Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2024 14:30:38 +0000
From: William Razeur <billy.razor@outlook.com>
Subject: Uncle Sam's Farm - Chapter 3

Uncle Sam's Farm - Chapter 3

When we got back to the house, we both took a piss in the bathroom.  Then
we went into the kitchen where Sam made lunch; baloney Sandwiches and a
large glass of fresh milk.  I wondered if this milk contained extra
protein. When we finished eating, we piled the dishes into the sink. It was
Sunday, so after taking care of the daily milking Sam didn't do any chores.

"Let's go for a swim," said Sam, reaching for my hand to lead me out of the
kitchen.

We walked hand-in-hand down to the river.  We both unfastened the straps to
our overalls and they dropped to the ground.  We stepped out of the
overalls and waded into the cool, slow-flowing river.  We would dive under
the water and come up in front of each other, or dive between each other's
legs. We had a race across to the other side of the river. Sam won of
course.

We lay in the sun on our backs on a large rock holding hands.  It was
relaxing.  I did not want this weekend to end, but I would have to drive
back into town this afternoon to be back at work tomorrow morning.

We lay quietly in the sun for way too long for my pale skin. I could see
why Sam had such a good tan, not just from shirtless farm work, but he
spends time sun-bathing by the river. I wondered if there were others whom
he sunbathed with.

Sam squeezed my hand, sat up and said, "Let's get back to the house."

He offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Race you to the other side," Sam said smilingly as he ran into the river.

I was fast behind, but not fast enough. Sam would win again.

We walked hand-in-hand back to the farmhouse. Sam poured us each a large
glass of cold milk when we got back to the house. We sat at the kitchen
table relaxing quietly.

When we had finished our milk, Sam put the glasses in the kitchen sink.  He
took my hand and led me to the bedroom. In the bedroom he unfastened the
shoulder straps of my overalls and they fell to the floor.  He unfastened
the single strap of his overalls and they fell to the floor. We both stood
with our feet in our overalls, naked, looking into each other's eyes.  I
knew I was in love with Uncle Sam.

I put my arms around his neck and he took me in his arms.  We kissed.  We
hugged each other tightly.  Our cocks grew hard.  Sam's cock pushed against
my stomach.  Mine pushed between his legs under his goose-egg ballsack. We
stepped out of our overalls and Sam moved me to the bed.

He gently laid me back onto the bed.  I was lying crossways on the bed and
Sam lay on top of me.  I felt his weight settle on me.  I felt safe. I
wrapped my arms around him and he leaned down and we kissed.  Gently at
first.  Little pecks around our faces and necks, tasting each other.  Sam
put his tongue in my ear which gave me chills and caused my dick to throb
and leak precum.

"Let me show you something," I said.

I rolled Sam off the top of me and I got off the bed and went into the
bathroom.  I had seen a bottle of hand lotion which I retrieved and took
back to the bed. I crawled back onto the bed beside Sam.  I poured some of
the lotion onto his soft cock and began massaging his cock causing it to
awaken. When I had the cock standing to its full rock-hard glory, I
straddled Sam's hips.

I took Sam's hands and pulled him up to a sitting position, so now we were
facing each other with me sitting his lap with my knees on each side of his
hips. His hard cock and mine were pushed together between us. I poured some
more lotion on my hand and reached around behind me and wiped it across my
asshole. Then I raised my body, placed his cockhead against my hole and
sat.  I relaxed my sphincter, took a deep breath and slowly lowered myself
onto his post of a cock. I could feel Sam's cock throb inside me as I
settled onto Sam's lap.

"Cross your legs under me," I told Sam which he did.

I wrapped my legs around Sam's waist and we sat there, facing each other.
He was cross-legged with me on his lap and his hard, throbbing cock shoved
up inside me.

"Now we can talk," I said smiling at Sam.

