Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2009 23:27:57 +0000
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
Subject: PA, GRUB AND ME PART ONE

Pa, Grub and Me Part One
Copyright 2009 Vab T Z Boi

(the usual disclaimers apply, fantasy is just that, not real so remember to
enjoy the flight but don't deviate from the journey)

(Again thanks to all of you who have written about my stories, it is great
to feel ones lonely hours toils are appreciated)

	It was lunchtime at Suckers Creek School, the sun was shining real
high in the sky and me and the boys woz runnin' round the schoolhouse, we
woz trying not to get caught by the girls who wanted to play kissy-chase. I
just managed to avoid Daisy Ann but as I twisted round her, big ol' Connie
Brooks caught me fair 'n square.

"I'sa got ya Huckleberry," she crowed, tossing me to and fro in her beefy
arms, "an' naw yor'e gonna kiss me."

I bent my head, I like Connie to play with, but she's a big, farm girl,
comes from heavy German stock and to be honest, after running round in the
sun she smells of cow dung just a little bit too much. Anyhow I was caught
so I bravely puckered up, there in the middle of the playground, her arms
still wrapped round me with all my mates looking on and watching and
crowing. I closed my eyes, it was better I didn't see her piggy eyes when
we kissed, an' I began to smell her milky breath, she'd drank a big glass
of warm milk with her lunch and the smell of her breath and that cow dung
aroma was mixing bad in my stomach.

"Huck, Huckleberry, wher'n hell are ya boy," I heard my father's thunderous
voice. 'Saved' I thought as I felt Connie's arms slip loose, 'but saved
from what,' I asked myself. Pa sounded loud and excited, 'he couldn't be
drunk this early in the day' I said to myself, 'but then I knew pa could be
drunk as a skunk any time of the day if he wanted.

Released from Connie's grip I opened my eyes, my pa was standing at the
school gate, looking over the wooden pailings, his hand up to his eyes to
shield them from the sun. 'He's standing straight' I thought, 'straight
could mean sober and sober could mean I was in trouble and the way pa was
hollerin' I was in deep trouble.'

"Comin pa," I shouted or rather squealed, its funny that whenever my pa
shouts like he does my voice goes all high pitched and I sound like a
squealing pig on its way to be slaughtered. "I'sa comin' pa," I shouted,
sorry squealed and legged it over to the school gate.

Missy Jarvis my teacher came out from the school building.

"What is that noise?" she called out, fanning herself with that big ol' fan
of hers that can really rap yor'e knuckles if she thinks your playing her
up and I knew 'cos I had felt that rap many a time.

"Its my pa Miss," I called out, proper like not squealing this time.

"What does he want?" she asked me.

"I don' know Miss," I replied, truth to tell I had no idea what he wanted
except he wanted me and my backside was already tingling with the prospect
of another probable beating.

I began to list the things in my mind that would produce the sort of
hollerin' and shoutin' reaction that I and the school was being subject
too. I was sure he knew nothin' 'bout the prank I had played on Preacher
Duffer, in any case he hated the Preacher wors'en I did, then there was the
fish I stole from Farmer Jacob's pond but I'd already eaten that evidence,
perhaps he'd found the remains of the fire where I cooked the fish, pa
don't like it if'n I don' share stuff wif' him. Perhaps and my blood run
cold at this, perhaps he'd found out about the five dollars I'd liberated
from his back pocket of his dungarees t' last time he got to drunk to
stand, now they were hid, very well hid, but if'n he'd found them then I
was really up t' creek without a paddle an' the only paddle I would feel
would be the one he used to tan my backside. Quaking I approached the
school gates.

Missy Jarvis had moved faster than me and by the time I nervously got there
she was by my side. My father quietened at the sight of either my thin
frame or that of my teacher.

"What do you want Mr Harker?" she asked, "I do not approve of parents
interrupting the schooling of my pupils and in particular I do not approve
of those who come shouting and screaming to the schoolhouse like it was a
fishmarket."

My daddy cowed before her and I wished I had that sort of power, hell I
also wished I knew what a fishmarket was.

"Sorry an' all ma'am," he nodded his head in a sorta bow, bobbing his head
a couple of times. "But I come for my boy, I need him," he coughed a bit at
the end of that sentence.

I sniffed the air about him; I could not smell booze and that worried me,
visions of that paddle of the huge, heavy, powerful flat of his hand made
my backside wriggle an' I could hear the whistle of the wind as his arm
began those heavy movements. 'it had to be the five dollars' I worried
myself with and I squirmed beside my teacher.

"Huckleberry is attending school," Missy Jarvis insisted, "and I don't
allow pupils to leave half way through the day."

My daddy twisted his hat round and round in his hands and he trembled
before the schoolmistress, 'hell he was more frightened of her than I was'
I suddenly realised.

"He ain't attending school just right now," pa wheedled, "I know he's at
lunch an', an'," he coughed nervously again, "I just want him to help me, I
need him for 'bout an hour," he said twisting his hat faster and faster.

