Gay erotic short stories with explicit language. Ten stories about gay sex with good old country boys, who work the land and live the simple life and love their men the same way.
Following is an excerpt from "How Can You Keep Them Down on the Farm?:"
Ron answered the door and I tried not to stare at him too hard. God, what a man! Hairy as hell, but that hair was sculpted around a body that was....God! I had a boner in my pants just from seeing it! I wanted to push my face into that chest fur and start nibbling away at the taut flesh underneath, from the twin plush-pillow-like breasts to the thick row of hair that wove down between the paired muscles of the ribs, stomach and abdomen to a thickening that had to be the top of his pubic hair! He lifted a hand up to rest on the doorjamb, and that made his arm muscles glow in arcs of bicep, triceps, forearm....
“Come on in, Clyde, Eric.” he said to Pa, and then me. “You know why you’re here, Eric?”
“Not really.” I said. “Pa just said for me to come with him, and here we are.”
Ron led us inside to his living room. It was a little messy but not too much so. Ron was taking care of the place, and one guy who’s outside a lot can’t mess things up too much, anyhow. “Clyde tells me you got some problems.”
I blushed. “Yeah, kind of.”
“Problems you need some help with.” Ron laid out on the couch, while Pa took the chair. That left what was left of the couch for me, not quite the width of the cushion on the final third. Ron’s lower leg and booted foot was on part of it, but I sat down and pretended I didn’t feel the leg against my thigh like a branding iron searing my flesh.
“I reckon I should just get out of here.” I said. “Better than what I found myself doing earlier today.”
“Yeah, your Pa told me.” Ron admitted.
I put my face down into my hands and just moaned. “I got to get out of here!” I said when I finished that long moan.
“No, you don’t.” Ron said. “You just need a man.” And then I heard it, the unmistakable sound of the zipper sliding down on a pair of jeans. “I’m a man.”
I dared to open my eyes and turn my head to look. Ron’s pants were open and sticking up out of the fly was one of the biggest tools you’d ever think of seeing, ever! I mean, not that I’d seen a hard one on a guy before, other than my own. Well, it was a lot bigger than that! Like twice as big around and four inches longer than my own!
“Ron’s agreed to help you with your urgings, son.” Pa said. “We figure, you get all this out of your system and you can stay on the farm.”