Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 07:43:25 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Wildcat, Part 11, gay/incest

"You ever been fucked boy?" Sam asked.

"No," I replied.

"You want to get fucked boy?" Sam asked.

"Yes," I replied without thinking. All I could think about was this cock
and how I wanted it--all of it.

"Get him ready Al", Sam said.

Al started sticking his tongue in my hole while I worked on Sam's cock.
Then I felt a finger go in while his tongue still lubed me up. Then I felt
two. It was starting to get uncomfortable. I moaned but I was not going to
give up yet.

Then I felt Al pull out completely. He got up and moved around behind me.
He lifted me to my feet while I still had Sam's cock in my mouth (or as
much of it as I could get in it now that it was at its full length).

I felt something cold and slippery on Al's fingers now. He put the two back
in there and now was trying for a third. He got it in easier than the
second one while all the time working his fingers back and forth.

"All right Al. Really warm him up for me," Sam said.

Al removed his fingers. He put his cock on the entrance to my hole. Sam put
his hand at my nose. He had some little brown bottle in it.

"When I put this to your nose, breath in boy; it will lessen the pain. It
will make your hole want cock," I did as Sam said and inhaled. It only took
a matter of seconds before I felt the effects of the nasty smelling stuff.
I felt a slight high and then hornier than I already was. I was sucking on
Sam's cock harder trying to get more of it in my mouth and I was also
backing up my ass on Al's cock, trying to put it in for him.

"Whoa, hold on Ryan. Let me get her in there bud," Al said. Then I felt it
go in my hole. I felt a rush of pain first. Sam put the little brown bottle
under my nose again. This time I sucked it in through my nose with full
force.

I got a little higher and found myself pushing back again. "Damn this kid
wants it Sam. He's a whore like his Daddy."

"We do like our whores down in the south. You're doing good boy. Get your
hole nice and stretched with Al's cock. Then I'm gonna stretch you some
more." Sam said. Then he lifted my head off his cock and sent a stream of
spit down on the tip of his cock. "Show me how much you want my cock boy".
I dove back on it and licked it clean then sucked it some more. "A good pig
whore is what we got here. Image him and Mark here together Al."

By now Al was seated all the way into my hole. I was only feeling a slight
discomfort. Another couple of hits of the little brown bottle cured that. I
felt Al's pubic hair on my ass cheeks. I felt full and good. Al then
started to move back and out. I started feeling that empty feeling. But
then all of a sudden he went back in faster then he was backing out. I
dropped Sam's cock for a second to catch my breath. Al did it again...this
time harder. The discomfort started to fade. Pure lust started to move in.
I couldn't get enough. Al started pumping harder and harder.

"Damn this boy is tight. Nice and fucking tight stud." Al said between
breaths. He kept up the pace, fucking me harder and harder. I got back on
Sam's cock but I couldn't keep it in my mouth. Al's fucking and my losing
my breath made it hard for me to keep it in there.

Al's pace quickened. His long strokes became shorter, harder and faster.
His breathing became rapid. It was all I could do to hang onto Sam's hips.
Sam meanwhile just petted my head and watched the display.

Then all of a sudden Al grunted. He slammed his cock into me further than
it had been so far. My head went into Sam's stomach. He shot into me with
several convulsions.

"That was fucking hot Al. Move over. You got him warmed up; now for the
main attraction." Sam let go of me and I leaned on the desk that Sam was
leaning on. My ass was still in the air but Al had moved off of it. I heard
Sam lubing up his cock and moving into position. Al got in front of me and
had the little brown bottle in his hand.

Al's cock was hanging long and had cum, ass juice and sweat dripping off of
it. He took a swig of beer I hadn't noticed until now. And then put the
little brown bottle at my nose again.

I felt Sam lining up with my hole. The head of his cock felt huge compared
to Al's. It felt blunter than Al's. Then he started moving in, slowly and
painfully. I grabbed Al's hand and put that bottle at my nose. I sucked in
all I could. It lessened the pain, but only by a fraction.