Missy Jarvis looked up at the sun, "School starts in half an hour, if you
can get him back by then, then he may leave school premises, but if your
need is longer than that, then there is no way Huckleberry is being absent
from any part of afternoon school."

She was a foot smaller than my pa but right now she stood ten feet tall
over his bowed head.

"Three-quarter's of a hour," my pa mumbled.

"Half an hour and time is passing Mr Harker," Missy Jarvis tapped her foot
impatiently on the ground.

"Yess'mm ma'am," my pa surrendered.

"Huckleberry you have my permission to leave school for half an hour,"
Missy Jarvis spoke to me, "and not a moment longer. Is that clear," the
last part was more directed at my pa.

"Yess miss," I replied meekly almost saluting and then I nervously stepped
out the gate, looking at my pa from the corner of my eye, keeping a
watchful eye on the swinging arms that promised my backside a warm feeling.

Pa strode away from the school and I hurried to keep up, almost running at
times as he took those deep seven league like steps of his.

The Suckers Creek schoolhouse was new, it had been built on newly broken
ground on the outskirts of the growing town and was located in a still
countrified woodland area that was fast disappearing. Since the railway had
reached us the town was expanding; the railway had brought better profit to
the large cattle ranches and better profit meant more spending, so the
townspeople had built a bigger school and this also meant we kids now had
to attend on a regular basis. This was a constant source of annoyance to us
boys who were used to running wild and free amongst the countryside.

Pa strode down the path to the main road and then turned off the path and
cut through the trees, as I struggled to keep up I tried to work out where
we were going but I could not think of anywhere in particular that he was
taking us. Suddenly he came to a halt and I tripped over his foot,
sprawling on the grass, my arms and legs splayed out as his abrupt halt
caught me unawares.

"This'll do," he grunted.

I turned over and sat up looking up at pa. He towered above me and I found
myself admiring his strong figure, muscled in all the right places just at
that moment he did not look threatening.

"Pa?" I spoke hesitantly, wondering if this was the right time to ask him
what he wanted.

"Get out of those clothes," he barked and suddenly I was at ease, now I
knew what my pa wanted me for.

Quickly I shed my ragged dungarees and tattered shirt which was all I
wore. Shoes were a luxury we could not afford and in any case I had been
barefoot most of my life. Pa was not much better although he did wear worn
out boots, naked we looked at each other, there was no need to speak, I
just laid on my back spread my legs open wide and held my pussy up so he
could slide in easier.

"Hmmm," pa grunted as his thick seven inches slid in easy, it was easy 'cos
I was still full from the fucking he gave me earlier in the morning, like
he did every morning since, well since three days after mom split, wanting
the bright city lights and not the dark boring hard working countryside
life of the wife of a smallholding farmer.

I felt filled real good as pa's thick tube of manflesh filled me up. Ours
was a hard life, pa worked his smallholding, it was enough for food and the
small shack he had built kept us warm and dry but pa tended to drink any
extra profit, often hiring himself out to other farmers to keep the wolf
from the door, when he'd drunk more than the profit.

Pa fucked me fast that afternoon, I had no idea what had got him going but
he steam hammered my pussy, fucking that large seven incher in and out of
my fucker for a hard ten minutes before he collapsed flooding my boy chute
with his ball juice. I hadn't cum myself but I was not worried, my pa had
been fucking me for nigh on two years now. I was seven when he first did me
and I always remembered that night when he pulled me out of my bed and laid
me in his telling me to 'spread my legs for daddy and be a good boy' as a
special night for us both and since then I had been a proper daddy's boy,
learning everything he taught me about what a very good boy could do for
his daddy. Now I was eight and I knew how to make him please me; I also
knew he was good for another fuck almost straight away so I just held him
and worked his cock with my muscles.

"I missed that sweet ol' boy pussy of yours," he grunted, between kissing
me and licking my face, "I finished my chores round the farm, repaired the
top field fence and cleared the weeds from the irrigation channel and then
I sat down in t' chair on the porch with my coffee an' it was then my
pecker and I missed you," he grunted as I felt his cock thickening again,
responding to the caress of my pussy muscles, "so I decided as it was
lunchtime that pr'haps a nice 'noon fuck was a possibility, despite the
fact it was a school day."

 I sighed happily at that, it was proof my pa saw me as more than a place
to sow his seed, more than a part of the farm he ploughed in a different
furrow and such an admission made me feel good, made me want to make him
feel good, and I knew just how to do that. I squeezed my pa's cock and put
my weight on my left side, after two years of fucking me every which way
there was pa understood and he rolled so I was now on top of him, his
pecker held tight by my pulsing boy pussy muscles.

