From: D One Subject: Country Style Date: 29 Jul 1998 00:00:00 GMT The damn motorcycle just decided to quit. Maybe it was the huge clouds of dirt around it as I was speeding down the dirt road....maybe it was the heat or just tired. I had gotten out of the Army and decided to bike all the way across the country to back home in California. The North Carolina base had been my home for my final year of the Army. And it was there I bought the bike so I could speed off the base as quickly as possible and find the hotspots where I'd strip half naked and dance for hours trying to forget I was still in the Army. But it was in those clubs I kept finding others like me..not just queer, but members of the military also closeted and also escaping. And it was in a club like those that I had my first gay experience. That was during basic training..and the closet door opened with a BANG you can be sure. More about that later. I pushed the bike for what seemed like hours.....my shirt long since stuffed in the back of my jeans. And my back was made bright red by the sun. I saw the nearly destroyed mailboxes and decided to see if there was a house nearby. Even if it too was a wreck, I could nap there until I had the energy to go on or should some miracle occur, my bike would start. As I pushed the damn thing through the ruts in one of the dirt road tracks I heard laughter and eventually saw people. There on the portch of a small house sat two men. One had bib overalls on and the other looked like he was naked. As I got closer, I realized the second one had on a pair of boxer shorts..he wasn't naked after all. And as I got closer, I saw they were young guys about my age or younger. Neither moved to help me, but stared and smiled. I leaned the cycle against a tree and asked if they had a phone. "Nup" one said. I asked if there was one nearby and the other said "Naw". I asked if I could relax a bit before I moved on and they seemed to come alive. "Sure. Sit here. Want something to drink" their hospitality seemed genuine enough. I inhaled the joint they passed me amazed how good a roll job they did. "We come here from time to time just to get away from stuff" one said. I nodded knowing what he meant. "Our Uncle used to own this..then he died so we got it". I asked questions and some they answered others they ignored. "Want to spend the night and strike out in the morning?" one asked "We got food for breakfast and some more weed" the other added "And we like company" the first one said putting his hand on my bare shoulder and squeezing. "That is if you like company" the other said standing. He moved the one overall strap that held his pants on and let them drop. He was hung huge. And now he was totally naked. "Hope it don't bother you....we don't usually get visitors and it's like total freedom out here" he stretched and I yearned to lean over and taste that big cockhead of his. The steak they cooked over an open fire was delicious that night. The corn cobs they baked in a buried ditch tasted even better. And the liquer they shared made my entire body feel like five hundred masseurs attacked me all at once. "Better hit the bed before you fall over out here" The inside of the shack surprised me. There was only one room and it was immaculate inside. There was furniture, painted walls, bookshelves with books, and even television. In the center of the room was a king sized bed with clean linen and a colorful quilt. "Our Aunt made this" the one in his boxers said as he pulled them off. The overall wearing one (he had put them back on to cook dinner) dropped them to the floor. Both got into the bed leaving only the center available for me. "OK, your turn" one said and I knew I had to strip while they watched me. I did so clumsily and self consciously amidst their comments about my build, smooth skin, nice ass and juicy looking balls. They didn't make a secret about what they were interested in..and I playfully got into the middle of the bed to be the meat in their sandwich. Cock rubbed between my buttocks while a mouth chewed in my nipples and worked it's way to my own cock. My mouth found as I twisted my neck that the cock rubbed up my back and was now available for my own mouth. I sat on one cock while eating another. I fucked a butt while being fucked. I lay back as two mouths licked, nibbled, chewed and swallowed different parts of my body. For awhile there I felt like the steak on the open fire. Cum, sweat and urine odor filled the air. And I was soon nestled between these two country bumpkins falling asleep. Breakfast was even more fun.....we three stayed naked as we cooked outdoors again and ate off plates and each other. I wandered to where my bike was and found it started...I was dissappointed because that meant I had to leave and I told the two men exactly that. What surprised me was seeing one fully dressed..and in a uniform. The other laughed at my reaction and saluted me. "Yep, us too. But we got three months left". The three months passed all too quickly. My decision to stick around was a good one. I relaxed and read, hiked and rode my bike to the nearby store and back daily. And on weekends they would arrive ready to suck and fuck all weekend long. Sometimes they'd bring a friend along...from the base or a hitchhiker they met, a student on the bus or twice a cousin they had played with now and then. It was an orgy of sex and escape. I rolled my bike in the back of their pickup truck three and a half months later for the leisurely drive we began towards California. I planned to show them my home state and show them to my friends. And who knows, they might stay with me awhile too...or I might go back to that shack to escape country style for as long as I could from whatever fate had to offer me in months and years to come.