Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2016 10:39:28 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Mennonite Tight 4

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 4. WITH COLE

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My son Cole was 14 years, 2 months and 16 days old when Eli fucked him.
Now, that's no groundbreaker up Cole's ass by any means. I've been fucking
him since he was 10-years-old, a year younger than his little brother Devin
is right now. And right from the start I've had fantasies of sharing him.
Both my boys, actually.

There's this fantasy I've had for a long, long time where Cole comes along
with me to a favorite haunt of mine down the interstate I used to frequent
back when men were still as interesting as boys are to me now. Days long
gone, I'm afraid. Only in the fantasy, Cole's just a young thing. 9 if he's
a day (and even that's rounding up), and cute as a goddamn button.

And in the fantasy, Cole and I, well, we take the opportunity to...uh...
"help" at the truck stop over across the way. Kind of a personal mission,
you might say.

In the fantasy, I want to raise little Cole to appreciate what he can do
for others. So, in the fantasy, I have the opportunity to introduce him to
a truck driver. Take your pick. Any big, burly one will do. One horny
enough to fuck a big cock up a little boy's hole if his father gives him
permission.

And you know, why not? Those men do so much to keep America moving. Lot of
times they're really tired when they get to the truck stop and all they've
got to look forward to is coffee and fries. Why not do our part to send
them on their way with their sacks drained and their cocks happy, right?
Seems reciprocal enough. Seems like a damn fair trade.

In my fantasy, littel Cole and I invite a trucker to our table, and little
Cole is making him laugh. They're becoming fast friends. Then the trucker
says, "How'd you like to see the inside of my big rig, Handsome?" In my
fantasy, he calls Cole "Handsome."

And before you know it, we're walking across the lot and getting in the cab
of this semi. I sit on the passenger side, but the trucker's already
excited and he wants to have Cole sit on his lap. And I'm excited to watch
Cole climb onto him. You know those guys are so lonely out on the road, and
it means a lot to them to have a young boy close and friendly. And it makes
me hard to see Cole sitting on another man's lap, the same way it does out
here in real life. I get excited when I think another man's hard cock might
be pressing into my son's clad ass crack. I get really excited.

In my fantasy, Cole gets to touch the steering wheel and gear shift, so
it's only fair that the nice truck driver gets to touch Cole.

"You don't mind do you?" the driver asks me politely as his hands begin to
molest my boy.

I'm already rubbing my cock watching him caress my boy, and all I can do is
croak out, "Please. Go ahead. Take what you need from him." And in my
fantasy, I pull my cock out and start stroking myself as this big man, this
total stranger starts to make red hot sex love to my boy.

I watch as this guy's hands work their way under Cole's shirt, feeling his
tummy...baby nips...scratching his back. Cole giggles at that.

In my fantasy, I tell Cole, "Let the man make you feel good, Coley. Daddy's
gonna jack off now while the big man makes you feel good."

I'll give him ice cream, I think in my fantasy. Just let him get through
this first fuck from a stranger, and I swear to God, I'll buy the boy ice
cream. All he wants. All month long.

Then the trucker lifts off his shirt, tosses it in back, and presses his
lips against my boy's neck and licks and kisses him. Again, Cole giggles
and reaches his little hand up to feel the trucker's five o'clock shadow.

Then the diver asks Cole, "Would you give me a kiss, Handsome?" And damned
if Cole doesn't.

Those two start kissing like you wouldn't believe. This guy got a barely
9-year-old boy to suck on his tongue and accept a grown-up's tongue in his
mouth.

All of a sudden the trucker stops and says to me, "I gotta take this boy in
back...I gotta fuck your boy, mister."

And with that, he picks Cole up and lifts him into the back of the cab
where the bunk is. He lays him back and starts kissing him again. As he
does, he removes my boy's shoes, then his pants, then his little Pokemon
underwear.

Before he does, he leans down and sucks Cole's little pricklet through his
underwear, getting him good and hard. He stops long enough to look at the
undies, then tells me, "I want to Poke-him-man."

I gulp and nod. My mouth feels dry and my dick is already this close to
exploding. "Please," I beg him. "Please fuck my son."

He pulls off the skid-marked cartoon underwear, then starts slobbering on
Cole's jewels, then lifts his legs up and starts tonguing my little boy's
butthole. I'm hyperventilating now, watching this stranger lick my boy in
his most private, musky, intimate place. The driver moans and so does
Cole. They both seem to like it. "Please fuck," I think in my head. "Please
fuck and love each other."

As he eats my boy's pussy, the trucker works his own cock out of his
pants. It's a nice size. Thicker than mine, a little longer too.

