Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2009 17:51:13 -0800 From: Rollerboy Subject: AMISH ACHERS 7 Amish Achers 7 by Rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com It was an unusually warm Spring, and several months had passed since I brought Caleb & Jeb back to the farm after our Opera event in Chicago. It was time I took the Corniche on a road trip to "blow the carbon out", as we used to say back in the 60's & 70's. The 412 cubic inch all aluminum V-8 engine, producing "adequate" horsepower, just purred as I cruised down Interstate 80/94 towards Northwest Indiana. The trees were budding, and the magnificent purple redbuds and vibrant, yellow forsithia were spectacular. The mid-70's air tossled my hair as I drove, top down, through the countryside. This was the first time I'd taken the Rolls-Royce to Indiana, so you can imagine how many heads I turned as I drove down those country roads. People tend to crain their necks hoping to see some famous person driving it............sorry, no, it's just plain old me. I always have fun taking it through the McDonald's drive-up, just to see the look on those kids faces when they hand over my junk food. If I hear, "Nice Bentley" one more time, I think I'll scream! I have nothing against the Bentley marque, it's just not a Rolls.........period! Of course, I hear "Do you have any Grey Poupon?" so frequently, I keep a small jar in the glovebox, as do most Rolls owners. I came upon the gravel road to the barn and turned into the lane. I crawled along at about 3mph so as not to throw up too many stones onto the car. I'm very cautious with my Rolls, as you can well imagine. The boys were outside, heaving bales of seed into the new spreader I bought for them. They were both shirtless, so their sweaty upper bodies glistened in the sun........Caleb's was winter pale and Geordie's was bronzed and extremely muscular! I stopped for a moment to gaze upon these two magnificent specimens who were heaving 100lb sacks of seed like they were loaves of bread. Geordie must have followed Caleb's workout routine over the winter and had blossomed into one hell of a muscle stud. His muscles rippled with each toss of a sack, and the sweat made every sinew and vein pop out like an anatomy chart. His milk chocolate-colored skin made his definition stand out even more. He was awesome. Caleb was no slacker, and he looked bigger than ever. I imagine both boys consumed more eggs over the winter than the town of Peoria did in a year! Geordie saw me first........he dropped the sack of seed and yelled, "Gabriel!!!!!" and ran towards the car. Caleb followed suit and ran towards me like a charging bull. Geordie came to an abrupt stop right in front of the Rolls-Royce's grill and Flying Lady. He stood mesmerized as Caleb came around, opened the door, and lifted me out of the car as though I were a sack of seed. He twirled me around (all 205 lbs of me) and shouted, "Praise the Lord, or friend is here!". The dogs were out in the field and must have heard the commotion, so they came running towards us too. Lucky and Jeb both jumped up as Caleb twirled me around and around. I started to get dizzy so I said, "Okay, Caleb, that's enough, thanks". He put me down and I held on to him tight because the world was spinning all around me. Geordie just stood there staring at the Rolls........as if hypnotized by it. I whispered to Caleb, "Is Geordie okay?". "Yes", he responded. "Ever since I told him about your magnificent motor car, it is all he speaks of". I walked up to my muscular mullato friend, and said, "Jump in". He turned to me and with the biggest grin on his face said, "May I?". "Sure", I replied, knowing that his sweat will wipe off the leather. He walked around to the passenger side, gently opened the door, and eased into the passenger seat. He stopped for a moment to savor the experience, then closed the door. Caleb said, "Spend a few moments with the boy and I'll prepare a midday meal for us", then he walked back to the barn with the two dogs. "Geordie", I said, "I'm here to take you back to Chicago with me for a couple of weeks.......would you like that? His face lit up like a Christmas tree as he replied, "In this most wonderful automobile?". "Why, yes, of course", I replied. At that, I slipped the Rolls silently into Drive and pulled up to the barn. "Oh, Gabriel, please come up and let me show my appreciation for your offer", he pleaded. I responded, "I've missed you boys". We climbed up the ladder to the loft and the dogs greeted us at the top with drooling tongues