Date: Wed, 22 Apr 1998 06:07:06 GMT
From: tremaine@mindspring.com
Subject: Country Boy (M/b, M/M, inc, authoritarian)

COUNTRY BOY

by Marc Tremaine
(tremaine@mindspring.com)


WARNING:  If you are offended by the idea of sex between males of any age,
or sex between males where there may be a significant age difference, or
sex between males who are related by blood or marriage, you definitely
shouldn't be reading this story.  If this type of sex, or reading about
this type of sex, is illegal in your particular state, province, or
country, don't violate the law.  If, according to your local laws, you're
under age, don't violate the law.  This story is a fantasy.

Copyright (c) 1998 by Two Voices, Ltd.  All rights reserved.  You have the
right to download this story to keep on your computer, and to print a hard
copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice.  You do not
have the right to repost this, pass it on to anyone, or use it for
commercial purposes, that is, you can't try to make a buck off my work.
The only thing you have my permission to do with this story (besides the
obvious one) is stated above... and nothing more.  Get it?  Got it?  Good.


COUNTRY BOY

        My momma used to say, "Some men are born to be saints.  Other men have
sainthood thrust upon them."

        I always listened to my momma.

        But when she said that, I musta been listen' too hard to the word "men"
and to the way she'd give this slight emphasis to "thrust"--kinda makin' it
two words almost, "thruh-ust."  Maybe that's why my motto has always been,
"Some men are born sluts.  Others have sluthood thrust upon them."

        "Thrust."  What a definitely dee-licious word.  Especially when it's
used so close to "men."  What was it Blanche said, "I have always depended on
the thrusts of strangers?"  How true, how true.

        Every time I hear that word, my dick kinda twitches.  So does my
asshole.  And my mouth gets kinda moist, and I can feel my lips wantin' to open
wide--real wide.  Pavlov and his damned dogs don't have nothin' on me when
it comes to automatic responses to external stimuli.  That's a
mouthful--even though it ain't the way I like my mouth full--just to show
you I'm not some dumb cowboy, like maybe you were thinkin'.

        I'm not one of those conditioned sluts, though.  Maybe you've seen one.
Hell, maybe you fucked one, or had him suck your prick.  The kind of guy
who's been used so many times, so many ways, by so many men he's all worn
out 'n he's more like of them blow-up plastic fuck-boys that just kinda
lays there 'n pretends he's gettin' off on whatever you're doin' to him.
Not me, child.  I'm kind of a...what'd you call it when you was tryin' to
explain somethin' about computers...a wuzzy...

        Wizziwig.  Thank you all to hell and wipe that grin off your face.

        Anyway, me 'n sluthood.  Y'see, just before I was five I figured out
what I wanted:  men and lots of thrusting.  And just after I was five I had me
a list. In my head of course.  A list of men I wanted thrust upon me, or in
me.  Like my daddy.  And two of my uncles (one on my momma's side, one on
my daddy's).  The cop my daddy played poker with on Friday nights--and
fucked out in the barn real late most every Saturday night.  A cousin.  My
older brother.  No, asshole, not that one.  As far as I'm concerned he
don't exist.  He may be the oldest, and nice-lookin' 'n all that.  But he's
the prick of the western world.  Always has been, always will be.  Didn't
trust him then, don't trust him now.  And give me half a chance, aw fuck,
gimme half a half a half a chance, and I'll stomp his balls into some kinda
gooey paste.

        Now where was I when you sidetracked me with that rotten bastard?
Well, I don't think he was really a bastard, but what other explanation is
there for him?  He certainly didn't get to be the way he is from momma or
daddy.  Maybe he was a bastard, and just got adopted by my folks, and they
never wanted to tell us about it.  Probably too ashamed.  Like if they had to
say something it'd be kinda like havin' to eat shit in public.  'Course, havin'
to acknowledge him as your son was even more like eatin' shit in public, so
they were screwed either way.

        Shit.  It happened again.  Look, can we get back to where we belong?
Talkin' about me, that is?

        Now.  About my list.  My other older brother is the one on it.  Now
lemme think.  Oh yeah, a coupla months into the school year I added my
kindergarten teacher to the list.  So those were the only ones on the list
when I was five.

        Yep.  Five.  Just like the goddamn elephant, I said what I meant and
meant what I said.  Nobody was showin' me things to get me started--well,
actually they were, they just didn't know about it.  And nobody was
touchin' me or messin' with me up to then.  Damn it.  Hell, for the longest
goddamn time I had to be the one to start things with these chickenshit
men.  Didn't really occur to me for that same long goddamn time that they
weren't slow 'cause they lacked balls, they just didn't wanta wind up in
jail if it turned out they were readin' my signals wrong.  Well, they
coulda wound up in jail for readin' my signals right, but after they had
me, they sure the fuck wouldn't care about no jail time...they'd make
damnall sure they didn't get caught.

        Signals?  Hell, with some of them I had to practically come right out
and ask if it was okay to suck their dicks.  With one I actually did have to.
But that turned out all right.  Real good in fact.

        Okay, okay.  I'll tell you.  Keep your pants on.  Uh...hmmm...come to
think of it, that plane don't leave until six.  We could pull off the road
somewhere....  Alright, I'll behave.  But don't expect me to do much if you
get horny over this stuff.  And you will.  And it's gonna serve you right.

        Let's see.  I knew about fuckin' as far back as I can remember.  I
didn't ever see no bees doin' it, but sure as shit saw birds 'n practically
everythin' else goin' at it.  It's real hard to miss a Percheron fucking.
Or cattle.  Or even dogs.  Especially this one queer dog we had.  Used to
fuck any male dog he could mount any time he could get 'em to stand still
for it...or make 'em stand still...he had wicked teeth.

