sofa. He pushed Mr. Rohlings onto it, stood over him, and then quickly took his own tee shirt cover his head to remove it and to throw it the side. He then leaned over to cover the rancher's hard, older body with his own, younger and fresher frame. When their bare chests pressed together, he heard Lenny's father whisper, "Damn, damn, you are so hot, my boy. So hot. I am going to be here all night. All night long.": When his lover moved slightly to position both sets of their manly nipples together and he saw John Rohlings looked down with great satisfaction as their tits kissed up against each other, Steve smiled, leaned in and again engaged his friend's father in a long, wet and passionate kiss. Mouth to mouth. Man to man. Mantits to mantits. At that moment, Steve again thought of Lenny and how this would be his first time to screw around with the father of a friend. John Rohlings kissed harder at his young lover to ensure they did not break their embrace, yet his mind flashed to his son, and he wondered what it would be like to be in such a position with Lenny. He wanted to ask Steve if Lenny had fucked him. It excited the rancher to think he might actually screw the same ass as had his son that his mature, fatherly cock would be in the same place that his son had spilled his cum. >>> >> > Overcoming his exhaustion and regaining both his wits and sense of normalcy, the sauna felt great. After Lee had regained most of his wits and senses, Clas Watkins provided him with another hearty meal supplemented by a handful of vitamins. Shirtless and clan only in his boxers. Lee sat in the sauna that Clas Watkins had constructed in a corner of the barn. It was not a large room, but plenty spacious for a half dozen men. Joining him were Clas and JL and just as the stream got started good and Lee felt the toxins leaving his body and his sinuses and head clearing, a good looking, distinctively handsome African American gentleman entered. He greeted Clas, nodded at JL, and said "good to see you again, Mr. Thompkins' and then he proceeded over to Lee where he held out his hand and introduced himself. "Hi, I am Will Jordan. My pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jacobs." His sleek body and light complexion combined with his slightly older maturity and a slender frame that featured big biceps, made the African American man too attractive not to bathe with ones eyes as Lee did repeatedly. Lee could not recall having been quite so attracted to a black man before. He had oft noticed handsome black men and eyed a few of them in public showers for their endowments, but Will Jordan caught his eye in a different kind of way. Lee leaned back on the bench that stretched the length of a wall there in the steam room. Feeling better with his head cleared, he spread his legs wide, placed his head against the wall behind him and relaxed. For the first time since the hot tub action had gotten heavy the previous night, his body felt rested and somewhat rejuvenated. He looked over and saw Clas and JL whispering and chuckling. White towels covered both. Both were sexually attractive men. Again, Lee thought about how JL reminded him of actor John Forsythe in so many ways and then he compared Clas to Charlton Heston . The towels made both looked seductive. Lee studied his father-in-law's distinguished looks and silverfox accents and knew that he wanted to make it again with JL before they returned home. As a father, husband and son-in-law, Lee did not understand his current deep attractions to both his youthful and sexy son and his older, but seductive father-in-law, yet he knew he would not tire of sex with either for a long while to come. Trying to focus his mind on something else, all he could do was wonder what it be like to see a man of Clas Watkins stature and stoic appearance throw a rod and get into hot and heated sex play. Will stretched out on the bench a few feet from Lee. The black gentleman, a trusted employee of Clas' and no doubt a sex mate as well, had removed his robe and was soaking in the steam in a tight fitting burnt orange bikini thong. He wore nothing else. His balls filled the pouch and looked the twice the size of golf balls. His cock outlined the front pouch and filled it completely. Will was not freakishly huge, but he packed a lot of junk. His nearly naked frame looked years younger than his 55 years; the curves of his breasts and his near six-pack belly made it difficult for Lee not to want to study him up close and personal. . Lee closed his eyes and let the waves of good health wash over him. He was feeling much better, the steam was sweating the toxins out of him; his balls had filled; his cock felt alive; his chest and nipples were no longer sore to the touch. He realized that Clas Watkins and JL had taken good care of him once he had passed out. Several hours had passed. Except for the insane dream that seemed so real, Lee knew his body had rested good while he was recovering. He thought about Steve. For some unknown reason, his mind went to the first time not so many days ago when Steve's hand first wrapped around his cock. He replayed the moments in his mind . The moment replayed itself of when Steve first striped him of his underwear. At that time, he took his son's hand and invited Steve to discover him. And after leading Steve's hand to his eager cock, Steve had wrapped it in his palm and appreciated it like no other person had quite ever appreciated it. He could hear Steve again. He wanted now to be with his son again. He recalled how Steve had said, "Oh dad! This moment. To feel your incredible cock! At last, I can touch my father's bloated cock! At last! Damn, it feels so charged, so fuckin' alive," Lee smiled as he recalled how Steve had considered it the ultimate discovery to have held his own father's oversized cock. The twosome collapsed back into each other. Lee felt his son quiver, enraptured by the love pole standing out from his father's naked body. The thrill of having his dad's dick in the palm of his hand was almost enough to send the young man to a cum. Lee smiled, squeezed his own chest muscles and again recounted how Steve's fine cock throbbed big time as he pressed it against his dad's body while beginning to stroke at his father's beautiful slab of man meat. Lee's hip movements and guttural sounds assured his son that his father's manly and marvelous cock was being massaged in just the right fashion. The son teased the cockeye and worked proudly around the fleshy shaft. Lee leaned in to force Steve into a wet kiss as he felt his son working over and stroking his long cock into even more of a lusty hard on. Unable to contain his pleasure at recalling that unique thrill in his life, "Lee let two soft repast of