Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2023 02:58:11 +0000 (UTC) From: "ozzalone65@aol.com" Subject: Farm Breeding (Cum Receptacle (1) This is a story that contains explicit acts of sex between a man and animals. If this offends you please move on to something else. If not, enjoy... Returning to a story for some years back. But an all new tale. Back to the farm with a new tale. +++++***+++++***+++++***+++++ Farm Breeding (A Cum Receptacle (1) ... I grew up in a farm. At least that was where I was born, many many years back and I have been back to this farm of my family many many times. For many different reasons. Family and just to get away from the urban crazy of the big city. But mostly it was for some wicked fucked up sex. Why the family farm for sex when I could get it in the city whenever I wished. Well the kind of sex I am referring to has little to do with a quick hook up with some random guy at a bar or other location I met with them here. The farm offer d me the real sexual pleasures no man could give me. I went back to the farm when I had the great need for a real heavy breeding. A breeding so filling and fulfilling that left me drained and wrecked when I experienced it. What is this unknown sexual pleasure I speak of you ask. Well to put it simply. It was bestiality. Yes, you heard it here. I am a beastie. I love the feel of an animals dick in me. Dog, horse, bull. Anything on the farm that had a big dick. And believe you me. Every male animal on my parents farm was a stud to one degree or another. The smallest dick being if the male Billy goats in the farm. Big balled rams that fucked quick and fast. Breeding in minutes. But filling my ass up with more cum than a man could make. It was the first hefty balls that did it. Whether it was the rams or the family dog at the time. A big hound 'Barley' that had a big thick cock on him. And he fucked to shred. That one was the first one for me. A big ass shredded dog dick. And after Barley I moved in to the bigger farm beasts. Bulls (my God the balls on those fuckers), then the real studs of the farm. The huge hung horses I came in contact with. 18 plus inches of monstrous cock that once I had one I was hooked. Wanting nothing more than to suck on those tree limbs dicks. "Goddamn. So fucking huge" my first declaration Yes I loved getting it by farm animals more so than men. Not that I didn't want guys. For the farm had a few male hands working on it that set me a fire too. Especially James the head farmer hand. Tall , brawny, hairy stud of human male with an equally large dick between his thighs. He was an awesome man to get plowed by too. Knowing what to do to me to get me off as well. Yes the farm seemed a great place to be to get all the pleasures of the world. So why did I leave. Well it's like any young man at the time, I wanted to get out to the world to the big city I had demeaned about in my youth. And when I had the chance to go, I did. But still coming back home when I could. That is for sure. Had to have that sex beyond sex when I was bored with the latest guy I was in to "Need to head back to see the farm" I would say when I needed the escape. But let me start where it all started. Back in my teens, back in my youth when I lived there with my parents. Helping them out on the farm with the chickens and such. Back when I learned of who I was and what I truly desired. Male cock. It all started at about 12. I was a rambunctious kid. Love the family dog Barley more than most things in the world. More so than the other animals. He was the new dog when I was a kid. The old dog we had was getting old and was on his last leg. So we got the new dog and I named him Barley. He was a hound mix that grew into a very big dog after a year or so. And it was Barley that first set me off to something other than my curiosity about men. I think I was always gay. Even as a kid I would look at bits and men differently than I did girls. The attraction was always there. Especially for the head farm foreman James. But strong and handsome fellow that always looked good in jeans. And my eyes were always in his firm, his physique. He was the first man I was really attracted to, and he had been with the family for several years too. So I was used to seeing him around. "Man he is a big guy" I remember thinking when I first saw him. 6 foot 2 and 200 pounds of all man. Jeans snug in his beefy ass and thighs, not to mention his meaty crotch. Shirt always clinging to his sweating body until he would remove it so that my young gay eyes could gander upon his maleness. When I was old enough to understand what I was feeling about him and the male anatomy I knew what and who I was. Declaring to myself that I was 'a gay'. Nit necessarily the best thing to be in the Midwest. But I was and I embraced it. "I am a fag" I told myself "And one day I am gonna have a man like him" Looking at James as I said this to myself. Wishing upon wish that I could have him. But doubting it would ever happen. Besides as I mentioned. My first sexual experience was with Barley. Big barley and his big eight inch club.... +++++***+++++***+++++***+++++ More to cum