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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.
4.1

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.
3.6

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.
3.8

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.
3.5

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.
3.8

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.
3.6

My Cousin in the Barn

I carefully put my hand on his waist, gently raised the elastic material about an inch and slowly slid my hand into his suit. I felt warmth and some hair as my hand moved farther down into his crotch. His dick was pointing down, held in place by the tight swim suit and I used two fingers to gently ease his dick head back to where I had more room to maneuver. It came slowly at first and then fell backward with a tiny little plop. But what a disappointment! The reason it made a tiny little plop was because it was a tiny little dick and besides that, the friction of his dick head against the inside of his suit made him stir and roll over. I didn't even get to hold the whole thing in my hand: not that it would have taken my whole hand to hold it.
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Farm Story Between Maruis And Georg

"Don't be so shocked, little Georg!", he said with a grin. "There are often stockmen or drifters here. Some I have bummed and I've taken a few myself". He cleared his throat. "Maybe, someday, I'll settle down, marry a pretty girl and raise a family. Meantime, I like to have fun with the casual help".
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Hot And Restless

The farmer spoke only broken English and said "Gootmorn" mostly for my benefit, then turned to Hans and conversed in German. We helped feed the cattle and clean out the stalls, then put the horses to pasture. All to the memories of my uncles farm in Illinois. After our chores we headed for the house where breakfast was waiting. We were hungry and we must have devoured everything in sight, it was the best meal I have had in weeks (shipboard food leaves much to be desired). When finished, Hans thanked them in German and I nodded approval, we started out across the field.
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