Steve's name escape from his lips. And then, he caught himself when he had said out loud, "Oh Stevie, you make my cock feel so god." No one heard him, that is, no one but JL. At that point, Lee felt a different pair of hands on his inner thigh. He looked down and there knelt Clas Watkins in front of him. The farmer looked so damn sexy, needy and interested. He whispered to Lee, "JL said I should come make you feel even more relaxed. I took his advice." Clas had removed his towel and was completely naked. JL was standing behind Clas also completely naked. Will had leaned up nearby, and Lee heard the African American gentleman say, "Mr. Jacobs, my boss can make a man feel things he had never felt in his life. Let him give you great pleasure." Lee did not say a word instead he lifted his hips as Clas placed his fingers in the flanks of his boxers and said, "Let's get these damp things off you, cowboy. Let's let the horse cock breathe." JL reinforced the action saying, "Oh Lee, you and Clas can be so good together." And as Clas slide Lee's boxers from around his waist, down his legs and off, Will Jordan smiled a beautiful, teethy kind of way and said lightheartedly, "Oh my, ain't many white dudes I ever saw with that kind of long, and especially fat, and nicely shaped man meat. Oh wow." And then Clas Watkins reached up and wrapped his own palm around Lee's beefy dick. Lee released an immediate groan. He could not deny that the farmer's hand felt good, like it knew how to treat a needy dick or a ripened cucumber. Lee's cock began to fill with sex blood. Will Jordan moved over to caress Lee's shoulders and whispered, "I want to help make you feel good, Mister Jacobs, they says I have a great touch in a man-to-man kinda way." Lee moaned as Clas began to work his man meat in expert fashion, stroking it with experience, waving it around, getting it stoked from its base to its piss hole. He smiled at JL, who began stroking his own nice looking cock. And then he felt Will lean down to take his right nipple into his mouth. When the black man began to control and work and delight his perky and hard tit; Lee became excited beyond his senses. He lifted his hips off he bench and ordered Clas to "Take me in your mouth, my friend. You've wanted me; I need you now. Please." And Clas accommodated Lee with the best oral treatment he could provide, immediately taking as much of Lee's massive cock into his mouth and down his throat as he could and bobbing his head with repeated action. JL moved into Lee and offered Lee his own cock. Lee obliged his father-in-law and knew he wanted to suck at JL's pretty mature cock. With Will slurping away at his tender tit, getting it stuck out and sexually aroused, and Clas providing a hot blowjob and working his boiling balls with his fingers, and JL feeding him a familiar cock to suck, Lee's senses reached a high state of sexual arousal. While JL reached down to tug at Lee's other tit, the action became intense for all four men very quickly. Lee lifted his hips even further off he bench and fed his stiff rod to the sucking Clas. The farmer loved to please and pleasing Lee was foremost. As he sucked on Lee's mancock he discovered his partner's hairy belly, drilling his middle finger into Lee's seductive navel, and then he realized that Will and JL were giving Lee tremendous pleasures with their attentions to his beautiful chest and its deliciously perfect nipples. Taking a moment, Clas lifted off Lee's sweet cock, palmed it, squeezed it tight, enjoyed seeing a bubble of moisture surface at its slit, and then stroked it, once, twice and three times. Looking up to enjoy the work Will and JL were doing to Lee's hot breasts, he smiled knowing that Will's tit slurping had wildly excited Lee just as Will had done to him on several occasions. Clas also smiled widely in great appreciation of the creative repeated pinching in quick motions that JL inflicted on Lee's other tit to get it swollen with desire. Clas said, "Let me have a go at both of those jewels before we finish things here." JL backed off Lee and immediately turned to Will and said, "Can you help me with this," and waved his own mancock at the black man's chiseled face. Will again smiled widely and said, "Sho can, my friend, sho can, you have a gorgeous cock." Both stepped toward each other, Will dropped to his knees, JL held the base of his cock. And within seconds, JL groaned from his needy dick entering Will's hot mouth, and Will returned a grunt of satisfaction from the sweet and salty taste of JL's love pole. As JL pushed his cock into Will's mouth, and Will began to suck the mature, white man with great force, Lee looked down wondering what Clas had in mind. But with the farmer expertly massaging and stimulating his cockhead, with the tips of his thumb and first fingers, Lee's sexual juices stirred, he had gotten hot, been moved toward wanting to climax again, and so was okay with whatever Clas wanted. Lee looked down and watched intently as Clas Watkins slowing teased his hairy belly with his point tongue. Working slowly and seriously while tenderly working Lee's' cockhead and ball sac, Clas turned Lee into his own toy. Lee squirmed as Clas played his tongue across his belly, in and out of his belly button, down through his pubes, and back up in a straight line to his the middle of his hairy chest. Clas then made figure eights around each of Lee's meaty tits, coming very close to the edge of each, but leaving it untouched. Clas then stood up, grabbed his lengthy cock, and used its wet tip to paint circles around both of Lee's hairy tits. Becoming impatient, Lee said, "Damn Clas get back to sucking my cock. Or, get your mouth and teeth on my hot tits. Please." But Clas used the moments to enjoy getting to know every square inch of Lee's belly and middle chest. He chuckled at Lee, wagged his cock up near Lee's face, and again knelt to purposefully continue to circle and tongue near and around Lee's hypersensitive nipples, but he did not give Lee the ultimate joy of having his mantits sucked. Lee heard JL moaning greatly as Will sucked his cock, with pleasure and great passion and rapidity. Lee knew he would want to sample the black man's abilities before they finished. Yet, Clas had his own cock raging hard, leaking, and he wanted to the farmer to taste his meaty nipples like a fruit from his orchards. Finally, not being able to take Clas' teasing and pleasuring of his chest any longer, Lee grabbed the farmer's head, moved it with force over to his left nipple, and ordered, "Damn Clas! Damn my farm friend, eat my tit there. Please me, Eat it from my bosom." The farmer immediately devoured Lee's beautiful left nipple, wanting to please his latest lover. The stoic farmer quickly