"Big Old Mr. Clive" - Furry Love in the 19th Century - (chubby daddy erotica)
Clive Longwood was a very, very heavy older gentleman. He was well loved by many, yet hated by some. He had a larger-than-life personality, a big deep voice that blasted through an entire room and typically dressed and presented himself in a very tidy way. Although he was a traveling speaker and author, Mr. Clive Albert Longwood was always known as “Mr. Clive”. If he wasn’t doing business in New York City, he was often seen riding a circuit in his large covered wagon. Because of his size and his age, he built a set of folding steps in order for him to get on and off of his wagon without using the tiny metal ladder. He always used two black Arabian horses, and had an off-white canvas cover with the name “Mr. Clive” painted on each side. He always carried enough candy to hand out to the children when ever he arrived at the school, but honestly he would easily admit that he carried enough rock candy and licorice as snacks for his long trips. He almost always greeted everyone he passed by, he was even known to remove his black top hat and bow his head, his big infectious smile delighted both children and adults.
Clive tipped the maid at the inn and began to head down the stairs, picking up a box of pastries for his journey. He mounted the makeshift stairs attached to his wagon and headed through town. He decided to make a detour toward the Hildebrand farm, because he was told he could get fresh clover honey and homemade mead. So before turning south out of town, he had to head a bit north on the main road for a few miles to get to the Hildebrand farm and on his way he greeted a young man who he noticed walking the same direction.
Casey Jenkins, a young man in his early 20s was actually looking for Mr. Clive. In fact, he was secretly obsessed with this large, charming bear of a man. A bit blinded by the late morning sun, Clive tipped his top hat bowing his head gently at Casey, saying to him, “top of the morning to you young man”. Casey was dumbfounded for a moment, stuttered and tried to also give a charming greeting then tripped a little bit catching his step quickly. “Careful boy”, the fat man said with a smile, “where are you heading so quickly this fine morning?”
“Just heading back to my town up north”, said Casey squinting at the sunlight. Then stuttering he asked if he could hitch a ride. Clive told him that he could take Casey as far as the Hildebrand farm and that he has to turn around and head south for another job. Casey stopped in his tracks, stuttered a bit and seemed a little upset. Clive stopped the horses and looked very puzzled at Casey’s reaction. But without saying another word, he reached out his hand and gestured for the young man to sit next to him.
A warm rush came over the boy as he sat down next to the large man. He warned him that the carriage seat was built with a set of springs that’s barely strong enough to hold a man of his size, so he asked how much the young man weighed. “Oh I reckon about 160”, said Casey, with a very sheepish grin on his face, “why do you ask?”
“I should be asking your name young man”, chuckled Clive as he signaled his horses to go, “I bet you can guess my name because it’s written all over my wagon!”
“Jenkins, and yes, I know exactly who you are Mr. Clive”, smiled Casey. “Oh indeed”, mr. Clive exclaimed, “you look like one of the Jenkins kids from up there in Hendersonville. You have grown up to be one fine man!” Then he pulled gently on the collar of the young man’s shirt peeking in, “and you’ve turned out to be just as woolly as your old man!” Clive laughed deeply holding his enormous belly, “I like the beard too, very well-kept, and very charming. I bet the girls think you are a lumberjack from out West…”
Casey rode with Clive into the farm as he purchased some fresh honey and a small case of mead in used glass pints. Clive offered Casey to drink one, and Casey said he wasn’t drinking yet. Clive laughed with the farmers and said, “well drink this up now boy, it’s sweet like honey but it’ll put some hair on your chest!” Then Clive grabbed the boy by his shoulder, unbuttoned a few buttons button and yanked on some of his chest hair telling the farmers that it was about time this boy started drinking. Casey bowed down slightly, then immediately jumped onto the covered wagon hiding inside. He thought that if he pretended to be sick, maybe Clive would take him with him south. He rode his carriage to the end of the farm road where it connected to the main street. Clive asked Casey if he needed another minute before he dropped him off. Casey, still sitting in the back of the wagon didn’t say a word so Clive came back to sit with him and put his arm around him. Casey nestled his head in man’s barrel chest as Clive explained that he doesn’t believe in traveling companions.
“But I am going your direction, to the same town that you are,” Casey replied nervously.
