Jessie & William

JESSIE & WILLIAM

By Mighty Mouth

In a way this a continuation of my story published on GayDemon on 26 March, 2016, entitled, “the Son in the Morning and the Father at Noon.”

          My name is Chris. I am a semi-literate farm hand who loves to wander, and I only stay in one place for a few months or a year, and then become restless. So I move on. I am masculine, and no one suspects I am gay until I tell them. I am 35 years old. I am naturally muscular, thanks to working on farms my entire life. I never went near a gym. I had said my good-byes to my hosts Ted and his son Jeff, both of whom I was servicing daily, and was hitchhiking with my small suitcase back to my home area, some 70 miles distant.  

I hadn’t waited more than a half-hour on the highway when a pickup truck stopped. The guy asked me how far I was going, and I told him Pleasantville. He said he could take me a few miles at least. Since he was sexy, I decided to get in, hoping he would accept a blow job before reaching his destination. Bottom line: I love to suck dick and get sucked too. I’m not a backdoor guy—don’t fuck or get fucked.

          He said his name was Jessie and that he owned a small farm where he raised chickens and hogs. He asked what kind of work I do, and I explained that I was a farm hand. This sparked his interest. I told him that I was Chris.

          “My farm hand just quit on me, and it happens that I am looking for a new one. Might you be interested?” he asked.

          I replied, “Well maybe. It depends on what I will need to do.”

          “Why don’t you come with me to my farm, and I can explain it to you,” he offered.

          “Sounds OK to me,” I responded. Meanwhile I was ogling this handsome and rugged hunk. He seemed to have a gentle edge.

          We soon arrived at a modest farm house, with a barn, a hog pen and their shelter, and another area for the chickens with their chicken coop. When we got out of the truck I saw that he was rugged, muscular, and about 6 feet tall. I guessed that he was about 33 years old.  My tongue started to get hard and my throat began to tingle, thinking what a pleasure it would be to swallow his cock.

          He showed me into his house, told me to have a seat, and offered me a beer. I told him that I was more of a whiskey and wine drinker, so he said that he had Scotch. I said OK, and he brought me a stiff one.

          Jessie explained that his wife, Mary, didn’t like country life, and that they argued a lot. She left him and was now living with another guy, and that he lived alone. This really turned me on. “What does he do for sex?” I wondered.

          “Let me show you around. I have two bedrooms, so you would have your own,” he assured me. Then we went to visit the hogs and pigs, and he explained that my job would be to feed them all, and watch over them. He had a milk cow, and of course, didn’t lack for eggs. He also had a small garden, where he grew vegetables, and an apple tree.

          “So how much will you pay?” I asked.

          “Well, I can’t offer you much. You will have free room and board. I can pay $200 per week,” he responded.

          “Not an awful lot. But you seem like a nice guy and the work doesn’t seem too difficult. I don’t spend very much money, so I guess I could live with that.  Do you need a reference? By the way, I’m a good cook, and could keep the house clean too. I’ll be just like a wife,” I said jokingly. Little did he know how I could keep him satisfied.

          He laughed, “I can see that you are not a woman, but none of us is perfect,” he rejoined. “I don’t need a reference. I’m a good judge of people. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll just get your ass out of here.”

            “So is it a deal?”

          “Yes, it’s a deal,” I answered.

          “You can take your suitcase to your room. It’s almost lunch time so I guess we should eat,” he mentioned.

          “Hey I can rustle up some grub if you want,” I offered.

          He replied, “Sounds great. Fix whatever you find convenient in the kitchen. I’m not picky about what I eat. While you are preparing lunch I’m gonna’ take a shower.”

          I found plenty of eggs and ham in the kitchen, no surprise, and some cheese. So I decided to make an omelet of eggs, ham, and cheese, and fry up some potatoes, which he most likely grew himself. He didn’t have any interesting spices, which I love to use when I cook. There was no wine, which I love, and I knew I’d have to drink beer. I decided to remedy that situation as soon as I got some money.

          He soon came into the kitchen, just wearing boxer shorts. “Oh God what a body,” I thought, “and what a big bulge he is showing. I want that!”

          He said, “Excuse my appearance. I don’t wear much clothes inside the house.”

          “That’s no problem, I feel the same way,” I told him.

          “Lunch is ready,” I said.

          We sat down at the kitchen table and began our lunch. He asked, “Do you have a girl friend?”

          I answered, “No, I don’t. With my job, I don’t stay long enough in the same place for this,” I lied.

“Well, I don’t have a girl friend either. I’m kinda sour on women right now, but sure do miss having sex. I’m always horny,” he admitted.

So I invented a fiction. “Back at the last farm where I worked, there was another farmhand who would suck everybody off, the owner, his son, and me.”

“Hey, that’s neat. I wouldn’t mind if I had a farm hand like that,” he exclaimed.

