Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 17:37:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baling Hay -- Chapter 6

                   Baling Hay - Chapter 6

The following work of fiction contains descriptions of
sexual acts between men, which may be inappropriate or
offensive for some readers. If you find explicit
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by Dick Cannon (dickcannontn@yahoo.com)

     I wasn't that surprised that Clark and his dad had been
playing for years. Of course, knowing that all of the
Ledbetter men were fucking and sucking each other, just
fueled my fantasies, as futile as it seemed, about my own
father. And that was what fired up my private masturbation
sessions, but being surrounded by hot, horny men all the
time, I didn't have many moments alone.
     I was fortunate that I was so young, and just when I
thought I couldn't get my dick hard one more time, the
energy came from somewhere and filled out my pecker again,
and I just followed it to the next willing, waiting, wet
hole.
     Sometimes it was Andy. A couple of times while we were
riding in the back of the truck after working out in the
field all day, he would grab my jeans, unbutton them, and
coax my peter to life, sucking me while his dad and Mike
were in the front seat, watching. By the time we got back to
the house, I had blasted a load down Andy's throat, and he
was shooting one down mine.
     Sometimes it was Mike. One Monday night, Dad had gone
out with some of the guys from his crew, but he had told me
and Mike to come home right after work and clean the house.
While I was bent over, scrubbing the bathtub, Mike spotted
my ass up in the air, covered only by a pair of thin cotton
boxers. He seized the opportunity to cop a feel of my ass.
When I turned, the knob of his cock was already leaking
fluid and poking through the fly of his boxers. I pushed his
shorts to the floor and engulfed the slippery head with my
mouth. Before Dad got home, I had given Mike one superior
blowjob while I sat on the edge of the tub, jerking my own
cock like mad until I came in thick white spurts across the
bathmat.
     Sometimes it was Bill. One morning, Bill and I drove
into town to get some tractor parts. The drive to town was
pretty bland. We talked about school, and what I was going
to do after I graduated in a few years. He seemed genuinely
interested about my plans. On the way back out to the farm,
Bill mentioned that he wanted to show me some farmland that
he was thinking about buying. As we drove along the bumpy
road, Bill pointed out different points of interest. Well,
to him, they were interesting; to me, they were just hills
and trees.
     "You really don't care, do ya, Danny?" Bill asked,
always with that smile. I shrugged. "I bet I got something
you'd care about even more."
     Bill pulled off to the side of the road and stopped the
truck. He got out and came around to my side, opening the
door. Shielded by the open truck door, he dropped his pants,
exposing his rock hard cock. I had been conditioned to
immediately to put in my mouth. I lay down in the truckseat
on my back so that he merely only needed to step forward to
slide the purple head and shaft along my face and into my
open mouth. A few minutes later, my pants were off and I was
straddling his cock, lowering my asshole so that he could be
all the way in me. He pumped my ass hard, thumping my
prostate and urging dick honey to trickle out of my cock and
flow down my shaft, over my balls and on to Bill's. It
didn't take long for him to flood my guts with buckets of
cum.
     Sometimes it was two of them, maybe Andy and Mike. Or
Andy and Bill. Or all four of us on the wooden dock on the
creek, or in the barnloft, or in the back of the truck. And
on occasion, Clark joined us down by the creek, easily
taking any cock offered to him. Even though I was so much
smaller than him, he enjoyed laying back, pulling his knees
to his fuzzy chest, and letting me feast on his sweaty ass.
And when he was good and wet, and his mouth was sufficiently
full of his father's or his brother's or my brother's prick,
he let me fuck him until I shot wad after wad of boycream
across his jerking hand, hard cock, and tight abdomen.
     So that was my summer. It was every young horny boy's
dream. And somewhere amidst the fucking and sucking, we
managed to work and work hard. Bill made sure that we earned
what he was paying us. And what was so great about the
summer is that Mike and I rarely had any opportunities to
spend our money. So Dad was pretty pleased with us too,
because he wasn't forking out cash every weekend.
     And it was the weekends that were boring. Being with
Andy, Mr. Ledbetter, Mike and sometimes Clark through the
week at least made for some fun and interesting times. But
it was the weekends that killed me. Yeah, sure, Mike and I
fooled around sometimes around the house, but we had to be
careful because most of the time Dad was home and we didn't
really have a whole lot of time to ourselves. So all I could
usually do was beat off in the shower, thinking about the
week to come. Naturally, that was pretty hot. My dick would
pop up at the slightest thought of any naked man - whether
it was my farmhand playmates or some guy in my gym class at
school or some actor I'd seen in a movie or on television or
especially Dad. And if I was in the shower.man!