“That’s not what you told me when I met you in town”, Clive said as he raised his eyebrows, “tell me son, what is really going on?”
Casey nervously and reluctantly told him the story, even what he was told at the tavern and what Jefferson Miller had told him yet taking out every sexual reference. “Now what would make a smart boy like Jeffrey want to prevent you and I from becoming friends?” Mr. Clive asked, looking up very puzzled, and this time raising one eyebrow. “I would love to be friends, but I am not looking for a traveling companion. This is a one man show.”
“I can’t tell you why exactly”, said Casey, “but for now I beg you to take me with you at least to the next town please”.
“I’m getting too old for this,” moaned Mr. Clive, “very well though, you seem like a nice lad, very determined, but nice… And I don’t feel like arguing today.”
They rode side-by-side in the blistering sun for a few hours, Clive, as horny as he typically is, made occasional sexual references, but Casey, nervous, tried to make small talk. The two men stopped near an apple orchard, and began to snack on some of the ripe berries that were growing next to the creek.
Casey remarked that Clive seemed heavier than the last time they had seen each other. “In fact”, said Casey, “I remember seeing a thick bulge between your legs as I looked at your trousers when you sat down after one of your presentations.”
“Oh, that”, he responded, “even at my old age, it seems to stiffen easily as if I was still a schoolboy” then he chuckled, again squinting his eyes as he smiled. “Most of my colleagues back east know my… Ahem! …unusual interests”, said Clive with another toothy grin, “but very few of you boys know much about me when I travel out this far in the country”. He got up and Casey followed him back to the carriage. The old man continued, “in fact, I’ve kept an old article about my work in a publication that is paid for in part by one of my competitors.” Then bending over with his round butt pointing up to the canvas of his covered wagon, he rustles through a stack of papers, shakes one of them out, and places a pair of round wire framed reading glasses on. “August 7, 1875”, he announces in a sarcastic tone, loudly clearing his throat, “the charlatan magic tricks of the so-called ‘Mr. Clive’ are not science at all. In fact, I question anyone’s sanity who not only has the appetite for food that he does, but the appetite for pleasure. I have heard it said from valuable sources, that when he arrives at the town or city in which he will be proclaiming his ungodly presentations, he doesn’t look for a woman, he claims that he prefers the company of another man. My theory is that any man this fat could not afford to pay a woman enough to lay with him even for five minutes! I’ve heard him tip the scales at over 400 pounds one time at a carnival!”
The he whispered, “Well, I’m actually closer to 375, but who’s counting?…” Clive continued, “See son, the reason why I’m so fat is not the candy I eat, but it’s my love of fresh meat. I’m fat because meat is full of fat it’s very simple science and logic son. See, I conducted experiments with burning sugars, all kinds of sugars and nearly all of the matter is burned up and turned into energy leaving very little behind. I could switch to lean meat, but I’m not giving up my licorice and rock candy because it gives me energy.”
Mr. Clive’s eyes got big for a second, and without saying a word, he stumbles to the back of the covered wagon, and kicks the small stairway contraption as it hits the ground. Climbing down the stairs, he continued to speak, “Back when I was still a lad, I had a small fondness for girls yet I loved the sensuality of anything with fur. In fact, one of the schoolboys was mounting his uncle’s pony on a regular basis and got me to try it several times but I lost interest. It wasn’t until toward the beginning of my career, I found myself in New York City trying to find a publisher for my first book project-”
Casey, excited to hear him talk yet he kept trying to get a word in, finally rudely interrupted, “You mean you’ve gone to New York?”
Clive looking annoyed, the clumsy old man picked up right where he left off, “And that is where I met a small group of poets who had introduced me to a couple of older men who had just returned from a long stay in Paris. Those gentlemen were the ones who introduced me to the fact that a man could make love to another man just like he could to a woman. I made my way into the conversation and there happened to have been a very hairy old Frenchman at the cafe who I quickly, without hesitating asked if he could show me a few things. He looked me up and down as if he was a farmer purchasing livestock, turned his nose up at me and in a pompous accent begin to say, "a portly awkward young man as yourself would be no catch for any man who is looking for the company of another man. I suspect that you were not one of us and should go back to the farm where you belong and knock up another fatty as yourself is.” Saddened, he continued, “So that’s exactly what I did, and after a grievous civil war, two children and an exasperating marriage I decided to travel full time and that is where I have been always keeping my eyes out for interested males everywhere I go.”
