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The amorous amishman
The Amorous Amishman by Steven Skelley
There is no place quite like Ohio in the Fall. The rolling, country hillside is a pleasure to drive. The fresh country air is about as refreshing as it gets. The leaves on the trees glow in such a brilliant variety of colors that it almost seems like a surrealist painting.
In addition to Ohio’s gorgeous forests and farmland in the Fall, the Buckeye State has one of the largest Amish populations in the United States. For many years, the Amish lived simple farmers’ lives. They limited contact with the rest of the modern community around them, used horses and buggies rather than cars and even refused to have electricity and modern appliances in their homes. Today, many Amish and their Mennonite cousins seem to have discovered that their unique lifestyle can generate a substantial tourist income source. People flock from around the world to visit Amish Country, eat home-style cooking, and purchase handmade furniture.
I decided to enjoy a well-deserved Fall getaway to Ohio’s Amish Country myself. My plan was to drive the country roads, stop whenever I saw something interesting and spend the night in whichever of the many local Bed and Breakfasts that caught my eye.
I was very excited as I exited the highway and turned onto one of the wonderfully scenic back roads that wind their way through the Amish farmland. I drove slowly, enjoying the sights while being wary of rounding a corner or topping a hill to find a horse drawn buggy meandering slowly down the road ahead.
Suddenly, the right side of my car dipped and there was a loud bang followed by the feel and discouraging sound of what was obviously a flat tire. I pulled off to the side of the country road, got out of the car and took a look at the damage. Unfortunately it was not just a flat tire, the deep pothole I had hit also bent my wheel’s rim. I used my cell phone to call my auto service and waited by the roadside for them to send a tow truck for me and my disabled car.
After a short wait, the tow truck driver connected my car to his truck and allowed me to sit in the passenger seat of his truck as he drove to the nearest repair facility. When we got there, I found that they had a tire for my car but not a rim. Since it was almost closing time, repairs would have to wait until morning at the earliest. I walked outside the garage and made a decision to make the best of my situation and find a nice Bed and Breakfast to spend the night.
As I stood there at the side of the road wondering whom to call, I heard the clop-clop, clop-clop of an approaching horse. I turned to see an Amish horse and buggy driving slowly up the road toward me. There didn’t seem to be anyone in it but the driver – a mature Amish man dressed in black pants, a black vest, a white shirt and a black hat. As he got closer, I noticed he had white hair and a white beard but, in the Amish way, no mustache.
The driver pulled his buggy up beside me, looked down, smiled and said, “Good afternoon. If you don’t mind me saying so, you have the look of a man in a predicament. Could you use a ride somewhere? I’d be more than happy to help.”
“Well,” I answered, “I am not really sure where I am going, sir. My car broke down and I need a place to spend the night until the repairs are finished tomorrow. Are there any nice Bed and Breakfasts or inns nearby?”
“Yes, there are several within five miles or so,” he said. “But my farm is just a mile or so away over that rise ahead. I have lived alone since my wife passed. You seem like a nice man. You are welcome to spend the night at my home and I can return you here tomorrow to get your vehicle - if you don’t mind riding in a buggy.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond so I said, “I wouldn’t want to be an imposition, sir.”
“Nonsense,” he replied kindly. “It is no imposition at all. It would be a pleasure to have someone to talk to and I’ve always believed in doing good deeds for others. My name is Jedediah,” he said as he motioned for me to climb into his buggy.
I told him my name, thanked him for his generosity, stepped up into the buggy and sat in what was a very comfortable bench seat. Once I was settled in, Jedediah flicked the reins and his big, black horse began to pull us steadily up the road.
I had never ridden in an Amish buggy before so I decided to make the best of my situation and enjoy every sight and sound along the way. Jedediah’s big, black horse pulled us up and down each hill and around each curve of the beautiful the rolling hillside.
Jedediah didn’t talk at all. He just smiled with what seemed to me to be the quiet confidence of a man at home with his surroundings. I have to admit, I was enjoying watching this handsome mature man as much as I enjoyed the country scenery I had traveled so far to see.