"Suck it, Handsome," the driver smiles at Cole. "Get it all wet for me."

Fantasy and probability blur here for me. In the first fantasy, Cole gives
him perfect, throat-gobbling head and the guy goes crazy. Cole doesn't miss
a beat. In the second fantasy, it's not easy for Cole at all. Cole gags and
chokes but the trucker holds him firmly in place and Cole gets his cock
good and wet with a combination of mouth saliva and thicker, slippery
boy-throat slime.

And it's a good thing he does, because the next thing I know, the trucker's
putting that big-knobbed motherfucker against my little boy's shithole, and
he's pushing it inside.

Cole lets out a muffled wail of course, but the trucker tells me to quiet
him and I lean back and put one hand on his mouth and with the other, I try
to relax him by stroking his tummy and rubbing his arm and telling him,
"Shhhh, let's help the nice man out. It'll be okay, Coley..."

Cole settles down a bit and the trucker starts humping into him. And in a
minute, all is well in fantasy land. The driver is rooting up my son's
tight pussy hole, and Cole sighs in relief. Cole's used to it now and
feeling better and better by the second. I watch the trucker fuck my son
and stroke my cock and smell their ruddy sex in the air.

The trucker looks at me and smiles before closing his eyes, grabbing my son
by the hips and deep fucking him with a face that looks like sheer
peace. You can't begin to imagine how his tension just melts away as I
watch him fuck my cock-compliant, fully-embedded little bitch-child.

And the trucker fucks him good. There is no doubt he's balls deep in the
boy. At first, he does it kind of slow, but then he pics up the speed. All
the muttering, "Aw...shit...fuckin' a baby boy...sooo tight...auggghhhh!"

All at once, he seizes up, grunting, "Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!" and I know
he's releasing a heavy nut load, straight up those 9-year-old baby boy
bowels.

"Feel that, Coley," I whisper to my son. "Feel all that love going up your
hiney hole."

Cole shudders. A shivering, cum-gobbling, cunt-sucking, wobbly-mess.

Shell-shocked, but innately liking it already. Right out of the starting
gate and we all know damn well he was born to do this, for people like me
and Eli and the truck driver who damn sure need it.

There's even a sweet coda to it, because I know what your thinking –
it's a wham, bam, thank you ma'am sort of fantasy. It isn't like
that. After the fuck, the trucker is so tender with my little Cole. He
kisses him again, tongues away the leftover tears, and even uses his own
bandana to wipe up the cum seeping out Cole's butt.

And then he scoots Cole up doggy style, holds out his hand and presents
Cole's bruised little anus to me.

"You're up next, cowboy," he grins. "Mount on up and lose that load inside
your little sunshine."

I aim my cock at my little boy for the first time, and the second I push it
inside his cum-sloppy hole, I bite my lower lip and I let out a howl and I
cream him with my semen. No strokes at all. I just cum like a faucet the
second I put it in him for the first time. The way I did it in real life
when I first put my penis inside him when he was ten and he climbed into my
bed at night, scared, naked and needing warmth. There was no time to
think. It was a dick-slippery, flustered urgency. There was only time to
cum.

Anyway, in my fantasy jack-offs, Cole and I, daddy's little fuck angel,
come here regularly to perform an important task, helping the truckers. In
my real world, I deep-fuck Cole almost every night.

"Call me Daddy, Cole," I whisper to him now, my brave 14-year-old. "Don't
call me Dad. Call me Daddy."

He smiles and obeys me, always my private fantasy boy.

But this afternoon, I'm just sitting here at the very same fantasy truck
stop, nursing my second iced tea, waiting for Eli to show up and tell me
how it went last night and all of this morning while I was staying at a
motel down the road, and Eli was over at my house for the past 22 hours,
fucking my sons.

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"How were they?" I asked him quietly after he'd ordered his lunch and
drained a tall glass of water and asked the waitress for a second one. She
left our table and I continued. "Did you give it to them all night long?
Did you fuck them good and properly, Eli?"

I whispered that last part, even though we were back in a corner booth,
private as pea pods, where no one else could hear.

"Well, I tell you Mr. Blake," Eli said quietly. "That little one of yours
was quite a bit reticent at first. I had to work on him a good long time
before the rose bloomed open."

"Yeah," I said, shuffling my silverware. "I've really never been able to
get much more than my tip inside Devin. He's a true beginner."

"Not anymore he isn't," Eli said with a calculated nod. "You'll have no
trouble getting your stick root deep in that boy's rump from this point
forward, Mr. Blake, that I can promise you. I opened him up good and
wide. That boy's got capacity you've never even imagined.