When Casey tried to interject again, Clive kept talking as if he was giving a lecture, “so, it is just been a habit for me to flirt with men as if I were to flirt with women, however most men just think I’m being friendly, and that it is part of the personality of being a show man. Very few of them catch on, and traveling can get very lonely at times. If I spend a day or two and a larger town and am unsuccessful in finding a companion, I often sneak behind a sawmill or a steel mill because the men working there often remove their shirts. Sometimes, I will candidly peer into a window and get so aroused, that I undo my fly, place a handkerchief inside then pleasure myself.”
This time, when it seemed like Casey’s turn to interject, mr. Clive looked over at the young man and found him to be quite speechless! The old man waited a little longer for the boy to say something, then finally decided to ask him for a favor. “I would appreciate it if you would get into my medium brown leather suitcase, and look for the little box of all-purpose cleansing soap. Casey, still unable to say a word, and trying to hide the fact that he was extremely turned on and trying to conceal and unwanted erection, began sorting through the pile of things under the off-white canvas. Meanwhile, the big man made his way down the short hill toward the creek.
When Casey found him, he was naked and belly deep in the creek. Clive asked if he found the soap and Casey, nearly tossing it to him was stopped by the old man who suddenly told him not to toss it, but to bring it to him. So there was Mr. Clive, completely naked and soaking wet. Without his hat, you could see his great big bald spot, is curly mustache was now starting to point down and the hair on his chest was matted down like an old wet dog. He was smiling like it was a surprise party, and looking up and down at the young man with looks of great anticipation."Well, don’t be shy boy. Come on in! And bring that bar of soap, I could sure use that.”
Casey smiled big, and removed his shoes and clothes within seconds, but he was still trying to hide the fact that he had nearly a complete hard-on. At this time, Clive was a little closer to the shore, and the water line was just below his belt and his left hand was occasionally between his legs. The old man smiled so big it was as if he was squinting at the sun and yet as happy as a boy on Christmas morning. Casey was excited and yet embarrassed, hunched over and skipping down the shore very quickly then finally collapsing into the water swimming over towards the fat man. “Here son”, said the old man,“let me start with your back” as he was handed the soap and began to lather up. Casey could feel that enormous belly rubbing up against his backside and it delighted him more than he ever expected it to. He felt the large warm hands caress his back with the soap bubbles dripping down his front. The two hairy man looked like a couple of wet animals as they passed the bar of soap from hand-to-hand, White suds all over their bodies. Within no time, the bar of soap made it in between each other’s legs, passing erotic caresses back-and-forth. Casey’s penis was entirely hard, and sticking slightly up, just to barely penetrating the surface of the water.
Clive began to giggle even more, and petting the head of the young man’s hard dick pleasured of him immensely. The entire time that Casey was playing between the old man’s legs, he could feel his thick hard stumpy cock just as stiff as it was when he first touched it. Clive sat down to rinse off his upper body and Casey collapsing dunked himself underwater, popping back up splashing waves all over each other. Clive reached forward and grabbed the boy by his hips pulling his cock into his mouth. He began by gently licking underneath his shaft, as a young man became full of mixed expressions. As they gained momentum, the fat bear held those hips back-and-forth making the boy and moan in ecstasy. Casey then got nervous and kept looking around him in every direction. The old man noticed his nervousness and suddenly pushed on his belly causing the boy to fall in the water.
Clive came after him in the deeper water, grabbing him by the back, and gently pulling on the back of his wet hair. Then pulling his belly up he pressed his crotch right up against the boy’s back side. Although the old man wasn’t penetrating him, Casey could feel that short knobby cock poking him all around his butt and in between his crack. “You really are a naughty old man!” exclaimed Casey.
“You have no idea”, said Clive as he took the boy by his shoulders violently turning him around. They were now face-to-face and Clive began to devour the young man’s bearded face. Wet, sloppy kisses covered the young man from ear to ear as it tickled sometimes and made him laugh however it was more of a joyful laugh. Casey looked up at the clouds as he felt the kisses go down his neck to his chest, then a little bit underwater where his nipples were.
