Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2010 16:15:53 -0500
From: tom jacobson <rowdster2006@hotmail.com>
Subject: Test Drive - rural gay, encounters, beastiality

Down here in the south, the summers can get hot.  Real hot and humid.  And
while spring and fall are high on everyone's list of favorite seasons, I
don't mind it.

I've always been an outdoor guy.  I'd rather spend my time outdoors than
anywhere else.  Growing up, my grandparents had that great farm about an
hour from the city, and while everyone else was riding motorcycles and
playing sports, I was the one with my feet on the ground, exploring the
ranch, hunting and fishing and hiking.  And with more than our fair share
of horses, donkeys, and cows on the ranch, it was a great place to learn
about my own sexuality in my early teen years.  The ultimate in penis envy
to a young developing teenager is holding or trying to jack off the cock of
a full sized stallion or jack donkey, and I had no shortage of
opportunities growing up out here.

And while my grandparents are now gone, the farm has fortunately been
passed on through the family, and I am now watching as neices and nephews,
in turn, get to spend their time out here.  Most could care less about it,
but there is a nephew that has the same sort of attachment to the land as I
used to, and still do.  Could he be turned on by the same things as I was?

You see, I'm 4 years divorced now, with no kids, much as I wanted them.
The ex is but a distant memory now, and I'm obviously happy now that its
over.  We weren't married for particularly long, but were together for 2
years before making it official, and then for 5 years.  But like a lot of
guys, the sex dried up after we got married, and that still bothers me to
this day in how that is FAR to common in most relationships.  Sex was her
way of getting me to commit, and once she had me she thought she didn't
need to work anymore, or put out.

She didn't think I'd kick her to the curb.  I did.

And you know what?  I've never been happier.  I'm free to date when I want,
and who I want.  Maybe I just wasn't meant to be married, I wonder
sometimes.  I love women, and a woman with long legs and high heeled boots
will make me spring a boner in a real hurry.

But maybe I'm not as straight as I'd like to think as well.

The strange thing is that I've never been attracted to any guy to want, or
wonder, whether I wanted to take a chance or not.  I never really went
there.

Oh sure, I can admit now that guys have made me turn my head sometimes as
often as a good looking girl does, but maybe its only because its now and
not 15 years ago when I was graduating high school, and like every other
hormonally challenged teenager, was chasing every dirty leg I could.  Some
guys experiemented sexually when they had the freedom of college, but I
never did.

And now I wonder.

I've always been the independent type, who didn't seem to want a
relationship when everyone else HAD to be in one.  But I'm outwardly very
social, and have a large circle of family and friends, and got laid just
enough to always be satisfied.  I was no real jock, but was fairly
athletic.  What I've always been though, perhaps like a lot of guys, is
feeling a bit "inadequate", when in fact I'm probably just about as normal
as most guys.

I don't have a huge cock, but still, I'm just about 6" hard, and cut.  But
my best friend growing up was absolutely donkey-rigged, and maybe that
always gave me penis envy (aside from the horses out on the farm, of course
;) I'm 6" good and hard, and he was swinging 6" to 7" soft and coming out
of a cold pool.  Once we both had girls we had picked up in college, and we
took them to our dorm room.  We were both on our beds making out with our
girls, and I heard the other girl remark that he was hung like a baseball
bat, 'cause it was hard about halfway down his thigh.  We watched him
absolutely plow that girls pussy, while my girl got all worked up and gave
me one spectacular blowjob.

Why is it now that I have begun to start looking pics of guys on the
internet?  I don't get it.  I'm not attracted enough to have a relationship
with a guy, but watching some other guy's rod get worked on, whether its a
blow job or he's gettin' laid, does get me hard.  I think if I were ever to
be with another guy, I'd have to be seduced.  Someone else would have to
make the first move.  I've never gone looking for it, but maybe I pay more
attention to it now than I ever did.

I'm sitting in my bed with my laptop, and its hot and humid.  I set it
aside and start to play with my cock.  The heat and moisture of the night
have it hanging long and soft, with my ample balls hanging heavy in their
sack.  I do like it.  I am interested.  All this has got me to thinking
because I finally opened my eyes and ears and let it happen.

Like I said, I live comfortably out in country, or certainly prefer it that
way.  I'm a builder and investor, and put a lot of miles on my trucks.
Well, it was time to start thinking about another one, and so I headed into
the country dealership.  I can't remember whether it was the middle or late
in the day, but this young guy pounced on me as I drove in.

I normally don't know it when this happens, or certainly pay little
attention to it, but lately I've been thinking about it more and more.
He's in his mid twenties, a good 10 years my junior, but like any good
salesman, does his level best to engage me in small talk to build a rapport
with me.

