Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 22:21:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Art Fex <art_i_fex@yahoo.com>
Subject: four-wheeler-incident 11

Fourwheeler Incident

Chapter 11

Art I. Fex


Upon hearing my mom call up the stairs, I looked at the clock and
realized it was close to nine PM. I looked at the door and told my mother
on the other side that we'd be right down. I looked over Randy one more
time, loving the way he looked when he was sleeping so peaceful, but also
knowing that I like him better awake, so I leant down and nuzzled my nost
into the crook of his neck and he began to grunt a little before
stretching his powerful arms out to the side, the closing them back
around me and rolling over on top, still seeming to be asleep. I giggled
to myself as I reluctantly tried to disentangle myself from Randy's tight
clutches. I small smile curved the corners of his lips, telling me either
he was joking, or was having a dream he liked.

"Hey! We just took the doughnuts out of the fryer!", my dad called up the
stairs.

If my subtleness didn't do it, the word 'doughnut' made Randy's eyes come
open as he rolled off the bed, still holding me, and began carrying me
towards the door. A puzzled look appeared on his face when I gripped the
door knob, keeping him from getting it opened.

"Dontcha think we should put some clothes on, and perhaps a touch of Brut
or something so we don't smell like a walking, sweaty cum-rag?" I laughed
while patting his chest, him cradling me in his arms.

"Ohhmm, that might be good.", Randy said with a sheepish grin as he put
me down and we grabbed our shorts and

t-shirts and headed down stairs.

"Yep, food'll bring them around, even when a smoke detector wouldn't.",
my mother said jokingly as we took our places as the bar all smiles, the
doughnuts already sitting in the center with hot icing dripping off of
them, Randy's facial expression sort of made me uncomfortable sitting
between him and the plate. The thing I'm referring to as a doughnut is
taking canned bisquits and using a medicine cup or something to put a
hole in them, then frying them in a deep fryer or in a skillet full of
grease, and then making the icing out of milk and confectioner sugar, in
short, a heart-attack with a hole in it.

Dad, Randy and I cleaned them up quickly, before Mom sat down with her
doughnut and sat the percalator in the center of the bar, letting us fill
our own coffee cups.

I enjoyed watching Randy eat for some reason, he just looked attractive
no matter what he was doing it seemed. I watched as he drank his milk to
wash down the doughnuts before turning to his coffee, and felt my stomach
tie itself up, just as it did when he kissed me in the kitchen when I was
cooking the pralines. Both occasions involved a sugar rush...nah, it's
love.

"Woohoo," Mom said as she waved a hand towards my face, bringing me up
from my day dream to meet her smile, "I think Dave needs another cup of
java, he's acting kinda spacey." she said with laugingly.

"Heh, just tryin to get woke up.", I said, catching Randy's grin.

Around ten o'clock, we put on our work shoes and headed to the chicken
houses. As we were walking into the first chicken house, Randy and I
gazed over towards Ben's house, and we could see the lights in the barn
in the distance,

"Wonder what they are up to right now?", I said with a suspicious tone in
my voice.

"We'll find out later when we're done with this hopefully!", Randy said
as he pulled his gloves on and handed me mine.

Once in side, Dad began pulling out the plastic culvert pipes that keep
ALL the chickens from just piling in the darker front section of the
house, and I took a couple five gallon buckets to begin my work of
'walking' the chickens, going to the back end and back twice, trying to
get any dead ones I may find. Mom was walking in House 2, and Randy was
taking the hopper bins off of the feed lines. They hold the feed that is
fed into the feed lines by an auger, and weigh about 40 or 50 pounds. By
the time we were done with that, Dad was ready to go up with the
equiptment, so I stood in the back end of the house, Randy and Mom stood
in the front end of the house, Dad in the center with the electric drill
that wenched the equiptment up to the ceiling by cables and pulleys
stationed all the way down the house. We were watching for hang-ups and
such that could break a cable or sever an electrical wire, which would
really suck. Heater brooders and feed lines slowly levatated in the
darked house, darkened so the chickens are not alarmed by the shadows of
the equiptment over their heads, (yea, chickens are pretty stupid,
probably proof against the big bang, how would they ever make it through
millions of years in the wild?)

Once we had all regrouped, and done the same thing in the next house,
everything was done but raising the water lines, and Dad would do that at
2 am when the actual crew got there, he wouldn't need our help or our
eyes for that. We just sat at the chicken house for a few minutes after
we had gathered up the buckets and tools we didn't want to leave in the
way of the catchers, and watched the fireflies by the millions lighting
up the trees and air like moving Christmas lights.

Within minutes of sitting down we were throwing rocks at the one
remaining bucket, trying to see who could get the most rocks into the
bucket. Dad was winning when we heard a motor and saw the lights of a
fourwheeler come over the hill. We couldnt see who or how many were on
the thing with the lights in our faces until they came to a hault and
killed it. Once he stopped, we could see it was Shel. He said hey as he
got off and walked up to us, his skin showing dimly under the moonlight.