I knew at that that moment I had him. He was willing. I was thrilled. I said, “Well, you have one here now. I love to suck cock. If you are offended, I can leave now.”

“Hell no. No problem. But you threw me a shocker. I never would have guessed that you are a cocksucker. I haven’t had many blow jobs, but I’m sure I’d like it if you want to do it.”

My response was, “I’d love to suck on your dick. I’ll bet it’s big.”

“Yes, I think so.  How about now,” he almost begged.

“No, I can’t suck a dick on a full stomach, but when you go to bed, I’ll tuck you in with a great tongue massage on your cock.”

“Sounds great. I can hardly wait.”

We went out to do chores, and the afternoon passed very quickly. When we returned, it was almost dinner time. I told him, “It’s better we do it before dinner.”

“OK, now?”

“Yeah, let’s go to your bedroom, you take off all of your clothes, stretch out on the bed with your legs hanging over the bottom of the bed,  and I’ll do my thing, or should I say do your thing?”

He almost ran into his bedroom and stripped, with me close behind. I was presented with a great specimen of masculinity, and what a beautiful big dick. By the time he hit the bed he was half hard. He didn’t need to watch porno before sex. I knelt on the floor and quickly swallowed his prick, which became as hard as a brick after just a few seconds of my mouth action. Since I have no teeth because I had neglected them, the result is a more fabulous experience.

“Jesus Christ! This is out of this world. Let’s do this every day,”

“Well, my mouth is open for your business whenever you want it,” I responded. With my expertise, he came pretty fast. And what a load! I could feel it pouring down my throat.

I licked him clean, and he surprised me by saying, “I don’t think I’ll even put on shorts. I’ll just stay naked.”

“Love it,” I replied. “Gives me a chance to admire your entire body.”

I found some pork chops in his kitchen freezer, and he had rice and beans in the cupboard. I made a salad of fresh lettuce and a nice ripe tomato.    

Over dinner, he said, “Let’s go into town tomorrow and you can buy whatever you need to cook.”

“Sounds great. I’ll buy some cigars and  brandy too. I like to smoke a cigar and have a brandy after lunch,” I added. I had money stashed away in my suitcase from my last gig.

“The treat’s on me,” he offered. “You’re doing far more for me than I expected.”

          It was early to bed, as usual on a farm. The next morning I did all of my usual chores, then into the house to prepare breakfast. As soon as we finished eating, we were off to town. I bought some spices to liven up the food, some other groceries, and of course, I bought my passions—cigars, wine and brandy.

On the way back home, Jessie said, “After lunch we have a nasty job to do. We need to put rings in the piglets’ noses so that they won’t root so much.”

“I’m an expert at it,” I assured him. “I’ve been doing it all of my life. I catch the piglets by their hind legs, hold them down, and you squeeze the rings into their noses.”

I quickly fixed some baloney sandwiches, and my special potato salad. After lunch Jessie suggested we wear minimum clothes to the pig pen for our task. So we both wore only shorts and sneakers. It took us almost an hour to do the job, because there were 10 piglets to take care of.

Needless to say, we were both as muddy as hell when we finished.  I said, “I have an idea. You have a big stall shower, and we could shower together. I’ll give you a bath. I love to do it.”

“Hell, I never had anyone give me a bath before. Sounds like fun,” Jessie remarked enthusiastically.

          I threw our shorts and sneakers into the washer, and we headed for the bathroom. I told Jessie to turn his back to me, and I would wash that first. Then he turned around so I could wash him in front. While I was bathing him, I began to fondle his dick, which naturally began to harden. I knelt down to wash his legs and dick, rinsed them, then I swallowed his tool. Nice hot water was beating down on us. I jerked off while sucking him and we both came at almost the same time. Fun!

“Oh, Christ. This is a new experience for me. I love it!” he enthused.

“Well, we can do it as often as you want,” I replied.

We both settled down in the living room, stark naked. I had my usual brandy and cigar.  Jessie got a beer and watched some TV.

          “By the way,” Jessie commented. “I have to go back into town tomorrow. There is something I forgot to do today,” without explaining what he needed to do.

Jessie left right after breakfast the next morning. I decided to sit in the swing on the front porch and just relax. Not long after he left, a guy walked up the driveway. He looked all the world like he could be Jessie’s brother.

When he got to the house, he asked “Is Jessie around?

“No, he had to go into town,” I replied.

He shook my hand. “I’m William. I live over on the next farm. Mind if I sit here for a while?” as he sat down on the beat-up sofa on the porch.

“Be my guest. I’m Chris.”

“You got a beer?” he asked brusquely

“Sure, I’ll get you one,” I told him. On the way to the kitchen, my heart was racing. He was wearing a wife beater t-shirt and shorts, both so tight-fitting that his muscles were practically bursting out of them. And what a huge bulge in his crotch!