“Sir?”, Casey asked, trying to get the man’s attention, but with no success, “do you have the soap?”
Then in a showman’s tone of voice, like a teacher making a strong point, began to say, “I” kiss, “do not” kiss, “care” kiss,“about that blasted soap”. Casey finally gave in, and found himself in another world. He began to give back the old man’s affection and their two erections under the water touched like a sword fight. There was even a time when they both ended up underwater and immersed together laughing and kissing and hugging. Casey took the old man by the crotch, and began vigorously rubbing the head and the foreskin. With his eyes rolled back in his head, breathing heavily and moaning, Clive drew back for a moment and with a glazed look on his face, took the boy by the hand.
Without saying another word, they walked slowly out of the water finding themselves in a shaded grassy spot between the two piles of clothes. Because Casey had such a long, hard dick that was sticking out, embarrassed, he held Clive tightly as they walked and sat down. Immediately they both rolled onto their sides when Clive pinned the boy on his back making wild passionate love to him. The old man was now on all fours thrusting his crotch and making his belly rub up against Casey’s stiff shaft. The fat hairy bear grunted like an animal, kissing, thrusting and even biting. He began to suck on one of his nipples, now snorting like a pig and adding more of his weight on the young man nearly suffocating him. They rolled over again now Casey was on top and doing much of the same. Casey he grabbed the stumpy cock and began to vigorously massage it again. The fat man though, feeling like he was going to climax awkwardly trying to roll over, and eventually succeeded at laying on his belly while Casey was still over him.
Clive spit twice in his right hand and placed a few fingers in his own hole while trying to find Casey’s dick. The young man caught on very quickly and gave them to the old man’s gestures. Moistening the long penis with just a few strokes was enough for the boy to try to penetrate but instead he just began poking between the huge fleshy cheeks of his butt. Casey moaned with excitement because he had never had intercourse with anyone but Clive gave a big sigh, and spit in his hand again in order to try to lubricate more. This time, he positioned the boy right into his hole. The boy had already been uncontrollably thrusting, but this time suddenly shoved his long hard cock in all the way, finally penetrating. Clive screamed because of the sudden surprise, but the boy was unaware and caught up in the moment, he continued his automatic animal instincts. He thrusted, and thrusted while breathing like a sprinter. The old man began to moan with great relief, repeating things like, “you know just how I like it, boy” and, “take your time… you are quite the man!”
Casey had gotten over all of his nervousness and was no longer self-conscious but completely caught up in the moment. He pumped that fat ass so hard sometimes with little strokes, pulling back his entire shaft then suddenly thrusting making them both grown together in intense furry ecstasy. As the excitement continued to grow, Casey could feel the man under him move with him in rhythm, also thrusting together, vocalizing together. The more they grew in anticipation, the more Clive would talk,“go ahead boy! Finish me up! Shoot that big rifle!”
Clive was accustomed to telling his boys specific instructions about how he like to get fucked, however at this moment, he completely forgot and gave into the will of the young man. Casey could feel the hole tighten and it began to trigger his senses to where he knew he was going to cum no matter what. They couldn’t speak anymore. Time froze for a moment as they shared his climax. Casey thrusted, stopped, unloaded some sperm and repeated this several times, gasping for air as if they were back under water. He kept panting like he was still cumming yet he was done, however he wanted to continue thrusting for a while. Then, out of breath, he put all of his weight on the chub, still penetrating.
“Hot damn kid, you sure filled me up!” Clive groaned while Casey kept whispering, “oh my God, oh my God…”
“Yeah buddy, you’re a naughty boy like me” said the big old bottom, “I had a funny feeling about you”. Casey eventually rolled off the man, leaving a slimy little trail across his fuzzy ass. Clive rolled onto his back, with an immense sigh of relief, then signaled him to climb into his lap. “Where did it go?” asked Casey while his slim hand began to explore the fat hairy crotch. Clive took him by the hips, and sat him firmly on his lap. They locked eyes. They were both mesmerized and terrified. Neither of them knew what was happening. Clive is used to sex in a very particular fashion, and yet his feelings for this man were so strong. Embarrassed, yet refusing to look away, they continued to stare into each other’s eyes. They were both beaming with passion and excitement. Clive took the man by the hand, held it close like a kitten, and kissed and sucked on his fingers. Their faces drawing closer until they gave each other a long, gentle kiss.
