Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2024 19:57:50 +0000
From: William Razeur <billy.razor@outlook.com>
Subject: Uncle Sam's Farm - Chapter 1

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Uncle Sam's Farm

I'm Billy.  28 years old, former college gymnast, 5'6", blond hair, blue
eyes, bubble butt and toned gymnast muscles.

My mother's youngest brother Sam invited me to visit him for the weekend at
his dairy farm twelve miles away from town in the middle of nowhere.  I
like Uncle Sam.  He is six years older than me and never married. I was
looking forward to spending some time with him taking care of the dairy
cows and whatever other chores he did around the farm. It would be good to
get away for the weekend,

I left for the farm as soon as I got off work, and drove the twelve miles
into the country to the farm.  The scenery is beautiful with rolling hills
and wooded areas around the open meadows.  I arrived at Sam's a little
before six PM.

Sam must have heard me driving up the gravel road since he met me on he
front porch of his small farm house and invited me in. Sam is 5'10" tall
and has dark brown hair worn kind of shaggy which frames his handsome face
and deep blue eyes. He has big dimples in his cheeks when he smiles showing
his straight white teeth. He was wearing faded, worn denim overalls with no
shirt and only one strap of the overalls hooked over his broad, muscular
shoulder. Sam's smooth, well-formed pecs showed over the bib of his
overalls. The metal buttons on the sides of his overalls weren't buttoned
and it was obvious that Sam wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Come on in," said Sam showing me the smile and the dimples.  "I've got
supper ready for us."

I dropped my weekend backpack inside the front door and followed Sam
through the small cluttered living room into the small, tidy kitchen.  A
small wooden table with four chairs sat to one end of he room opposite the
sink, stove and refrigerator. Sam had already set the table for two with
blue willow plates and stainless flatware. I could smell the fried chicken
as soon as I walked into the house. He had also made mashed potatoes with
white chicken gravy, English peas and homemade biscuits.

"Have a seat," said Sam motioning me to take the chair against the wall.

I sat down while he poured us each a large glass of fresh milk from a metal
pitcher he took from the refrigerator. Sam sat the bowls of fried chicken,
mashed potatoes, gravy, peas and biscuits on the table and then he sat in
the chair opposite me with his back to the appliances.

"I am so glad you could join me for the weekend," Sam said. "There's a lot
of things we can do while you are here, and I can always use the help."
"I'm glad to be here," I replied. "I'm looking forward to helping you
around the farm."

I had visited Sam with my parents before, but we only stayed a couple of
hours during the day, so I never new what Sam actually did on his farm. I
was about to find out.

"Dig in," said Sam, and he proceeded to eat. So, I followed his lead and
ate.

The meal Sam had prepared was really good.  He is a great cook! And, after
we had filled ourselves with fried chicken, he got up and brought an apple
pie from the stovetop and placed it on the table between us. He cut into
the pie and put half of it on my plate and the remaining half on his.

Again he said, "Dig in." which we both did.

After supper I helped Sam clear the dishes to the sink.  He washed, and I
dried. When we had finished in the kitchen, Sam showed me to the bedroom,
and where the bathroom is. I retrieved my backpack from the living room and
moved it to the bedroom where I removed the athletic shorts I sleep in and
my toiletries kit.  I went into the bathroom, removed my work clothes, put
on my sleep shorts, pissed and brushed my teeth so I was ready for bed. I
exited the bathroom and got into the standard double bed with clean sheets
covered by a patchwork quilt that I'm sure my grandmother had made.

Just as I got settled in, Sam came into the bedroom, dropped his overalls
to the floor and said "Scoot over."

I didn't realize there was only one bedroom and one bed which we would be
sharing, but I "scooted over". Sam sat his firm, muscular, naked butt on
the edge of the bed, swung his feet and legs under the covers and lay back
with his head on the pillow.

He turned his head, looked at me and asked, "Comfy?"

I was happily "comfy" to be sharing a bed with my handsome uncle whom I had
idolized for years. Just the sight of Sam naked beside the bed gave me a
hard-on in my sleep shorts.

"Get some sleep," said Sam. "We get up at five in the morning to milk the
cows."

With that, Sam rolled over onto his side with his back to me and went to
sleep.  I wanted to snuggle up against his back and push my hard dick
between his muscular ass cheeks, but I didn't think Sam would go for
that. So, I rolled over with my back to Sam and went to sleep with a
throbbing erection leaking precum into my sleep shorts.

The next morning, I was rudely awakened by Sam throwing off the covers,
slapping my ass and yelling "Wake up!" I rolled over in time to see naked
Sam walk into the bathroom with morning wood leading the way.  He had
gotten into bed so fast the night

before, I hadn't seen his cock, but there it was.  It was at least nine
inches of thick, hard cock surrounded by a dark brown tumbleweed of pubes
leading him into the bathroom.