It didn’t take long before we came to a break in the white fencing that encircled the fields. “This is my home,” Jedediah said with a glance back to me and another one of his wonderful smiles. He turned the big, black horse onto a long driveway that looked like something out of a classic painting. Two brown ruts were worn where the buggy’s wheels had driven for decades cutting through the bright, green lush grass and led to a white, two-story farmhouse with a wraparound porch. Rocking chairs sat vacant on the porch. They seemed to call to me to come sit and enjoy the peaceful scenery.
Jedediah pulled the buggy up beside his home and asked me to have a seat in one of his rocking chairs while he put his horse away for the night. I climbed out of the buggy, walked up the porch stairs and sat in one of the rocking chairs. Jedediah dismounted from the buggy, walked to the front of the horse and guided it into his barn. As Jedediah guided the big, black horse forward, I saw the strong and still-impressive muscles in his arms bulge beneath his white shirt sleeves.
After a few minutes, Jedediah came out of the barn and walked back to where I sat waiting on the porch. He held his front door open for me, bowed his head slightly in a gentlemanly way and said, “Welcome to my home.” I stepped across the threshold. It was like stepping into another century. The furniture was handmade and of amazing quality – the creation of a true craftsman.
It was then that I realized with a shock that I had been so surprised at Jedediah’s offer back at the repair facility that I had totally forgotten my luggage. I didn’t have anything but the clothes I was wearing.
Jedediah noticed the strange look and asked, “Is something wrong?” I told him I had forgotten to get my clothes from the car. He just smiled again, patted me on the shoulder and calmly replied, “Not to worry. I am sure I can accommodate you appropriately for the night.”
Just when I thought he was going to invite me to have a seat in his family room on the comfortable looking sofa, he surprised me with, “After a long day of travel, it is best to refresh and relax a bit. Let me go draw you a hot bath like a good host. Make yourself comfortable and I will return presently.”
As I lowered myself onto the sofa, I noticed a growing bulge in the front of Jedediah’s black pants. I could feel my own pants restricting my own growing bulge. I thought to myself, “Could this really be happening?”
After just a short wait, Jedediah returned. “Come this way, please, my friend,” he said. He led me up the polished, hardwood stairs to a large bathroom with an antique claw-footed ivory bathtub that was semi-filled with steaming water.
I noticed the bulge was still in the front of Jedediah’s black pants pushing his buttons to the limit. He reached his strong hands out to me and said, “Let me help you with your clothing, my friend.” I looked into his eyes and nodded yes.
Jedediah gently unbuttoned each button on my shirt. He unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled my shirt out from where it had been tucked in my pants, reached up and pulled the shirt from my shoulders and then laid it carefully on the back of a nearby wooden chair. His bulge was straining his black pants to the breaking point.
“Sit down please,” he requested gently. I sat. He knelt before me and took off my shoes and socks. I stood briefly and he reached up and slowly pulled down my pants and underwear at the same time. I sat again so he could pull them off my legs one at a time. Jedediah knelt before me staring hungrily at my throbbing cock. I could feel each heartbeat going boom-boom, boom-boom in my manhood.
Jedediah licked his lips, never taking his eyes of my cock. He stood to his feet, took me by the hand and motioned for me to stand and come. He led me to the bathtub and I stepped in. “Sit down please,” he said again. I lowered myself into the hot water.
Jedediah cupped his hands, scooped hot water and released it onto my back, shoulders and chest again and again. He knelt down beside the tub and began to sensually soap my back with his big, farmer’s hands. He massaged the back of my neck with one hand as he soaped my chest. He soaped down to my stomach and then began scooping and rinsing the soap from everywhere he had washed.
My erection was sticking straight up out of the water. Jedediah would look into my eyes compassionately and then stray down to admire my throbbing cock hungrily. When I was rinsed completely, he reached in and began to soap my legs one at a time beginning with my feet and moving up toward my groin. He let the back of his hands brush against by balls and linger for just a moment before moving back down my legs.
After what seemed like an erotic eternity, Jedediah began to soap my cock and balls. His hands were very gentle and yet still masculine. He soaped and massaged my balls sensuously, rinsed them and then took my rock-hard cock in one hand. He began stroking slowly toward my head with his right hand as his left hand grasped the base of my cock. When the right hand reached the top, the left hand began stroking toward the top slowly. His hands repeated this exchange again and again until I thought I would explode. Before I could climax, Jedediah cupped some more bath water and began to rinse my cock.