hanging out. I patted each one on the head and remarked, "I've miss you guys too!". Geordie was the last one up the ladder, then he bounded up to Caleb and shouted, "I'm going to Chicago with Gabriel in his most magnificent automobile!". Caleb replied, "And so you shall, my friend". "Gabriel, as you will see, is a most gracious host, so let us make him feel welcome. He turned off the burner and they both dropped their drawers, revealing their shaved and uncut manmeat to me. Each of them has a generous overhang of Amish skin on their cocks......thanks to be birthed by a midwife and not some cut-happy, big-city doctor. They are both thick and veiny, but Geordie's is long, very long. It must hang down at least 10", soft! Could it be true what is said about African American men? All I can say is, I like it! "Come Gabriel, disrobe, and allow us to show you Lucky's new trick", said Caleb. "Okay", said I, and peeled off my clothes. There we three stood, naked to the world, and each getting a stiffy. The only difference being that mine doesn't stand straight up when I'm standing, like the two youngsters. "Lie down here on this mat", said Geordie in a soothing voice. I lay on my back and he gently brought my legs up vertically, then gently drew them back towards my head. He then whistled and Lucky came over to me to begin licking my asshole. Caleb introduced some Astroglide into my hole, then with hand signals, Geordie motioned the dog forward. Lucky stepped in between my legs and positioned his front paws on either side of my chest, then he started probing with his cock to find my hole. Caleb slipped a small pillow under my hips, and that corrected the angle. The dog's cock found my quivering butt hole and plunged into it. He began thrusting feverishly, and I could feel his cock swelling inside of me. His knot broke through and I wrapped my arms around the large dog and held on while he gave me a pounding I'll never forget. His thrusting stopped after awhile and he simply laid down on my chest, all the while pumping me full of doggy sperm. At this point, the male dog would hop down and turn, still tied to his mate, but Geordie taught him to lie quietly on his bitch as he inseminated him. The dog licked my face as he filled my rectum with cum. Caleb came over and squatted down over my face, lowering his smooth ballsac into my mouth, "teabagging" me. I sucked on his lucious, hairless balls as he masterbated and Lucky licked his asshole. I could sense he was getting ready to blow, so I released his balls and he directed his cock into my mouth as he blew his load down my throat. It tasted musky sweet and I took every drop. Caleb withdrew and Geordie squatted into position.....lowering his hairless, black balls into my mouth. I sucked his enourmous marbles until he masterbated to orgasm, then he directed his cock into my mouth and emptied it forthwith. I took his every drop too as Lucky licked his ass. The dog's knot subsided and he withdrew. I laid there, totally satisfied, with dog cum dripping out of my ass, and boy cum dripping from the corners of my mouth. It was Heavenly. Geordie came over with warm, wet towels and cleaned me up. I thanked him for making me feel so welcome, and complimented him on his physique. "You look magnificent, my boy", I said, "You must work out constantly?". He blushed and said, "Caleb is a tough task master, so I must thank him for his help". I replied, "Yes, you owe him a debt of gratitude". "I do, therefore, I pleasure him every chance I get, and I will be eternally grateful to him". We three sat at the table, naked, ate lunch and talked about the trip to Chicago. "What would you like to do while there, Geordie?", I asked. "Well, I would love to hear Caleb's angel sing, and I certainly do love your automobiles", he responded. "Unfortunately, Caleb's angel is singing in Europe until the Fall, but the cars are always there, as are the boats", I replied. "The boats, you say?", said Geordie. "You have watercraft?", he added. "Why, yes, yes I do". "Do you like boats?". He lit up and responded, "Oh, yes, Gabriel, I do". "It is the only way a man can walk on water like the Lord, Jesus". I replied, "Then it's settled, we'll go to Chicago and go boating, all three of us". Caleb added, "But what do we do with the dogs?". "Oh, we'll bring them too!", I replied. After the fields were seeded, we put blankets on the leather seats, and drove to Chicago with the top down and the dogs on the backseat of the Rolls. We pulled up to my building and Caleb jumped out to greet the doorman, pumping