I let that settle for a moment. It wasn't time to talk about Devin yet. It
was time to talk about Cole. There's an order of things. A pecking order. I
fucked his Samuel first and then his Caleb. Older first, younger next. It
was important to me somehow.

"You fucked Cole first?" I asked him directly.

"I sure and dearly did," he answered. I felt my boner growing in my pants
already, just thinking about it. The whole thing made me feel dizzy and
unsettled. Cole was the first boy I'd put my penis into, ever. My own
son. Sure and dearly fucked after my wife died.

Eli chuckled.

"Like I said, that little one of yours seemed reticent at first, but that
older boy of yours damn near shook the bed apart. I thought I might have to
come back tomorrow with another six cocks to help me out. Lord, he was
something."

"Yeah," I nodded my head. "I've been fucking Cole for four years now. He's
no stranger to it by any means."

Eli looked thoughtful.

""Sometimes you can just smell in the air by the fourth or fifth stroke
that a boy knows how to take a cock like nobody's business. And that older
boy of yours, Mr. Blake, he smelled like a world champeen cock-taker from
the minute I first laid my pipe in him."

"Jesus." I whispered. "Did he like it? Did he take it all as deep as he
takes mine?"

"Deep as a river, Mr. Blake. Deep as a wishing well."

I nodded. Rubbed my hard cock through my jeans.

"The second I got my dick in him, why he just brightened up and grabbed my
ass cheeks and yanked me into him like a fancy little girl whore knowing
who her sugar daddy is."

That sounded like my Cole. Bottom tried and true.

"He even cursed in my ears a few times to get me to fuck his rump just a
little bit harder."

I smiled knowingly, but Eli remained serious about the swearing. Mennonite
morals.

"Now myself, I'd take him out to the woodshed later for all that cursing,"
he said, "but that's your business, Mr. Blake. I'll fuck your boys, but I
won't interfere. And Lord, foul language aside, that boy of yours can
certainly take a cock up the rump all right, Mr. Blake. I left him with a
tummy full of seeds for sure. Some boys are born to be fucked and your
eldest, Mr. Blake, why, he's downright special at it."

"He sure is," I nodded. "He's been special for years now."

Eli backed up long enough to tell me about his arrival at my house the
previous afternoon, how he'd introduced himself to my boys as "the man
who's trading with your father," and how he spent the first hour telling my
boys how he fucks his own sons, Samuel and Caleb, and how he'd been looking
forward to fucking them too. And how he'd likely fuck them a few times
apiece before the visit was over.

My boys knew in advance the trade was happening, of course. And I told them
to be good sports and to do as they were told. They knew I'd already fucked
Eli's sons, and this was how the world returns favors.

Eli said he sent Devin up to his room to play games while he led Cole to my
master bedroom and told him to take his clothes off so he could look at him
naked. Cole quickly complied, because Cole, not to put too fine a point on
it, is a pretty hungry gay boy already. He's no stranger to man cock, and
he's been wanting a new piece of it for ages. Eli coulnd't have come along
at a better time in Cole's grand scheme. Cole's a young gay boy in heat. I
guess that's what happens when you fuck your son for four years and then
watch him turn into a teenager with the fully sexualized complement of
teenage hormones. When a boy needs to get fucked, there's no sense pursing
words. He needs to get fucked.

"So, you had no trouble at all with Cole," I asked him.

"No sir," Eli nodded. "Your little one was tricky, but your older one took
to my cock like a duck to a pond."

I nodded. "He's a good boy, my Cole."

"I made him suck me quite a bit," Eli said casually, as if he did this
every day. "I may have smacked him a time or two across the face with my
dick, but that only made him hungrier. He's a good little cocksucker, that
boy of yours. You've raised him well, Mr. Blake."

I nodded, painfully erect.

"The way he was twitching his ass around on the bed while he was sucking
me, I knew he needed it up his rump something fierce and something
quick. No offense, Mr. Blake, but you can tell when a boy needs a good
rump-rutting. There's just a certain air about him."

I nodded. No sense denying it. Cole liked taking cock. He was beyond eager
and quite willing. I'd like to watch every friend I've ever had in this
world fuck my son Cole up his boy ass.

"I'm no record breaker," Eli said, "but when he got his first look at my
dick aiming up at him from the bed, he turned a bit skittish and he said to
me, can I sit on it a little and work down on it slow, and get used to it a
little at a time like my dad lets me?"

I nodded. It was true. Cole preferred to mount me by sitting on it
first. After that, any position was fine, but he liked to control the
initial penetration. But Eli was having none of that.

"And he started to climb on board until I gave his bare ass a swat and told
him I'd take charge of matters from here, thank you very much."