Now on top and in command I rode my pa, I had been riding horses since I
was a babe, born in the saddle they say, and riding my dad's big horse dick
was no problem, I knew how to keep my seat when riding a bucking mount and
pa was certainly my kind of stallion. Fucking in the woods was no bar
either, pa and I had fucked everywhere on the farm, in the woods, by the
river, in town at the back of the saloon, even in the churchyard one sunny
afternoon when he picked me up from Sunday School. Hell we even did on
horseback when we rode over to see my grandpappy, it helped to pass the
time on the long journey.

The best times were at night as the sun was going down, pa would bring his
coffee out to the porch and sit on his ol' rocking chair that his
grandpappy made for him. Once he was settled I'd climb into his lap and
slide onto his waiting slick cock, we'd then spend the next half hour or so
steadily rocking back and forth. It was never a hard fuck session, more
slow and gentle like, but it always guaranteed massive cums for us both,
I'd often have a few little ones and then as pa's rocking of the chair
speeded up we'd climb the height of passion until we were both quivering
with orgasmic joy.

Afterwards once we had calmed down and our heartbeats were normal, I'd lie
with my head on pa's shoulder, his dick still pulsing inside me, then he'd
pick me up carry me to our bed and fuck me gently to sleep. Off course
whenever he came to bed after me he'd wake me up and I'd fuck him to sleep
but that was how we helped each other out, we were family after all and I
was a good boy, always did what my pa wanted.

Naked then and out in the woods near school I mounted my pa, dug my knees
in and began to ride his big pecker with practised ease. I altered my
position so that I alternated between twisting his nipples which I knew he
loved and squeezing his heavy orange sized balls, making sure that my
little ol' pleasure nut inside my pussy was well ridden too.

In no time at all I had my first cum, well pa had got me heated up with his
fast first fuck so it likely that I would be ready to pop soon anyhow. I
bounced my way through my climax enjoying the feeling of pa's dick being
squeezed tight by my pulsating boy pussy.

"That's it my boi," pa grunted, "you ride that ol' pecker of mine, get
yo'self a nice good cum an' then' I'll fill that fuck hole of yours with
some good quality man milk."

Being a good boy I did exactly what pa wanted, I rode him to another two
dry cums for me before we hit the big one, I was riding pa like mad,
twisting and writhing, making sure he got me good on my lovenut as I
squeezed his pumping shaft with my muscles. Pa was wheezing now, groaning
and spluttering as I twisted his nipples in my fingers and then he let out
a roar, one I knew, it meant his man milk was shooting. I bounced down real
hard on his dick, pushing hard into his groin and squeezing my pussy
muscles even harder making his cum good for him, at the same time my own
body was trembling as I came too, my nerves tingling and my lovehole
gripping him vice like as I felt his dick shoot hard inside me, I felt his
cream hit my nut and then we were gasping and moaning as calmed down.

"Fuck that was one of the best," pa groaned reaching up and rubbing my
hair, mussing it completely. "We shall have to try this more often as you
fucked me so well, you'd be well up for more lunchtime fucks, won't you
Hucky my boy."

"Sure pa, you know me anytime for little ol' daddy," I grinned and bent
down to kiss him.

The sound of the school bell rang out and I had to scramble off him. I
could hear Missy Jarvis's warning about being late so I grabbed my britches
and shirt and ran naked, pa's milk running down my legs from my hole as I
ran, trying to put my clothes on as I rushed to get back on time.

The others were just about sitting down when I got back to the schoolhouse,
I burst into the room, I had managed to get my dungarees on, they were
flapping round my waist, the straps bouncing against my backside and my fly
still wide open as I rushed in tugging my shirt over my head. Quickly I sat
down on the back seat hoping Missy Jarvis would not notice my state of
undress. I was still dealing with my shirt when I felt a hand between my
legs. I smiled I knew that touch, it was my sorta boyfriend Grub and I
liked the way he was caressing my groin, horned up as I was from daddy's
unexpected fuck.

"Hiya," Grub whispered feeling me up, "you sure look cute with yore' fly
open and that cute dickie of yours on show," as he spoke he was rubbing my
cute little dicke into a stiffie and I chuckled quietly at his touch.

I let go of my shirt, I could finish dressing later, now I had much more
important things to attend to.

Missy Jarvis was handing out our afternoon assignments, the infants were
asked to draw a picture of their homes, the juniors had reading and writing
tasks, Missy Jarvis had not noticed I was not in my proper place until she
came to my book and then she looked for me as I ws not in my usual place.

"Huckleberry Harker where are you?" she called looking round, an irritated
tone in her voice, one that boded ill for me if she thought I was playing
her up.

"Here Miss," I raised my hand.

"What are you doing back there?" she asked and advanced towards me, my eye
was on the fan which dangled of a string at her waist, if she went for it
then I knew my knuckles were going to be red.

"Er, Miss, Miss," Grub spoke out.

"Yes Tobias," she said using Grub's given name.

"Miss, er Huck's well, he's helping me with my reading," Grub said
nervously.

I loved Grub at that moment, he was saving me from a beating and possibly
setting himself up for one.