Clive’s breathing started to get a bit heavy. Casey felt something just under his backside. It was that thick knob of a dick that was slowly hardening by itself. “I found it!” Said Casey. They could both feel it harden as they smiled. Casey got a stunned expression then put his hand to his own mouth, placing spit on the hard cock. Clive’s eyes got real big as he was now fully erect again. His heart beating even faster, mouth open in anticipation, Casey positioned himself quite naturally, as if he knew exactly what to do. When he slowly sat down on the fat man’s cock, they both gasped as they were still exchanging glances. Casey sat back a bit, the shaft penetrating deeper into him as Clive grabbed him again by the hips, keeping him still for a moment.
At that time, with all of that emotion and excitement, it was as if one of them was about to cry, but they did not. Clive just caressed the young man’s firm hairy legs as he reached back up grabbing the hips but very strong this time. With one jolt, the old man sighed in relief, then again, and again. It was so slow, and with every time, the fat man vocalized something different, and escalating with ahh’s and ohh’s… It was so overwhelming for the both of them. Playing in the water was enough to enjoy, this was something that took them beyond their new friendship. It was pure and mutual passion. They could both feel love in their hearts for each other. Clive’s long mustache was still wet and would drip as he noisily exhaled. Sometimes he would close his eyes, sometimes looking up at the clouds, but mostly looking at his wonderful new friend.
Casey was so excited at this new feeling, it reminded him of playing with corncobs as a kid, yet the feeling of having his hole stretched in this setting was all new territory, and he was so excited, he kept wanting to thrust faster and faster. Every time, Clive would slow him down, sometimes grabbing on to the skin just above his hips causing his motion is slow. “Yeah, that’s more like it, son. Ohhh, that’s so wonderful, I want this to last forever… You excite me too much, even though I had it twice last night, it’s like I haven’t had it in years doing it with you… You know you nearly caused me to shoot twice already and I want to save it up… I don’t think I can hold it in for long though…”
The more the charming old man talked in his sexy deep voice that was getting more breathy, it excited Casey even more and before he knew it, he had a total erection again! Clive suddenly noticed it, and with an adorable expression, he pointed his head down, looked down, revealing even more of his huge double chin chubby neck. He started massaging Casey’s dick and they both felt some kind if sexual frenzy. Clive lubricated it and began to massage it vigorously. This made the young man want to ride the fat cock even harder. Then they both moaned and groaned, and kept it up for a short while as they both suddenly opened their eyes. Looking down they noticed that Casey was squirting again and this time cumming on the old man’s enormous giggling belly. This immediately triggered Clive to cum half way through Casey’s climax. This excited Casey even more as he looked at the fat man’s face going through all kinds of wild expressions.
He grabbed Casey’s hips again, this time digging his finger nails into his skin yelling out in bliss, filling the boy’s hole with his bear cum. Casey kept riding the big old pig and noticed his chubby fuzzy chest shifting up and down like a gelatin dish on a bumpy carriage ride. It became too much for the old man to handle, and he pleaded with him to stop. Then he moaned as if in pain, Clive moving his fat hands allover the young man’s hairy body. Casey slowly got up from his lap, making chubby the man exclaim a little again. The knobby penis still hard, and looking longer than he thought it could ever get, the foreskin slowly covering the head and bobbing back and forth a few times. As the skin was hiding the thick penis, a big glob of semen formed on the tip, dripping down in time for the young man to play with it. He became fascinated with the old man’s enormous body, finally fulfilling every fantasy he had about being with a man, especially a husky man like this. It was a peaceful and and tender moment for him, as well as for Clive who began to talk quietly, “I hear that there is a white soap that actually floats. When we get to town, maybe we should find some” said Clive. “Yes, but” Casey said, “considering what happened last time, the soap would just float a mile downstream before we would notice anything!” They both laughed until they were suddenly interrupted by hearing a loud voice.
“Is somebody down there?” The male voice shouted along with the strained barking of an old hound, “is everything alright?” Then they both looked up in shock at the hill toward the apple orchard, while the top half of a silhouette was revealed to be what looked like a man with a 10 gallon style cowboy hat and what looked like a long hunting rifle.
