Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2001 16:23:31 -0800
From: cheam_43@hotmail.com
Subject: Rural - 1 gay / rural

The typical warnings to sensitive eyes, ears, and whatever body parts that
need protecting.  The following is mostly true, with only a few
embellishments to make the story (and hopefully your sensitive body part)
flow.  If this offends you, please go somewhere else.

  Typical of someone living in a remote rural area, I often go to bed
relatively early, especially in the winter as it is at least warm in bed.
I was in a deep sleep and awoken by the ringing of my telephone... I had
taken the extension with me to bed all week as I was on "call" to help the
neighbors should calving problems develop.  Almost still in my sleep I
picked up the phone and sleepily slurred "hello" into the phone... a deep
forceful voice blasted through the ear piece "HOW THE HELL ARE YA?" with an
pause of expectation that I would recognize the voice... all that I knew
it wasn't my neighbor calling for help with a calf, her voice didn't sound
like this!  I mumbled a reply, hoping that it would dawn on me who the
unknown caller was... I guess in my sleepy reply it clarified to the
caller I had no idea who he was, so he said "it's Gar"... Ahhh, "Gar"...
who the hell is "Gar"?  Still trying to play along, I replied "HOW THE HELL
ARE YA"... which probably sounded like "who the hell are you" in my sleepy
mixed up state... then it dawned on me who it was, just as he said "IT'S
YOUR COUSIN GARY, HOW THE HELL ARE YOU?"  This of course, was no
reconciliation for my confused mind, as recognizing his voice only made my
mind scream "WHY THE FUCK IS HE CALLING, I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HIM FOR 20+
YEARS!!!" which happened on the weekend of his wedding.

It turned out cousin "Gar", reverting back to his nickname from when we
grew up together on separate farms back in Saskatchewan, and his two
teenage kids (who resulted from the said wedding, long since becoming
nonwedding as they have been split for a number of years) were coming to
the coast by train... and were going to look me up (meaning I was expected
to provide food, shelter, and entertainment).  Although I paused for what
seemed an eternity, my mind couldn't develop a suitable excuse to mutter in
response.  And, as I was about to speak (still hoping for a last second
revelation for an excuse) he said, we won't be there until Thursday, we're
visiting (welching off of) some other people first... I sighed how great
it would be to see him again (pause) (quietness on the other end) and the
kids (for the first time).  I think he must have just got home from a
party, cause it was two hrs ahead there, so it was late... He seemed to
want to say something, or was waiting for me to say something, but I was
still struggling with waking up and now starting to feel pissed off that
I've just committed to this visit... and that I had five days to think
about it before it happened.

The phone conversation was winding down, and I was just coming to a full
state of alertness, as my mind began to picture "cousin Gar" from
childhood, the night before his wedding, and what he probably looks like
now... he started to signoff by saying for the fortieth time "be sure good
to see ya again", this last time was almost desperate in tone.  We said
final call stuff to confirm, provide directions, etc... and I was laying
in bed, holding the telephone away from my face as the dialtone buzzed and
said "be sure good to suck ya again".

The week was hectic, trying to get things done at work and around the house
before the impending visit... and of course carve out a few minutes to
check out the net... which, scarily enough appeared to be yielding "fruit"
out here in the boonies.  I had just replied to an ad in a personal
section, he was 15 yrs older, attached, and looking for some fun... and he
was local.  I was frank with him, and he seemed to appreciate that... "the
night my "cousin Gar" was to arrive" I got an e-mail from my new contact
saying "just say when and where".  I managed to reply and beg off until the
end of the week when my relatives left, before my relatives arrived... You
may have to read through that a couple times to follow... sorry about
that.

I think the second thing he said after shaking hands and introducing his
kids, was "what's for dinner?"... jokingly I'm sure to establish what you
can say to a relative and get away with sort of mentality... but all the
party seemed to be pleased with the announcement of what dinner was... so,
we had a beer, some entrees, toured the house, opened up a bottle of
wine, scooped out the food and we ate, drank, talked, laughed a lot.  I was
really impressed with the kids, and was gradually becoming aware that maybe
"cousin Gar" wasn't the red neck from hell that I had thought he would be.
Finally, dinner done, I suggest that we go walk the dog, hoping the kids
would beg to stay in and get at the tv they've been faced to ignore for the
last four hours.  But, to my amazement they jumped up and were ready, and
the four of us and the dog were walking out in the star filled night, down
the long country lane leading to my place.  By the time we got back to the
house, I was feeling really tired, I signed out and slipped up the stairs
to the isolated bedroom on the top floor.  They managed the sleeping
arrangements in the two bedrooms down stairs, which turned out to be a
bedroom for each kid and "cousin Gar" sleeping on the couch.  I got up
fairly early, coming downstairs in the dark... the dog running over to
greet me woke "cousin Gar", he sprawled across the couch near by... his
hand lifted up and automatically started stroking the dog... and I
whispered to him to go to sleep, as my hand lifted up and stroked his dick
and balls through his pajamas... (yes, pajamas... he always was a weird
kid).