Missy Jarvis stood still, I thought she was gearing herself up to beat us
both but then surprisingly she relaxed her intimidating stance and a softer
look crossed her face, only momentarily though.

"I see," she stated flatly, "I agree, perhaps that would be a better use of
Huckleberry's time, he is a better reader than you Tobias and it really is
time you moved on."

I held my breath. I knew I was a good student, I liked reading and writing
and Missy Jarvis often made me read out loud to the class when a new book
came along. My arithmetical skills were good to; pa knew that as I had
saved him money at times when it came to bill times; Porky Badger who owner
the main store where you bought most stuff, was not above adding a bit into
his bills, but he soon learnt that the Harker family were not to be an easy
mark in future once I started checking them.

"Miss," I raised my hand.

"Yes Huckleberry?" Missy Jarvis looked back at me.

"Miss should we sit at the ol' table at the back of the room, Grub, I mean
Tobias talks quite loud when he reads," Grub was still at stage where he
reads with his finger on the page and sounds the words.

Missy Jarvis thought about it for a minute and then nodded her head, she
knew I was right, Grub would distract the class with his reading and she
often sat with him at the back table.

"Yes, Huckleberry, please move with Tobias to the back table but," she
wagged her finger, "I will be keeping my eye on you both."

'Eye' I thought, 'evil eye more like' I said to myself but moving to the
back table did offer possibilities and my balls tingled at the idea.

Grub stood up a big beaming smile on his face, quickly I shoved his book at
him so no one would see the huge bulge in dungarees, his cock was already
stiffening obviously his mind was walking the same path mine was. We
quietly walked over to the oak table and sat down, here we faced away from
the class and Grub's smile grew even larger, mine did to at the prospect of
getting my hands round his huge pecker.

I like Grub, maybe even love him a little but I'd be the first one to admit
he's a little slow, I mean he has a heart of gold and he works hard but
school is hard for him, he's the oldest of five brothers so far and his
father depends on him so much, they have a bigger piece of land than we do
and his father works tirelessly to provide for his wife and five boys and
I'm always welcome at their table as is any of his boys friends; but Grub
struggles at school. He will make a good farmer, he has the feel for the
land, but the worry is that he could so easily be taken advantage of as in
other areas he has problems. He's fourteen now and we've been doing stuff
since he was twelve.

It was at the local swimming hole it happened, we all skinny dipped, hell
if we couldn't afford shoes who the hell could buy swimwear. I was lazing
around, pa was off on a drunk in town so there was nothing much to do, I
headed for the pool, that time of year that's where everyone went but when
I got there the place was empty. I swam a bit and then laid out in the hot
sun, we didn't bother 'bout sunscreen in those days.

Grub turned up, he'd been working in the fields all day and was tired,
dirty and sweaty, he shucked his clothes and dived it. I watched him
swimming for a bit, the water helped cool him down and soothed his aching
muscles. He got out, waved at me and came and laid down beside me. I
remember looking at his body, pa had fucked me for the first time a week
previous and I'd spent a lot of time being taught how to best please him
and in the process discovered how good a cock made me feel.

Grub was twelve, a big twelve, he was chock full of muscles and to me big
slab of a cock between his legs. At twelve he was about as big as pa was,
his dick hung down over a pair of goose egg sized balls, he had a
smattering of soft curly hair round the base of his dick and a few scrawny
ones on his balls. As we lay there his cock began to grow and thicken in
the heat of the sun.

I watched his erection growing with fascination, I was now very interested
in dicks after what pa had taught me and I reached out and began to stroke
the warm tube of boy cock. Grub giggled.

"Feel's nice," he smiled and I was smitten by that big ol' happy grin of
his that would light up his face.

"Feel's right nice to me," I grinned, "ya got a nice big dick Grub."

He laughed, "Yeah," he drawled stretching lazily in the sun as I stroked
his growing cock, I knew it was already bigger'n pa's and I began to wonder
what it would feel like inside me.

"Yor'e so hard, its like a lump of iron," I said awed.

"Yes," he said and a puzzled look crossed his face, "it keeps doin' that,
getting stiff, it's a pain at times."

I looked at him amazed, he was a farmer's son, he'd taken his pa's cows to
ol' Farmer Gorrins bull for service, he looked after his father's hog who
serviced a number of pigs in the area, an' he hadn't made the connection
with his own body.

"I can show you how to deal with it when it gets like that," I said,
rubbing him a little harder and seeing the gleam of a first bubble of
pre-cum leaking out of his slit.

"Can ya?" he looked at me still puzzled, "I tried lots of things to make it
go soft again, t'only thing I know is it goes down if I need to piss or if
I jump inta cold water, but I don' always need to piss when it goes stiff
an I can't carry a bucket of water 'round with me."

I laughed and stroked the throbbing tube again, the pre-cum was leaking all
over his cock head and I decided that I'd teach him 'bout jerking off and
sucking him later. I wanted that fucker inside me and my boy pussy tingled
in anticipation.