Chapter Three: Fuzzy Lovers
Casey and Clive had suddenly found that a new friendship turned into a union of their bodies and they gave pleasure to each other like neither of them had before. Unfortunately, their cries of passion and yelling out in ecstasy alerted a dog at a ranch house on the property. This caused Mr. Williamson to grab his rifle and check out what was going on.
The two lovers, covered in sweat and exhausted, suddenly came to their senses, and ducked down far enough that the ranch man would not see them. Casey ran while ducking very low to the ground while Clive crawled on his hands and knees also toward the water. Casey managed to dive in giving enough time to make it look like he had been swimming by the time Mr. Williamson was able to catch a glance of them. Mr. Clive on the other hand had his huge hairy butt in the air, trying to find an easy way to get completely in the water. Even though this scene looked hilarious, Casey was quite terrified.
“Would you Fellers mind telling me what the hell is going on down here?” The man asked, “sounded like a couple of men trying to kill each other.”
“We’re sorry sir, it won’t happen again” Casey said nervously.
Clive interjected, “we are just not used to being in water this cold and we started shouting because of the shock of the sudden change in tempiture.
"Well, ain’t you smart” said Mr. Williamson, “hey, aren’t you that feller that blows stuff up in front of kids? I’ve seen your wagon around before.”
“Oh yes indeed, Mr. Clive is a really famous writer and scientific demonstrator…” cried Casey nervously, as the other two men tried to interject.
“Well if you’re so smart, Mr. firecracker, how come you were screaming and you ain’t in the water yet?” The rancher questioned rudely.
“I was earlier. I had simply sat on the grass for a moment in the sun to warm up before I went for another swim”, said Clive as he slowly made his way back into the water. Mr. Williamson looked at the two piles of clothes in the shade, looking at the grassy area with matted grass also in the shade and scratched the side of his head making his big hat tip back-and-forth a little. Then all three of them were completely oblivious to the fact that the old brown hound dog was urinating on Casey’s pile of clothes.
“Oh for crying out loud!” Yelled the rancher, calling the dog away, “I’m terribly sorry sir, I hope you got a way to wash your clothes or a good change of clothes.”
Clive and Casey began to talk while standing naked in the creek about how Clive’s clothes wouldn’t fit and what they were going to do. When the rancher overheard them talking about Hendersonville, he interjected and said, “hey, we just had a guy come in to the feed shop yesterday from Hendersonville saying some kid was looking for Mr. Clive…”
“So, you really were looking for me”, smiled Clive, his eyes beaming.
“Well old man, looks like you found you” laughed Mr. Williamson, “but now we got to get this boy some clean clothes, I’ll go talk to the Mrs. And see what we can do, I feel mighty bad about my old stupid dog pissin on them nice threads of yours…”
A few hours later, we see Mr. Clive and Casey sitting across the table with Mr. and Mrs. Williamson eating a fire-lit dinner, and listening to Clive talk nonstop about science. The wife had boiled and washed Casey’s clothes and was drying them by the fireplace while he was wearing clothes borrowed by the rancher. They offered them to stay the night in the old guest room connected to the barn, and they settled in for the night. Even though practically nobody in this era was accustomed to a couple of men who were romantically involved, it was often customary for men to often sleep together.
Clive asked them if he could take the iron skillet filled with pork grease out to the barn with them in addition to a half of a loaf of bread for his late night snack. They agreed, and presented them with an oil lamp and a stack of blankets. As the two lovers got ready for bed, it was somehow as if none of their passion had happened. They made small talk, got into bed, and took off their clothes. They both laid on their backs for a while looking up at the ceiling, when Clive decided to take the lamp next to the room into the barn area and dip pieces of bread in the grease to eat. Casey looked out the window seeing the moonlight for a a while, and felt lonely. He wrapped himself in a blanket and went outside of the room and found Clive sitting on a wooden crate and in front of him was a wooden countertop next to a makeshift pegboard covered with tools, whips and harnesses for the cattle.
