Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2016 16:33:14 +0000 (GMT)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Mennonite Tight

MENNONITE TIGHT
By Zachyboy
with special guest author Benjamin Thurmond
M/b, oral, anal

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This story is a work of fiction. Benj and I laid the groundwork, but we'll
leave the particular masturbatory details entirely up to you. Feel free to
grab your nearest bottle of lube or hand lotion for optimal pleasure. If
it's illegal to read this story where you live, it sort of begs the
question, what are you doing here? As always, no actual children were
touched, sucked, licked or ding-donged during the making of this motion
picture.

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CHAPTER 1. THE MEETING

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I was excited. My dick was already hard in my pants at the diner where I
was finishing dinner with their wizened, bearded father. He wasn't old by
any means, but his face was creased with hard work. The Mennonite way. It
was a face out of time. He wore a clean white shirt, work pants and
suspenders. The iPhone in front of him seemed like an anomaly.

I was his email friend and boned-up outsider, finally showing up here via
his longstanding invitation. And Eli was about to take me home to meet his
two young sons.

Samuel was 13 years, 6 months and 22 days old the day I first met
him. Caleb was 10 years old, 6 months and 29 days. I asked Eli for their
birth dates because I wanted to know what I was getting
into. Ten-and-a-half. Thirteen-and-a-half. Couldn't be better.

Eli pushed the remains of his meal aside, a roast beef sandwich and mashed
potatoes, and took another sip of the hot coffee the waitress had just
refilled.

He'd been giving me a rundown on his boys and the Mennonite community they
lived in. Verbal notes on how to proceed with these sweet and utter
mysteries to me, these beautiful country boys of his. We were in a corner
of the nearly empty diner, and far from anyone overhearing us. I waited for
the waitress to retreat.

"And they know what I'm coming for?" I asked him, to clarify. "They know
it's all the way tonight."

"Oh yes," he chuckled. "They know you're coming here to put some seed up
their rumps. They're good boys. They know what to do. It's been fully
explained."

He was so calm and matter-of-fact about it, I had to stop and sip my
water. That was the deal, essentially. That I'd come here to spend a night
with his two boys, and a few days later, he'd drive up to my home state and
spend a night with mine.

We were both single dads. His status in that regard was achieved via death,
mine via divorce. But the results were the same. Two boys apiece who kept
us warm at night. Mine were staying with my sister. His later prize. His
were at his house two miles up the road, waiting for me to spend the night
and fuck them. A fair trade. Even Steven.

"How can you tell an Amish boy from a Mennonite boy?" I asked Eli simply,
but the minute the words were out of my mouth, I realized it sounded like
the start of a corny riddle, a bad joke, "two Amish boys walk into a bar,"
not my intention.

I showed him a picture of some Amish or Mennonite boys I'd picked up on a
tourist brochure at the welcome center further north on the interstate.

"Ah," he said, looking it over. "I've seen this one. For the farmers market
in the next county. These are Mennonite boys. Amish folks usually object to
their pictures being taken, and these boys' hats are a bit too liberal."

"Liberal?" I smiled. "They're right out of Norman Rockwell meets Little
House on the Prairie."

He smiled patiently. I'm sure he'd heard it all before.

"Either way," he said. "Amish boys, Mennonite boys, you're dealing with a
whole different breed. As opposed to your usual city-bred, sophisticated
boys."

I nodded. He continued.

"Let's use Samuel and Caleb, for example. Since you'll soon be using them
yourself."

I took another sip of my water. I could feel my cock already leaking in my
pants.

"Approach them quietly," he said quietly. "Mennonite boys tend to be
quieter, and they're often quite trusting."

I nodded. Across the diner, the waitress and the fry cook chatted until
another pair of customers came in and sat down far opposite from the two of
us.

"What do I do with them?" I asked him sincerely. "I mean, I know you've
done it with both of them already." He smiled and gently nodded. "But how
do I start? To not spook them. To keep them comfortable."

He looked thoughtful.

"Take your fingers and gently touch their cheeks. Let them get used to
you. Feel their smooth skin on your fingertips."

"Often as you do this their mouths will begin to open. It's okay to run
your finger across their lips. Caleb may open up wider for you. Samuel may
freeze a little. He's bigger, and he's used to getting it a little
harder. But it's all just opening jitters until that excited little boy
blood flow swings down to their groins and fills up their little
cocks. Trust me. They like it good enough as soon as you get them going."

