Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2005 19:27:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Russ and Marco

Russ looked over his shoulder at the barn.
	Bucking bales had given the young farmer an enviable
body.
	The summer sun had tanned him and bleached out his
dark brown hair to a dark blonde. Arm muscles bugled,
6-pack abs and strong legs were used to life on the
farm, where he'd been reared.
	Russ worked without a shirt most days, and wore
knee-length shorts to get rid of the typical farmer's
tan.
	He'd make the trips to the city and pick up city boys
for a hot fuck, but he was tired of traveling the
distance.
	He'd found a few local men, but nothing he'd consider
for more than the occasional evening.
	"Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones!" Bobby shouted from the rolled
down window on the truck pulling up by the barn. Russ
had heard the approaching truck and left the barn to
meet it.
	Bobby Trant was Russ' hired hand, who helped him with
the livestock, and during planting and harvest. Russ
had watched the young boy grow into a young man.
	Bobby's father had left his wife before Bobby was
born, and Russ had kind of adopted the boy, teaching
him to work the land and tend to the animals of the
farm.
	Russ thought of Bobby as a son, and made sure the
young man had no idea of his bedroom pleasures.
	"Bobby, call me Russ. You just graduated from high
school," Russ said.
	"Thanks, Russ," the young man replied with a kind of
"aw, shucks" tone to his voice.
	"So what's up that you're out here on a Saturday
morning?" the farmer asked.
	"Mom wanted me to see if you were attending the
Motorcycle Days festivities today," Bobby said.
	"Oh, sure. I thought I'd head in late this afternoon
for the contests, supper and concert," Russ said.
	Motorcycle Days was one of those yearly celebrations
that the whole community attended. It'd started
several years ago when the local guys with motorcycles
formed a club and had a fund-raiser to finance some
school projects.
	The fund-raiser had grown over the years, and now
hundreds of motorcyclist came to the village.
	Russ always enjoyed it, but it hadn't been until last
year that he'd stumbled across Marco.
	"Tell your mom I'll see her tonight," Russ said. "I
have some chores to do around here so that I can go."
	As Bobby headed out, Russ looked back over his
shoulder at the barn.
	Marco was of Italian descent and Russ had spotted the
burly Italian's chopper last year. They'd struck up a
conversation and Russ learned Marco was from St.
Louis, so Russ nonchalantly dropped the name of a gay
bar in the conversation.
	Marco gave a knowing smile and the pair had spent the
night at Marco's motel room.
	Russ had kept up with Marco, but had only seen him a
handful of times since last year, and this year, he'd
invited Marco to stay at the farm.
	Russ headed back to the barn, shedding his jeans
before he climbed back into the hayloft.
	"Sorry about that, Marco," Russ said as he stepped
off the ladder, naked. He didn't bother with
underwear, except on the most formal of occasions.
	Russ had a lean body, tan and nearly hairless in
contrast to Marco, a bodybuilder with a hirsute form.
The pair were a living contrast: lean muscle vs.
pumped muscle, smooth vs. hairy, tanned vs. untanned.
	Marco lay on an old quilt Russ had picked up at an
auction. The bodybuilder was buck-naked and sporting a
hard 7 inch, uncut, throbbing boner.
	"I enjoyed last night," Marco smiled.
	So had Russ. Marco and Russ, while they'd enjoy each
other's company, had only enjoyed oral pleasures with
each other.
	Marco insisted he was a top, and Russ knew he was.
Russ liked having his ass eaten, but the 2 times he'd
let guys finger him, he hadn't come close to enjoying
it.
	Last night, Marco had let Russ finger Marco's hairy
ass and Marco had thrashed in enjoyment. Russ was
hoping to make further progress on Marco's ass, and
was glad to see Bobby's interruption hadn't lessened
Marco's interests.
	Russ stepped over Marco's face and squatted until he
felt the wetness of the Italian's tongue. The tip of
the muscle slowly swirled around the rim of Russ' ass,
slowly feeling each ridge in the ass pucker. Russ
sighed in pleasure at the slow, deliberate way in
which Marco ate ass.