When I got out of the toilet, he was still in the same position... almost,
only now his dick was sticking straight out of his pajama bottoms... I
stopped at the door, before returning upstairs and nodded for him to
follow.  I heard his feet hit the floor and move towards the toilet... I
went back upstairs.  A few minutes later, the sound of flushing water
reverberating through the old farm house... I heard his footsteps ascend
up the stairs.  I got up from bed as he entered the room... almost as if
in a zombie state he just allowed me to guide him to the edge of the bed,
making him sit down and then fold out along the bed... if ran a hand up
his exposed belly and across his tits... and then simply knelt down and
started to suckle his skin on his cock head, trying to recall him having
this much "skin" before... or that his dick was as thick as it was quickly
getting to be in my mouth.  He reached down and slipped a hand under either
side of his pajama bottom tops (heh, heh) and shucked'em down over his
stiff dick in front and his hairy ass in back... stopping mid thigh before
plopping back on the bead and his even stiffer dick arching straight back
to my still open mouth... "YEAH, suck my dick", he hissed.

I did, I sucked his dick, still marveling at the amount of skin and how
pliable it was becoming from the ministrations of my tongue... the
thickness of his shaft, and the great way it was filling my mouth, the head
of his cock sliding fully out of its covering at the back of my throat,
filling it completely with its girth.  One hand moving up to play with the
nibs of his nips, the other hand slowly snaking around his big full nuts
and stretch them slowly and firmly away from his body... his legs arching
upwards and open to allow me room to maneuver them... tightly bound orbs
in stretched skin, his movements sending his cock deeper into my mouth, now
allowing him to drive his cock between my lips and over my actively moving
tongue... I wanted him to blow fast, hard and now... he did.  Silent
moans of pain/pleasure were on his lips as my eyes watched his face as my
throat continued to milk his rippling and pulsing dick.  I left him like
that and went and walked the dog.

He gets up shortly after I get back and we have coffee... he seems okay
with things, so talk is easy and he gladly offers to give me a lift back
from the mechanics... I know people won't believe this, but this is the
second time I've had to have my spark plug wires replaced because of
mice... on the way back from the shop, I reached over and stroked his
crotch for a second... no acknowledgment... we get back to the house, and
both expecting the kids to still be asleep just sort of drifted for a tour
of the yard, finally leading to the now vacant barn... I slip up to the
loft for a minute to check on a few things and come back to see him pissing
into the sawdust at the bottom... I descended and waked over to him,
reaching around and cupping his now dribbling cock, he ground his ass back
into me.  Between thrusts of his ass, he worked his hand back over my
hardening cock until he popped the buttons on my jeans... his hand forced
inside the opening of my pants by his own ass grinding back, he hit the
jack pot, which felt more like it wanted to be a jack hammer.  I smiled
smugly at remembering to pocket some lube and a condom that morning... and
I was only a cub, not a boy scout (i.e., always being prepared).

He acknowledged my pull back from his ass, long enough to allow me to slip
my pants down, stroke my cock with some "goo" and slip the condom on...
and slip more "goo" on my cock with one hand and a lob up his butt with two
fingers... making his groan fill the barn... my fingers moved over my
cock at the same rhythm with my fingers up his ass, he only groaned loader
when they were switched... that is my cock replaced the fingers... and
although I don't mean to brag, his groans were even loader now... and all
he was getting was the first couple of inches... man, it made me hot to be
fucking "cousin Gar"... and him groaning like there were no tomorrow...
my hand now collecting a pool of pre cum out of his pulsing dick head... I
shoved deeper and a squirt of pre cum splashed into my palm as it tightened
around his throbbing knob and corkscrewed its way down his shaft to his
balls, he moving back impaling himself completely on my cock as it ground
against his ass cheeks slowly sinking deeper into his liquid fire hole.  My
one hand grasping our hanging balls together as my cock pulled back,
stretching both our sacs... we both groaned, then he gave in and slammed
his ass back over my cock relieving the tension on our nuts... then I drew
back again... a little further.

