Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 05:38:42 -0400
From: Rocco Talespinner <roccotalespinner@gmail.com>
Subject: Vince's Erotic Adventures, Part I: An Unforgettable Day at the Farm

[WARNING: Read this one only if you can accept bestiality as as aspect of
male sex.]

I grew up fast. From age thirteen, when I first detected hair emerging on
my chest it was only a matter of months before a pelt of curly dark hair
covered my pecs and abs and ran in a thick treasure trail down to my
rapidly thickening bush. Equally, my voice changed to a resonant bass,
while the whiskers on my face required daily shaving to meet the grooming
standard expected in those days at my school. My penis and ball sac grew
enough that the bulge showed in the crotch of my jeans and I was aware that
people often took note of it. Along with this physical maturity I assumed
the strikingly manly manner that was standard in my family and even
developed a macho swagger. Needless to say I enjoyed observing this
spectacle taking place as I looked at myself nude each day in the
full-length mirror in the bathroom, fondling my cock and watching it get
hard. Later, furtively in the dark, I liked making it squirt cum, smelling,
then tasting, my seed.

Not surprisingly this development was also observed in my extended family,
where the men began to treat me as one among them rather than as a boy. Yet
our differences in age also set me apart and the palpable sensuality of my
newly acquired virility aroused in them reactions normally addressed to a
budding young woman. An uncle -- sometimes married and sometimes not (he
changed partners a lot) -- who lived nearby managed as often as he could to
clap me on the back, squeeze a shoulder, feel a bicep, punch my abs, and
even yank the back of my jeans to pull what he called a wedgie. Since in
the natural course of things I was around him a good deal at his place, one
thing gradually led to another. This could happen without my parents
knowing because they were often away with their jobs and his house was only
a brief walk away.

Before long he was exploring my crotch and had me exploring his. And before
the year was out I was regularly sucking his cock and swallowing his cum.
By the next year he was fucking me, eventually several times a week, and I
came to enjoy it, even crave it. Although decidedly masculine when out and
about, in his lair I became increasingly submissive. Manly in public, I
became his pussy slut bitch when we were naked together. Between wives he
was never careful about hygiene, so he usually carried the full gamut of
man smells -- ripe pits, musky crotch, and feral cock odor -- and I came to
associate these strong man scents with the pleasure of sex. To this day
ripe man smells inflame me to passionate lust, causing an instant erection.

I loved all the stuff he made me do, such as sucking his toes, tonguing his
ass, licking his pits, licking his cock clean after he fucked me, and even
drinking from the tap. I absolutely loved being used and abused, his
grunting and groaning and his sweaty rough fucking. In time I began
swiveling my hips for him to give him more friction, moaning and groaning,
and learned how to tighten my ass muscles to milk his cock. Sometimes he
had another man on hand and I had to do whatever that guy might want. Or
together they would spit-roast me or insert both their cocks in my asshole.
So as my teen years unfolded I got used to putting out without limit and
performing while being watched. I could never get enough and at fifteen
took on an older cousin as well . And even though at thirteen I began to
get pussy from girls and loved that too, it could never take the place of
cock.

Man-sex occupied my thoughts day and night, waking and sleeping, even when
I was supposedly concentrating on studies and other serious matters. I
existed in a virtual dream world of cock and cum. Which brings me to this .
. . . .

It is a late-summer day, shortly before I am to go off to college, when my
uncle announces that he has arranged for us to go see a farmer he knows,
and there will be some interesting surprises for me. Before we set out he
gives me instructions: don't shave, wear a wifebeater, short cutoffs with
nothing under, and work boots with big wool socks, topped off by a red
bandana sweatband. From long experience he does not have to remind me to
clean out my ass with an enema, since any occasion with my uncle is bound
to involve sex. I admit I am somewhat apprehensive but also intrigued, so I
willingly go along.

When we arrive, there are four pickup trucks parked in the driveway and
front yard. The farmer comes out to meet us. A tanned muscular man in
overalls and no shirt, sporting a two-day stubble, I recognize in him a
likely desirable partner. He invites us into the house and there I see four
other men, all strapping alpha males. Since I am by far the youngest there
I recognize that I am going to be the center of attention. My uncle
introduces me as the pussy of the day and then tells me to strip. I am way
embarrassed to be naked in front of all these guys, but then they begin to
strip also. Meanwhile more vehicles are pulling up in the yard and two more
men come in. OMG, I think, am I gonna have to service all these guys? But
then something else happens that completely diverts my concern. The farmer,
having disappeared into another room, comes back leading an enormous dog, a
Rottweiler, straining on its leash.

"This is gonna be for you, stud." he announces. I'm terrified. I am scared
of dogs anyhow, but this creature could be a killer.

I look at my uncle in horror, but he just shrugs and says, "OK, this is one
of your surprises. He's not gonna hurt you and you'll end up liking what
he'll do to you. So get down on this mat, in the doggie position," he
chuckles, as the pun arouses laughter all around, "and let him get himself
a piece of ass."

