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***** My Rural Life - Chapter 2: Meet Bill
Todd told me he would need me today, so last night I hung out at his place, partied a bit, and slept on his couch. This morning I woke to Bill standing over me nudging me with his work boot clad foot. His big frame was blocking the morning light through the living room window and I couldn't make out his features. He had a beer in one hand (it's 5 o'clock somewhere) and was telling me to get up and get dressed. He turned sideways to walk over to the kitchen and in the silhouette I noticed he had a hard-on. It was noticeable because it is protruding the front of his cargo shorts, but was more noticeable for the fact that he was adjusting it with his beer can free hand. He sat down at the table as I stood up sporting my own morning wood which almost got clear of the piss hole in my boxers before I grabbed it and adjusted.
"I see the rumors about you are true." Bill said, continuing to adjust his cock through his shorts.
I grunted an acknowledgment and only then realized the shower was running. Todd must be in there still and I had to piss like a race horse.
"Shit I have to piss." I mumbled.
"Go outside, who's gonna care or see out here." Bill grumbled. He was right. Todd was leasing this house from a farmer's widow and there were no neighbors for miles around. I headed to the door.
I finished my business standing on the side of the porch pissing into the grass. I stood there a minute more to let my piss hard finish receding. When I turned to head back into the house I glanced in the window to see Bill standing there watching me; one hand with a beer still in it, the other still adjusting his crotch. He took a swig of his beer, turned and headed back to the kitchen as I came back into the house.
`What the hell was that all about?' I thought as I grabbed my clothes and started getting dressed.
"Let's go lil' bro, the Fire Chief wants his yard done by noon. He's got some party tonight or something so I told him we'd be done by twelve." Bill yelled to his brother.
"Five minutes Bill." answered Todd.
The job was big. The Fire Chief had a few acres of land on the other side of town. We had a lot of grass to mow, leaves to mulch and limbs to pick up. We had picked up Roy on our way through town. He didn't talk much. His English speaking wasn't so good, but in the limited time I had spent with the man it was clear he understood more than he let on.
About mid-morning the Chief's wife and daughters left the house to go shopping for the party. The Chief was out getting things arranged around the house and had started some brisket smoking. I had finished with the leaves and limbs, Roy and Todd were still on the mowers finishing out farthest from the house. Bill had finished with the mowing around the house a few minutes before me as I realized his mower wasn't on. I needed a drink and break so I headed to the deck where the Misses had set out some water and lemonade for us. I assumed Bill would be there too.
When I got there Bill wasn't around. I got me a drink, checked the smoker; the briskets were beginning to smell real good, and I began to wonder where Bill might have gotten off to. I looked over by the pond...he wasn't there, glanced at the truck and trailer...he wasn't there. I started down the long back porch of the house and came to the big floor to ceiling kitchen windows. From there you could see through the house to the same kind of windows in the living room.
The Chief appeared from the hallway so I stepped back a bit out of his sight, I didn't want him to think I was spying. I looked around outside again for Bill but didn't see him. I glanced inside again and there was Bill leaning against the counter/bar and the Chief handing him a beer from the fridge. He must have come from down the hallway as well. They were chatting but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
The Chief proceeded around the bar towards Bill who didn't move at all. He just took a big long gulp of his beer. The Chief was behind Bill now. Bill put his beer down, leaned further down across the counter top, reached under himself to his waist where he must have unbuttoned his shorts as his cargo shorts then dropped to the floor. I couldn't believe it. His big, hairy, white ass was exposed to the Fire Chief. It got much more interesting...The Chief reached out and rubbed Bill's ass with both hands. It was sweaty from the morning's work and Bill's ass hair matted at the Chief's touch. He moved his hands up under Bill's sweaty t-shirt kneading the younger man's back muscles. The Chief bent forward putting his nose near the big sweat stain on the back of Bill's shirt and took in a long, deep breath. He then dropped to his knees behind Bill putting his face even with Bill's hairy, sweaty ass. Bill adjusted his feet further apart and seemed to settle in expectantly.
The Chief put a hand on each of Bill's butt cheeks and spread them. He pushed his whole face right in between and started sniffing and licking passionately. Bill adjusted to the seemingly pleasurable assault by thrusting his ass back into the Chief's face. The Chief was going crazy eating Bill's asshole. He would come up for air occasionally and lick all around the hairy ass cheeks, then dive right back in for some more. After a long while of this the Chief stood up, frantically undoing the button and zipper of his jeans and his belt buckle, and then pushed them down to his knees. He had what appeared to be a good sized cock and some very large, low hanging nuts. He stepped up to Bill and buried his cock in his ass in one long, smooth thrust. Bill was writhing across the top of the counter in some pain and what appeared to be more pleasure. The Chief wasted no time though and began to fuck Bill in the ass in a fast, deliberate rhythm. With one hand he had Bill's shirt using it like a set of reins on a horse. The other meaty hand was gripping Bill by the back of the neck holding him down.
After a few minutes of fucking the Chief thrust forward violently, pushed up onto the tips of his boots and let out a loud moan that I could hear outside. He ass cheeks shook when he would relax his ass between cum shots. A few seconds later Bill moaned loudly and I could see ropes of cum shooting from his crotch area and splattering the wall underneath the bar. The Chief then rocked back onto the flat of his boots and began slow fucking Bill as they both completed their orgasms.
The Chief pulled his red, raw, shiny, dripping, wet cock out of Bill's ass and began wiping it all over his ass cheeks. After he was satisfied he stepped from behind Bill so that Bill could rise up. He reached down to pull up his jeans. Bill moved back from the counter top and reached for his cargo shorts, I quickly moved back to the side of the house near the smoker. I couldn't believe what I just saw but I realized I was hard as a rock for having seen it. Who would have thought that the Fire Chief, one of the manliest men in the whole town, was into fucking Bill...and he rimmed his ass! And Bill, what is up with him getting fucked up the rear and apparently loving it? Bill was no slouch in the manly department either.
I didn't have time to process it all. A minute later they both rounded the corner. The Chief was handing Bill some cash;
"Thanks for your help today Bill. This was just what I needed." they noticed me about that time. The Chief continued, "Umm, the yard looks great, the old lady will be very happy." They looked a little startled but recovered quickly.
"You done already?" Bill asked looking at me.
"Yeah, just finished up and thought I would get a drink. That brisket sure smells great too. Hey, uh, Bill, isn't it time for lunch?" I said, trying not to look directly at them or show how nervous I was.
"Who's the new kid on the crew here Bill?" The chief asked.
"This is a friend of Todd's. Chief this is Mark, Mark this is Chief McIntire" Bill said by way of introductions.
I stood up as the Chief approached with his hand out. We shook hands and I was close enough to smell ass on his breath as we exchanged pleasantries.
Bill smelled like sex the rest of the day but Todd and Roy either didn't notice or chose not to acknowledge it. It kept me in a perpetual chub state the rest of the day. That night I fucked my girl like we hadn't fucked in a year. I decided that it wasn't so much the fact that two dudes were fucking, that didn't turn me on, not really. No, the big turn on was the taboo nature of it all. Logic told me that these two had obviously done that before so my imagination was running wild picturing them in various locations with Bill being fucked violently by the big Fire Chief.
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