        Besides fuckin' I knew about men and boys and how they was built.  Lots
of chances to find out on a workin' farm...and watch.  Lookin' at my daddy
workin' out in the sun, gettin' all sweaty, with no shirt on and
perspiration runnin' like water through all the hair on his chest, down
into his jeans, where they'd get all sticky and cling to him, and he'd have
to grab at his prick and balls a couple of times before he could get the
denim unstuck.

        Hmmm.  Never occurred to me before right now that daddy seemed to do
most of that when I was watchin' him, or at least, when he knew I was watchin'
him.

        Or seein' daddy drop his jeans below his butt and haul out his floppy
balls and big ol' dick, and stretch it, and then hold it out while he
pissed up a storm against one of the trees, or out in the field when he
didn't want to walk all the way back to the house.

        And then there were my brothers.  Jeff is five years older than me, but
even at nine he was hung.  Ronny, the prick who don't exist, is nine years
older, so right about the time I started really findin' out what all that
manmeat and boymeat was for, he was just into puberty.  And he didn't have
no kinda dick at all.  Well, yeah, he had one, ya dumb shit.  Who's tellin'
this story, anyway?

        Now the way I figure it is this.  Ronny's dick size proves he was
adopted.   Y'see, God or somebody musta added up daddy's dick size, and
granddaddy's, 'n then gave about two-thirds of that to Jeff.  Swear to God,
child, my brother has the biggest dick I've ever seen on a white man.  Twelve
inches.   A real twelve inches.  Not like these porn stories where everybody is
eighteen inches long 'n nine inches around or somethin'.  Well, of course
I've seen it hard, asshole.  How the fuck else would I know how big it was?

        Gettin' kinda interested, are ya?  Well, you can just get your hand
outa your crotch and get it back on the wheel.  I got a plane to catch.
The rest of daddy's 'n granddaddy's dicks went to me.  And before you ask, I
know exactly how long granddaddy's dick is...and how it tastes, too.  Maybe if
you're real nice...sometime I'll tell you about it.

        Well, the leftovers in the family dick department ain't really long or
really thick, but I do have a set of goddamn big balls.  Ronny's balls are
kinda small for his size, and so is his prick.  See, I'm the runt of the
litter.  Six feet.  But Jeff is six feet and a fucking half.  And he never
lets me forget it, either, not that I mind any.  The other one is six
three.  Built real big, like some muscle stud, and then when you look down
there's this puny-ass cock stickin' out between his legs.  About the only
way you're gonna notice his dick when he's wearin' jeans, is if they was
like the Emperor's clothes.  So I figure that given the rest of the
family's dicks, Ronny musta been adopted.

        'Bout the only thing the no-name was good for when I was little was
watchin' him jack off.  Dickhead shot a reasonable load.  No talent for
strokin' his prick, though.  He never seemed to really get into it, like he
was just jackin' his meat to stop the horny feeling.  Dumb shit.  Still, it
was kinda fun watchin' him playing with himself...just as long as he didn't
know I was watchin' or he'd beat the shit outa me and then get momma and
daddy to believe it was my fault somehow.

        I was real good at watchin'.  Jeff was even more fun.  Y'see, Jeff was
about six inches long by the time he was nine, and he was shooting, too.
Not as much as he did later when his balls were really big, but damn it was
neat to see him pump a load and cream all over his chest.  Or sometimes
he'd just sit on the stool with his legs spread and his cock pokin' out,
and beat off until he came in his hand and then he'd lick up his own cum.  

        'Course, watchin' my brothers beat off wasn't nearly as much fun as
watchin' daddy, whatever daddy was doin'.  But the first time...when I
found out what dicks were really for (and pissin' and beatin' off  ain't
it)...was somethin' else.

        It was about six months before this poker game.  Ronny was in the
hospital getting' his tonsils out, momma was stayin' there with him.  So it was
just me 'n Jeff sharin' the bedroom.  See, we didn't have a big house, so the
three of us had to share a bedroom, which pissed dickless off no end.  Jeff
took his shower and got into his boxer shorts and tee-shirt and was already
in bed by the time daddy finished givin' me my bath, and getting' me into
my little briefs and tee-shirt.  And daddy's dick was real hard.

        See, daddy 'n me always got along real well.  No-name was somethin'
special 'cause he was first born...always did wish we lived in Biblical
times, and I coulda erased the special sign on the door when Moses did his
stuff...and Jeff took after daddy as far as looks go.  But I always felt
real special with daddy, even though when I was little...before this poker
game...he never really said nothin' and shit, he certainly didn't do
nothin' sex-like with me.

        I got a real good memory for when I was young.  I can remember daddy
givin' me a bath, or lettin' me in the bathtub with him.  He'd wash me, of
course, 'n most of the time he'd get this big hardon.  And he'd just
pretend like it wasn't there.  He wasn't playin' with me, you know, like
feelin' my dick or my butt...all he did was just wash me.  But he was hard.
 Coupla times I started to put my hands on it...I knew I wanted that dick
real bad even if I didn't really know why...but he just stopped me real
gentle.

        Well, that night he read to me for a little bit, kinda soft 'cause of
Jeff bein' asleep, and pretty soon I fell asleep.  Well, shit, I was really
just pretendin' to fall asleep.  See, I had this funny dream a coupla nights
before...somethin' about daddy and Jeff...only I got to thinkin' maybe it
wasn't a dream.

        It wasn't.

        Daddy just sat next to the bed for a while, after he turned off my
light, like he was makin' sure I was really asleep, so I pretended real good.
In a little while, he got up and went over to Jeff's bed.  I rolled over on my
side so I could peek through my eyelids.  There was just enough light from
the night-light to see what was goin' on.

        When daddy shook Jeff's shoulder real gentle, Jeff lifted his head.  I
guess he was just pretendin' to be asleep too.  Daddy pulled the sheet down
off him, and Jeff turned over on his side, too.  Daddy got down on his
knees next to the bed, and reached under Jeff's butt, and pulled the boxers
down over Jeff's hips and then slid them off all the way.  Jeff was already
startin' to get hard, and like I said, for just bein' nine years old he was
hung really good.  My own little dick got hard right away.  'N then Jeff
was hard too.  Sorta like a hot dog, not one of them really big ones, but
he was real slick and smooth, with a head that was just a little big bigger
than the shaft. 'Course, he didn't have no hair then around his cock 'n balls.