We fucked like bandits... his ass now completely open... and his ass
hungry for cock to slide back and forth across an increasingly larger lump
deep up his ass... his fat cock pulsed and each pulse was felt in the
extended veins running prominently from his cock shaft... completely lost
in lust, it was so good and ended so quickly... both sets of nuts
tightened up so much that it was impossible to grasp them... I forced his
sack and balls tightly up against the base of his dick and felt my own
following on their own accord... his cock throbbed wildly in my hand and I
grasped tightly at the base of his dick and then held... starting to fuck
his ass for all it was worth... he was howling to cum, not knowing if he
meant me of for me to let him release his... I fucked him harder for the
next strokes before feeling the rise of my cum from the nuts... I sunk
into him, grinding my ass deep with each shot of juice... my cock sliding
in its own slime in the sheath, my hand still tight around the base of his
dick, I slid back out of him, and spun around to capture the tip of his
dick as I released his cock... he arched forward and fired deep into my
mouth... sobbing, he continued to unload... slipping the soggy condom
off, I stood up and we both silently got dressed... He gave me a hug and
said thanks... I replied in kind... in a bit of intimate contact I asked
if he had someone to help him out at home... he replied that he didn't...
and tried to look stoically into my eyes... and "you?" he said.  I replied
"I've learned to get by... pause... and enjoy myself".

We were both surprised to find the kids awake, and I think I behaved more
"sheepishly" than he did... so, it's kind of hard to believe he ain't been
doing this regularly... or at least sporadically!  I had taken the day off
work, and they were leaving after lunch, we decided to do a bit of a walk
in a park at the base of the Fraser Canyon.  I guess I always underestimate
the beauty I live with where I do, but as always, this walk through an
abandoned railway line including 5 tunnels to transverse a twisting canyon
was a very big hit with all three stubble jumpers from the prairies.  The
kids became even more enthusiastic and positive, so it was really great.
And we were back for lunch, them to pack, drop me off to pick up my now
repaired car, and them off to catch a train...

I'm still giving my head a shake when I get home.  I turn on the computer
and there is a message from my new internet buddy that he is stopping
around at "3:00".  I had 20 minutes to jump in the shower, my head (both of
them) starting to back peddle, flashes of our conversation of sucking cock
till it hurt (in a good way, of course)... wondering if I was up to it...
wondering what the hell I'd given instructions to find me to a stranger
for... and why I told him to leave his underwear at home... and how bad
this very near meeting was going to be.  I managed to throw on some socks,
sweats and a top before I heard the crunching of gravel down the
driveway... fuck, who's ever early, let alone on time... I knew he was
older than I was, so I expected that, and wasn't shocked at the man I see
sitting behind the recently turned around car, slowing to a stop at my back
step, the window lower and the flash of his gray fringed bald head looking
up at me through big glasses "you, Seabird?", I nod, he momentarily
distracted by his dog going bananas in the back seat, forcing him to arch
his hands up and back over the seat... allowing me full access to reach in
and grope his crotch... yeah, so what? His whole body froze as my hands
cupped his soft mass of balls and cock... he slouched back and said...
"are you going to invite me in?", I stepped back "would you like to
come....... in?"  I retreated to the porch, stepped out of my boots and
watched as he got out of the car... the mass of tissue I had probed
earlier was now becoming clearly delineated as a pouch of balls and a
short, but THICK cock head... I don't know if I recall looking into his
face close up... my eyes locked on the thickness of his cock head as it
shifted under the cover of his underwear (bastard didn't listen, heh, heh)
and his sweat pants... I hoped my tongue didn't slide out of my mouth at
the sight.

He stepped up into the porch, his one hand moving behind him to close the
door, his other hand moving forward to grasp the outline of my hardening
dick through my sweats... at the same time my hands both moved to his
crotch.  Still mesmerized by the outline of his cock in his shorts and
sweats, my hand kept tracing the crown of his dick head that was clearly
outlined as being much larger than his shaft... I wanted to sink down on
my knees right there... only to be stopped by his hand leaving my dick and
working its way under my waist band and just about shrinking on contact my
cock and balls... his hands were fucking freezing!  But, I endured (a
backward slash of my hand across my brow) and allowed him to explore...
what seemed eons later, I decided that I should reciprocate... when he
felt my hands fluttering upward, he moved both of his hands to assist and
lowered his sweats down to his thighs... his briefs now the only thing
separating me from his cock and balls.  I ran a finger under his leg band
across the tip of his cock head... he reached across and grabbed the leg
band and pulled it back so his cock and balls fell into my hand... I
kneaded the mass of flesh... immediately identifying his uncut skin and
slipping it gently back up and down over his oozing cock slit... then
sliding it back so that it slipped behind his prominent cock head now slick
in juice.  He said "lets go inside".  I came back to reality, again, and
smirked an apology... we stepped up the porch stairs into the kitchen,
closing the door and resuming a hold on now both our cocks... our sweats
pulled down to below our asses... I grabbed his cock firmly and indicated
for him to follow me into the living room.