Someone throws me a hoodie and tells me to put it on so the dog won't
scratch me with his front paws when he mounts me. As the dog is led around
behind me I am shaking with terror, but I don't dare defy my uncle,
especially in front of all these guys, and so I do as I am told. The dog
comes up behind me and begins licking my asshole and instinctively knows
it's for fucking. Within seconds he's on me, growling, even nipping at the
hoodie with his teeth, and pressing his penis against my asshole. Somebody
reaches down and rubs my anus with lube and a good thing, too, because the
dogs stiff cock then breaches my ass-ring. Long, thin, and curved in a
single spiral, it feels like a snake crawling into my ass chute. But that
is just the beginning, because the penile knot that fixes a dog's cock in a
bitch's pussy until it reaches climax presses through my sphincter. I let
out an involuntary cry of pain, but the dog just growls and the men just
howl with laughter.

Only then does the real fucking begin. It's like having a jackhammer in my
ass. Once I am used to it I have to admit that in a weird sort of way it
feels good and I arch my back and push my ass back against the dog's cock.
I feel so ashamed being watched, yet the guys egg me on, cheering when I
swivel my butt. He responds with greater fervor and the speed of his
thrusts gives my ass an intensity of sensation that I haven't experienced
with human cocks. He's so powerful I realize I can't do anything that would
stop him. On and on it goes and I begin to wonder how all this is to end,
how long will it take a big dog to cum. As the men around me are cheering,
I 'm not sure whether it is for me or the Rottie. Then, all of a sudden two
things seem to happen at once. The dog growls, thrusting in a frenzy, and
obviously shoots his load deep inside me. The other is a loud crash.

Mainly I am just gratified to have this over, even though I kinda liked it
too. But then I become more aware of what is going on around me and only
then do I learn that one of the men has become so excited he has bumped
into an end-table and knocked it over, breaking the lamp that sat on it.
The farmer, who has been absorbed in the spectacle of the dog fucking me,
becomes very angry and starts shouting. He wants everyone out of the house
-- but not to leave. Rather, we are all to proceed to the barn and continue
there. So here we are, eight adult men and a teen, walking naked (except
for my hoodie, sweat band, and work boots) across the barnyard. Inside, we
are directed to a large stall with lots of hay on the floor and stacked
around. And somehow this gig is supposed to continue, but I don't know yet
just how.

I soon find out, though, because one of the men has brought his own
Rottweiler and within a matter of moments I am being fucked by another dog,
getting another snakelike canine penis and another big load of dog cum. And
after that, as if it is not enough, a different guy leads in his huge
Doberman. Being knotted by two Rottweilers is one thing, but a Doberman's
cock is something else, thick and long and slick, with a bigger knot. It is
almost like being fucked by a giant. When he mounts me and humps I feel
totally powerless to do anything but submit. When he knots me the pain
takes my breath away. The guys just hoot and holler. But as he fucks me I
get used to it and then like it quite a lot, even swiveling my ass to show
how pussy I am for him. When he shoots his load, I can feel it; then my ass
is leaking dog cum big time.

Although I have reached the point in my life where I sometimes think I can
never get too much cock, three big dogs in a row have given me a workout
like nothing I have ever experienced before, more than adequate for one
day. Adequate, that is, until I discover that the canine part has been just
the appetizer of this carnal feast. For now, I come to understand, I am to
service all these men, the farmer, my uncle, and the six guests. And after
witnessing the bizarre dog fucks they are all fired up to get a piece of
ass themselves.

What happens then makes me kinda hazy in my mind, because so much is
happening at once and in so many different ways. One guy is feeding me cock
and another is fucking me and then I'm licking off his cock while another
is already pumping my ass. Talk about feeling pussy. These guys are all
such macho studs, hung, hairy, and loaded -- plus the man smells are so
strong it seems as if you could cut he air with a knife. Meanwhile, there
is a running commentary among them on the proceedings, especially with them
calling me all the humiliating names men reserve for taunting faggots. I am
getting tired jaws and a sore rectum, but truth to tell I am so deliriously
happy, servicing these men any way they want, that I don't care about tired
or sore. It takes awhile, but they all fuck me and leave their seed in my
butt. Cum is seeping out in a stream and running down the inner side of my
thighs. Then they take me outside, make me kneel and they all piss on me. I
drink a good bit of it.

You'd think by now they'd be getting bored by the whole thing, after having
to wait their turn, and would be ready for something else. Amazingly,
though, they still aren't through with me. Back to the hay lined stall,
they stand around taking turns for a second round of fucking. It takes
longer this time, but eventually all have shot cum in my ass again. Having
started in mid-morning, it is now mid-afternoon. Frankly I am getting
hungry and thirsty. But no, here is my uncle offering them a third round.
Only three take him up on that, although one of them is my favorite of the
whole bunch, hugely muscular, hairy, and crazy hung. The last to fuck me,
he rams my ass so hard I can feel my bones rattle. He gets almost ready to
blow and then stops until the sensation subsides and starts up again,
edging over and over, as if he doesn't ever want to call it a day. I am
almost numb with ecstasy. Finally I feel him trembling and with a loud roar
he shoots his wad -- and so do I. He falls full weight on me, sweaty and
exhausted.

Meanwhile, as all this has been happening the others have been taking off
one by one. I've been hearing their pickups fire up and then take off down
the road. Even the farmer has gone back into his house. So when this dude
get off me he whacks me hard on the fanny and then makes a beeline inside
for his clothes. My uncle leads me outside and turns a hose on me, to clean
off the stench of men and the ooze of cum. The water is freakin' cold, but
it feels good after all I've been through. I dry off soon in the late
summer air and we go into the house to gather our clothes. After that we
say our goodbyes to the farmer and drive away. As we speed down the dirt
road my uncle looks at me and grins, "That farm was something else, hunh?"