Sam is not at all talkative, but I managed to learn more about him with
subtle questions.  I didn't want him to feel I was being nosey, but I did
want to know more about him. The little I knew about Sam was when he spent
Thanksgiving with us every year. He relaxed and opened up about his life
alone on the dairy farm.

Sam was the youngest of four siblings, and the only boy. My mother is his
oldest sister. He was active in sports in school.  He played football,
baseball and swam on the swim team.  He dated girls and then women when he
grew older, but anytime he thought they were going to have sex, they
said,"Hell no." No Woman wanted to wreck her vagina on his cock and no
woman could get it her mouth.

He found that some guys would hit on him if he went to a bar, but even most
of them balked when they saw how well he was endowed.  A few gays would try
to take the monster cock up their ass, but no one ever succeeded.  If he
got past their anal ring, that was as far as they could stand the pain and
they popped it out. The best they could do was slobber over his bulbous
cockhead until he came and they would lick up his jism.

Since Sam grew up on the dairy farm, he knew how to run it.  All of his
sisters married men who weren't from farming families and they had no
interest in learning. He could have gone to college on a football
scholarship, but why did he need a degree in dairy farming when he could
probably teach the course. So, he stayed on and inherited the farm from my
grandparents. He's been running it ever since and accepted the fact that
probably no one would settle down with a guy with a freakishly large cock.

Sam had known me since I was born. He was six years old. There were times
when I was little and he was in junior high school that he would babysit
me.  I remember how I admired this handsome guy who would stay with me when
Mom and Dad were away. He played tag or hide and seek with me.  He always
let me win. He never did anything inappropriate with me.

When I got older and puberty kicked in, I had sexy thoughts about Sam.  I
didn't know what gay or homosexual was.  I just knew Sam was attractive to
me. It wasn't long before I knew I was gay. I found other like-minded
classmates and we would "experiment". I learned that I preferred being the
bottom rather than fucking the other guy.  Something about having something
inside my ass was extremely pleasurable.

It took me a little longer to accept oral sex, especially having a guy cum
in my mouth. But, I learned that the taste wasn't bad by tasting my own cum
out of my hand when I wanked. After that, I always licked up my cum when I
shot my wad. I looked forward to taking a cumload down my throat.

I tried various things to satisfy my ass; broom sticks, small bottles,
hairbrush handles. Then I discovered dildoes. I was just out of college,
living in my own apartment when I saw one advertised in a gay porn
magazine. I need that I thought, and I ordered it.  I was so excited when
it arrived in its plain brown package.  I couldn't wait to try it out.

I opened the mailing package and removed it from it's plastic packaging. It
was six inches long and about an inch in diameter. About the size of most
of the guys who had fucked me. It came with a small bottle of lube.

I stripped out of my clothes and decided I would stick the suction cup of
the dildo to the top of the toilet seat. I lubed up the dildo, rubbed some
lube on my puckered anus and proceeded to sit on it. It slid inside me
easily.  It felt good. I rode up and down on it and stroked my own dick
until I came.  I shot cum up and out across the bathroom. This was a
keeper.

It wasn't long before six inches and one inch diameter was not satisfying
enough. This time I went to the internet. I found all sizes and shapes.  I
chose one that looked satisfyingly large.  When it arrived, I discovered it
was too large.  My asshole wasn't ready for that yet.  So, I ordered
another one, midway between the two.  The midsize dildo was a challenge to
use, but I learned about breathing and relaxing my sphincter until it
wasn't long before I was riding this one easily, and needed more to satisfy
me.

Now I went back the second one I had bought.  I had learned getting used to
the third one about breathing and relaxing.  It took several tries and some
pain before I finally got the bulbous head of the largest dildo past my
anal ring. It hurt. It hurt so much that it was a few days before I felt I
could try it again.

Slowly and steadily, I lowered my well-lubricated ass onto the ten inch
long, three inch diameter toy. It hurt when I popped past my anal ring.  I
waited until the pain subsided. Then I slowly pushed down, a little at a
time.  It hurt but I was determined to take this dildo as far as its
silicone balls would allow.

