It was a breathlessly hot day and the sweat poured off Bruce and Gary as they worked at
mending fences of the sheep farm that Gary owned. The farm was right on the edge of
the outback and they were miles away from the homestead. The only bit of comfort they
had was the shade of a lone tree, and the cold beers in Gary's ice box.
At last they finished the repair and Gary got another two beers out of the ice box. Both
men relished the relief of the cold liquid coating the back of their parched throats.
'Hey Bruce,' Gary asked 'do you ever have any sexual fantasies?'
Bruce was slightly taken aback by his boss asking him this question, but as he was getting
restless and felt he would be moving on soon he saw no real harm in answering. He spent
his whole life drifting from sheep station to sheep station, in-between spells down in
Alice Springs or Darwin. Sometimes, when he was feeling a little more adventurous he
would head down to Sydney or Melbourne.
'I've always wanted someone to piss on my balls.' Bruce replied as he sank the rest of his
beer and crushed the can in his powerful grip.
Gary blushed beet red. He was shocked and almost wished he hadn't asked. This was
damn kinky. He wasn't sure what kind of reply he had been expecting but it wasn't this.
'What...a man or a woman?'' Gary spluttered.
'It would probably be easier for a man to do it,' Bruce replied 'but I wouldn't mind either
one.'
Gary felt a strange constriction in his chest. What the hell was that feeling and why was it
that his tongue seemed to be in control, speaking stuff his brain hadn't yet thought out.
'Well, I need to take a leak.' Gary said.
Quick as a flash Bruce took his shorts and undies off and leaned up against a gate. His ass
was incredibly firm and pale and without a single blemish. It just looked so shockingly
smooth and white in contrast to Bruce's hairy sun bronzed legs and arms. His narrow
waist was so unlike Gary's wife's massive girth. She had grown larger as the years gone
by and now she looked like the kind of woman that men around these parts described as
being able to kick start a jumbo jet. She loved her beer and barbies, and she had grown
strong from pulling her weight around the farm, but it was far from sexy.
Gary unzipped his shorts and hauled out his big, fleshy uncut cock. Bruce turned his head
to catch a quick glance of that utterly beautiful tube of flesh before he felt the hot splatt
of Gary's piss on his big, smooth balls. The feeling was just as he had imagined it to be
and he was soon rock hard. The forceful warm stream caused his balls to tingle and the
strange circumstance of fulfilling his fantasy this way with his boss just added to the
horniness he felt as he grabbed hold of his wide on and started furiously wanking it.
Gary's massive stream of piss came to and end and he stood there with his limp dick in
hand watching Bruce's big balls bouncing up and down. He knew what he was doing and
it was amazing to think that he had turned someone on this much. Bruce's ass glistened in
a shaft of sunlight that came through the branches of the tree. Gary was still mesmerized
by the alabaster purity of the skin, the shapely mounds of the cheeks and completely
baffled as to why he should feel this for a man's ass.
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Just then Bruce turned around with a massive boner in his hand. The cock head was plum
red and the shaft surprisingly brown against the paleness of his upper thighs and lower
belly.
'I want to suck your cock.' Bruce said.
Gary said nothing. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak, almost unable to think.
Bruce kneeled before his boss and took hold of that beefy cock of his and guided it into
his mouth. His tongue darted underneath the loose foreskin, gathering up all the tasty
juices of a natural man before he gently eased the foreskin back on the rapidly tumescing
cock. Gary looked down in amazement. His cock was in a man's mouth. What the hell
was he thinking.
'No!' he said. 'This aint right.'
'Please. Please. Please.' Gary begged. There was no way he could let up now, not having
tasted that gorgeous monster.
Gary's cock would not quit. He stood there with it pointing up at the blue sky. Somehow
he seemed powerless to put it away. The sound of Bruce begging for his cock was simply
the horniest thing he had ever heard in his forty three years of life.
Bruce cam closer and once more got down on his knees. This time he undid Gary's fly
button and tugged his shorts and underpants down to his feet. Gary stepped out of them
and felt the deliciousness of a slight breeze on his sweaty arse. His cock once more
disappeared into Bruce's mouth and the man gave him a blow like none other he had ever
had in his life. His knees felt weak as that hot mouth worked its magic on his cock ridge,
slit and shaft. Those strong hands, that so recently had been mending fences, were now
stroking up and down his thighs making him feel things he never knew he could.
His sex life with Mary consisted of him climbing on top of her on a Saturday night after
both of them got tanked up on beer and rum and then poking away until he came or fell
asleep. Now he was in the hands of an expert who was sucking him with a skill Gary had
not encountered even with the occasional prostitutes he had visited in his youth. There
was no way Mary would give him a blow job; she made that much clear right at the
beginning of their married life. "You bring that filthy thing near my mouth again mate and
I'll bite it off" had been her exact words.
Bruce's big strong hands now stroked up Gary's firm, hairy belly and gently tweaked his
nipples. Gary let out a squeak of surprised delight. When Bruce's hands went back down
south to fondle his hairy balls and cup his beefy arse Gary reached back up for his own
nipples. So that is what they were for! It was as if his nipples were directly connected to
his cock and mini surges of electricity flowed between the two points. And what had
started this whole amazing thing going was Bruce, who was now happy as a pig in shit as
he slurped on Gary's thick eight inch hog.
