Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2012 16:15:36 -0700
From: Rollerboy <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com>
Subject: AMISH ACHERS 8

Amish Achers 8
by Rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com


While we were in town that week, I happened to read in the Chicago Tribune
that the City of Chicago was in dire straits financially, and was looking
for ways to bring in more revenue. One of the proposed methods was to lease
out one of the water intake cribs that lie about three miles out into Lake
Michigan. In addition to the water intake pumps and gates, there is a
spacious living area above with a rooftop garden and a beautiful view of
the Chicago skyline. I decided to take a look, so I took the boys and the
dogs down to the pier, and we boarded my 56' Carver Voyager SE motor yacht
for a ride out there for a closer look. I made arrangements to be met there
by the current occupant.

I trolled the yacht out of the harbor, then we all stripped off our clothes
and got naked on that warm, summer day. The dogs were quite at home on the
water and did not seem to mind the motion, in fact, they seemed to enjoy
it. I had already schooled Geordie in the fine art of making a dirty Ketel
One martini, with extra olives, and we no sooner passed the breakwater, and
I had one in my hand. It took me awhile to convince him that he wasn't
going to rot in hell for making his "Daddy" a martini. Caleb was fascinated
with the operation and the systems on the yacht. He was busy scouring the
horizon and the gauges on the bridge with me, while Geordie was having fun
playing with the dogs. I heard a muffled "Umph!" come from down below, and
that was Geordie taking the knot of one of the dogs, probably Jeb's as he
is the more mature and larger of the two. I could hear the frantic panting
as the dog dominated his bitch, and Geordie's rhythmic moans that kept time
with the dog's thrusting. Once all went quiet, and all we could hear was
the hum of the powerful diesel engines, we knew that dog and man were
inextricably joined together, and Geordie was being pumped with seed. "Is
everything okay down there?", I called down to Geordie on the intercom. He
replied that he and Jeb were "butt to butt" and just fine. I smiled and
instantly got hard.

I let Caleb take the wheel of the Carver, and he stood there with pride as
he trimmed the tabs and steered the boat towards the water intake crib a
few miles ahead. I came up behind him as he stood there on the bridge, and
put my arms around his massive chest and whispered in his ear, "Are you
doing okay, my boy?".  He turned his head and gave me a kiss on the cheek,
and said, "Oh, yes Gabriel. This is a most magical watercraft".  I had a
small tube of lube on the dashboard, so i picked it up and put a dollop of
lube on Caleb's sweet boy hole, as he masterfully handled the boat. I
gently fingered his anus, then came up behind him with my throbbing cock
and slowly penetrated my captain from behind. He let out a satisfied sigh
as I carefully guided my cock into him. I put my arms around him again, and
could feel his heartbeat increase as I started to thrust my naked cock into
him. I went slow at first, but gradually worked up to a more rapid pace,
and as we hit each wave, I'd thrust into him even harder. Caleb moaned with
delight, but he never took his eyes off the horizon, and as I made love
standing behind my blonde Adonis, the water intake crib grew larger and
larger in our field of vision.

The feeling of my condom-free cock sliding in and out of Caleb's tight hole
was so intense, it did not take me long to orgasm inside the boy. I shot
ropes and ropes of cum into him as he moaned with delight. His cock was so
hard, it was standing straight up, and just barely missing the spokes on
the ships wheel that he was carefully guiding. After I was spent, I
withdrew my slippery cock from his throbbing hole, and turned him slightly
so I could suck on his massive, veiny cock. I deep throated him as he
steered the boat towards our destination, and he let loose with a
shuddering orgasm that shook his whole body. He ejaculated an enormous
amount of cum into my mouth and I swallowed it after each spasm. As i was
doing that, my cum was dribbling out of his hole and down the back of his
legs, pooling on the floor. I cleaned his cock well with my mouth, and
whistled for Lucky. He came bounding onto the bridge and immediately lapped
up my puddle of cum that lay underneath a still quivering Captain Caleb.

By that time Geordie had disengaged from Jeb, and came up to the bridge
carrying our shorts and deck shoes. We didn't' need shirts because it was a
warm day, and the boys know I like to admire their physiques, every chance
I get.  We all put our shorts on, then I took over the helm so I could
berth the boat at the pier attached to the intake crib.

We were there to look at the old Carter Harrison Crib, built in 1900 and
named after the then Chicago Mayor.  It's an imposing structure once you
get up close to it, and it is circular with a diamond-shaped concrete pier
attached to it's side. There is an ugly new, fully-automated crib attached
to it by a catwalk called the Dever Crib, again, named after a former Mayor
of Chicago. That crib does not have living quarters as it was built to be
automated. The Carter Harrison crib on the other hand, has a large circular
living space lined with windows all around. It's an old red brick
structure, and one can only imagine how many Lake Michigan storms it has
weathered.

