Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 07:56:46 PDT
From: chevy texas <chevy_texas@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Woodshed

1st time,daddy,interracial

This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons,
living or dead. What you make of this story is entirely your own
perception. However, this is a common story told to me several times in
various ways.

			       The Woodshed

Growing up out in the deep East Texas sticks, the Piney Woods, about all
you could expect to know about the Big Wide World was what you could get on
TV or out of magazines.

Our place wasn't that remote, about 10 miles out in the creek bottoms from
a hick town of about 3,000 timid souls. I wasn't one of `em then or now. I
lost my Mom when I was about six, so it was just me `n my Dad in our
house. He'n Mom had married young, so he was really only twenty-three when
we were left alone. We didn't have close family, but there was a regular
parade of part-time farmhands and the occasional live-in. Still, for the
most part we were left alone. Our nearest neighbor, Will, was
twenty-something, built and black and -- like Dad -- a farmer and seasonal
timber cutter. Often, he was the most regular visitor we had and he'n Dad
would go fishing together or sit late into the night on the porch with
their beers.

Like I said, I just wasn't much of a fit for the town and as I grew up I
got ornery like lonesome boys do. I helped a lot in the house, did all the
inside chores until we didn't need a live-in much anymore so it was just us
men. I got so good at laundry, even Will would bring his dirty clothes and
drawers over for a good washin'. I got to love all that musty man-funk he`n
Dad left in their workclothes.

Still, even with work to keep me busy and acres of woods and creeks to
explore, my body and mind got itchy. I had an old rusty pickup to roam
around the backroads on as I got to be about 14, and I'd find a dirt track
in the hot sun and pull off into it, loving the seclusion for exploring my
body as it started to throb and grow tight. Seems like I was forever
outgrowing my jeans and shorts. I got a lean hardness, like my dad, and
prided myself in long legs and slim hips. Put us together, my dad only
seventeen years older, we were more like brothers in physical build and
looks, except where I was hairless and blonde, he was dusted with
blonde/rusty peachfuzz.

Anyway, like I said, I'd skinnydip in forest pools, played basketball on
the town junior high team but I was still lonesome and it was hard to get
teammates to travel to visit, or stay overnight, way out there. So I worked
with my Dad or Will, on either place, and yearned to grow up to move away.
My juices just percolated in the hot sun and humidity; as soon as I got
over my chores, I'd lock myself in the old woodshed out back, nice `n dark,
and pull my long cock (it'd made 9 inches by fourteen) outa my levis and
pump out a nice, long, slow load all over the stumps and dirt floor. I
musta put down about two gallons between my twelfth and fourteenth
birthdays.

Finally, one hot Saturday afternoon, I'd had enough. I finished the
thousand chores Will and Dad had left me with while they went off into the
woods to fish and drink. I snuck into the house, took a twelve-pack outa
the fridge and drove off into the woods. I popped the first cool one and
took myself outa my britches and shot off all over the damn steering wheel,
then I licked it off and had me another brew.

Next morning, rough hands shook me and dragged me out of the stinking truck
cab. Through bleary eyes I saw Daddy glaring down at me, holding me up with
his hands on each of my elbows. "Boy! Anybody ever tell you not t'drink `n
drive?" he hollered as he shook me. I guess I mumbled some sort of sass
about being out in the field, not on a freeway. Still, I was pleased that
he'd been worried.

Before I knew it I was being shoved into the passenger side of the pickup
and held with one strong arm against the door while my angry father drove
us at breakneck speed up to the house. He skidded to a stop in the drive,
let me fall forward onto the dash and strode around to the passenger door
and yanked me out.

I thought we were headed to the house, but he held me up against the truck
in the hot sun and stripped my shirt over my dazzled fuzzy head and poured
a quart of cold water over my hair while I shouted `n jumped awake. Then,
when I was suddenly aware of how much trouble I was in, he took me under
his arm and dragged me into the hot musty woodshed. "Boy, I've let you go
too long without a visit to this place!" he claimed as he shoved open the
old door.

The heat and smell reeled over us. "Whoo! Smells like a damned outhouse in
here!," he flinched. "You been beatin' off in here, haven't ya, boy?" he
squeezed his bicep and sweaty pit over my nose, the funk curling up my nose
all sweet `n sour-like.  "Yes, sir," I wheezed between the sweaty clamp he
had on my face.

"Well, we're here `n we're gonna use this place like we used to!"  I didn't
have to be told what that meant. In a flash, he sat down on a broad stump
and dragged me across his lap, pulling down my jeans and whalloping my
tender backside all in one motion.  I squirmed and hollered as he held me
down firmly with one arm on the back of my neck and whomped my ass with the
other hand, regular hot strokes that soon had my buns singed.

In all the whalloping, he pulled my underpants down below my knees so I
couldn't whiggle my legs, just my ass which jumped and tried to get out of
the way. All that wrigglin' and his energy worked the overall top off his
tan shoulders and dropped them into his lap. I could tell all this buckin'
of his was going into his dick, it was poking me in the stomach; my own was
sweating buckets and my balls were jumping all around as my ass got beat.

