Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 20:15:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baling Hay - Part 2

Baling Hay - Chapter 2

(Usual disclaimer applies)
This is a work of fiction.

by Dick Cannon (dickcannontn@yahoo.com)

	When we got home that afternoon, Dad was especially interested in
how our first day at work went.  Mike and I were vague, of course, about
how the day went.

"Fine," was all Mike could muster. Dad just kind of looked at us funny
because we were so quiet.  After the events in the loft that day, I was
ready to sleep like an angel on a cloud. As we undressed for bed, Mike
seemed rather embarrassed, sleeping in his underwear, which was odd for
him. He was fairly wordless and seemed very reluctant to talk about what
had happened that day. But me, I couldn't wait for what the next day would
bring.

It wasn't long before Mike's breathing became deep and rhythmic, telling me
that he was already sound asleep. Me, on the other hand, I couldn't stop
thinking about Andy sucking Mike's cock, and how big Mike's cock was, and
Andy sucking my cock, and Mike licking my ass, and then me sucking Mr.
Ledbetter's cock while he tongue fucked me. Mr. Ledbetter fucking me. It
was my first taste of dick, and my first fuck and I loved it. By now, my
cock was rock hard again, much like it had been all afternoon.

Normally, I didn't jerk off in the same room with Mike. I was afraid I
would get caught, so I usually saved it for the shower, using the shampoo
or soap as lube, and spraying my load all over the shower wall. Tonight, I
was feeling a little more brave, and threw back the blanket on my bed,
exposing the lower half of my body.

My dick was rigid and pointing straight up toward my bellybutton. I grasped
it and slipped a finger along the piss slit, collecting the drop of precum
that was already there. And, of course, I tasted it and wet my finger to
swirl around the my cockhead. And while my finger was still wet with precum
and spit, I spread my legs even farther and found my asshole, just behind
my balls. It was still puffy and tender from the fucking I had gotten just
a few hours earlier from Mr. Ledbetter. While I was busy jerking my cock
with one hand, the other was busy pushing one finger against my ass and
into my ass. With my eyes closed, I was able to replay my favorite parts of
the afternoon's real-life porn movie.

I opened my eyes to watch my cock, but instead I found Mike standing next
to my bed, pulling on his cock with one hand, and pinching his left nipple
with the other.

"You're still horny, huh?" Mike said. "Me too, bro." With that, he plunged
face first into my crotch, swallowing my cock in great gulp. He climbed
onto the bed without losing his lips' grip on my dick and pushed my knees
further apart with his hairy legs.

	His head was bobbing with the intensity of a madman while he was
furiously fisting his own dick.  The suction his mouth had created around
my prick was unreal. It felt like he was trying to pull my entire body into
his throat. Mike's spit was running down the shaft and trickling over my
nuts. Using some of that spit, he massaged it into my asshole with first
one finger and then another. Then in an unexpected move, my brother pulled
off my cock, moved up my body and placed the spit-slick head of my dick on
his tight puckered asshole.
	"How's this, little brother?" Mike asked, out of breath and
forehead damp with sweat. "You think you can fuck my ass? You think you can
plow it like a man?"
	I didn't have to answer. I hunched my hips up and my juicy cock
slid effortlessly into Mike's tight shitter.
	"Fuck yeah! Oh, fucking A, Danny! Tear this ass up!"
	Mike was being a little loud and I was concerned that we might wake
Dad. Hell, not concerned, scared, but not scared enough to stop fucking
him.
	By now, Mike was really bouncing on my cock and I was going deeper
and deeper into his bowels.  The smell of sex was pretty heavy in the
bedroom. And I was determined that I was gonna fuck the living hell out of
my brother - the way I wanted it.
	I flipped him backward without disconnecting my prong from his ass
and grabbed his ankles, pushing his legs further back so that I could watch
my cock pound into his hairy ass. Mike's head was hanging off the end of
the bed but he continued to jerk his rod. He was moaning and gasping, and I
knew he was getting pretty close. That's when I threw all I had into it,
fucking him faster. We were sweaty and his asshole was making squishy
noises from all the spit and buttslime.
	"Oh yeah Danny! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me til I come!" He took his
hand off his cock, and I watched it bounce with my thrusts. Mike was biting
his bottom lip. And just then Mike growled and thick white ropes of cum
started to spew from the tip of his cock, shooting up across his tight
hairy stomach.  Three, four, five volleys before Mike took his dick in hand
and milked one or two more out of it.
	I had held mine in long enough. His tight ass had been squeezing my
cock and I had had enough. I was ready to come. I pulled out of his juicy
ass and finished off to a climax that scored its first shot over Mike's
torso and in the hollow of his neck. The second landed between his
nipples. The third on his navel, and the fourth trickled down on his cock.
	I was breathing pretty heavily and shuddering quite a bit between
Mike's legs. He scooped up some of the cum that had puddled on his torso
and let it slid onto his tongue.
	"Fuck, little brother," Mike said, savoring the taste of our
blended cums. "You are definitely a hot little fucker."
	I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, satisfied, sweaty. Mike got up
and pulled a t-shirt from the floor to wipe the cum from his chest, and
then he collapsed on his bed.
	At just that moment, we heard Dad coming down the hall to our
room. Mike and I scrambled to put ourselves to sleep, just in time for Dad
to open the door, allowing light from the hallway to spill into the room.

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