A year after starting my first job, I decided to take a break. It had been a stressful year and being a junior in the law firm that had employed me, I had really been put through the mill. Truthfully, I was yearning to go abroad and really ‘splash out,’ but having to pay back student loans made me sensibly decide, that a more frugal approach would be far more appropriate in my immediate future.Many of my colleagues had mentioned an interesting place named King Georgetown during the year. Apparently, it was enchanting and arty. KG as it was referred to, was an isolated enclave in the middle of nowhere, five hundred miles from the next noteworthy town or city.Because of a reliable tip from one of my fellow workers, I managed to secure very good and inexpensive lodging in a B ‘the difference between straight and gay men is a six-pack of beers,’ was indeed quite correct. As a result, he had developed a complete addition to straight guys and never had sex with the other gay men in the district.“I’m totally bisexual,” Barkley impishly confessed, with a smirk on his face.“So… do you also sleep with women?” I asked, totally puzzled.“Well, not exactly,” he replied, and then after a snigger jokingly explained, “You see… I sleep with the fathers and their sons.”After we had both had a good laugh, Barkley further explained that it gave him a real kick to know that he had not only had sex with many of the straight guys in town but also their grown-up sons.“The similarities and differences, between the dads and their boys, always intrigue me,” Barkley stated with a mischievous grin.Barkley then informed me that most of his hookups took place at the pub where he was seldom disappointed, but there were also a few of the guys who regularly popped in at his home for a ‘drink.’Prior to my departure, Barkley suggested that we get together at the pub at seven that evening so that he could ‘show me the ropes.’With my B&B as close to the pub as it was, I simply walked there that evening. When I arrived, Barkley was already seated at a small table in the main section of the building that also housed the four pool tables. The place was fairly empty but as Barkley explained, it would start to fill up over the next hour.The steak he recommended was excellent. Barkley informed me that all the meat at the pub and grill was supplied by Wally, the town’s butcher. Wally was in his mid-thirties and lived on his own. Barkley’s description of Wally was that he was ‘fuckin’ huge.’ In a conspiratorial manner, Barkley then went on to say that although he did not have first-hand knowledge, there were strong rumours that Wally ‘batted’ for the same side as us.As the place began to fill and the pool tables became more active, I was treated to inside information about many of the young men that were visiting the business. Barkley did not hold back and shared some rather graphic stories with me, about them and their dads.A short while later, when an exceptionally good-looking young man named Quintin entered the premises, Barkley’s eyes lit up. As Quintin passed by us, he and Barkley exchanged friendly smiles. Once Quintin had joined the bevy of fine looking young guys playing pool, Barkley began gossiping.According to Barkley, Quintin and his father were ‘the cream of the crop’ in this town. Not only were both of them incredibly handsome, but also unbelievably well-endowed. The fascinating thing about the two, however, was that Quintin’s dad preferred being fucked, whereas Quintin was strictly a top.Barkley said that his ultimate fantasy was having a threesome with them. Quintin had been away on a contract for three months, and Barkley was very happy to see him back in town.“Listen, I hope you won’t think me rude if Quintin gives me the signal for a fuck tonight and I leave early,” Barkley notified me.“No, not at all,” I honestly reassured him.After we finished our meal we moved through to the small bar area, which was on the opposite side of the pub and grill. As we passed by the pool tables en route, I observed an acknowledging glance between Barkley and Quintin.The bar area was quite small. The room was split in two by a long bar counter with the barman on the one side, and eight bar stools on the customers’ side. Apart from that and beyond the stools, there were two small tables with two chairs against the wall, separated by a very modern looking jukebox.Barkley and I sat on the middle two stools with him on my left, facing the pool tables. For the next forty-five minutes as we nattered, Barkley frequently looked over my Haramidere escort bayan shoulder.“Ah, speak of the devil,” Barkley suddenly declared. “Guess who has just arrived?”I did not want to act like an arsehole by abruptly spinning around, so I took my time and slowly turned to observe who Barkley was looking at. It was unmistakably Wally, and as Barkley had predicted, Wally was fuckin’ huge.Wally was at least six-foot-two-inches tall and massively built. Despite his size, Wally appeared to move around very comfortably and his barrel-shaped upper body looked well-supported on his tree trunk legs. It was clear that his body hairy from the dark hair on his legs and arms, as well as the chest hair sprouting from the top of the tight polo shirt he was wearing. His dark facial hair was short-cropped, and the hair on his head unfashionably longish and curly.I had always believed that I was a great judge of body language and as I looked at Wally, it was clear that he had a warm personality and was also very well-liked. A further observation I made was that despite his intimidating size, he was actually very good-looking.My thoughts were interrupted when Barkley informed me that had received a signal from Quintin, before giving me a triumphant wink and departing. I then watched Quintin who hovered about for a couple of minutes, before also leaving the pub.My gaze then fully returned to Wally. Please understand that I was not sizing him up for a possible sexual encounter at this point, because arrogance had never been one of my vices. Rumours could often be ill-founded and it would