ADVENTURES IN/OUT OF UNIFORM
Farmer in the Dale
I had been stationed at Ft Dix, NJ for several months and enjoying all the sights and sounds of the area. One thing I did enjoy is ABS - Adult Bookstores - in New York City and Philadelphia, there seem to be several on every street. Most were within a couple of blocks of the bus station; and since most of the GIs at that time had no cars most of the transportation was by bus. I found the ABS with no trouble, and found a lot of action either in the booths, glory holes, or sometimes with the clerks in the office. But one thing that I did discover that I really learned to enjoy and rely on was the local gay newspaper.
Almost every big city and some rural areas had gay newspapers with classified section. A lot of gay magazines had classified section with some people advertising based upon their own personal interests, such as the leather mag - The Drummer. But the newspapers were usually localized in nature, so I started reading the classified sections for sex partners outside the cities. One in particular caught my eye - he was a man living alone on a farm, north of Philadelphia and his ad looked very interesting and I answered his ad.
A couple of weeks later I got an answer to my inquiry and he was interested in my visiting him. So I wrote back and ask for a good time and directions, got an answer within a couple of days this time. He gave me directions to his farm which was out in the country and told me that no one answered the door to come to the barn, he was usually working somewhere on the farm and he would plan on staying around the barnyard on the day I was to visit. We talked on the telephone several time, before I was able to get some time off and borrow a car for the trip up. But, finally, I was on my way! I left about 7 AM on a Friday morning and figured it would take a couple of hours to drive to Philadelphia and then north through the country to his farm. Stopping for breakfast I arrived about 10 AM and knocked on the door; when no one answered I walked around to the back and seeing the barn, headed across the barnyard to the barn.
The barn doors were closed and inserted into on of the doors that opened to the barn bay, was a smaller door that was opened by a latch for entry without opening the larger doors. I called out and knocked on the barn door and heard a rustling sound from inside and the door was opened by an older man. He was in his early 40's, stood perhaps 5' 10", weighing in at about a 175 pounds, dark brown hair and eyes, and the dark brown hair was thickly covering his chest and running down across his flat stomach and forming a dark triangle of fur around a rather large and thick 7 inch uncut cock. He made no move to cover himself, and opening the door he said, "You must be Jack?" I said, still staring at his erection and licking my lips, "yeah". And extending my right hand, he grasped it and shook it, and said, "Nice to see you, I see you didn't have any problems following my directions." I said, "No they were very clear, and it's nice to SEE YOU!", still staring at his cock.
He laughed and shut and latched the door behind me. He said, "An old friend of mine dropped by and we having a little fun in the hay stacks, and hope you will join us." I looked at him and said, "I am sure I would be happy too." He laughed and led me around a stack hay bales that went five or six high, and behind this was some more hay bales stack about two high with what appeared to be an old movers quilt, that movers used to move heavy wooden furniture. Upon the bales of hay and the quilt a young man lay - naked as the farmer. He appeared to be in his early 20's, looked to be about six feet tall with black hair and either a nice tan or dark complexion - couldn't really tell from the light coming from the bulbs at the top of the barn. He was lying on his back running his right hand up and down a hard cock that was standing erect from his groin and appeared to be about six inches cut.
By way of introduction, the farmer waved in his direction and told me he was a farmers son from the next farm, and he had caught his farm hand fucking the boy when he was about fourteen, and he had fucked both the farm hand and the boy till the farm hand had left for another job; but he had giving him a good recommendation. I'll bet! And the boy had remained and loved to get fucked; and, he had been fucking the boy on a regular basis, since then; and he had dropped by this morning, and he figured both of us could enjoy him. As this was transpiring, the farmer had walked up to the boy and the boy had leaned over and started sucking the farmer's cock. I had started dropping my clothes, since clothes were already scattered all over the floor. Soon I was naked and the farmer moved and offered me the use of the boys mouth, and I was happy to accommodate him, after all, I was the guest.
I had the boys head in my hands and turned his head so he could accommodate my cock and soon he was slurping my cock - big time! He was a good cock sucker and I watched as the farmer move between the boys legs and spread them with his hands and lay them over his shoulders and aligned his cock with the boys cunt hole. He slowly inserted his ample cock into the boys ass and the boy barely made a sound other than slurping my cock. The farmer had evidently lubed the boys ass and had probably been fucking his hole for a while before I arrived.
The farmer was getting into his pistoned action with his cock ramming it in and pulling it out of the boys hole. And the boy was moaning, groaning, and grunting as the cock applied pressure to his enter organs and was making these sounds around my cock, which by now was slick with my precum and the boys saliva and his humming and moaning only enhanced the pleasure connected to my cock. The farmer kept up a rough pace of fucking the boys ass and the boy seemed to enjoy the ruff sex. The farmer would every once in a while between pushing and pulling his cock out of the boys hole, slap the boys ass cheeks with his hand and the boy would jump and suck even harder on my cock. The boys mouth was so good a couple of times I had to put pressure under my balls to keep from cuming; I wanted to cum, but I wanted to breed the boy's ass.
A few minutes later the farmer started panting and grunting like a drunk sailor and suddenly stiffened up and I knew he was shooting his load up the boys ass. He fell over the boys body and the boy continued to suck my cock. A few minutes and the farmer had gained his regular breathing and pulled out of the boys ass; and the boy let go of my cock and looked at the farmer and smiled. The farmer looked at me and said, "You want some of this ass?" "I sure do.", I said with a shit-eaten grin and looked down at the boy and he was grinning too.
The farmer moved back and I took his place between the boys legs and laying them over my shoulders, inserted my cock into the boy's well lube cunt. As I started moving in and out the boys ass, the farmer moved to the boys head and the boy grabbed onto his still hard cock and started cleaning his cock of the cum and juices from his own ass. I could see both the boy and the farmer was enjoying themselves, and so was I. Even if the boys ass was well lubed and loosen up somewhat, it was still a tight ass that was causing friction between my cock and the walls of his rectum.
I very quickly started feeling the boiling of cum in my balls and up the staff of my cock and was soon shooting my load of cum into the boys cunt along with the deposit from the farmer. I lay on top of the boy till I got my breathe back and he let go of the farmers cock and I leaned up and kissed him. I released his legs and moved around to stand beside the farmer and we started kissing and making out; the boy dropped off the hay bales and kneeling before us started alternating sucking our cocks. We spent the rest of the afternoon, sucking fucking and enjoying each others bodies. I fucked both guys and both guys fucked me and deposited a load up my ass. If the action slowed the boy was between our legs sucking our cocks into full-blown hardons and the action begin again.
The farmer finally said that he was wore out; hell, so was I. So the boy got into his clothes and left and the farmer lay on the hay bales for a while, either passed out or resting, never figured out which, before we finally got up and started getting dressed and I had to make that long drive back to Ft Dix. As we dressed and walked across the barnyard to my car, we kissed and grope our way along to the car. As I was leaving, I ask the farmer, "What was the boy's name?" He looked at me and smiled and said, "Dale"!
I was half way back to Dix before it hit me why he was smiling that way. The Farmer in the Dale!!!!