I could hear the shower running.  I decided since we had just spent the
night, with him naked, in bed together, I could go into the bathroom and
take a piss while he was in the shower.  So I did.  And since Sam had
walked into the bathroom naked, I dropped my sleep shorts down my legs and
left them on the floor as I went in.

I stood over the toilet and let my piss stream fall loudly into the bowl. I
guess he heard me since he pulled back the shower curtain and saw me
standing naked over the toilet holding my soft, six inch, standard girth
dick in my hand.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"I did.  Did you?" I asked in return.

"I did, surprisingly," he said.  "I'm not used to sharing my bed, but it
was nice."

With that, Sam turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.  His
cock was hanging limply down his right thigh and his heavy, goose-egg balls
hung low behind it. Water droplets sparkled in his tumbleweed bush of pubic
hair.  I probably stood there with my mouth hanging open in awe as I
watched him dry himself with a faded, old, olive green towel.

"Get a shower," Sam said as he tossed the towel to me and he walked naked
out of the bathroom. "I'll get breakfast."

I took a hot shower and stroked my dick which had gotten hard again
watching Sam dry himself. I closed my eyes and remembered what his cock had
looked like when it was hard as he first walked from the bedroom into the
bathroom. I remembered his beautifully muscled body walking across the
bedroom. I soaped my ass and pushed a finger up inside me while I jacked my
throbbing dick.  I was working my finger in and out of my ass and stroking
my hard six inch cock.  Just as I began to shoot my warm cumload onto the
shower wall, Sam yelled, "Breakfast!"

That killed the mood.  I quickly washed my cum off of my dick and the soap
off my ass and my cum off the wall.  I dried myself with the same towel Sam
had used.  That was erotic in that I was rubbing my body with the same
towel Sam had used to wipe his beautiful body and cock and balls. I was
getting hard again.

"Come on, breakfast!" Sam yelled again from the kitchen.

"Coming!," I yelled back.  He didn't know how true that had been.

I pulled a pair of jeans out of my backpack and a t-shirt with some socks
and quickly dressed.  I never wear underwear.  Seems like Sam and I have
something in common there.

When I got into the kitchen, Sam was already sitting at the table eating.
There were fried eggs, bacon and toast with butter and jelly on my
plate. There was also orange juice and coffee.

"Dig in," Sam said.  "We gotta get going."

I sat at the same place as the night before. Sam sat across from me wearing
what looked like the same old, faded, denim overalls as the day before with
the same one shoulder strap fastened and the other hanging down his
backside. I ate fast since I could tell Sam was almost finished and ready
to get to work.

I had barely eaten the last bite of toast off my plate when Sam reached
across the table and picked it up and carried it to the sink. I got up from
the table and took my juice glass and coffee cup to sink. Sam just piled
the dishes in the sink and turned to leave.

"Let's go," he said as he slapped me across my ass and laughed.

I followed Sam out the back door toward the barn. There were lots of dairy
cows standing outside the barn, mooing as if telling us we were running
late. Sam opened the barn door and I followed him inside.  From inside the
barn, he opened the door letting the cows inside.  They moved inside along
the raised concrete pad of milking stations as if they knew what to do and
where to go.

There were twenty milking stations which the cows moved into, one cow per
station. I helped Sam put out cattle feed into troughs in front of the
stalls.  This allowed the cows to stay occupied eating while they were
being milked.  Then I followed Sam and he showed me how to clean the cow's
udders and to attach the milking machine suction tubes to the udders.  We
alternated as we moved down the line attaching the milking machines to all
the cows. Sam checked to assure the milk was going into the milk cans,
which it was.

By the time we had attached all the milking machines to all the cows, the
first cows were finished. So we alternated down the line removing the
suction tubes from their udders. When the last cow was unattached, Sam
opened the door on the opposite end of the barn and the first set of cows
left the barn.

When all of the cows were out of the barn, Sam showed me how to hose down
the concrete pad and equipment.  Sam disinfected the milking machine
suction tubes.  When we had finished cleaning the area, he opened the front
door and the second set of cows came in.  Again, they all knew where to go.
This time I refilled the feed troughs while Sam cleaned udders and
connected the milking machine suction tubes.  When I finished with the
cattle feed, I helped Sam finish connecting the suction tubes.

We made a good team.  I liked helping Sam, and I liked watching him work.
His well- muscled body moving beneath the old, worn denim of his overalls
was making me hard again.  I had to focus on the work.

