The humility

I’ve at no time been much of a country lad. I’ll take the town any day. All that fresh air bullshit not ever did much for me. So when my roommate asked me to come with him for a weekend retreat to a friend’s ranch, I thought this guy was crazy.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he said.

“What? Stepping in cow shit?”

“So, see where u walk. furthermore there will be cute chaps there.”

That got my attention. “There will?”

“Yeah, this is an annual thing that Mitya and Archie have. They invite a bunch of their friends out and we have a fun a weekend in the country. There are usually ten to fifteen of us.”

“Their place is that big?”

“Yeah, well, it is greater amount like a slumber party than a otJulianoan and breakfast, but yeah, their place is nice-looking large. Come on, you’ll have fun.”

“I’d settle for just getting laid,” I answered.

“That too.”

So Friday night after work, we loaded up and headed out of town. It was merely about an hour’s drive, but the last 30 minutes or so was on a lonely winding filth road.

“Are you sure we’re not lost?” I asked.

My roommate just chuckled and shook his head.

Finally we pulled into the driveway of a massive white farmhouse, just like u watch in photos. There was a big red barn over to the left and a metal building that served as a garage for their vehicles. I noted the cows in the pasture on the other side of the abode and vowed if I did step in cow shit somebody would not at any time hear the end of it. 3 big dogs came running from behind the house to greet us, or eat us, I was not sure. There were chickens and a pair of geese in the yard and more than a not many cats on the porch.

“Are you sure these people are gay?” I had to ask.

“Mitya and Archie? Yeah, they’ve been together for going on seven years now. Isn’t this place glamorous? Come on, I’ll introduce u and then show u around.”

“What about the dogs?”

“Oh that’s just Blue, Cy and Topper. They will not bite. Come on.”

We got out of the car and made our way up the walk to the abode. before we even reached the porch the screen door opened and Mitya or maybe it was Archie appeared. I had not at any time met either of them, but I recognized this chap from pictures my roommate had shown me. They both were decent looking; nothing to write home about, but precious sufficiently that if you saw one of ’em in a singles bar you’d at least consider hitting on him.

“Michelle, you are finally here. We were beginning to worry,” Mitya, or maybe Archie, said.

“Archie, i’d like you to meet my roommate, Algis. Algis this is Archie.”

I sat my suitcase down and extended my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“The fun is mine. Make yourself at home.” His smile was sincere.

“Come on, Algis, lets get our stuff unpacked so I can show u around,” Michelle said.

Archie stepped aside, holding the door for us. “Mitya is in the kitchen, stop in and say greetings to him.”

I had to chuckle to myself. I swore that guy was going to say Mitya was in the kitchen, rustling up some grub.

Michelle led me throughout the front room of the abode and over to the staircase. It was one of these grand staircases that u would watch on TV in these old westerns. I had to admit, this abode was amazing.

As we were walking up the stairs, there were 2 lads coming down. “Hey, Michelle. nice to watch you,” the golden-haired said.

“Hey, Juliano, Vacys.”

“Who’s your friend?”

“This is my new roommate, Algis. Algis, meet Juliano and Vacys. They’re from Chicago.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Is everyone else here?” Michelle asked.

“Yeah, I think so. Kent isn’t going to make it this year, but I think everybody else came in this afternoon,” Juliano replied.

“We’ll put our stuff away and be down shortly,” Michelle nodded to me and we made our way up the remaining stairs.

The second floor was open, like a loft or an attic. It had a huge entertainment center over against the far wall, with a sofa and a few chairs placed around it. The other side of the room had two beds and a few cots.

“I told you it would be greater quantity like a slumber party,” Michelle said smiling. “Just put your suitcase over there with everyone else’s.”

We returned to the main floor and Michelle led me to the kitchen to meet Mitya.

“Hi, sweetie,” Mitya told as we walked into the room. “This get to be Algis.”

We shook hands and Mitya proceeded to introduce me to the five people that were sitting at the table playing cards.

“You 2 hungry?” Mitya asked after everybody had told hello.

Michelle shook his head and looked at me. “I’m nice. Algis?”

“No, i am good.”

“Well, there is sandwich meat in the ‘fridge, so assist yourself if you receive hungry later. the next day night we’ll have the pig roast.”

Pig roast? I had visions of a pig on a skewer, spinning not fast over a fire. Like I said, i’m just a city guy. This was all very foreign to me.

“I wish to show Algis the stables,” Michelle said.

“Oh, sure. u 2 go on. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks, Mitya.”

Michelle led me out through the kitchen and out the door off of the back porch. “The stables are just out back here.”

We walked down the path leading to the barn. once inside the smell of hay washed over me. “How many horses do they have?” I asked.

“Four, I think.”

“Who’s that?” I told nodded to the hunk at the far side of the stable.

“I don’t know, i have not at any time seen him before, need to be new,” Michelle said. “Want me to leave you to him?”

I chuckled, “Sure, why not.”

Michelle turned and headed back up to the abode. I stood watching the fellow at the other end of the barn. this chab was stroking a horse’s nose, talking to him softly.

From here I could watch his silhouette. he was as tall as me, maybe an inch or two taller. this chab had a pumped up build, but not chubby. His dark wavy hair framed his face.

He looked over at me as I approached. I noticed he had pale blue eyes; they stood in stark contrast to his dark hair and skin.

“Hey,” this guy said.

“Hey,” I returned.