I raised an eyebrow.

"No sir, I told him, I'll call the shots tonight if you please,
sonny-jim. Now bend over that bed and let me eat your dirty little cunt
before I line up my fat fuck stick and mount you straight to the gates of
Jesus and back."

I almost moaned at the table. The waitress came to deliver our food and we
had to stop talking. I felt sweat on my forehead. I felt like a diabetic in
sugar shock. The waitress left and Eli continued.

"I licked that boy's sweet pussy until he was twisting like the hungriest
whore in gay pair-ee, and then I just lined up, aimed in, pushed forward
and made that little pussy-wiggler yelp loud enough to wake the dearly
departed."

"Jesus," I whispered, imagining this big, strong Mennonite man fucking my
son. My city-boy son, taking rural hard farm cock up his hungry gay boy
butt for the first time.

"I fucked him bent over your bed for about five minutes, then pulled out,
flipped him on his back and stuck it straight back into him with his legs
straight up in the air. He was moaning like a cat on the fence."

"Did you fuck him hard?" I asked him, sticking my hands down my pants to
adjust my hard cock. "Please tell me you just fucked the shit out of him,
Eli."

"Oh, you better believe it, Mr. Blake. His next five poops are going to be
sore ones, count on that."

"Oh God. Oh bless you. Oh fuck. That's so hot."

I wanted to get up from the table, hide in a corner and masturbate. I
needed to cum so badly, but I wanted to save it for Cole when I got
home. Reclaim my territory in the truest sense of the word.

"That boy kissed me like there was no tomorrow, Mr. Blake," Eli said,
almost embarrassed.

"Yeah, Cole's a kisser," I told him. I was hard. Frustrated. Not
understanding his concern.

"Well now, it's not my business to tell another man how to raise his own
son," Eli said cautiously, "but you might want to get a handle on all that
kissing he does, Mr. Blake."

"Really?" I said, surprised. "You think so?"

"Oh, Lord yes. I'm afraid if you don't nip that in the bud, that boy of
yours might turn out to be a genuine queer. It's one thing to take a man's
seeds up your rump, Mr. Blake. That's just being a cooperative and
well-mannered child. But to go opening up your mouth and sucking another
man's tongue just for the sheer pleasure of it, well, not to mince words
Mr. Blake, and not saying I didn't appreciate his thougtfulness, but I fear
that's just down right homosexual."

I nodded. I hated to tell him, but Cole was already gay as a breeze and
queer as a three-dollar bill, and I personally felt all the more blessed by
it. But sometimes conventional worldview and Mennonite worldview aren't one
and the same, so I let Eli have his corrective moment.

"You came in him, didn't you?" I asked him, excited. "You fucked in and out
of my son's sweet asshole so hard you had to fill him with your
nastiness..."

"Oh, I came up his pussy so hard I expected to see it shoot out his nose
like a snot wad, Mr. Blake," Eli said casually, taking a bite of his
meatloaf. "And I'll fuck him again, first chance I get next weekend at the
cabin. I'm going to fuck that boy so hard right in front of you, you'll
never fuck him gentle again."

I nodded. Tried not to faint. Tried to act casual. Sucked ketchup off a
french fry.

"So that's on then?" I asked him. "The cabin up at Baker's Lake?"

"It sure is," he said. "You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys. There'll
be enough rump for everybody, Mr. Blake. We'll all be getting some
pussy. We'll let those boys fuck each other for starters, then we'll line
'em all up and see which one can take the hardest dicking."

I nodded. Wiped my forehead with a napkin. Eli's tales kept me continually
perspiring. They had since the day I'd met him.

"I've already got a feeling it's your Cole, Mr. Blake. I'm going to teach
you how to fuck that boy hard once and for all."

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Cole added to the tale when I got home after lunch and asked him to
elaborate.

"Dad, Mr. Thurmond fucked me so hard, I thought I might shit the bed. I'm
not kidding."

"Was it that bad?" I asked him fearfully, afraid I'd gone too far with this
son swap nonsense. Once you let the genie out of the bottle, well, what can
you do really?

"Oh no, Dad. He wasn't bad. He just did it HARD. I've never been fucked
that hard in my LIFE."

I looked at Cole. His dick was hard. Mine was too.

Saying nothing, we both begin unzipping our pants. Pulling them down. Ready
to do the dance together we'd been doing since he was ten.

"Do you want to sit on me, Coley? Sit on me slow and get used to it?"

"Bend me over, Dad," he said simply. "I think I'd like it better if you'd
just take charge more."

I nodded, impressed, and silently thanked Eli.

