Ted couldn't believe his new assignment.
Population 8,700, in the sticks, with the sound of banjo music faintly playing in the background. What the hell would a terrorist be doing in this area?
That's right. Some drug connection, or gensing, or...it just seemed so pointless. Why would a Navy Seal need to be doing undercover work in po-dunkville?
Oh, that's right. He'd mouthed off one too many times.
He walked into the rental house. Plain. Dull. Bordering on small. Furnished.
An hour later, Ted had his sheets on the bed, his plates in the cupboard, and some other stuff placed. He'd venture out in a bit and find the farm he was to investigate as a nature photographer.
Unfortunately, he didn't have good directions, and by nightfall he'd returned to the house disappointed.
He checked out the local bars. Skanks. He thought he'd get lucky with the one who spoke a few 2-syllable words, until he caught her in the light and saw too many missing teeth.
"Barkeep, what is the deal around here?" Ted asked the bartender at close.
"New in town?" the bartender Ben asked.
"Yeah, I'm living over on Clover Street. I went out today to shoot some nature shots, but I can't find anything," Ted said. "But it's the women. They're gross."
"Pretty slim pickings, if you're choosey. Most guys round these parts aren't," Ben replied.
"You're kidding? Wow. So, what do people do around here for fun?" Ted inquired.
"Sex, usually. Go out to a creek and get plowed, um, drunk; well, then plowed, too," Ben chuckled. "Drink and go to church. Amen."
Ted took a second look at Ben. The guy couldn't have been more than 25, dark haired, about 6', average build. Ted was in great shape as a Navy Seal, standing 6'3" tall, a slightly bulky swimmers build. He shaved almost every where since he was a swimmer, something he'd considered pursuing professionally, but he'd decided to serve his country. He kept his dark brown hair at just regulation. He noticed Ben's hair wasn't regulation; locks of it hung into his eyes.
Ted noticed "regulation" on others all the time.
"Sex, drinking and church. What a combination," Ted observed.
"You're telling me. Nothing like serving a minister drinks and watching him go home with any of the town sluts, then knowing he's delivering a sermon in the morning," Ben said.
"Really? I guess I expected that stereotypical small town life," Ted sighed, standing to leave.
"Well, compared to what? As far as I know, this has always been small town life. Just different kinds of sins from the city," Ben teased.
"I guess it's just different degrees," Ted said. "I'm heading home."
"If I can be of any help, you know where to find me," Ben said.
Ted got better directions and started his stake out of terror. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. The farmer seemed like a farmer. So did his wife. So did his daughter. So did his son.
Weeks passed into months. Ted worked with the local sheriff, and reported weekly to his superior, but there was nothing going on. His photography skills were improving, and he'd started working part-time with a local professional photographer, Dave.
Ted was driving out to a farm for a photography assignment. A local farmer had wanted to get some pictures taken for his wife for Valentine's Day, and had actually planned early. He wanted pictures taken with fall foliage all around. Harvest had just wrapped up. Ted had met a lot of the natives.
They weren't all toothless and banjo-picking; in fact, barely any of them were.
Howard Clurk actually had a masters in political science, and had been the mayor before moving out of town. The 40-something farmer was in great shape, and the pictures Ted had seen revealed a beautiful wife, too.
"Hi, Howard. How's it going?" Ted greeted the former mayor. They'd met a few days before at the studio.
"Hey, Ted! It's great. We just got the bins filled with corn, and everyone's gone for the day," Howard said. "Jillian's gone to the city to do some shopping."
"Great! So where were you wanting the pictures taken?" Ted asked.
"There's a meadow in the back 40 with this great oak tree. We can load your equipment in the truck and head out," Howard said.
The pair loaded Ted's photography equipment in Howard's truck and head out. Howard stood at just 6', light brown hair, dark features, and what appeared to be a great build.
Ted and Howard had discussed the shoot in depth a few days ago, so Ted figured the shoot wouldn't last more than an hour. Howard had a couple of sets of clothes he'd wear for the pictures, and he'd assured Ted the spot would be perfect for light.
Howard was right.
Howard popped the cowboy hat on and Ted started taking pictures. Howard was decked out in full cowboy gear, and even had a horse waiting in the meadow. After the cowboy gear shoot was done, Howard hit the horse on the rear and it headed home.
Howard started changing clothes as Ted loaded the camera with more film. Ted figured the farmer could be a model if he wanted. When he peeled his shirt off, Howard's chest showed the definition of a working man, natural muscles. Ted turned to pick up a lens from the back of the truck bed. When he turned back, Howard was naked.
"Um, Mr. Clurk, what's going on?" Ted asked, frozen in place.
"I want some nude shots to give my wife. You guys have in-studio developing, right?" Howard inquired, leaning against the oak tree, tipping his cowboy hat down across his eyes.