“Do u ride?” that guy asked, still wanking the horse’s long nose.

“No. Do you?”

“Yeah, I love horses. I think they’re my favourite animal.”

“Why is that?”

“Why is what?” this guy turned to face me.

“Why are horses your favorite?” I clarified.

“They are so confident; so beautiful, so graceful.” His eyes roamed my body like fingers as this chab spoke.

“Is this your first time… here?” I asked, figuring if Michelle didn’t know him it need to be.

“Yeah. you have done this before?”

“No, this is my first too,” I told softly, stepping closer. “Are you here with someone?”

“Just a friend. You?”

“No, a friend talked me into this. i’m not usually much into the country stuff.”

He chuckled, “No?”

“No.” I moved closer still, invading his personal space. this chab reached out placing his hand on my chest, but not to poke me away as I first thought, but just to gain contact. that guy closed his eyes as that guy let his hand trail across my pecs and over my abs then over to my waist and around to my back.

I leaned in, capturing his lips.

I heard the horse whinny and sJulianop its foot, but these sounds were only background noise. Our kissing grew greater quantity urgent, greater quantity vehement as I slid my hand down the back of his pants, squeezing his ass, and pulling him closer to me. My other hand moved to the front of his panties and began unbuttoning his jeans. I opened my eyes, looking for a place we could move this to.

“Here,” this guy told. “In here.” he led me over to an empty stable. “It seems clean.” this guy pulled a blanket from where it hung over the stable door and widen it out over the pile of hay on the floor. “This should work.” that guy sat down on the blanket and looked up at me.

I tried to not think about the bugs and mice and who knows what else that could be crawling around in the hay underneath that blanket as I sat down next to him. this chab leaned over and began kissing me as he cupped my crotch.

We the one and the other began working on removing the other one’s jeans and freeing each other’s weenies. this guy had a fine thick dong. I like the boys with thick ones. Length matters, but for some reason circumference is my thing.

He lay back on the blanket and I began kissing him down his neck and on to his chest. The smell of the horses and hay filled my nostrils. I stroked his pecker and then moved on to fondle his balls. that guy moaned as I ran my fingertip over his hole.

I reached over and pulled the tiny tube of lube and a condom from my panties pocket. Opening the lube, I squirted it, on his knob and let it dribble down over his balls. this chab groaned as his body shivered. I let my hand widen the gel over him and felt him growing harder at the warm, juicy sensation. My hand drifted down, back to his hole. I slid one finger in, feeling the circle of muscles clamp around me. I pushed on in as this guy relaxed into my intrusion. one more finger was added, scissoring ’em to open him up further. I watched his face as he reveled in my ministrations. His eyes were closed and his head pulled back somewhat, his jaw slack, his lips parted slightly.

I poked my hand in a little further and brushed against his prostate. this guy pulled in a ragged breath, moaning as that guy released it. I could take no greater amount. I wanted to be inside him, now.

I rolled the cock rubber over my wang and squirted greater amount lube on his hole, then I move to position myself over him, placing his legs on my shoulders. We didn’t speak, but stared intently into each other’s eyes. I placed my dong at his hole, watching his eyes grow darksome with crave. As I pushed in his eyes fluttered shut and this chab grimaced at the pain. I held him there, and watched as his ache was replaced by pleasure. His hand trailed down my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me in to him harder, signaling me this guy was ready for more.

I began pumping in and out of him, angling to hit his prostate with every jack off. that guy writhed underneath me, his head rolling from side to side as the joy engulfed him. His hand snaked around and grabbed his ramrod. I poked it away.

He opened his eyes, looking at me in question. “I desire to watch you come out of touching yourself. I desire to make you shoot just by having my ramrod up your ass.”

He groaned at my words but didn’t reach for his pecker again, so I figured this chab have to have liked my suggestion. I took his wrists and held them over his head. Pinning ’em with my hands as I continued to pound into his ass.

“Talk to me,” this guy said.

“You desire me to talk ribald to you?” I asked.

He nodded his head.

“You like my big jock in your tight little ass?”

He nodded afresh and moaned.

“You like the feel of my balls slapping you butt with every wank. u like my pecker rubbing over your prostate and sending chills down your spine.”

“Aaahhhh,” this chab moaned, rolling his head from side to side.

“You crave to come during the time that I pound into you, over and over again.”

“Aaaaaahhhh.”

“You crave to touch yourself so bad. u want me to touch you even more.”

“Please,” that guy begged.

“Please what?”

“Touch me, please.”

“You wish me to stroke your dick?” I whispered, still riding him hard.

“Yes,” this chab cried. “Oh God, please. Jerk me off, please.”

“No. I crave you to come out of being touched. I crave you to spurt your spunk all over your chest with just my rod in your ass.”

“Ooooohhhh,” this guy moaned.

“Come on, let it go. Come for me.” I could tell this chab was right at the edge.

“Oh God, I’m so close. Oh God.”

I let go of one of his wrists and ran my fingers lightly down his dick. That was all it took.

“AAAAhhhhhh!” this guy cried out as he shot his load. His chocolate hole clamped down hard around me and sent me to my own orgasm. “Ooooohhhhhh!”

I collapsed on him and rolled off to the side, pulling out of him as I did. he moaned at the lack of contact.

I listened to the horses snort and whinny as we lay catching our breath. This weekend had already turned out more good than I expected. Who knows, maybe I’ll even let him educate me to ride one of those beasts.