The Farmer in the Dell

I'd promised my family, I'd put in a visit. Family get togethers tend to be awkward. We aren't close. Product of alcoholic parents, whose parenting skills were sub par. Mom is gone. Breast cancer took her young. Dad's mellowed. Still a prick, just not as big a prick. I really Did like my new step mother. And her girls were all earthy and fun loving. I have one sister I love, one sister I tolerate, and a baby brother who lives on another planet.

So family reunions are avoided. When unavoidable? Endured. Family reunions bring stress and sometimes fractures to already fragile relationships.

I was certainly glad I'd taken a hotel room at the Dell, in the nearest large town. By that evening I was more than ready to escape.

After I showered, relaxed a bit, I decided I'd check out a gay bar I'd googled. In the red neck mostly rural area, I grew up in, a gay bar, even in a small city, was a miracle of progress.

Luckily, it was walking distance from my downtown hotel. Would've thought it would be some dive on the outskirts.

Well where the gays go, the revitalization seems to follow. Probably good for the downtown area.

Nice place. Kind of Western Saloon meets the new century. Really high ceilings. Lots of beautiful woodwork.

Empty.

I was surprised. I figured the place would be packed on a Saturday night.

Regardless, I figured I could still have a drink or two.

The bartender kind of lit up when I seated myself at the bar.

I drank beer, and we chatted. Found out the general gay population headed to one of the big cities nearby on weekends. Those that didn't would be by later.

After my third beer, I was considering going back to my room. Charles was a nice enough guy, and certainly dropped enough hints that he was attracted to me. Problem was, he just didn't appeal to me. Little too coifed . Little too trendy. Little too flamboyant.

That's when the door opened and another customer walked in.

Woof!

The very definition of masculine. His tight ,white ,wife beater put lots of muscle on display. Well worn jeans clung to his lower body. Scuffed boots, added to the whole red neck out for a beer vibe. Dark hair on head, beard, chest and arms. Handsome, kind of Italian face! Five eight or nine. Actually a bit young for my usual taste. But what a hunk of man!

He settled down at the end of the bar. As he was served he kept sneaking looks my way. As for me, I blatantly checked him out.

Charles sauntered back my way. He'd noted my blatant check out of the man. "Oh Honey, that's Randy!". He sighed dramatically. " Too bad he's such a bottom! That boy's got a dick of death!"

I don't know if Charles was trying to dissuade me or encourage me. We sure hadn't got as far as discussing sexual habits, but telling me a hot man was a bottom, personally, made me quite happy.

So I sent Randy a beer.

Which Charles grudgingly delivered.

And Randy came over to politely thank me. At which point I invited him to sit next to me.

We made polite chit chat. Randy was especially interested in hearing about the medium sized city I lived in. He had a great many questions about the gay scene there. So I filled him in on the various bars, social clubs.

In turn I learned he was a local farmer. Worked his family farm. Lots of land, mostly under cultivation. Produce farm, with just a few beef. Couple of horses. Flock of chickens.

As we talked I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering over his handsome face and gorgeous body.

Being a farmer helped explain the muscles and the calloused hands. His voice was surprisingly high. No not high, more like young. Like his voice hadn't grown to match his body.

Charles kept making pithy remarks. Randy studiously ignored the barbs. I wonder if there was history there. Perhaps unrequited lust. Charles struck me as a bottom boy. Maybe they'd hooked up and it was a disaster. Or if Charles had planned on making a play for me and was pissed to lose out to the handsome Randy.

But? Randy hadn't given any hints he was interested.

So maybe it was time to up my game.

Saying I'd been standing too long, I stood and stretched, letting Randy and Charles get a good look at my body. Six foot of long lean muscle. Forearms accented by a covering of golden red hair. Short red beard. Short hair sunbleached to fiery gold.

Tight jeans showcased long legs, and a not too shabby ass.

I saw both sets of eyes linger at my crotch.

I have a modest bulge.

One shouldn't jump to conclusions at first sight.

Ever hear the phrase grower not a shower?

I think they were talking about me.

As I stood next to him I got a good look at the ass that was making me jealous of the barstool. Small and firm, each cheek nicely separated by that lucky stool! I casually put my hand on the small of his back. Randy didn't flinch or move away. Yes! Progress!