Ted was grateful. He knew he was staring. Hell, anyone would. Howard was hung. At least a foot of dick was hanging between the farmer's hairy, marbled legs, two tree trunks, joined by a third.
"Uh, yes, we have in-studio developing," Ted spoke, kind of slowly.
"I know we didn't discuss that, and I'd like you to handle everything, understand?" Howard stated, pushing the hat brim up, and making eye contact with Ted.
"I don't think that will be a problem, Howard," Ted said. "We can shoot this on a separate roll of film. Dave won't even know about it."
"Ted, my face is up here," Howard joked.
Ted blushed. He was staring. He couldn't help it. He'd never seen any guy's dick that hung.
"Don't be embarrassed. Everyone stares. Well, everyone that's seen it," Howard boasted. "Jillian almost wouldn't marry me. She didn't want to have sex before marriage, but I insisted she at least see it.
"She did think about it, but we got married. She loves it. Most do."
"Most?"
Howard paused. He'd said just a bit too much.
"Well, I do like sex. And she's not here all the time," Howard shuffled his feet. "Shit, Ted, I'd appreciate if you'd be discrete about that."
"Ben told me sex was the pastime around these parts," Ted chuckled, lifting the camera to start shooting.
"Bartender Ben?" Howard asked. "He's pretty good."
Ted took a trial shot, then directed Howard into a pose.
"Yeah, Ben's an all-right guy," Ted said. "He helped me arrange my house when the landlord replaced my furniture. He's shown me around the area."
"Gives a great blow job, too," Howard said, standing with his legs apart, in a sort of parade rest, a pose that showed off his dangling member.
"Huh?" Ted was taken off guard.
"Crap."
Ted clicked a picture in the awkward silence.
Ted was a little uneasy. He didn't have an opinion of gays. He certainly hadn't planned on dealing with that here.
"I'm not meaning to put you off," Howard said. "Why don't you come back tomorrow and we'll finish this?"
"No. I just wasn't expecting to discuss your...sexual life, Howard," Ted blushed. "Most people, I just take their pictures."
"As long as your okay with it, then let's get these pictures done," Howard encouraged. He leaned against the tree.
For the next few minutes, Howard struck poses, Ted suggested adjustments and pictures were taken. Howard planned to create a portfolio for Jillian. "What a Valentine's Day gift!" Ted thought.
Howard laid a quilt by the tree trunk and sat down, his back against it.
He started stroking his cock.
"Howard?" Ted said.
"I want some pictures of me at attention, Ted," the farmer said, continuing to jack his dick. "Wait `til I get harder."
Ted was entranced, watching the farmer stroke his cock. Howard's tree-trunk legs were splayed, their hairy legs forming a focal point for Ted. Ted followed those legs to the point between them, but found himself wondering more about Howard's pucker than his pecker.
"Like what you see?" Howard asked, letting a pre-cum coated finger wander below his balls.
"I've just never really looked," Ted stammered, and blushed. He wasn't grossed out, but he was embarrassed to not be embarrassed.
"You like eatin' pussy, Ted?" Howard asked, scooting forward so his hole was more visible. "I like natural pussy."
"I like pussy, natural or manicured," Ted bragged.
"Mine's natural," Howard purred, using his fingers to part the hairs, revealing his puckered pussy. Ted was mesmerized, and without realizing it, had inched closer and closer to Howard's crotch while Howard had scooting toward Ted, Howard finally resting on his back, his legs pulled back.
"Go ahead and have a taste of my pussy," Howard whispered.
Ted leaned in just a bit and took a tentative lap of Howard's pucker, then another, and another.
"Yeah, eat my pussy, Ted. Tongue guck my pussy; work that mouth muscle in that twat," Howard encouraged. He was careful to call it a pussy. He'd seduced many men by making sure the men thought of everything in female terms.
"Fuck, that feels good, Ted. Eat it," Howard moaned, continuing to stroke his dick.
Ted took some initiative, Howard's legs resting on his shoulders; Ted pushed Howard back a bit, rolling the farmer on his shoulder blades. Howard used the position to guide Ted's hands to Howard's firm pecs.
"Play with my titties while you eat my pussy, stud," Howard drawled. Ted hadn't even noticed Howard had let his hairy nuts rest on Ted's forehead. He was busy diving into the tight hole, trying to pry it open with his tongue, and partially succeeding. Howard nudged the hand from his right tit. "Work a finger in there."
Ted's middle finger on his left hand was soon two knuckles deep into Howard, who was gentling, but firmly, guiding Ted upward to Howard's lonely right nipple. "Suck."
Ted did, like sucking on a woman's boob; Howard's was much firmer, more muscle. Howard loved it, being fingered and tit sucked. Ted was a handsome man, in his late twenties or early thirties, a great body. Howard was curious to see how great a body.
