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It was against my better judgment coming back to Peru, Indiana for our Class reunion, but we were here. The dance music droned on as a group of us sat at the table, talking about the “The Old Days” when we all led that enchanted life of high school students. It was strange how each one of them remembered there being the most popular person in school. Well if that’s how they wanted it, who was I to burst that bubble of illusion for them. Mary, my twin sister, and I had flown back to Peru together for our 20th high school reunion and it gave a chance to catch up on all our gossip. She had been so much of my life then, we had the same classes, and the same friends and went to mostly the same parties. For a while I thought she would marry Billy, my best friend. Billy, whose nickname was Bull, was really in rare form tonight. Bull had had stayed on their farm next to ours and was still farming his land after his father passed away. Mary and I had long left for the big city life and after we lost our parents, Mary and I had become absentee landlords. Neither of us had the least desire to become farmers. In fact, Billy, or Bull, had approached us lease our land to him. We made this arrangement with the Peru National Bank to handle collecting the rents for us. Both Mary and I thought it was a most agreeable arrangement and that the extra income was most welcome for our new lifestyles. Billy seemed to be leading the conversation at the table. He wanted to know why we never came back to stay on our farm. Mary was quick to respond that she hated the farm and would never live on it again. She had a wonderful life and was living with a wonderful man. Billy put the same question to me, and blushing, I said I’d never found anyone that was my type who wanted to live on a farm. With a laugh, Mary piped up saying, "What Mark means is has never found a boy that turned him on. My brother’s a queer, you know and they like living in the big bad city.” With that little bombshell the table fell silent, until Bull jumped up and asked Mary to dance. The rest of us just sat there engaging in all the dumb conversation that everyone has at their 20th reunion. We all played that game of telling each other how young they looked, that they’d never changed a day and expressing shock about who had died or divorced. It was a relief when that long, boring evening finally began coming to an end. My only bright spot was seeing several of the boys I knew that were now obviously fagots. They had even brought their lovers to the reunion. I made a point of talking with the “boys”. Mary and I swore this was going to be the last class reunion we would ever attend, after the 20th it could only get more depressing. We were relieved we were on that morning flight home. We had long since rented the farmhouse, as well as approving the bank leasing the land to Bull, and with the income we had little reason to come back to town. Billy hurried back to the table when he saw us getting ready to leave and asked if it would be possible for us to stay over a couple of days. He had wanted to go over the land leasing agreements for the coming year. Mary insisted she had to leave, but Bull turned to me suggesting I stay with him while we went over the lease arrangements and contracts. Since it had to be done soon and I didn't have any pressing need to get right home right away, I agreed. Bull suggested he pick me up in the morning at my hotel at nine o’clock after I’d taken Mary to the airport. With that settled Mary and I headed back to our hotel. My Mary is a great sis, and even though we are twins, we have a different outlook on life. She has always been full of life wanting no ties saying she was a free spirit. To coin a phrase she is really is one ‘butch bitch’. I, on the other hand, crave security and commitment. That evening I was telling her I was beginning to be sorry I ever leased the farm. Sometimes I wished I still worked the land. Especially when I saw how wonderful Billy looked. Mary just giggled saying I just wasn’t the farmer type, that would last for a few months an I would be straining to get back to my computer design company, and I certainly couldn’t do both at the same time. I knew she was right of course. Still I kept thinking of Bull. He was such a beautiful, virile looking man. Dark curly hair, a strong build and wonderful big callused hands from working the soil. He truly lived up to his nickname of "Bull". I remembered back to on how the three of us were inseparable in school. Bull was always with Mary and I and I always thought that eventually he and Mary would get hitched. Everyone was surprised that they never really hit it off. I will say the years had been kind to both of us. Mary still looked beautiful for a woman of 37, and she was even thinking of marriage with her current live-in boyfriend. I guess that her biological clock ticking down was finally starting to motivate her to have kids. I however, had my own design business and lived in a nice high-rise condo just off Lakeshore Drive in Chicago. I did most of my Design