Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2024 20:09:47 +0000 From: Griz Subject: Harvard Comes To Montana - Chapter Thirty-Three Harvard Comes To Montana - Chapter Thirty-Three By Griz UMGriz@protonmail.com 10 April, 2024 "So, I said to my wife with the wooden leg, I said, `Peg'....." Well, there you go. That's all you get, Rick. It has been suggested that I expand on my sense of humor and include more family-friendly fare. Family-friendly? This is Nifty. It is not The Lawrence Welk Show, Mutual of Omaha's `Wild Kingdom', nor is it Donny And Marie. If there are actually people of different generations but the same blood lines, gathered in the basement rumpus room with popcorn and `The Bill Gaither Trio' playin' on the Zenith Hi-Fi to read this or any story on this site, well, I'm not sure I'm the one who needs to hear suggestions on appropriate material. I appreciate the suggestion, though. The challenge to come up with wholesome, midwestern red-state humor will be at the top of my list.....as soon as I fall and hit my head, develop amnesia and a complete loss of of my personality, and take up writing for Reader's Digest. Until then: You're in the wrong place, and I'm not writing the wrong humor. Just so we're clear, Rick. Now as for the rest of you: Thank you for reading about Jozef, Marc and the rest of the castaways on Farm W in Fergus County, Montana. Thanks, too, for writing to share your thoughts on the story. I share mine, you share yours, and within a few days, I have a new chapter in the works. None of this would be possible without all of you. Yeah, Rick; even you. Oh: I actually do have a riddle for you, part of which is family-friendly and G-rated: Why did the pervert cross the road? Because his dick was stuck in the chicken. Okay, well, this is played out like an 8-Track, so let's move forward with Chapter Thirty-Three of "Harvard Comes To Montana". ********************************************************** *** The following story is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the age of 18 or if this type of fiction is prohibited in the location where you are reading this, do not read any further. All characters and names are creations of the author. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Please show your support for Nifty, a great organization that gives opportunities to all types of authors to express themselves. To find out how you can contribute, go to donate.nifty.org/donate.html *** *********************************************************** Throughout the night, Marc and I moved around, adjusting our positions, but never were absent each other. I woke briefly at least three times, and satisfied all was well, I zonked again, one of us or both in physical contact with each other. Maybe my mind was just active and wanting to check on Marc. He'd shared a history that was filled with a distinct lack of protection, at least until his Fourteenth birthday, and as you know by now, Team W is all about protecting each other, our families and friends and our farm. Maybe I was just waking up so I could have a constant reminder that Marc was still there, and I hadn't been dreaming the past two weeks. When I was finally and fully awake---and prepared to stay that way for the next fifteen hours---I looked down at that delicious fuzzy peach I had planned on for breakfast. I smiled at it, as well as the man who grew it, but did not follow through on my not-so-subtle (but still very pleasurable) method of waking up my man. My Sweet Prince had a full day ahead of him, making travel and other arrangements, continuing to review his most recent book and whatever else on his agenda. I was thinking that in his line of work, there's really no reason to rush. Historians can't do anything until there's history to document. Farmers rush to do everything. Maybe we don't need to rush so much. I knew from perfect example that not rushing through a Sunday morning in July got me not only an historian, but two following weeks of making some incredible history together. Only 3,638 more weeks to go, and we can return to the Billings Sheraton and stay in the other suite. I hoped there'd be a headboard on the bed we could carve our initials in, surrounded by a heart. Oh---and a Cialis dispenser within convenient reach. No shame; just reality; even, I suspected, for me. I rolled carefully to the edge of the bed to stand and leave the sleeping prince to his rest. That prince, though.....he seemed to need to make sure I was still in bed with him, but he didn't wake up for confirmation. As I moved away