Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2015 07:33:17 -0700
From: Jonhold@earthlink.net
Subject: My Hitchhiking Cracker 1

My Hitchhiking Cracker
Part 1
by Jon Hold
Copyright ?2015 by the Author
Jonhold@earthlink.net
(Please see the end for the usual introduction)


I saw a picture today that reminded me of something that happened years ago
when I was a lot younger and less crippled up. Fond memories, so I thought
you might enjoy my sharing them. First though, I need to explain
something. The term "Cracker" has become somewhat scatological of late. I'm
using it here in its older meaning to describe a poor Southern white boy. I
mean nothing disparaging by using the term. As I hope you will see, I ended
up being very much in love with my country-born cracker, who was a
wonderful person, perhaps because of his background. Back then, if you will
remember, we didn't have to worry about death dealing varieties of VD, so
please friends, play safely!


The entire thing happened because it had been a long, hard winter trying to
debug and put the final polish on a major computer program, and I was
fried. Tired, wiped out, kerplunkt, pooped, worn out, stressed to the max
and perhaps even a bit frazzled. The boss, who was like 40 years older than
me, had been the strong pillar that we younger guys (and gal) depended on
to keep us from falling on our faces. Always there to goad us on or offer
compassionate support as necessary. Anyhow, he pulled me aside one morning
and put an envelope in my hand. He told me that since I'd just solved the
last known program glitch that the others could easily finish the last few
cosmetic touches without my presence.

I tried to fight him on this (I'm very obsessive-compulsive sometimes) but
he took my arm and led me back to an isolated office. He closed and locked
the door and, without saying a word, unfastened my pants and took me across
his knee and gave me a sound spanking on my bare bottom until the tears
were pouring down my face. The release of emotion was very powerful. When
he was done he held me in his lap and caressed my bottom as he told me that
I'd done a wonderful job and how much he appreciated my dedication and
effectiveness. He also told me that I was about a half a step away from a
nervous breakdown, and that he had no intentions of letting that
happen. The keys to his cabin on the coast were in the envelope and he had
already called my neighbor and arranged to have her water my gardens and
house plants. My dog, Tac, had come to work with me as usual so that was no
problem. I was told that my vacation, which I hadn't taken for over two
years, would start immediately after he got done spanking me, if I thought
I needed some more?

The boss had taken me to his cabin several times for the weekend when it
looked like I was ready to collapse from exhaustion. The first couple of
times everything was perfectly innocent. The third time we tried to escape
for a weekend I started fretting as soon as we got there and finally ended
up having what could best be referred to as a tizzy-fit when he refused to
drive me back to work. He finally had enough and jerked my swimsuit down
around my knees and grappled me down into his lap where he spanked my ass
until I forgot all about arguing with him.  My hidden feelings for him came
out when I started begging him not to spank me any more. "Please don't
spank me any more Grandpa, I'll be a good boy. I promise"

Well, to make a long story short (this wasn't supposed to be about him and
me anyway), he was always "Grandpa" to me when we were in private after
that and, well, we ended up caring about each other a lot.

So I told him I'd do as he told me and gave him a big kiss, sort of
repentant little boy to much wiser grandfather. I got up and pulled up my
pants and fastened them while he wiped my face with his big white hanky. He
patted my ass and gave me a big kiss and told me to go enjoy myself and
that he didn't want me back at work for at least a month, six weeks if I
had any sense at all. I gave him a hug with all the love I had for him and
went back and logged off the mainframe and put away the papers scattered on
my desk. I called Brian over and told him that he was in charge now because
Grandpa (Brian was Grandpa's other lover, and very much my little brother
and I loved him scads) said I had to take a vacation. He told me that he
knew all about it and very much approved of the whole idea and that I was
not to worry, everything was under control.

I called Tac, who was asleep against the wall under the air conditioning
vent, and told him, "Let's get the fuck out of here." Tac jumped up and ran
to the door leading to the parking lot and started wagging his tail to beat
the band. He was very patient with me, but lived for the times we'd sneak
out and enjoy life a little bit. I quickly said good-by to everyone else
and Tac and I left through the basement door. I opened the side door of my
old blue-green van (I love that van, still have it, and even drive it once
in a while) to let Tac in. I opened the envelope to put the keys in my
pocket and found a "vacation bonus" check for $5,000 and ten, one hundred
dollar bills in the envelope. Shocked, I turned around and looked up at the
big picture windows in the top floor office. There stood the boss gazing
benignly down at me just like the grandfather I'd always wanted, but had
never known. I held up the envelope and pointed to it, but he just waved at
me and turned back into the office.

I got in the van and closed the door and climbed up front. I stopped at the
bank on the way out of town and deposited the check and broke down one of
the hundred dollar bills. Ten minutes later Tac and I were rolling down the
freeway towards the coast with Rock n' Roll blaring from the radio.

I'd stopped and bought a bunch of groceries, books and magazines and was
headed up the last stretch of the old coast highway that led to the
cabin. This was some truly isolated, remote country with very little to
entice non-residents onto this dead-end stretch of road. I was feeling
really relaxed and happy, enjoying the drive and the beautiful springtime
vistas exposed at every turn in the road. I came around one bend and was
headed into another when I saw a hitchhiker off the side of the road. I was
only doing about 20-25 miles per hour, so I had plenty of time to look him
over. A little bit scruffy, road dirty and needing a haircut, he had a
small knapsack over his shoulder and looked lost and maybe a bit
scared. Tac, who was sitting in "HIS" passenger seat, turned at looked at
me as if to ask whether I was going to stop for this poor guy, or was I
going to be an asshole? Now, you need to know that I did lots better with
computers than I did with people so I relied on Tac's judgement as to who's
a good person and who isn't. In his whole life, he was never wrong in his
judgment of people, and I trusted him.

So I coasted to a stop. The hitchhiker walked up to the window and put his
hand out for Tac to smell. He nodded to me and said, "Hi fella. You
enjoying your ride in the country today."