“You want some company?” Casey whined. “Sure boy” Clive charmingly said,“are you feeling a bit peckish?” They both shared in some bread. Then they shared the blanket because Clive said he was getting a bit cold. Casey was poking his finger in the grease that was starting to harden then they both looked at each other as if they both had the same idea. Clive began to smile and play with the grease too giggling. Then with his other hand he started walking his fingers down the boy’s chest while humming playfully. Then suddenly their lips met, and they began to kiss uncontrollably the passion increasing. Clive began breathing loud and Casey’s greased hand made it’s way between the fat man’s thick legs to find his penis already mostly hard.
Clive then stood up, hung the lit oil lamp on a long peg, then laid the blanket across the dirt floor. With a greasy finger he reached around the slim hairy man’s behind and began to finger him gently while his breathing got a little more heavy. Then, the old man touched his own penis to find that it was completely stiff now and turned the boy around pushing his knees gently forward and guiding him to bend over. Casey placed his hands on a tall wooden chest then he suddenly felt a warm fuzzy feeling of a huge belly hanging over his lower back. Then, he felt some gentle thrusting, feeling the fat man’s pelvis touching his backside. Suddenly and without warning he felt that thick cock suddenly penetrate his greased hole. He gasped, and easily gave in, enjoying the feeling of the heavy, furry body hitting his hard young body.
Then, he heard then felt something strange, and looked behind him to see Clive unwrapping a long horsewhip, it dangling on his back. He gently thrusted the whip on the boy’s shoulder then, unmounting him for a moment, tied the whip around to his other shoulder while holding on to both sides. Then Clive lifted his belly over him again, shoved his greased cock quickly back into him, and holding on to that whip like the reigns of a horse. He pounded his ass harder and harder while he pulled on the leather whip. It wasn’t choking the young man, but there was enough wild sensations that it thrilled him immensely. Clive stopped to catch his breath for a moment while he loosened a bull harness from the pegboard and put it on himself. He positioned it just so it held his enormous belly further up and made his penis stick out even more. Meanwhile, Casey was putting more grease on his penis and arranging the whip more tightly around his upper body.
Then Casey pointed to a nice saddle on a short stand across to where the other stalls were. He said that when Clive was done, that the fat man was going to bend over that saddle while he got mounted next. Clive looked very interested, but at the moment, he was going to treat this slim young man like a ranch animal. Without saying another word, Clive began to breathe between his teeth, grabbing on to the ends of the whip pulling the hairy boy closer to him. They got back into a similar position and Casey reached behind him to make sure Clive was still hard enough. After a few good rubs, the old man was back to it, this time grunting like a boxing match. He stuck his fat hard dick in, then all the way out, then pulling the whip to him, he entered the hole again.
“You want my seed boy?” The old man grunted. “I can’t hear you.”
“I want you so bad mr. Clive!” Casey cried out. Clive, covered with old brown leather straps, dripping with sweat and dimly lit by the flickering of the lamp pounded his ass harder and harder.
“Yeah, it’s coming… Mmmm… Ohhh yeah boy, take that shaft, take it good!” Clive kept exclaiming until he grunted like he was blowing his nose. Warm cum began to enter into the young bottom as Clive felt it get even more moist inside. Then he stuck it in even deeper as he let out the last squirt, followed by a few other deep thrusts but interrupted by sudden gunfire!
“What the hell kind of freaks are you two? Acting like stupid animals! Get the hell off of my goddamn property!” Said the rancher, who apparently had shot his rifle at the ground. “I’m trying to be nice to you all and y'all messing around like crazy horny schoolboys? And getting into my things? Men ain’t supposed to be playin around like that, it ain’t right…” While mr. Williamson was yelling, his wife ran over to see what was going on and he commanded her to get Casey’s clothes. She gasped as she saw the two hairy men, bound in leathers try to hide their hard dicks with the dirty blanket.
They made it into the room where they were going to stay and Clive began to change into his clothes. Giggling and whispering he said, “are they gone? Hurry and get your clothes, and let’s get out of here!” Clive draped his shirt and overcoat over his shoulders tightening his belt as he carried his handbag and shoes. Casey was at the other side of the barn toward the entrance where he threw on his wet clothes that had just gotten thrown in the dirt floor. Meanwhile, Clive was quickly trying to shove the rest of the bread into his coat pocket, blowing out the lamp and making for the door.