Gary reached down and cupped his hands around Bruce's head. This guy was making him
feel so hot he wanted to give something back. Bruce had now worked Gary's cock into
the back of his throat and gently encouraged Gary to face fuck him. Gary grunted as the
silky sensation worked its way from his cock head, down his shaft and all the way to
his pubes. This was better than anything he had ever known and he was so damn
close but Bruce had other ideas.
He pulled away from Gary and turned his back on him.
'I want your cock in my ass.' he growled.
'But you've got piss on your ass.' Gary protested.
Bruce grabbed a beer out of the ice box, pulled the ring on it and handed it to Gary.
'Wash it of with this.' he said.
Gary started to pour the beer on Bruce's perfect mound. He watched the foam disappear
into the crack, and the liquid coat his silky smooth cheeks.
'This is a waste of beer.' Gary said.
'Lick it off then.' Bruce replied.
It was exactly what Gary wanted to hear. He wanted it to seem like someone else idea,
not his, because the thing he wanted to do was so alien to him, and it shocked it to the
core. But, he gathered up his and Bruce's clothes, and laid them in the dirt so he would
have something to kneel on. Then he got down and began to lick the beer off Bruce's
beautiful butt. He kissed the small of his back, and then across the velvety sheen of the
perfect cheeks, tasting the beer and feeling hornier and hornier. His excitement had no
name, it grabbed him round the throat and squeezed, so he could hardly breathe but he
just wanted more and more. Then at last he could resist no longer. He closed his eyes,
parted those tight cheeks and buried his face in Bruce's crack.
The first contact of tongue on the wrinkled texture of Bruce's slit was burned directly into
his memory. He still tasted of beer and not at all like Gary was afraid it might. The boss
man went crazy now, rooting around in Bruce's shaft like a pig in a trough. Bruce let out
a low moan as that sex crazed straight man behind him ate him out like a pro. His tongue
burrowed deeper and deeper into Bruce's asshole while his hands came up to cup those
large, smooth balls. They felt hefty and smooth and warm in his hands. Bruce pushed
back against Gary, eager to have his horny tongue work its magic on his little slut hole
but he was also growing eager for something else.
Gary opened his eyes and marvelled at the sight of that little brown fuck truffle that had
given him so much delight. It looked so fucking rude and so completely fuckable. He
pressed his forefinger against Bruce's ring and it sank into his fiery depths without
resistance. Reaching down for his cock, Gary smeared his precum all around his
cockhead and then pressed it up against that winking wet manslit.
To his surprise and delight his cock slid in without hesitation. Once, in one of their
drunken moments, he and Mary had tried anal sex but she said it hurt too much and he
could only imagine that it did. But now his cock was sliding down the silken highway,
into the warmth of Bruce's ass. Bruce sighed happily as he was filled with that weighty
cock, stretching his ring in a way that even the biggest of his dildos could not. This was
real; man on man, flesh sliding into yielding flesh. He shivered in delight, despite the
scorching heat of the sun. The sweat poured off both of them as the heat and the exertion
of their lovemaking took its toll. The scent of raw, rugged men lost in lust filled their
nostrils as Gary began banging into Bruce's ass.
There was something so crude about Gary's fucking; he was just hammering away at a
hole until he could shoot his bolt, and yet Bruce knew that this would be the one fuck he
would remember for life. The warm stream of Gary's piss on his balls, seeing his boss' fat
cock for the first time and then feeling him eat him ass with quite amazing skill more
than made up for the slightly pedestrian style of his fucking. Bruce knew that Gary was
over excited; he could sense it in his thrust and hear the little grunts and moans that rose
up in his throat and then died away on the breeze.
Bruce had been saving the best for last. He now squeezed the powerful muscles of his
assring, clamping down on Gary's shaft before releasing. Gary let out a little yelp. Bruce
knew he had him hooked and did it again and again. Gary went totally crazy, switching
gears and started really fucking. It was when he pulled all the way out and slammed in
again that Bruce reached for his cock. Now he was feeling it. The magical feel of Gary's
slick cockhead sliding past his ring and in and out of his depths was driving Bruce totally
crazy. His hand was a blur as he wanked himself silly. His balls churned, his ass was
on fire and his cock was so sensitive it almost hurt.
'Fuuucccckkkk!' Gary groaned, and Bruce surrendered to the feeling washing over him.
Gary gave one last savage thrust into Bruce's ass as his cock exploded with the most
powerful force he had ever known. His spunk blasted out of his cock with such violence
that it hurt and he whimpered. Bruce grunted as his own cock spasmed in his hand and
the first thick rope of jizz shot into the air with some of it splashing his chin. He shuddered
and groaned as each new jet of jism forced its way out of his cock and landed in the dirt.
The pair stayed locked together for a short time, like mating dogs, while they struggled
to get their breath back.
Gary was dazed when he pulled his cock out of Bruce's ass and he was glad that his
workman took charge.
'Come on mate,' Bruce said as he took two more beers out of the ice box 'let's get
dressed. We've got work to do.'
Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue
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