"Sure I can help," I told him.

I looked around carefully, we were still alone by the pool and I was lying
in a sheltered spot, anyone arriving at the pool would not see us straight
away. I opened my legs and told him to get between them.

Anxious to learn he knelt between my open legs as I told him, I rubbed his
cock juice over his shaft, my pussy was still full from pa's earlier load
dumped in my boyhole and I pulled him down on top of me, he followed his
cock down as I placed it at my puckered winking opening.

"Push it in real slow," I told him grabbing him by the arms, he hesitated
and I crossed by legs over his backside and pushed him.

He almost fell on top of me but his cock moved forward parting my entrance,
he felt the heat on his cocktip and instinct finally took over and he
lunged forward.

"Hey," I cried out, "go slow, you have a big one you know."

"Sorry," he said that puzzled look on his face and then as his cock slid
into my boy pussy the look changed to one of wonder and delight. "Ooohhhh,"
he gasped, "this feels so hot and goooood," he grunted at the end as my
pussy did its thing and sucked him right in.

I pulled his head down on me and kissed him on the lips, he wasn't sure
about that but when my tongue forced its way into his mouth he changed his
mind. I taught him to start pulling backwards and forwards and he soon
cottoned on to how good that was. Danged if I didn't feel good too, his
pecker fitted me real good and was rubbing up at that special spot inside
me that my pa sometimes missed, but not my Grub, he was hitting me in all
the right places.

He was getting the hang of it now, his cock was pumping away and I had ta
slow him down as I wanted to make sure I got my button off as well as
himself. The look on his face when I made him go real slow was amazing, you
could see the pleasure roll right across his face, his eyes rolling with
the joy he was experiencing for the first time. Slow and sexy then I took
his virginity, he came right after me, my dry climax musta done the trick,
my pussy writhing as I orgasmed. I felt his cock spit inside me, six shots
of boy milk hit my inside and I swear I felt everyone of them. He collapsed
on top of me groaning and breathing heavily, he was not as heavy as my
father but he felt weighty as he was forcing himself against me as he
gained his breath.

I kissed him gently, soft sweet kisses which he accepted and gave me back.

"Wha, wha, what happened?" he sighed.

I giggled and cuddled him, I was feeling rather good well fucked even.

"Come on Grub," I chuckled, "you know what happens when you take your pa's
cow to the bull."

He sorta sat up, his head going back and he looked down at me and then the
penny dropped, "Oh," he said and then he looked down, though god knows what
he could see, his cock was still buried inside me.

"Feels good eh," I grinned at him.

He nodded, a big smile playing at the corners of his mouth and then he
wrinkled his brow, "But my pecker still feels stiff," he said wonderingly.

I laughed and stretched sexily beneath him.

"You know what that means," I sighed happily.

"Nope," the dumb beaut said.

"It means ya gotta do it again," I whispered.

For a moment he was still and then that huge big beaming smile began to
grow on his face and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Can I," he was excited and I knew 'cos I could feel his big ol' pecker,
pulsing and throbbing inside me.

"You bet," I beamed for once matching his smile.

This time I just let him do it, he was like a wild animal, puffing and
heaving and shoving his huge rod back and forth in and out. He was kissing
me too, real good, his tongue almost reaching inside my throat and it felt
good, I had a couple of little cums and then he moved up a gear and then
two more and really shoved it too me. I was loving watching him, watching
his joy, watching his emotions clear and brilliant on his honest face as he
finally let go and threw six more heavy shots of his boy cream up inside my
spermy tunnel, again I felt every shot and it felt hot.

"Dang I liked that," he grinned and kissed me hard on the lips, I threw my
arms tighter round his neck and rubbed myself up against him, he still felt
hard and I still felt horny but seconds later I felt him subsiding and then
his pecker flatly slid out.

"Goddam it has gone down," he grinned, that ol' beamer of his lighting up
his face and making me feel cool.

We lay there for a while soaking up the rays of the sun and then we hit the
water again, racing each other and splashing water at each other, I dived
down between his legs and played with his floppy cock and balls, I surfaced
right up alongside him and held onto him and kissed him. He didn't dive
through mine, he was afeared of getting his head under water, some kinda
scare when he was younger but I didn't mind.

We got out of the water and did it again, this time we went well together,
him learning how to pleasure himself and me in the process. I taught him
through my first cum and he learned well, he worked away at giving me my
second cum, I can always remember him fucking me steadily, concentrating
his tongue trapped between his lips pointing out the left hand side of his
mouth; then we went for his orgasm, I was lucky to get off again, that
pecker of his was just ace at plugging my pleasure button and my final
climax triggered his, my boycunt grabbing his pecker in its vice grip as I
compressed his spunk outa his cock and balls.

"Gee," he said that big ol' smile lighting up his face an' it said it all.

I walked back with him to his place, we walked close together Grub's arm
around my shoulder and it felt nice and safe. As we walked in the heat of
the late afternoon sun we spoke 'bout life an' things like any backwood
boys do, then as we passed the big oak tree by the crossroads Grub spoke to
me.