I'm not even going to try and reproduce the thick Southern accent that came
out of this guys mouth. Feel free to engage your 'Southern Filter' when you
read his words. From the sounds of it, he came from WAY back up in them
thar hills. What was more important was that Tac had looked him over,
sniffed his hand and then offered an ear, which the guy immediately began
scritching, properly. Tac had accepted him without reservation and was very
much enjoying the apparently excellent scritching he was getting, so I
asked the guy, "Where you headed?"

"Whatever town's next up the road, mister. I need to find a little bit of
work and maybe a place to spend the night."

It looked to me like most of his nights recently had been spent under a
roadside bush. His clothes looked like they'd been rinsed out, but not
properly washed for some time. It looked like he'd shaved that morning, but
not very closely, and he'd combed his hair, but it was greasy dirty with
road grit like it hadn't been washed in some time. Looked to me like he had
really tried to take care of himself, but just didn't have the proper
facilities to do a good job of it.

"How long have you been walking?"

"Since dawn, today."

"Well, I don't really want to tell you this, but you should have turned
inland way back down the road. This isn't really part of the coast highway
here. It's only about thirty miles long, and it's a dead end."

Looking confused, he finally said, "I though it was funny that there wasn't
any cars going by. Sure appreciate the information mister, and sorry I made
you stop for nothing."

He started to walk back down the road, but I called him back. "I'll tell
you what, I've got some groceries I've got to drop off at my place, but if
you help me unload them I'll give you a ride to town."

"I don't want to put you to no bother, Mister. I kin walk it!"

"Don't be silly. First off it isn't any bother and second off, it's getting
hot and it's 35 miles to town, you'll never make it before dark unless you
catch a ride, which I doubt."

He thought things over and said, "Well, if you truly don't mind, I'd really
appreciate it mister."

I smiled at him and said, "Get in."

He opened the passenger door and Tac moved over to let him have the
passenger seat, a concession he gives to very few people. The hitchhiker
climbed in and closed the door. Turning to me, he put his hand out. "Thank
you for the ride, sir. My name's Clay Albert Tremain, sir."

I took his hand and shook it. That skinny appearing body of his had a lot
of strength in it. "I'm glad to meet you Clay. My name's Jon, and don't
worry about the ride. You'd do the same for me if you had the chance, I
think."

"I'm proud to meet you, Mister Jon, Sir. You're a right proper gentleman."

I started the van up again and swung back onto the road. The breeze coming
through the window blew the kids smell my way. He didn't stink or smell bad
or anything like that, but he radiated a warm, heavy masculine musk that
went straight to my groin and made my dick tingle. There was something
about the way he moved and talked and acted that I found very enticing, but
his smell went directly to the primitive part of my brain and attacked my
libido directly.

I talked to the kid a bit as we drove slowly down the curvy road. I seemed
pretty evident to me that the guy was not real bright, not retarded or
anything, he just hadn't had much schooling and it was more like he'd never
learned how to think then that he was actually stupid. Unfailingly polite,
he continued to 'Sir' me, and I found that I liked it. I finally decided
that I wasn't going to push him for sex but that I'd really like to see
what he had hidden under those baggy clothes.

"Clay, if you don't mind, I'd like to stop right up here and take a swim
before we drive up to the cabin. Would that be OK with you?"

Slow to answer, thinking over his response like he seemed to always do
before finally saying something, he finally answered, "I ain't never swum
in the ocean before, Sir. I seen it now, but I ain't never swum in it. I'd
purely like that, Sir. But I ain't got no swimming clothes."

"And my swimming trunks are packed away," (right on top of the bag I always
carried in the van, right behind my seat), "...but that doesn't matter. We
can go skinny-dipping if you don't mind."

"Heck no, Sir. Shucks, we always went skinny dipping at home. Nobody never
spent no money on special swimming clothes."

I could visualize him and a bunch of his buddies splashing around naked
together and that pretty much topped off my hard-on. I turned onto the fire
road leading down to the beach that was directly across from the road
leading up the hill to the cabin. A hundred yards of rough dirt road took
us right down to the beach.

I shut off the engine and set the emergency brake before opening the door
to get out. Tac pushed me out of the way and jumped down onto the sand and
set off down the beach to pee on some bushes and check the area out. Clay
and I walked down the beach a short way to where several fingers of black
volcanic rock protected the sandy swimming area I usually used. It was
almost a little lagoon, so the water was warmer and less rough than the
cold open ocean water. Eagerly, I stripped off my clothes and put them on
one of the rock outcroppings.

Turning around, I saw Clay standing there, a slim and heavy hung flower
released from its grimy wrappings, naked except for one of those cheap
steel Timex watches and a bashful look. He noticed me looking at his mostly
erect cock and blushed even redder. "Reckon I gotta pee pretty bad, Sir."
he said.

I waved my hand as if to say, "Here's all of the great outdoors to pee in,
pick your spot!" and smiled at him.

Bashfully he smiled at me and turned sideways to face one of the rocky lava
flows, took hold of his heavy meat, pushed his hips forward and cut loose
with a broad stream of crystal yellow urine from the wide deep slot in the
end of his big cockhead. I watched him until he finally shook of the last
few drops and then I said, "Come on, let's get wet!"

We'd just started for the water when Tac came by, checking on us as he
investigated the beach. He looked at me and then deliberately walked over
to Clay and prodded his groin with his nose. Clay spread his legs like
another male dog would and let Tac check him out. Tac sniffed all around
Clay's exposed groin and took one lick to get the taste set in his
brain. Then he walked around Clay and sniffed his butt. Stiff legged,
deliberately, Tac walked over to where Clay had pissed on the rocks. He
sniffed around and then lifted his leg and marked over the top of Clays
scent, staring at Clay as if defying him to react, setting the pattern of
their relationship. Tac was still the alpha male and Clay and I both were
tolerated beta males in his pack. He kicked some sand to seal the deal and
trotted off down the beach to finish marking the rest of the world.