As the strokes got regular, I could hear him grunt as he breathed. I worked
myself, arms out, hands on the ground, so my lap got up on top of his real
and good and suddenly our dicks just started rubbin' and I knew he was well
aware of what was gonna happen. "Daddy, please stop!" I hollered, but he
knew what I needed. "Boy! I'll stop when I'm ready to stop, now git your
ass under Daddy's hand like a good boy." But all that grinding was more
than he could handle, I could tell. Something had to give.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across the doorway. "Well, I see you found him." I
heard Will's voice and twisted to see him looking down at me across my Pa's
lap, a curious grin on his lips at the sight of my red/pink ass and
twisting thighs. Dad never let up slappin' em, just answered, "Yeah, found
him drunker'n a skunk in the pickup down by the creek. Coulda drowned."

"Well it looks like you're givin' him the same medicine my old man gave me
when I did the same thing," Will responded, rubbing his sweaty chest. I
noticed he was still dressed in his fishing jeans, old and worn in some
might tight places. I'd washed those stained old levis many a time and
wondered about the origins of the dry stiff spots.

My Dad's dick seemed to get even harder with someone to watch the action. I
ground against his lap experimentally and it practically pushed me off
him. Will moved closer and bent down, holding my head down. "Maybe you
oughta show me what your Daddy did to you to git you to stop bein'
pigheaded," Dad spoke up to Will.

"Alright," grinned Will, "But you'll have to let me do it all; you can
help, though." "Okay, " Daddy chimed in as though they both knew what was
happening, "But I get to help."  Then Will pulled open those snug levis and
pulled out about eleven inches of the prettiest muscular black dick I'd
ever seen. It was thicker than anyone's and longer than mine. The sweat
glistened on the shaft and I could see the clear fluid at the fat bronze
head dripping into his hand. He took my mouth in his hand, forcing it open
with his broad thumb, took his dick in the other and frowning at me,
ordered, "Open up, boy, you gonna have more'n beer to drink.!"

As the huge fucktool slid into my mouth, I tasted all the sweat before I
even smelled it. I struggled a bit, trying to breath as I slobbered and he
pushed all the way into my mouth. "Ooooee! Boy, you musta been made for
this!" Will muttered enthusiastically. Turning to my Dad, "You gotta fine
little cocksucker here, you oughta train him good!" He musta fed about
eight inches into my wet messy throat, pushing the head all over my tongue
before I felt my Dad pull my britches clean off and work a finger up my
sweaty butthole. That really dumped me outa his lap.

While I was left on my knees getting fucked in the mouth, my head held
firmly by Will's dark hands, my Dad stood up and stripped off his old
overalls. Standing naked except for his grimy workboots, his cock stood out
from lean hips from a rusty red mat of hair. His flat stomach was dusted
with the same rusty dust and his chest, flat and broad was crowned with two
tan nipples, which Will tugged on furiously. Dad's sighed as his cock
drooled out a long string of precum every time Will nipped at the stony
buds. I just started pumping my own long tool in unison with theirs.

"Hey, ya boy's got quite piece on him, too, just like his old man!" Will
noted with approval. Dad, grinning at my horny action on Will's and my own
cock, beat off in my face with one hand, stroking Will's ballsac with the
other, "Hell, if it's like-father-like-son, I'd sure like to meet your Pa!"
as he worked his hand between Will's parted cocoa thighs, working up into
the sweaty buttcrack. I knew now what they'd been doing all this time,
"fishing"!

I couldn't help spewing out a load all over the dirt and about that time
Dad squirted out the same gob of thick, creamy cum all over my neck and
chest from the nutsqueezing and nip-sucking Will was giving him. I pulled
off Will's huge dick just in time to swallow Dad's still-pumping cock, his
eyes wide on my lips around his fat pink head, cream drooling down my
chin. As he bucked and jumped, Will thrust his own fat crowbar back down my
willing gullet and leaned back, his eyes shut tight, pumping my mouth
furiously with both hands on my head. He shouted as load as he could,
"Shiiiit, I'm comin', I'm shooting off in that beautiful tight little
mouth, boy! Suck me boy! Eat my fuckin' cock, you tight little cocksucker!
MMMmmmh! Nphhh!" And, as my Dad fingered my now-hot butt, I swallowed over
a quart of hot, thick gusher. As I pulled off to breathe, Will was still
moaning and jizzin' all over my face. My dad bent down and took the rest
off in his mouth, licking the drizzle off Will's ballsac.

After we all caught our breath, they hauled me up to my feet, my dirty
briefs still around my ankles and took turns licking off the rest of my
boycream, which naturally made my pole stand up. The scene of my Dad, his
whiskery mouth moving over my pink cockhead, and Will, his sweaty intense
muscles wrapped around my legs and a hand playing with Dad's twitching cock
while he sucked my hairless balls made me take charge. I took Will's head
in my hands and fucked him like he'd fucked me. Finally a charge in my
balls surged up my long boner and poured in hot teenaged squirts down my
elders' throats, their eager tongues vying for the creamy spurts.

After we'd showered and eaten some breakfast to nurse my hangover, they
dressed me in a pair of old worn levis Dad'd worn some fifteen years ago,
without any drawers or shirt and took me out to the pond to "teach me to
fish", about four more times that afternoon.  I stayed on the farm, working
with Dad and sometimes Will, always letting them take me right there on the
porch in the evenings, our beer in hand. Sometimes Will's "hired hand" will
help us, even on the porch. The woodshed still gets used, though, `cause
I'm a slow learner and I need to be reminded ever' now `n then that I'm
still a Daddy's boy, with a love for chocolate milkshakes.