"Its done it again," he whispered.

"Huh?" I replied, my mind was working on whether his ma would invite me in
for a meal, she set a mean table did Ma Dunker and I had always envied Grub
an' his brothers 'bout how well they ate.

"My pecker," he wriggled and I looked down, his dungarees were well tented
out an' it was clear what he'd been thinking about.

"What do I do?" Grub asked a hopeful tone in his voice.

I looked around and pulled him towards the oak tree, the crossroads was not
busy at this time of day and I decided to teach him about other ways to
bring that eight-incher down to size. He watched bemused as I slid his
dungarees down, the big fat tube of his boyhood almost glowing brightly in
the sun. As I knelt down and took that long cock of his in my mouth he fell
back against the oak tree and groaned and moaned with delight as I sucked
the fat fuck tube. All to soon he was grunting as I sucked his huge load,
he sure made a lotta cum, more so than did my pa but I had no problem in
swallowing all his boy cream down and it tasted good. I remember smacking
my lips afterwards thinking 'I want more of that.'

Grub was smilin' and had that dreamy look on his face, he leant back
against the oak tree, his boytube hanging down, his big ol balls swaying a
bit and as I looked up at him as I suckled the last of his sweet liquid out
of his cock I knew we'd be doing it again, no problem.

When we got to his place his ma was just setting out supper, and she looked
at me she knew where pa was an' she felt sorry for me. Next thing I knew we
were hustled out to the outside pump and along with Grub's pa and his
brothers we washed our hands, faces and necks. Grub n' me back from the
swim hole passed her inspection but Grub's pa and his ten-year-old brother
Walt had to suffer her scrubbing brush across their necks and hands afore
she would let them in to eat.

After supper me and Grub headed out to the barn where I helped him feed the
cows and settle them down for the night, the others dealt with the pigs and
the hens and the washing up. It was getting late now an I needed to head
home, pa might be dead drunk somewhere or someone mighta just dumped him
back at the shack. We sat up in the hayloft resting on the bales of hay
piled up for feed.

"I gotta think 'bout heading home Grub," I said, "pa might'a found his way
home by now." I looked at him sideways on and dropped my eyes to his bulge
hoping he'd get the message.

"Sure 'nuff," nodded Grub, stretching his muscles.

"Did you like what we did today?" I asked making the hint bigger but as
usual I was overestimating Grub's mental capacity.

"That was great," he grinned and that big happy smile made me tingle in a
place I knew could only be scratched by one thing. I opted for direct
action.

I leaned close and slid my hand inside the fly of his dungarees, as soon as
I touched the warm lump of his cock it started to grow, seconds later his
smile also grew bigger as his brain connected the dots. That's when I stood
up and stripped and laying my clothes across a haybale, I don't like to get
scratched when I fuck, pa got my back rubbed raw once when we did it in our
barn, I lay down on the haybale and spread my legs wide my boy pussy
winking at Grub. It took him a couple of moment but then he stood up and
dropped his dungarees and pulled of his shirt, then at last both our itches
were being scratched in that eternal method.

Grub was again too quick and he dropped his load almost in two minutes just
as I was getting warmed up, but being the expert fucker I was I soon had
him panting again only this time I worked him to my rhythm and I grunted as
he fucked against my pulsing love tube as I dry cummed, my tight pulsing
tube doing enough to bring him off again. We lay kissing for a few minutes
whilst we quietened down and then I headed home. It was start of a
wonderful loving relationship although at first it was just plain fucking
and we did often in those first few months.

So here we were tucked away at the back of the classroom, I checked on
Missy Jarvis she was busy with the handwriters, going from one to the other
and all the others were getting on with their work. Grub got out his book
and started to read softly, I scooted up close to his chair so were
touching. I watched as his finger worked across the page and helped him
with the bigger words whilst my own hand was busy undoing the fly to his
dungarees, carefully I fished out his thickening tube, he stuttered over
some of the words as I began to rub him up and down, man he felt good in my
hands and after being fucked by pa I was still all worked up and wanted
nothing better than to feel him deep inside me rooting away with his mighty
pecker.

I slid my hand up and down his love tube, teasing his wrinkled foreskin
back wanting to nip it in my teeth and wriggle at it. He sighed as I rolled
my hand around his big cockhead an' squeezed gently making it pop out of
the saggy skin.

"Ssh," I whispered, "Missy Jarvis will hear, keep on wi' yore reading
will'ya,"

Grub nodded but his fingers kept trembling across the page as I worked him
up real good, I stole glances back at Missy Jarvis just in case she came
our way and kept rubbing his thick cock wishing I could just jump on it,
Grub began wriggling a bit and worried about Missy Jarvis I almost missed
it.

"Huck," he whispered and then hissed at me, "Huck!".