I waded out to the deep part of the tidal pool where the water was about
waist deep and turned to watch Clay cautiously entered the water. His cock
hung limp, maybe five or six inches in front of a strange shaped nut
sac. It hung in a "U" shape from the side of his dick, down around the
bottom and back up to the other side of his stout member. It looked like he
had one big horseshoe shaped nut instead of two eggs. His body was lean and
fine with the wiry sort of muscle that gives great strength and stamina
without any of the muscleman bulges so often seen on beaches. The hair on
his head, eyebrows, arms and legs was dark brown but his pubic hair was
light brown, almost reddish. Very odd since in my experience the pubic hair
was usually darker. There wasn't any excess flesh on his body, but he had
enough muscle to not look skinny, just lean and hard. Another odd thing
about him was that he had really deep hips, with his pelvis set real low
from his hip joints. Looked to me like his pelvic girdle had been specially
designed to drive that big cock of his in some deep and powerful fuck
thrusts.

He finally got out to the deep part with me, smiling at the way the water
surged up and down with the wave action. He ducked his head underwater and
burst through the surface a few seconds later, spiting water, gasping, and
sputtering. "That water tastes awful!" he finally gasped out.

I burst out laughing, unable to do anything but point at him in my
hilarious reaction to his discovery. Head hanging in shame, he turned to
leave the pool. Still laughing uncontrollably, I stepped forward and took
hold of his shoulders from behind. "No. I'm sorry, Clay." I turned him
around to face me. "I'm really sorry, Clay. I'm not laughing at YOU. I was
laughing at the look on your face and your surprise." Taking one hand off
his shoulder to point at the wide sweep of ocean, I said, "The whole thing,
the whole ocean is salt water, Clay, every bit of it!"

Kind of doubtfully, he reached down and cupped a handful of water as I put
my hand back on his shoulder. His body felt good under my hands and he
didn't seem to mind the contact at all. He was just looking at the water in
his hand, as if trying to figure it out. "You can taste it if you want too,
Clay. Just don't drink very much of it or you'll get sick to your stomach."
He lifted his hand and sniffed and then extended his tongue and carefully
tasted the water.

"You're right! It's just like salt water." He looked at my face. Deep into
my eyes and searched for what laid behind them. "I reckon you know just
about everything, don't you, Sir!"

Laughing nervously, I hurriedly said, "Now wait a minute, Clay. I may have
known something you didn't, but that doesn't mean that I know everything."

"Well, you sure know a lot more than an ignorant old country boy like me,
Sir."

"Clay," I said, suddenly angry, "Are you honest?"

"Well? I reckon. I try to be anyways."

"You do an honest days work for your wages?"

"Sure! I mean, a man's gotta work hard or he ain't worth his keep, is he."

"You treat people fairly?"

"Well, I try too. Sometimes you just cain't, but I tries to treat folk
right if'n I can."

"Well, that puts you way ahead of most of the people I know, Clay. So I
don't ever want to hear you put yourself down for what you haven't had a
chance to learn, you hear me?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to rile you none."

I shook his shoulders some and said, "Clay, I believe that you are an
honest man, and I value that. Don't you ever feel ashamed of not knowing
something or be afraid of asking me a question. You hear me, and hear me
good on that!"

He grinned that big, easygoing, unbelievably sexy country grin of
his. "Reckon you'll larup my ass good if I mess up again. Huh, Sir?"

"You think I'm going to have to take you across my knee?"

"Or out to the wood shed or whatever you want to, Sir. I'd be willing fer
you ta belt my butt black and blue if you'd teach me stuff, Sir."

I reached up and cuffed the back of his head. "I don't think that'll be
necessary, Clay. Come on. Let me show you my tidal pool."

I explained to him what a tidal pool was and what a special piece of
ecology it was. The tide was going out, so it was easier and easier to show
him the exposed plants and animals. Clay was enthralled with everything I
showed him. Asking me to make him repeat the names over and over until he
remembered them and pronounced them properly, hard as that was for him
sometimes. I'd never heard Latin pronounced quite that way before, but was
starting to love the soft sounds of his voice. Clay didn't seem to be body
conscious at all. Leaning against me to get a better look at something or
casually putting his arm around me in appreciation or just plain good
fellowship. It didn't seem to affect him at all, but it was giving me an
acute case of the horny's.

I finally looked up at the sun and realized that we'd been in the water and
clambering around on the rocks for hours. "Come on, Clay. Let's go get
those groceries put away or I'll never get you to town before dark."

Clay got up from where he was watching a small crab search one of the small
pools for food. "Yes, Sir." he said, sort of reluctantly. I felt bad about
breaking into his absorbed excitement, but I really didn't want to break my
promise to him. We waded across the sandy bottom of the main pool until the
water was about knee deep. I put my hand on Clay's shoulder and asked him
to wait a minute. When he tried to turn to face me, I told him to just
stand like he was and he simply, trustingly said, "Yes, Sir." and stood
there and waited patiently. I bent down and scooped up a double handful of
sand and plastered it over his shoulders and down his back. Using both
hands, I gently scrubbed him with the sand, scooping up more sand and water
as I needed it.

Clay simply arched his back like a cat and said, "Ummmm. That feels really
good, sir. It's really hard staying clean living on the road, and that
feels purely good!"

I scrubbed all the way down to the smooth reverse curves of the tops of his
buttocks and then went back up and dumped a load of sand on his right
shoulder and started scrubbing the bulge of the deltoid and down into the
warmth of his axilla. There was something really sexy about having my hands
in the thick hairiness of his armpit and my dick was standing up tall,
thumping my belly. I worked all the way down his arm, even scrubbing his
big, work-hardened hand and between all his fingers, which I found very
sexy. I bent down and got another load of wet sand to dump on his left
shoulder and worked through the armpit and down that arm as well, making
sure to not scratch his watch with the sand.