be extremely presumptuous to think that Wally would even be interested in me.I had always sexually preferred men who were over thirty and physically large, but Wally was in a different league. Strangely, however, the longer I looked at him, the more appealing he became. Maybe the far hotter climate of KG was playing tricks with my mind.My heart began to beat faster when I saw Wally walking in my direction before sitting on the stool next to me. After he tossed his car keys on the counter in front of him, he engaged the barman in a friendly banter as a beer was handed to him. Wally then exchanged paper money for coins in order to feed the jukebox.His visit to the jukebox took a good five minutes before he returned to his barstool. By then, his selection was well underway and it was clear that country music was preferred genre.When Wally returned to his seat he faced me and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Wally,” he announced.“My name is Burgess,” I responded.“Do you also like country music, Burgess?” Wally asked.“Yeah,” I answered.“I fuckin’ love the rhythm and the stories,” Wally retorted, smiling enthusiastically.I simply nodded before Wally continued, “I haven’t seen you here before.”“I’m on holiday,” I retorted.“So, what do you think of our little town?” he asked.“I love it,” I answered.For the next while, we exchanged histories. Naturally, when he told me about the butchery, I acted as if it was news to me, not wanting him to feel like the target of gossip in the town.Wally was fascinated that I was a lawyer, and then told me that the most eminent lawyer in town, Mr. Eberhard, and Wally’s dad, had best great buddies before his father passed away four years before.“If you like KG so much why don’t you move here?” he suggested. “I know that Mr. Eberhard is always on the lookout for qualified staff,” then after a pause, he continued, “I could introduce you if you would like me to.”“I’ll seriously bear that in mind,” I assured him.By now we were conversing very comfortably and really getting along very well. Wally had also altered his body position on the barstool and was facing me full-on. After we had both acknowledged that we were single and had no time for women in our lives, there was a notable shift in our interaction and Wally’s demeanour began to signal a sensual chemistry. Intimidating as his size was, I found myself becoming totally entranced by him.His behaviour also started becoming more physical, as his huge hand constantly commenced tapping me on my knee or resting on my shoulder. The contact was breath-taking and sent shivers down my spine. When he finally asked if I would like to go to his place for a drink, my voice was so thick with lust as I accepted, that I almost choked.Wally then gave me a naughty smile and said, “You also don’t have to hurry home tonight because I don’t work on Sundays.”In jest, I then asked, “So if I have too much to drink you’ll Escort İkitelli drive me home afterward?”With an intensely horny stare, he replied, “That won’t be necessary, because you won’t be returning to your B&B tonight.”Wally’s place was neat and tidy. It was also totally obvious that no feminine hand had played any part in the decoration of his home. What particularly intrigued me was his huge oversized bed. It had a huge futon mattress, which was placed on an extremely solid looking low wooden frame.When we returned to the lounge after the home tour, Wally retrieved to beers from his refrigerator. Before handing over my beer, however, he placed them on a counter before positioning his body directly before me.“Before you drink any beer, you have to comply with an important house rule,” he impishly stated.“After opening my arms in a ‘so what is it?’ gesture, Wally chuckled and said, “No clothes allowed.”As we started undressing I reflected upon the fact that he was surprisingly different to what I would have expected from a man of his size. Despite the summer heat, Wally was not sweaty at all. His body also smelled very pleasant, like he had been in a pine forest.Wally was very hairy, as I had expected. His sizeable gut and meaty moobs, which the polo shirt had taken much strain to contain, were actually rather sexy and solid looking.Wally’s dick was also different to what I would have expected. I had imagined that it would be fat and stubby, but to surprise his uncut cock was long and cushioned by a bulbous pair of low hanging balls.As we stood looking at one another, my lust for him just kept amplifying. After a short while, Wally extended his arms and placed his hands on my waist. Everything about his approach was totally unhurried and sensual. As his hands began excavating my torso, it felt like I was in hands of an art dealer, appraising a rare piece of objet d‘art.Very slowly, I moved my hands onto his lower arms before gradually moving them ever upward. By the time my hands reached his shoulders, Wally’s hands began to move behind my body before the space between us diminished. Encased in his embrace, Wally’s lips now closed in on my mouth.He simply let our lips touch initially, before I felt his tongue moving between my lips. I did not part my teeth immediately but waited for his signal to do so and when his tongue began to prod, I very gradually moved my teeth apart. With the heat from his nostrils caressing my face, Wally’s tongue now began its excavation.The heat of his warm embrace was totally exhilarating, and as his oral demands commenced escalating my mouth was transformed into a gateway of bliss. I had never been fixated on hairiness, but his furriness was driving me wild.“I want you to throw me on your bed and flatten me like a pancake.”I am not sure where these words I uttered came from, but inexplicably they just fell from my lips.After a brief guffaw, he asked, “So you want to be my little pancake?”“Yes,” I replied.“Well, I like my pancakes with cinnamon,” he replied, before letting go of me and retrieving a small bottle of cinnamon off his spice rack.