Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2023 16:38:35 +0000 (UTC) From: rollerboy Subject: AMISH ACHERS CHAPTER 11 Amish Achers 11 by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com Tyler continued to see Caleb after his divorce was finalized, and when he wasn't staying at the firehouse, he was with Caleb at the water intake residence. Luckily, he and his wife had no children, so it was amicable with no custody battles to fight. Even before the the judge ruled, the bitch moved in with some guy. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she was fucking this guy even before she found the Grindr app on Tyler's phone. That was just the convenient excuse she was looking for, and we all decided that she was the loser in all this. Especially since Tyler had just downloaded the app and had only been looking. Tyler was movie star handsome, and you could easily see him playing Superman, with his dark, wavy hair, and that deep cleft in his chin. He continued to work out with Caleb and was developing a magnificent build. They worked out in other ways, and I don't need to elaborate. I would watch the two of them interact, and it brought back fond memories of Geordie; it melted my heart to see Caleb so happy with his new love. And love they did, they were inseparable, practically joined at the hip. As I thought about their future, knowing that Caleb would inherit my fortune because I had no children of my own, and knowing that his self-esteem would suffer if he felt like he wasn't productive, I hitched a plan that would be key to his destiny. Oh, he helped me immensely with business matters, being the bait that lured gay men and lusting women in the publishing business. When he's dressed in an Armani business suit he's enough to make any person swoon, with his handsome good looks, great stature, and his disarming Amish manner of speaking; Fabio has nothing on this boy! After we had dinner on the rooftop veranda of the water intake crib, I said, "How about a romp with the three dogs". Tyler was keeping Sparky over the weekends now, and the Lieutenant allowed it, knowing full well what would take place, in fact, he would join us on occasion. The boys responded with an enthusiastic, "Yes!". It was a beautiful summer evening, and although there were boats out on the lake, some with lights strung up on their rigging, we were far enough out in the lake that we didn't expect any curious onlookers. The word got out on local television that a gay millionaire businessman and his protege were now leasing the water intake crib from the city, and it had already appeared in Architectural Digest due to my brother's design skills. But tonight it was quiet, and even though the stars were competing with the ambient light from the city, it was a moonless night, so they shone brightly. Caleb ran to get some lube and towels, and then the three of us each chose a dog to play with; I chose Sparky, Caleb chose his old pal Jeb, and Tyler chose Lucky. Sparky was probably one of the largest Dalmatians I'd ever seen, and the dog was all muscle. Jeb still won the award for the biggest knot, but all three dogs are well-endowed. All three of us assumed the mating position, facing each other, looking like the Mercedes logo from up above. A warm breeze was blowing off the lake, and there were no mosquitos. That's the advantage of being several miles from shore, surrounded by water. The dogs were all dutifully sitting behind us, licking our butt holes in anticipation of the "Up" command. It's amazing how a dog's tongue can fold and slide inside your anus; it's the ultimate ream job and there's nothing like it. We all slathered on some lube when the dogs stopped licking, then we adjusted our stance to give the dogs the easiest access. We each commanded the dog's, saying "Up", and all three went to work almost simultaneously. The nice thing about dog sex is that they never have to be "in the mood", it comes naturally, like eating and elimination. Nature designed them to propagate the species, so there's never any moral or religious issues to prevent that. Each dog zeroed in on his target, and our buttholes throbbed in anticipation. Semen begins to squirt out of a dog's penis almost immediately, so lube usually isn't required, but it never hurts to use it. This was my first go `round with Sparky, but I knew I wouldn't be disappointed. As the dogs started humping, we three leaned in and started French kissing each other, and sometimes all at once. This middle-aged guy was in Heaven, slipping the tongue to two handsome 20-somethings, and getting theirs in return. Then Sparky's red rocket touched the tip of my rosebud, and Mother Nature took over so he started ramming it in, and ram he did. There's nothing slow and rhythmic, or gentle about a dog mating with his bitch; his goal is to get it in, set the knot, then pump as much semen in as possible to continue the bloodline. Once inside, the knot begins to swell to a size many times the size of your anal opening. This is Nature's way of locking the mating pair together, then plugging the hole so no semen can leak out. A horse's baseball bat-sized penis is designed to serve a purpose as well. The horse's penis deposits the sperm, then as the penis retracts, the "flared" end scoops out the semen from a competing stallion. Naturally, a domesticated horse doesn't need that, but in the wild, with so much competition for a mate, desperate times call for desperate measures. As I was being bred, I could hear the "oomfs" and grunts from the boys as they too were being bred and tied, like two bitches in heat. As soon as each dog's knot was fully formed, each