I got two more handfuls of sand and, reaching under his arms from behind,
plastered his chest. With my arms working back and forth in his armpits, I
washed his neck and upper chest, his tiny nipples turning into rock-hard
little nubbins as I scrubbed over the top of them. As I started washing his
lower chest, working back to his sides and up into his armpits again, he
seemed to relax all over. Accepting the pleasure I was giving him and
letting me know by leaning back against me, letting his head loll back,
and, since I was a little bit taller than him, his head nested in the crux
between my neck and shoulder. He rested there like it was the most natural
thing in the world to do, not even seeming to notice that his buttocks were
pressing against and trapping my erection. He just sort of laid there and
moaned low in his chest as I carefully worked the tender skin of his sides
and tummy, even working my fingertips into his pubic hair.

I was starting to worry about loosing control when I decided that enough
was enough. I wasn't going to take advantage of this simple kid. I took a
half-step backwards and to the side and, using a simple martial arts
technique, swept his feet out from under him and laid him gently into the
water, controlling his head so it did not go underwater. He stiffened in
surprise at first, and then laughed like a little kid when he realized what
I'd done. He thrashed around in the cold water until we'd gotten all the
sand off of him. I helped him up and started to lead him out of the water
and back to the van to get some towels, but he grabbed my arm and stopped
me.

"Hits your turn now, Mr. Jon. Don't you want me to wash you now?"

"You want to wash me down?"

"Why sure. You done me real good. Seems only fitten that I do the same for
you. Don't it?"

Smiling in acquiescence, I allowed Clay to begin washing my back. Mulling
over how amazed I was that this ignorant Southern boy would not only allow
another naked man to touch him, but was willing, even eager, to return the
favor. I finally just quit mind-fucking and let myself enjoy the touch of
his workman-like hands as they carefully coursed across my back and
shoulders. I was kind of amazed that when he reached my waist he didn't
even slow down but continued down across my buttocks and down under the
curve of my ass, even running his hands through the crack of my ass,
washing me with the same unconcern that he would have washing a prize bull.

Like I'd done him, he spent considerable time washing my armpits, seeming
to enjoy it as much as I had enjoyed lolling around in his hairy
hollows. When he started on my chest I was reluctant to take any liberties,
but he pulled me back against his chest and I automatically leaned my head
backwards, ending up resting the back of my head on top of his head with
his face nested into the back of my neck, his breath feeling warm and
comfortable against my nape. I was surprised and stiffened up when I felt
what felt like a red-hot log fitting itself against the crack of my
ass. Unconcernedly, Clay just continued gently washing my upper chest. When
he got down to my tits he played with them until they were hard as my dick
and so sensitive that when he finally pinched them I moaned deep down in my
chest, a ripple of pleasure rolled up and down my body and my buttocks
parted, allowing the heated tube of his wide erection to lodge deeply
within the crack of my ass. He held onto my tits with his squeezing
fingertips as I shuddered all over and hunched his loins firmly against the
palpably palpating palpations of my pretty bottom.

When I finally settled down, Clay continued washing me with the rough sand
just as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Down my sides and
across my belly, down into my pubic hair where he used his fingertips and
fingernails to scrub into the hair and down into my groin. When his hands
surrounded my testicles and rigid shaft I tweaked, rolling my head from
side to side, moaning passionately, clutching at his manshaft with my
buttocks and working my hips up and down against his narrow midsection.

"You like that?"

All I could do was moan and clamp my buttocks on his cock in response.

"You as horny as I am?"

Thrusting my hips backwards and wiggling against him, I agreed with his
assessment of the situation.

Laughing, he stepped back and let me fall backwards into the shallow water,
trying to keep my head out of the water, but not being noticeably
successful.

Sputtering up to the surface, I was about half mad, thinking that maybe he
was a prickteaser making fun of the faggot. I rolled over and grabbed hold
of him and we began groping for grips on each other. Quickly our match
evolved into a laughing, playfully joyous wrestling match. His speed and
wiry strength matched against my greater size and weight and superior
training. Slick and rolling around in the cold water, we were a fairly even
match for each other with me having a slight edge, especially if I could
just get a hold of his skinny little ass.

I finally managed to land a solid whop on his bare ass and he scrambled out
of the water onto the beach, rubbing the red spot on his
buttcheek. Laughing, with an evil grin on my face, I ponderously followed
him until I had him cornered against the black volcanic rock where his
dirty, baggy old clothes were laying and were he and Tac had had their
pissing contest.

When I got about three or four feet away from him, he took his shaft in his
right fist and pulled his short foreskin up to the head of his nine inch
erection. He just stood there, head ducked and an uncertain look on his
face. His dirty hair matted to his head and sticking out every which
direction, a single spiral hanging across his forehead down to his heavy,
masculine eyebrow making him look sexy as hell. Legs spread and hips pushed
forward, he looked somehow defenseless to me. Unsure of himself and worried
about my reaction, yet offering himself.

Hesitantly, softly, he asked, "Would you really be interested in sexing
with me?" Just as though he didn't think himself worthy of me. "I didn't
mean to push myself on you," he mumbled, obviously ashamed of
himself. "It's just that you make me so horny, I thought that
maybe... Well, that you might not mind... Uh...?"

"You want to have sex with Me?"

"I know I'm dirty, and stupid, but..."

I took that final step to him, grabbed his chin in my hand and lifted his
face, forcing him to look into my eyes. Once I was sure I had his
attention, my voice trembling with emotion, I told him, "You are ignorant
to nine decimal places, you are unlearned and untutored. You are NOT stupid
and if I ever hear you say that again I'll whale your ass until you can't
walk. Do you understand me?"

Pulling his chin out of my hand, he dropped his head back down, releasing
his softening cock and letting his hands hang, dejectedly, at his
sides. "Yes, Sir. Didn't mean to rile you none, Sir. I'm sorry."

He sounded like a man trying not to cry in shame. Ashamed of himself and
what he was. I put my arms around him and pulled him to my chest. He rested
his head against my chest and shoulder and just stood there, letting me
hold him. What the hell was going on? I'd stopped for a hitchhiker just
because I was feeling good and then offered to drive him to town because I
felt a little sorry for him. I'd taken him to the beach because I wanted
the vicarious thrill of seeing a rednecks dick. Now here I was, holding him
in my arms, trying to keep him from crying -- or to let him cry safely. Not
only interested in his undoubtedly fine body, but in him as a person.