"I can't wait to do this," I told him honestly. "I can't believe you're
letting me."

He nodded. "I'll be up to visit your boys on the weekend," he
smiled. "Turnabout's fair play."

I reached under the booth and rubbed my hard cock through my pants. He
watched me and put a hand down to touch his own. My boys knew he'd be
coming too. Cole was excited. Devin was really excited.

"At this point," Eli continued, "you might lightly touch their upper
arms. Feel them shiver. You might remind them that you think they're
fine-looking boys. That they're so strong, and especially for Samuel, so
much like a man. That'll get him hard in a heartbeat."

I made a mental note of it.

"You might be wondering if you should kiss their pretty mouths," he said
with a wistful smile. "If you feel so motivated, you might start with
kissing their forehead, since they're smaller than you anyway. You'll be
able to gauge their reaction and move down to taste their lips when they're
ready. The do have sweet little mouths for kissing. You take your time and
taste them all you want."

We were both clearly rubbing our penises now under the table, far out of
sight of anyone else in the almost empty diner. It was a subtle
self-rubbing, but we both understood we were doing it.

"Move your hand back up to their face," he instructed. "Gently hold them as
you move down and press your lips against theirs. Taste them...let them
taste you. Samuel will be unsure of himself with a new man; you'll have to
be sure enough for the two of you. Caleb will be very curious, and you may
have to tongue wrestle with him for a bit. Force your tongue in there if
you need to. If he giggles, that's a good sign."

"My dick is so hard right now," I told him quietly.

"Mine too," he nodded. "I wish I could watch you breed my boys."

"Next visit," I reminded him, for that was the deal. Privacy on the first
round of swapping. Then later, we'll all get together on a camping
trip. All six of us. Two men and their boys.

"Now," he said. "The main part of your work. Drop your hand down to
Samuel's back. Feel those denim-covered shoulder blades. Gotta remove that
denim. Keep running your hand up and down his back and get him used to it,
that'll keep him calm and excited at the same time."

"If you're in a hurry and half to get inside him quick, you may need to
begin pulling the suspenders off his shoulders yourself. But don't rush
it. As the bib flaps fall, take a moment to feel my boy's back again, and
notice how soft it feels through his cotton shirt. Feel his sides. You'll
probably feel his ribs. Sweet heaven, he has pretty ribs. Then you can
start to tug his pants down."

I think I moaned a little in spite of myself. I took my hand off my cock,
fearing I might cum if I kept rubbing myself listening to his advice.

"Remember," he said, "there's no rush for time. You'll be in Caleb's or
Samuel's bedroom, or with both boys in mine if you want, and you know that
I sure as hell ain't gonna show up and stop you. I'll be at the motel down
the highway all night long, jacking off and thinking what you're doing to
them."

We both chuckled.

"What you could do is this," he said. "After you feel my boy's
denim-covered back, drop your hands down to his pert little boy
butt. Forgive me Jesus, but that's a sweet little butt."

I didn't know if he was talking about Samuel or Caleb at this point, but it
didn't really matter. By the time the night was over, I planned on fucking
them both. More than once if my cock held out and they let me.

"Gently squeeze those ass cheeks and his hips of his."

Eli's eyes were closed as if he were dreaming it all out in his head. I
admired his ability to spin a yarn and imperceptibly stroke his own cock
under the booth without anybody seeing him.

"Move your hands back up his sides and to the top of his overalls to unsnap
the bibs."

His breathing was quickening.

"Very often Mennonite boys like Samuel will be wearing pants with
suspenders, not bibs. In this case adjust so that you're unsnapping his
suspenders at the waist. The overall effect will be the same."

I nodded.

"Be sure to remind him how good looking he is. Strong. Believe me, he loves
this. You'll notice right away how excited he's becoming when you tell him
he's strong. It may produce some perspiration when you tell him. It comes
from his pits. And his pants. Musky. Like cock. Inhale. Enjoy."

"If you're in a hurry to breed him – and you might be that first time –
hell, that boy drives me wild, and I know sometimes I need to get inside
him fast – you'll want to push down his trousers or overalls down and
have him suck your cock until it's wet. He'll know how to lube it and where
I keep the butt lube, and he'll get straight to work on you. If you need
him quick, he'll let you do him quick."