ran his fingertips up to find Lee's right mannip also. Clas Watkins spent significant time slurping on Lee's left tit while twisting and teasing the right one. The left nipple became soaked with Clas' saliva and wet from his nursing; the right nub became perked and needy. Lee sucked in air between his teeth, moaned and whispered in a sex dominated voice, "Oh gosh, that's good, you're great, Clas, just great." Lee's eyes watched Clas at work on his nipples and breasts, sucking, kissing, licking, slurping and chewing across the mounds of breast meat, under the puffy curves of each, and directly to the delicacy of the gorgeous, sexy darkly brown mantits. When Lee lifted his eyes, he was enthralled with the sex occurring between his father-in-law and Will Jordan. The scene made him appreciate JL's virility and abilities as an older lover. They also made him made him know that the black man knew something special about giving head. He was bobbing rapidly on JL's cock while gently twisting his balls into knots and producing a lot of moaning and repeated "Oh, yes" phrases from the handsome and sex-soaked JL. Amazing every man in the room, with his interest in Lee's perfect chest, Clas tarried giving repeated attentions there. He began using one of his strong hands to massage and enjoy Lee's beautifully hard chest squeezing from one bloated pec to the other, often using his thumb to strum Lee's sensitive mannips, letting his thumb nail to lightly scrap the top of the tit's defined fine tip, causing Lee to push his chest into Clas' grip. His other soft, buy leathery palm stroked away at Lee's hard standing cock, causing it to become moist with the drippings of the man's pre-cum. "You like this Lee, huh, you like this, " Clas asked. "Yes, a lot. You are a sexy man, farmer friend," Lee said. Wanting to return the sensations that Clas was giving him, Lee reached out to again take Clas' fine cock to stroke it slowly and to discover its good length and size. Clas grabbed Lee's head and urged, "Suck me, Lee. Go ahead, I want your pretty mouth around the head of my dick." Lee heard JL encourage them, too. "Do it, Lee, my boy. Go ahead. Enjoy Clas. Give him some pleasure." During the next minute or so, Lee took Clas deep into his mouth and began to enjoy his fine, hard and wet taste as the strong farmer got up on his knees to change positions, making it easier for him to sixty-nine with Lee. Lee released a guttural, alley cat kind of wail when Clas deep throated his steamy cock and pulled down on his steamy balls. Clas whispered, "Gosh yes, suck me, Lee. Oh yes, oh yes, so good," As lee focused on providing the farmer great pleasures. But what Clas returned to Lee produced even a greater compliment. "Oh, oh, oh Clas, you feel so good, suck me hard, suck all over my loins," Lee encouraged in a loud whisper. Clas smiled, sank his own steel dick further into Lee's mouth, and began to hump the handsome man's face, with a good deal of speed and purpose. JL stopped Will from sucking his own excited cock just long enough to kneel down for them to move over near Clas and Lee. JL then bent into Will, gave him a huge kiss, exchanged several enjoyable short kisses with him, leaned in and took one of his meaty and very pointed mantits into his mouth, and sucked it. He felt Will stoking his cock with a lot of heat and intensity. They then took time to join their partners in a daisy chain. Diego stood in the doorway and knew not to interrupt the action, Instead, the middle-age Mexican man took time to turn off the steam of the sauna, increase the room's ventilation, and stripped off his shirt. He knew the orgy would last a while. He also, unsnapped his pants and dropped them to his ankles. Before lowering his briefs, he played with his own medium-sized, but fat and partially hard mancock, through the cotton fabric. The affable Mexican began to stroke his dick with one hand and to tease his own dark tits with the other as he watched the foursome. He always enjoyed seeing his boss in the raw and especially liked how ruggedly handsome Clas Watkins was when the stoic man lost his reserve in the heat of sex. His occasional sexual bouts with his boss had kept him happily employed for several yeas now. He also found JL to be soft, but gorgeous, a model of what every senior silverfox in America should strive to be. He could not take his eyes off Lee Jacobs' pretty chest, its deep valley at its middle, its very curvaceous mounds, and its dark brown tits that hung from the mounds as though ready for action. Diego also remembered the last time he and Will Jordan had enjoyed physical exchanges and how Will had eventually fucked his ass until he was sore the next day. He subconsciously reached back to rub his rump through the fabric of his undies, recalling how Will's big cock was not so thick to accommodate, but its length could hit things up inside him that made him both crazy with lust and sore in the aftermath. Diego stroked and stroked and stroked as the group adjusted its positions to allow Lee to continue sucking Clas while Clas took on Will, a cock that he often enjoyed. JL plunged his shaft back into the sucking machine of Will Jordan's fabulous mouth, and JL took on the pleasure of again giving his son-in-law some fast-action head. After a couple of minutes, Lee wanted to change positions. He had watched Will bring JL almost to the brink. He wanted some of the same action. The foursome shifted partners, Lee lifted his hips to offer himself to the handsome, black Will Jordan, grabbed Will's head and urged the black man to "Take my dripping cock. Make me crazy, with that hot sucking mouth of yours.". When Will's hot lips, tight mouth and deep throat took Lee to the base of his pubes, Lee shouted out, "Oh fuck, oh Will, my man, oh Will..." He had to lift off Clas' cock for just a moment to gather his senses from the tremendous sensations caused by the expertise of Will Jordan's excellent fellatio. As Will cleaned and licked and sucked the folds of foreskin on Lee's cockhead, Lee exhaled heavily and exclaimed for all to hear, "Yes, do it, Will, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes." He reached out to bring the black dude's fingertips to his left nipple while he leaned back to again take Clas' extended redhot cock into his own mouth. Clas took to JL's fine cock, but knew his friend was on the verge of shooting so he mostly licked up and down its shaft to keep JL hot and ready. JL reached out and fisted Will's lengthy shaft, occasionally licking around the head and sucking down on about two-thirds of it, unable to deep throat the entirety of it. The four men rocked and pumped and jerked into each other. Diego could tell they were nearing their orgasms. He knew his