++Here this: Under 18 please exit. Over 18 and sexy: Please stay.
Harry Wells was a drummer, a salesman. But Harry, despite his card with the raised printing, did not work for a "Nationally Known Company", he worked for himself, buying farm implements at auction and reselling at nice profits.
Harry went into this business because of his friendship with a fellow inmate in the country jail who had done this kind of thing. The poor fellow was in for three years for murder. "You'd have done it too, if'n you knew my old lady."
This inmate, Greg, by name, also taught young Harry about prison sex. Harry was a pretty fellow, white skin, only a little young hair (feathers they called it in prison) beginning to appear on his legs. He was only twenty, but three robberies of general stores in rural areas got him this one year term.
Harry came out of jail as an equal opportunity fucker. If no gals were around, good looking boys would do fine. "Yur cock cain't tell difference 'tween one warm hole or another," Grey said, as he slid onto Harry's ample cock, cooing in delight.
Once out of jail, Harry did two things, first he had cards printed, really embossed ones. Then he grew a moustache, a small thin one. He felt it made him look older. The gals seemed to like it and he became the proverbial traveling salesman, taking girl's cherries from Kansas to South Dakota. And, along the way, teaching some innocent boys to suck cock.
He arrived in Johnson Corners on a bright sunny day in June, his old Ford just about making the long incline towards the farm where Denis and his older, brother, Bradley, kept the small farm going.
Just about halfway up the hill, the old wreck died. He was standing outside the car kicking the tires in disgust, when he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey mister, don't be mad at the poor beast. It don't have no brains."
He turned and almost staggered backwards at the vision of male beautiful that stood before him, the golden sunshine lighting him like a museum painting. The boy looked to be slightly younger than Harry. He had reddish blond hair that fell over his handsome forehead and brought up the intensity of his cornflower blue eyes. That cute pug nose and generous mouth completed the picture.
The boy was barefoot. "Geez, he sure had beautiful feet," thought Harry who was partial to boy's feel." Harry also surveyed the six feet of manly body, broad shoulders and narrow waist. The hick was dressed in overalls, one shoulder strip was unhooked from its brass button, perhaps to be cooler on this hot day, and the burnished pale copper tan skin showed on the powerful exposed shoulder.
Harry was quite breathless with admiration and he blurted out, "Boy, if'n you ever get into jail, I advise you to avoid the shower. You'll never get out alive."
Denis looked perplexed at the young man, admiring the tall thin body and his forearms, visible below the rolled up sleeves. They had a faint dusting of black hair. The sight of it made Denis have to take a few deep breaths to steady himself.l
"I do admire some bodily hair. May I touch yer arm a bit?"
"Sure kid, help yourself."
Denis reached out, and to Harry's surprise, the boy didn't just grab his forearm roughly, but he was tender and stroked it very reverently. Harry's thin pants barely his rapidly rising penis as it pushed the cloth into a pyramid.
Denis was very wise about penises. He noticed it. "Mr. Er"
"Name's Harry," he croaked, and held out his hand, only to be assailed by more sexual feelings and the boy's large warm hand clasped his.
Denis explained, "My brother, he's two years older, he has lots of hair on his body, chest, down there also. We believe that our dead father may have had two wives and we are really not real brothers, but almost."
Denis caught his breath after that unaccustomed long speech. Harry studied him as he spoke and realized that this boy might be the most exciting piece of male flesh in the mid west, but he was not the brightest teat on the cow. He liked that, seduction will be easier.
Harry suddenly realized that he was not being country-nice. "Mr. Harry, how 'bout leavin' yer Ford here. Later we can hook our mule up and pull it to the county seat gas station. It's cooler in the house, n' you kin meet my dear brother, Brad."
He followed the shapely ass of the farm boy up the rise and into the house. "He has the kinda ass I lak, big and round, not skinny, bony ones."
Inside the house, a cabin really, with one large room, it was dark, as the wooden drop shutters were closed to kept the night cool in. Up in the loft there was one sleeping quarters. He wondered if the boys slept together.
Harry came with a piece of ice from the ice house, he pumped water from the small pump over the tin kitchen sink and added some golden liquid that he poured from a ceramic jug. "Must be moonshine," he thought. He could use a good drink.
"Bradley knows this man in the piney woods that makes this old timey brew. I usually only drink it at night when I am near my bunk 'cause I wouldn't be able to git up them stairs afta a good swallow."
Harry smiled to himself. He has downed every sort of booze there is. He swallowed the cool mixture quickly. Then his brown eyes opened wide and his mouth pulled together like he was kissing a ghort. "Shit, this is really schtrong." Oh my, I am slurring already.