Cole's wet asshole was puffy and bruised. He'd definitely taken some
pounding from the stalk of my friend. Cole's overused asshole wasn't
Mennonite tight anymore, that was for sure.

"How many times did he fuck you?" I grunted, lining my dick up at heaven's
gate.

"Three I think," Cole said, reaching around behind himself to guide me
in. "But it could have been four. I think he fucked me once in my sleep
last night, but I was too tired to wake up. I just slept through it and let
him do it."

"Oh God," I grunted, sticking my dick inside my 14-year-old son's wet puffy
cunt and listening to him hiss as I punched greedily forward.

"You need to fuck me harder, Dad," Cole said with a grimace. "You need to
do it hard like Mr. Thurmond did and not be scared."

I tried, but it just wasn't in me yet. I was used to fucking my sons
slowly. I think it would take a few more lessons from Eli before I could
fuck them hard the Mennonite way. Breed them like bulls breed heifers and
dogs breed bitches.

"I'm gonna sperm in you quick today, Coley," I warned my son. "I'm excited
thinking of Eli fucking you, and I know your pussy is sore, but I'm just
going to go ahead and cum in you fast, okay? I need to do it NOW."

"Okay, Dad," Coley nodded, squeezing his ass around my cockshaft. How he
had muscle tone left in that asshole, I have no earthly idea. It should
have been as loose as a cheerleader after a homecoming win.

"Call me Daddy," I grunted as I fucked him. "Not Dad. Call me Daddy."

"Fuck me, Daddy," he said in his younger voice, the one he used when he
age-regressed. The one that made me cum in him faster.

"I love you, baby," I told him softly, licking his neck and filling his
rectum.

"I love you, Daddy," he whispered to the bedsheets. "I love it when you
fuck your baby."

I grabbed his hips and grunted "FUCCCKKKKER!" and blew his insides full of
thick, white daddy-cream, hosing away the inside-evidence of Eli's
ruttings. Sperming my son full of gunk and marking my alpha male cunthole
territory once again.

"Daddy fucked me," Coley whispered. "Nice hot daddy cum for baby."

I grabbed his cock and stroked him off to a sticky wet orgasm, grinding my
cock into his fuck nut while I did the deed. And knowing Eli had been in
him just hours before made it so much more exciting for me. I came like a
gusher, but stayed rock hard, so I stayed in him and fucked him again.

"You're still hard, Daddy," Coley whispered in pseudo sexy little boy truck
stop talk. The boy in the fantasy getting fucked by the truck driver.

"Daddy's gonna fuck you again, baby," I whispered, licking a sweat drop off
his ear. Pure sexual salt.

"Your cock's so hard, Daddy," Coley whispered in his little boy
voice. "Fuck your baby with your big hard daddy cock."

No deflation whatsoever. Twice in a row and ready for a third.

Share a boy and fuck his sweet ass in another man's cum mess. Your erection
will never go down.

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"Mr. Blake?" Eli repeated, snapping me out of my french fry reverie. "You
okay there, Mr. Blake? I lost you there for a minute."

"Fine," I told him, dry-voiced and blue-balled.

"Tell me about Devin," I said curtly, and my voice sounded desperate. I was
almost desperate to hear how he fucked my younger son.

"Well now, that boy was a challenge," Eli chuckled. "Things did not go easy
right off the bat," he grinned.

Poor Devin, I thought. 11-years-old and traded off to take this big
Mennonite's steer dick up his pretty little heifer hole. It was a hole that
I myself had only tipped and two-inched out of politeness and restraint.

"I fucked that little boy good, Mr. Blake," Eli nodded, reading my mind. "A
touch of nervousness on his part maybe, but none on mine."

I nodded. "Tell me."

"Well," he started, calling the waitress over for a refill on his
water. "It all comes down to helping a boy get past his shyness and his
natural reluctance."

I nodded.

"They're all little cock hounds, Mr. Blake. You just have to keep your
goals in mind."

I nodded again.

"Your little Devin," he grinned as he scooped up mashed potatoes. "Now that
boy was a goal worth shooting for. I fucked a whole new outlook into him."

I nervously took a drink of my tea. 11-year-old Devin. Barely tip-ready,
but cock-filled by Eli who never took no for an answer. Not from a boy
anyway. That simply wasn't his way.

My little boy Devin. Scared as hell, probably. Willing to go through with
it for the sake of the trade, but filled to the brim with honest
hesitation. Not just nervousness, but Mennonite fright.

My dick was throbbing in spite of myself as Eli took another bite of his
meatloaf and told me how he fucked my younger son.

Jesus Christ, I can't wait to fuck my Devin the way Eli did.

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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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