I woke up and realised he was close to blowing, I snuck a quick glance,
Missy Jarvis was still busy and I bent down and took the head of his wide
cock in my mouth, it just took, a couple of sucks and a flick of my tongue
over his cock slit and there it was, a huge mouthful of boy cum, happily I
guzzled down on his spurting cock swallowing the thick cream I loved so
much. In fact I forgot where I was and commenced that sexy thing where I
try to resurrect Grub's cock so I can get a second dose but Grub brought me
back to earth.

"What's this word Huck?" he asked loudly

Dazed I looked up licking my lips and saw the worried look in his eyes,
"Huh?" I started to say and then heard the sound of a swinging fan, 'Missy
Jarvis' my senses roared. Quickly I hunched over Grub, hiding his still
dribbling cock from view and began to help him with the long word.

"That's 'sensible' Grub," I said and he pronounced the word several times
as we spelt it with his fingers.

Missy Jarvis stood close by for several minutes watching and listening as
we worked down the page and halfway though the next.

"Well done Tobias," she smiled, "and well done Huckleberry, you are doing a
fine job with Tobias, I'm very impressed and pleased," then she walked
away.

I looked at Grub and he looked down at his cock, it was even harder now,
despite our work and Missy Jarvis's closeness I had not let go and had been
constantly stroking and squeezing the warm tube of teen cock. I saw the
look in his eye and chanced a look for Missy Jarvis. She was bent over
Connie Brooks book and I knew she would be stuck there for several
minutes. I gave Grub one of my smiles.

Carefully I bent down and began sucking him hard, Grub sighing almost
silently as I tongued his cock head and cock ridge. I reached down and
squeezed his balls, they felt good and ready and I grinned almost letting
his cock out of my mouth. I went to work and with some quick flicks of my
tongue over his head and rubbing under that awesome ridge he soon rewarded
me with another ball load of his teen cream, this time I slurped for
longer, leaving Grub to keep watch out and thanking Connie Brooks for doing
such a bad job she kept Miss Jarvis busy until both me and Grub were
satisfied.

After school we headed straight into the woods, I was still horny and was
looking forward to a proper service from Grub, he was also looking forward
to it6 too, I could tell by the loose walk and the looming bulge between
his legs. We got to the same spot pa had fucked me earlier and I stopped
and stripped, Grub laughing as he too shrugged of his clothes.

We stood there naked and kissing for several minutes getting ourselves all
heated up, then down I went, I sat on the grass and rolled up my dungarees
to form a pillow so that Grub could fuck me in the best position. He knelt
down by my face so I could suck spittle onto his cock to help grease him
up, pa's cum in my hole would help once he got in but I needed to lube his
cockhead and my pussy entrance. Grub now got between my knees and mouthed
up some saliva and began to kiss and lick my boycunt, he really went for it
licking and sucking and heating me up real bad, I was holding his head up
against me grinning with each stab of his long sticky tongue.

Now he sat up and I held my cheeks wide open, slowly he slid his fucker in,
slow enough to tease every wanting, lusting nerve in both our bodies, Grub
had learned a lot over the last two years and we were both about to enjoy
his learning. I gasped and grunted as he bottomed out, feeling that huge
cock head rubbing up inside me, he was hitting those spots pa was too small
to hit. I knew now that those two sucks in the classroom meant that he was
not going to go too fast this time.

Slowly now we made love, kissing and hugging and rubbing at each other
making it feel real good. I felt his passion rising and rising his cock was
pulsing and hitting me in that special place and I squeezed him with my
love muscles watching the lust and love play across his face. Now we began
to move faster and faster moving in unison to his desperate loving
thrusts. I was clinging tight to him, my arms locked around his neck, my
tongue fucking his mouth, my ankles were crossed over his backside hanging
on as he rode me good and hard, his hands now were underneath my bum,
grasping my cheeks in his hard work calloused hands, pushing me even deeper
onto his cock. I felt the warmth begin, it was a big one and I let it start
to roll, sighing and moaning, wriggling and writhing enjoying the pleasure
pulsing through my body, Grub felt it and that got him going even harder,
his cock was rocketing in and out of my hot pussy, creaming up against my
passion spot every time. My breath was coming in short gasps now and I held
him even tighter, feeling the tension in my muscles and then the white heat
and the white lights began. Grub got there too, man its awesome when he
punches his cock into my boy pussy when it goes into orgasm spasm, his
battering ram of teen flesh, spitting its seed against my closing vice like
love hole really heats me up even more and then he arched his back, yelping
out loud and pushing up high inside me as he flooded by boy pussy with his
cream, I felt every pulse, every bullet shot of his cream and I felt his
love as we kissed throughout the climactic explosion.

Afterwards we lay there just enjoying the feeling of the sexual delights as
they continued to pulse gently through our bodies, I felt each twitch of
his cock and he felt every pulse of my love tunnel. We both felt our hearts
beating, the beats steadying until they beat at the same time, now we were
replete.

"I love you Huck," sighed Grub.