toward the edge of the bed, he moved with me, still holding on. I gently loosened his grip on my back, and he actually gave a little whine in his sleep. Adorable. I hoped our kids would be adorable, just like Marc. Oh---and cocky, annoying and funny-as-fuck, like their other dad (me). On my agenda, sooner than later: figuring it out. Aleksy had a Gus 2.0 to bring about. Mine was a Ned 2.0. Wasn't going to happen at that moment. I wished it could, though.....that peach.....so inviting, though conception with it was inconceivable. We could still practice in earnest..... Might as well get up, clean up and drive back to the farm. In and out in fifteen minutes of a bathroom that provided an efficient solution to morning ablution, and I returned to the bedroom to get dressed. Okay.....the bed was made and my sleeping prince was missing.....this had better not've been a dream, after all. And if it wasn't a dream.....what was I doing in Mr and Mrs Taylor's house, and which one of `em was gonna come running into the bedroom with a shotgun? "Babe----in the kitchen. Coffee? Got cream at the store yesterday. What else?" Ah. The voice that confirmed I wasn't dreaming. Nice. Nicer still: it portended coffee, with real cream. Someday I'd return the favor and let my man enjoy (or endure) a well-creamed fuzzy peach. Yeah, well, you know I know that's in my head. Both of `em, and particularly because when I walked in the kitchen fully dressed, my mate was in an obvious state of unabashed undress. The only thing he had on was a smile and a cranky case of bed head. The perfect vision for me to start my day and get very little done during it, since I would then be inspired to search several times for some discreet and private location on the farm to throttle poor Paco. I wasn't sure I'd even make it to my truck parked in front of our town home. Marc handed me a travel mug that he poured coffee into, and then the small glass bottle of cream to add to it. Now, I'll go down in history proclaiming that `Common Grounds' was my favorite place to get coffee, but Marc was my favorite barista to go down on. Got cream in my coffee, but now I needed some in me, so I descended slowly with my hands on Marc's hips. He let his head fall backward with his eyes closed and his mouth open, trying to get the little bottle on the counter without dropping it. "Oh, fuck, Babe....." "No time for `fuck', Boyfriend. I hope this'll tide you over until later today." "`Tide me over', he says. You know what I'd like sometime? To end the day tied up. A conversation for another time. Don't let that talented mouth and throat be distracted by my pathetic attempt at competing with you in the Wit Department." "Morfunmitormmmm." "Do that again, but with a lot more `mmmmm' this time......" "MmmmmmmMMMMMmmmmmMmMmMmmmmm....." "OHHHHH.....I.....Jozef, WATCH OUT!!!" *splurt* Once I'd captured all the aftershocks I felt were likely, I disgorged Marc and smiled, then stood up and kissed him chastely. Yeah, maybe he liked the taste of his own cum, but for that moment, I was greedy. Sharing is not always caring, but a begrudging expectation made on kids with toys. I'd make it up to him later. Marc's eyes were still closed, but he smiled and wrapped his arms around my neck, and then parked his head on my shoulder. "Do you have to go, Babe? Can't Aleksy just watch all the farm today?" "He can watch the farm, and I can watch it fail miserably as a result. Nope. I have to do actual work, though, really. And I need to spend time with Tommy. Will you be here for the entire day? Evening, included?" "The entire day, yes. As for the evening, no; I've been neglecting something and need to give it my undivided attention." "Oh? Care to tell?" "No, but I care to share----later." Marc smiled and dropped his hands to my ass. One stayed right on my own not-too-shabby hemisphere, and the other moved with precision to the center of the planet. Holy fuck.....how'd he do that, and how can I get Marc to do that more often than not?!! He wiggled his finger right against my hole, saved from invasion only by some cotton denim. "Babe, turn around." I parked the travel mug of creamed coffee and rested my hands agains the edge of the counter. Marc moved tight up against me and unbuckled my belt, and then slowly popped the buttons open. He pulled my Levis down, which I'm kinda proud to say took some effort. My legs and ass were by no means puny. I sighed, but said nothing more. "What's this.....unless I'm mistaken, that's my underwear, Jozef." "You're mistaken. That's MY underwear. At least for today....." Marc