Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2005 21:28:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Greg Subject: Farmer Seth by Uncle Greg (Gay/rural) (Anal) (Usual disclaimers apply) "Hey, Mister - do you think you could use your tractor to pull my car out of a ditch?" I looked down at the face of a young man from the city. His flesh was pink from the cold but his eyes were bright. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins and cursed softly under my breath. I loved farming but had spent far too much time on my own. I struggled to control my emotions. "Where did you ditch her?" I asked. The stranger pointed towards Clifford's Lane, a notorious trouble-spot. Young men and fast cars had been known to end up there before and not all had walked away from it. "Seth Hedley", I said, holding out my paw. "Danny Heron" he replied. His handshake was soft. "Tractor's in the shed", I told him. We walked companionably from the house to the shed where I started up the tractor. I motioned for Danny to climb onto the safety-bar and showed him where to hang on. When we reached the ditch it only took a few minutes to attach chains to his pretty red Morris Minor and then carefully pull it back onto the gravel road. Danny got behind the steering-wheel and the engine started, first try. "Thanks!" he yelled. I looked at him without a smile. "Thanks don't run this outfit", I rumbled. Not that I wanted payment but I did like teasing city folk. Besides, there was a war on. "I don't have any money on me", he said, looking a bit embarrassed. "Can I come up to the house and see if we can work something out?" I nodded and set off on the tractor. When I got to the house the sporty red Morris was parked outside the house and looking as though it belonged there. Danny followed me inside. "You live here on your own?" he asked me. "Uh, huh", I said giving nothing away. He looked at the pile of unwashed dishes on the sink. "Expect it gets a bit lonely up here?" he said. "Yeah", I replied with feeling. "Don't go bending over in front of me or I might lose control if you know what I mean". Danny gave me a look of comprehension and then said: "Actually, I wouldn't mind that at all". I gulped at the thought of having my way with this young man. "Seriously?" "Sure! It'll be payment for all your trouble. Besides, I could do with one. Where do you want me?" "Uh, over the end of that couch. It's warm in the kitchen - freezing in the bedroom". He started to get undressed. "I'll just get something from the bathroom". I rushed down the hall and collected a tub of petroleum jelly. When I returned to the warmth of the kitchen Danny had dropped his trousers and was bent over the end of the sofa, his plump bare bottom sticking up in the air. He moved and his bum-cheeks opened revealing his hairless crack. I swear his brown puckered hole winked at me. My fingers were all thumbs as I tried to unbutton my flies and then my braces. There was an disagreeable smell emanating from my visitor. The year was 1943 when men only had a bath once a week yet this one reeked of cheap perfume. Danny watched my reflection in the mirror by the table. "That's a big 'un", he said admiringing my penis which stood out, stiff as a poker from its nest of brown pubic hairs. I might be 30 but I wasn't exactly 'passed it'. I took some petroleum jelly and penetrated my visitor's hole with a finger. His spincter muscle gave way easily, allowing me into his hot tunnel. "You're not the first", he said. "Not by a long shot. How else do you thing someone like me could afford to buy a car like that?" There was a whine in his voice which was disagreeble. Worse, the lax inner-muscles in Danny's bum-hole did not pulsate around my finger. I removed it and wiped it on his shirt-tails. "Then you won't mind if I do it hard?" "If you must". That whine really was aggravating. So, I plunged all eight inches of my uncut dick into that waiting hole. Without giving him a chance to adjust to the sensation of having my big pole lodged up his rectum, I started riding his rump. I must say that for a town boy he took it well and he even half-heartedly wriggled his plump behind to meet my thrusts. I slapped his bum a few times with my hand to show him who was boss. My visitor displayed no reaction at all. I then used my hand to fondle the nape of his neck and gently stroke his flanks. All the while my big dick was poking his hole with long, hard thrusts. From past experience I knew it would take me at least 30 minutes of hard fucking before I emptied my balls up his shitter. But this boy was so loose back there so it might take even longer. I slapped his bum with frustration because his fuck-tunnel was so wide my dick could barely touch the sides. I thought back to my first time with Tony the drifter who stayed with me a few nights and who let me up his arse instead of paying rent. He was a beautiful young man with a tight sphincter. Once inside Tony's chute, powerful muscles swirled around my dick and it felt like his tight tunnel was lined with warm, thick velvet. The smell of Danny's sickly perfume mixed with something rancid from his insides made me call the whole thing off. "It's no good", I muttered pulling out of Danny's gaping hole. "I've got other things on my mind". The man slowly got off the sofa. His little diddle was limp beneath its few straggly pubic hairs. "I can do you with my mouth", he said in that thin, whiny voice. "No", I replied, pulling on my trousers. "Thanks all