"How're things goin over there?", I asked, smiling inwardly at what had
'probably' been going on.

"Well, the calf was born, and the other one, we're not sure when it's
comin.", Shel said nonchalantly. "If they were 'normal' cows, they would
be born in the pasture like the others, but these are the ones Mr.
Harrison is planning to sell to the 4-H people, so they are supposed to
be more pampered and imprinted and all that, so yea, it's slimy and ugly
last I saw it.

We laughed at the description before Mom added, "Well, we have doughnut
makings at the house if ya'll want some, we're fixin to head back up
there."

"Well, the sugar rush might be good.", Shel chuckled.

With that, we headed back up to the house, and just chilled in the
kitchen as Mom took the remainder of the dough from the fridge and
plopped them in the deep fryer. We chatted and Shel called over to the
others on his cell phone and let them know we were coming.

In a few minutes, we had an aluminum foil bundle of hot doughnuts, and we
said good night to my parents before heading out to Shel and my
fourwheelers. We headed out down the road and topped the hill to see a
light on in the loft of Ben's barn, so that's where we headed. About the
time we pulled up, Shel's got another call on his cell phone. I thought
it was strange, but then again, it was nearly midnight, none of us really
went to sleep until that time or later, including our parents, so Randy
and I just headed out to the barn.

As we approached the door, we heard some beating and banging and Ben's
dad grunting, "HEY!...Damn...", then more banging, "Better watch out
boys, that bitch'll kill ye!", then more banging.

"This doesn't sound too good.", I thought out loud as we reached the
door. The paddock in the back had Mr. Harrison jumping over the rails
just as the very fat cow charged the panels and gave them a good bang
with her hard skull. Ben and Michael were there to help Ben's dad up from
his knees as he began dusting himself off, looking at his now least
favorite cow.

"They oughta sell that one to the rodeos!", he said exasperatedly as he
turned to see me and Randy walking in.

"You alright?", Randy asked as Mr. Harrison reached out to shake out
hands, leaving a slimy wet substance on both our hands, making us cringe
and wipe on our shorts.

"What the heck is that?!", I asked as Ben and Michael broke out laughing.

"Oh, it won't hurt you, just some afterbirth from that first calf..."

The looks on our faces made Ben and Michael laugh even harder as Mr.
Harrison tried to keep a straigh face,

"Just kidding, it's soap and lotion from AFTER the birth.", he said
through his beard, his face puckering from suppressed laughter as he
slapped our shoulders, bringing grins to our faces.

Mr. Harrison walked back over to the pen and looked around it, examining
the dent in the panel before saying, "I think we've done every thing we
can for this one, now it's just waiting. I think getting in there to
imprint and everything is a little out of the question. We aint gonna get
gored, smashed, or worse just for this. If they don't want it cause it
aint imprinted, they probably won't want it for being a monster either!"

We all agreed and told him we'd keep an open ear to what was going on
down below the loft.

"Yea, we're too wired to sleep anyway.", Ben said, causing me to look his
direction and see Shel, whom I hadn't known he was standing there the
whole time.

Mr. Harrison laughed, "I'm sure ya'll are..." as he walked towards the
barn door. "Your dad getcha the message, Shelby? He came by earlier to
find you while you were off getting them two from the chicken farm."

Shel looked a little vexed as he said, "Yessir."

After Ben's dad had left, he told us, "Yea, my dad's tractor got a
flat...like a big one on the back tire, the thing weighs like hundred of
pounds, so he needed me to be at home tonight so I could be there first
thing in the morning to help load it and take it to the shop. They said
they have to get it up there by ten o'clock or they might not get to it
before the weekend or something."

"That sucks!", Ben said exasperatedly.

It threw a wrench in our plans, but knowing that Ben and Randy needed to
be with Mr. Harrison, and not knowing exactly what Michael might have to
do the next day with his dad, we decided that Shel shouldn't be totally
alone with all of us somewhere else, it just wouldn't be fun. So we
decided I'd go with Shel to help out the next day.

Everyone seemed alot happier with that, especially Shel.

"Ya'll can hang out for a few more minutes though, right?", Ben said
grinning as he arched his eyebrow.

We headed up stairs to the loft, leaving the angry cow beneath us, but
still able to hear her through the thin floor...perhaps too thin for
comfort.

Wasting no time, we shucked our shorts and immediately Shel laid down on
a sleeping bag, and Ben laid down on his side between Shel's legs and
began sucking Shel's semi hard cock. I went between Ben's legs and began
playing with his cock, kissing the exposed head, licking from underneath
until I reached his piss slit before running my tongue all the way
around, all the time my hands roamed over his thigh and balls. Finally I
swallowed his leaking member down into my throat and savored the sticky
juice that continually leaked onto my overheated tongue.