I felt his hand cautiously come up between my legs and he gently fondled my
testicles. He turned his head so that instead of looking out across the
ocean, he was nuzzling into my neck. I could feel his cock pushing against
my leg as it erected again. His other hand lightly stroked up and down my
shaft. "I could take care of this for you. That is, if you don't mind,
Sir." He timidly asked.

I sighed and kissed the top of his head, and just held him, at a loss for
what to say or do.

He stiffened a little. "I mean, I could suck it for you. Or you could fuck
my butt if you wanted to. I'd like to do that for ya, then I could just go
ahead and walk back to town, Sir. I'm used to walking, won't hurt me none."

I squeezed him to me and the logical part of my brain said 'Fuck it' and
threw it's little bitty hands up in the air. My heart took over and I
lifted Clay's head to face me again.

"One nut ain't gonna get it, Clay. I'm going to need a lot more than that!"

I lowered my head and my dry lips brushed against his. His hands went under
my arms and up across my back as he raised up on his toes and our lips
parted, tongues tentatively reaching out to touch, tip to tip in gentle
inquiry, "May I?"

"Yes."

"You first."

"No, please, you first."

"Together?"

"Yes!"

"Your mouth is warm."

"You taste good."

"I like swapping spit with you."

"I want to suck you like this."

"And I'm going to suck you like this. And swallow you like this."

"You like this kind of fucking?"

"Yeah! OH YEAH! You like this?"

"YES!"

"Mummmmmmmmmm..."

My elbows clamped to his shoulders, my hands laced into his hair and even
the gritty greasiness was sensual. I pulled his head back and stared into
his limpid eyes, his lust swollen lips still parted and reaching for mine.

"I want to have sex with you." I moaned.

Pulling his hair so that it must have hurt, he ducked his head again. "I've
got a problem you should know about."

'Oh, SHIT!' I thought. 'Here it comes.' I pulled his head back up to face
me. "What!"

Trying unsuccessfully to duck his head again, tears filling his eyes,
broken voiced, he explained, "I've got a problem. Once I get started,
sometimes I just can't stop. That's why I had to leave home. I fucked my
sister all night long and she was too sore to take care of Billy Bob Carter
after he married her the next day. My daddy said I had to take off until
Billy Bob cooled off, cuz he was going to kill me for making her sore like
that."

Jeeze! This cracker fucked his own sister the night before her
wedding. Humped her so hard and long that she couldn't put out to her new
husband. There's something about that you've just got to respect!

"How old was your sister?" I asked.

"She were 14."

"Fourteen? You popped her cherry the night before her wedding!?"

"Heck no. My daddy popped her when she was eleven. Shucks, she was already
four-five months pregnant by time Billy Bob married her."

"Billy Bob got her pregnant before they got married."

"Don't think so. We figured it was either my daddy or me, cuz we was the
ones fucking her mostly about the right time. Might have been Billy Bob. He
got in there a few times too. Or it might have been my baby brother
Joey. We figure he gave her the first baby even if he was only eleven cuz
that baby had buck teeth and a cowlick just like his, and he sure did like
fucking her."

Holding him tightly, I kissed his lips again, his tongue trying to extend
the kiss as I pulled back. "Some day you're going to have to tell me all
about your family. Did you guys have sex between men?"

"Why sure. We took care of each other all the time. My daddy's older
brother taught me all about that when I were seven or eight year old. He
really liked fucking me more than anything. He used to have me over to his
house all the time so he could fuck my butt while I was on top of his
wife. He really liked that."

"A LONG talk. But I've got a problem too, Clay."

"Kin I help?"

"Yeah. You see, I've got this thing. When I have sex with a man the first
time, it can only be one way. I've got to suck the guy off until he comes
in my mouth."

Clay got a big grin on his face as he watched me slide down his front to
kneel before his proud erection. I pulled back and his heavy shaft leveled
itself at my face, a clear, shiny pearl of precum glinting from the deeply
indented slot of his cockhead. Carefully, slowly my tongue reached out and
just the tip lapped away the pearlescent drop. His flavor immediately
filled my mouth and made me want more. I looked up from his single eye to
the brown eyes watching me from above. Shaking with lust, I asked, "May I?"

"I'd be right proud to have you go down on me, Mr. Jon. I got a big load
want'n to fill your mouth something fierce."

I opened my mouth wide and took a deep breath. Leaning forward, I
surrounded Clay's cockhead without touching him at all. Slowly, I exhaled
my warm, moist breath across the head of Clay's swollen tubesteak until it
was twitching and thumping around in my mouth. Softly, as gently as
possible I closed my lips behind his corona and slowly let the warm, wet
tissues inside my mouth wrap themselves around him.

Jerkily, fighting with himself for self-control, Clay reached forward to
grab my head, and then forced his arms back until they jerked forward again
and, fingers clawed in urgency and gasps of pleasure bursting from his
mouth, he forced his arms back again, and again.

At first slowly, and then quicker and quicker, I flicked my tongue here and
there all over the broad helmet that was swelling even larger inside my
mouth. Clay started trembling all over and I suddenly froze, stopping all
motion.

Gasping for air, Clay was wild eyed as his hips, out of control,
snap-fucked at my face but I rolled with each motion. Refusing to allow him
any motion within my mouth. He finally locked his fingers behind his neck
and regained control. I watched him, and then, with an evil look in my
eyes, sucked deep and hard on his cockhead, plastering my wide tongue to
the pebbled surface and rubbed all over him with both the slick bottom and
rough top of my oral digit. Clay went up on his toes and thrust his hips as
far forward as he could. As soon as he did that I opened my mouth wide and
started exhaling across the stretched skin of his now pulsing cockhead.