giggled and kissed the back of my neck. His hands returned to my hips, and this time, my man was down on his knees. My own very-barely fuzz-covered mounds were kneaded slightly, and then a nice, warm, wet tongue ran from just behind my balls all the way up to the base of my spine. Repeating my own gesture from the previous night, he held his mouth just barely above my skin and released the warm air from his lungs on the very end of my tailbone. Oh! So THAT'S what he meant about a glow. I get it now. The trip South again included Marc's tongue, extended and more than a little exploratory as it descended through my less-forested valley. I know.....saying stuff like that sounds like I'm trying to avoid the term `ass-crack', but we all knew where Marc was on me at the moment. I hadn't had enough coffee yet to be crass. Hmmm.....'crass-crack'. Gonna park that one away for future use. Anyway, back to our surprise morning program..... I leaned forward just a little more, arching my hips up and back to give Marc as much comfort in motion as I could. Yeah, he was doing just fine. `The Tongue' was MY nickname, but damn, he deserved his own. For having not done that before he met me, he took notes from my own description of the activity, or he was just a natural at all the attention he was giving me right then. I was seriously loving it. I reached with one hand to behind his head and gently held him in place. He was working on my hole, gently but firmly, and although I'm sure Marc knew how to stay right in that one particular spot, I thought it was polite of me to assure him of just how wonderful and sexy he was making me feel right then. We'd done this before, but never as well and never as early. Perfection in action, that Boyfriend. Marc continued his ministrations and I continued my moans of approval. This was really good, and with no exaggeration, I'd never enjoyed it more than at that moment. Maybe because it was happening in a place I felt quite confident had never before played host to such illicit behavior. Maybe because it was just my man giving me a send-off that would set an incredibly high bar for all future morning departures. Whatever. I was loving his tongue, and I loved Marc for being so forward. Disabuse yourself of the egregious notion that all professors are meek and timid like Mister Chips. Marc, you can keep me after class for the rest of my life. Oh---do you need me to spread my feet further apart? Okay. Marc's attention on my hole continued for a few more minutes, and then he stood up and moved right behind me, pressing against my well-attended ass. Oh, my gosh.....Marc's rock-hard cock. Fuck. If only we had time. I heard him open the cupboard door with one hand while the other held me fast. Not ten seconds later, I felt slippery warmth running the length of that ass-cracky valley, and then a few seconds after that, the head of his cock pressed against my relaxed---but still REALLY TIGHT hole (in case you thought my history as a slut had compromised my appeal back there). Well, I guess we had time. I told Marc I'd have time for him, and if I didn't, I'd make time. I was again putting those words into action, and he did the same with his hips. Marc moved slowly forward, moving millimeter by millimeter further inside me. It wasn't an agonizingly long time, by any means; but he didn't just ram my prostate, either. Not yet, anyway. After only a minute or two, I felt all that lovely fur that surrounded his cock and balls pressed firmly against my ass. Now the hand that had been on the back of his head was held similarly where the same message could be conveyed: do not, under any circumstances, move back. Stay there. Please stay there. Okay, Aleksy; you can run the farm for the day. Feed the chickens while this chicken gets his ass fed. Marc stayed firmly against my body, a negative seven thick inches within. He felt so good there. You belong there, Boyfriend. I am yours, yes; but this is yours, too. I'll let you know if I can't, but I won't be saying that at this moment. Take what is yours. And he took it. Marc's strong hands held my hips in place while he pulled his cock back slowly, then with it just entirely outside of my body, gently pushed forward again, breaching. Again, all the way pressed against me, held for a moment longer, then pulled back. This continued on, and I was in heaven. Well, I was in the kitchen of heaven; hoping Mr and Mrs Taylor didn't have any cameras installed anywhere before they moved. That was not exactly a home video I'd want shared, much less seen by the previous