Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 21:28:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Russ and Marco part 3 (rural)

Russ - lean, muscle-toned farmer
Marco - gym-bunny hairy city biker
The pair lay in each others' arms, drifting off to
sleep in Russ' hayloft.
	They didn't wake until they felt a hand on their
shoulders.
	Russ eyes opened to the foreign touch on his
shoulder. It was Bobby, his some-times hired hand.
	Marco's eyes were open too.
	"Mr. Jones?" the young man stared. "I...I...shit."
	"It's okay, Bobby. Just a couple of men having fun,"
Russ started, kind of unsteady.
	"You're gay," the young man said. "But you're dating
my mother. Well, kind of..."
	"We're not really dating, Bobby. You know that. She
just kind of clings on me," Russ slowly slid himself
apart from Marco, who wisely lay there silently.
	Marco eyed the young man. Bobby was about the same
height of the farmer; he was shorter than Marco. While
Russ had a lean, muscle-toned farmer's build, Bobby
was lanky, with muscles clinging to bones. It was an
odd look on a man who was not tall. Bobby was 18 or
19, Marco wasn't sure. Russ had said the young lad
part-time hired help with an aggressive mother.
	Marco also eyed a bulge in the young man's cutoff
shorts. He saw Russ had stood and seemed to have
calmed Bobby, somewhat. Bobby was listening silently,
most of the time making eye contact with Russ, but
Marco noticed the slight glance at Russ' cock.
	"...so are you okay?" Russ asked, putting a reassuring
hand on Bobby's right shoulder.
	"Sure, boss," Bobby said, showing a sly grin. He
grabbed Russ' cock. "As long as I can have some.
	What!?!?" Russ said, stepping back. Marco had stood
up behind Russ and didn't let him get too far, but the
farmer dick did slip from Bobby's hand. Russ felt
Marco's stiff pisser in his ass crack. "You're like a
son to me, Bobby. I just..."
	"Well, `dad', that doesn't bother me," Bobby said,
shucking his white T-shirt. Russ finally noticed the
bulge in his cutoffs.
	"Bobby, not now," Russ commanded, taking charge, but
staring at the boy's nipples in a sexual way for the
first time. "We have a celebration to get to in town,
remember?"
	"Hell, `dad', you slept through it. It's Saturday
afternoon now," Bobby said, slipping his shorts off
and pulling down some worn briefs. "That's why I came
looking for you. You didn't show up. You didn't answer
the phones or return any messages. When I didn't hear
from you this morning, I came out and did the chores,
then noticed the bike behind the barn, and came
looking. I like what I found."
	Marco reached around Russ' chest and started tweaking
the farmer's nips as Bobby knelt in front of Russ and
took his hardening pecker in his young mouth. Bobby
swirled his tongue around the farmer's cock, trying to
get it to release its rural nectar as Marco tongued
Russ' left ear and petted the smooth, taut, 6-pack
abs.
"You're lucky to have a devoted son," Marco whispered
in Russ' ear. "He seems very eager."
	"And experienced," Russ whispered back, putting a
hand on top on Bobby's brown hair and pushing him
further down his rugged shaft. "I don't think this is
his first cock."
	"It's not, dad," Bobby winked at him while standing.
"Not a virgin in any way here. No need to `break me
in' like a wild horse." He leaned in and suckled on
Russ' right tit.
	Marco walked around behind the young stud and petted
his hairless buns.
	"Firm," he said, and slid a finger across the boy's
pucker. "Little moist, too."
	"I just did chores, fucker," the teen mouthed off.
"That's all man back there, willing and waiting."
	"Watch your mouth, young man," Russ reprimanded. "Who
have you been with that talks like that?"
	"High school. Don't be a prude, dad. And I'm not a
whore. Only been with 2 other guys on a very regular
time," Bobby boasted. "We all fuck each other. That's
another reason I looked up here when I saw the bike;
we've used this loft a lot."
	Russ thought back. He'd found quilts up here with no
explanation, a sneaker once, and a condom that he
figured was his, but now he knew. Bobby ran around
with Jason and Clark. One was a baseball player from
another farm. The other lived in town and was cute.
	Russ watched as Marco slid his Italian cock up
Bobby's shitter. Hay dust swirled in the loft as the
afternoon sun slipped through a few loose boards. The
hirsute bodybuilder wrapped his right arm around
Bobby's lithe frame and lifted the lad off his feet,
speared on the muscled biker's shaft, held aloft by
the cock and a muscled, hairy arm.
	Marco slowly moved Bobby up and down on his cock, the
young man's eyes wide open and staring at Russ' body.
	"Suck your boy, Russ," Marco coaxed the farmer.
"Taste him."
	Russ leaned over and slipped the rock-hard member
down his throat.
	"Yeah, suck him, buddy. His pussy's so fuckin' tight.
I'm gonna load it up and you can suck it out," Marco
hissed, increasing his speed on Bobby's butt.
	Cows in the fields could be heard mowing. Squirrels
skittered outside in an oak tree. The early afternoon
breeze flowed through the loft and cooled the sweaty
sheens on each man as they fucked and sucked, pawed
and chewed on manly flesh.
	Marco grunted as he shot his wad up the tight teen
hole around his pisser. Russ was pulling the teen's
balls from his body, stalling his load as Marco
finished. Russ pulled Bobby off Marco and had the
young man lie face down on the quilt as Russ dove for
Marco's sperm in the sweaty farmhand rectum. The
smoother farmer sucked the slime from his "son's"
hole, cleaning it out, his own cock hurting from being
stiff do much.
	Bobby couldn't hold back and shot his seed all over
the quilt as his dad felched Marco's cum from his teen
hole.
	Russ was the only one not to have shot yet. He stood,
his cock jutting from this taut, smooth, farm-toned
body. Clear honey dripped from the end. Marco reached
over and squeezed the shaft and Bobby rolled on to his
back.
	"Shoot it, dad," Bobby said, reaching up Russ' right
leg and gently pulling his finger tips down the smooth
leg, causing Russ to twitch, then cum started flying
from his cock, landing a few feet away and ending on
Bobby.
	"We'd better get cleaned up, men," Russ said after
the trio had caught its breath. "We can't miss
tonight."

To be continued.


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