work on line. It was great, but even in a city the size of Chicago, I was lonely. My life had been wonderful those first few years that I was growing my business. I’d meet exciting men and I never had a problem finding someone for a good roll in the hay. It was truly a wild, gay life. Not only that, the bars along Rush Street were a cruising dream. Chicago had everything a gay guy could want. It was a dreamland for years, until the AIDS thing happened. Like so many of us, I watched many of my friends become sick and die. We all became afraid of going to the baths, and eventually we were afraid of each other. Gay life was no longer very gay. I had tried all the alternated things they suggested, but disgusted with just going to ‘jack off parties’ I stayed at my computer, putting all my frustrations into my work. If nothing else the drive and extra time paid off for me. I had become one hot designer, albeit one damn frustrated queer. Just when I would meet someone I thought I could learn to love, they were off to another romance with someone younger. I was beginning to feel like an old ‘auntie’. What I wanted now most if life was to find someone safe, someone faithful for me to love. I think the only reason I came to this reunion was to get my life back in perspective. It has been good seeing the old town and my old classmates. It's was like a grounding for me. Staying at Billy's for a week might be all I needed to get my life back in perspective. I had been toying with the idea of moving my business back to the old farm. Now staying at Billy’s I would have more time to think about it. Getting up early to take Mary to the airport, I was glad to have the chance to tell her about my plans. Shrugging her shoulders, she said I was acting just like a dumb farmer but telling me if I wanted to take the farm over, I could buy her out. Then giving me a hug she also reminded me that I would never find someone out here in the boonies, but told me to do whatever made me happy. She boarded the plane and this time I really felt alone. Gong back to my hotel, I had to hurry and pack. I was rather looking forward to staying on a farm again in a strange sort of way. No sooner had I finished packing, than the desk rang up to let me know I had a visitor in the lobby. I told them I was on my way. As the elevator doors opened, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There stood Bull, washed, brushed and shinny in the tightest T-shirt and coveralls I’d ever seen. If he’d taken off his shirt he would have looked like something out of a stripper magazine. For a farmer, he was really a gorgeous man. As I approached him he reached out and took my luggage saying I’d better carry the computer in the cab. As he turned to slip through the revolving doors, I was fascinated by how tight his coveralls were. I had the strange gut feeling he was cruising me as I watched that delicious butt of his pump out to his old Chevy truck. Hurrying out behind him, I found myself wanting to get another good look at that basket of his. He moved like a dancer, his hard firm body a mass of rippling muscles as I watched his heavily muscled body move in wide sweeping arcs as he swung the luggage into the truck bed. And that crotch! It was something to die for. His truck was rusted and ugly standing parked next to all those beautiful new cars, but it seemed to make a wonderful statement. This man didn’t give a shit what other people thought. Wincing from the hot metal of the door, I quickly opened it and slipped onto the hot vinyl seat. As we settled down in the cab and I stowed my computer in back of the seat, Bull chuckled saying, “Vinyl always gives you a thrill like a lover--you get a hot ass in the summer and frozen balls in the winter.” I started to feel better as we pulled out of the city and began speeding through the countryside. With the air coming in the window and vents it was fresh and beautiful. Before long he slowed his old Chevy to let me check out my old homestead. Looking at it, I felt a pang of remembrance of all the wonderful years we had lived there. That’s when I mentioned to Bull that I had been thinking of moving my Computer Design business back to Peru. He pulled back onto the road and we continued down to the next farm and he turned into the drive. The place was impeccable. He kept a fine house, well maintained and nicely painted. Grabbing my luggage, he pushed into the kitchen and on through to a room in back of the house. Dumping the suitcases he began his apologize saying he’d closed off the rest of the house for heating and cooling reasons. Then bashfully he said he’d hoped I didn’t mind sleeping with him for the week. Now I was sure he was on the make, but I wasn’t going to be his one night stand. Changing the subject, Bull offered me a change of outfits and asked if I would give him a hand with some of the chores. Thinking some good hard work would be a great change from the computer, I agreed and began stripping. He had known me all my life and it just seemed natural to strip in front of him, just like in the old days in gym class. Rummaging through an old