SHORT PIECES (GAY TALES). vol. 6

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SHORT PIECES (GAY TALES). vol. 6SHORT PIECES (GAY TALES) VOL. 6BARNSTORMINGIn the Prairies, where I was brought up, and especially on farms which were distant from any villages, going out at night had a very different meaning. In my area, many of the boys in their late teens and early twenties would regularly gather in an abandoned barn which was across the road from Mr. White’s farm. With time, the grass had stopped growing in a large area in front of the barn because the trucks had parked there for decades. The door was never locked, and the place was never used during the day. At night, at least a few nights a week, pick-up trucks would gather between 11 PM and midnight. Young men dressed only in shirt and trousers or short pants met on the hay-covered floor of the large barn. There were no lights. We were all over 18 and our parents knew. It was part of the growing up tradition. Our fathers had gone through this and our brothers did it also.After the young men undressed, the white skin reflected the little light that went through the planks. Sometimes you would recognize someone before you engaged. Other times it was quite anonymous. Families mixed with families. That night my older brother Johnny came with me. There were about 10 boys there already. Immediately after I undressed, I tumbled on the hay with a young man I thought I had engaged with before, but I was wrong. He was new. We were sucking head to toe and on our side. It was tight. I nearly choked on his long slim cock. Sucking couples would often roll into each other, ass touching ass. I was sometimes enough to squirt a load. After the first cum, I walked around for a few minutes, letting my cock get hard again. A few yards from me, naked boys were watching a couple fucking. It was a little special and it explained the attraction. Both boys had kept their hat on so they wouldn’t engage with each other, but in all the action, the inevitable happened. It wasn’t the first time, but it always turned everybody on. I went for a boy I knew because I had fucked him before. His ass was a bit wider and softer than most boys there and he got on all fours when he saw me approaching. I put my hands in the crack of his ass and pulled the two roasts apart so my tongue could reach his hole. I licked and penetrated him with my hardened tongue. I mounted him and gently pinched his nipples as my cock found its way inside his hole. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Johnny getting rimmed by a tall skinny guy. He was gonna mate with the skinny butch. We were nearly side by side and on opposite end of a fuck. The place was as crowded as I had never seen it before. Boys brought boys from other areas since this was the only fuck barn within about 50 miles. In 5 or 10 years, most of these boys would drive to barn dances, meet a girl and get married. But right now, they were getting some with other men. Some older men we knew still kept a male interest on the side and it was not uncommon to see two men disappear in a hayfield or a barn for an hour. It was getting late. We had told our parents we would be back before 1 AM. Johnny and I got dressed and walked to the truck. Johnny drove on the way back. After about 10 miles, he turned right and took the lumber jack trail. We had time.———————————————————————————————————————-EASY RIDERI hadn’t been to the training facilities in quite a while. I had raced here when I was younger but was never good enough to race in the big üsküdar escort ones. I kept in touch with the trainers and found them horses and sometimes jockeys. One jockey I had recommended was doing well and Ronnie had phoned me to invite me to what we called “a special viewing”. Ronnie oversaw jockey training and we had known each other when we were both younger. We got together once in awhile although he was chummy, very chummy, with one of the owners. When I arrived Ronnie and I shook hands in front of jockeys, helpers, trainers, and the like. As soon as we got into his office, he lowered the blinds and we kissed, groping each other’s basket through our pants. “Your boy Ben is pretty hot stuff”, said Ronnie inches from my face‘Yeah…he is…good jockey…and good bottom also’, I snickered“You’re not k**ding. Ben and another jockey are having an affair and he asked if we wanted to oversee a fuck’, said Ronnie“I’m always game, you know that”, I answeredIt wasn’t the first time Ronnie had invited me for a show. Whenever a jockey I had brought them got into a romance, he thought of me since we were both voyeurs and would have a go at it together afterwards. Ronnie brought me to the stables. I loved the smell of horses and leather. We went to a small change room where the jockeys changed before and after they went riding. We both undressed and put on short cotton night gowns. A few minutes later, the two lovebirds walked in in similar gowns. Ronnie and I sat on a straight chair and watched stark naked. The two short but muscular men took off their gown and went at each other like wrestlers. They kissed, licked, spit, grabbed and squeezed each other’s flesh. Ronnie had told me they had been apart for three days since Ben’s lover was training a horse at Santa Anna. They were both hungry. The bodies were covered in sweat and their cock was moving up and down with every breath. They sucked cock for just a few minutes before Ben’s ass was licked by his lover. That slowed the pace down. Ronnie and I were also hard and were slowly moving our fingers up and down the other’s pole. The jockeys had reached the level just before an orgasm. They got in position. Ben was impaled by his lover’s cock and the two short slim men started fucking. It was a big fuck with both men moaning and groaning. Finally both screamed and the deed was done. There was cum all over the floor and Ben’s ass and thighs. By the time the two jockeys left, Ronnie was already sucking my cock. I didn’t know what he had in mind. When he got on all fours, I got the signal and licked his hole which had become a familiar preliminary between us. I mounted him and our fuck was slower that the previous one. Nevertheless, we mated and kept our position until the door opened and, as was the tradition, a few farm hands surrounded us and wanked until they squirted on our back.