boss Clas Watkins was enjoying the blowjobs he was both getting and receiving. He knew his boss liked his two guests quite a lot. Diego also admired both of them; the older one, JL, who looked like a television star; the young one, Lee, who had the best looking chest to ever grace the barn or sauna and one of he thickest dicks the Mexican had ever admired. He also knew the boil and electricity heating Lee Jacobs' privates from the sucking machine of Will Jordan's wet heated mouth. He also wished he could it interrupt to take Clas' cock or to feel the beautiful, sweaty chest of Lee Jacobs, or to kiss the pretty lips of JL Thompkins. Having been in such a heated daisy chain on multiple occasions, Clas knew he was about to shoot off. He also knew that Lee Jacobs was huffing and moaning too much not to be close to a mighty orgasm, and that JL' had just groaned that sound of an impending cum. Clas watched as JL stroked Will's big cock several times, twisted at his fat nuts, saw the orgasmic look sweep the man's face, reached up to test his hard pointed mantits, and knew his long-time friend and farm hand was close as well. Surprising Diego, Clas looked over at him and said, "Mexican, get all the way naked and get over here. Do it, fast." He then moved away from Lee's sucking mouth, noticed how hard and red his eagerly excited cock had become. Feeling his dick quiver on the bone, seeing a couple of droplets of cum escape, and then he standing up, Clas said, "Let's watch each other shoot. On the bench, Diego, on the bench and take our cum shots." Lee, JL, and Will, all horny, all about to lose it, slowly stood up as the naked Diego lay down flat on the bench. Clas, got behind JL and said, "You, my new friend, should get first honors. Do it for me." Clas then motioned to Will, who got behind JL and began to massage his pretty, copper red mannips, while Clas stroked away at JL's overly excited dick. Lee admired the finger work Will applied to JL's pretty mannips, knowing that JL would not withstand too much of the fabulous sensations. Yet, Will worked JL's erect tits by sliding the length of his fingers back and forth, letting first two of his fingers squeeze and saw at the sides of the raised mannips and then two others and then another pair back and forth. Seeing the action and wanting to be a part of it, Lee turned JL's mouth into his face to give his father-in-law, a hard, deep, tongue-dancing kiss. JL moaned, grunted, pushed his hips forward through Clas' fist several times, felt Will pinching the orgasm from his needy nips, and then he broke the kiss with Lee to shout, "Here it is, for you, Clas. All for you Farmer Watkins. Cumming!" "Let your love fly," my good friend. "Oh yes," Clas said as the farmer reached down to tightly hold JL's swollen balls. A pull on the ripened nut sac brought JL's cum streams from his lower body. Lee watched with great interest, thinking that possibly JL was reacting to Clas, with a little more fervor that he had been producing in their recent love sessions. He felt a tinge of jealousy as JL yelled and shouted and leaned his head back and announced ."Yes, yes, my stuff, I am so cumming. Shooting it!" A large jet of man seed fired down to rain across Diego's broad, dark brown chest. The line of it stopped just at his left nipple and then another second shot followed that hit Diego on his belly, and a third shot drenched his middle chest. The Mexican man smiled and wiped some of the residue. He lifted his fingers first to Clas, who welcomed the taste; then to Will, who liked each of his fingers. JL watched with great interest as his cum strands ended on a fifth strong shot and then several spilled droplets after that. Will Jordan continued massaging JL's well-embossed nipples. He kissed the back of JL's neck and cooed, "You are quite the shooter, handsome one. Quite the stud. So virile to be so distinquishly handsome." JL then felt Diego leaning up to clean his cum drenched cock with his tongue and mouth. Clas held Diego's head allowing him to clean around JL's cockhead and even down to both balls. Clas then engaged JL in a long, deep kiss, one that two men who appreciated each other would have. Clas lifted off JL's hungry mouth and said, "I bet John Forsythe never shot a load like that or gave four other men such a studly show. You are one fine dude, JL Thompkins." Looking around the group and seeing Diego licking his lips, Clas took advantage of the moment. "Will, hold on, I know you are ready to pop, and Lee, baby, we are saving your best for last, but I can't wait. I am ready!" Clas pumped at his own cock and played with his balls as though they were a pair of dice as he crawled up on the bench and instructed Diego to "teabag my balls." Diego opened his mouth wide and Clas sank his large, hairy balls into the oral canyon. He moaned deeply as he did. He then straightened up his body while continuing to stroke at his cock. "I am about here, Oh, that feels so good, Diego." Lee reached in to take both of Clas' dominant mantits to twist and turn and excite them. Lee liked the size and response of the farmer's fleshy mannips. JL reached in and eased his middle finger into Clas tight anal canal. Clas let go with a string of expletives, "Shit, fuck, damn, piss.... You are getting to me guys." Will chuckled from appreciating his boss' sexual excitement. He joked and said, "Clas, let's shut you up, you're talking too much, boss." Will took Clas by the back of his strong neck, pulled him toward him, and then kissed him hard on the mouth. The train of cum twisted and turned in the farmer's privates, his face grew flush with sexual release, he moaned, he told the others. "Damn, you four make me feel things, I haven't felt in a while." When Lee bent down and licked around Clas' red-hot pecker concentrating his efforts on its sensitive head, with his sensuous and masterful tongue, the stoic farmer's entire body shook and his orgasm quaked. The wealthy, good looking and charismatic farmer let his volley of juices shoot from his rock-hard and manly cock onto the belly of Diego. The first spurt filled the Mexican man's deep navel and coated his pubic hair. The second shot covered the man's slightly flabby belly, and then Clas reared his ass and hips up to offer himself to Will. Will smiled, turned Clas' cockhead toward Diego's open mouth and instructed his friend. "Give it to him, boss, let him have a good taste. Take it Diego. Take that boss seed and swallow it into your guts." Clas shot hard once again, watched his thick cum spill onto Diego's tongue before seeing Will pull his spurting cock a few inches downward to let his last smaller shot of man cream coat Diego's left nipple. The moment was intense for Clas, knowing that two, fine