     I loved to put my hands on the back wall of the shower
and stick my ass out to let the warm spray of water splash
against my smooth cheeks and trickle down my crack. If I
concentrated really hard, I could feel the water run across
my tight boypucker, and it just made my cock so fucking
hard! That's when I started fantasizing about Dad coming
into the bathroom to piss and finding me spread out like
Sunday dinner on the ground, against the back wall - one
hand madly jerking my cock and three fingers of my other
hand shoved up my ass, simulating what Dad's thick cock had
to feel like. With just a small squirt of conditioner in my
hand, I could lube up my dick and manage to get my butthole
all nice and slippery. Man, it just felt so great. In that
position it was too hard to stand, so I lay down in the tub,
placing my feet against the front wall, raising my ass off
the tub and giving myself easier access to my own fuckhole.
Of course, it wouldn't be long until I shot, squeezing my
white creamy load all over my stomach and pubes but it was
quickly washed off by the running water, which had gone cold
by now. And Mike would inevitably be banging at the bathroom
door, but he knew exactly what I was doing.
     The summer was quickly winding down and with about two
weeks before school started, I started putting together my
plan to get my father to fuck me. I knew it was twisted and
I knew it was fucked up - your own Dad fucking you, but I
figured, what the hell? Mike and I had been fucking. Mr.
Ledbetter and his two sons fucked. I figured the worst that
could happen was that Dad would kick me out (he'd never laid
a hand on Mike and me so I knew a beating was out of the
question). If he kicked me out, I thought Mr. Ledbetter
would take me in. So I at least had the back-up plan if it
didn't go well.
     A few nights after I got this brilliant idea, Mike and
I were fooling around in our room. Dad was sound asleep in
his room. As a matter of fact, we could hear him snoring. I
could anyway. Mike probably couldn't as my thighs were
clamped around his head while he was giving my asshole a
good tongue-fucking.
     "Hey, Mike," I whispered, but he didn't hear me. I
tapped him on the head, and he looked up at me across my
hard cock, his lips and cheeks wet with his own spit.
     "Yeah?"
     "I got an idea I want to run by you."
     "Ohhh, something we ain't done before?"
     "Nothing like that. I want to have sex with Dad."
     "Ain't gonna happen," Mike said and buried his tongue
in my ass again.
     "Listen to me. I think so. Dad doesn't ever have sex so
he's gotta be horny as hell. I've got a plan but I need your
help."
     Mike stopped licking my asshole long enough to listen.
     "So what do you think?" I asked.
     "Let's try it."

                            * * *

     It took a few days to work the details out, and figure
out what Dad's schedule was going to be. I needed him out of
the house for a while, and I needed him interested in what
Mike and I were doing. Part One of the plan involved baiting
him.
     For a week prior, Mike and I turned it on big time -
wearing cutoffs, going with no shirts, leaving the bathroom
door opened when we pissed or shower, intentionally
selecting television shows with lots of sex or movies with
sexy plots. Mike even borrowed a straight porn tape from Mr.
Ledbetter and left it in the VCR for Dad to find.
     Mike and I took the truck into one night to pick up
some stuff for dinner while Dad was at home in the hopes
that he would find the tape. Sure enough, when we came in,
we heard some commotion in the den and Dad met us at the
backdoor, acting very nervous, and there was a bulge in his
shorts. When Dad wasn't looking, Mike shot me a sly smile.
     The videotape turned out to be just the bait we needed.
That night over dinner, Dad was very fidgety, so Mike took
advantage of the situation.
     "Dad, you okay?" Mike said. "You're acting funny."
     "Oh, umm, yeah, I'm fine," Dad kind of stammered
around.  "Well actually I want to ask you boys about
something."
     "Sure Dad," Mike answered as if there wasn't a care in
the world. I was glad he had bought in to my little scheme.
"What's on your mind?"
     "Well, while you boys were gone to the store, I found
something in the VCR." Mike tried to look surprised and very
interested in what Dad was saying.
     "What was it, Dad?"
     "It was a videotape. An - umm - well you know -- an
adult video."
     Right on cue, Mike's jaw dropped.
     "Oh Dad, I'm so sorry. I forgot and left it in the
VCR."
     "Mike, Mike. It's okay. I know you boys are growing up
and things are happening to your bodies, and you're starting
to have some feelings. And it's perfectly acceptable in this
house to take care of things as you need to.if you know what
I mean. Now I know I haven't exactly explained the facts of
life, but you boys are old enough now to know. Hell, you
probably know more than I do."
     Dad's voice trailed off and he continued to push the
leftovers around on his plates. Mike and I looked at each
other and then to Dad and back to each other, trying to make
sense of what was going on.
     "Well," Dad caught his second wind, "at any rate, I
understand that you boys get horny sometimes, and you have a
healthy interest in sex. I do. I always have, but with your
mom gone, it's hard..."