        Jeff's dick seemed to get even harder when daddy unbuttoned his jeans
and pulled his dick out, and started playin' with himself.  Daddy was just
kinda squeezin' his dick, not stroking.  Not like I was stroking right
then.  I was working my own little dick like it was goin' out of style.  So
anyway, there's Jeff layin' on his side with his hairless cock stickin'
out, and daddy leans over and starts lickin' the head of Jeff's cock.  Damn
but that made me feel all funny inside, and I knew I wanted daddy to be
doin' that to me.

        Watchin' daddy getting' Jeff's dick all shiny with spit I realized that
they hadta been doin' it before. Jeff wasn't actin' surprised or nothin',
'n he had this real dreamy look on his face.  Pissed me off.  Not 'cause he
was enjoyin' himself, but because I wasn't gettin' any of it.  'N then Jeff
starts scoochin' around on the bed, with daddy still bobbin' his head up
and down, until Jeff was sittin' up on the edge.  That's when Jeff grabbed
daddy's head, kinda running his hands through daddy's hair, and then he
took hold of daddy's ears, and started fucking daddy's face.  I didn't know
the words then, but goddamn my old man was a great cocksucker.

        Daddy stopped jackin' off, and just reached under Jeff with both hands,
holding Jeff's butt cheeks. Jeff gasped all of a sudden.  I didn't know
until later that that musta been when daddy shoved a finger up Jeff's
butthole.  Jeff started thrustin' real hard into daddy's mouth, and daddy
pulled his left hand out from under my stud nine-year-old brother, and
started playin' with Jeff's tits.  Jeff clamped his lips together.  Daddy's
hands are real strong and I thought the way daddy was twisting that little
nipple that it hadta be hurtin' Jeff real bad, but Jeff just got this big
shit eating grin on his face.  He speeded up a bit more and I heard him
kinda whimper, "Oh, daddy," 'n that's when daddy reached up and clamped his
hands over Jeff's mouth.

        See, Jeff's a screamer.  When he cums the rest of north Texas knows
about it, 'n probably most folks up to Oklahoma City 'n Tulsa, too.  Most of
the time he can control it himself.  Although I've heard him let go real good a
coupla times when he's been out in the woods, but at home he practically
has to bite his lower lip off, or shove somethin' in his mouth like a
cum-stained jock or one of daddy's socks.  But with daddy workin' his prick
and rammin' a finger up his ass, Jeff really needed some outside help.  'N
daddy was obviously more than happy to give it to him.

        I still heard Jeff's moan when he started shootin' his load down
daddy's throat.  Daddy just bobbed 'n gulped, bobbed 'n gulped.  Then he
started going slower and slower and Jeff's breathing slowed down too.  Daddy
finally lifted his head out of his boy's lap, and kissed him real light on
the lips.

        I figured things was over then.  But I figured wrong.  Daddy stood up
with his cock stickin' out of the opening of his jeans.  Jeff looked up at that
big meat and he sat up straight and right away started lickin' 'n slurpin'
on daddy's dick, kinda givin' it a tongue bath but gettin' it all sloppy
with spit.  'N he was playin' with daddy's balls, one in each hand.  He
kept lickin' daddy's slit, too, 'cause daddy was leakin' precum like a
sonuvabitch.  Once daddy's prick was all shiny, the big veins standin' out
like ropes along his shaft, Jeff looked up at daddy and then glanced over
at me.  I was lucky, 'cause I managed to get my eyes closed real quick so
he didn't know I'd been watching.

        I heard Jeff whisper, "Here?" with that kinda tone that says "you gotta
be kiddin' me."  I was smart enough to just barely have my eyes open so I
could see but they couldn't really tell I was awake in the almost-dark room.  

        Daddy half-turned toward me.  Goddamn!  His prick was so fuckin'
beautiful, and so fuckin' big.  And it oozed this clear drop of fucklube
out.  "Now," daddy whispered back, in that kinda tone I've heard lotsa
times since then.  The kinda tone men use when they're thinkin' with their
dicks, 'n the only thing their dicks are tellin' them is that they gotta
shoot and fast.

        Jeff just shrugged his shoulders, and scrambled around real quick so he
was kneelin' on the edge of the bed with his butt up in the air.  Daddy'd
dropped his jeans to his ankles.  He dropped to one knee and buried his
face in Jeff's butt.  Wow!  I'd never thought of butts bein' sexy before,
but Jeff and Daddy sure knew a lot more than I did.  Jeff was grinnin'
really wide, and he put his hands behind him to spread his cheeks.  I could
just barely hear daddy licking and slurping Jeff's hole.

        Jeff was still spreading his cheeks when daddy stood up again, kinda
bent his legs and pushed the slick head of his prick against that little pink
hole.  I almost gulped out loud when I saw that hole just open up 'n take
daddy's fat dickhead.  Daddy paused for a coupla seconds, but Jeff got
impatient and shoved his butt back.  Daddy took the hint and just started a
slow push that spread Jeff's hole wider and wider until his whole cock was
inside.

        Daddy didn't waste any time, though.  He slid right back out again,
until just his prickhead was still inside, and then he started shoving in
again.  Jeff just sighed and reached under to start playin' with his dick,
which had gotten real hard again.  Just like mine.  I was matchin' Jeff stroke
for stroke, or Daddy, I couldn't really tell who.  Daddy started moving his
cock in and out of Jeff's hole real fast, practically pulling all the way
out, 'n then he reached down with his right hand and started jackin' Jeff off.