wonderful, kind and benevolent occupants. As Marc picked up speed, his cock brushed against and then pummeled my prostate. The precum was now exiting my own dick, descending in one, long salty threat to the tiled floor where I stood. I knew Marc liked that substance as much as I did, so I collected that stream on two fingers and then lingered for more. With a decent load for him, I moved my hand up and behind my head. Marc must've seen what waited for him, because my fingers were then in his mouth just about as far as his cock was in my other end. Marc sucked greedily, keeping my fingers in his mouth. His speed was now really picked up, and as you know already, he outweighs me by a good ten to fifteen pounds, all of it gym-built, lean and powerful muscle. Marc's thrusts against me threatened to lift my feet right up off the floor. For him? Right then? Fuck, yeah. I'll go airborne, and coming back down for the rest of the morning would not be any priority. I grabbed my own cock, lubed nicely with more precum, and went to town on Paco. I involuntarily clinched that muscle down South, and that had Marc all kinds of vocal. "Oh, FUCK, Babe.....you're gonna emasculate me with your ass! Keep going it! What a way to go!!!" As he pounded me harder back there and I pounded myself up here, we continued a crescendo that neither of us could back down from now. With one very forceful thrust, Marc unloaded in me. He pressed even harder against me now, though how that was possible, I don't know; his hands on my hips would certainly leave tell-tale red marks, if not an outright bruise. Not sure how I'd explain that to the doctor if I had to see him later that day, but I'd come up with something, in case he insisted on an MRI or x-rays. Marc shuddered inside me, and at that moment, I added to the attention the cupboard door directly in front of me would need later. Maybe sooner than later, so all that cum didn't create a hazard on the kitchen floor. I was so spent and had enjoyed an incredible, spontaneous fuck, all I could do was lean forward and rest my head on the kitchen counter. I was breathing heavily, and I could hear that Marc was, too. I reached behind me and then further behind him, patting his ass but then pressing firmly to hold him inside me just awhile longer. "Don't, Marc; stay inside me. Just a minute or ten more." "`Ten'? You'll be ready to go again in five. Ten, though.....yeah, I can probably be ready again in ten minutes. Fuck, that was hot. You can't see what I see when I'm back here. You're every gay boy's fantasy, Jozef. Even the best porn will never be as visually stunning as seeing you from here. Makes me want to be really vulgar for a moment....." "More vulgar than your cock was inside me just now? Spewing forth all sorts of unmentionable content?" "Oh, my cock has nothing on my vocabulary." "Well, then; by all means. Maybe I'll learn a few new words." "I don't think anyone can teach you anything about pleasing a man, and certainly not how to describe it. Nah, I don't know that I can be vulgar about sex with you. I don't know if that would be possible; I'm so in love with you, assaulting your tender ears with porn talk would surely be a crime against humanity." "I'm in love with you, too; but to be honest, I think hearing you use words that will never appear in any of your books would be something of a serious turn-on for me." "You sure? I've never talked this way to anyone....." "Yeah, well, I've never been pounded that way by anyone, so if you wanna back up your physicality with some select verbosity, I welcome it. Also: I'm so in love with you, too, Boyfriend. That might've been spontaneous sex, but it was no less love-making." Marc smiled and moved his head forward. I pulled mine up from resting on my free arm. Marc's mouth found my left ear. I could feel the smile on his lips, and then the tender, loving kiss that came after. I returned his smile, and still held onto his ass so it could not leave me. Not yet. I might feel.....abandoned. Can't have that. "So, Jozef....." Marc whispered vulgar obscenities in my ear that would make Rocco Siffredi cover his own and run screaming from the room in fear and embarrassment. The smile never left my boyfriend's lips, and I could feel his cock stay hard while buried deep inside me. The verbal assault of filth didn't last long, but it would stay in my mind much, much longer into the future from that day forward. I was shocked, pleased, delighted and suddenly rock-hard again. `Ready in five minutes', Marc said? That wasn't even thirty seconds. I suddenly didn't care