his hand like a Chicago politician. "I want you to meet my brother, Geordie", he said enthusiastically. Our African American doorman, said "Hey bro, whazzup dude?", and gave him a soul shake. The puzzled Geordie said, "It is my pleasure to meet you kind sir, but I do not undertand your language". The doorman was taken aback and realized that he may as well have spoken Hungarian to the boy, then said, "I'm terribly sorry sir, I was practicing my hip-hop vernacular"........"How do you do?", he said apologetically. "I am very well thank you", said Geordie, spoken like a Harvard graduate. Caleb dragged Geordie to the elevator, along with the dogs, and put the key into the slot for the 90th floor penthouse suite. I just made it in before the elevator doors closed. We arrived on the 90th floor, and as the doors opened, the dogs ran right to the couch, and Caleb began tearing off his clothes. He yelled, "C'mon, Geordie, take your clothes off......it's gonna rain!", and ran towards the bathroom. Geordie looked at me with a puzzled look, and said, "Gabriel?", as if to say, "Is he crazy?". I whispered, "He has a surprise for you.....go ahead". He ran towards the bathroom, practically ripping off his clothes. He stopped at the glass door of the shower and stood there with just his shoes and socks. He looked in and saw Caleb luxuriating in a torrent of water pouring out of everywhere. The Queen of the Night's aria from The Magic Flute was playing, as the blonde Adonis let the water flow all around him. Geordie's jaw was practically dragging on the floor as he said, "My Lord in Heaven, it's raining in here, and I hear an angel singing!". As I peeled off my clothes, I said, take your shoes off and join him.......I'll be right in. I took a long, satisfying piss, then I joined the boys in the shower (there was room for about four more, if the reader would like to join us sometime!). Geordie stood there and let the rain wash the farm off of his beautiful body. I took a shower puff and lathered it up, gently scrubbing down both boys. They instantly got hard so I bent Caleb over the planter, lubed his asshole with shower getl, and penetrated him, offering my ass to Geordie. He lubed me up and penetrated me, then we chain-fucked in the shower with me in the middle. Caleb came in the planter, I came inside Caleb, and Geordie blew his load inside of me. We finished and collapsed on the floor of the shower and the water gently rained down on us. I looked up and saw both dogs licking the condensation off the shower door. "When was the last time those dogs had a bath?", I asked. Geordie responded, "The last time they jumped into the crick, I guess. I opened the door and let both dogs in. We lathered them up and rinsed them off, watching the farm dirt go down the drain. The next morning, we walked down to the harbor with the dogs, stopping in the Yacht Club men's store. I outfitted both boys with the latest nautical attire, including their very first pair of Sperry Top Siders. They were a sight in their tight, striped shirts, and white trousers. The lady sales clerks were swooning to say the least. The dogs sat on the deck outside, patiently waiting for us to come out. The boys wore their new clothes as we walked down to the pier. "Which one do you want to see.....the cabin cruiser or the speed boat?", said I. "We want to see both", said the boys in unison. "Okay, the cabin cruiser is right here". I led them down to the end of the floating pier to my 56ft Carver Voyager SE Motor Yacht. They ran through the three staterooms, the media room, and the bridge like little kids. It was like something they'd never seen before. The dogs just sat on the pier panting. "Gabriel, is this not a house that floats?, said Caleb. "Yes, I guess you can say that", I replied. Geordie was speechless. I said, "Okay boys, now lets take a look at my pride and joy". I took them to the next pier and showed them my 47' Fountain Lightning racing boat. Both boys stood on that pier unable to speak. I could see the erections forming in their tight, white pants. We put the dogs in the boat, fired up the three Merc engines, and took her out on the lake for an afternoon of sucking, fucking, and hot dog sex...............after an 88mph run up to Milwaukee. If you liked this story, please read my other stories in the Nifty Archives Prolific Authors file under "Rollerboy". They are: Pumping with Charley, Canine Unit, Dude Ranch, Limousine, Self- Suck Virgin, and Campground. Your comments are welcome at: rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com