        Daddy pushed Jeff flat on the bed, and his left hand clamped down on
Jeff's mouth again.  Jeff was practically buried under Daddy, but I could
tell by the way he was squirmin' and wrigglin' that he was enjoyin'
himself.  God knows daddy was, too.  I couldn't believe how hard he was
ploughin' that boy butt, but daddy's hard-muscled butt cheeks were clampin'
and unclampin' real hard, 'n all of a sudden he pulled all the way out of
Jeff's hole, and then rammed it in one final time.  Daddy musta been
cummin' a really great load, the way he was shakin'.  Jeff was in seventh
heaven, too, probably close to passin' out 'cause daddy was holdin' his
hand so tight over Jeff's mouth, but the way Jeff was thrashin' about, he
was really busting a nut, too.  Shit, if daddy hadn't kept Jeff's mouth
shut they'da heard Jeff cum all the way to Kansas City.

        That was my first cum, too.  I wasn't shooting anything, of course.
But the way I was shakin' and quiverin' and feeling tingly all over, it had to
be cumming.

        They just laid there for a bit, breathin' real heavy and finally
rememberin' they were supposed to be keepin' this a secret from me.  Daddy
slid his dick real slow out of Jeff's ass, and stood up.  He licked his
right palm, so I figured daddy liked eating cum, just like Jeff did.  Jeff
decided to get a taste, too, so he licked daddy's cock real clean, and then
daddy pulled his jeans up and put his meat back inside.  Daddy stroked the
side of Jeff's face with one finger, and Jeff smiled real big.  Daddy
slipped out of the room real quiet.

        Well, that was the last time I paid any attention to no-name.  Who
wants to eat a skinny hot dog when you can chow down on a big salami?

        The problem was, I knew what I wanted after that night, I just couldn't
get daddy to give it to me.

        One of the ways I tried was kinda squirmin' around when I was sittin'
on daddy's lap.  He'd get anywhere from kinda hard to real hard, but either
way there was this nice lump under my butt.  That made me feel real good.
Not the way I wanted to feel, but it was a start.  Thing was, daddy never
told me to stop, I mean, like he didn't ever want me to do it no more.  A
coupla times, though, when I was doin' a lot of movin' around, you know,
tryin' to get "comfortable," daddy would start breathin' kinda heavy 'n
then all of a sudden he'd just put his big old hands on my thighs and hold
me tight so I couldn't move no more.  His dick would kinda twitch under me,
but his breathin' slowed down, and he'd start gettin' softer, which is
about when he'd put me down, 'n swat my butt 'n tell me to go...do whatever.

        But for the next six months I didn't get to see daddy 'n Jeff fuckin'
or suckin', although a coupla times I almost caught 'em.  Then there was my
fifth birthday.  It was on a Friday, daddy's poker night, so we had my
birthday supper a little early, and presents and all that stuff.  On
Fridays, momma went out with her sisters and sometimes the wives or
girlfriends of the poker guys; said she wasn't wastin' her time gettin'
beer 'n shit for big strong men who were too damned lazy to get their sorry
asses outa her kitchen chairs to get it themselves, 'n she had better
things to do.  'Course she was grinnin' when she said it, but she meant it.

        So on my birthday night, daddy was playin' poker with Danny, the cop I
was tellin' you about.  I was sittin' on daddy's lap, pretendin' to help with
the cards, but what I was really doin' was squirmin' around even more than
usual.  Daddy was lettin' me stay up as a "birthday treat."  More of a
treat for him, though.  Just like all the other times, I could feel this
bulge right beneath my little ass.  Real hard.  And daddy just pretended
like nothin' was goin' on, as usual.  Which made me squirm even more.  Not
that daddy ever said anything about it.

        It started gettin' late, and Uncle John said maybe it was time for me
to go to bed.  But daddy said it was okay; he'd take me up later.  I suspect,
though, he had at least one other reason for not gettin' up right then.
With a dick that size, somebody mighta noticed if he'd stood up with his
crotch at eye level with the guys around the table.  'N maybe wondered how
come he had such a hard dick when there wasn't no pussy around.  So I just
stayed where I was, and wiggled my butt some more.  

        I don't remember now what got it started, but words started goin' back
and forth, and all of a sudden Danny sort of slammed his cards down and said to
daddy, "Well, fuck you and the horse you rode in on."

        Daddy just laughed, and I could feel it buzzing against my back where I
was leaning against his chest.  "Yeah?  Well, fuck you, and the ass you're
sittin' on."

        "You and what army?"

        Daddy kinda shifted his weight and that big lump under my hole got a
bit bigger.  "Me and this big old dick.  Don't need nothin' else.  Once you see
it you're gonna beg me to let you have it."

        I think my Uncle John knew what was goin' on.  That all of a sudden
this wasn't some macho game any more.  The cop was sweatin' just a little
extra, and there was a funny kinda look in his eyes.  The other dumb shits at
the table were just that...dumb fuckers who didn't have a clue.

        "You name it," he said, lookin' real intense-like in daddy's eyes.  

        Daddy bounced me up and down a little while he flexed his cock.  Damn!
but I loved that feeling.  "1 a.m.  Behind the barn.  Tomorrow night."

        "Yeah, right.  I show up to see what kinda pervert you really are, and
you got your brothers there to beat the shit outa me."  He gave daddy this
kinda big shit-eatin' grin.

        Daddy grinned back.  "You're probably right.  Though they might have a
bit of trouble with your boss, and those deputies from Crawford you'd drag
along to try to even things up."

        "So, you backin' out then?"

        "Yeah, guess I am."

        "Would you two perverts just shut the fuck up and play some poker?  Now
that we got it settled neither one of you is gonna buttfuck the other?"
Ben...one of the dumb shits...glared at my daddy and Danny.  Everybody
laughed and forgot about it.  'Cept me...'n daddy...'n Danny...'n maybe
Uncle John.  'Cause I knew nobody had really backed out of anything.

        A few hands later, with daddy winnin' 'em all, they decided to call it
quits.  The men let themselves out the back door.  Daddy put me down and
told Uncle John to take me up to bed while he cleaned up the kitchen; of
course, he was sittin' down while he was sayin' all this.  Uncle John just
grinned at daddy, and asked me if I wanted to be carried.