When I returned, he said, “Sometimes I just have to get out of the house, my wife gets on my nerves. She’s irritable because she’s pregnant. And she doesn’t want sex. It frustrates me. I’m so horny.” He began fondling his basket as he said this, with me practically fainting.

Then he shocked the shit out of me by remarking, “Hey, Jessie told me that you are a cocksucker and give fantastic blow jobs.”

“He told you that?” I asked, astonished.

“Yeah, do want to give me one now? I’ve got a big cock.”

“What nerve,” I thought. I replied, “Well, I don’t know about that. It doesn’t seem right.”

He got up from the sofa and came over to my swing, pulled out his cock in front of me, and said, “Ain’t it a beaut? Touch it.” It was almost hard.

I was torn. Obviously I wanted to wrap my lips around that treasure, but felt that I would be betraying Jessie.  But my wild instincts took over, and I began to stroke his tool.

“Let’s go into the house,” he commanded. We went inside and closed the door. He immediately dropped his shorts and I got on my knees.

“Suck it, cocksucker.” As soon as I went down on him, he grabbed my head and began forcing it up and down on his prick. I have to admit that I like it rough sometimes. But I was worried that Jessie would come back and catch me in the act.

He soon pulled his dick out of my mouth. “I gotta stop for a bit. You’re so damned good that you will make me shoot my load fast, and I want this to last.” That made me happy too.

And last he did. I can usually make a guy come within 4 or 5 minutes, but he made it last 10 minutes. And when he shot, what a load!

“I’m gonna want to do this often,” he said. Once he got his way, he left hurriedly, without even a thank you.

I told him that I didn’t see how we could do it again. “We’ll see,” he bragged.

Soon Jessie returned. I told him, “William stopped by to see you, and said that you told him I was a cocksucker. I was very surprised.”

Jessie got a sheepish grin, and asked, “Well did you like it?”

 Then I realized that they had set the whole thing up. What connivery! “What is Jessie’s motivation in this,” I wondered.

The next day Jessie phoned William to invite him over for a beer in the afternoon. Jessie had been naked, but put on his shorts for William’s arrival. We were both with just our shorts on. William arrived with the same outfit as the day before. “Doesn’t his wife wash his clothes?” I wondered. I got them both a beer, and poured myself a brandy.

Jessie asked William, “So how was it yesterday? I know you got your cock sucked.”

“Man, your cocksucker is a real professional. It was great. I’m ready for more.”                  

Jessie took off his shorts and said to William, “I’m gonna let you watch him suck my dick,” motioning to me to kneel down in front of him as he sprawled in his armchair with wide-open legs. William was all eyes.

“Hey, William, why not take off your clothes too, and come over and join the action,” Jessie suggested. William almost jumped off the sofa to strip. Then he walked to Jessie’s armchair and stood with his dick close to my face. Jessie pulled my mouth off his cock, and pushed my head onto William’s tool, which was now good and hard. I began my usual action, then glanced at Jessie. He was watching with obvious fascination as William face-fucked me. I alternated between the two, with Jessie coming first. William took his time, as he did the first time I sucked him. So a good time was had by all.

The next day after lunch, I asked Jessie if he was up to a bath, and he readily agreed. I told him that afterwards I would give him a great massage. In the shower he asked me what pleasure I got from sucking dick, and I explained that it was my natural desire to sexually satisfy other men. As usual, I began to play with his dick during his bath. Then he dealt me a great surprise. He took my cock and began to jerk it off. He said, “You know, deep down I always wanted to do this, but never had the guts.” I knew then and there that he would eventually suck my dick.

I asked, “Am I making you a good wife?”

“No woman could do all that you do for me,” he replied enthusiastically.

The routine with Jessie and William settled into a normal rhythm. Every couple of days William would stop by for a threesome. But I like to feel a mouth on my dick too, which I wasn’t getting. So I discussed an idea with Jessie and William. I would use Jessie’s computer to put an ad on Craigslist. I decided to advertise for an older cocksucker without teeth who liked to service straight guys. Old guys have more experience. We took a selfie of the three of us nude, with our dicks hard, and I posted it. Enough to make any old cocksucker’s mouth water. There aren’t many ads like that on Craigs. Sure enough I got several replies. The closest was a guy who lived about 40 miles away, but wanted to address the challenge.

          He said that he was free the next day and I gave him the directions and Jessie’s cell number. I told him to arrive about 2 p.m. When he was getting close, he phoned to say that he was arriving. We all three took off our clothes to wait for his arrival. Soon after, a fancy white Mercedes came up the driveway. I peered out to see a bald and fat man about 74 years old. We left the door ajar. He knocked and I told him to come in. He almost had a heart attack when he came in, and looked from one to the other of us to decide which one to tackle first. For some reason he chose me.

          He was a good cocksucker, and even William came fast. I told him that he was always welcome to suck us off. So that’s what life was like down on the farm.

Mighty Mouth

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