Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2018 15:19:19 -0400
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: Off Farm Breeding (part 1)

This is a fictional story about sexual acts between men and animals.

If this subject offends you. Please exit and move on.
If not. I hope you enjoy.

This is a supplement story to the  'Farm Breeding' series I have written.

This story takes place back in our main characters youth. From just after
his first experience with the bulls

On the year he did not go to his uncles, and subsequent times in between.

More experiences in sex prior to coming back to stay with his uncle the
following year.

There is more man on boy than animals in this installment. But still some
beasts are in here.


I hope you enjoy this story as much as the other.
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'Farm Breeding'.
Off Farm Breeding (part 1)

   I had loved the time I had spent at my uncle's this past
summer. Something I couldn't say initially. My father had made me go to my
uncles to learn how real work was. To show me real labor. 'Something he did
as a kid'.  he wanted me to have this learning experience that he also had
done in his youth. Seems the farm had been in the family for
generations. From my fathers father, to grandfather and beyond.

"Helps you become a real man" he had said

"I don't wanna go dad" I had belly ached

But I had no choice. He was sending me there for my own good. Or maybe its
because he caught me looking at guys in a most unmanly way. I had kinda
known I was gay even when I was younger. I just had a strange attraction to
men. And my father was the first man I thought was handsome.

He was knida of like the better looking version of my overweight uncle. He
was taller than my uncle. Always clean shaven and tidy. Always looking the
businessman. Being in the city had my dad at the gym and in
shape. Surprisingly more in shape than my uncle on the farm I had been sent
to. Which I had found strange.

"Ohh wow" I had said one time of my dad

My mom had passed away when I was a baby. And it was my dad that raised me
through the years. He was a stern man at that. So I had had my shade of
spankings when I was bad. Laid across his lap as his big hand swatted
me. Sometimes I had felt his dick in his lap when he did. this was somewhat
a turn on, even though I had no idea what that was yet.

I had caught him once as I was coming out of my room. He had just stepped
out of the bathroom in just a towel. That's when I was able to really look
at my dads' body. Toned, smooth and muscular. His ass tightly pressed into
that towel. He looked at me oddly as he saw me looking at him.

Like I said, probably why he had sent me to my uncle's. Thinking the labor
and being around a 'man's man' as he put it would make me a man. But after
that first summer at my uncle's, my desire for dick only
intensified. Seeing the man my father thought so butch and manly get fucked
by a bull made me want it. I found myself looking at guys in the gym at
school, The head coach Mr Hudson and pretty much any guy I deemed as
hot. And it was my plan to get dick in my ass. My first real dick.

I got my first real dick one day at school. I was walking through the halls
between classes. I had to get to my locker to get my other books. As I
walked through heading to it I saw Mark Twilson. Mark was a senior and
jock. He was on the wrestling team and the Softball team. He was a big guy
at his age. he was about 5'11 and at least 210lbs. Mark was the guy the
girls wanted to date and the guys wanted to be. More so than the Football
quarterback. Probably because he was so intimidating. He had dirty blonde
hair and blue eyes.

I never care much for the guy personally as he was a jerk to all the
sophmores. And when he saw my scrawny ass he would torment me a
lot. Especially since I had even then some gay qualities that were just
under the surface. I was near my locker when the brute pushed into me as he
passed me in the hall. Shoving me to the wall of lockers to the right.

"Hey twerp" he said

"Yer in my way"

The guy shoved me hard against them. I bounced off the lockers and fell to
the floor. it hurt when I hit the wall of lockers hard. But I didn't want
them to see me cry. Even though I so wanted to. Him and his buddies just
laughed at me as I sat there on the ground. Tears trying to well up in my
eyes.

"Gonna cry queer boy" one of his buddys called

I just sat there and let them pass. All were laughing hysterically as they
left me there. Books scattered about. I hated them, hated them
all. especially Mark. Even though I secretly found him hot. I always had,
since I first saw him. But since he was such a fuck to me, I mostly
despised him.

I looked back at the crew as they walked on. Mark was in jeans that were a
bit snug on his big butt. And his thick wrestler legs pressed against the
material as he walked on. I looked up as he glared back at me. Did he
notice my staring at his ass? I hoped not. I would hate for that guy to
kick my ass for being a fag.

"Assholes" I said as I sat there

People in the halls just left me there in my misery. Not helping. But I
hated them all anyways. Since my day moved here some years back for work
after mom died. Closer to his family he had said. I was moved away from the
few friends I had had.  So I was more over a loner here.  Just did my
studies and came home to my lonely room.

Later that morning after the incident with Mark and his crew. I was in the
locker room after gym class. It was my last class of the day. So I could
get home to my TV and my computer games. But as I stepped out of the
showers and into the lockers area, I saw the jerk Mark Tilson step into the
locker room. He was by himself and was in his wrestling tights. My jaw
dropped as I gazed upon him. His awesome beefy body squeezed into that
singlet which left little to the imagination.

"Fuck me" I said quietly as he walked in

His chest was pushed out in the tights. Arms thick and strong. His thick
legs had blonde hairs on them. And his crotch held a nice bulge in it. I
stared at the thing pressed between his meaty legs. But that's when he saw
me looking. I tried to turn away and just stare at my locker. But he saw
me. He looked at me and smirked.

That's when Mark came towards me. he puffed up his chest more to look
bigger, more intimidating. Then as I was grabbing my shirt, he grabbed it
from me.

"Hey pussy boy" he growled at me.

"Like what you see"

"Huh?" I tried to feign off his question

But he grabbed me and turned me around. His strength over me obvious. I
looked at his crotch again. It was so close. I could have reached out and
grabbed it right there. Then I looked up at his blue eyes. They were so
beautiful. But his face looked mean and angry.

"Saw you looking at my ass earlier gay boy" He said

"And now here in my singlet"

With that he grabbed my head.

"What you want my big ole dick faggot" He growled

"Then lets go fucker"

With that he grabbed me and pulled me out of the locker room area. I called
out for help. Hoping someone would hear me. But nothing

"No one can hear you gay boy" He said

"The coach is gone."

"Everyone is gone"

"Its just you and me faggot"

He pulled me into the shower stalls. Then threw me into it. Then he came in
and stood above me. He reached down and groped at his package. I actually
saw as his dick throbbed in his singlet.

"Why don't you just suck my dick like a good gay boy" He then said

"I am a bit horny anyways"

I couldn't help it as I licked at my lips hungrily. It was an action of
instinct. But it was a tell that I did want it.

"Come on fucker" he growled

"I know you want my dick"

"So get over here and suck"

Then he came in closer. He grabbed my head and shoved me to his crotch.
That was it. I inhaled his sweat and stink from wrestling. It infiltrated
my nose.

"Awee fuck. Smell that" My head screamed

"Its soo awesome"

So I gave into my lust......................

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to be continued