        Christ!  Was that a dumb shit question or what?  Of course I wanted
Uncle John to carry me.  He's big like my daddy, a coupla years older, and when
he carried me he held my butt in the palm of one hand, and his middle
finger...you know, the fuck-you finger...was always right in my crack.  And
if I wiggled just right, like I was gettin' comfortable (which I was), he'd
wind up with his fingertip on my tiny hole.  Like I said, damn! it felt
good...'specially when I kinda pressed down on his finger.  He didn't move
it...which oughta tell you that this was the uncle on my daddy's side who
wound up on the list I didn't know I had right then.

        Uncle John didn't undress me.  I insisted on doing it myself.  And I
made sure he got a nice long look when I was naked, particularly the hardon I
had.  There was just a little night light on, 'cause Ronny and Jeff were
already in bed, but it was enough to see by.  Uncle John was in the
shadows, 'n I guess he thought I couldn't see him.  He was kinda squeezing
his stiff cock inside his jeans, where it was poking down his right leg,
and all of a sudden he gave this real quiet gasp.  I never did find out how
he explained the cum stains on his jeans to daddy, or whether he managed to
get out of the house without daddy knowin'.  

        I was real good Saturday.  Did my chores.  Didn't bother anyone all
day.  And went to bed the first time I was told.  Freaked my family out.

        I've always been lucky about time.  Never had no need for an alarm
clock.  Momma would tell me what time to wake up, or I'd tell me...and that's
the time I'd wake up.  So it wasn't any problem for me to wake up about quarter
to one.  The problem was not wakin' up either of my brothers, especially
the dickhead.  But I could always tell them I had to pee or somethin'.
Didn't matter, though.  Neither of 'em moved or paid any attention when I
picked up my shoes.  I was only in my underpants, but I'd be damned if I
was gonna walk down to the barn at night in my bare feet with all the crap
that was out there.

        I knew where the creaky board was and got around it.  Once I got
downstairs I saw a light in the bathroom, so I slid by real quiet and real
quick.  Well, not real quick, exactly.  See, the door was part open and I
looked through the crack between the wall and the door and there was daddy,
sittin' on the stool, with his overalls down around his ankles, and his
feet bare.  His legs were spread and he was leanin' back, with his right
hand sort of gropin' his cock and balls.  He wasn't jerkin' off,
just...playin' with himself.  And hummin' a bit, though I didn't recognize
the music.  I reached down inside my pants and groped my own little dick,
which was hard.

        It felt real good, too, but I just knew if I kept on feelin' real good
right then and there, daddy might see or hear me and I might wind up not
feelin' so good with daddy's hand paddling my ass.  Although....  Well,
anyway, I backed off and there was enough shadows that I got past him, and
out the porch door.

        Once outside I jumped off the porch and hid in the bushes right by the
steps.  And waited.  Didn't have to wait too long, 'cause daddy came out in
a little while.  He was wearin' bib overalls, with just the right side
buttoned, the left was dangling down his front, the strap almost pointin'
directly at daddy's cock and balls.  Which were kinda bulgin' right then.
The sides weren't done up very far, either, and I got a glimpse of daddy's
butt cheek when he walked by.  

        I waited a couple of minutes and then followed him.  I musta waited
almost too long, 'cause I nearly got caught by the headlights when the deputy's
car pulled up.  Fortunately, he was turnin' the lights off almost as soon
as he got there, so I was pretty sure he didn't see me.  Guess he didn't
really want anyone to know he was actually showin' up to meet daddy.  I
heard the car door shut real quiet and Danny kinda whispered my daddy's
name, his voice real nervous-like.

        Daddy's voice was real deep, and when he said, "I said behind the barn,
asshole," he was whispering, too, but it was as clear as if he was standin'
right beside me.  It was just like daddy could throw his voice out just far
enough to be heard, and then there was this wall that kinda stopped it so
no one else could hear.  Danny walked a little faster, and so did I.  When
he turned the corner around the end of the barn, I moved up real fast.
There's place in the wall where I can just squeeze through, so I did, and
then sneaked up to where the big doors was standin' open.  The moon wasn't
real bright, but enough that it made really black shadows in the barn.  Big
shadows.  More 'n big enough to hide me, even though I was close enough to
see and hear everything.

        Daddy and Danny were just facin' each other there, not sayin' anything,
like each one was waitin' for the other one to speak up.  Danny was
twirlin' his cap in his hands, and kept on lickin' his lips.  Daddy just
stood there quiet-like, starin' at Danny.  He reached up real casual, and
pretended to scratch his chest, but I saw his fingers pull on his tit, and
that made that big old bulge in his jeans kinda twitch.  The movement
caught Danny's eyes and he looked down there and then up again real quick.
And then he did it again.

        Daddy smiled real slow, and said, "You want my dick, Danny?"

        There was a pause, and then Danny sagged.  He'd decided not to go
through with it.  You could tell by the way his body slumped and then
straightened up, but before he could say anything...like try to bluff his way
outa there, Daddy unsnapped the other shoulder and the overalls slid down over
his hips.  And over his real stiff cock.  Danny gulped and licked his lips
again.  He forgot all about pretending he'd just been joking.  He just
stared at daddy's dick.  'N daddy musta got off on it, too, 'cause all of a
sudden some clear thick drops began oozin' outa his piss-slit.

        Daddy asked a second time if Danny wanted daddy's cock.  But this time
it was kinda different.  Couldn'ta put it in words then, but it was
like...well, it was like daddy's voice just reached out, 'n wrapped around
Danny, 'n then...just sorta...took over.

        "Here, boy."

        Daddy sounded almost like he was callin' one of the dogs, but Danny
didn't say nothin'.  He moved up to daddy, not lookin' at daddy, just at
daddy's drippin' prick.  There was a nice bulge in his uniform pants, too.