antique chest, he came out with another pair of coveralls and an old denim shirt even found a pair of his old boots that fit me reasonably well. He stood there watching as I stripped and I enjoyed teasing him. I was still in pretty good shape. As I started to dress, he said I would need a jock because we would be doing some heavy lifting. He reached in a drawer and pulled out on of his old jocks. I took one look and said it might be a little big for me. Slipping my skivvies off, he whistled saying I had a damn cute ass. I curtsied with a smile and said, "All the boys say that." He began blushing and hurried from the room. He had to be the biggest most macho fairy princess I’d ever seen. The work was hard and heavy. He was reworking the old fieldstone retaining wall around the barn. As we worked together and the sun rose higher we peeled off our shirts and laughing I said I might as well drop the jock, it was so big my cock was swimming in it. Around noon he began pulling sandwiches and a bottle of wine out of a little hamper he’d carried down from the house. Like an excited little boy-playing house, Bull began spreading a cloth and setting our sandwiches and wineglasses out. Sitting back for a moment, I just watched that beautiful man with his strong muscular arms puttering around like a perfect lady laying lunch for her lover. It was a hard adjustment to make after seeing him flexing and straining those powerful arms as he worked with the stones. I could feel my lust for him growing. It was going to be a rough week working around that stud. We worked until dusk and finally he wanted to call it a day. I was long ready to quit, I had become stiff and sore everywhere. As we walked back to the house, he suggested we shower in the barn before going in. He even suggested a good cold soak in his tub. Surprised, I asked what tub, and he began telling me how he was building himself a little spa out of an old wooden trough in the barn. He’d already put in the hot showers and dressing platform and now the last thing he finished was a tub filled with fresh spring water to rinse and soak in. He’d gotten the idea from reading about the Finn’s taking a sauna and then throwing themselves into the snow to cleanse their bodies. As he pulled open the doors, he revealed a delightful setting, almost like something from a movie. He’d set up an old trough and lined it with copper and rigged an inlet for natural spring water to come in and fill it. The water than rippled across the surface of this delightful indoor pond and emptied into a little stream that meandered back out to a small creek. He had arranged a series of platforms in levels in the center of the barn. To make it even more unreal as dim light coming through the clear story windows created eerie dream-like lighting. Motioning me to follow him, we stepped onto the first platform with the hooks for our clothes and began stripping. That’s when I got my first shock. Standing there naked, he was one of the most beautifully shaped men I’d ever seen. The years of working his farm had given him the perfect body. As he turned toward me and the light played on his body, I couldn’t help but gasp as my eyes traveled down to his cock. It seemed to dominate his very presence. Chuckling, he said, “Just wait until you see me hard.” I secretly wondered if I could stay soft with that beautiful piece of meat running around. But, then again, the only thing one could do with a cock that size was to admire it. I thought he would be just too damn big to ever fuck anyone. That was my first big mistake. He led me to the second higher platform and turned on several faucets and we were covered in hot water. As the steam rose up from our platform, it was heavenly and as the water and steam swirled around us I began soaping my body. I felt his arms around me and thinking he was going to soap my back I just stood there. Then as his hands covered my body dropping to my ass and cock. I was shocked. I backed away, suddenly tripping and falling to the slippery wooden deck. Following me down, he was groping me all the way down. I began to struggle and pull away. Bull pulled away from me then saying if I really wasn’t interested in him that was okay, but he just thought we could make it together. He stood and began to shower, leaving me lying on my ass. I felt strange refusing this beautiful man but he scared me. It had been so long since I’d had a man and I’d never taken any cock that big up my ass. I felt sure that I wasn’t about to start with anything that big for a damn long time. I only wished I could make him understand I wasn’t going to be his one night stand. We washed up and stepped down into that tub of ice cold spring water. That seemed to take care of all the sexual excitement for a while. I wanted to get us back talking, so I asked him how and when he had gone gay and started screwing men. There he sat, naked and having just made a pass at me, he was blushing like a little kid. Slowly and with a sly smile breaking on his face, he told me he had always been gay. That’s why he hung around with Mary and me. As long as Mary was