if the hotel suite in Billings had a Cialis dispenser by the bed; as long as Marc didn't lose his vulgar vocabulary, I would not be in need of Big Pharma to give me a big, raging, enduring hard cock. Just Marc's whispers in my ear about what we'd done, how it made him feel, and what he wanted to do again as soon as possible.....Well, let's just say this: I was glad it was still dark outside. No one would see how hard I was. Heck, I didn't want even Bolt to see that. He'd feel mighty inferior by comparison. Eventually, what went up had to come down, and that included Marc's hard cock. To say someone is `only' seven inches could be an insult to some, but in his case, those were some magical seven inches. Oh----and I mean both the long inches and the inches around. Call it what you will----`Fireplug'. `Coke can'. `Submarine Torpedo'. Even `That Long, Fat Jar Of Greek Olives In The Grocery Store That No One Can Afford'. Now it was either slightly smaller and less.....priapic, or my hole was gaping horrifically. If it was, I had a sudden and reasonable concern that my capacious cavity might reject the copious quantity Marc just gave me. "Boyfriend.....um....." "Yeah, don't move.....let me try.....dangit. You try. Can you reach the paper towels?" "Yeah, but it's only half a roll." "Be optimistic, Babe." "I wish I could reach the wet-dry shop vac instead....." So, I did get the paper towels, and Marc was ready with a wad of them well-placed as he retracted his construction crane from its convenient but temporary hidey-hole. I don't know what got my attention faster: the sudden rushing out of my boyfriend's baby-makers, or the rushing in of much cooler air and stabilized pressure. Both were welcome, but as you know, I'd have loved just absorbing all of Marc's cum, or using some of it in a fantasy uterus to bear my own one dozen more little mouths on Farm W. We'll figure it out, but we were creative in our attempts for about fifteen minutes that morning. Marc cleaned me up while I worked on his ass assaulter with some paper towels, too. I was relieved to see I had embarrassed neither of us. I wanted my hole to be invited back to more future parties. Marc knelt behind me and gave a closer inspection, which was caring and appreciated. I did not need any surprises back on the farm. Not that Sebastian would care---nothing fazed him---but Mom, Aleksy and O.C. didn't need to see wet spots where they don't belong. My brother wouldn't let me live it down; he'd know exactly what happened. Mom.....well, this might be too soon, but if she noticed anything, I would hope it would be the first thing in her memory to go. Yeah, too soon..... O.C. would just give me the customary scowl of, `I'm not impressed, Human; but I am grateful for the gift of twelve little pets of my own, and when you can be so bothered to remember, a duck heart'. "I think you're fine. You're all closed up again. Feel okay?" "Sure. JUST FINE. Like one of the cylinders in Dad's truck just endured a very energetic and tireless piston, all the way home from Billings at seventy miles per hour." "Awww.....poor little Scooter.....you want a kiss?" "I think it's the least I should expect." I thought Marc was going to stand up and kiss me, but he didn't move. Oh; am I supposed to kneel, too? NOPE. I got the kiss. Lots more than I expected, and not where I expected it. Kinda nice, though. Like when you put an ice cube on a sunburn. That'd never happened before. I reached behind me and ran my fingers through Marc's still-untamed hair. "Damn, Boyfriend.....that was.....woof! Thank you! New to me, that's for sure. Come up here." Marc stood and smiled at me. I moved in to grow up a little more and give my man a kiss. He covered his mouth and stepped back, still smiling. "No, I don't think so. Morning AND Ass Breath? I wouldn't do that to you!" "Oh----seriously? Was I....." "No, you weren't. Everything was fine, Babe. That's me, mostly just being silly. Still, you got your kiss where it won't be offensive. I'll be ready for you and your sexy farm boy mouth later." "You think I have a sexy mouth?" "Sexiest I've ever seen. Leonardo di Vinci would've immortalized your lips in marble, if he'd been so lucky. They're really nice where they are, but you should let `em.....well, wander and explore a little later." "I wanted to let `em do that last night, but the park we wanted to visit closed early." "Two things: one, if that happens again, wake the park ranger up. Two, don't let a bit of slumber stop the exploration." "Ewww! My lips and I aren't necrophiliacs!" "I think you