I could feel my colon and my sphincter stretching as I very gradually
lowered my hungry ass down the slick tool It must have taken an hour, but I
finally rested my bubble butt on the toilet lid. I sat there a little while
just taking in the fact that I had done it. Then I began to masterbate,
just rocking my weight on the huge silicone phallus I had impaled myself
on. It didn't take long before I was shooting my cumload up and out, cum
running down over my hand.

I didn't use the big dildo all the time, but when I did it always took a
little while to achieve full entry and to adjust to its hugeness in my
ass. So, I was happy I had that experience when I was faced with Sam's
beautiful cock.

i would periodically squeeze Sam's cock with my ass muscles as I sat on his
crossed legs. I could feel it throb in response. We had both stayed hard
while we talked and learned more about each other.

We began kissing.  Gently at first and growing more passionate.  Our hands
moved around our bodies, pinching each other's nipples. Sam rocked forward
onto his knees, laying me on my back on the bed. His legs uncrossed and
stretched out straight behind him.  Mine were still wrapped around his
waist.

Sam began kissing his way down my body.  As he moved down my body, his hard
cock slipped out of my widely stretched hole. He sucked my nipples until
they were hard. He moved his tongue down the center of my torso and licked
inside my belly button. He licked and kissed his way down to my hard,
throbbing dick.  His tongue tickled my glans and licked up the precum that
flowed because of his touch. He licked up and down the shaft of my hard,
cut dick and worked his way down to my shaved ballsack.  He sucked each
testicle into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue, pulling each ball as
he let it pop out of his mouth.

He raised my legs onto his shoulders and kissed and licked his way across
my perineum to my swollen, rosebud asshole.  I felt his tongue run across
my anus which gave me a shiver. His tongue pushed against my sphincter. I
relaxed my hole and allowed his tongue to push inside me.  Sam ate my ass
like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.  His face was buried between
my bubble butt cheeks covering my crack with saliva. His spit seemed to
cool my swollen mancunt and prepare it for pleasure.

Sam lowered my butt and leaned forward and kissed me deeply.  His face was
covered with his saliva and it wet my face as we kissed.  His tongue went
deeply inside my mouth as if he were trying to deepthroat me with his
tongue.  I sucked his tongue.  Our teeth clicked together as we sucked each
other's tongues.

After much sloppy kissing, Sam raised my legs onto his shoulders and aimed
his hard, think, uncut, nine-inch cock at my hungry asshole. I was ready
for it.  I relaxed my sphincter and when Sam pushed forward my hole opened
and his cockhead popped inside. With steady deep breathing and coordinated
efforts, the giant penis was soon fully imbedded to the root in my hot hole
again.

Sam looked into my eyes. He could tell I was ready and in full agreement to
proceeding with an ass plowing. He backed his hips off a little and shoved
forward to the root.  Again, this time he backed off a little further and
slammed forward to the root. Each time, he would pull his cock back a
little further and slam forward until his monster cock was buried as deeply
inside me as possible. Finally, he was pulling back so that his large,
purple plum cockhead was barely inside my anal ring and then he would shove
it forward, slamming his tumbleweed pubic bush into my bubble butt
cheeks. It was rough sex, but I didn't care.  It was with my idol, Uncle
Sam.

Sam was plowing my mancunt with his log of a cock.  The bed was shaking and
would have moved across the room if it hadn't already been against the
wall. My body had scooted across the bed until my head was against the
wall. I savored every thrust of his manhood into me and wished it could go
deeper. Sam never stopped looking into my eyes as he drove his cock into my
ass over and over again.

I could feel Sam's heavy, goose-egg balls slapping my tailbone each time
Sam thrust forward. My own dick was leaking a steady stream of precum down
my onto my six pack abs. I was beginning to go into the state of euphoria
that I was in last night, lost in the sensation of sexual pleasure.