        "You ever suck cock, boy?"

        Now, ya gotta remember, Danny was a deputy sheriff.  'N real proud of
that.  'N nobody gave no shit to Danny.  Ever.  Danny was five eleven,
musta weighed two thirty, two forty.  Ever'thin' about him seemed...round.
Not fat round, though.  He looked like he'd been carved outa stone, not
shaped from dough.  His body wasn't literally like a barrel, but ya kinda
felt like he was almost as thick as he was wide.  His legs was like these
huge pillars that had to hold up a big temple or somethin'.  Round face,
deep set eyes that on somebody else mighta looked piggy, but not on Danny,
wide nose, real full lips...actually the only thing about him that looked,
well, plump...and black hair everywhere.  Hairiest goddamn man I've ever
seen.  Wasn't the kinda stiff, wiry hair that ya feel is gonna poke holes
in your skin.  Nope, it was real soft, 'n real thick, the kind that makes
y'wanta purr when you rub it.

        Y'see, a lotta what folks say about good ol' boys in Texas towns is
actually true.  Danny stops your ass for speedin' or whatever, 'n you give
him lip, you're likely to find yourself with one of those big hands around
your neck like a doctor's neck brace...only a lot tighter...and all of a
sudden like you're being stretched up 'n up until you're barely standin' on
your toes, 'n havin' a whole lotta trouble breathin'.  'N he just holds you
there, not squeezin' or nothin'...well, maybe just a gentle little shake or
two that makes you realize if his hand wasn't around your neck and you was
movin' that way you'd really have to wear a neck brace for the whiplash.
'N when he's sure you got the message--'n most men are real eager to let
Danny know they got the message--he just lets you down real easy like.  'N
brushes off your shirt.  'N he's callin' you "sir" real polite, 'cause he's
a servant of the people, see, 'n you're callin' him "sir" on accounta you
know that's the only thing gonna save your ass.  'N when you get your
ticket, you just thank him extra polite and get the hell out of there.

        Y'see, nobody...nobody without a death wish...calls a black cop in
Texas "boy."

        'Cept my daddy.

        I figured Danny was gonna try to pound the shit out of daddy for sayin'
that.  Hell, even I knew you weren't supposed to say that kinda stuff, even
if you're talkin' 'bout a kid your own age.  See, I knew that if I tried to
help daddy, I'd have about as much effect on Danny as, well, a rabbit goin'
up against a wolf, but I was gonna try when I realized Danny wasn't doin'
anything.  Just standin' there in the moonlight.  Thinkin'.

        After a while he said "no" so quiet I almost didn't hear him.

        Daddy raised his arms, his hands out towards Danny's chest.  He made
just a tiny little gesture and Danny moved a step closer, right up to where
daddy could rest his hands on  Danny's pecs.  Only he didn't.  He waited
just a little bit, like he was makin' sure Danny understood that he'd just
moved 'cause daddy wanted him to, 'n then daddy said, "You want to suck my
cock, boy?"  Almost at the same time he put his hands on Danny's chest and
started rubbin' and squeezin' 'n then he musta found Danny's tits, 'cause
daddy squeezed with thumb 'n forefinger, 'n Danny groaned.

        "You a wannabe cocksucker, boy?" daddy asked again.  'N that's when I
realized that daddy wasn't sayin' "boy" like you really mean "nigger."  He
was sayin' it like daddy said it to me, pointin' out he was the one in
charge, 'n I wasn't.

        Danny licked his lips and said, "For you."  Daddy musta squeezed
Danny's tits real good right then because the moan was louder and he kinda
leaned into daddy's hands, shovin' his chest at those fingers.  Daddy just kept
on goin' until this time it was Danny who got the message and he sorta gasped
out, "Sir.  For you, sir."

        "Then on your knees, boy, and suck your daddy's prick."

        A look of dismay passed over Danny's face.  If he did what daddy said,
'n what he wanted to do...wanted real bad to do...he'd have a hell of a time
explaining why the knees of his uniform were all soiled from the dirt 'n
crap that was on the ground, 'n soiled in a way that made it real clear he
hadn't just tripped and fell, but he was kneelin'...and for long enough to
kinda grind the stuff in.  Daddy figured out what the look meant, but he
just put his hands on Danny's shoulders and said, "Mebbe next time you'll
think ahead and bring a clean uniform to change into 'n case the one you're
wearin' gets...dirty or somethin'."  Then he pushed on Danny's shoulders 'n
Danny just dropped right down to the ground.

        Danny leaned back on his haunches, so's he was lookin' right at daddy's
cock. Now, child, you'd probably like it if I gave you all sortsa
horny-makin' description 'bout how Danny took it real slow, and licked the
head of daddy's prick, 'n stuff about how daddy hadta kinda teach him how
to suck proper.  Problem with that is, it didn't happen that way.  Y'see,
once Danny makes up his mind on somethin' that's it; might as well try to
pick up a mad bull elephant 'n toss him somewhere as try to change Danny's
mind.  That's why you gotta be real careful what you ask for when you're
askin' Danny 'bout somethin'.  Well, Danny just stared at daddy's cock and
as soon as he reached up and wrapped his fist around daddy's meat, I knew
Danny had decided he was a cocksucker.

        He stroked daddy's pole a coupla times full length, 'n then he leaned
close, opened his mouth, and be damned if he didn't swallow the whole
goddamn thing.  His big hands reached around daddy and took hold of daddy's
ass and started usin' daddy's butt to shove daddy's cock in and out of
Danny's mouth.  Daddy sure didn't mind.  He just put his hands on Danny's
head, stopped the head motion, so Danny just sat real still, and then daddy
started to face-fuck the cop, holdin' the cop's head in place so daddy
could really slide his prick in and out of those wide soft lips.  Daddy'd
sometimes pull all the way out and wiggle his prick head across Danny's
lips and Danny would just lick and lap with his juicy tongue, and as soon
as daddy nudged his mouth, Danny just opened up, and took every inch like
he'd been doin' it all his life.  The sight of those big soft lips slidin'
over daddy's slick meat got me goin' real good.  I practically ripped my
briefs gettin' em off, and stood there playin' with my little dick, which
was hurtin' a bit 'cause it was so hard.