     Mike and I tried to stifle our giggles at Dad's
unintended pun.
     "Er, I mean difficult, boys. I meant difficult," Dad's
backpedaling only made our giggles worse and he tried to be
forceful. "Now come on. Stop playing around. This is a
serious matter I'm trying to talk about." But even Dad was
unsuccessfully trying to hide a grin. It took a few minutes
for us to get it pulled together.
     "All I'm trying to say is that if you want to watch
porn in this house, it's okay. Now, that has been said, you
boys get to clean up the kitchen."
     Things were going better than I had expected and our
plan was falling into place sooner than we had imagined. As
a matter of fact, tonight might be the night.
     After we had cleaned the kitchen, we all hit the den to
watch some television. I brought Dad a beer and he flipped
through the channels, coasting through baseball games,
sitcoms, movies-of-the-week, and music videos.
     "Doesn't look like there's anything on worth watching,
Dad," Mike said.
     "Here." Dad tossed the remote to Mike. "You find
something." Unseen to Dad, Mike caught my eye and hit "play"
on the remote. The television screen flickered and came to
life with Technicolor sex. A blonde with enormous tits,
dressed in a red lacy bra and garters, was wrapping her high-
whore red lips around a monster cock.
     "How about this, Dad?" Mike asked.
     Dad shifted uncomfortably in the recliner, but I think
his libido was getting the best of him because he nodded and
said it was fine.
     On our family television, the blonde kept sucking cock,
and reaching back between her thighs to spread her puffy
pussy lips, sinking first one, then two fingers deep in her
snatch. I really could have cared less about her and more
about the guy. He was tall, dark, and fucking handsome, with
dark, curly hair spreading across his chest and trickling
down over his stomach until it merged with his neatly
trimmed pubes. He was the one that got me going and my dick
was starting to show it.
     A few minutes later, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome was
pounding the blonde from behind, long-dicking her cunt, when
his friend entered the room. The friend was the complete
opposite - smooth and blond - but with a much bigger cock
which he planted square in the bitch's mouth.
     Mike was not-so-discreetly shifting his erection around
his jeans. Dad was quiet, sipping on the Bud Light longneck,
but there was definitely an obvious bulge growing in the
crotch of his shorts. And me. well I was just so fucking
excited I thought I'd blow all over myself before I even got
naked. Then, something happened that I didn't even expect.
     Dad set his beer bottle down on the end table and stood
up. Looking right at me and Mike, he pulled his t-shirt over
his head, revealing the torso that I had wet-dreamt about.
Dark hair swirled around in delicious clouds. Tight little
pink nipples surfaced. He tossed his t-shirt on the back of
the recliner, and my breath caught in my throat as he
clutched the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down.
Absolutely no warning or embarrassment. His hard cock
snapped up against his pubes, and he gently tugged his nuts
while still looking at Mike and me, and then sat back down.
Not a word to either of us. He just got naked.
     He resumed drinking his beer and watching the movie
where now both guys were slamming the girl hard from both
ends. I think both Mike and I were dumbfounded because we
certainly didn't anticipate this. Soon Dad began to idly
stroke his cock, which was pointing straight up. Mine felt
like it was about to pop, and I decided there wasn't one
more second to lose.
     I stood on shaky legs and took a few short steps to
where Dad sat, hairy legs spread and slowly moving his hand
up and down on his meat. It was beautiful, everything I had
hoped it would be. It had to have been about eight inches.
Not exactly thin but not exactly thick either. A small drop
of precum rested in the tip, highlighted by only the light
of the television. Mike was now watching us intently instead
of the movie. I stole one quick glance at Dad. He nodded and
I sank to my knees in front of him.
     His cock loomed heavily above my head. I looked up but
all I could see was Dad's full ballsac, covered thickly with
dark curly hair. Dad grasped the base of his dick and pushed
the tip down toward my face. In just a few seconds, I would
have my Dad's prick in my mouth. I eased up to it and stuck
my tongue out, watching Dad's lusty eyes the whole time. He
was focused on me, waiting intensely while I moved my tongue
closer and closer to the tip of his dripping dick. His own
mouth was in anticipation, mocking me as I moved closer. And
that's when I made contact.
     Dad moaned as I moved my tongue across his tender
cockhead, lapping up the precum that was now flowing freely.
I tightened my lips around his rod and slid down as far as I
could take it. The summer's activities had prepared me for
this and I was able to go all the way down. Dad tossed his
head back.
     "Oh yeah, Danny. Suck my cock for me."