"Please," he begged, his hands coming back down but not touching
me. "Please, Sir. I can't take any more. Please suck me, Sir. My thing so
hard it's hurtin' me, Sir. Please suck it, Sir. Please. I'll do anything
for you, Sir, if you'll just suck me now. Please!"

Locking his eyes with mine, I slowly filled my lungs to their maximum
capacity, drawing the cold air across his wet cockhead in the process. At
the instant my lungs reached their full capacity, leaving my mouth wide
open, I leaned forward until I could lock my lips firmly around the hairy
base of his engorged organ, his cockhead touching nothing until it reached
the back of my throat and pushed the tissues apart to glide down the
constricting tube of my throat and esophagus.

Clay screamed in a high-pitched wail and went rigid like he'd been
electrocuted. "SHIT! OH FUCK! OH SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Ain't nobody never
taken me all the way like that there. Nobody. Never. You taken the whole
thing to my root. Oh shit! Oh damn! Oh Jeeze!" Clutching and clawing at the
air, he was finding it almost impossible to keep his hands from grabbing
me.

Still keeping his eyes locked to mine, and mine to his, I took a deep
suction and slowly, evenly slurped my way back up his shaft until just the
tip of his cockhead was pressed against the outside of my lips. Exhaling
through my nose across his exposed bulb and then deeply inhaling again, I
slid suddenly forward until he was totally engulfed inside me once again,
and back, and forward and back and deeply onto him, sucking hard.

Clays hands were clenched to his thighs, nails biting into his pressure
whitened flesh as he attempted to control himself. Holding myself to the
base of his thrusting manhood, still watching his pain-filled eyes, I
reached up and placed my hands on his corded forearms, I smiled at him from
around his totally embedded cock and ran my hands down his arms to his big
hands and guided them to my head. Looking at him I released my control, let
my hands drop to my sides, lowered my eyes and relaxed, letting my forehead
rest against his lower belly, his brawny cock lodged in my throat.

He just stood there, frozen until it finally dawned on him. I'd shown him
what I could do, what I was capable of and now it was his turn to show me
what he could accomplish with that big cock and lean body of his.

He pulled backwards on his jutting hips and moved my head back until only
the head of his cock was in my mouth. Carefully, he pulled back even more
until the seeping slot of his cockhead was just barely touching my lust
swollen lips. He tilted my head back until I had to look up into his dark
brown eyes. His lazy, shy, almost retarded look was enlivened by his sexual
interest. His eyes glinted with vivid life, searching my eyes and face for
the truth. Had I actually given over control to him, or was I just playing
with him. I saw his eyes harden as he decided to test me.

Slowly, watching me for any signs of resistance or reluctance, he pushed
back through my lips. I remained passive, letting him be absolutely in
control of whatever happened. My lips bulged back to cover my teeth as the
blunt nose and then the wide corona pushed through the opening and spread
my jaws apart. Questing into my mouth, he moved his hips and twisted my
head so that he could explore the entire inside of my mouth with the
swollen glans of his bloated cock. He contracted his loins several times
and I could feel him squirting streams of his viscid precum into my mouth
to lubricate me --- and mark his territory. I'd never known anyone with
that sort of control over their bodies. Nor had I ever known anyone who
could produce the exorbitant quantities of slithery sex slime he was
spraycoating all over the inside of my mouth.

Somehow, one of my teeth nicked the sensitive head of his cock. His big
hand came forward and slapped my face, gently, but firmly. Warning me to be
more careful. Looking directly into his eyes, I took the head of his cock
between my teeth and firmly bit down. His hand slapped my face again, even
more solidly than before and he wagged his finger 'No' in my
face. Unrepentant, I bit down even more firmly and glared into his
eyes. With a wolfish grin on his face he took the shaft of his ramrod in
his fist and pulled his head from between my teeth and set it against the
back of my mouth and pushed into my glottis until I started
gagging. Deliberately, he released his shaft and pulled his hand back. His
hand swung down and slapped me hard enough to rattle my teeth against his
cockshaft and bring tears to my eyes.

I blinked my eyes to clear my vision and reached up to hold onto his
slick-haired and tight muscled thighs. Blinking my eyes again, I nodded to
him. His hand reared up and popped me across the face so hard his gagging
cockhead uncorked from my glottis. I struggled to put the rigid stopper
back in place as his palm landed on my face again. I quickly got it back
into place and heard that soft, Southern drawl of his.

"Ya'll like it this way, don't cha?"

I blinked my eyes and realized that he was right. This was what I
wanted. I'd been in charge, running hard for so long that it really felt
good, not only to have sex, but to let someone else be in charge, to tell
me what to do and to make me do it right. I relaxed. Let go and let him be
in charge. I nodded to him in acquiescence and that exciting wolfish grin
spread across his face again.

"Wallll," he drawled out, "I'm gonna give ya a good throat fucking then,
cuz that's what yer needin' right now. But you pay attention and take care
of me good, or I'm gonna have to whup your butt good before I fuck yore
ass. You hear me, boy?"

This ignorant, backwoods hick was calling ME 'boy'? Yeah! And that's what I
was right then. His 'boy'. To fuck or use any way he wanted. My rule about
sucking a guy off before letting anything else happen, sexually at least,
was just so much bullshit. If this male animal wanted to fuck my ass or pee
in my face, I'd be in position as soon as he told me what to do. I knew it,
and he knew it. He was showing me respect by fucking my throat first, by
giving me what I most desired. Proving to both of us what a stud he was and
how much in charge he was by not having to play some stupid one-upsmanship
game with me like any of the "more civilized" people I knew would have had
to do to prove their control and power over me. First pushing my hair out
of my eyes, he took hold of my head again and slowly, firmly, solidly
forced me to open up in front of him as he eased his hips forward, testing
my depths for himself as though he didn't truly believe that I could take
his length completely down my throat.

Constricting my throat as tightly as I could, I increased the sensations of
penetration as much as possible for him without actually moving. He smiled
in appreciation as he continued to steadily advance into my slick
gullet. He took is own sweet time, but even his lengthy cock finally ran
out of extra inches and the frizzly mat of hair that surrounded the base of
his throat stretcher grounded on my lips and face as his tight ballsack
pushed against my chin and then his lower belly flattened my nose.