——————————————————————————————————————PARKING LOT ROMANCERandy was aware of the Rodeo Parking Lot. It was the only one outside of downtown which was open all night. There was nothing much as far as entertainment around it and the offices were all closed at night. It was obvious to those who knew what it was used for. Automatic ticket machine going in and out. No security. Of course, in the old days it had been used for leaving bodies and other mafia-related activity, but now its usefulness was different. Randy was a little over 50 and was beginning tuzla escort to find it difficult to score, even a quickie. The hotels restrooms were watched, and the clubs were not safe. It was near midnight. Randy was parked on a side street. A man with a felt hat and a trench coat was waiting for the light to cross the main street. He had his hands in his pockets and glasses. Randy turned his headlights on and off a few times. The man turned his head towards the car. He crossed the street and walked away. In his mirror, Randy saw a small car coming down the street very slowly. The car stopped a few feet past Randy’s. The driver put his brakes on a few times and sent Randy a signal. Randy blinked his head lights. Randy was horny. He figured he had a hit. He could feel his cock stiffen. The car turned the corner slowly and Randy followed it as it turned inside the Rodeo (as it was usually known). Randy’s car was larger. He parked a few spots from the small red car. Randy opened the back door of his car and the man came out of his. There were about 10 cars on that level, and all were occupied although the lights were off. The man walked towards Randy’s car and got into the back seat. Randy joined him and closed the door.The men didn’t speak. Jackets came off and folded on the back of the front seats. Then shirts were unbuttoned, and belts undone. Randy’s partner was a man his age or older with a tanned and slightly wrinkled face of someone who had worked outdoors. He may have been Italian or Greek. He had a small mustache. When most of the clothes allowed for hands to slip in, the two men kissed, awkwardly at first, then Randy took the lead and stuffed his tongue inside his partner’s mouth. Hands were busy around the nipples. The man had a hairy chest which Randy appreciated. Armpits were licked. Trousers were pulled down to the ankles and underwear also. Half-erect cocks flapped against the fabric. Both men seemed excited by the other. Randy was hungry for cock. He licked the slit of the man’s cock and delighted in the salty taste of a recent piss. The man realized what Randy was doing and went for Randy’s cock slit also. Both men wished they had been near a urinal for more piss play. Randy moved on top of the man in the 69 position. Both had to move slowly along the seat so that their cock aligned with the other’s mouth. They teased each other, licking knobs and then letting the hard pole touch a nose or a chin. Nobody was in a hurry. After a few minutes of moving and teasing, both were moving their cock up and down in their partner’s mouth. Randy was happy with the man’s sucking. They ignored car doors being slammed as lovers were returning to their own car. The partner gave no clues to show if he was a bottom or a top. The back seat of this car was too small anyway for a comfortable fuck. Randy was feeling his cock grow and moved so the engorged tip touched the man’s palate. It was a signal which the man caught onto and moved his own cock in the same position. A few minutes later both men squirted their load in the other’s mouth. It wasn’t a load from a 20-year-old but both were satisfied and tasted cum. While dressing, the man gave Randy his card (which was rather unusual in this type of encounter) and Randy fumbled in his wallet to give the man his own. The man thanked him. They kissed one last time and the man made the motion to phone. Randy smiled and nodded. The small red car drove out the parking lot. Randy turned on his flashlight pendik escort to read the card. The man had what seemed like a Greek name and was working as a gardener in supply store. The next day, Randy phoned and made sure he was speaking to the right man. The man’s English was good enough. They agreed to meet in the lobby of a downtown hotel. “Well I can’t lose, the Greeks invented this”, said Randy to himself————————————————————————————————————————CHOPPER INTERLUDEBefore going up to the logging camp for the summer season, the newbies and the older men assembled in a small area which was the head office of the company. Contrary to most head offices, it was in a heavily forested area and no where near a town. The men had to start their contract on a certain date, but the logging area was often too snowy to allow them to begin work. The men had little to do for the few weeks they were at the head office, but management figured that it was a good time to prepare them for living closely together for the next 6 months. Of course, the men all favored man to man sex. The thirty some odd men had time to make friends, test each other’s preferences, find the right group. This method had proven itself and in the long run it made for happier employees, minimized confrontations and improved the work output.Most of the men were eventually flown by seaplane to their destination. Erik who was the last one to arrive because of college exams, had to be flown by helicopter. He spent only one week with the group but had time to make contacts and friends. He was very popular. Of Scandinavian descent, he was a tall handsome blonde and fitted nicely with many of the other hunks in the logging business. Terry was the helicopter (chopper) pilot and had several chats with Erik who was fascinated with airplanes and flying. Erik was 20 and Terry was turning 40. At the end of the week, both men were lusting after each other. Unfortunately sex was out of bounds at the main office (but encouraged at the logging camp). When time came for Erik to fly to the logging camp, Terry was there to take him in the chopper. It was a four-hour trip. The noise the plane made kept the men from talking on the way. About half-way to destination, they hit patches of fog. Terry made a sign that they were landing. It was the usual decision when you hit fog. One would wait for it to lift again and take off again.“I feel like a pee”, said Terry, once the motor had stopped“Sounds like a good idea”, answered ErikThe two men stood side by side, Erik taller by about 6 inches and heavier, while they pissed. They were both half erect and slowly stroking. It didn’t take long for them to unbuttoned shirts and take off trousers and underwear. In less than 5 minutes, both men were ready for sex. The two bears rolled on the leaf-covered ground, their man to man dirty talk only heard by the birds and the squirrels. They had time and their initial 69 (including piss tasting) gave way to more kissing and sharing loads with deep open-mouth kissing. Erik was the obvious butch and was delighted to lick Terry’s puckered hole, something he had dreamed of doing the previous week. Neither had taken a morning shower. Then it was Terry’s turn and the two men went for each other in the raw, shaking with lust as Erik prepared Terry for the fuck. Terry’s hole had been visited by many cocks and Erik had no trouble driving his tool all the way in. It was a big fuck between the two lovers in this eye-catching scenery and total silence. They fondled each other some more until the fog lifted and they continued their trip.Throughout the summer, even after Erik had obviously found other lovers, Terry always received Erik’s offering every time he delivered something to the logging camp. THE END

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