Abel
@ffarmerabel.bsky.social
Amish-Mennonite heritage. Same-gender sexually oriented. Androphile. Follower of Jesus. Living on a midwestern farm with my husband and our critters.
I love me a nuzzle from that @lukie-dacus.bsky.social
November 19, 2025 at 7:54 PM
I love me a nuzzle from that @lukie-dacus.bsky.social
Before our friends headed home to Virginia, one last photo opportunity with us and the critters! A great visit with wonderful friends.
November 18, 2025 at 2:43 PM
Before our friends headed home to Virginia, one last photo opportunity with us and the critters! A great visit with wonderful friends.
Visitors to our farm, like friends @lukie-dacus.bsky.social and Ben, don’t miss out on a photo opportunity with the likes of Hector the pony or Quentin the cat. ( Somebody get that cat an agent! )
November 15, 2025 at 1:10 PM
Visitors to our farm, like friends @lukie-dacus.bsky.social and Ben, don’t miss out on a photo opportunity with the likes of Hector the pony or Quentin the cat. ( Somebody get that cat an agent! )
It was goat hoof trimming day with the help of friends, Luke @lukie-dacus.bsky.social , Ben, and husband , @shutupmrrogers.bsky.social .
November 14, 2025 at 5:51 PM
It was goat hoof trimming day with the help of friends, Luke @lukie-dacus.bsky.social , Ben, and husband , @shutupmrrogers.bsky.social .
I love when the animals lay together or near to each other. It reminds me of those 19th century “Peaceable Kingdom” folk art paintings.
November 10, 2025 at 2:35 PM
I love when the animals lay together or near to each other. It reminds me of those 19th century “Peaceable Kingdom” folk art paintings.
Went with my handsome husband, @clarkrogers.bsky.social to see a performance by award winning Canadian folk duo, Mama’s Broke.
November 8, 2025 at 1:07 PM
Went with my handsome husband, @clarkrogers.bsky.social to see a performance by award winning Canadian folk duo, Mama’s Broke.
Get thee behind me, Satan!
October 31, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Get thee behind me, Satan!
Well, I finished the details on my “pagan“ deer mask. Ready for Halloween!
October 30, 2025 at 7:25 PM
Well, I finished the details on my “pagan“ deer mask. Ready for Halloween!
I’m getting excited about my Halloween costume. I made the paper deer mask last year, then decided to make the antlers and ears three dimensional after I saw what @clarkrogers.bsky.social did with his mask. He did most of the paper mache work and now I’m painting it to resemble a gold
pagan mask.
pagan mask.
October 30, 2025 at 3:30 PM
I’m getting excited about my Halloween costume. I made the paper deer mask last year, then decided to make the antlers and ears three dimensional after I saw what @clarkrogers.bsky.social did with his mask. He did most of the paper mache work and now I’m painting it to resemble a gold
pagan mask.
pagan mask.
I’ve spent years collecting & curating furniture, art and antiques, and when it comes to my personal decor, I’m definitely not a minimalist. I just added two 1960’s paint-by-number pieces and an old print from my grandpa’s farmhouse to the grouping in our bathroom.
October 29, 2025 at 5:09 AM
I’ve spent years collecting & curating furniture, art and antiques, and when it comes to my personal decor, I’m definitely not a minimalist. I just added two 1960’s paint-by-number pieces and an old print from my grandpa’s farmhouse to the grouping in our bathroom.
Ullr says “good Sunday morning. Now throw that darn ball !”
October 26, 2025 at 3:15 PM
Ullr says “good Sunday morning. Now throw that darn ball !”
Saturday morning feeding time.
October 25, 2025 at 1:43 PM
Saturday morning feeding time.
I love that good, achy, throbbing sensation after my boy has pounded and bred my daddyhole.
October 23, 2025 at 3:50 PM
I love that good, achy, throbbing sensation after my boy has pounded and bred my daddyhole.
On my drive to the farm & feed store, I pass this magnificent Sycamore tree. I decided to stop and take some photos. It’s huge. Larger than the big maples nearby.
October 20, 2025 at 7:29 PM
On my drive to the farm & feed store, I pass this magnificent Sycamore tree. I decided to stop and take some photos. It’s huge. Larger than the big maples nearby.
Back in 2017, a buddy took these photos of me while hiking in a nearby state park. I was working in the custom cabinetry & furniture industry, was fairly low-tech and living off the grid.
October 19, 2025 at 2:56 PM
Back in 2017, a buddy took these photos of me while hiking in a nearby state park. I was working in the custom cabinetry & furniture industry, was fairly low-tech and living off the grid.
Do y’all have a favorite movie? Mine is from 1958, a William Wyler classic. Described as a masterpiece. 100% on Rotten Tomatoes. A western drama with a stellar cast , great score and gorgeous cinematography. Based on the Donald Hamilton novel of the same name.
October 17, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Do y’all have a favorite movie? Mine is from 1958, a William Wyler classic. Described as a masterpiece. 100% on Rotten Tomatoes. A western drama with a stellar cast , great score and gorgeous cinematography. Based on the Donald Hamilton novel of the same name.
I’ve always been attracted to the male forearm. Along with the cock and fist, I view it as an erotic symbol of strength, force and power.
October 17, 2025 at 2:13 PM
I’ve always been attracted to the male forearm. Along with the cock and fist, I view it as an erotic symbol of strength, force and power.
I’ve assumed the position. Now I just need a guy to grab my balls and fist fuck me like that.
October 16, 2025 at 3:26 PM
I’ve assumed the position. Now I just need a guy to grab my balls and fist fuck me like that.
Putting up square bales in the barn today.
October 15, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Putting up square bales in the barn today.
A fond cold weather memory; Occasionally a buddy would stop by the farm and find me working out in the barn bundled up in my Carhartt. He’d roughly pull down my jeans to my ankles, bend me over, spit on his cock and ram it in deep. We hardly noticed the freezing temperature with all of the rutting.
October 13, 2025 at 2:34 PM
A fond cold weather memory; Occasionally a buddy would stop by the farm and find me working out in the barn bundled up in my Carhartt. He’d roughly pull down my jeans to my ankles, bend me over, spit on his cock and ram it in deep. We hardly noticed the freezing temperature with all of the rutting.
Hector can’t believe someone threw out a perfectly good cat.
October 7, 2025 at 5:41 PM
Hector can’t believe someone threw out a perfectly good cat.