there, no one would ever suspect him of having a crush on me. Now it was my turn to blush. I asked him when he got his first piece of ass from a man. He said he started hanging out with some of the regular guys in college, and they were getting mixed up with this Rohypnol stuff, the date rape drug. They would go to a bar and sit around looking for a girl that looked like she would put out and when they found one would start buying her drinks. The usual scenario was that they had to leave early and would she like a lift home. If she said yes they would have one for the road. One of the guys would go to the bar and pick up a couple of beers and drop 2ml of Ruffies into her drink. By the time they got her to the car she was willing to do anything. Then driving somewhere out in the country, they would have their gangbang and then take the girl home. Helping them into the house they always told them they had gotten sick and passed out. It was that simple, they got all the ass they wanted. All it took was a few drops of Ruffies in their drink Bull said he found out where to get Ruffies and how to use the stuff and he was in business. None of the guys ever suspected one of their own fraternity brothers would use Ruffies on them. Everyone thought of good old Bull as a ladies man and that the drug was just for girls. Boy was that a mistake on their part. He said he would sit around the clubroom drinking with the boys. Then when a good-looking kid seemed to have had enough he would offer to help the guy to his room. It was always late by then and he would suggest a bit of the hair of the dog. That’s when he would slip him some Ruffies and in ten minutes the guy would pass out and Bull had a willing piece of ass. The guys never knew what hit them and the stuff worked great. The guys would pump, twist and really get into being screwed almost naturally. He knew he had a good fuck for the whole night and he screwed the shit out of him. By morning he was long gone and they remembered nothing. He was getting all the free ass he wanted and he got a kick out of the epidemic of sore assholes the fraternity had that year. Then you know about the Aids thing. It began to spread even on campus and he got scared, just like I was afraid to fuck around after that stuff started to spread. After graduation he decided to come back to Peru and the farm. He started to restore the buildings and till the land. Now that the farm was almost complete, he wanted to find someone to share it with. That night I half expected him to drug me after telling me about his escapades in college. In fact, I think I really hoped he would. He was so sweet, so genuine, as well as being a beautiful piece of meat. I tossed and turned all night thinking of that hot stud and when morning finally did arrive I was up at dawn and ready to get dressed. When I got up, he stirred and we both were standing there naked. He said we might as well wear the same old sweaty clothes because we would be soaked with sweat ten minutes after we went to work on the wall. He never mentioned anything about our experience in the shower again. I was afraid something between us was lost and I kept trying to warm him up. Finally, we stopped for a little lunch he’d brought out with us. Today Bull had fixed simple sandwiches of peanut butter and cream cheese, and as we sipped the cool red wine, I was convinced he was going to drug and rape me in the grass. Fueled by that little fantasy, I began feeling a little drowsy and lying back in the grass. I hoped I would remember being raped by that stallion. I really wanted him now. When I awoke, it was with a start. I saw he was back to work and I had just drifted off to sleep from too much heat and wine. I felt like a fool. Just like yesterday, we finished up hot, tired and late. We again went to the barn where he was up in the shower turning on the hot water and beginning to lather up. Yesterday seemed to be a forgotten event and as I joined him under the hot steaming water it was heavenly. Suddenly, I felt his arms around me again and this time he warned me not to fight him. I knew from experience that struggling with him would only make it worse. I tried to relax and let him push me to the floor. Rolling me over on my back, he began slathering my ass with soap. I just prayed he wouldn’t kill me with that piece of meat. I could feel his finger in my ass and I was dreading the next thrust. Then I felt more of his fingers begin to enter my ass. I begged him to let me go, but he just told me to be a good boy because he was really going to open me up so he could get a real fine fuck. I felt this sharp pain in my ass and I fainted. Bull was still holding my legs up with his one hand as I began to revive and I could feel his other hand embedded in my ass. Giggling, he said this is what they call fisting, telling me he had read all about it and how to stretch an ass out to take a giant cock. Then he said, “By the time I’m done with you, your ass will belong to me. I’m going to make your ass fit my cock like a glove and we're going to have one hell of a good time.” Pushing my legs even further