He stood beside the tub, took me by the hand and motioned for me to stand and step out of the tub onto a soft rug. Jedediah grabbed a thick, fluffy towel and began to dry me from head to toe. His eyes seemed to be appreciating every inch of my body as he dried me. I could hardly contain myself.
Jedediah looked me in the eyes again and whispered, “Come.” He took me by the hand again. He led me to a bedroom with a large, dark wood, sleigh bed covered in a beautifully intricate quilt. He said, “Please,” and motioned for me to climb into his bed
Jedediah’s eyes never left mine as he undressed before me. He looked even better naked than he did clothed. His uncircumcised cock, nestled in white hair, was standing straight out and throbbing just as mine was. Naked, he crawled into bed beside me.
I was laying on my back. Jedediah laid on top of me, closed his eyes and lowered his lips onto mine. His kiss was both soft and masculine. As we kissed, he reached down and began to massage my cock softly with just his fingertips. His touch was as light as a butterfly’s wings on my skin. I moaned out loud,
“Roll onto your stomach, please,” he whispered. I rolled over. Using the same soft-as-a-butterfly technique, Jedediah massaged my feet, my legs, my butt, my back and then my neck. His touch was so light, it was almost like a soft breath on my skin. The sensation was electric and erotic.
Jedediah asked me to roll onto my back. As soon as I did, he began to “butterfly” the entire front of my body from the top of my toes to the top of my head. The feeling was just as erotic on this side of my body.
Jedediah took the base of my cock in his right hand and held it upright as he lowered his face toward it. His tongue was sticking out slightly and resting on his lower lip. He pressed his tongue and upper lip against the sensitive area just below my cock’s head and then he began to slide up to the top of the head and then back down to the base of my shaft. He slid up and down over and over and over again until I was just about to come. Then he slipped my cock into his mouth, still massaging that sensitive area, until I came.
He sucked me dry, crawled back up beside me, kissed me passionately and then lay on his back beside me. His uncircumcised erection was standing straight up and beautiful.
Looking across Jedediah to the bedside nightstand, I noticed something I hadn’t seen before – a jar of vaseline. I reached across Jedediah’s chest grabbed the jar of vaseline, opened it and scooped some onto my fingers. I reached down and spread the lubricant on every wonderful inch of Jedediah’s throbbing cock.
Looking directly into Jedediah’s eyes, I straddled my Amish lover’s body and gently lowered myself onto his cock. I felt his head slip inside me. I paused for several seconds so that we could both enjoy the sensation. Then I lowered myself all the way, taking him in me completely. He sighed and then smiled up at me.
I began to move up and down, riding his cock from base to head slowly but steadily until Jedediah began to moan beneath me. His hips began to thrust upward with each of my downward thrusts. When he could take no more, he thrust his hard cock up into me and came with a loud moan of ecstasy. I could feel his warmness fill me.
I dismounted, curled up beside him and laid my head on his heaving chest – listening to his heartbeat until his breathing returned to normal. Jedediah reached his muscled arm over and around me. I fell asleep in his arms, my head still resting on his hairy chest. We were still in that position when the sun woke us in the morning.
Jedediah cooked us an expert breakfast while I dressed in the same clothes he had removed from me the night before in his bathroom. As I came down the stairs, I said, “Here I am in the same clothes as yesterday when we met.”
Jedediah smiled up at me and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to worry? I promised to find something appropriate for you last night. Your birthday suit was the appropriate attire for what I had in mind. Do you not agree?” I did agree.
We ate breakfast together and then Jedediah drove me back to the repair facility in his buggy pulled by the big, black horse. Just as I was ready to wave goodbye, he looked at me, smiled his sexy smile, and with a sparkle in his eyes said, “If you desire a place to change clothes later, you know the way to my door. It will always be open for you, my friend.”
As soon as my car was ready and I had paid my bill, I drove straight back to find Jedediah standing on his front porch, holding his door open – a big smile on his face.