	Marco had it down to an art, and Russ' cock strained
with stiffness from the pleasure it felt. A pearl of
precum formed at the tip of Russ' cock and started
becoming a rivulet down the farmer's prick.
	As Marco persisted in his tongue and lip work on
Russ' ass lips, the precum flowed down the farmer
cock, his balls and toward the hole.
	In a few minutes, Marco was eating a farm hole
flavored with country nectar. Russ was now moaning
loudly, staring at the Italian's hard pecker, leaking
its own juices. Russ reached out and flicked the tip
of the uncut stiff member with his fingers. Marco's
reaction was to buck, plunging his tongue deeper into
Russ' shitter.
	Russ felt his legs would cramp soon and pushed off
the pleasurable tongue, rolling back into some lose
hay and pointing his drooling cock at the muscle man.
	Marco lapped at it like a puppy, rolling over and
getting on all 4s. Russ motioned him to move closer
and soon the men were in a 69, a hairy pelt of city
muscle rubbing against a farm-honed smooth
synchronization.
	Russ sucked on the uncut throbber in his mouth and
would ease in a finger too, lubing it with his own
spit, then rubbing it against Marco's hairy, virgin
fuck hole. The hole responded, opening as Russ' finger
rubbed across it. Marco was having too much fun
sucking Russ' balls and cock, and occasionally going
lower. He knew he was a top and Russ was a top, but he
wasn't going to let that stop him from his fun, and
he'd certainly enjoyed Russ' finger last night, so
much so that it had taken everything he'd had to not
spray his load all over the farmer's bedroom.
	He felt the farmer's well-worked finger rubbing
across his asshole, and hoped the farmer would be as
daring as he was last night. He was doing everything
he could to send Russ over the edge of lust and to get
the rural man to finger his ass again.
	He applied some real suction to the farmer cock and
felt a finger plunge up his ass and hit something
inside him. Marco's eyes popped open and he took Russ'
cock down to its root. He applied more suction as Russ
fingered Marco's prostate, massaging it and making
Marco go into sexual overdrive.
	Marco felt like his cock was ready to explode, but
nothing was happening. The city stud had never had an
ejaculation problem, so he couldn't understand what
was happening. Russ released the uncut tool from his
mouth and watched Marco hump empty air.
	Russ had a gleam in his eye as he rolled Marco on his
back and kissed him deeply.
	Marco locked eyes with Russ.
	"I want to cum so badly. That finger is making me
crazy," Marco groaned. "But I can't cum."
	Russ smiled slyly. "I know, Marco. I'm a farmer, and
I like to milk my studs. I'm guessing you've never
been milked."
	"Milked?"
	"There's some variations, but what I'm doing to you
it a prostate massage with a cock stroke that keeps
you hard and hot, but unable to cum, Marco. Soon
enough, cum will slowly drool from you uncut cock and
you'll still be hard and ready for more."
	Russ leaned down and started roughly sucking Marco's
right nipple, continuing to massage Marco's prostate,
listening to the gym-bunny's groans and moans. Russ
chewed the nipple until he heard Marco whimper it was
too much, then Russ switched to the left nipple.
	"Are all farmers this talented?" Marco gasped. He'd
lost all track of time.
	"No." Russ reply was short.
	Marco signed his left nipple was spent.
	"Get on all fours, Marco."
	Marco did and Russ startled Marco when he said, "Moo
like a cow, Marco."
	The Italian stud hesitated and Russ increased the
massage on the hairy man's prostate.
 	A long, plaintive "moo" escaped Marco's lips and cum
began drooling from his cock. Russ cupped his hand and
caught Marco's "milk". Marco was somewhere between
crying and sighs of pleasure. Russ stopped the
prostate massage when he was sure Marco's balls had
released their nectar.
	Russ held the cupped hand to Marco's face and the
hirsute stud lapped his own juices from the farmer's
hand.
	Once Marco had licked Russ' hand clean, he noticed
his cock was still rock hard. He was ready for more.
	"What do you have in store for me now?" Marco asked.
	Russ just smiled, and reached behind a bale of hay.

	To be continued.


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