        After a while of face fuckin', 'n Danny startin' to moan, and play with
himself, daddy stopped strokin' and pulled his cock all the way out.  He
waggled his hips and rubbed his dick across Danny's puffy, spit slimy lips.
 Then he reached down and grabbed Danny's tits.  Swear to God, it looked
like daddy just lifted all them pounds right up off the ground just holdin'
onto Danny's tits, the way Danny just kinda flowed up.  Daddy worked on
Danny's tits real good, 'cause Danny was twistin' and sighin' and kinda
gruntin', too.

        "You tired of tellin' people all day long what to do, boy?"

        "Y...oh!"  Danny gasped real loud when Daddy clamped down hard on his
tits.  "Oh, Jeez, yes...yessir."

        "You want someone to tell you what to do, boy?"

        Couldn't fuckin' believe it.  Here was this fuckin' huge motherfucker
black cop whimperin' in daddy's hands and noddin' his head so hard you'da
thought it was impossible for a neck that thick to move that way.  But it did.

        "Then drop your pants, boy.  Drop 'em fast."

        Danny started fumblin' with his belt; his hands shakin' so bad he could
hardly get it unbuckled.  But he did, and unzipped his pants and shoved
them 'n his boxers down past his hips.  Holy shit, but he had a nice piece
of meat on him.  See, it's true that lotsa big men, football player-lookin'
guys, got small dicks, some of 'em y'have to have a fuckin' electron
microscope to find.  Guess all the energy that went into buildin' all that
size and all them muscles kinda left the dick department to fend for itself
on what little was left over.  Danny's cock was six, six 'n a half inches
long, and like the rest of him it was big around.  Real dark brown, almost
black, 'cept for the head, which was all pink and sticky with precum.  His
balls were big, but they didn't hang down a lot, just this huge bag of 'em
right up under his prick.

        Daddy used one hand to go on workin' Danny's tits, and with the other
he started playin' with Danny's dick, palm underneath, fingers curled up, and
when he'd reach the end of a stroke out, he'd rub his thumb all over the
cock head.  After a bit he stopped that, too, and turned Danny around.  I
got a glimpse of Danny's face and I guess he figured they was alone out
there, 'cause otherwise he wouldn'ta let how afraid he was show on his face
at all.  Daddy's dick wasn't as thick as Danny's, but thick enough, and a
couple of inches longer.  And he knew it was about to go up his butt.  He
was also smart enough to figure out that if daddy had been fuckin' his
mouth the way daddy'd been doin' then the ass-fuckin' wasn't gonna be no
slow motion picnic.

        Daddy pushed on Danny's back and Danny bent forward, restin' his hands
on his knees.  Daddy squatted behind him, his cock anglin' up between his
legs, his balls almost touchin' the ground.  Daddy sure loved eatin' ass
from the expression on his face when he dived into the kinda deep gully
between Danny's butt cheeks.  Soon as he felt daddy's tongue slickin' him
up, Danny shuddered and moaned and reached for his dick, but daddy moved
faster and grabbed holda Danny's arm 'n stopped him...all without lettin'
up on his rim job.

        When daddy finally decided he'd had enough ass, or that Danny was wet
enough, daddy told him to get down on his hands and knees.  Danny didn't
even wince, just did what he was told.

        Goddamn that was some sight.  Huge black cop kneelin' behind the barn
with this wide, hard-muscled ass stuck up in the air, his boxers and uniform
pants tangled around his knees, his uniform shirt and tee shirt hangin'
loose, and his cock stickin' out real hard and drippin' precum like a
fuckin' leaky faucet.  Danny rested his weight on his forearms.  Guess he
musta give up on worryin' 'bout his uniform.

        Daddy stood on one leg then the other while he pulled off his overalls,
and then dressed only in his boots and socks, daddy straddled the cop,
restin' his weight on the cop's back with his left hand and with his right
hand he directed his prick between those cheeks and right to Danny's
shut-real-tight hole.

        "Fuck yourself on my dick, boy."

        Daddy's voice wrapped around Danny again, and this time...swear to god
I could almost see a bit between Danny's teeth, and reins comin' back into
daddy's hands while daddy pulled back slow 'n steady on his mount.  'Cause
that's just about what happened.  Daddy just held real still and made Danny
do all the work, wriggling his butt until daddy's cock was in just the
right place, and then forcing back until the wide cock-head snapped through
the ring.

        "Jesus!" Danny almost shouted, even though he was whisperin'.  You
could tell he was hurtin' but there was these invisible reins pullin' on him
and so with hardly a pause he kept on shovin' his ass back toward daddy until
he could feel daddy's big ol' balls against his butt.

        The reins held daddy's mount in place while daddy slid his dick almost
out and then held it there.  "You want your butt fucked, Danny?"  Danny nodded,
but that wasn't good enough for daddy.  "Tell me, boy, what  do you want
right now?"

        "I...I want you to fuck me, sir.  Please, fuck me."

        Daddy slid about a third of his meat into the cop's spread hole.  "How
do you want it, boy?  Slow 'n gentle and romantic-like, like we was lovers or
somethin'?  Or you want it hard 'n fast, 'cause you're here for me to use?"

        "H...hard, sir."

        Daddy shoved the rest of his cock deep into Danny's ass in one stroke.
Danny sorta growled with pleasure.  "Hard enough, boy?"

        "Harder, sir.  Please, sir, fuck me harder."

        Daddy slid all the way out to the head and then rammed it home harder
'n faster than before.  This time Danny just whimpered.

        "You gonna cum with me, boy?"