I sat down on the couch, and he slid in beside me, we both reached across
and began stoking each others dicks... he rolled over on his side and
started running his hand up my body... as we started to get entangled, he
stood up and started stepping out of his clothes as he reached down and
started to pull my top up over my head... I leaned forward, and just as he
pulled the top free of my head, he stepped forward to free himself from his
sweats and shorts, his cock a few cm from my lips... they slipped down the
side of his cock and into his thick pubes, his evenly hairy legs, butt, and
torso all receiving acknowledgment from my roving finger tips... my mouth
and tongue exploring his incredibly hairy bush and hairy balls, and then
back up to his cock... it slipped into my mouth and felt like it was made
for my mouth... I'm not kidding, it really was the most incredible
cock... I moved my head down further, my mouth savoring the feel of his
cock... I didn't want to rush it, but at the same time, I couldn't help
trying to take it fully, flattening my face against his belly as my lips
wrapped around the base of his cock... he shifted slightly to better align
ourselves and let my lips, tongue, mouth and throat work his cock.  One
hand reaching up to play with his tit now fully exposed as he continued to
strip his top off... the other hand sliding up, down, around and over his
balls... my mouth slipping of his cock and over his balls, sucking each in
hungrily... and even with a great amount of mouth mashing being unable to
work both into my mouth at the same time... both hands now working on
separate nips, my mouth returned to the tip of his cock... he leaned over
and massaged my back as he humped forward, slowly sliding his hands over my
back, down further, over my clenched ass cheeks... finally sliding back up
to standing position, his hands moving over the back of my head and now
very actively arching his hips forward driving his dick deep into my mouth
as it was forced deeper and deeper over his dick by the pressure of his
hands... my fingers pinched and turned his nipples, his cock head lodged
and scraped its way into my throat... his cock started to ripple and
swell... then he lunched slightly sideways to he could get deeper and I
felt his cock swell from base to tip as spasms of cum worked their way up
his cock... the last shots were allowed to coat my mouth and tongue...
the only remnants of the first blasts was the feel and the sudden "smell"
that filled my nasal buds... he groaned loudly and it felt like his hard
was going to explode through his chest into my hands as they slowed their
torture of his nipples.  My legs were vibrating uncontrollably against his
legs, me still seated on the couch in front of him... my own
uncontrollable groaning escaping around his cock as a result of his recent
face fucking he had given me... he pulled back, my tongue sliding the last
drop of cum from his cock slit, his whole body jumping at the contact from
my tongue.  He stood up, still gasping for breath, I fell back open legged
to the couch... watching him come down from the wave... almost
immediately after he reached down to grasp my hard cock... I knew his
"heart" wasn't in it and just said, "no, I'm okay... save it for next
time"... I saw that he was relieved... and he quickly started to get
dressed.  I was more than content from the face fucking he'd just given me,
and how he so completely let him self go... I assure you, life was
complete...especially, as he leaned forward grasping my face in his hand
and wispering "you've made daddy very happy son..." although, I woke up
later that night wanting the same thing to happen again... not knowing if
it ever would as he did mumble something about having to get back home
before his wife got suspicious... but alas, since then, I've received some
feed back that suggests it may only just be a beginning...


   "Hey, that was the best I have ever had! I felt your legs vibrate! I
loved the feeling of your body as you sucked...so smooth and soft. I loved
the way you came on and wouldn't let go.... I was in bed this morning
thinking about it and with a hardon and now as I am typing, got this hardon
as I read your note. Your description is beautiful and accurate.... you
should write!
    You are not complicating my life. I enjoyed yesterday immensely and
would like to do it again...  but would also like to reciprocate...
there's nothing like cummng together!
    What's your schedule like next weekend? This week my schedule is very
busy except friday and Sunday. I would like to spend a hour or so with you
..... lying down and enjoying your body and your cock and balls! Are you
interested in something like that? We could even have a shower together, if
you like. I too would not liketo pressure you into anything. I would just
like to hold your body close to mine and feel every bit of it....
     Looking forward to hearing from you."

I replied affirmatively, and now await the next week!

There of course could be several sequels, if there is any interest
cheam_43@hotmail.com