Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 15:20:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Dick Cannon <dickcannontn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baling Hay - Chapter 5

Baling Hay - Chapter 5

(Usual disclaimer applies)
This is a work of fiction.

by Dick Cannon (dickcannontn@yahoo.com)

	When Bill, Mike and Andy heard the voice, they immediately whipped
around, startled and probably a little afraid of just who had caught us
fucking in the barn.
	Because the shadow had said "Dad" and given the size and the
stature of the silhouette, I knew it to be Clark. Apparently, the situation
had caught Bill off-guard because he didn't command control.
	"Shit, Dad," Clark continued saying in a calm voice. "I had no idea
you and Andy were messin' around, and much less, the Patrick boys."
	I was mortified. I had no idea where he was going with this. In my
fantasies, he would have joined us, but now he just seemed like he was
going to bust us wide open. The others were still hadn't moved.  Erections
had deflated and hung dejectedly against their nutsacks. Andy, Mike and I
exchanged glances, but Bill kept his eyes on his oldest son.
	"I wonder what their daddy'd say if he knew you were fucking them,"
Clark sneered.
	After a pregnant pause, Bill bolted across the shed toward
Clark. He realized that his father was coming after him and he took off
into the rain and the barnyard. Although Clark had a headstart, Bill was
gaining on him fast, running naked through the mud. The chase only lasted
30 seconds or so before Bill dove at Clark from the behind and they
crumpled into the mud and the rain. Bill flipped Clark over and straddled
his chest, pinning him in the barnyard. The rain continued to beat down.
	"Well, well, well. Just when you thought you were getting too big
for your britches," Bill said, "it seems like your old man can still take
you down."
	The two got to their feet with Bill still managing control over
Clark, pushing, pulling and dragging him toward the shed. Clark was
shouting at his dad, and struggling. They were soaking wet and covered with
mud. Mud was matted into the hair in Bill's crotch and chest.
	"Andy, find me some rope," Bill ordered, seeming a little angry. He
pushed Clark over to the downspout where water was still pouring
through. Andy quickly returned with rope and tossed it to his dad.
	"Mike, you think you can help me with Clark here? He had to be a
big smart man and now he's all dirty. So he needs a bath."
	Bill took the rope and tied Clark's wrists to hooks on opposite
walls, directly under the running rainwater, while Mike bearhugged Clark
from the rear, holding him in place. Oddly enough, Clark wasn't struggling
that much, but it was making a pretty good show.
	Once Clark was tied, Bill produced the bar of soap he had earlier.
	"Soap and a rope," Bill laughed at his little joke. "Whatcha think,
Clark? Is it bathtime?"
	"You're out of your fucking mind, old man," Clark's words were
drowned out by the torrents of water flowing out of the ceiling. "So help
me God, I'm going to kick your ass!"
	Bill ripped off Clark's filthy t-shirt, and stuffed the tattered
fragments into his eldest son's mouth.
	"Could you just shut the fuck up for just a second and let Daddy
give you a bath?"
	The t-shirt gone, Clark's chest was revealed, and it was much like
Mike's. Nicely shaped. Not overdone. Brown with a patch of dark brown hair
spreading from the center, across the pecs and circling around the pink
nipples. And one slim ray of hair slipped across his stomach, around his
navel and then disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
	Bill stepped behind his son, reached under the outstretched arms
and began swirling the bar of soap through the hair on his chest, massaging
the nipples into tiny pink nubs. Bill whispered into Clark's ear but we
couldn't hear what was said. Soap suds ran in rivers through the hair on
his torso and were soaked up by his jeans.
	Mike, Andy and I stood by watching. My own penis was starting to
inflate again. Andy was already hard, and was idly stroking his cock, not
intensely but just enjoying watch his father bathe his brother.
	"These pants have got to go or else I can't get you completely
clean," Bill said. Clark struggled more against the bonds but it was
futile. Bill cupped his hands around Clark's trim waist and slid around
until he could unsnap them. Unsnapped, Bill moved his hands a little
further south and felt Clark's cock through the denim.
	"Oh boy, look at that, Clark," Bill said, "You're getting a
stiffy. Are you enjoying Daddy's bath?"
	Sure enough, the outline of Clark's rising cock could be seen
through the wet jeans. Bill finished unzipping Clark's jeans, spreading
wide the fly and revealing where his happy trail had descended to. A think
unruly bush of brown pubic hair, and the delightful pink of where shaft met
body. The soaked denim was a little unmanageable but Bill was able to peel
them over his son's thighs. He reached into Clark's crotch and lifted the
balls forward, freeing them and causing his eight-inch cock to fully jut
forward toward the rafters.
	"Oh yeah," Bill moaned in Clark's ear. "There's my boy's cock. My
boy's hard, and he's big too.  Does this feel good, Clark? Do you like it?