"How much you got in...?" I grunted.

"Only about an inch boy. Sniff some more poppers. You got a lot of work
ahead of you, 10 more inches of Uncle Sam's love muscle to go", Sam
replied. And I did just that.

Slowly he moved that log into my ass. My ass was stretching beyond belief.
I grabbed onto that little brown bottle myself and kept it at my nose. I
was so high from the stuff and horny as hell--but that cock hurt!

Al was stroking my head. But I just focused on his slimy cock that was in
front of me. It was turning me on more. Nasty as it was. With my other hand
I grabbed it and put it in my mouth and started cleaning it up.

Using a diversion seemed to help. I heard Sam say, "Half way home boy..." And
I tensed up some but then turned my attention back to Al's cock. I sucked
in some more poppers and started pushing my ass back again. I felt it go in
smoother with me controlling it.

"Look at this slut Al. He's taking all my cock the first time. I don't even
think his Daddy did that!"

"Let's see how much of a good slut he is Sam. I've been drinking beer all
morning and I was saving it for you...but seeing how the boy is doing so
good..." And that's when I felt warm liquid filling my mouth. It was bitter
and salty all at the same time. I started to gag a bit and cough some out.
But then I realized what was happening. Al was pissing in my mouth. It was
dripping down my chin onto the floor.

It was so wild and so fucking out there that it made me crazy with lust. I
tried to swallow it all and tried to keep his cock in my mouth as he let it
all go.

Sam, mean time, was starting to slide his cock out a bit and then back in.
He was gentle about it. It was as if he wanted me to like it more than he
wanted to get off.

"We got ourselves a fresh pig to join our group Sam. He and his Daddy could
be the star attraction at one of our parties for the boys on the rigs." Al
said.

"Ain't that right sugar; he is something. I've been going easy on him but
now its time to pick up the pace." Sam said as he grabbed my hips tighter
and started moving in and out faster. He did pick up the pace, but slowly
at first, then increasing it a bit every third or fourth time.

I started moaning like a French whore. I couldn't believe how good it felt.
If Sam wasn't holding on to my hips and his cock wasn't imbedded in my ass
my knees would have given way and I would have dropped to the floor.

When Sam heard me moaning and decided that it was the good kind of moan he
really picked up the pace. He grabbed me hard and started to really fuck
me. I forgot all about Al by this point. I closed my eyes and tried to
enjoy the ride.

With every stroke I felt myself coming to the edge of the best orgasm I
ever could imagine. I wasn't even touching my cock. No one was. Sam just
kept drilling me and my cock kept flexing. His strokes got shorter and
harder like Al's did but with more intensity. I felt like I was going to
pass out from the pleasure I was feeling.

Then it happened. I had that orgasm. A fucking out of this world orgasm
that sent my cum flying onto Al and making me collapse on him.

That's when I also heard Sam grunting into his own orgasm. He was slamming
me so hard now that if he wasn't holding onto me I would have for sure
fallen. Then he shot his load. It seemed to go on forever. He just kept
shuddering in my ass. I actually felt his cum leaking out before he even
took his cock out. In fact when he was done his cock was still buried all
the way in me.

Then he stopped. We all did. We just stood frozen there for a minute or
two. Sweat pouring off Sam onto my back. Me stinking like sweat, , and
piss. All of us breathing like we just ran 10 miles.

Sam pulled me up by my shoulders so that my back was on his stomach and
chest; his cock still in me. He put his arms around me and kissed the back
of my neck. He held me like that till his cock deflated and dropped out of
my hole.

Talk about feeling empty. I felt the cum dripping down my leg though. My
hole was so open there was nothing to hold it in. But Sam kept holding me.
I was thankful because I couldn't hold myself up at that point.

Al saw the river rolling down my leg and got on his knees and licked it all
off me and then put his head between my thighs and let the cum drip from my
ass into his mouth. Sam started laughing and so did I.