As I maneuvered the Carver gingerly up to the pier, I could see old Arnie
W. standing there waiting for us in his blue bib overhauls. Arnie and his
wife tended to the water crib for about 35 years, until she died a year
ago. Although all of the crib mechanisms are automated, they kept Arnie on
because he was nearing retirement, and was building a retirement homestead
up in Wisconsin. He needed a place to stay until it was completed, so the
City let him continue to occupy the crib until it was leased. He was a
friendly old chap, and he greeted us with a warm smile. He was also a dog
lover, so his eyes lit up at the sight of the two pooches we brought
along. I think he was happier to see the dogs than he was to see the three
humans who came off the yacht. The dogs immediately knew they had an easy
mark, and the first thing Arnie did was take us to his kitchen to get them
a treat and a bowl of water.

We entered the kitchen on the lower level, which also housed the three
bedrooms, utility room, and most of the control panels for the gate system
that is now run by a computer. One could easily envision a handsome "turn
of the Century" man, with his handlebar mustache, sitting there working the
controls and smoking his pipe. It was quite nostalgic, even though manual
controls were long ago replaced with more modern electronic buttons,
switches, and gauges. Still, it was eerily like a scene out of an old
movie.

The dogs each had a pig ear to gnaw on while we continued our tour. He told
us he keeps pig ears onboard for the Dalmatians that accompany the
fireboats who stop by periodically to check fire suppression systems and
have coffee and shoot the breeze with Arnie. We three agreed that it would
be fun to have fire fighters stop by on occasion. Woof! As the dogs enjoyed
their treats, Arnie took us to see the bedrooms and other rooms on that
first floor, and then led us to a central spiral staircase made of iron in
the center of the structure. We four walked up the glossy green metal
staircase, and the boys seemed enthralled by it's simplicity and the sheer
beauty of design. The boys were so fixated on the staircase as they walked
up to the second level, they weren't prepared for what they'd see at the
top. We emerged into a large round room, with no central support, and huge
wooden beams radiating from a central core at the top center. The floors
were done in magnificent high gloss oak in wide 8" planks. It was stunning!
The room was divided up in to sections with large area rugs and some folksy
looking furniture and screens. Clearly it was decorated by Mrs. W. because
it had a softer, woman's touch. There was a dining room table and hutch in
one area, right adjacent to the dumbwaiter from the kitchen below it.  And
all around the room, there were oversized windows that offered breathtaking
views of the Lake and the Chicago Skyline.

"Look, Gabriel", shouted Caleb. "That's your house, is it not?". He was
pointing to the building that housed my wonderful 90th floor condominium. I
answered, "Why yes, yes it is, Caleb". He was proud to have been able to
point it out to me, and I was quite surprised that he could, so I asked him
"How did you know Caleb?". His answer astounded me. "It is the tallest
building??.closest to God, like you Gabriel!".  Geordie was busy playing
with the pinball machine that Arnie kept there for his amusement, and Caleb
went over to look through the terrestrial telescope perched right near a
window facing the Skyline of the city. "I'll leave the pinball machine and
the telescope for you boys", said Arnie. The boys looked at each other and
seeing those two big hulking boys squeal like little girls was comical, to
say the least.

"It's been my home for over 30 years", said Arnie as a tear ran down his
left cheek. "Mother made this God-forsaken place a home for us, but now
that she's gone, it's just a cruel reminder of my sweetheart?? one that I
don't care to occupy alone". I was taken aback by Arnie's comment, as if he
didn't realize that the City was pulling the place out from under him. I
thought it best to let him think that he was calling the shots, and not the
City. I assured him that his new home in Wisconsin will become his new
"normal" and although it won't hold shared memories, it's walls will be
covered with photographic evidence that he loved, and was loved by a
wonderful woman for all those years.

When I made the deal with the city and signed the lease ad infinitum, my
intention was to provide a perpetual home for the boys, just in case they
were unable to stay on the farm, and were unable to assimilate enough into
society. This would be their place of refuge, their "Fortress of Solitude"
where they could live their lives untouched by the corrupt nature of our
society, and where they could practice their bestiality away from the
prying eyes of neighbors and the law. It was the perfect spot, so the deal
was made. Part of the bargain was that I would bring Arnie back to the City
with me, and allow him to stay on my yacht for 5 days until his daughter
could come down from Wisconsin and pick him up. He left most of his
possessions which were to be picked up by a moving company and then
transported by barge to Algoma, WI, the closest port to his new home.
Needless to say, there was to be no "playing around" with Arnie on board
the Carver, which I gave the appropriate name "Why Knot?", an obvious
reference to our zoo proclivities, but unbeknownst to the common man.

We left the Carter Harrison Crib with Arnie and his few suitcases, and
while we took a leisurely trip back to my private dock, my head was
swimming with ideas for redecorating the upper living area. I had just the
Interior Designer in mind, and he just so happened to be my brother. He'll
either thank me for adding to his portfolio, or curse the day I was
born?.. I wasn't sure.

To be continued?????.


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