It didn't take long for the second set of cows to be finished milking.  Sam
and I alternated down the line, disconnecting the suction tubes.  When the
cows were out of the barn, I hosed down the pad and equipment while Sam
disinfected the milking machine.  Sam then sealed the milk cans and placed
them inside a refrigerator box until he could take them to the creamery for
pasteurization and bottling.

"Come on," said Sam as he walked out the back door of the barn and around
the corner.  I followed, and just as I was turning the corner around the
barn, I slipped in a pile of cow shit and landed flat on my back in mud,
piss and cow shit. Sam heard the splat as I hit the ground, and turned to
see me lying there.  He laughed.  I was embarrassed and not happy that I
was covered in mud and shit.

"Come on," Sam said as he offered me his hand to pull me up off the
ground. "I know just what you need."

I put my hand in Sam's and he pulled me to my feet.  Mud and shit were
falling off my back as I stood up.

"Follow me," Sam said and headed down a path away from the barn.  We walked
a short distance through some trees and came to a small river.  On the
riverbank, Sam unbuckled the one strap of his overalls and let them fall to
the ground.  He stepped out of them and moved into the edge of the water.

I started to remove my t-shirt and Sam said, "No. You need to wash your
clothes too.  Leave them on for now."

I heeded his advice and followed Sam into the river, clothes and all.  The
river was a little over waist deep where we were.  There was a gentle
current which helped wash away the mud and shit I wore into the river. Sam
cupped water in his hands and poured it over the back of my t-shirt washing
away the filth I had carried from the barnyard. He continued to move his
hands over my back until he thought my shirt was clean enough to remove.

"You can take your shirt off now," Sam said, which I did.

I washed my shirt a little more and wrung out the excess water before I
threw it onto the river bank. Sam continued washing off my back and moved
his hands down to the backside of my jeans.  He moved his hands over my
bubble butt until he said, "Okay, you can take off your jeans," which I
did.

I tried to wash out more of the mud and shit from my jeans in the river
current by hand before wringing out as much water as possible and tossing
them to the riverbank. Sam continued washing my back and butt with his
hands.  I liked the feel of his hands on my body.  I was getting hard
again.  At least the river water covered my dick, for now.

Sam's hands were moving around the firm muscles of my bubble butt.  His
hand would sometimes go down between my legs and brush against my
ballsack. His hand slid down between my butt cheeks into the crack of my
ass and a finger crossed the rosebud of my asshole.  I immediately looked
at Sam in shock.  The finger stopped and Sam looked at me.

Since I didn't make any effort to move away from his touch, Sam continued
to move his finger across my asshole. We continued to look into each
other's eyes. Sam applied more pressure on my hole with his finger.  I
relaxed my sphincter and his finger slipped inside.

Sam was still looking for my reaction.  Since I didn't react, at least
negatively, I felt Sam's other hand grasp my hard dick. Obviously pleased
to find it already hard, Sam smiled at me with his straight white teeth and
dimples. I smiled back and grasped his hardening cock with one hand and
placed my other hand on his broad, muscular shoulder.

Letting go of my dick and using the same hand with the finger still in my
ass, he pulled me tightly against him.  I let go of his cock and wrapped my
arms around his neck.  We looked into each other's eyes as our lips met in
a gentle, first kiss. That kiss became more passionate until Sam removed
his finger from my ass, scooped me up in his arms and carried me out of the
river to a flat, grassy spot on the bank.

Sam lay me gently on the grassy ground and lay his farm-tanned, muscled
body on top of me. We lay on the ground kissing passionately, exchanging
spit, sucking tongues. My legs were wrapped around Sam's thighs pulling him
tightly against me.  We were grinding our bodies against each other. Our
cocks were leaking precum as they slid between our stomachs, brushing
against each other, until Sam lifted his face from mine and said, "I want
to fuck you."

"Please," I replied, smiling up at my idol.

I prefer a romantic fuck facing my partner so I can see their reactions and
we can kiss, but I also know from experience that it is easier to take a
big cock from the back, and Sam's was more than a big cock.

I gently pushed Sam off of me and rolled onto my stomach and raised myself
onto my hands and knees. Sam didn't need any directions as he positioned
himself behind my eager ass.  I felt his breath between my bubble butt
cheeks and his tongue pushed against my rosebud asshole.  I relaxed my
sphincter and his tongue pushed inside me.

Sam's tongue moved in and out of my hole wetting it for his extra large
cock to enter. After a few minutes of Sam eating my ass, I felt his face
leave to be replaced by the head of his uncut cock.  I heard Sam spit. He
rubbed his cockhead across my hungry, wet hole.  He spit again and began to
push his hard cock against the entrance to my mancunt.