apart, he began working that massive arm into my body and I was going numb. He was pumping and twisting and pushing, stopping every little bit and my body seemed to begin to accept him as well as welcome him. When he was in as far as he could go he began pumping my ass with his arm, still turning and twisting, saying it was just like the vet did when they stretched a cow for birthing. As I lay there with him embedded deep in my body, I suddenly felt his hot lips begin to nibble on my cock. Then he slid down my shaft and began sucking like a madman. The faster he sucked, the more he pumped my ass. I’d never been so hot. As my mind accepted his sex act, my body began to crave him more. Then I could feel him begin to slowly withdraw his arm and I lay there not knowing how or what to do. Delirious with lust and passion, I somehow still wanted him inside me. It was then that I felt him enter me once again, but this time with that huge hard cock. I had been stretched so big and desensitized to the point that I began to cry and beg him for more. After his arm had been up my ass for so long, my body had a slow time adjusting to the smaller shape of his cock and I pleaded with him to fuck me, promising him anything. He pumped and bucked and screwed like a sex-starved teenager. After satisfying his wild cravings, but still hard and embedded up my ass, he pulled us into the tub of cold spring water and we sank clutching each other. As I began to revive in the water I could feel him beginning to swell even harder in my ass and reaching for me again he put his hand around my chest and began to pump me on his lap and this time I desperately wanted him. Laughing and bouncing me on his tool he began to kiss me. I felt like a bride on my honeymoon He had been the one man that I thought would never make love to a man, and here we were, him screwing the shit out of me. This was going to be one hell of a week. We played in that tub for hours and I even tried to suck that rod off. He was just too much and as I slid down as far as I could go he said that in time he would have me broken in right. Startled, I said I wasn’t going to be his whore. Laughing, he rolled over and said, “All right, let me be yours” and we were off again on a whole new trip. Finally exhausted, we lay in that cold water and soon I began to shiver from the cold. I started to crawl out of the tub, but he came racing over and was at my ass again, saying I was going to get it again. He was relentless and as I lay bent over the side of the tub, I could feel his fingers going for my ass. This time it was a little easier, but as he began to work his fist further up into my body I began crying for him to stop. This really excited him and he began pumping me with his strong firm arm and as he slid in and out faster and faster my body began to respond to the violent stimulation and I became so excited I began to beg for more. I was loosing it! I was responding to his mad sexual carving and wanting more. I had never been so abused and here I was begging for more. I realized I had surrendered my body to him completely and he wasn’t about to give it up. Our wild sexual affair went on all week and I began to crave him. By Saturday morning, my week of relaxing had turned into a fuck festival. My tickets lay on the dresser, expired, and I lay there in his arms, not wanting anything else but him in my body. I was now sexually obsessed with Bull. As we lay there he began stirring and in a sleepy voice he said he wanted another round at my ass before he got up. Then he said I was still too damn tight, and before I could even move, his hand was working its way into my body. Spreading my legs even wider in hot anticipation he was getting a good action going. When I began pumping his arm with my body he again began working my meat. Feeling wild cravings and lust for his abuse I muttered I loved him. I was out of my mind with wild hot passion and as he worked my body. I knew I belonged to him now. We fucked and sucked and rolled back and forth in these crazy sixty-nine positions as I drove my cock deep into his face and he worked me right down to my balls. Laughing, he said it was just a matter of time until he would be able to force his cock down my throat and I hungrily wanted him to do it. I belonged to this man. By Monday when I staggered out of bed, I could barely walk. Jumping up, he said he’d promised my ass would fit him like a glove and now it was his. Giving him a smile I said no one would ever be able to fill my ass again like he did. Taking me by the hand he led me to the barn where we soaked in that cold water and let our exhausted bodies recover. As he lay there, that giant tool floating up and tempting me, he asked if I would stay with him as his lover. Rolling over on him and pulling myself up to my feet, I slipped my cock into his mouth and began to pump. Without a whimper, that hot mouth of his began to suck and play with me and I told him it would be damn shame to break up a matched set. After all, he did promise to be my whore, and with that, I buried my meat in his face and filled him with my love.