Casey was terrified at the gunfire but Clive was still laughing quietly. So, both men, carrying their shoes, found their way to the carriage by the moonlight. Casey ran ahead to deploy the little stairway to the back of the wagon and Clive followed, both tossing their shoes in the back of the wagon. Sitting next to each other, now Casey started to laugh but his mirth was suddenly interrupted by another gunshot, this time right through the canvas top! They signaled the two black Arabian horses and escaped while hearing the angry rancher threaten to shoot them if they were ever to come near that place again.
When they got back to the road, the horses were slowed down to a gentle trot, and they kissed each other playfully and laughed. “Well Casey my new friend. That makes three times in two days that I’ve been interrupted just after climax while having great sex. Good thing your local folk wait until I’m done! Wait, I take that back, yesterday I didn’t know they were watching-”
“Say what?” Casey exclaimed. “You let people watch you doing it? And with another man I suppose?”
Then mr. Clive took time to explain the tavern in the next town, and how he was busy humping the boy from the bookstore when three people unlocked the room and watched him fucking this young man without him even noticing until he was done. “Did you like having sex with him?” Casey asked. Just when mr. Clive began to explain further, he realized he got to talking so much that they were lost. Then he stood up and looked around at the stars. He looked behind him, then around again. It took a while to realize that he was bad at reading the stars and Casey helped him find the North Star making them realize they were more lost than they thought, and heading in a direction at least a day from the next town. They decided to try to sleep in the back of the wagon, but it was too full of heavy crates and supplies for his work that they couldn’t get comfortable. They rode a few hundred feet back to where there was a flat meadow next to the road. Clive lit a tin wind proof lamp and found three blankets, a handgun, and filled a few potato sacks with soiled clothes to use for pillows. Casey hated them, so he wrapped the filled sacks with shirts for comfort.
They pressed down some long grass, tossed out a few rocks and sticks and made a nice little bed for them. They kept their shoes off but their clothes on because it was getting colder. This whole time they hardly said a word to each other, but there was no tension, and somehow the whole day seemed like an adventure, not a disaster. Then just as they laid down together and got comfortable, Clive suddenly began talking, picking up exactly where he left off. “I was so horny, I could have mounted an old hog - it had been way too long for me. I climaxed twice that night, and really enjoyed this boy even though he was smooth like a girl, and had one of those long haircuts like those dumb little blond sailors from Sweden that come into New York and want to charge me way too much just to get my penis sucked. That tavern owner was sure cheap though, charged me half of what he pays his showgirls. Speaking of showgirls, they both wanted to have me mount them!”
“Well sir, you must admit, you are quite good at it, and exciting to be under… And on top of, like this afternoon!”
“That was indeed wonderful. I’ve had some nice men, but you excite me… I don’t know son, maybe it’s that it is your first time…”
“I’ve actually sucked with the neighbor kids, but I lost interest. They are all getting married now and I suppose that’s what I need to do…”
“Hey buddy!” Whispered Clive, “your wiener, is it still greased up?”
“Yes, but I’m enjoying this more right now than any more pleasure you could possibly give me.”
“I’m enjoying this too… In fact, tremendously” Clive smiled and sighed, “You still owe me a good time on a saddle though!”
“We will have to be extra careful if we are going to fool around in mr. Williamson’s barn! After all, if you think about it, we both climaxed twice, so I guess it’s fair.”
As the two lovers lay under the stars, Clive reached over, and draped Casey’s arm over his barrel chest like a blanket. Casey then found a few tears dripping from his own eyes when he felt this warm embrace, but tried to hold back from crying. He felt so much fear and confusion, yet the love he felt between them, was so overwhelming, that’s all he could think about. Casey looked over at Clive to see if he was crying too, and it turned out he started snoring. Casey couldn’t sleep quite yet, and he just looked at this man’s long salt and pepper mustache that was all messy. He looked at his balding and very messy hair - His fat neck and underneath his white shirt that was barely buttoned up and revealing a thick coat of hair. He gently moved his hand down the man’s curved chest and belly, and as he did, Clive snorted then turned over, his back facing him. Casey propped his head up, still admiring this wonderful old man who he knew deep down inside he was terribly in love with. He just didn’t understand why.
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