+++If you think this is one of those G rated cowboy stories you are s-o-o-o wrong, worse, if you are under 18 you must leave with that impression in your mind. The older folks kin stay awhile and find out the true answers.
Clem Watson and his Gramp ran the family farm. It was hard work for the seventy year old man and his eighteen year old son, what with the milkin' and setting the crops, but they did it by dint of strong resolve.
All that sun and work had turned Clem into a glorious young man. He never dwelt on his own beauty, he was too busy with work, but others saw his cute facial features, thick blond hair and work produced muscles.
Today, as evening came on, Clem and Gramps had a visitor, one who often, and secretly admired the sexy farm boy. It was Sheriff Pinkney. Pinkney had been sheriff for over twenty years, he had grown secure and fat in that position, and to be honest, lazy as well. Most of the work was done by his deputy, a young man from down state, but he left a few weeks earlier for a better job in the county seat.
Sheriff was in the Watson farm house with a mission. But first Gramps exercised his country hosting duties. "Sheriff, we jest got a new jug of whiskey from down the hill from those Wellington boys. It's the best. You want a swally?"
"Now Watson, I could run you in. Buying and drinking moonshine is a federal oh-fence, but seeming as you is being hospital, I might jes tak a small swally."
He took the heavy ceramic jug and gulped a big amount, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort. He rubbed his big bellow in satisfaction. "Damn, that's smooth as a virgin's bottom."
He handed it back to Gramps who matched the quantity of the sheriff's dose.
Clem was standing in the corner smiling, enjoying the fun of having company but his mouth began to water for needing a swallow hisself. He cleared his throat. Gramps looked around at him. "If'n I let you take a small sip, you promise not to fall asleep on the floor lak you did the last time?"
Clem held up his hand, "I promise." He picked up the jug and truth be told, didn't jest sip. He took a manful drink, coughed, teared in his eyes and burped like a grown up. It was a fine sight, especially cause the Sheriff eyed the boy's big arm muscle as he lifted the heavy jug and exposed his golden armpit hair. 'He's a beaut' thought Pinkney. He continued to muse about gettin' that boy's fine ass to fuck.
"Now Sheriff," said Gramp Watson, slurring his words and squinting his eyes, "What's yer purpose of this visit."
"Ah yes," said Watson, shaking his head to clear it from the whiskey and his thoughts of fucking the boy, "You know my deputy done left me and I have a thought 'bout his replacement."
Gramps leaned forward, "Yes, what's yer thoughts?"
"I wuz thinkin' of yer boy here. He could make a fine deputy."
Clem was leaning against the wall. That big drink had hit him hard, especially since he hadn't had supper yet. His beautiful corn flower blue eyes were almost hidden as his heavy blond lashes were at half mast.
Gramps called out loudly, "Boy, you hear what the Sheriff is offerin' you? A real job. We could use that money to hire two workers for the farm."
"Sure Gramps, anything you want is good. I'm a little sleepy, may I jes sit down here and lean on the Sheriff's chair."
Gramps didn't answer, he slumped on the side and was snoring noisily. When Clem was leaning against the Sheriff's chair, the Sheriff patted the boy's head lak a dog. Clem murmured softly, enjoying the caress and his generous sexual organ began expanding in gratitude. Sheriff saw that and his own prick, nestled there below his bellow woke up as well.
"Boy," he whispered hotly. "You got a hankering to suckle the Sheriff's stiff rod now. I sure could use a nice shoot out, if'n you folly me."
Although Clem was a compliant boy, he did have his standards and he was not going to lower them for the lawman's smelly prick. He just pretended to be fast asleep. In fact, in the time that he worked as a deputy, Clem managed to keep the Sheriff's prong away from his puffy pink mouth. He saved it fer folks he felt warm 'bout.
The Sheriff sighed. No luck tonight, but his mission was successful. He left a note that Clem should come to work at 8AM tomorrow.
Now the Sheriff was one of those hateful men who hankered for male sex. He slacked that desire with helpless prisoners or drunks he brought it, but publicly he professed to hate "queers" and "preverts" and seemed to be on a never ending quest to arrest them or close establishments they liked.
He had a mission for the FarmBoy. He figured that when this boy went underground into that Gay Bathhouse, he, with his sexy looks would get the gayboys all het up and be able to arrest them all.
The next day, Clem presented himself at the Sheriff's office. The Sheriff realized that the sweet boy had worn he fresh washed overalls and had combed his unruly blond hair but it had got free and landed as usual over his bright blue eyes. As the Sheriff outlined his first job, he found it hard to look directly at the boy, the boy projected such a strong beam of sexuality.
"Now son, I got your uniform, but you won't need it fer yur first 'signment."
Clem was all ears as the Sheriff told him about this den of iniquity and what Clem had to do. Clem almost saluted the Sheriff. "I will do my best to rout out all evil, Sheriff."
Clem waved goodbye to the sighing sheriff who thought that he'd have trouble going back to work because visions of that honey boy played in his mind.
As to Clem, he set off at a brisk walk heading to the address on the bad side of town. Sure enough, there it was, a small sign over a self-standing building, stating "Baths". He pushed open the door and a flight of stairs was just inside. At the top was a glass panel door painted bright purple that had a stenciled sign, "Cashier". The Sheriff had given him the twenty dollars he figured would get admission for the boy, but as Clem came up to the admission desk and faced the young bearded fellow he found out different. "Yes," the boy drawled, looking at Clem up and down. "Locker or roomette?"
"I don't rightly know, what you suggest?"
"I think, with your looks, you'll need a roomette. I usually charge twenty for that, but in your case, it's on the house."
"Oh my, I'm mighty pleased. Which way?"