gentlemen like JL and Lee were watching his cum show with great interest and that his workers, Diego and Will, were doing a number on him for the entertainment of his guests and for his own sexual delights. He felt JL rake his thick middle finger into the crack of his ass to tickle his anal asterisk. Diego played along , too, leaning up to suck clean the last droplets of residue from the rancher's awesome cock. Will and Diego had fucked with their boss on several occasions and found him to be one lovable, sensuous and horny guy. Within seconds after the stoic Clas lost his composure a washed in sexual excitement and swept away by his climax being watched by four men as handsome and physically fit as Lee, JL, Will and Diego, the attentions turned to Will. The sleek-faced African American gentleman began to stroke his lengthy shaft while running his other hand back and forth across his chest, teasing his pointed mantits. "Oh yes, all of you white dudes have me plenty hot and ready. This should not take long, my friends." He closed his eyes, his head went back, the fingers of his left hand stopped to pinch down on his right tit, and his other hand stroked fast and faster at his long black dong. Clas chuckled and point at Will's dick and told JL and Lee, "I've always enjoyed that piece here. He knows how to use it. He can rotate that ass of his so fast that you'd swear he was a human drill putting a big hole through your anal heart." JL said, "It's a pretty damn long drill at that, Clas. No wonder you were gripping my ass the other night wanting me to get deeper." Clas replied, "I think he's even a fraction of an inch or so longer than you, Lee." Lee smiled, grabbed his own cock and balls, and said, "More than one men has been longer than me, Clas, but it's a long ways around this wide stub of mine, friend." Clas smiled , grabbed Lee by the dick, and granted him his due,. "Oh yes, you have all of us beat in the diameter department. Will's a slender cock; this thing of yours is a battering ram, I suppose." . Hearing the black man moan down in his guts and as JL moved behind him to play with his nipples, Diego urged, "Come on, my friend, splatter me with your seed. Do it. Just fuckin' do it!" Will grinned at Diego and traced his middle finger around Diego's face, around his lip line and then into his sensuous mouth. He reached over to grab Lee's left hand, placed it on his chest and said, "Caress me. Pinch my tits, I've got hot nips just like you." He then turned and while stroking even faster on his darkened cock, he embraced his boss in a deep kiss. Seeing an opportunity to make Will come alive and reach his climax, JL put his middle finger in his own mouth to coat it with his thick saliva, and then eased it into the black man's heated ass. Will grimaced, grunted, moaned and whispered 'Oh fuck, that's real nice, JL, just real nice, my friend." As Clas kissed his face and lips, with quick nips here and there, as Diego caressed his hot, hairy nuts and inner thighs, as Lee carefully rubbed his chest and teased his perky tits, and as JL finger fucked him gently, the handsome gent could not withstand the orgasm that blazed in his guts. Will Jordan could not restrain the lava flow deep his innards any longer. He let his lungs release, he leaned forward, he pounded his big dick and exclaimed, "There, here, there, I am about to shoot it all, guys." "Let it go, Will, let us enjoy it," his boss ordered. "Yes, yes, big man, shoot it for us," JL confirmed. "Argh, argh, oh fuck," Will Jordan said and then the first large stream of man juice shot into the air. The others watched it jet from his dark slit of his cock to land all the way across Diego's belly, the line of it going from one side to the other. Wanting to help the man enjoy his bliss even more, JL slipped a hand around to cup Will's bloated balls. He squeezed, pulled gently and moved them about as he whispered to Will, "Oh yes, you are one mighty stud, Mr. Jordan, Show us white men how it really goes." "Damn, damn, damn," Will shouted as his second shot bolted out to streak Diego's upper body even more than the first. JL had obviously turned the man on in a big way. Knowing the results were good and knowing Will's balls were running hot, JL massaged them, allowing Will to shoot a couple more strong spurts of man cum as well as enjoy the feel of another's man's hand comforting his nuts. Although he had shot his own load, the sauna, the sweaty bodies, the appeal of the naked men, and his own libido had Clas Watkins in a state of super charge. He had especially enjoyed seeing how much the others had been excited to see his own strong cock shoot its stuff, but now, he wanted something else. He needed Lee Jacobs to fuck him. Not only to fuck him, but to fuck him hard and with great passion. Clas could imagine Lee's stout pecker inside him even as he considered the possibilities. When Diego looked up at Lee and said, "Your turn to blast off onto my naked skin, handsome one," Clas surprised the others saying, "No, no, I think I want Mr. Jacobs and his fine cockstand all to myself. That is, if he doesn't mine, and JL can share both of us?" Lee slowly stroked his cock considering the possibilities. JL smiled and said, "Understood, Clas, well understood. I even suggest you give him your fine ass, and that you get the sheer joy of a royal fucking like only Lee here can give in my opinion. Sort of a silver hoss meets a golden stud." Lee stroked, twisted and played with his cock, wanting it to be well primed. He also wanted the farmer in a bad way. He did not necessarily want an audience. He made his request known, "I'd like a little more privacy, Clas, but how about Will give me a little of that fine mouth of his before we start to get me good and damn ready?" Clas smiled and said, "That's a great idea. But you had better be aware of what you request, Lee. Will can take a man over the edge without hardly an effort, especially as close as that steel hard man cock of yours looks to be." "I know from his earlier work, Clas, but oh what a way to prime my pump before I fuck your ass." Clas replied, "Then, I'll ask Diego to wipe those man juices of mine, and Will's and JL's off his sweaty chest and mix our cum to lube my ass for you." JL liked what he was hearing. His cock was hardening again. When he saw Will drop to his knees, grip Lee by the dick and then bring Lee's sex stalk into his mouth, it occurred to him that this sauna orgy was likely Lee's first encounter with a wonderful member of the sensuous black race. Lee immediately began to moan and groan with great fever as Will started a fast suck job up and down his powerful shaft. JL turned to see Diego cleaning off his chest as Clas turned toward him, bent down and