“Let’s go to the bedroom so that I can spice you up,” he then announced.Bewildered as I was, I was so horny by now that I couldn’t have cared what condiment he covered my body with.In the bedroom, Wally pushed me onto my back on his bed, before covering my neck and torso with the delicious smelling spice. “Well, now I had better flatten you a little,” he exclaimed, with a horny look on his face.As he lowered his body onto me his hips commenced grinding his knob into my groin. As his full weight encompassed me, he began to lick the cinnamon off my neck.“Fuck, yeah, my little pancake, just let me know if my weight gets too much for you,” he said.Heavy as he was and as much as I found breathing to be a bit of a strain, I was in heaven. Wally’s body now turned into a grinding machine as he pounded me aggressively. As he did so his lips broadened their territory, encompassing my shoulders in pursuit of cinnamon.So far this had been an amazing day. The charm of this small town had totally captivated me and Wally was amplifying the entire experience. It felt strange that coming from a large city with an abundance of people, one could often feel lonely. Yet here, with an infinitesimal population in comparison, one felt a sense of integration and contentment. It was like I had arrived in a magical Shangri-La and was being overwhelmed by a sensual mysticism.It was not too long before Çapa escort Wally began to grunt with excitement, and I knew that he would soon climax. The noise he made upon his release was spectacular as he swamped my crotch with an abundance of jizz.Once he was done he asked if could ‘take care of me.’ I politely declined with a giggle, reminding him that we had an entire night ahead of us.After moving through to the lounge we finally had the beers that had been offered earlier on.Wally now commenced telling me about his life in the town. With his mom still alive and living in an old age home, he didn’t want rumours of his sexual predilections getting back to her ears. He admitted that it was a strain at times, but simply ‘couldn’t break her heart.’ Resultantly, he wasn’t having sex with anyone who lived in KG.He went on to inform me that he visited my city several times a year. He would leave for the city after lunch on a Friday, and then spend Friday and Saturday evenings before returning on Sundays. On those Friday nights, he would visit a bar that I was aware of and that catered to a more mature crowd, and then on Saturdays visit a sauna that I had never been to. According to him, his visits were always very ‘satisfactory.’The next part of his story, however, was fascinating.Prior to my visit to KG, I had read about a small enclave in the hills near KG, named Purgatory. It was twenty-five miles beyond KG. It was a very quaint place allegedly populated by hillbillies. It was the kind of place that time forgot, according to an article I read. Apparently, the scenery en route to Purgatory was spectacular, but all visitors to the place made a quick U-turn upon arrival and headed back to KG as soon as possible. It was definitely not the kind of a place where one stayed over.To cut a long story short, Wally went on to tell me about two twenty-eight-year-old ‘brothers’ from Purgatory, named Virgil and Vernon. They were not really related by blood, well, not in the recent past. After Vernon’s father past away when he was sixteen and his mother left to live with her sister, Virgil’s parents had taken Vernon in and treated him like their own son.The flora in the Purgatory area was unique and resultantly, produced the finest honey one had ever tasted. Virgil and Vernon were mainly beekeepers and Wally sold their produce in his butchery. They had a barter agreement with Wally who supplied them meat in lieu of the honey they delivered. With a smile, he told me that that they always benefitted far more from the arrangement than he did, but he was happy to do so because the group sex that resulted with them was most satisfactory.Every second Sunday, they would deliver honey to him and always stay for lunch. In fact, they usually spent Sunday evenings with his as well and only returned home early on Monday mornings.With a self-satisfied look, Wally assured me that their visits more than made up for his lack of sexual activity in the preceding two weeks. Apparently, they were total ‘fuck-machines.’“I generally don’t get butt-fucked,” Wally informed me, before resuming, “But when one is confronted by a human donkey like Virgil, then one doesn’t waste the opportunity. If or when I allow my backside to get plundered, then it has to be worthwhile.”With a smile on his face, Wally then asked, “Have you ever fucked by a horse-dick?”“No,” I answered truthfully.“Trust me, it’s awesome, bro, once you get into it,” Wally informed me.Before I could respond he resumed, “The great news is that I have a delivery from them tomorrow. I would really like you to spend the day and meet the guys. I guarantee you, you won’t be disappointed.”As this information circulated in my mind, Wally continued, “They are rough, really rough, but I won’t say anymore and simply let you make up your own mind.”I have to say that the term ‘hillbilly’ and the reference to them being really rough, did not exactly inspire me with confidence, but my day thus far had been awesome and the look of anticipation on his face left me with no other option, other than to say, “I would love to meet your friends.”Once we returned to the bedroom my ‘torture’ recommenced with me on my stomach. More spice was added again before he again lowered his body onto me and started his grinding anew. Totally overwhelmed by his blissful heaviness, I was so turned on that by the time his knob entered my arse I shot a huge load on his bedsheet.Wally was only getting into his stride at this point and his huge body ebbed and flowed like a tugboat on a stormy sea. The pressure resulting from his gyrations were mindboggling and as I battled to breathe, my mind entered a state of total ecstasy. I would have been happy to be pounded to death. As I gasped frantically he slammed into me with ferocity and when he finally unloaded, I had never been more turned on in my life.