I leaned over to get my beer, letting my hand slip down to his waistband. Randy actually leaned back into my arm. Yes! A quick look at his crotch had my eyebrows raised. Man was definitely turned on by my touch.

Charles wasn't wrong!

Looked like a kielbasa growing in his jeans!

Charles placed a fifth beer in front of me. On the house. A disgruntled look on his face when I declined, asking for a bottle of water instead.

I had no intention of getting drunk.

I also had no interest in Charles' obvious bid for my attention.

Around us the bar began filling up. A pretty even split of gays and lesbians. Thankfully, Charles got busy, although he kept shooting glares at us. Being fresh meat in a one gay bar town, got me lots of attention. As did my casual hand on Randy's back. Some of those looks were mean. Most were for Randy. Jealousy maybe? Because he'd already snagged the attention of the new meat?

It appeared Saturday night was Country Dance night at the bar. I enjoyed watching the couples two stepping and the linedancers. Normally, I'd be right out there dancing too.

But?

Randy!

Didn't want to lose any chance I might have with this oh so pretty man.

A slow Country love ballad came on. I asked Randy to dance. Randy blushed but let me usher him to the dance floor.

A thick rod pressed against my leg almost as soon as I pulled him in close. As I led him around the floor, it let me know he liked my body against his. I know he could feel my fat rod, showing it's appreciation, against him too.

When the song ended Randy clutched me tight. " You gave me a hard on, everyone will see it! Let's keep dancing!" I chuckled. "Somehow I don't think more rubbing against each other will make our dicks go down! I'm happy to keep dancing! Turns me on to know I make you hard! Love having your fine bod all up against me. But eventually we'll want to get off this dance floor! When we do? Maybe we can just be proud of what we got and give them a show!"

Randy laughed. " Rusty, you sure are a character! But this is a small town! Things get around fast here!"

I leaned down close to Randy's ear. " You're right. Small town.

I bet everyone already knows you have a big dick! What they don't know is how big mine is. Bet they'll be more interested in seeing what I'm packing! And I'm not worried about a few looky Lou's "

He snickered. Nodded his head. After a couple more songs, we quit the dance floor, headed back to our stools, our excitement from close body contact, on proud display!

I was right. While Randy's monster got some admiring glances, more eyes focused on the new meat on display. Which, thanks to Randy's body rubbing against mine, put on an ample showing!

Which seemed to be the signal for just about every man in the place to come and meet me.

I leaned back against the bar. Randy sat on his bar stool facing the group. I kept my hand on Randy's back, slowly moving it in circles. Occasionally making him squirm as I blatantly caressed his butt. Guess I was both staking my claim and displaying where my interest lie.

Randy seemed all for me touching his butt.

I eventually got bored with the obvious and not so obvious attempts to divert my attention from Randy. I also heard a few too many comments about how he was a bottom and a total waste of a big cock. All that bottom talk just made me hotter to have the gorgeous man. Finally, I leaned down, whispered into his shell like ear, and invited him back to my hotel.

Randy practically jumped off his bar stool and rushed us out the door. He knew the hotel and kept up quite a clip getting there. I kept the smug snicker at his enthusiasm behind my lips. I surely didn't mind, dropping back a bit to watch his sweet ass in those tight jeans.

Once we got past the door to my room Randy was all over me. I think the man was starved for sexual attention. I got the feeling he didn't get sexual contact much. Well? It was a small town. And perhaps, there wasn't much there to attract him.

It was like he couldn't get my clothes off fast enough! Telling me how he needed my dick inside him. Certainly wasn't vague about what he wanted I finally grabbed his wrists and held him away. Randy tried to get loose, but I'm stronger than my lean build suggests.

Interestingly enough, my man handling caused his breathing to quicken, and his face to flush.

Oh! Now I had his measure. Man not only was a bottom, he liked being dominated.

Happy me!

I pushed him on to the bed, and grabbing a leg, pulled off a boot. Grabbed the other leg, lost the boot. Popped his jeans button, unzipped him.

Randy yelped when I flipped him over on his belly!. He let out an excited hiss, when I yanked his pants and bvds down to his knees, trapping his lower legs in them.