But there's something different about this guy.  For some reason, he seems
a little more earnest.  A little more sincere than the next guy.  A little
more interested in me.  Like I said, in the past I would have sluffed it
off, but am I now finally paying attention to who I am and what I want to
experience?

He's young, in good shape, and attractive, with dark hair like mine, goes
by the name of Travis.  I'm just the guy with a little money in my pocket.
But he's talking to me and seemingly trying to really get to know me.  I
tell him I like to spend time outdoors, to hike, travel and fish.  And he's
all over that, sayin' he gets it 'cause he's exactly the same way.

What trips me up is when he says he thinks we ought to go fishing together
sometime.  What am I doing here?  Is he selling me or seducing me?

But before I can process much else, with a big smile he says that we need
to go take this one truck for a test drive.  I've told him about our farm
and he says no problem - that we can take all the time we need to test
drive it.  I'm doing double takes in my mind, wondering just what is really
happening, but I readily agree to it, and before I know it, we are out the
door and in the cab of a good looking truck that fits the bill.

Can I be doing this?  Is it going where I think its going?  In the
dealership, I was being chatted up as a sales job.  But in the truck, he's
asking me about my relationships, smiling broadly and listening intently.
I tell him about my divorce, but more so about how I am happier now than
I've ever been, 'cause I'm getting the chance to explore now more than I
ever have.

Was that the opening he was looking for?  As we pull on the remote road
leading to the farm, the pastures are mixed with open fields and groves of
trees - cows and horses scattered about.  This farm has been in our family
for generations, and he remarks about how lucky we are to have it, and how
"cool" it all is.  About how the fishing must be good, and how he hoped he
might have the opportunity to maybe give it a try one day.

I'm just smiling to myself, but I may be kidding myself too.  I don't know
what is happening, or really how to react, because he hasn't really made a
direct move, and I've never done anything like this before.  But that was
to change very quickly with his next comment.

"Whoa!  Look at the cock on that donkey!  That thing is fucking HUGE!"

Most farms and ranches in our area have donkeys running in with the
animals, whether its cows or sheep or goats, to be used mostly as guard
animals against coyotes, wild dogs, or other predators.  Donkeys are
smaller than horses, but their cocks are almost the same size as a much
larger horse, and so at times can look like they're almost dragging on the
ground given their relative stature.

"Can you stop, man?  Jeez!  I've got to see that thing close up."

That's an opening you can drive a truck through.

"Did you always have these donkeys out here when you were growing up?
Fuck, that thing is monsterous!  How much bigger does it get when he's
actually fucking another donkey with that thing?"

I'm not the one who can make a move, and I'm not going to here either, but
I'll sure let him drive it if he wants.  I told him, "yeah, growing up was
pretty cool out here.  It sure is hotter'n hell watching him with a hard on
and mounting and fucking another donkey!  A great way to grow up, really."

Travis has got a shit eating grin on him that would stop anyone in their
tracks.  "I do allright", he stammered, "but compared to THAT guy
..... Shit!  I've got a hardon just looking at that thing!"  He's massaging
his bulging crotch at this point, and I'm just going to myself that I can't
believe that this is happening.

"Look at THAT, man!  He gave ME a hard-on!"  And with that Travis unbottons
his jeans and lets his cock spring forth from the confines of cotton, and
turns to me with a grin a mile wide.

"Oh Christ" I said, as I smiled and closed my eyes, nodding my head in
disbelief.  "Look at you, man.  You're gettin' hard too!  I can see it
gettin' hard in there."  Travis has his opening, and he's not missing a
beat.  And for once in my life, I'm not just open to it, but letting it
happen.

He walks over to me, with one hand almost reassuringly on my shoulder, the
other cups me immediately almost by my balls and stiffening cock.  "Nice"
he whispers, almost daring me to look him in the eyes.  I do, but only
briefly, and he takes control.  "I bet you need this.  I could tell you
were looking for something different."

I looked down at a really nice, probably 7" cut cock pointing straight up
at me, balls tight in their sack.  "Go ahead, man, I need it too," he said.
I stammered, but couldn't really say anything, as I took his thick cock in
my right hand, lightly gripping it around the shaft, and then cupping his
balls - feeling another guy's cock in my hand for the very first time.

The feeling was almost electric.

We were totally alone in the middle of our farm, but even if someone had
driven up on us, I probably wouldn't have noticed.  As he slowly unbuttoned
my shirt from my belly button down, Travis commented, "you're staying in
pretty good shape".  I smiled a shy smile and said, "I work outside all
day.  I build houses for a living".

And with that, the smooth, deft hands of someone who knew what he was
doing, unbuttoned my jeans, and cleanly tugged them downward, freeing my
own stiffening cock from my athletic grey boxer briefs, as he stepped in
close to me and held our two cocks together.