There is no place quite like Ohio in the Fall. The rolling, country hillside is a pleasure to drive. The fresh country air is about as refreshing as it gets. The leaves on the trees glow in such a brilliant variety of colors that it almost seems like a surrealist painting.
In addition to Ohio’s gorgeous forests and farmland in the Fall, the Buckeye State has one of the largest Amish populations in the United States. For many years, the Amish lived simple farmers’ lives. They limited contact with the rest of the modern community around them, used horses and buggies rather than cars and even refused to have electricity and modern appliances in their homes. Today, many Amish and their Mennonite cousins seem to have discovered that their unique lifestyle can generate a substantial tourist income source. People flock from around the world to visit Amish Country, eat home-style cooking, and purchase handmade furniture.
I decided to enjoy a well-deserved Fall getaway to Ohio’s Amish Country myself. My plan was to drive the country roads, stop whenever I saw something interesting and spend the night in whichever of the many local Bed and Breakfasts that caught my eye.
I was very excited as I exited the highway and turned onto one of the wonderfully scenic back roads that wind their way through the Amish farmland. I drove slowly, enjoying the sights while being wary of rounding a corner or topping a hill to find a horse drawn buggy meandering slowly down the road ahead.
Suddenly, the right side of my car dipped and there was a loud bang followed by the feel and discouraging sound of what was obviously a flat tire. I pulled off to the side of the country road, got out of the car and took a look at the damage. Unfortunately it was not just a flat tire, the deep pothole I had hit also bent my wheel’s rim. I used my cell phone to call my auto service and waited by the roadside for them to send a tow truck for me and my disabled car.
After a short wait, the tow truck driver connected my car to his truck and allowed me to sit in the passenger seat of his truck as he drove to the nearest repair facility. When we got there, I found that they had a tire for my car but not a rim. Since it was almost closing time, repairs would have to wait until morning at the earliest. I walked outside the garage and made a decision to make the best of my situation and find a nice Bed and Breakfast to spend the night.
As I stood there at the side of the road wondering whom to call, I heard the clop-clop, clop-clop of an approaching horse. I turned to see an Amish horse and buggy driving slowly up the road toward me. There didn’t seem to be anyone in it but the driver – a mature Amish man dressed in black pants, a black vest, a white shirt and a black hat. As he got closer, I noticed he had white hair and a white beard but, in the Amish way, no mustache.
The driver pulled his buggy up beside me, looked down, smiled and said, “Good afternoon. If you don’t mind me saying so, you have the look of a man in a predicament. Could you use a ride somewhere? I’d be more than happy to help.”
“Well,” I answered, “I am not really sure where I am going, sir. My car broke down and I need a place to spend the night until the repairs are finished tomorrow. Are there any nice Bed and Breakfasts or inns nearby?”
“Yes, there are several within five miles or so,” he said. “But my farm is just a mile or so away over that rise ahead. I have lived alone since my wife passed. You seem like a nice man. You are welcome to spend the night at my home and I can return you here tomorrow to get your vehicle - if you don’t mind riding in a buggy.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond so I said, “I wouldn’t want to be an imposition, sir.”
“Nonsense,” he replied kindly. “It is no imposition at all. It would be a pleasure to have someone to talk to and I’ve always believed in doing good deeds for others. My name is Jedediah,” he said as he motioned for me to climb into his buggy.
I told him my name, thanked him for his generosity, stepped up into the buggy and sat in what was a very comfortable bench seat. Once I was settled in, Jedediah flicked the reins and his big, black horse began to pull us steadily up the road.
I had never ridden in an Amish buggy before so I decided to make the best of my situation and enjoy every sight and sound along the way. Jedediah’s big, black horse pulled us up and down each hill and around each curve of the beautiful the rolling hillside.
Jedediah didn’t talk at all. He just smiled with what seemed to me to be the quiet confidence of a man at home with his surroundings. I have to admit, I was enjoying watching this handsome mature man as much as I enjoyed the country scenery I had traveled so far to see.