I straddled Randy's legs, holding him in place with my thighs and gazed down at his muscular little butt. Hairy, but not thickly haired. The dark hair a nice contrast to his pale skin. His wife beater rode up just enough to show a tan lower back. He had one of those farmer tans. Sun brown from the waist up, pale from the waist down.

I grabbed a cheek in each hand. Spread them out.

Randy had a tight looking brownish pucker. One that seemed to be clenching in excitement.

"Yeeahh! Spread my cheeks man! Like what you see? My hole wants your big cock man!"

Okay.....Randy was a talker.

Yeah! Vocal guys excite me.

Me? Not a talker. More of a growly grunting kind of guy. I'm also a do what moves me in the moment guy.

At that moment I wanted nothing more than to bury my face between those cheeks.

So! I did just that!

"Ohhh! Fuck!" Randy yelled , at the first swipe of my tongue. As I licked at his hole, Randy kept up a stream of Fucks, Shits, And Feels So Fucking Goods, interspersed with Ohs, Ahs and various other noises. Oh Yeah! This Farmer was definitely a man who liked his hole stimulated.

A responsive guy really gets me going. I licked at his hole like a maniac. I even nibbled at the edges of it. Which only served to drive Randy wilder, impossible as it seemed.

Then I wet a finger and inserted the tip into his quivering little brownish slit. I had intended to go slow, but Randy bucked his hips, and that tight little hole swallowed the whole finger!

He didn't even pause!

Just started humping my finger madly. Cursing, begging, making happy little animal noises. Randy's ass bucked on my finger like a bronc at a rodeo!

Then I found his prostate.

"Ohhh! Yeah! Right there! Right there! Feels so God Damned Good!

Then?

" I want your cock! Gotta feel you in me! Please! Please! Fuck me now!

I jumped off him, grabbed his pants and yanked them the rest of the way off. As I went for a condom and lube, Randy was humping the bed, watching me over his shoulder.

The one eye I could see, widened in appreciation when I stripped out of my pants. He moaned as I slid the condom on.

"Fuck your cock is huge! You're gonna stretch me out so good!

Put your big dick in my hole! Need it in me!"

He didn't even pretend my cock was too big. Seven inches ain't all that long, but some guys have taken one look at the girth of my dick and decided it wasn't going in their holes. One of the reasons I tend to hang with the leather crowd. Most leather bottoms have never met a dick too fat for their holes.

Suited up, lubed up, I went to stand between Randy's feet. Watched his muscular little butt flex as he humped the bed.

Decided I wanted to see his face as I plowed into him. Grabbed his ankles, flipped him on his back. Got my first real look at his naked dick.

Shit! Charles was in no way lying when he told me Randy had a dick of death! Damned thing looked to be ten long and almost as wide as mine!

Randy made a face, "Yeah ,yeah, I know big dick wasted on bottom Randy. Heard it all before!".

Like he was afraid I'd suddenly turn into a big bottom at the sight of a big cock!

I shrugged. "So? I'm impressed by your big dick! Own it boy! Impressive as it is, it's your tight little hole I'm interested in!"

He grinned. "My hole is all yours! It's aching for that monster you're packing! Fuck me already!"

I grabbed the back of his knees, bent him nearly double, so his hole was aimed at the ceiling, lined up my cock and pushed.

"Uuunnnhhh!" Randy squealed. "Fuck Yeeahh! Give it to me! Push it all in! Want all of it!"

Randy's tight hole swallowed me in one long thrust. His hole was like a vice around my cock.

"Fuck yeah! Hurts so fucking good! Love your cock stretching me out! It's so deep! Ass feels so full! Love having your big man cock inside me! Take my hole! Make it yours!"

Randy? Verbal bottom? Hell Yeah he was. I Loved it.

I began to move inside him, Randy encouraging me to go faster with each slow thrust. I ignored his demands. I was enjoying the incredible feeling of his tight hole clutching at my shaft. Of the wet heat of his gut. His begging for harder, was sweet to my ears, yet I wasn't ready to grant him his desire. I wss immersed in the feeling of claiming this hot fucking man's ass. My way. My timing.

He traded begging for faster, when I pulled all of the way out, unerringly found his hole, popped through and bottomed out inside him again, for a rough growl . I did this several times causing Randy to cuss and moan with each long slide inside him.