offered his open ass to Diego. The good-looking Mexican man at first rimmed his boss' outer ass with the man-made moisturizer. But it did not take long to first wipe a handful of his sweat-mixed cum into Clas' butt before taking specific puddles of the cum and finger fucking JL with it. "Oh yes, Will, oh yes, fine, so fine, damn good," Lee muttered as he reached up to pinch at his own tits to keep them perked and ready. "That feels good, Diego, very fine, you will have me good and ready for Lee,": Clas confirmed. JL then decided to have a little fun of his own. While Lee enjoyed his preparatory blowjob from Will, he went around to Lee's backside and slapped his ass once, twice, three times. He then leaned up and kissed his son-in-law behind the neck. He knew Lee was well charged, yet he reached around, found Lee's meaty mannips, and made corkscrews of both of them. :Oh Will, gawd Lee, okay, okay, I surrender while I still have something left for Clas." Hearing Lee's words and knowing what a number Will's mouth could do to anyone much less a cock that size of Lee's, Clas moved his ass off of Diego's massaging hand and fingers and turned on the bench, his ass in the air, his back to the bench, and Lee in front of him. "I ma ready for your sexy, horse cock, Lee Jacobs, And I am ready to fuck your brains out, good man,:" Class aid looking at Lee with a very serious stare. Lee took a moment to request their privacy, "Please Clas, I want this to be a little private. If Will and Diego can give the other three of us some time, I would appreciate it." "Whatever makes you fuck harder, Lee, whatever makes you fuck harder." Clas dismissed his workers, turned to JL and said, "I guess he has a plan for you." JL chuckled and said, "I hope so, but he knows the number I can do on his tits while he fucks you." Clas retorted, "I was wanting to torture those babies while he blistered my ass." JL smiled, Clas kissed his friend. Clas edged his open ass closer to Lee. JL reached around to guide Lee's cockhead to Clas' welcoming ass.Within a second or two, Lee felt the hot outer edges of Clas' butt and then he felt Clas take control and push onto his fat cock. "Oh Lee, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Clas mumbled repeatedly as Lee began to edge his mighty pecker into the farmer. Clas knew Lee's thick cock was splitting his anal passage In a different kind of way than recent lovers. JL stood behind Lee and massaged his shoulders and back and ass. Lee penetrated Clas to the hilt. When he felt his pubes hit Clas' skin and felt both of his heavy hanging balls dance against the warmth of Clas' backside, a guttural groan escaped from deep within him. They kissed, Lee asked, "Ready, my handsome friend?" Clas winked and moaned and then Lee started his fuck motion. From the first two good strokes out of his ass and then to the depths. of his far anal wall, Clas knew he was in for a tremendous fuck. He looked up to see Lee Jacobs' face flushed with sexual invigoration. He knew his own body ignited passion and sexual currents. The two men kissed deeply, with JL encouraging both of them. From there, the two middle-aged and finely toned men began an amazing fuck session. At first, Lee thought Clas' hot ass was going to take him over the edge in only a few seconds, so hot Will had made him with the blowjob. Likewise, Clas wondered at first if he could handle Lee's powerful thrusts and thick cock, yet both men soon got into a medium-paced fuck that was comfortable and enjoyable and blazing hot. JL played the cheerleader. "That's it, Clas. Take that dick of his, make him want you like I wanted you the other night. Make him beg for your love and sex pit." And then JL reached out to take Lee's erect right nipple between his fingers to caress it, excite it and make Lee fuck all the harder and more vigorous. Clas screwed Lee a bit harder with tight squeezes of his ass to turn up the sexual currents that coursed his body. JL urged, "That's it, big guy. Oh yes, you are such a match for him, Clas. Such a match for him. Fuck him, my friend, he needs to be fucked by someone who can take him down." Not to leave Clas unattended, JL reached down and caressed the farmer's upper body, running his hand around his belly up to his chest, under his deep armpits, again down to his belly, through his long strands of pubes, and over his inner thigh. He wanted to grab Clas' cock and stroke it off while Lee fucked him, but he knew that would turn the farmer to putty and allow Lee to fuck him without Clas being able to maintain any sense of control. So, JL caressed back up to Clas' smooth, but sexy and hard chest to squeeze both breasts and then back through the sparse, long hairs in the middle of his chest, and then over to the farmer's meaty and red right tit to make it pop out slowly. He then pinched at the farmer's succulent nipple before slowly stretching the tit meat to make Clas moan even deeper. Lee began fucking Clas with unbridled passion. JL wondered if his son-in-law had ever fucked him with such motivation and force. "Yeah, take it, farmer, take it, Clas. You have one hot butt, Clas Watkins. One fine, loving ass, I am a lucky man," Lee said, Clas reached up to kiss Lee again while reaching down to swirl Lee's thick chest hair through his fingers, even to grab under Lee's hairy armpits and squeeze him to thrust even harder. "Oh Lee, you are so good, promise me we can get together more and more and more," Clas huffed and fucked and exhaled heartily. JL reached end to kiss Lee heavily on the mouth and to caress his shoulders as Lee drove in and out, in and out of Clas' dick-gripping, anal passage. Lee moaned in a very passion choked voice, JL recognized the sound and knew he was close. JL admired Lee's fast-paced bucking of his hips, fucking into Clas' ass with determined, powerful and big pumping strokes. He leaned down and at first sucked Clas' extended right mantit, but then it felt so good that he began to chew the mantit with wild abandon. Between Lee's powerful fucking thrusts and JL's attention to his sensitive and now dark red mannip, Clas felt the cum charges release again in his body, He could not believe he was about to come again, that Lee Jacobs big dick had fucked his prostate into more production. And then, Clas got his reward when he heard he new lover say in a raspy, sex-coated voice, "I am about there, Clas, You have me, you have me, take me!" JL pinched at Clas' erect left tit with one pair of fingers and his son-in-law's puffy right nipple with the other set as he enjoyed an amazing sight of two macho, well-toned and very handsome men climaxing together. "Beautiful, just beautiful, my special men," JL praised as the fuck between the strong farmer and his macho