Date: Tue, 25 May 2010 15:38:34 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Farm Boy Gets Deputized, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Rural As Clem made his way along the corridor he looked down at his sexual area. "My lands! it's sticking out. This here place gits to it." So he was sticking out stiff and proud as he pushed open the door to the Play Area, as the sign said. He entered. It was dimly lit. Immediately his senses were overwhelmed with the sounds of happy fellas enjoyin' sexual things. His nose was hit with that male smell of sweat and fluids that made his sexual organ really stick out. His eyes made out writhing bodies. "My, my, it looks lak they are havin' wrestling matches." He laughed in pleasure. He did love wrestling other farm boys at the state farm and he had won a blue ribbon once. "Hi everyone," he called. A few boys lifting their heads and stared at him in amazement. He out pointed every male in the room, and their were about six or seven, a few jes restin'. He heard one tall boy with blond curly hair say to his companion, "Darlin' I think you've been replaced." Another kid said, drawling, "Fasten your seat belts honeys, it's going to be a bumpy night and I am the one who's up for it." Another boy near him, who was doin' that sixty nine thing that Clem's cousin showed him, reached out a long arm and grabbed Clem's leg and tried to pull him toward him. "Hey friend, You better not fool with the law." As soon as he said that, he regretted it. As if someone had fired a pistol, all the sex activity stopped. One shaggy haired boy stood up on the bed and shouted, "It's Stonewall, let's march out here and into the streets. He can't push us around. A small guy stood up and everyone hushed. "I'm not afraid. I am Mrs. Norman Main." They all laughed and the tension was broken, especially when a big dark skinned guy pointed to Clems fat erection. "If he's the law, that must be his billy club." Everyone laughed. Finally one boy whispered to Clem, "You want to play with us?" Clem laughed happily. "I sure love to play, an' 'fact is, I got a game we kin all play. It's called milkin'" "Sounds good sweetie," said that boy with the blond curly head. "How does it work." Clem put his hands on his hips and pursed his lips in a serious way. "You gotta folly what I say. Now all of you, get on your knees and elbows an' let yur sexual organ hand down lak a cow's udder." "Yeah?" someone asked breathlessly. "What then?" "Then I milk you all. Now no more fussing, git ready fur the milkin. I milk cows mornin' n' night, so I know how to do it right." The seven lads all were, shall we say "cowed" by the authority in Clem's voice, but also his beauty and they immediately complied with the order. One or two "cows", Clem had to push a bit to be in line. He stood there his hands clenching and unclenching unconsciously ready to milk. He could here the boys beginning to get enthusiastic. He could tell cause they wiz breathing and sighing loud. He noticed, peeking around each one that their penis/udders were ready for milkin'." He did what he usually did in the barn. He went down the row of naked boys with their rumps in the air and gave each "bossy" a resounding slap. Some yelled "Ouch", others moaned happily. He reached under the first boy, that blonde kid and pulled his "udder" and squeezed at the same time. Blonde was off in the land of sexual passion and he was moaning softly. The others looked at him, catching his zaniness. Clem wasted no time in getting to the other boys, using his two-handed technique. Now the room sounded like choir practice wiz doin' on what with the cat-0-walkeri', but that was music to Clem's ears. He made his way along the "stalls" giving each one heavy attention, hearing the sighs of disappointment when he moved to the next boy. Soon their udders were dripping milk. He felt their sacs and announced, "Yur milk sacs sure are full of milk. I bet yur doin' give a quart or more each. Jes hold on, it'll happen. While he was pleasuring the boys, his own rising tide of horniness was almost overtaking him. His prick was vibrating and dripping and he had trouble keeping his voice steady, but Clem was a good boy; a boy who liked to make others happy, so he pressed on. The blonde kid was beginning to go into a fuck motion, trying to get more of Clem's rough farm hands, and the dark haired Italian- looking fellow with that nice trail of hair in his ass crack was showing his ass hole pucker kissing the air. That gave Clem an idea to intensify the moments before they gave their milk. He began to use one hand for milkin' and the other for playing with ass holes. My, he thought, they is different from each other. There's that dark kid with almost bristly hair there and the red-haired kid with golden hair surrounding his hole. Clem was enjoying it all. As he returned to the head of the line, the blonde kid whispered (but the others heard), put your finger in side, and all began to plead for it. Clem was delighted and he gave each one a good finger fucking, not forgetting his milkin' motion. Finally, one by one each boy began to howl in ecstasy as they humped into their heavy cum. The bed was soaked, but the boys were happy and sleepy. Clem was smiling but his poor sexual organ was begging for attention. The blonde kid realized it. "Hey you selfish bitches. Here's our pleasure who never got pleasured. Help me put on fresh sheets and let's make him happy." The bed change was done in fast time and they grabbed Clem and lay him lovingly on the bed. As his back settled on the clean sheet, he was already sliding into a sex haze. One boy was licking his toes, another sucking his fingers. Blonde took his cock as a prize and sucked away. The Italian boy with his full lips was kissing Clem's hot lips and playing tongue tag with him. Two boys claimed a nipple for each. This intense loving was bringing the sweet farm boy into sexual heaven. He was singing his impending cum song and soon his hips began to rise and thrust. With a long, low groan he lapsed into his heavy cum. They fought over a share of the sweet boy milk and lapped it all up. After Clem rested a bit, he announced that he had to git home to the farm and he gravely shook hands with each boy lak his Gramps had taught him. Back in the Sheriff's station house, the Sheriff was eager to know if he could make arrests. "Did you book any of those sinners?" Now Clem always told the truth, even if he had to change it a little. "Sheriff, ever thin' wuz nice at the bath. Lots of exercising an' cleanin' up in the steaming room and showers." Sheriff was disappointed but he had another assignment for Clem, "I heered that the out house near the court buildin' is filled with those kinda folks. Yur next assignment is to check that out." Clem saluted. "Yessir, I'll do my best with the 'signment." End of Story