mean, `somnophiliacs'." "Whatever!" "No, it's the matter of pulse versus no pulse. Besides, you are too boxed in; step out of your comfort zone. Everyone needs a kink." "I have a crotch full of kinks. That's enough. Besides.....it's no fun anymore to do anything sexy if you're not entirely there." "Aw. So adorable, this farm boy. So.....tell me, though. You think I should do some lawn maintenance in the Back 40?" "Oh! You used an Agro reference. Ten points for you! To answer, though.....I like it---and you---just as it---and you---are. I think of TV commercials from my Youth when I'm back there." "WHAT?!?" "Yeah, you know; the one with the owl! `How many licks does it take to get to the center?' I'm up to 513, and I'm still not there." "Well, don't rush on my account! My.....hairiness.....has brought on some unwanted attention since high school. Some guys seem grossed out by it, particularly where the Tootsie-Pop is. I'm.....um.....glad you are not, Jozef." "You're beautiful, Boyfriend. Every square centimeter of you. I like all the fur up in there. It's part of what makes you You." "Ah, I'm glad. The problem with shaving it off is, I know from experience, the razor burn, the ingrown hairs that are an itchy nuisance, and then the stubble that occupies the territory for a few weeks. If you're fine with it the way it is, I'm fine with it." "Marc, I am fine with all of you. ALL of you. Your past, your present and OUR future. Maybe I'm a little obsessed with your furry ass. I am compelled to give it attention, along with the rest of you." "I can say that I feel that from you. I don't think `neglect' or `invisibility' are anything I'll feel in my life again." "Not on my watch, Marc. Come out to the farm where you can be gloriously visible and visibly glorified later. I mean, honestly, if that works for your schedule. I know you're not just sitting around here." "Thanks. I will be back out. Early afternoon, I think. I know you and Tom are spending some time together. I'll hang with your brother and try to be useful." "I love that about you, Marc. There'll be times I'll beg you to be an extra pair of hands in our challenging moments, like next year's calving season." "You don't have to beg, but if I don't offer, remind me that I am all up in both Team and Farm W. Jozef, I know I don't have to thank you, and to do so sounds weird to both of us, but really; being intimate with you is something I am always grateful for." "`Intimate'? What's that mean? OH! I know! When we're making love?" "Yeah....." "And when you just fuckin' take what's yours, fucking and breeding my ass without reservation. That, too. `Agro' doesn't just mean `agriculture', Boyfriend. As far as this farm boy is concerned, it also means `aggressive'. I know what really lurks beneath all that worsted wool that you wear in the lecture hall. I mean, other than your own wool." I stepped closer to Marc, my arms around his waist, and got close to his ear. "It's cool you're all up in Team and Farm W, but Boyfriend, at least as often; I need you up inside me. Even if paper towels aren't within reach. I'll suffer the consequences, but I won't suffer your absence from within me. At both ends." Then I got my mouth even closer, and unleashed a whisper of vulgarities that complemented his own. What we did, how I felt, and what I wanted in the future. More of what we already knew and enjoyed, and some things he had, I was certain, never heard of. I was so close to him, I felt Marc's piston-pretending penis extend and poke my leg. I wrapped my hand around it. Even with the calluses on my hand, I could feel Marc's heartbeat pulsing through That Big Blue Vein. I actually calculated in my mind the amount of time I had before needing to be back on the farm. Then I remembered: Aleksy was handling the morning chores for me, and letting Sebby out to pasture with the cows. "Boyfriend....." "Babe?" "You busy right now....?" "Busy being horny for my Agro, agro, vulgar farm boy, yeah." "Come on. Let's get cleaned up. You for the first time, me again. Then we're gonna do alllll the things---or some of `em, anyway---that we whispered in each other's ears." "Really?" "Oh yeah. I need your fat cock." "Where?" I whispered in his ear precisely where I needed it. "Fuck, I think my mate is just a little piggy." "Oink." We cleaned up, getting busy with the toothbrushes and Colgate. In the surprisingly large shower, we laughed and moved that shrinking bar of soap all over each other. While we were in the cascading warm water, I knelt behind Marc. He rested his arms and head against the tiled wall