"Yeah! That's fucking awesome boy! You takin' my whole thing down inside
you like that. Feels so damn good!"

"TAKE IT COCKSUCKER!"  he demanded and ground his groin into my face as
hard as he could, pulling on my head and pushing with his loins with all
the force at his command. Humping at my face, grinding his crotch and
wiggling back and forth and up and down to seat himself to the penultimate
depth of my unresisting throat. Moaning with the pleasure of his attack I
assisted his deep probe in every way I could. Pulling his thighs, grabbing
his hard muscled butt and pulling him into my face. Sucking as hard as
possible. Dropping my belly and tightening my diaphragm to suck at him from
below. The two of us went wild with our mutual attempts to sequester him as
deeply inside of me as possible, and maybe just a tiny bit more. Finally we
managed to lodge him at our ultimate penetration.

"Yeah!" he bellowed from deep in his chest. "I got me the best cocksucker
ever hanging on my dick. You're gonna get fucked fer sure, boy!"

I don't think I can even begin to describe the next half hour or forty-five
minutes except to say that he proved that he was, in fact, a Master
Cocksman. He fucked me so good that most of the time I didn't even know
what was going on because he had me so involved in the immediate here and
now of how his cockhead was stimulating me at that moment or how his hard,
smooth loins were pounding against my face.

Right in the middle of a fabulous series of deep throat, long-dicking
thrusts he stopped with his cock buried deep in my abused channel.

"You want it in your belly, or you want it in your mouth?"

I moved my swollen and bruised lips around the base of his cock.

"In your mouth?"

I nodded.

"Well, you better get ready to do some swallerin' then cuz I ain't cum in
near on three weeks n' you're gonna get a hell of a load of my juice."

Holding my head still and using only his hip motion he started long cocking
me, gasping and grunting for air. Cussing and praising how good I
sucked. He lowered my head and bent his knees until he had a straight shot
down my throat and started face fucking me hard and fast, pounding my face
and howling out loud how good it felt to fuck me hard. Any consideration of
the beating my face was taking had long since passed. Releasing my head and
grabbing desperately at my face and lips like he was afraid he'd lose my
mouth, he pulled his hips back until only his cockhead was in my mouth and
shot a long, almost solid stream of clotted cum that filled my mouth and
bulged my cheeks out. He was right! He shot a HUGE load!.

I was just starting to really taste his load when his cock convulsed and
the second stream erupted from the long, indented slit in his meatus. He
clamped my lips with his hand so nothing could escape that way and my
cheeks swelled, filled and stretched to their maximum and the pressure of
his stream forced gouts of the lumpy slime into my throat, gagging me. I
coughed and his cum spurted out of my nose and I snorted the burning fluid
from both nostrils until he clamped them shut. I finally managed to swallow
just as his cock surged and the third piss stream of cum, every bit as
plenitudinous as the first two foamed into my mouth. Suffocating, sucking
and desperately swallowing, I managed to cope with the fourth and fifth
streams that reenacted the length and volume of the first eruptions.  After
the fifth blast he went into a whole series of shorter ejaculations, even
burying his cock deep in my throat for several of them. He released my
nostrils and I snorted to clear my nose and suck in a bit of air as I went
frantic on his cockhead, trying to stimulate him to shoot every possible
drop of his thick and delicious sperm juice into me.

Gleefully he kept ejaculating wad after wad of his load into me until he
was up on his toes, muscles rigid and trembling all over as HE gasped for
air. Finally, he dropped to his heels and slumped over on top of me, his
hands supporting him on my back and his still firm cock laying in my mouth,
drooling the last of his load onto my taste buds. I let his cockhead fill
my mouth, enjoying his taste as I breathed in enough air to replace my
losses during his awesome orgasm. He panted and trembled over me as I
recovered and his drooling finally slowed to a stop with my mouth and lips
gently caressing their master, the cock they adored --- and worshiped.

Finally, he pushed against my back lifting himself upright again. Taking
hold of my head between his rough palms, he looked down at me with eyes
that were glazed looking. Slurring his soft Southern words like he was
drunk, he said, "Now yer going to find out what I'm famous for," and he
pushed his cock back down my throat.

He doubled the time of his first fuck, working slow and then fast, mixing
deep and shallow, straight and swirling, and corkscrewing and jabbing and
fucking me so good I just never wanted him to stop even when, over an hour
later, he shot three more of his long loads and a whole new series of what
would be normal shots for any other man into my sucking, craving, servile
mouth.

Hunched over my back again, randomly squirting, twitching and drooling into
my still nursing mouth, he talked to me as he stroked and caressed my
body.. "Yeah. You like eating that hot juice of mine. Sucking my big shank
and gettin' fucked any way I wanna. Yore a fine mouth fuck too,
Mr. Jon. Ain't never had none better." His hands had reached my butt and
were groping, squeezing and feeling them all over. One of his long fingers
tapped at my anus until I pushed back and opened up, exposing the moist
inner tissues to his probing finger. Using nothing but my own natural
lubrication, he corkscrewed his digit into me, getting a good feel of my
fuckchannel and fingerfucking me to palpating readiness. "Yeah. Good
ass. An' ya wanna get it fucked real good, don't cha!" I nodded 'Yes' and
he pushed his finger all the way inside me and gave me a good finger
fucking.

Asshole sucking at his rapidly fucking finger, I pushed my butt back,
presenting myself for fucking like a mare in heat, and I'd found the
stallion I wanted to service me. "Come on." he said. "I wanna take ya out
of this sand and get your groceries put away so I can fuck you good before
I leave. I gotta have me some of that fine ass, Mr. Jon. I just gotta fuck
you!"