It didn’t take long before we came to a break in the white fencing that encircled the fields. “This is my home,” Jedediah said with a glance back to me and another one of his wonderful smiles. He turned the big, black horse onto a long driveway that looked like something out of a classic painting. Two brown ruts were worn where the buggy’s wheels had driven for decades cutting through the bright, green lush grass and led to a white, two-story farmhouse with a wraparound porch. Rocking chairs sat vacant on the porch. They seemed to call to me to come sit and enjoy the peaceful scenery.
Jedediah pulled the buggy up beside his home and asked me to have a seat in one of his rocking chairs while he put his horse away for the night. I climbed out of the buggy, walked up the porch stairs and sat in one of the rocking chairs. Jedediah dismounted from the buggy, walked to the front of the horse and guided it into his barn. As Jedediah guided the big, black horse forward, I saw the strong and still-impressive muscles in his arms bulge beneath his white shirt sleeves.
After a few minutes, Jedediah came out of the barn and walked back to where I sat waiting on the porch. He held his front door open for me, bowed his head slightly in a gentlemanly way and said, “Welcome to my home.” I stepped across the threshold. It was like stepping into another century. The furniture was handmade and of amazing quality – the creation of a true craftsman.
It was then that I realized with a shock that I had been so surprised at Jedediah’s offer back at the repair facility that I had totally forgotten my luggage. I didn’t have anything but the clothes I was wearing.
Jedediah noticed the strange look and asked, “Is something wrong?” I told him I had forgotten to get my clothes from the car. He just smiled again, patted me on the shoulder and calmly replied, “Not to worry. I am sure I can accommodate you appropriately for the night.”
Just when I thought he was going to invite me to have a seat in his family room on the comfortable looking sofa, he surprised me with, “After a long day of travel, it is best to refresh and relax a bit. Let me go draw you a hot bath like a good host. Make yourself comfortable and I will return presently.”
As I lowered myself onto the sofa, I noticed a growing bulge in the front of Jedediah’s black pants. I could feel my own pants restricting my own growing bulge. I thought to myself, “Could this really be happening?”
After just a short wait, Jedediah returned. “Come this way, please, my friend,” he said. He led me up the polished, hardwood stairs to a large bathroom with an antique claw-footed ivory bathtub that was semi-filled with steaming water.
I noticed the bulge was still in the front of Jedediah’s black pants pushing his buttons to the limit. He reached his strong hands out to me and said, “Let me help you with your clothing, my friend.” I looked into his eyes and nodded yes.
Jedediah gently unbuttoned each button on my shirt. He unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled my shirt out from where it had been tucked in my pants, reached up and pulled the shirt from my shoulders and then laid it carefully on the back of a nearby wooden chair. His bulge was straining his black pants to the breaking point.
“Sit down please,” he requested gently. I sat. He knelt before me and took off my shoes and socks. I stood briefly and he reached up and slowly pulled down my pants and underwear at the same time. I sat again so he could pull them off my legs one at a time. Jedediah knelt before me staring hungrily at my throbbing cock. I could feel each heartbeat going boom-boom, boom-boom in my manhood.
Jedediah licked his lips, never taking his eyes of my cock. He stood to his feet, took me by the hand and motioned for me to stand and come. He led me to the bathtub and I stepped in. “Sit down please,” he said again. I lowered myself into the hot water.
Jedediah cupped his hands, scooped hot water and released it onto my back, shoulders and chest again and again. He knelt down beside the tub and began to sensually soap my back with his big, farmer’s hands. He massaged the back of my neck with one hand as he soaped my chest. He soaped down to my stomach and then began scooping and rinsing the soap from everywhere he had washed.
My erection was sticking straight up out of the water. Jedediah would look into my eyes compassionately and then stray down to admire my throbbing cock hungrily. When I was rinsed completely, he reached in and began to soap my legs one at a time beginning with my feet and moving up toward my groin. He let the back of his hands brush against by balls and linger for just a moment before moving back down my legs.
After what seemed like an erotic eternity, Jedediah began to soap my cock and balls. His hands were very gentle and yet still masculine. He soaped and massaged my balls sensuously, rinsed them and then took my rock-hard cock in one hand. He began stroking slowly toward my head with his right hand as his left hand grasped the base of my cock. When the right hand reached the top, the left hand began stroking toward the top slowly. His hands repeated this exchange again and again until I thought I would explode. Before I could climax, Jedediah cupped some more bath water and began to rinse my cock.