the same". He stood there naked. "Better get dressed", I said. Danny did as he was told. Then shook my hand. "Sorry ... " "That's ok", I said abruptly. "Some other time". I steered him towards the door and into his flash car. It started on the first pull of the ignition and he was away, the car out of my drive and him out of my life. The farm chores seemed more onerous than usual. Having a raging hard-on did not help. I know what you're thinking, why not use my hand to relieve the problem ? I thought I might well have to resort to that before nightfall. I was shifting bales of hay in the barn near the house when a shadow fell across the shaft of late-afternoon sunlight coming in the open door. I looked up and it was Adam Clayton, the 19 year old son of my next door neighbour. The young man grabbed hold of a heavy bale and flung it on top of the pile. We worked companionably side-by-side until the work was done. I admired the muscles rippling under his tight shirt and also his still boyish-looking buttocks. Adam had one of those glorious jutting-out arses you sometimes see on adolescent males. Adam hadn't grown out of his yet. "Mum sent me over to remind you to come for Sunday dinner", Adam said in his deep voice. "Tell her I wouldn't miss one of her dinners for all the world". Adam looked a bit serious. "There was something else, Seth". He shuffled his feet. "I came over earlier but when I looked in the kitchen window I could see you were .. busy". My stomach turned to ice. Adam had seen me attempting to fuck that plump little bastard Danny. I've heard that a drowning man's life flashes before him and it was a little like that for me. But then Adam's voice cut through the mists, bringing me back to reality. "Seth, it's alright. I - I've done man stuff with Carl". I remembered Carl. A good looking man about my age. "And I liked it a lot". Adam's face softened as he remembered what they had done together. "We gave each other a few good ones up the bum but then his lot were posted overseas". I had to stop Adam from talking so I kissed him right on the lips. His mouth opened and our tongues intertwined. His hand gently felt my hard cock which was straining my trouser-buttons. My fingers touched the rough fabric of his trousers covering his crack. Adam pulled away from me and unbuttoned his braces. His trousers and underpants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He grabbed hold of a rail with his hand and bent over, offering me his glorious buttocks. I was only human and shucked out of my work clothes. I found the tub of petroleum jelly I used at lambing time and approached my neighbour. My finger penetrated his trench and found his hole. I entered him with my finger, noting with approval that his sphincter was tight enough to pulsate around it. Adam lifted one foot a placed it on a hay-bale allowing me full access to his hole. I removed my finger and replaced it with my rock-hard cock. I breached his sphincter. God it was tight! The man pushed back onto my swollen plallus until it was fully encased inside his rectum. "Oh!" he gasped. "Are you ok?" "Just give me a minute. You're a lot bigger than Carl". While I waited for him to adjust I breathed in the healthy man-smell of him. No sissy perfume - just honest-to-god sweat. My cock twitched inside his hot, tight tunnel. "OK', he whispered. I started to thrust, slowly at first but then picking up speed. Adam moved under me and the sensation was incredible. His tube fitted around my old-fella like a glove. I started thrusting hard and felt Adam buck under me. Then I did something which surprised even myself. I pulled out of my neighbour's warm, obscene, intimate fundament. He turned towards me. "What's the matter?" There was concern in his voice. "Shhhh" I replied and kissed him again. Our tongues interwined and I felt his big, uncut dick press against me. Without saying a word I turned and bent over, grabbing hold of the rail which was still damp from the sweat in Adam's hands. I felt his finger gently lubricate my virgin hole. Then his thick shaft of prime manmeat replaced his finger. I pushed down until I had all of him inside me. His massive cock skewered my chute. I bit my lip to stop from yelling out. After a minute I started to get used to the alien feeling of Adam's big penis bloating my bowels. Then he started to move, tentative thrusts at first. He picked up the rhythm and I moved under him. My own dick swelled in response to the intimacy of the fucking. Then his knob hit my love-nut and I was in paradise. How long it took, I don't know. But then he whispered: "I'm gonna blow". I felt his penis swell inside me and squirt load after load of hot, wet man-seed into my rectum. At the same time my old-fella joined in and the sensation when I came was the best, ever. Adam lay on top of me. The warmth of his young body and the tender kisses he bestowed on the nape of my neck were bonuses. When he eventually pulled out of me we both got dressed again in silence. We hugged and then broke off. "I'd better finish my chores", Adam said. "I'll be over for dinner tomorrow" I promised. He turned to go but then looked back. "Seth, will you ever want to do - you know, what we did, with me again?" "We will fuck the arse off each other, every chance we get", I promised. Adam grinned at my crude words and waved. I waved back and watched him walk down the farm track. I was still watching long after he had disappeared from sight. Fiction from unclegreg_1999 (at) yahoo.com