Keeping his finger drilled deep inside of me, Clay pushed me over backwards
until I landed on my back in the sand. Pushing my knees apart he pounced on
my erection, swallowing it to the root in one fell swoop, jamming his
fuckfinger deep inside of me at the same time. I dug my shoulders and the
back of my head and heels into the sand and arched up to fuck back at him
in counterattack. His finger jammed against the bottom of my prostate and I
howled in an agony of pleasure as my cock swelled up so large that I
thought the skin was going to rip.

I was still trembling under the ministrations of Clay's mouth and finger
and the free hand that had joined in to give my balls a good working over
when I felt Clay freeze and then something cold on my cock. Startled, I
opened my eyes into the lowering sun and saw the shadowed outline of
Tac. He'd heard me and his long hair was standing up in aggressive anxiety
as he checked out what was happening. I tried to reach up and touch him or
to talk to him but Clay's finger was still jammed into my prostate and I
was pretty much paralyzed in my spread-eagle position.  Tac checked my face
and I managed to lick his nose to let him know I was OK. He licked my face
in acknowledgment and went back to investigating what Clay was doing to me.

I felt Tac nosing around in my groin then licking the base of my cock and
then all over Clay's face. He nosed my leg and Clay's face apart so he
could check what was going on down there and I felt his tongue licking
around Clay's deeply imbedded finger. Tac realized that two of his beta
males were fucking and got real aggressive, licking Clay's ears and then
the back of his neck and then sticking his nose under Clay's belly to check
the state of his cock and balls. Clay held still and let Tac dominate him
even when Tac got behind him and started licking his asshole like he was a
bitch in heat. I could feel Clay growling deep in his throat and realized
that he was loving the feeling of Tac working on his asshole. I grinned at
Clay as I saw Tac loom up over his back. Clay moaned and shifted the
position of his ass as Tac jammed the sharp, stiff bone of his slick red
cock into his ass. Tac got that stupid look on his face that he always got
when he was breeding some bitch. His tongue flicking in and out and his
eyes focused a million miles off as he humped Clay's ass with a
vengeance. If Clay was going to fuck me, by God, Tac was going to give him
a good fucking as well!

I started to laugh when I saw the look on Clay's face. He looked just like
Tac. His eyes de-focused and concentrating on the fucking that was going
on. My quiet laughter seemed to bring him back from wherever Tac's dog bone
had sent him and he went wild. Sucking madly on my dick and raping my
asshole with his thick knuckled finger and working his ass against the hard
fucking dog cock.

I couldn't take it. The friction on my fuck channel, the heavy suction on
my fuckrod, the sound and feel of Clay going wild as he sucked and
fingerfucked me as he got rapid stroked by Tac's dogdick, it was all too
much and I screamed in a high-pitched wail as I exploded into Clay's greedy
maw. Arched into a adamantine catenary, my entire body pulsed surge after
surge of pent up ball juice into my rednecked, hitchhiking cracker until
the world just sort of faded and then blacked out.

Finally regaining my sensibility, I became aware that I was lying, stunned,
on my back in the sand. Clay was crouched on all fours over the top of me,
a self-absorbed grin on his face. A stream of my cum was viscidly drooling
from his parted lips and his eyes were unfocused and glazed over as he
concentrated on what was happening inside him. Tac was done fucking him and
had slid off Clay's back. The big knot at the base of Tac's dogcock had him
hooked up to Clay like he was a bitch. The throbbing of the big red and
blue dogdick as Tac pumped him full of thin dog sperm kept his ass
squeezing and clenching at the imbedded animal bone. Grinning with evil
delight, I spun around on my butt in the sand and ducked underneath
Clay. Scooting back until my head was between his legs, I looked up and saw
the big dogcock disappearing into his ass and Tac's balls squished off to
the side as throb after throb pumped dog juice into Clay. I'd seen Tac's
dog dick before, and it was awesome. The docking bulb at the base was huge,
and must feel awesome up inside of the hitchhikers gut. Opening wide, I
reached up and let Clay's heavy nuts, now swinging free in their orgasm
relaxed sack, drop into my mouth, one after the other. The look of one huge
horseshoe shaped nut had been caused by the two big ovoids being bunched up
in all the skin of the now long dangling sack.

Wiping the sand off my hands against my chest, I took a light double-handed
grip on Clay's heavy fleshrod as I gently closed my lips as high up the
hairy nutsack as possible. Tentatively, I ran my fingertips all over Clay's
hot fleshtube, testing and exploring until all my fingers were wet from the
drool oozing out of his urethral opening. His whole butt and crotch had the
astringent smell of dog dick and canine sperm. The smell excited me, I
wanted to fuck this ass too! Lightly, I ran my fingers backwards until my
two stacked fists surrounded the massive organ hanging heavily from Clay's
groin, from its base to within several inches of the fat mushroomed
cap. Without any sort of warning, I suddenly clamped my lips shut and
sucked as hard as I could on the enclosed maneggs. At the same moment I
started pounding his pud as hard and fast as I could. Stretching the skin
out from his pubes until his fat cockhead was skin and fist covered and
immediately reversing to slam back into his crotch as fast and hard as I
could. Clay went from bemused to sexcrazed beast in that first
stroke. Hunching his hips as fast as Tac had screwed him, Clay dropped his
mouth to cover and worry at my limp cock as he violently reacted to my
sexual attack and the hot cock that was still working his ass over.

Tac had to take a step backwards to keep from having his cock torn off by
Clay's violent motion. I reached up and found Clay's tiny titties and
started pinching and twisting them as hard as I could. Clay reacted by
hunching forward hard, locking Tac's cock into place as he sprayed stream
after stream of hot sperm all over my belly and groin. I tried to jerk my
cock and balls out of Clay's mouth as I started to uncontrollably piss all
over the place but he locked his lips around my micturating manmeat and
sucked up every drop of urine in my bladder.

When we both finally went limp, Tac finally managed to pull his still
swollen cock out of Clay's dog fucked and cum drooling ass and laid down to
lick his well-pleasured cock back into its sheath. Clay and I helped each
other stagger to our feet and walk shakily back into the big tidal pool to
rinse the sand and sperm off of our bodies. Sexually, for the moment at
least, sated.


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