I was brought out of my sexual trance by the feeling of Sam's massive tool
shooting his cumload inside my abused colon. My own dick began to shoot my
warm manseed onto my face and chest.  Every time Sam lunged forward and
pumped his seed into my hole, my own dick shot cum onto me. Sam and I
lunged against each other, desperately trying to empty our cumloads until
at last there was nothing left to discharge.

Sam collapsed onto my chest.  My legs were still over his shoulders, so now
my knees were against my shoulders and my thighs against my torso. My lower
legs were sticking up in the air. Sam's cock was still in my ass as he lay
on top of me catching his breath.

After a long quiet spell, Sam raised his face to me and said, "That was
unbelievable.  I have never had sex that wild, ever."

"I haven't either," I replied. "I think it is our chemistry, or maybe our
DNA."

Sam laughed a little.  "Yeah, it may be our DNA."

We lay there exhausted and relaxing. Sam's cock was still inside my cum
sloppy ass. My cum was sticky on my stomach between us.  We fell asleep in
a state of blissful, sexual satisfaction. At some point during our naps,
Sam's soft cock slipped out of my widely stretched and well satisfied hole,
and much sweet, creamy cum drained out onto Sam's bed.

We woke up about two hours later. We both had to piss badly.  It was almost
a race to the toilet. We stood beside each other as we held our own cocks
and shot our hot urine into the toilet bowl. I reached over and grasped
Sam's long, soft member and massaged it, milking it of whatever piss
remained. I could feel it begin to enlarge in my fingers.

Sam pulled away abruptly. "We don't have time for that."

I looked at a small clock on a shelf over the toilet and realized how late
it was. I had to get home. I had to go to work tomorrow morning. I
reluctantly dropped his cock and it slapped against his thigh.

"Sam, I have to get going," I said, looking him sadly in his eyes. "I need
to get some things done at home tonight before I go to work tomorrow."

"I understand, but we both need a shower," Sam said.

I became aware that we were both covered in dried cum from our earlier
activity. We both stepped into the shower and quickly washed the cum off of
each other. As arousing as the shower with Sam was, I didn't have time for
more sex. We stepped out and dried each other with the same old, olive
green towel.

We walked naked into the bedroom. Sam put on his same worn overalls.  I put
on my cleaner work pants and shirt.  I gathered my toiletries and dirty
clothes into my backpack and headed into the living room.

Just before I reached the front door, Sam took my arm and asked, "When will
I see you again?" He asked like he was afraid it would be never.

"How about next weekend?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.

Sam gave me his big, white-toothed smile with the full dimples and replied,
"That would be great!  I'll have supper ready when you get here."

I threw my arms around Sam's neck and kissed him hard on his mouth. Sam
wrapped me in his arms and hugged me tightly as he kissed me back. My dick
was getting hard again and I knew I didn't have time for more pleasure. But
there would be next weekend and I would be prepared.

We broke our embrace and Sam opened the front door. I walked out onto the
porch and looked lovingly into his eyes. He watched me get in my car and we
both waved as I drove down the gravel road toward town and home.

The work week went slowly as I anticipated the coming weekend. When it at
last arrived, I drove back to the farm where Sam had fried chicken, mashed
potatoes and English peas waiting for me. We spent the weekend doing
basically the same things as the first weekend except we fucked most of the
first night. It was difficult to get up and take care of the cows the next
morning. It was another wonderful weekend.

When I went back for the third weekend, I had given up my apartment and
moved to the farm. Sam and I took care of milking the cows every morning
before I commuted to town to my job. Sam always had supper ready when I got
back to the farm every evening. Saturdays we both took care of the cows and
farm chores and Sundays, after cow milking, we had the rest of the day to
enjoy each other.

We also continue to use the milking machine for ourselves and occasionally
Sam has friends who pay to be milked. One can always use a little extra
protein.

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