Do you like having your daddy's hand wrapped around your cock?"
	Bill was moving his soapy hand along the length of his son's
pecker. Although Clark couldn't speak, his body language was speaking
volumes. He rolled his head back against his father's shoulder, and pushed
his hips out to give his dad full access to his cock and balls. Bill's
hands were roaming all over his son's body. One hand pinched nipples while
the other tugged at balls. One hand tugged at balls while the other stroked
cock.
	"Can you feel that, Clark? That's your daddy's dick pushing against
your sweet ass. I bet you're feeling so good, you want to feel Daddy's dick
deep inside your ass, fucking you just like a girl. Or maybe it's a virgin
ass and it needs to be opened up a little."
	Bill's right hand left Clark's nipples and then Clark moaned as
Bill's index finger entered his tight pucker. Clark swiveled his hips back
against his dad's hand.
	Andy had dropped before Mike, eagerly sucking cock, spreading
Mike's asscheeks to sink his own finger deep inside Mike's freshly-fucked
hole.
	"Looks like your brother is a cocksucker," Bill said. "He sucks a
mean cock, and seeing how tight your little ass is, I bet you'll make mean
fuck. Can't wait to bury my daddy dick in my boy's ass and fuck him hard
until I shoot the same stuff that made him way up in his motherfuckin'
bowels."
	Bill looked away and noticed me standing, slowly stroking my cock.
	"Danny, you look lonesome. Won't Andy and your brother let you play
with them? Me and Clark will let you play with us. I bet Clark would even
let you suck his dick."
	Clark for the first time locked eyes with me, and even though his
mouth was stuffed with t-shirt, I could tell he smiled and nodded.
	The rain was starting to let up, and the shower had slowed to only
a trickle. I knelt in the puddle that Clark was standing in. His cock hung
heavy in my face. I grasped it and pulled to my mouth, spying Bill between
Clark's legs now sliding three fingers in and out of his son's gaping
ass. Apparently Bill was prodding Clark's prostate because gobs of precum
bubbled up to his dickhole and oozed onto my waiting tongue. Clark started
fucking my mouth, sliding his meat deep into my throat while pulling away
from his father's fingers, and as he pulled the bulbous head of his prick
to my lips, he impaled himself on Bill's hand.
	"I think that ass is ready now, boy," Bill said, replacing his
finger with his cock. As I continued to bob my head up and down on Clark's
prong, I kept an eye on his face, and watched him grimace as his father
pushed the tip of his cock in his ass, prying open the asslips and sliding
in past the sphincter. I was rewarded with a massive spurt of precum.
	I was joined by Andy who knelt to share his brother's cock. Clark
slid his meat back and forth between our opens mouths and our tongues
wrestled all along the shaft. Bill was really fucking Clark's ass now and
his balls were slapping against Clark's. Mike stepped up and went
cockhead-to-cockhead with Clark so that we could easily slide between the
two older brothers. Clark's big fat cock was dripping endlessly and was
smearing his precum all over the head of Mike's prick.
	At last, Mike took the gag from Clark's mouth so that he could
enjoy a deep throat tongue kiss.  They were really going at it, and Clark
was moaning around Mike's tongue from the fucking he was receiving. Mike
was fisting the hell out of his meat, slippery with our spit and Clark's
own cocklube.  Suddenly, Mike started to spew again and wad after wad of
cum gushed from the purple head of his and landed on Clark's crotch, and if
not on his crotch, then spraying my and Andy's faces.
	Andy and I went to work cleaning Mike's cock, and sucking the jism
from Clark's bush, licking and lapping at my brother's sweet juice. Clark's
ass was being slammed by Bill and with the gag removed, he was quite vocal,
moaning and shouting.
	"OH FUCK YEAH DAD! FUCK THIS BOY'S ASS! FUCK ME HARD! YEAH FUCK IT
HARD! FUCK MY NUT OFF!."
	Despite the violent movements of Clark's hips, Andy managed to
clamp his mouth around his older brother's meat, just as he started to
unload. Cum shot across Andy's left cheek. The second shot landed squarely
on his tongue. The cockcannon fired shot after shot down Andy's
throat. Then it was our turn. While I was licking Clark's load from Andy's
face and lips, we jerked our own cocks in rhythm, eventually shooting cum
rockets on each other and letting the last trickles drip on Clark's hairy
feet and toes. While Andy was sucking the cum from his brother's feet,
their father delivered a final thrust to Clark's ass, depositing a
hard-earned volley of cum against the young man's prostate. Bill pulled
Clark against his burly chest while his cock finished shooting. When he
finished, he grunted, shuddered and pulled his cock from his son's asshole
with a juicy pop. From my angle, I could see a slight bit of Bill's
delicious cum ooze from his hole and I rescued it with the tip of my
tongue, savoring the bittersweet tang of ass, sweat and cum.
	Bill released the ropes from Clark's wrists and his tired arms
flopped to his sides.
	"What did you think, son?"
	"Just like I remembered, Dad. Hasn't changed a bit."
	"Not a bit?"
	"Well, maybe just better."

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