son-in-law hit a tremendous crescendo.. "Shoot it in him, Lee, shoot that cannon cock for all its worth," JL encouraged Lee before turning his attention to Clas and saying, "Enjoy the orgasm, my man, you are one great lover, Clas." To help Clas enjoy himself, as Lee reared his ass and obviously began to fire his liquid spunk into the farmer's anal depths, JL grabbed Clas' hard man cock and stroked it fast. The action brought Clas' man juices spurting out long and hard. His first shot hit Lee on his upper body to send semen into Lee's forest of chest hair. The cream coating Lee's mostly dark chest hairs was a sight to behold. "Oh, I can fill your cock shooting its stuff into me, so fine, so fine, cum all you want, Lee," Clas urged as he squeezed on Lee's enormous breasts and strummed his erect tits with his thumbs. ."You have turned my ass to Jell-O," Clas admitted. Lee banged his big dick into Clas, shot once, banged it again, shot again, and then fired a third, fourth and fifth time as Clas' ass burned him down and the farmer's fingers turned his tits to little well-fueled shooting rockets. The shots of cum blasted with such force from him that the streams rape Lee's internal canals and sent a large volley of juice into Clas to join the sperm lube of JL's, Will's and Clas' placed there by Diego. JL leaned down to take Clas' second and third shots into his mouth to drink his new lover's fine juices. JL was beginning to feel an usual amount of love and compassion for the farmer. He knew the first day he eyed him in the road-side restaurant that he was his kind of man. As he swallowed Clas' load, he felt himself falling badly for the man. When their fucking had subsided, after Lee had shot multiple spurts in Clas' amazing ass and Clas had climaxed a second time due to Lee's fine fucking of his prostate, the twosome collapsed into a deep, deep kiss of appreciation for each other. JL caressed both of their backs letting his hands caress both of their fine butt cheeks. He notice how round and meaty, Lee's were, yet how flat, hard and muscled Clas' were. As Lee and Clas struggled to catch their breath, an applause sounded from the doorway of the sauna, there stood Diego and Will. Neither of them were going to miss the fucking they had just seen regardless of the consequences. Both had seen a powerful fuck of two older men, the one with the thick mancock; the other, their lovable boss, with an ass that both of hem knew was about the finest they had ever tapped. Clas rubbed Lee's perfect chest in appreciation. Lee leaned up to kiss Clas on the face, both cheeks and the chin. Clas wrapped Lee in his arms to pull their chests together, enjoying Lee's bushy chest on his bare skin. He felt their tits, still erect, create great friction s they touched. Clas whispered, "You know I've had another lover from your fair city. Dang, he and you and JL make about the three best partners I've had in many years. Must be the drinking water." Lee asked, "Would I know your other lover?" Clas said, "I doubt it, he's a farm type like me; and I need to keep our thing a little hushed for his privacy." Lee kissed Clas again and thought getting home to Steve, yet knew he wanted to take advantage of more time with Clas and even Will and Diego. >>>> Steve's foreplay with John Rohlings had his friend's father so charged that he knew he could have manipulated the scene to have fucked the rancher daddy first. But instead, Steve wanted to give John Rohlings the ultimate pleasure and let him use his proud cock to full advantage and be in control. "Wow, your cock is impressive, Mr. Rohlings, quite impressive, Steve said to make Lonny's dad feel good about himself. Steve sampled it, he liked how hard it had gotten during their foreplay, he also knew that Mr. Rohlings had a slightly longer and thicker cock than his son, and he liked how uncut the man was. Steve considered the rancher's dick just shy of seven inches, a little larger than average and very healthy looking. Steve immediately leaned forward, cupped the rancher's testicles, placed his hand on the man's ass to push him toward him, and then Steve leaned up from the sectional to go down on the rancher's nice cock. "Oh Steve, oh my boy, oh Steve, so good," his friend's father said. Steve knew what John Rohlings would like, after all, he knew what his own father liked, what Lenny liked and even what a man of Wesley Ryan's stature liked. So he began doing a number on the reserved John Rohlings. When he referred to the older man as "Mr. Rohlings" the rancher said, "Please Steve, call me , John, call me John or call me daddy, whichever." "But your Lenny's dad, you are my elder,": said Steve. John Rohlings chuckled appreciating Steve's show of respect, but he retorted, "With my dick in your mouth and you having stripped me naked, I think the elder status has gone out the window, okay?" Steve lifted up from sucking on he rancher's elongated cock , smiled, kissed up the man's treasure trial, drilled out his navel and then said, "What about if I all you Papa John." And then Steve leaned up further to again chew his Papa John's lush mannips. "Oh Steve, oh son, what you do to me, so good," John Rohlings exclaimed as Steve made his nipples hard like rocks. The rancher then asked, "Will you fuck me, Steve?" Steve smiled, got up, removed the rest of his own clothes and went back to sucking the rancher's fine shaft. When he saw Lenny's dad huffing and puffing as though he was nearing a cum, Steve backed off for just a minute and asked, "Papa John, when was your last time with a man? Do you and Lenny's mom fuck much? Tell me about your sex life." As Steve coated the man's shaft from tip to base, massaged his balls, and occasionally reached up to tease his pointed reddened mantits, John Rohlings gave Steve a brief overview of his sexual experiences. " Menopause was hard for Steve's mom, so I quit pestering her for regular sex after a while. We make love once in a while, maybe every six weeks or so, but not nearly enough for me. I am horny a lot, Steve. I need a young man like you to be able to see once in a while." "Wish I'd known," Steve admitted. "A couple of times when you saw me shirtless, and I knew you were looking at my body, I was so tempted to make you want me even more." The farmer chuckled and added, "Do you remember about three months ago when Lenny was not around us for a few minutes, I was bare-chested, I caught you looking at me, and I came up close to you to answer one of your questions, and I kept rubbing my middle finger over my right nipple? And you watched it very carefully?" "Yes, I wanted it to my finger playing with your tit, Mr. Rohlings. The rancher laughed and said, "I did that because I was so temped to ask you, if you wanted