He stood beside the tub, took me by the hand and motioned for me to stand and step out of the tub onto a soft rug. Jedediah grabbed a thick, fluffy towel and began to dry me from head to toe. His eyes seemed to be appreciating every inch of my body as he dried me. I could hardly contain myself.
Jedediah looked me in the eyes again and whispered, “Come.” He took me by the hand again. He led me to a bedroom with a large, dark wood, sleigh bed covered in a beautifully intricate quilt. He said, “Please,” and motioned for me to climb into his bed
Jedediah’s eyes never left mine as he undressed before me. He looked even better naked than he did clothed. His uncircumcised cock, nestled in white hair, was standing straight out and throbbing just as mine was. Naked, he crawled into bed beside me.
I was laying on my back. Jedediah laid on top of me, closed his eyes and lowered his lips onto mine. His kiss was both soft and masculine. As we kissed, he reached down and began to massage my cock softly with just his fingertips. His touch was as light as a butterfly’s wings on my skin. I moaned out loud,
“Roll onto your stomach, please,” he whispered. I rolled over. Using the same soft-as-a-butterfly technique, Jedediah massaged my feet, my legs, my butt, my back and then my neck. His touch was so light, it was almost like a soft breath on my skin. The sensation was electric and erotic.
Jedediah asked me to roll onto my back. As soon as I did, he began to “butterfly” the entire front of my body from the top of my toes to the top of my head. The feeling was just as erotic on this side of my body.
Jedediah took the base of my cock in his right hand and held it upright as he lowered his face toward it. His tongue was sticking out slightly and resting on his lower lip. He pressed his tongue and upper lip against the sensitive area just below my cock’s head and then he began to slide up to the top of the head and then back down to the base of my shaft. He slid up and down over and over and over again until I was just about to come. Then he slipped my cock into his mouth, still massaging that sensitive area, until I came.
He sucked me dry, crawled back up beside me, kissed me passionately and then lay on his back beside me. His uncircumcised erection was standing straight up and beautiful.
Looking across Jedediah to the bedside nightstand, I noticed something I hadn’t seen before – a jar of vaseline. I reached across Jedediah’s chest grabbed the jar of vaseline, opened it and scooped some onto my fingers. I reached down and spread the lubricant on every wonderful inch of Jedediah’s throbbing cock.
Looking directly into Jedediah’s eyes, I straddled my Amish lover’s body and gently lowered myself onto his cock. I felt his head slip inside me. I paused for several seconds so that we could both enjoy the sensation. Then I lowered myself all the way, taking him in me completely. He sighed and then smiled up at me.
I began to move up and down, riding his cock from base to head slowly but steadily until Jedediah began to moan beneath me. His hips began to thrust upward with each of my downward thrusts. When he could take no more, he thrust his hard cock up into me and came with a loud moan of ecstasy. I could feel his warmness fill me.
I dismounted, curled up beside him and laid my head on his heaving chest – listening to his heartbeat until his breathing returned to normal. Jedediah reached his muscled arm over and around me. I fell asleep in his arms, my head still resting on his hairy chest. We were still in that position when the sun woke us in the morning.
Jedediah cooked us an expert breakfast while I dressed in the same clothes he had removed from me the night before in his bathroom. As I came down the stairs, I said, “Here I am in the same clothes as yesterday when we met.”
Jedediah smiled up at me and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to worry? I promised to find something appropriate for you last night. Your birthday suit was the appropriate attire for what I had in mind. Do you not agree?” I did agree.
We ate breakfast together and then Jedediah drove me back to the repair facility in his buggy pulled by the big, black horse. Just as I was ready to wave goodbye, he looked at me, smiled his sexy smile, and with a sparkle in his eyes said, “If you desire a place to change clothes later, you know the way to my door. It will always be open for you, my friend.”
As soon as my car was ready and I had paid my bill, I drove straight back to find Jedediah standing on his front porch, holding his door open – a big smile on his face.
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