I held my fourteen-year-old lover and hugged him tight, all I knew was that
I always felt safe and secure and well loved when I lay with Grub, I knew
the difference between what I did with pa and what I did with Grub but at
eight years of age I knew squat about love but for all I knew this was
love, so I did the proper thing and whispered back.

"i love you too Grub," and he squeezed me tight too, it was a nice moment.

Gradually life came back into Grub's cock, I felt the first pulse, the
slight thickening and grinned, it was time for round two. We kissed
tenderly readying ourselves and that was when we heard the sound of horses
and people.

"Stop lads, I gotta take a leak, that last jug of beer filled me over the
top," came the loud voice over the jangling of reins and horses hooves.

We lay still, I felt very vulnerable lying naked underneath my lover. There
was a low murmur of voices and then came the sound of heavy footsteps, they
were quite close and we stayed quiet and still. We heard the sound of pants
being unbuttoned and the heavy breathing of a man getting ready to piss,
this was followed by the sound of the falling stream hitting the leaves and
the ground and we smelt the sour stink of beer piss. We held out breath and
for some reason I found it exciting to.

"C'mon Curly," a new deeper voice shouted, "we wanna get back to the ranch,
I could do with a dip in the lake afore we eat, its hot n' hard and I'm
tired after taking them steers into town."

"Shut yo' mouth Red," grunted Curly, "I'm nearly finished and we have to
feed the stock afore anyone gets to dip their toes."

Curly bounced up and down, we could hear him as the last drips hit the
ground, we heard the buttons being redone and almost breathed a sigh of
relief, then as Curly turned to go he caught his boot on something, it
turned out to be Grub's dungarees which were lying to one side.

"What n' hell," muttered Curly, "dungarees out here," and then the bushes
parted and I found myself looking up at Curly Jacobs, the eighteen-year-old
son of the owner of the Lazy-Q ranch. "Well looksee what we have here," and
he grinned, the sort of grin that boded no good.

Grub quickly slid out of me and stood up, he looked beautiful standing
there, naked his thick cock pointing out stiff, leaking and proud.

"You leave us alone," he hissed, his hands clenching into fists.

"My, my," grinned Curly, "now that's a pretty cute dick on you son and well
now do I see young Huck Harker, fuck me, if he can take that big ol fucker
of your'n then he'll have no trouble taking mine," and his grin got lewder.

I stared up at him with frightened and yet excited eyes, I watched him
scrutinise me, from his position he had a clear view between my legs where
my pussy was slowly closing after Grub's hasty exit, a stream of boy cum
was drooling down from my pussy to the grass and a strange excited look
narrowed into his eyes.

I did not know then but Curly knew my father well, he'd swung on pa's
pecker when pa had worked for the Lazy-Q on a roundup, pa had worked with
the ranch crew for a whole week and had worked the north range with Curly
in tow, they had spent five nights away from the ranch-house, bunking down
on the grass round their camp fire at night after rounding up the steers on
the north range. Curly knew all about how to get pleasure with a man, his
older brothers had taught him well and he knew what happened in the
bunkhouse during the weeknights when the crew had to stay on the ranch,
weekends they hit the town and its two whorehouses but if a man felt the
need then his fellow crewmembers knew how to take care of one another and
the ranch owner and his sons all knew the score. Curly smiled as he stared
at Huck's boy pussy, after swinging on his ol' mans pecker it was a chance
to get a taste of what that pecker could actually breed.

"Hey boys," he called out, "looks like we got delayed with them steers, we
got summa't better than them town whores to play with. Come and see what
sweet boyish delights have fallen into our laps."

There was a rustle of sound and murmuring voices and then four more faces
appeared around Curly's. I recognised some of the lads from the Lazy-Q, I'd
seen my paw drinking with them in town. Grub bristled up at the gang, he
still looked magnificent standing there still naked, his muscles bristling
and his hands clenching and unclenching.

"Red grab the boy," Curly pointed at Grub and the tallest red headed
muscular cowboy moved forward and grabbed Grub round the chest, trapping
his arms.

"Run Huck," Grub shouted as he struggled in the huge man's arms but I knew
there was no chance to run plus something was stirring inside me, a tickle
I did and didn't want scratched.

Curly smiled that sneering smile as he stepped forward unbuckling his gun
belt and handing it off to one of the other men, then he unbuckled his
jeans belt and proceeded to drop them and his dirty grey underbritches. I
caught sight of his pointed five-inch cock, it was thinner than pa's, his
balls were like little hairy eggs swaying loosely in the breeze, he tugged
of his waistcoat and shrugged of his shirt, he was not wearing a vest, it
was too warm a day for an undervest so I could see his tanned hairless
muscular body, for some reason I noticed his long hanging teats, they
looked like they had been tugged and sucked and pulled on many a time.

He knelt down between my legs and pulled them further apart.

"Now lets see what Josh Harker has bred with that ol' pecker of his," he
sneered again.


To be continued.....


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