I relaxed my sphincter as much as possible with focused breathing.  I could
feel the large bulbous cockhead pushing against the entrance to my asshole.
I wanted his cock inside me, and from experience I know that to really open
my ass to a large dildo, I have to push like I'm going to take an enormous
shit. I pushed and felt his cock head just slip inside me.  Sam continued
to push against me and I pushed again.  A little more of his giant, farm
cock slipped inside.

We continued this, fractions of an inch at a time, until I felt the tickle
of his brown, tumbleweed, pubic bush flattened against my bubble butt
cheeks. Sam's large, dairy sausage was completely inside me.  We stayed
still for a few minutes, allowing my colon to adjust the the full stretch
it was experiencing.

When I felt comfortable, I squeezed Sam's cock with my ass muscles.  He got
the message and began to slowly slide the monster cock in and out, just a
little at first until he was able to make full strokes.

Sam slowly slid his cock in and out of my ass.  I could feel it massage my
prostate as it slid in and again as it slid out.  Sam fucked me slowly and
gently.  I loved having my childhood idol Uncle Sam fucking me as I had
fantasized so many times, only I never knew how big his cock was going to
be.  I had never dreamed of a real cock this big!

Sam's hands were on my firm muscular hips as he slowly and methodically
watched his cock go in and out of my ass. I supported my upper body with my
left hand while my right hand stroked my own dick in the same rhythm as Sam
was fucking me. Precum was leaking from my cut dickhead. I never thought my
fuck with Uncle Sam was going to be this good.

Sam and I enjoyed a wonderful, slow fuck, at least that's how it
started. As it progressed, it increased in speed and force.  Sam was
rapidly slamming his cock into my hole and my hips were rocking back to
meet him.  Our bodies made loud slapping sounds as they came together. My
own dick was rock hard and slick with precum as I jacked it toward orgasm.
I felt it getting close until I began to shoot my warm cumload onto the
grass beneath me.

With each blast of cum from my balls, my ass muscles squeezed Sam's cock
until he was shooting his load deep into my sore ass.  Over and over, Sam
slammed his hips against my bubble butt cheeks, shooting thick wads of warm
manseed into my mancunt. We came until our balls were drained. I lowered my
body onto the cum stained grass and Sam lay on my back as we caught our
breath.

I never want to lose a cock from inside my ass when I have been fucked.  I
want to continue to enjoy the fullness I feel of a warm cock throbbing
inside my cum-drenched colon. I know that eventually, the cock in my ass
will go soft and slip out of my hole, but I want to keep it there as long
as possible.  Sometimes, my partner will get hard again while he is still
inside me, and we can fuck again, but most times the soft cock just slips
out. I have even tried to grip it with my ass muscles, or stimulate it back
to hardness again but that seldom works.

After several minutes of quiet rest, Sam's large, fat, soft cock slipped
out of my ass with a pop, and he rolled off of me to one side. He lay
beside me with one arm over me as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Billy, that was amazing," Sam said softly.

"It was." I replied.

"I have wanted you for years, but I was afraid you would think badly of me
if I tried," said Sam. "And, I didn't want to ruin our relationship."

"I have fantasized about this for years, and you made my dream come true,"
I said.

"I have always had a problem finding someone who could accommodate my size,
and you did.  I hope I didn't hurt you," said Sam

"You didn't hurt me," I replied. "I was not expecting your size, and I'm
glad I was able to accommodate it."

Sam leaned into me and kissed me gently on my lips.  I returned the kiss,
and as usual, my dick responded.

"Let's go back to the house," said Sam. "I'll fix us some lunch, before we
finish the chores." He stood and offered me his hand which I gladly
accepted and he pulled me to my feet beside him.  We both walked naked back
to the farmhouse with his arm around my shoulder and mine around his
waist. We each carried our clothes in our free hand.

When we got back to the house, Sam headed into the kitchen.

"I'm going to take a shower to make sure I got all the cow shit out of my
hair," I told Sam.

"Yeah. Good idea," said Sam.

I took a nice shower, washed my hair and soaped my sore asshole. Got out,
dried myself with the olive green towel and put on the work clothes I had
worn there. I had only brought one change of clothes for the weekend.  When
I got back to the kitchen, Sam had made baloney sandwiches, not my
favorite, but I was hungry and I would eat anything Sam offered. Sam poured
us both a large glass of fresh milk from the metal pitcher in the
refrigerator.  We ate quietly across the table from each other.

When we had finished eating, we removed the lunch dishes from the table and
piled them in the sink with the breakfast dishes.

Sam slapped me on my ass and said, "Let's go move some hay."


To be continued

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