"Yes," the guy said, shaking his head to clear it from the impact of the farm boy's appearance. "Here is soap and a towel and the key. It's right through that door. Your roomette is #1, right near me."
Clem thanks the nice fellow and went to the door of the room marked #1 and opened it. Inside was a cot with sagging mattress, a table and hooks to hang clothes. He thought that it was lucky he didn't have to pay for it. It wasn't worth much.
He undressed and looked around for a bathrobe or something to use to go take a bath but there was none. Now the Farm boy was totally innocent of any shame of naked ness. He carried the towel in his hand and spoke to the bearded boy into the other side of the booth that was open. He clerk stared and licked his lips from the effect of the golden body and gorgeous muscles. He took in the fat long penis and the generous ball sac below. "Can I help you?" he said with shakey voice.
"Yessir, do I need a robe to go to the bath?"
"Oh no, you can tie the towel around you, or just carry it like you're doing. Everyone will appreciate that."
Clem wasn't sure that the fellow was helping him, but he decided to walk around and check out this place as an officer of the law. He tossed his towel on his shoulder and began his investigation.
As he walked, he passed many doors of similar roomettes as he had. Most were open and fellas were lounging on them, sometimes on their stomachs with there backsides exposed to everyone who passed. "They sure are friendly and not minding anyone seeing their rumps," he thought. And actually he enjoyed seeing them. Clem was open to men for sexual release since his cousin Bradley had suckled Clem's erect penis one day.
One fellow sat up with shock at seeing Clem and called out to him. "Hey handsome, come in and play."
Clem laughed out loud with pleasure. He loved any kind of playing. He walked in and the fellow waved for him to sit on the bed. The occupier of the room was about thirty. He had fake blond hair, Clem could see that. He was amazed to see that diamond stud earrings adorned each ear. "You are some babe," the limp fellow cooed.
"Why thank you friend. I don't pay 'tension to my look. Gramps said it is not proper. We have no mirrors on the farm."
"My name is Miss Swan," he fellow said, winking his eyes. "Would you like to play with me?"
Clem laughed. "I guess you're funning me. You're a boy, leastwise you look lak a boy, but you talk lak a girl."
He hardly had time to finish he speech when Miss Swan put her head in Clem's lap and began blowing hot air on Clem's sexual organ. He took the fake blond hair and held it away. "Miss Swan, I ain't got nothin' 'gainst that sort of thing, but I jes got here and have to do things first."
Miss Swan looked disappointed as Clem left. He began following the signs to the steam room, wondering exactly what that was.
There it was. The sign said so. There was a glass door but naturally it was all steamed up and he couldn't see inside. 'I guess,' he thought, 'I better hang my towel out here so's it won't git wet.'
He did so and pulled the door open. Steam from inside rushed at him. "Lordy, it's like hell on Earth here. I guess those bodies I see 'crost the room are sinners. Hello sinners." he called, thinking himself real funny.
"Get lost kid. Close the door. "Who asked him in here?" Those were the remarks that were hurled at him. Farm Boy laughed cheerfully.
"You ghosts over there. I know you all don't mean it, but it sure is a strange place."
As a bit of the steam escaped out of the door when he entered, the five men in there could see him clearly. His blond hair shone from the overhead fixture that he was standing under and his wet body showed off his fine muscles. No one failed to notice the fine cock and balls exposed.
Now he began to see clearer, the others had towels. "Oh my, I guess I should've kept my towel. Is it okay that I am nakid?"
There was an enthusiastic chorus of "You look fine." and "Stay that way hot boi."
He laughed because the place seemed real friendly now. He hoisted his shapely backside up on the highest tile level, and held out his hand to each fellow on each side of him. "Name's Clem. I'm a farmer."
The man on his right was very tall and slim with a bushy moustache. Clem loved to see moustaches. They made him feel real sexed up. The fellow on his left was a foreign fellow. Clem admired, to himself, the sleek tan body. The fellow had a soft accent. "I am called Juan," he drawled with his full lips and winked one dark eye. Clem was happy to be between two such fine looking fellows and he sighed contentedly as the steam did its magic of relaxing him.
Suddenly he felt a steam-warmed hand rub over his chest, it came from the man on his right.. Clem knew about his nipples. His cousin showed him how they could git an 'rection and feel real good. This man was an expert and in a few minutes of flicking Clem's nipples, he was breathing hard. The man put his mouth near Clem's ear, inadvertently tickling the already aroused boy. "You like that, don't you boi?" he whispered.
Clem was not a whisperer. He said, right out loud and everyone turned around, "I shore lak my nubbins played with. Thank you sir."
The guy pulled his hand away and tried to look innocent, but before Clem could get himself back to just relaxing, another bolder hand came his way from the tan boy on the left. That hand picked up his sexual organ from its position lying in the hollow at the top of his sac. In a moment, his penis launched itself and rose up to a saucy angle.
"Caliente, no?"
Clem moaned slightly and the tan boy took it as an affirmative. Now moustache felt that he could proceed. Soon he was pinching and rubbing the boy until he was gettin' dizzy, while the tan boy was lovingly moving his hand up and down the slippery wet penis with enthusiasm
The other three boys in the room became very interested. A curly haired young kid with nice full red lips, placed his lips against the farm boy's full ones and kissed him enthusiastically. The other two kids in the room began a hard fuck because they were so stimulated by what was going on.
Clem freed himself from all the attention. He knew he was on duty and he'd have to stay focused on the job. He heard the groans of disappointment as he waved goodbye and left the steam room.
He wondered where else to investigate when he saw another sign with an arrow, 'cept it was really a penis pointing the way. It said, "Orgy Room." He couldn't imagine what that was, but he thought he better look it over.
End of Chapter