to lick my chest." "I would have," Steve admitted now showing a great breath of honesty to his friend's father. John Rohlings returned the transparent honesty. "And I would have let you, son. Hell, I've even found myself lingering in the bathroom, waiting for my son to finish his shower, just to see him pull the curtain back and to reveal his nice bod. I know that's bad, but I need more sex. I don't need a mistress, that complicates things." "Do you have a regular male lover?" Steve asked as his tongue circled John Rohlings meaty nipple causing the rancher to become hornier and hornier. Steve liked how the tit turned to a nice peak as though offering itself to him for an appetizer. Steve continued stroking at the man's eager cock, knowing he had the rancher under his spell. "I don't want this spread around, but yes, Steve. When I can make it out of town as I do about every couple of months or so. We also meet at business meetings for farmer types. . I mostly have met another man about half ways between here and where he lives. He is a helluva lover. I wish I could make it more often to his spread. He has a playhouse barn to die for." "Wow, sounds kinky and good for you, Papa John. I am glad you get some release and good loving. And it has been sooner than six months, huh?" "When we get together, we suck and fuck at each other so much until the dude just about drains me for that long," John said and smiled enjoying his own humor. Steve lifted his body on top of the rancher's fine frame. Their warm, naked skin pressed together from their legs to their privates to their bellies and to their hot chests. Steve watched as Lenny's father amused himself by taking his finger and thumb to put Steve's wide, young mannip with his own and to squeeze the meat together. Steve remembered when he and his dad had done the same. It was a sensuous kind of symbolic joining between two men to pinch their mannips together. He told Mr. Rohlings to "hold the base of your cock up for me. I am going to straddle you, I want you to fuck me first." Within a few seconds, Steve felt the first inch of the good looking shaft belonging to his friend's father sink into his tail. Observing Lenny's father closely, Steve could tell the first edges of his warm ass were having a serious effect on the horny farmer. He edged his ass down onto the cock of Lenny's father. The feeling of knowing he was fucking his friend's father, a man he had eyed many times and fantasized about, made Steve shiver. The rancher noticed Steve's excitement and smiled. Lenny's father said, "I think you are liking this too, hey?" "Very much, Papa, very much. Now buck your hips and fuck me." John Rohlings began to hump his ass up off the sectional with a good rate of motion. His strength allowed him to fuck up and back down and back in with ease, letting Steve get a good feel of his cockhead pushing into his guts. He could not resist Steve's wide mantits any longer, reaching up to first palm them, then squeeze them and then to discover the details and tips of Steve's fresh nipples. :Oh Steve, oh son, yes, yes, oh yes, oh yes," John moaned as the younger man fucked him in a very respectable and pleasant way. "Not since my friend, Clas, first stuck his cock in me have I felt this great," the man said,. "Clas? What an intereesting name. Is he foreign," Steve asked as the twosome continued a steady fuck and together let their bodies break into sweats. John grabbed Steve's hips to make it easier for Steve to fuck up and down his shaft. "No, not foreign at all, a real American," John aid mindlessly. "His real name is Claude and his last name is Watkins, but oh, he is a tremendous lover, Steve. He would like you very much." Steve thought about the excitement of being wanted by two earthy men at the same time. He wondered what it would be like to be sandwiched by John Rohlings and his friend, this Clas Watkins. But the thought left him, as Lenny's dad began a fast repetitive, hard driving shafting of his boy ass. Steve reached down to pinch at his new Papa's breasts and then to pull maddeningly at his attractive nipples. The man's nipples made him lustful, not because they were as pointed as the general's or as nicely brown and meaty and round as his father's, but simply because they were sexy. Their vulnerable, dark pink look caused Steve to really go after them. And Steve intensified the pace of his fucking to drive down hard on rancher John's stiff dick. The acts brought John Rohlings to a long orgasm that he had badly needed. Seeing the sexual tides wash over the face of his friend's dad, Steve eased his ass all the way down on the rancher, caressed his pectoral muscles, and encouraged him to "Oh yes, Mr.,. Rohlings, yes, Papa John, oh yes, my man, fill me with your man sperm." "Argh, argh, argh," John Rohlings muttered as his man seed shot from his hot dick and filled the ass of his son's best friend. He again wondered how recently it had been since Lenny had left his sperm inside this young man, The rancher held Steve's as cheeks in his palms as both men felt the sperm shots. Steve felt his friend's dad depositing his sperm deep in the pits of his ass; John felt the streams of semen bolt from his piss slit and rocket into the darkness of Steve's tremendous ass. When the father's intense orgasm subsided, the twosome lay on he sectional together to enjoy the aftermath. John caressed Steve's cock, palmed his nut sac, kissed his nipples. and chatted with him for a while. John Rohlings had been saying "So Clas and I get together at a roadside motel about every several weeks or so, it's a 45-minute drive for me, but if I can get away for longer, I go on to his place. It's about an hour-and-a-half from here. He's got a great spread and a huge barn with a sauna, a bar, and a king-sized bed built for fucking. They kissed, caressed and enjoyed each other's bodies. Steve even listed John's arms to enjoy sucking out the pits under his long, hairy arms. He noticed how much the rancher liked the act. He also nibbled at John's earlobes and rimmed his anal opening with his middle finger. He liked how the rancher held him in his strong arms and squeezed him to his breasts on occasion. Steve was just about to ask Lenny's dad to "make love to me, now," when he heard the man begin a light snore. Steve smiled. ,He kissed John Rohlings lightly on the lips and then smooched at both of his lush mantits. Steve knew he wanted the man to fuck him; he also knew he wanted to spend time torturing the man's hot looking nipples, but that would need to wait. He knew the rancher needed his sleep, and things could wait for a better time. His dad was not to be home for a while. There would be time. 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