At present, Ted was still fully clothed, and Howard was butt naked.
A hand guided Ted's chin upward, close to Howard's face. The two kissed, a wet, sloppy, passionate kiss, full of sexual tension. Ted was fingering Howard's shit hole, tweaking a nipple and kissing the farmer.
Ted broke the kiss, pulling back, but only a few inches.
"Wanna fuck my pussy, Ted?" Howard challenged.
"Yeah," Ted growled.
"Sweet!" Howard propelled Ted onto his back. "Let me get yer dick ready."
Before Ted knew what was happening, Howard had Ted stripped, his shirt completely off and his jeans down around his ankles. Howard had backed Ted up against the oak tree, and was licking Ted's hot abs.
Ted's 8-inch dick was at attention, straining for the wet warmth of Howard's oral cavern. Ted appreciated Howard's active role, not laying there like most women he picked up. Howard wrapped a piece of lasso around Ted's left wrist. Howard had used the lasso as a prop earlier to tie his own privates.
When Ted moved his right hand to the back of Howard's head, Howard guided the hand back to the tree. "Let me prep you, Ted. I know what I'm doing," Howard assured, looping the lasso around Ted's right wrist.
Howard leaned back from Ted's crotch, resting on his knees, and gave the lasso a tug, pulling Ted's arms back around the tree.
"Nice."
"Howard, what are you doing?"
"No offense, Ted, but first-timers can be awkward."
Howard spit on Ted's cock a few times, then squatted over the Navy Seals dick, then stood.
Howard reached down and removed Ted's shoes, socks and jeans, then noticed the dog tags around Ted's neck.
"You're a damn fine man," Howard complimented. "I like my men hot."
He gently removed the dog tags from Ted's neck, and in a deft move, wrapped Ted's privates in a double cock-ring fashion. He spit on Ted's cock some more.
"I love military dick," Howard said, squatting again over the now-naked Military man. Howard held Ted's cock so Howard's ass crack could grind over the tip, his crack hairs petting the crown, milking precum from the stiff staff of the Seal.
Ted was tied, but panting, anxious for the offered pussy.
"When's the last time you got some pussy, Ted?" Howard asked, nestling his shitter on Ted's cock.
"Not since I got here. Get that pussy on my cock, Howard," Ted demanded.
Howard sat, impaling himself on the Navy Seal's rod. Ted's face realized what he was doing just as Howard descended. When Ted said "Howard", his brain realized he was having sex with a man, having eaten his shitter, sucked his pecks, and fingered Howard's ass. Howard knew it, and got on that cock before Ted could react.
Tight, damn tight! Ted's mind popped. He'd never had his dick in anything that great, so smooth, warm, tight, working his cock, no chick had ever ridden his dick like that. Ted wanted to reach forward and play with Howard's tits, but the lasso held his hands back.
Ted suddenly saw Howard pumping his ass up and down Ted's cock. His cock was up a man's ass. And it felt good. Maybe better than pussy, but Howard kept saying it was pussy. Ted's hips reflexively rose, shoving the military mast deeper into Howard's hole.
"Yeah, fuck my pussy, stud. Pound that hole," Howard begged, pushing down, tracing his fingers over Ted's sweat-glistening abs and chest, diverting the salty juice. "Piston that pucker."
Ted did as dusk approached. Howard leaned in and kissed Ted again. Howard enjoyed the warmth filling his ass as Ted unleashed a torrent of sperm deep in the farmer's rectum. Howard slipped his tongue in the military man's mouth as Ted's orgasm waned. Howard rose from Ted's dick, cum dripping from his hairy hole. Cum dripped onto Ted's abs, then his chest, as Howard stroked his massive member, precum continually pouring from the tip onto Ted's face.
Ted just looked up, the cock heaving in Howard's hand, pulsing with energy, then expelling it's load, raining down on Ted's face, showering his hunky features with cum, jism, sperm, junk.
Howard reached down, smearing the cum with his cock, then massaging it into Ted's face with his fingers. Howard left Ted tied, cum drying on his face.
Ted closed his eyes and rest, luxuriating in the feel of an awesome orgasm.
A flash broke him from his revelry.
"Say `Cum facial'," Howard teased, clicking off a few more frames. "Since it's the end of my role, they're all yours, Ted."
Howard took the dog tags from Ted's nuts and cock, and loosened the lasso.
"I think we're done, Ted. If you're not doing anything tomorrow night, Jillian's not home for a day or two," Howard said, dressing and packing equipment in the back of the truck.
Ted started to wipe his face.
"Let that dry, stud. No one's going to notice if you're headed straight home," Howard said. "Here's my cell number. Give me a call for tomorrow. My pussy likes your military member."
Howard drove Ted back to the farmhouse. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ted. Have the pictures done."
Howard licked the right side of Ted's face. "Let it dry, stud. Let it dry."
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