        There was just a slight pause while the cop figured out the question.
He musta given it some thought before, though, 'cause it didn't take him long
to come up with the right answer, "If you let me, sir."

        Even though I couldn't see daddy's face right then I knew he musta been
grinnin'.  Daddy didn't say anything more, he just started fucking.  Hard.
Really hard.  I been with a lot of men, child, but ain't none of them able
to fuck hard the way my daddy fucks hard.  Daddy'd thrust in and move his
hips in a circle so you could tell his prick was rotatin' inside Danny's
asshole, or he'd do that on the way out.  And he'd shove back and forth
real hard and real fast for a while, and then slow down a couple of
strokes, and then do it again even harder 'n faster.  Ever' so often,
daddy'd yank his meat all the way out, leavin' the cop's hole gaping and
puffy, and then he'd slam it home again.

        All the while this was goin' on, Danny was start to breathe faster 'n
louder, and started whimpering and then moaning, and then just plain
begging daddy over 'n over again to let him jack off, or daddy jack him
off.  They was in this fantastic rhythm with daddy rammin' his cock in and
out, turnin' Danny like the movie said, ever' which way includin' loose, 'n
finally daddy said in a real strained voice, "Beat that fuckin' prick, boy,
and you feel the first splash of my cum up your slimy butthole, you better
start shootin' cum like you ain't cum in a coupla months!"

        Danny grunted a "thank you, thank you, sir" as the first of the last
set of strokes up his hot tight ass almost knocked him flat on his face.  He
braced himself with his left hand on the ground and started beating his
cock faster 'n faster, while daddy did the same with the speed into the cop
butt.  It only took a few strokes until daddy without warnin' crammed his
prick one final time up Danny's asshole, and I could tell he was cummin'
real good.

        So was I.  I was playin' with one tit with my left hand, and a finger
and a thumb were strokin' my hard little cock back 'n forth, 'n all of a sudden
I wanted to shout and scream myself.  My body got buzzy and tingly feeling,
and I started thrashin' around like I was havin' some sorta fit, but it
sure felt fuckin' good.

        And right then, that same moment as I started cummin', Danny moaned
real loud and started blastin' a huge load of thick white cum straight outa his
cock...and right up inside his tee shirt and his uniform shirt.  Spurt
after spurt of his juice sprayed up there and not a drop touched the
ground.  Once he stopped pulling on his prick, he slumped over, his
forehead on the ground.  Daddy was still up inside him, and he reached
under the cop and smeared the cum all around, pressin' Danny's shirt up
against his belly and chest.

        Daddy pulled his dick outa Danny's butt real slow, and then had Danny
sit up.  Daddy made him raise his butt up off his calves after a second, and I
saw daddy shove a couple of fingers up Danny's butt.  They were dripping
with cum and assjuices and he smeared his fingers around Danny's hole, and
then reached inside Danny again.  This time, though, he put both fingers in
Danny's mouth and had Danny suck them clean...and then repeated it with his
cock.

        Still naked, 'cept for those boots, daddy let Danny get up and put
himself back together.  Well, sort of back together.  He didn't look much like
the same deputy sheriff ever'body knew, not with those big sweat stains under
his arms, and cum and sweat stains all over the front of his shirt, and
ground in dirt and straw 'n stuff on his knees.  Daddy had a capper,
though, 'cause when Danny finished bucklin' his belt, daddy put his hand
behind Danny and started playin' with Danny's asshole again, like he was
tryin' to push his fingers through the cloth and up Danny's ass again.

        Only he wasn't.  He was just makin' another wet stain, this time around
Danny's ass.  Danny and daddy just stood there...with me in the barn in the
shadows, holdin' myself up against the wall with one hand...didn't know
cummin' could take it outa you that way, even a dry cum like mine.  Danny
was twirlin' his hat 'round and 'round in his hands, lookin' down at the
ground.

        "Y'got somethin' to say, boy?"

        Danny still kept his head down, but I could tell he was lookin' at
daddy's half-hard cock.  "Uh, can I...."  His voice just trailed off.

        "You want to get used again, boy?"

        Danny nodded.

        "You real sure, son?  'Cause next time it might not be so easy."

        There was kind of a flinch in Danny's eyes at the thought of somethin'
bein' not as easy as takin' my daddy's big long cock up a virgin stud
butthole.  But then there was this kinda hot flare that said "what the
fuck."  He looked up at daddy this time, right in the eyes.  "Yes...daddy."

        "Well, son, to show how grateful you are, maybe you oughta suck your
dad's cock before you go."

        Danny was almost all the way down on his knees before daddy stopped
talkin'.  'N then he started makin' up for lost time...all the times he
coulda been suckin' dick but was foolin' around with pussy.  Daddy made him
cum in his pants so the mess was real visible, and then made him keep on
suckin' until daddy unloaded another big spray of juice down the cop's
throat.  Me...if I'da been shakin' any harder the fuckin' barn woulda
fallen down.

        Damn but that cop was a sight when daddy got done with him.  Heard
later that on the way back to his house to get changed for the rest of his
shift, he couldn't avoid one of the other deputies, who came up to the car 'n
got a real good look down at Danny's crotch and the stains all over his shirt
and pants...and just grinned.  After that, Danny didn't miss many poker
nights, 'n he sure didn't miss any night when daddy let him come over, either.

        Yeah, idiot, I got me a hardon, too.  But here's the turnoff for the
airport.  Told ya you'd regret not takin' me up on the offer.  And yeah,
you're gonna have to get out of the damned car and help me with the
luggage; I don't give a fuck how hard you are.

        No, asshole, I don't have time to tell you about my cousin fuckin' me
when I was six.  Or any of the rest of the stuff right now.  You wanta know
more when you pick me up on Tuesday, you ask.  Okay?  'Cause if you ain't all
that interested, child, I ain't gonna be bothered tellin' you all this.

        Thanks for the ride...and try not to swerve off the road 'n kill
yourself when you cum on the way back.  I don't wanta have to spend the money
to take a cab home.