"Now Al is a grade "A" cum whore Ryan. You could learn a lot from him." Sam
was laughing out loud.

I laughed too. But I was also thinking that maybe I could learn a few more
tricks.

Sam held onto me while we went behind the office where there was a small
bathroom with a shower in it. The shower was basically a shower head in the
middle of the room and the whole bathroom was the shower stall. We all
three fit in there just fine though. We soaped each other up and rinsed off
real fast. It was pretty nice and it gave me back some energy for the ride
home.

I went into the office and put my shorts back on. I notice that Sam was
putting on some Levi's and some work boots. He told me he was a
construction worker and had the day off. It was slow right now. He built
houses. Framer is what he said.

"Hope to see you again real soon boy," Sam said as we walked outside. We
left Al inside getting ready to work on a car.

Sam got into his truck still shirtless. He was an awesome sight--so fucking
muscular and brown glistening smooth skin. Huge chest, arms as big as my
thighs. He was a sight.

I noticed I was boned up again as I got into my Dad's truck. I still just
had on the old gym shorts. My feet were dirty from walking around the dirt
road and the garage. My ass was leaking too and it felt raw. But it all
felt good and satisfying at the same time.

I got home and it was after two in the afternoon and I was shocked...and
hungry. I pigged out on what I could find and went to sit on the couch to
watch some T.V... That's when I noticed the answering machine light
flashing. I got up and listened to the one message on it. It was dated
today at about 10:00 am. It was my Dad.

"Ryan, where you at bud? I figured you'd be sleeping in without me there.
Anyway just checking on things and seeing if you're okay. I'll check back
in the morning bud. I love you man."

A small wave of guilt filled my gut, but then I considered what had
transpired since I lived here and realized that there wasn't much to feel
guilty about other than having my Dad needlessly worry about me. I would
make a considered effort to be here in the morning when he calls.

At about 8 pm I was tired and I decided to call it an early night. I took
off my cum soaked shorts and crawled into my Dad's unmade bed. It smelled
like him and it was comforting.
I fell asleep within minutes. The next thing I knew was there was banging
on the trailer door. Someone was just knocking, but those cheap aluminum
doors shake the whole trailer. I looked at the clock and it was 6:45 in the
morning. I was out a long time. I got up and felt the soreness in my ass
still. I slipped on my shorts from yesterday and got to the door.

I couldn't believe it when I opened it. It was Sam. "Hey Sam, what's up" I
groaned blurry eyed.

"Hey little man. I'm sorry about waking you, but I got to the job sight and
since its raining they called off work for the day. You want to hang out?"

It was then that I realized his white tee shirt was clinging to every
muscle on his body. And when I looked beyond him I saw it was sprinkling
outside. I hadn't even noticed any of it, I was so out of it.

"How'd you know where I lived Sam?"

Sam laughed and said he had been over here a few times when my Dad lived
here before he moved to Gulfport.

"Cool, yeah sure. Come on in man. I'll make some much needed coffee." As I
was waking up I started to appreciate the situation and also started to get
horny again. Damn my teenage years. They are betraying me again.

I walked over to the kitchen counter as Sam walked in. He stripped off his
shirt and left it on the porch railing before he came in.

"You going to be upset if I get out of these wet jeans Ryan?" Sam said and
he sat down to remove his boots.

"Nope, I'm sure you know that Dad's rules about clothes. None is better
than some."

"Yeah, I do know that. I was surprised anyone answered the door with
anything on at all." Sam laughed.

"Well I'm almost with the program. Just haven't gotten to the complete
indifference yet."

As I said this I turned around to witness Sam unbuttoning his 501's and
slowly peeling them off. Obviously this man felt the same way about
underwear as we did. He didn't like it.

"You got any plans today Ryan?" Sam asked.

"Nope. I was going to stick around here because Dad is supposed to call."

"Mind if I hang out with you? I got nothing to do without work."
"Not at all, not at all man..."

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