Denis was laughing and slapping his strong thigh in pleasure. "Mr. Harry, I sure am glad you is enjoying this. Did you also git stiff in yur male organ. That's somethin' also happens with this fine whisky."
"Why yesther, I do believe I'm getting' a real boner. You could sell this stuff to old men who cain't git it up."
He would have continued his musing when he was interrupted by Denis coming real close. "Mr. Harry, sometimes my brother gits so hard that he asks me to help him milk it out. Do you think you need that?"
"Hey, I'm horny as a goat. Whatever you do, do it to me. I'm up for it." That made him laugh and he fell onto the rough couch behind him. He found that his eyes were closing, but not in sleep, more in sexual need. Denis saw it, it was just like his brother when he drank the stuff.
He came over to Harry and took off his shoes. "My yur feet need to git on real earth, they so white and soft, exceptin' you have more of that pretty hair here around yur ankle. Makes me feel funny to look at it." Then he slipped Harry's suspenders off and pulled his pants down. "Oh my, you wear underpants. Out here we don't, saves washing. I see yur male organ it really long and it's jumpin' up and down, askin' fer attention. An' here it comes, soon as you git into position."
Harry looked at the golden farm boy with perplexity. He couldn't figure out what the position was. Denis realized this and giggled like a four years old.
"'Course, you don't know. Well, git yourself into an upside down letter "U", that'll let yur teat, I mean organ hang down fer milkin'".
Harry understood perfectly and he wanted this treatment so bad, he quickly got on his elbows and knees, letting his shapely, thin, fuzzy butt be right up in the air for the farmboy's inspection."
"My, my, yur flanks are real nice, Bossy."
He gave a smart slap to the rump cheeks. Harry howled with surprise, but he felt a strong sexual feeling coming over him.
"Oh I see yur already 'ginning to leak from milk. We better git quickly to the milkin' ".
Then Harry signed loudly as he felt the work roughened hands of the boy grasp his cock and squeezed gently. He was grunting and mewling in pleasure. He hoped this treatment would never end, but after about thirty minutes, Denis said, "I hate to tell you this hot boi, but when I was in the lockup, my buddy knew that I couldn't get off, or as you say, give milk, unless I felt a hot mouth on my dick. Get with it now."
Denis sat up, taking his hands away. He spoke in a sad voice. "Mr. Harry, I would truly lak to 'blige you, but my brother Bradley and me, we know that we only do milkin' nothin' else."
"Now look you fucking hick, get to sucking me right now."
"Truth to tell, I don't even know how to do it."
With great impatience, Harry grabbed Denis's overalls and pulled them down, exposing the boy's gorgeous belly, smooth and glistening with youth. Below that lay his fine penis, a perfect cylinder of tawny flesh. One could just see the piss hole and top of the head peeking out. Harry was overcome with admiration and he was breathing like a steam engine on the upgrade. "There's nothin' to it. Here I'll show you, then you take over."
Denis's penis rose up stiff and ready, the foreskin retracted a bit and Harry's nose was treated to the finished boy smell he had ever encountered. It was a mix of hay, milk and fresh grade. His mind glazed over and he bent down and put the head of the boy's cock into his hot lips. He got a tiny taste of the pre cum, like farm honey. It just turned his head all cockeyed and he found that he had only one thought in his brain: to bring this boy to a happy ending.
His mouth watered and he allowed the shaft to enter his mouth. He sucked lightly. Denis was entranced. "Oh Mr. Harry, I never knew sucking could be so wonderful. I'll have to tell my brother. My head is spinning just lak I wuz drunk or somethin', please don't stop or I'll die right here.
There was no way Harry was going to stop. He had been converted into a cocksucker this minute. He loved it. He moaned over the prick. He licked it like a candy cane, he caressed the hairless big sac. He shook the sac left and right. Poor Denis was flying up around the ceiling, spinning in an orbit of lust.
He would have given milk right then, but they were interrupted. Harry heard a deep voice behind him. "What have we got here. You are spoiling my little brother. He's gonna want that kinda treatment all the time. Back off City boy."
Harry turned to see who was speaking. There was a giant of a young fellow, perhaps 6'5". He had a large mane of brown curly hair that hung down to his super wide shoulders. He looked a bit like Denis, same cute nose and curly lips, but he had a goatee and the scraggly moustache. The boy was scary, but hellish sexy.
"I gonna git me a piece of this action." He dropped his overalls, exposing he enormous chest, hairy belly and big, big cock and balls. His legs were like small trees, curly with brown hair. His feet must have been size nineteen.
End of Part One
I'm afraid Harry, slim, city-bred Harry has gotten himself into a "situation". Ordinary milkin' is not goin' please these boys anymore. You know what they say, "Now you gonna keep them down on the farm, after they seen Paris" a Paris of new things to do.