     Hearing my father urging me on just fueled me even
more. I tightened the grip my mouth had on his dick, and
quickened my strokes. Spit was running out of the sides of
my mouth, down his shaft and coating his balls. I heard Mike
moving around in the room. I turned my head to see what he
was doing and he was standing there stark naked, his boner
standing straight up.
     Mike moved to the side of Dad's recliner, offering him
his cock, which Dad took without a second thought. Dad
opened his mouth wide and Mike slid his beautiful dick
inside Dad's lips. While Dad was sucking Mike's cock, I took
the opportunity to take off my clothes and free my raging
boy meat. Once I was naked, I knelt again in front of Dad
and pushed his knees toward his chest to tongue-fuck his
hairy asshole. Once I made contact with the rubbery, musky
pucker, Dad moaned around his eldest son's prick. I pulled
his asscheeks apart and dove my tongue even further, doing
my best to push it past his tight sphincter. I licked his
ass like there was no tomorrow, getting him so hot that he
just had to fuck me. Both Dad and Mike were moaning - Mike
from the superb blowjob he was getting from Dad, Dad from
the superb rimjob I was giving him.
     Dad's broad chest was heaving. He was grunting and a
thin film of sweat covered his forehead, his face and his
hairy torso. I knew he was hot now. So I lay back on the
carpet and pulled my knees to my chest, spreading my legs so
that Dad could see my own butthole. While I watched Dad roll
Mike's balls around in his mouth and jerk his cock, I jerked
my own and slid a finger inside my ass.
     "Dad, I want you in me," I said.
     "You got it, kiddo."
     He joined me on the floor and raised my lower body to
his face where he could wet my pucker with his spit, getting
it ready for his meat. Mike came around and squatted over my
face so that I could taste his delicious ass. Dad lowered me
when I was good and slick, spread my legs and pressed the
head of his cock against my asshole. I started to hunch my
ass against him, craving the feeling of being full of my
father's hot dick. Slowly, his meat started to creep into my
crevice.
     "Ohhh, yeah Dad. That's what I want. Put it in me."
     "Hold your horses. I've been waiting a long time for
this. I want it to last."
     As much as I wanted to respect Dad's wishes, I couldn't
wait. I lunged violently and swallowed his pulsing meat all
the way to the pubes. It was more than I had expected and I
howled into Mike's slippery ass. The cockhead landed
squarely on my hot button and instantly a gob of precum
squirted out of my cock and trickled down the shaft.
     "Damn, boy! Do you like that?"
     "Yeah, Dad. I love feeling a cock in my ass!"
     Dad started to move in and out of my asshole, and with
each downthrust, he pushed the head of his cock against my
prostate, milking more of the clear fluid out of my rock-
hard pecker. The natural lubricant was flowing like piss,
coating my shaft and my nuts. It was a delicious chain
reaction. Each time Dad fucked against the knot inside my
ass, I leaked and moaned into Mike's ass, and apparently he
liked the vibration of my lips against his slicked-up
pucker, because he moaned too.
     My lubed up cock must have looked pretty tasty to Mike
because he leaned over and swallowed it in one gulp,
greedily sucking down the precum.
     "Hey Mike, give me some of that," Dad said.
     Mike gripped my dick and squeezed out a massive glob of
precum and took it gently into his mouth, pooling it on the
tip of his tongue. Dad has his mouth open and tongue out
like a baby bird. Mike kissed Dad, sharing a taste of
brother and son.
     "Yum. That was delicious." Dad grinned and then plowed
into my ass with renewed fervor. He was a great ass jockey,
riding me like a runaway racehorse. Mike was grinding his
ass into my mouth and I was sticking as much of my tongue in
him as I could, tasting him deeper and deeper. He was
stroking his cock viciously, making his balls swing against
my chin.
     "Yeah, Danny, fuck yeah," Dad drilled further into my
ass, slamming it hard. "I'm gonna fill you ass full of cum!
Holy mother fuck, yeah!"
     And he was going to make me cum without even touching
my dick. And then he lunged, burying his meat inside me, and
froze.
     "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!"
     I felt the warm cum explode inside my ass and splash
against my prostate. Seeing Dad enjoy fucking me put me over
the edge, and I felt the jizz begin to shoot from my dick.
The cockcream arched out of my dick and began to rain on the
three of us. I had never cum so hard in my life! Cum shot
like a rocket and landed on Dad's shoulder, my stomach,
Mike's thighs, and the carpet surrounding us.
     Then it was Mike's turn and it didn't take long for him
to fire a load across my chest and stomach, and score a wad
in the thick hair covering Dad's heaving stomach where it
trickled down to his full pubic bush, mingling with his cum
that was oozing out of my ass.
     I was in heaven. The summer was over in just a few
days, but my life was just beginning. Already I was starting
to look forward to what was to come in the fall, and our
next job.

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