Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 14:04:26 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "The Farm Boy and the Photographer, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Rural "The Farm Boy and the Photographer, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Rural The travel clock, on the night table that Otis now held in his hand, read 5:30AM. was his usual time to get up and milk the cows. He felt Craig's warm, silky backside against his penis that was experiencing it's usual morning erection. If it was his brother against him, he would just have slipped in, heard a satisfactory sigh, and proceeded to hump himself into a delicious cum. He had a feeling that proud rich and successful camera boy would object strongly and he didn't want to part on an angry note. He did, experimentally, push a little closer. Oh how strong was his need right now. It was frustrating that such a natural thing would be blocked by his bed mate. Even asleep Craig felt that exploratory push as the hick's prick tickled his puckered hole, sending hot shivers up and down his spine. He sat up abruptly, although he was used to sleeping until ten o'clock after his usual Hong Cong clubbing. Craig was a great dancer and more than once, his companions mentioned his dance face. "You look as if you are having a long happy orgasm, and it gets the girls wet and the boys stiff." But right now his expression was angry. "Don't even think about it shit kicker." Otis laughed. "Oh Mr. Craig, I am mostly a polite boy lak Gramps taught me but I am terrible need and your rump is the prettiest I ever did see. Can't I jes put the head of my penis inside?" Craig jumped to a sitting position. "Now hear this: As much as I would lose to feel you inside me (his voice was growing small and hoarse) I knew that I am bad and should not be thinking about it." Otis laughed. He immediately thought about his brother who used to say that to get Craig to spank him. That used to be the only way he could agree to getting fucked. So, with a whooping laugh Otis said, "I git perfectly 'n I will oblige." He pulled the tall slim creamy skinned boy over his broad muscular thighs. Sweat had broken out on the elegant back and Craig was sighing continuously, almost sobbing. "I am bad. I have bad thoughts." "We'll take care o' that with a strong hand." He applied his strong, calloused hand in a firm slap on the slim ass cheek. Craig eyes filled with tears and Otis could see them dropping to the carpet. His leaned down and kissed the wet back. "This is hard fer me, but it has to be. Be brave." Another slap, and another one. Craig was in full bawling and Craig decided that it was enough. He moved the boy over to the bed, placed him on his back and lifted the shapely legs to each side of his hips. Craig's hairless ass hole was full exposed and Otis could see that it was pulsing in and out. "Oh my, you really want my penis inside. Yer hole is inviting me in. You want it?" There was no answer but Otis could see the fight going on by Craig's expressions, changing from fear to lust. Finally lust won out. "You can put just the head in," he said in a little boy's voice. Otis laughed happily. He was on the way to his needed satisfaction. He knew that a boy getting corn holed can never be satisfied with a little, he want it all. Otis put the head against Craig's hole and waited. Sure enough the dripping head of his cock was almost pulled in. He waited again. Craig was huffing and puffing from the feeling of that warm intruder and suddenly he pushed his ass backward and Otis's thick shaft began its journey into the steaming depths. He almost fainted from the good feelings. "Oh you fine picture boy. I'm feel so good, if'n I died right now, I would have had happiness. Kin I push all in and do a little farmer sawing?" Craig croaked. "Do whatever you want. I'm a fucking whore and I know it." Otis, now almost blind with sensation pushed forward and felt the velvet interior of the Chinese boy's passage close around his penis like a caress. Craig groaned out. "If you're going to fuck me do it, don't just leave it soaking there." Otis snapped out of his reverie and laughed merrily as he knew he was in charge and he had the power of bringing the young man to the gates of heaven. He reared back and then plunged forward. Craig let out an "Oooof", then as the onslaught continued to began unearthly howling. Craig's whole body felt it was being fucked. He was assailed with so much sexual feeling that he mouth hung open and his eyes tightly shut. "Is this hard nuff?" Otis said in a strong voice. "I kin do it harder, if'n you desire." "I'm close to cuming. Try to cum with me." Otis grimaced in effort. "I sure will try, sweetie." He redoubled his efforts and his strong hips were flying as he sawed and reamed the Chinese hole. He soon saw the Chinese boy's face knot up in the minutes before his cum hit him. Otis felt the ass hole fluttering around his now even stiffer prick. He knew that his climax was on the way. Craig's long penis lay over his belly, almost to his cute navel. Now that prick lifted and the piss hole expanded in and a long shot of imported cock juice exploded out of the head and landed like jewels on his polished skin. Then as succeeded jets came, the farm boy began his cum song and his completion. Fire jets of cum bathed the boy underneath's passage and Craig gave two more spurts. When they finished there was no way to even move. They were totally spent. Finally the stronger of the two, the young melon boy stood up. "Wahl, that sure was somethin'. You have the hottest hole there. You oughta fuck more often." Craig, now pulling himself together, trying to be dignified, even though a heavy stream of farm cum was leaking out of his ass hole, said, "It was amazing, and I'll do it again, but only with you." Craig put a slim arm around Otis's neck and drew him into a lingering, wet, intimate kiss. "But alas, after today's exhibition, I am returning home to Hong Kong." "Stay one more day and I'll do it even better." "Oh that is s-o-o-o tempting, but I can't, my father expects me." They kissed again and teared up a bit. End of story