beneath the shower head. "Okay, Mr Forest Ranger. We're gonna count together, and I'm not stoppin' until I get to the center." *Giggle* Like the owl in the commercial, I didn't count patiently. I got right where I needed to go. "DAMNJOZEF!" "Too much?" "Not enough! NOW GET BACK DOWN THERE AND TRY AGAIN!" Ah. So Marc really did pay attention when I told him about my formative years doing business as `The Tongue'. For a good fifteen minutes, which I tried to make seem like an hour, I demonstrated by skills. All it takes is one satisfied shopper, but now I had only one, and that was all I wanted. This particular one. I tried---and succeeded---bringing Marc to a spectacular orgasm without touching himself. Yeah, I might've stroked him a few times, but my hands were prying apart those perfect globes when he shot. I could feel his ring contracting around the tip of my tongue. Marc groaned and shuddered the last of his cum out of his cock. I stood up and kissed the back of Marc's neck. He began standing up, too. "Oh, no. Back in position, Boyfriend. I'm not finished. Got myself to take care of too, you know." Marc turned and smiled at me. Then it dawned on him---I could see it happening---when he realized the position I wanted him back in. "Babe.....are we gonna....?" "`We're gonna somethin'-somethin', Boyfriend." "But....." "Yep, that's exactly where we're gonna do it. The Butt. Specifically, your butt." "Oh, my gosh.....finally." "I need to clarify, Marc. We're not doing THAT. Not in the shower. It'll happen when we can stretch out, enjoy each other first, and make some serious love. Your first time ain't gonna be in some shower, actin' like boys on your academy LaCrosse team after practice." "How'd you know we had a LaCrosse team?" "Please. Private academy? That and Chess are the only contact sports allowed within hallowed and expensive walls." "Don't forget fencing." "Okay, `within hallowed and expensive walls and fences'." "UGH. Walked right into that one....." "Doesn't look like any damage was done. You'll be okay. So. Where were we....?" "I was back in position.....like this." "So you were. Hold steady there." Marc did, and the water falling down and on his broad, muscular back was a sight to behold. I moved my hands to where they could be useful. One took hold of my cock, and I moved the four fingers on my other hand right in between the perfect orbs that were Marc's beautiful, bountiful, bouncy bottom. Fuck. That wet fur, soft and dark, surrounded my fingers. Seeing it was one thing, and damn sure you're right, I was looking. I was captivated. And then to also feel it? A multi-sensory rush that brought my own balls up tight against my body. I felt the tremor begin and build, reaching maximum throttle. I just had time to try to move some of that dense fur aside so I could get at that center. I couldn't see it in there, but I felt it. Right as my tongue had, moments ago. I positioned my throbbing cock right at Marc's hole and.....blasted it. A shaking, quaking orgasm, the likes of which I hadn't felt in the past two weeks. Holy fuck. That was the result of several factors in play; sleeping next to my man. Waking up next to him, too. Going to the kitchen to find him fully naked, making me coffee. Holding him in my arms, and myself held in his. Whispering to each other all the things I prayed my Polish ancestors couldn't and shouldn't ever hear. Marc claiming his territory and taking it exactly how I hoped he would, aggressively pounding me almost into the next-door neighbor's rose garden. Doing almost the same thing to him, but with my tongue. Marc gasped. "I can actually feel that! It's like being at the car wash, only this time I'm the car and not holding the wand! Holy FUCK, Babe! You're a fuckin' stud!" "I like it when you talk dirty. You're sounding more and more like a depraved---but certainly not deprived---farm boy. That's hot." Marc stepped back, moving himself and me away from the water. He reached behind himself and with one hand, did the same kind of separation of ass-ets that I had, and with his other, moved his middle finger around in all the cum I'd launched deep in that dense valley and onto the hole in the center of it. Damn, that was hot to watch. He continued to manipulate the cum on his hole, and then he inserted his finger repeatedly, moving as much of my cum as he could inside himself. Yeah, I know I hadn't fucked my man---not yet---but damn if he didn't just kinda-sorta breed himself with my essence. Now we both knew he was one step closer to handing over his cherry. My cock should've deflated, but