Gay Farm Sex Stories

Sugar Is So Sweet

The season had been good with great rains backed up by the use of artesian water. I was checking the lower field when I heard sounds emanating from the thick growth, it sounded like pigs were in the cane I could hear grunting and wheezing.
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Joe's Day Off

Joe, a farm boy, had over slept and it was now 6 O'clock. His daily work was suppose to be done by 5:50 which included feeding and milking the cows, getting the eggs from the chickens, and cleaning the barn. He was supposed to get these chores done before he left for school at 6:10.
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The Rock Pit in the Summer of 1972

30' deep and 100' x 60' that was made by an excavating company digging gravel rock. Left unfilled it quickly filled up with water during heavy spring rains every year. It was very popular with the high school crowd for several years prior to the Summer of 1972. In the summertime there were always people swimming there, mostly guys and a few girls.
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Horny Guy Tails From Minnesota

Skip wasn't exactly what you would call bright, and I had him buck-naked before he knew what hit him. I got him talking about the size of girl's tits and shit, then talked him into having a pissing contest.
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Bad Boys, Bad Boys

It doesn't have a lakefront or even a river nearby like most cottages do, but we like it anyway because it's so private. It's the perfect getaway after a stress-filled week of work in the city. For a dozen years it's enabled us to escape on weekends without getting sucked into the vortex of Friday evening traffic clogging the highways leading north to the more popular resort areas.
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Country Boys' First Experience

Do you remember that first day? It doesn't matter if you are closeted, or out, flaming, or butch we all had that exact same day. The day we woke up and realized we were different from everyone else, the day we realized we were gay. It doesn't matter if we fought it to begin with, or if you embraced it the second it slapped you in the face. But we all had that day, and mine went something like this.
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Auto Serviced

The front signal light on my older Ford Escort had quit a few days before, and going with the cheapest route, I chose to find the necessary part at a salvage yard. Phoning around, I finally found the part and got ready to retrieve it. On the fateful humid day, I told my live-in girlfriend, Melissa, my plans and said I might be awhile.
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The Preacher with the Gigantic Hands and Horse Cock

He loved having some hunky fellow suck his huge preacher's cock through the fly of his shorts, and he was more than willing to return the favor. As his awesome gluts always attracted so much attention from his male brethren, he was no stranger to spanking, paddling, rimming, fucking, or dildos. Graham Atwood saw no reason to be ashamed of his sexuality. The Lord had made him gay, and he was determined to enjoy that lifestyle as much as possible. Atwood, in short, was not only a highly-gifted man academically, but also was blessed with something many hate-mongering "preacher men" had none of....humility AND commonsense.
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Nonsexual Memory

I remembered him pulling down my pants and pausing for a moment, and then continuing with his frantic effort of taking off all my clothes. I then saw what he was doing, because he removed his first pair of trousers, and quickly put them on me. He them removed his jacket, and put that around me and then held me tight and rubbed me all over, trying to warm me up. After I while I was able to move my arms, and I tried my hardest to put my arms around him, instead he put my arms around his body, under all the layers of clothing he had left (jersey and shirt). Because that part part of Alaska is so cold, one generally wears more than one of everything - lucky for me.
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Johnny

I grabbed his cock of course, and Johnny moved my hand off but I kept looking. I knew it was a dick like mine, but big like my dad's. Dad's was big round, not to long, and had skin on the end. I had seen cocks of all sizes young and old (peeing in the field or out behind the barn is common in the Midwest, and I looked, not peeked)...But in all my life, this was the first one I had seen that was sticking out in the open and really big like dad's.
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