stopped humping and laid down on our backs. Their tails were bobbing because as they pump semen into the bitch, Kegel muscles in the dog tense and relax as insemination takes place, over and over again. Eventually, each dog turned and was locked together with his mate for at least 20 minutes of bliss. The full feeling of a dog's knot filling your rectum is indescribable. Sparky was the first dog to disengage, and his knot came out with a "pop", sending some of his seed pouring out of my ass without the knot to plug it. I decided to turn around and grab Sparky's cock by the knot and scoot underneath him to catch the rest of the sperm he continued to ejaculate with my mouth. So there I was, lying on my back with my head under Sparky's still squiring penis, then I took him in my mouth. As he squirted more dog jiz down my throat, the boys both dragged their studs with them and began sucking my cock and balls. Swallowing all that dog cum, then having those two handsome boys working over my man parts, was enough for me to quickly orgasm right into Tyler's mouth, as Caleb sucked on my testicles. Eventually the other two dogs disengaged and set both boys free. I then hiked up my legs exposing them to my leaking and gaping butthole, so both boys took turns burying the bone inside my slimy, doggie cum-filled hole as I gulped down a seemingly endless amount of dog cum. A few days later, when Tyler went ashore to work at the firehouse, I asked Caleb if he'd be willing to help me write a book. "Gabriel, me? Write a book? Methinks I'm not smart enough", he answered. I responded with, "Oh, my dear boy, you are very smart, and so pure and genuine". He blushed, then asked, "What wouldst thou have me write about? "The Amish, of course", was my answer. "My people?", he said. "Oh, Gabriel, my people would not take too kindly to me talking about them". I explained to him, that was exactly why a book must be written from the prospective of someone who lived, and suffered the wrath of such a closed society; an expose' of sorts. And, at this point, he's already been shunned, and erased from the memory of his church, so there was nothing more to lose. I told him that I would ghost write the book with him, so all I needed was his insight, and I assured him that all names would be changed to protect identities. In fact, we don't even have to use the Indiana Amish community, we could use a Pennsylvania or Iowa sect. And we would manufacture a different reason for his being shunned, of course. I continued, "I want the world to know how such a wonderful person like you, who did everything right, was cast out for one transgression, as if forgiveness or redemption didn't exist". In halted speech he responded with, "I am a good man who did all I could for my brethren, and my brethren discarded me because of how God made me". His eyes filled with tears and his face turned red as he fell into my arms, sobbing. He was unconsolable, as he was when Geordie passed. Then he raise his head and said, "Yes, Gabriel, let us write this book". Well, we did write the book and it became Number One on the NY Times bestseller list. Publishers were actually fighting over it, because the subject matter was so provocative, even more so than an expose' of the Mormons or the Masons. Usually, you have to send your manuscript to multiple publishers, and unless you're a celebrity or politician, most get rejected. Of course, I went with the highest bidder, and the $30 million dollar advance ensured that Caleb and Tyler would never have to work again. As his ghost writer, I took enough to keep me in new Rolls-Royces for a long time! Caleb, and his now partner Tyler made the rounds of the Late Night talk shows, as well as Good Morning America and the Today Show. They were both charming and so photogenic, the fan mail started flooding in, overwhelming the Post Office. I made sure that Caleb dressed in traditional Amish clothing, complete with suspenders. He was constantly asked what his life was like now, and he maintained that he still upheld the tenets of the church, which is a bit of a stretch, but it satisfied his adoring fans. Once the world wind of interviews and book signings was over, the boys came back home to unwind. I said, "Boys, you have had multiple proposals of marriage; from a closeted Saudi prince, a Spanish princess, and a nephew of the Sultan of Brunei. Oh, and the daughter of a Russian billionaire and her gay brother!". They both laughed heartily, then said, "Gabriel, we just want to be with you, forever". I teared up hearing that. Later, after the boys had gone to bed, I heard a gentle knock at my bedroom door. It was Caleb. He said, "Gabriel, may I have a word?". I said, "Sure, my boy, come in". He sat down on the bed, and put his head on my shoulder. I asked him, "Is something wrong?". To which he responded, "I do not know, but remember when we three were making love with the dogs, and I was suckling your testes?". "Yes", I replied. "Well, they were so smooth and silky in my mouth". I chuckled and said, "Well, I'm glad you liked them. Feel free to do that any time". With a very worried look on his face he said, "They are unlike mine, which are lumpy". I put my book down, and grabbed him tightly, not wanting to let go. (to be continued) If you enjoyed my story, please support Nifty.org with your generous donations, and look me up as "Rollerboy" under "Authors" on the home page. That will take you to the other stories I have in the Nifty Archives. And as always, your comments are always welcome. Email me at: rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com (disregard any other addresses). Thank you!