I was obviously breathing hard, but hardly speaking, as I told him "I don't
know what to do."  And with that same, almost devilish, smile, Travis
looked at me and said "don't worry.  I do!"

Well, when its been months, or even years in the making, I could have blown
my wad all over his belly with just him smoothly gripping and massaging my
cock and balls.  "Just relax" he reassured me, as he sank to his knees,
kissing my lightly furry trail from my stomach down to my cock.

I was gritting my teeth, as he almost ran it along his cheek, and he worked
his way down to my warm and sweaty balls - licking them, rolling them with
his tongue, and then inhaling one, and then the other, into his mouth.  Oh
GOD, I LOVE the attention my balls get, but then again, here was a guy who
CLEARLY understood what other guys like.

Lightly licking up my shaft, he makes his way to my straining knob, and in
words that can only be described as liquid velvet, went down on me.  With a
warm, soft, and wet mouth, I feel like I'm actually in someone's pussy, its
that good, as he initiates a steady pistoning motion up and down on me.

"Oh GOD, that's good", I somehow got out, as I stood with my legs apart,
trying to steady myself, as I held onto the hair on his head, feeling him
pump on me, coaxing my balls to release.  "Take your time.  Its OK," he
repeated, as he moved effortlessly from my shaft to my balls, and then back
again, teasing me to the edge not once, not twice, but three times before I
moaned that I couldn't hold back any more.

I suppose every guy almost has his own style of cumming.  We all can
pleasure outselves in such a way to know exactly what will bring us our
ultimate release, but occassionally we are fortunate enough to be in the
more-than-capable hands, so to speak, of an accomplished professional.
I've been with a few girls who were expert at it, plenty who weren't, but
never in my life did I think I would allow another guy to go down on me,
who was able to make me so weak in the knees as I felt my balls reach their
boiling point.

My calf muscles were literally spasming, as I felt my cum's journey feel as
if it were traveling almost from my feet and through my thighs to the mouth
of my cock, as I erupted in climax.  Normally I'm not that vocal, but I was
given a reason to be this time, and I moaned and almost yelped in pleasure
as spurt after spurt of white cum were eagerly taken by Travis' expert
mouth and tongue, and down his wanting throat.

"Wow.  That was a good cum load there, buddy.  It's been a while since
you've done that, huh?" was what Travis said next, as he almost licked his
lips in satisfaction.  I smiled and blushed, and could barely look at him
as I confessed that I had never let another guy ever go down on me like
that before, but that I then doubted I would wait that long again.

As he stood, I noticed he was jacking on his own cock, and here I was,
selfish in my own desires as I tried steadying myself and regain my
strength.  "You're a loud dude when you want to be", and all I could answer
was it was just that good.

We were still in the presence of a very hung donkey, whose own cock was
being exercised almost, slapping against his own belly as he strained for
stimulation after our own Donkey Show, as it were.  "Damn, man, I've got to
see if I can hold that," said Travis as he knelt down and grasped the long
and leathery, but smooth shaft, who soft cock was nearly twice as long as
Travis' rock hard one.

"I can't even get my hand around that thing", he motioned, as the donkey
turned out of his grasp and out of reach.  "Not all of them are very
approachable, and it can take a while before they get used to you handling
and trying to jack on them," I said.  "I don't do it as often as I did when
I was a bit younger."

As he stood and turned back towards me, his own cock was still hard as a
rock, if not more so, and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.  "Here, let me
try this" I said, "but I don't know if I could ever top what you just did
for me".  With that I opened the tailgate of the truck, and turned Travis
against it so he was seated against it.  "Don't sweat it" was his answer.
"Just relax and do what you want to do, and enjoy it.  I can take care of
it."

Words probably can't describe the difference in our experience, but I was
game I guess, considering I had never been there before.  I jacked, I
fondled, I tried giving him head.  But as I started sucking on his balls,
knowing the intense pleasure I get from the attention my own get, he really
started jacking on his long cock, just saying "yeah, that's it, that's
good!"  Moments later he was throwing his head back, almost to where he was
laying in the back of the truck on his back, as he started shooting long
strands of cum up on his chest and part of his shirt.

"Oh man, that was good!  Not bad for a rookie", Travis smiled.  I smiled
back and blushed again, and pretty much said that a good cum was a good
cum, even if it was my first crack at it.

And that's it.  No kissing.  Nothing more.  Just a knowing and satisfied
smile, along with a "Dude, we gotta get this truck back to the lot.  Don't
be in a hurry to buy one, 'cause we gotta bring another one out here again
for another test drive soon.  I like this place."

I think that'll work for me.

As always, if you liked this adventure, write and let me know.  All us
writers really dig the feedback, 'cause it keeps us writing more.

Tom
rowdster2006@hotmail.com