"But if you have the time, you will want to unbutton the shirt. Mennonite
boys have button shirts, often buttoned all the way up to neck. Samuel's
will be. Start from the top and work your way down. If you're orally
inclined, you might take the time to check out his nips and see how
sensitive they are for you. He likes when I nurse on them a bit, but I'm
his dad. Let's see if he likes you latched on too. If you're into a boy's
armpits, then this is your chance to check them out. He's a bit ticklish,
but he moans when you suck them, especially if you're touching anything
else in the downstairs region, front or back.

"During this time, either of the boys may start to get excited and anxious,
especially Caleb. You may need to hold him in place. One hand on his upper
back, the other firmly placed on lower back or his hindquarters. You may
also get the impression of that hard little cock of his pressing up against
you. Both boys get real hard when they're ready to get their hinders
filled. It just comes to them naturally. And they'll stay hard the whole
time you're fucking them."

I barely had the ability to speak, hearing him speak so matter-of-factly
about inseminating his boys.

"Especially with Samuel," he said, slowing down the stroking movements
inside his pants, "holding him is important for two reasons. First, he
might swoon. The blood is leaving his big head and moving to his little
head. Or two, there may be an element of guilt for actually feeling good
with someone other than his dad. Your job is to move ahead and remind him
he's feeling good, and his dad says this is all okay."

I nodded, reminding myself to reassure him.

"You'll have to decide if you want to suck him first or if he'll suck
you. He'll give or receive it no trouble at all. Both boys do a fine
job. Been sucking me for years. Just go ahead and push their pants
down. You know what you're doing from there."

"Most Mennonite boys aren't circumcised, but Samuel and Caleb are. It's
likely they've been working hard and are still plenty sweaty. They both
have after school jobs. You'll have to deal with these factors. Have them
clean up in the washroom, or clean them up yourself. Makes no difference to
them. They won't get their feelings hurt if you ask them to quick use a
washcloth."

"Oh no," I said hoarsely, surprised at the level of lust in the way my
voice cracked. "I want them sweaty. Sweaty is fine."

"Good," he chuckled. "In that case, make sure you give them a good tongue
bath on their scrotums and their glans and their shaft. Caleb
especially. That little boy's got plenty of flavor for you."

That time I did moan softly. The waitress came back to refill our coffee
cups again, so we stopped momentarily. After she left, Eli continued.

"With both boys, this is their first opportunity to give a blow job to an
adult man other than their dad. Now they've sucked their little friends
some. Out behind the barn, plenty of boy sucking goes on, believe me, but
you'll be their first man, other than me."

I nodded.

"At this point, you may be dealing with a whole lot of variables ranging
from guilt, to their ability to understand what to do with a new cock that
big, to being on the verge of swooning, to fear of being able to deep
throat it proper like they know I expect them to do. Caleb's going to go
down farther on you, because he's a funny boy and he likes the
adventure. Samuel's older, ironically and a little more reserved, so likely
to be the one who's going to gag a little at first. But you keep on him and
hold his mouth in place. He'll adapt. He's a good boy."

Taking a quick look for the waitress, Eli put his hands back down his pants
and began slowly squeezing himself again. I could tell by the way the
muscle in his arm flexed.

"Samuel will be shy at first. He'll need some coaxing. You may have to take
a firm hold on his shoulders to get him to drop to his knees. Assure him
it's okay. Tell him he's doing fine. Tell him to get down there and do it
for you. Tell him his daddy said so if you have to. But treat him kind. Ask
him please."

His eyes closed as he continued to stroke himself.

"Presumably, you've already took the hat off his head. If not, do it now,
and holding him securely by the hair, brush your cock head across his lips.

Eli worked out the dialogue in his mind, and it made me hot to hear his
voice go hoarse.

"It's okay...taste it...yeah...leave some precum on his lip...you can do
it...place your cockhead right at the center. Good boy. Push it at his lips
a little. Oh, yeah. Suck on it, Samuel. Eat it, son..."

"Should I cum in his mouth or pull out," I asked him quietly.

"It's a matter of personal preference, I suppose. Watch him swallow it, or
squirt it on his face. I prefer to feed it to him. Why deprive a boy the
protein? Waste not, want not."

"And the penetration?" I asked him, and I saw him shiver. "Deflowering your
boys with another man's dick? Fucking their little holes with my big cock?"

"Oh, shit," he whispered under his breath. "Shit."