watching those motions made me hard again. Or kept me there. Alleluia, may it ever be thus. Marc stood up straight and turned around, pulling me back under the water with him. Holy heck, how big was that water heater?! The steam continued to build in the bathroom. "Did you like that, Babe?" "`Did I like that', he asks. OH, yeah! That was sincerely hot! First it was me blasting on your furry hole, but then you took over and owned my cum, taking it for yourself and into yourself. That is the biggest turn-on in my entire life thus far, Marc. I am inside you. And I know some of you is still inside me. You might not get this, but to me, that's a very big deal." "I'm pretty sure you've fucked and been fucked before.....you said so." "Yeah, both; but never with anyone I loved, and never without a condom. No one has taken my cum there before you. And no one has left any of his own there on or in me." "Do you mean you've never blown anyone and swallowed?" "I've blown men before, but never swallowed. In fact, no cock has ever cum in my mouth before. Before you. And you've never done any of this." "No, I haven't; but I've sure fantasized about it. I'm well on my way to living out my fantasies with you, Jozef. Many, if not all of them." "You'd better come up with some new ones, Marc. We're just getting started." "As you wish. Hey.....wait a minute. Before we got in here, you told me what you wanted to do.....in the shower. More what you wanted me to do to you. Again. Then it kinda got turned around." "I know, but what we ended up doing was sooooo hot. There'll be future opportunities to oink with you. I'll just keep myself flexible." "Considering what you wanted to do, I'd say you'll need to be very flexible. Maybe we should wait until you've taken yoga classes for six or so months." "Oh, I can do `Downward Dog' and `Congress of the Cow' right now. RIGHT now. However.....instead I'm gonna top off this potent and lovely elixir you brewed for me and get going. You reminded me of something I have to do with Aleksy." "Wait---what did I remind you of?! I hope it's not anything I whispered in your red-turning ear......" "PERV! No! HAHAHA!!! Though someday I'll tell you about an FFA convention in Miles City I went to. Twins from Wyoming were there. Not only was my pleasure and fun doubled in that motel room; so was theirs. Everyone with everyone, every time. Al and Andy.....speaking of flexible." "You're kidding." "Well.....if you'd rather not hear about it.....or see the Polaroids....." "Now I KNOW you're kidding----at least about the Polaroids." "A topic for another time, but until then, rest assured about this: if you can imagine it, farm boys have done it, alone or with each other. This farm boy hasn't done all of it, but he'd like to get through a long list of whispers with his boyfriend. The hayloft awaits." "Hayloft, your own mountain by your own pond, the back seat of your truck....." ".....This kitchen.....we have over three thousand rural and urban acres and just as many possibilities to explore together." "I'll give you this: you make decadent debauchery as exciting as a travel documentary. And I love to travel." "Oh, I'll stamp your passport. Just you wait." "`Assport'?" "Just approach with it opened up and ready." "Babe!" "Oh----you are welcome to my underwear, since I kinda absconded with yours. If you want `em." "I've wanted to wear your funk. Now I can." "And I get yours. You won't see these briefs again, Boyfriend; unless I'm wearing `em, or they're on the floor by the bed. Kiss me, Boyfriend; send me off into what remains of the night, coffee in one hand and my hard-again cock in the other." "Who's gonna steer the truck?!" "It's all done with the knees." "Well, just another of your legion of skills, Farm Boy. C'mere." Marc pulled me into a tight embrace and kiss, his hips thrust right up to mine. Ah.....so mine wasn't the only hard-again cock in the room. Nice. "Come out whenever you want, Marc. The Berneezers and the rest of us will be glad you're there. It's officially becoming weird when you're not." "Okay. Well, if I get this stuff done, maybe earlier. If you'll have me." "It has been well-established that I have you. All of you. Your history, your present work, our future." "How'd I get so lucky?" "Because a couple of Sundays ago, I couldn't sleep. I'm the lucky one, Boyfriend. We both are. Your Grandies made damned well sure of that. We just need to figure out how to get their names on two farm kids." "That's gonna make me cry....." "Don't." "Crying freaks you out?" "No.....we're out of paper towels."