His face was so expressive. When moans or profanities weren't spilling from it, his mouth hung wide open from his gasps. His eyes even rolled back in his head.

Me? I interspersed watching his face, with the hot sight of my cock invading his tight asshole. Watched his ass lips pull out as I drew out. Watched them indent in as I drove in.

We'd started to sweat. Randy's ass cheeks stuck to my groin when skin met skin. Randy's wife beater had slid up his body, exposing hard, tanned abs that shined with sweat.

I finally gave in to Randy's begging. Began to fuck him hard. Watched his balls and huge cock bounce with each thrust inside. That big cock waved from side to side like a metronome.

I reached under his back and reared back, pulling his body upright. Slid my legs out under him. Had him sitting on my cock facing me.

"Ride my dick, bounce that sweet tight hole on my pole!" I ordered.

Randy didn't need to be told twice. He leaned back, bracing his hands behind him, like he knew I liked seeing my cock slipping in and out of his hole. Worked my cock with big thrusts of his hips.

As he sped up that huge cock flopped in every direction! At some points it even helicoptered in circles! Love a man who's dick stays hard, when he's getting fucked. It looked so hot!

Randy kept up the vocal accompaniment, as he rode me. Let me know how good my cock felt. How deep inside him I was. How full and stretched out his,hole felt.

I can last a good long time without coming. That seemed to serve Randy just fine! I don't think he was in any kind of a hurry for his ride to end. In fact judging from the sounds he made, I think Randy had an anal organs or two.

Then he pulled off me and rolled to the side. Got up on his knees presenting his hairy butt to me.

"Plow my farmer hole! Pound me into the sheets! C'mon ride me hard Rusty!"

I was up and inside him in one hard thrust!

He met each drive inside with a backward lurch. His hairy ass cheeks rippled each time our skin met. Sweat caused our skin to sound out a smack each time I bottomed into him.

Randy urged me on.

Each invasion of his hole was met with how good it felt. How deep inside him I was. He begged me to pound his hole. God was called! Loud Fucks, Shits, hisses, moans, Ohs and Ahhhhhs spilled from his mouth.

I caught him reaching for his cock. Grabbed his hips hard and somehow managed to pound him even harder.

Then I felt his whole body clench. Randy yelled out he was going to cum!

His gut and ass lips bore down hard on my dick. I stilled my hips, but Randy's cumming caused his body to continue jerking on my cock.

Randy finally stopped jerking. My rock hard dick still buried deep inside his shuddering body.

I held still. Wondering if he'd pull off. Many guys can't deal with a cock inside them after they cum.

Randy? Hell! Surprise, surprise, surprise. He started moving on my cock again. Man! That boy loved cock in his ass!

Once again he was begging me to ride him hard.

Randy seemed exceptionally prone to having anal orgasms.

I've never met any guy who had so many! He clenched up, squealing or cussing, under my body three maybe four times. His body seeming to be in the throes of some deep pleasure. No wonder the man loved being fucked!

On about the fourth time he seized up under me, his clenching pushed my balls over the edge.

I grabbed his hips to hold my cock deep and unloaded inside him. Now my body was jerking. My cock expanding, shooting , spasming.

When I finished jerking, I rolled us over to lay on our sides. Randy protested when my cock slipped free.

Only to sigh contentedly as I slid my still hard cock back inside him.

I idly stroked under his wife beater, brushing over nipples, down hard pectoral and ab muscles. Randy squirmed in my arms, pushing his ass back,trying to keep as much of me in him as he could.

Randy began telling me how raw his hole felt. How well fucked he felt. He kept moving on my still hard cock. Just little twitches.

I asked him if he was too sore and should I pull out.

He begged me not to. Said my fat cock filling him up felt so good. That he could fuck all night.

That was all I needed to hear.

I rolled us over so he was belly down, and proceeded to move inside him.

Randy then found out that it takes me even longer to cum the second time!

To say he didn't mind was an understatement.

I decided to stay a couple of more nights.

Randy would go home, do his farm chores, then make beeline back .

I've made a few trips back to the Dell Hotel.

My family never knew I was in the area.

Randy sure did!