He brought his hand up to his mouth and I could see him actually wet his
palm with his own saliva before he put it back down his pants. He took a
deep breath and continued.

"You'll want to get those trousers and those bibs all the way off. If you
want to breed their little holes country style, you take them out into the
barn and have them bend over some hay bales for you. I've done that
plenty. Or if you prefer it indoors, lay them both spread out across their
beds. Do the boys a favor and get their buttholes good and wet. Yeah,
you'll smell those boyish odors coming off them just like opening the door
to the furnace, but you get down there and lick it all up. It's all just
part of the experience, all that good flavor."

My cock was straining in my pants. Literally oozing pre-cum at this point.

"Caleb may giggle when you eat his hole," he said, quickening his pace
under the table. "Samuel may continue to protest a little. But you dive
in. Best taste in the world, my friend. My boys' asses taste like pure
heaven down there. You chow right down and help them relax. You know what
to do. Same thing I'm gonna do with your sweet boys."

"And when I stick it in them?" I asked, and I heard him moan softly,
imagining it. "When I put my cock in their asses?"

"There'll undoubtedly be a yelp," he said. "After all, you've got a big
dick and they've got little asses. But they've done this plenty of times,
remember, so don't be shy. After a few inches of that big dick in their
butts, nature'll take its course. They'll know what to do. They'll ride you
like a sweet summer storm."

He was stroking earnestly now, and I was worried the waitress might come
back.

"Shoot inside them, or pull out?" I asked him quickly, darting my eyes
around. Hoping to help him cum before we were caught.

"Oh shit," he breathed helplessly, quacking his cock pace. "Again, it's a
matter of preference and what you want to see. If it's Caleb, go
shallow. He's a little tight one. But as for Samuel..."

And at this point he was squinting his eyes shut and trying to finish.

"By all means...you shove it balls deep into that...unngh...sweet little
pussy of his and you...unngh...you fill up his little-boy tummy..."

He froze. Shuddered. Grunted deeply.

"UNNNGGH," he shivered, and I knew he'd just cum in his own pants,
imagining me fucking his boys.

He stopped for a moment. Collected his wits and caught his breath. Opened
his eyes.

"Damn," he whispered. "That was good. I needed that. Thank you."

I nodded. "Of course."

"I'll be at the motel up the highway tonight," he told me, taking his hand
out of his pants and wiping his hand on his handkerchief.

"You come and get me if you need backup," he smiled. "Or you send me a
text."

He picked up his phone. The two of them, Mennonite man and his
iPhone. Anachronisms abounded.

"I'll fuck one of those boys right next to you," he said in all
seriousness. "Legs in the air, over our shoulders, side by side, making
them squeal."

He shivered again, as if imagining it. He looked down at the silver dollar
sized wet spot of pre-cum that was clearly showing through my pants. "Looks
like that dam's ready to burst," he said. "Sure you don't want a backup,
friend?"

"Next time," I told him. "Tonight it's just me and your boys."

He took out an old weather-beaten wallet and fished out a twenty, which he
left on the table, check undelivered and sight unseen. The country way.

"Have some fun now," he said, nodding toward my dick again.

I shook his hand. It felt warm and sticky. It was the hand he'd just cum
on.

"Do my boys up good and proper," he said, reaching for his hat. "They need
it something fierce."

"Oh, I will," I promised him. "I'm gonna do your boys up nice and fine."

"They're up at the house," he said. "They'll know what you're there
for. They seen your picture. I told them."

And with a tip of his wide-brimmed Mennonite hat, we walked across the
diner, the bells on the door jingled on our way out and the waitress
hollered after us, "Thanks, Eli. You all have a good night now, hear me?"

I smiled to myself as Eli and I parted ways...him to the motel up the
highway and me to his house to make my peace with his fine, naked boys.

This was Mennonite country. And I was about to be inside it, balls deep.

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TO BE CONTINUED in a six-part story arc.

Chapter 1: The Meeting
Chapter 2: With Samuel
Chapter 3: With Caleb
Chapter 4: With Cole
Chapter 5: With Devin
Chapter 6: All Together Now

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Benjamin Thurmond's other fine stories on Nifty include:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/lost-in-space-deleted-scenes
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/my-buddys-kids/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/barnyard-fun
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/a-fathers-fantasies/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/im-the-guy
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/tales-from-the-male-bag/secret-world-of-little-league-boy

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