Several minutes ticked by while Dudley stood, his eyes scrunched up in thought and his mouth working with concentration. Bobby waited, at first patiently, now getting worried that the diamond in the rough farm boy would bolt and leave, terrified by the idea of his hiney getting broached.
At last Dudley spoke softly, gazing with his aqua blue eyes into Bobby's soft brown ones. "I love you Bobby. I never loved before, 'ceptin' that pony I had when I was a youngin' that died from a horse disease, leastways, that's when they tol' me."
Bobby put his arm tightly on Dudley and drew him close. "That's why I want to really show my feelings for you. Now let me explain tennis to you."
He began slowly removing the golden blond boy's overalls, undoing one button at a time. "We are doing to warm up now. There's only one button more and we can get to the real game."
Dudley's knees were weak as his loved one proceeded to unwrap him like a Christmas gift. He felt hands touching his body as the buttons opened and then, like a painting being unveiled, the overalls slid down his strong legs and pooled at his ankles.
Bobby stepped back. He made a choking noise. "I never, ever saw a boy's body that can compare to yours. The outline, the shape, broad shoulders cascading down to trim waist and hips and that backside, each cheek arcs out saucily. You skin is so smooth, like velvet. The gods must have worked a long time on you."
Dud was overwhelmed with the compliments. He told Bobbie that Gramps didn't believe in self love and besides that talk was makin' his testicles spin and his knees weaker'n a sick cat.
Bobby's reaction was to strike while the iron was hot, or the prick was hard and flexing. "Lay down here on the bed, on your back and let me make the first serve."
Numb and dumb with passion, Dudley weaved over to bed and lay down and closed his eyes like he was goin' to have one of those rectal 'zaminations. Bobby had undressed completely and stood looking down at the boy's strong feet. He put his hands under the back of the heels and lifted the muscled legs. He ordered Dudley to hold his legs up. Now the boys pretty pucker was visible, pink, hairless and circled with an area of darker pink.
"Here comes the serve." He compressed his tongue into a little penis and stuck the tip into the boy's hot hole. Immediately Bobby heard his whimpering and the smooth ass cheeks sprang sweat all over. "Oh my,oh, oh." Dudley called.
"Don't be afraid. I promise you that you are going to be one happy agri boy soon."
Dudley knew that could be true. He had pierced Dwight his cousin and he musta lak'd it cause he kept askin' Dud to do it agin' ever time they were together. Dudley usually did it cause it did feel nice to him but mainly cause he laks to be good to others.
"That went right over th net. It was a good serve. Now the volleys can begin." His put the dripping head of his cock just inside of Dudley's pulsing hole. Dudley clamped down without realizing it, but Bobby knew what to do. He reached Dudley's pink nipples that were already pointing a bit and grabbed them firmly between his index finger and thumb and rolled them gently.
Dudley's eyes balls went up into his head and he grunted from surprise and the powerful feeling.
"You like your tits played with, huh?"
"I guess ah do, but ah do feel a little lak a girl, squealing lak I jes did."
Bobbie stroked the boy's cheek possessively. "That's okay, it's just the girl in you coming out for the fucking."
But before Dudley could argue the point, his ass hole had opened up and Bobbie slid his sleek cock in, almost to his dark pubes.
Dudley stared out of his squinty eyes. "Oh Bobbie, I hope you are goin' do this with love and kindness."
"Of course, plough boy and here comes the volley. He bottomed the last two inches and felt his full pubes rubbing against the boy's smooth bottom. He looked to see how this affected Dudley. The farm boy's face was no longer in rictus, it was slowly smoothing out to its habitual handsomeness.
Bobby stared with wonder at the change. "Does it hurt?"
"It did, at first, but now, I'm not sure, it feels kinda good."
Hearing that, Bobby reared back and slammed in. Over and over he "volleyed". He was fast losing his mastery over himself and his awareness of the room narrowed down to just the hot passage his prick was traveling. He looked at the boy's cock, laying on his muscled belly, it was dripping like a faucet.
"You want to shoot your stuff?" Groaned Bobbie. I can hardly hold back. Here let me shag you a bit while we cum together."
He reached out his hand and he grabbed the slippery pre cummed penis and moved back and forth over it. It stiffed harder and the little slit on the head began to open and close like a mouth. His own cock was begging to discharge. Soon his hips lost their power to fuck and it was like pushing through heavy snow.
He decided he couldn't stay like this, that his body was calling for release. He wouldn't use his will power any more. He's let it happen. Then it did happen. He grasped Dudley's prick in a tight hold and felt it pulsing and discharging streams of farm boy milk at the same time as his own city boy cock seemed to pull into itself and pushed forward and coughed sperm in a steady stream, then again and again. He fell over the farm boy's heaving body and lay there.
When they stopped panting, Bobby asked, "Did you think I took advantage of you? I had to be a little bossy. Do you hate me?"
"No, if'n you hadn't takin' control I never would've done it. I'm not sorry, 'specially cause I caint wait to do it to you."
"Whoa horsey. I never been fucked and I don't think I ever will."
"Oh yes," he took Bobby's hand and looked at his palm. "I kin read hands and I see a fuck in yur future."
Bobby shrugged, but looked serious, and thoughtful. "Maybe so."
End of story