Michael was down on his knees in front of Randy, gripping his hips and
the back of his thighs as he furvedly buried his blonde head into Randy's
crotch, making Randy's knees buckle. Randy's hands rested on Michael's
shoulders for support as Michael's mouth went for his balls, sucking
first the right, then the left, then underneath them, getting a groan
from Randy as his head fell backwards on his shoulders. I reached around
and began to finger at Ben's hole, causing him to thrust into my mouth
further and hold it until I got in to my second knuckle. About that time,
I felt my head pulled away from my large passifier, and I felt Michael's
lips meet mine, his hot tongue slithering across mine, tasting of Randy's
manhood. I felt as Michael slid between my legs and began rubbing his
hard rod agaist my ass while I embraced him, never breaking our kiss. His
slimy fingers made their way inside of me, sending electricity up my
spine and into my hands and brain somehow, making me shiver when his skin
touched mine. Finally, his fingers were replaced with what we both really
wanted, and I leaned back as he entered me, slowly making a steady plunge
until his pubes were pressed firmly against my skin.

I glanced over when Michael did, our lips still halfway locked together
to see Shel fucking Ben missionary like me and Michael, only Randy was
straddling Ben so Shel could suck on his dick too. Ben held onto Randy's
legs while Shel fucked him, Randy's hips moving steadily back and forth
to meet with Shel's mouth as he held Shel's head in place with his big
paws. I saw Ben's hard cock laying against his taught belly in the dim
glow of the light, then it would be temporarily hidden by Randy's leg,
then my eyes traveled back to Michael when he lifted my legs up to his
shoulders. I felt his hot breath on my chest as his lips traveled around
my nipples, then his hair dragging across my neck, tickling like a
feather. I could smell his bodily scent, and it made my heart beat faster
as his cock began to plunge faster. Then I looked up to see Michael's
lips leave mine and go to Ben's cock. I glanced over to see Randy on top
of Shel doggy style working about half of his cock in and out of Shel's
ass and Shel was gripping his pillow tight, moaning into it.

I smiled at the site, but liked the one over my face even better, Ben's
dick sliding in and out of Michael's lips, and Ben's balls were just
above my face. I couldn't have resisted if I had wanted to, I craned my
neck up to take Ben's balls in my mouth one at the time. There were a
series of moans and grunts until he pulled out of Michael's mouth, and
replaced it in my mouth. I sucked gingerly as I reached around to grip
his buttocks as he lowered his cock into my mouth. Michael began to
thrust long and deep, but not as fast, and finally he gripped my calf
muscles tight as he gasped, "Ahhhhshhhh...guhhh, fuck Dave..." and he
never stopped his sway, but just continued to stay deep inside while he
unloaded.

He didn't lay there long though, he was recruited to suck on Shel's cock
as he was still getting fucked by Randy. Then Ben pulled himself from my
mouth and leant down to kiss me and whispered, "I'm glad ya'll made it,
I've been wanting to ask you to fuck me."

"Well, who am I to deny my bro what he wants?", I giggled like a kid as I
kissed him back.

Ben then lowered himself down over my groin, and began sinking himself
down on top of me. The warmth felt so good as I felt encased by it. He
slid down my dick with relative ease, then sat tight to get totally
adjusted, meanwhile, he ran his fingers over my stomach as I ran mine
over his thighs, then up to his almost flat chest, just a slight bit of a
bulge next to his shoulders that tapered toward the middle. I began to
flex my hips up, making Ben sway back and forth a little at first, but
then he slowly tilted forward and allowed me more leverage. I put my feet
flat to the floor and began throwing my hips up and back, sending Ben's
face withing inches of mine before he sink back a few to meet my hips
again. I was getting my ab workout, and Ben was getting fucked steadily
harder and faster, all was well on our sleeping bag.

Around this time, Randy pulled out of Shel and was jacking his cock
really fast as he walked on his knees to straddle Shel, who had ended up
on his back. He aimed his fat cock down at Shel and Michael's faces and
began to shoot heavy blobs into their mouths.

Ben was getting off on the show a few feet away, and started to pump his
cock, it was then he'd stop and grip it at the base, squeezing his balls
as he slowly worked his hand all the way up to the tip, making precum
drool off of cock and he'd smear it on my belly, and I'd jack it for him
while I was fucking him. My head got kinda swimmy, and I felt my legs
stiffen as I felt my own climax coming. I gripped onto Ben's shoulders
and he put his hands on my shoulders as he lifted his lower half a little
higher. I couldn't hold back as I started pounding into him, but he
wasn't budging, he was holding himself securely in place as I started to
shoot, his cock making a small puddle near my own pubes. I lost track of
how many shots and all that, it just felt as he wrapped me up in his arms
and we kissed intwined. I looked down our bodies, and ran my hand down,
not knowing who's skin I was touching as my hand slid further.

After a few minutes of catching my breath, I told Ben it was time to keep
end of the deal. He laughed a little sadisticly,

"My pleasure, you think I forgot?"

I spread out again as he sat up, only he started helping me turn over. I
happily obliged and ended up on my knees and elbows, able to see what was
going on a few feet away. Michael was now trying to work himself inside
of Shel, and Randy was moaning, his deflating cock, still looking thick
and heavy as it wagged over his low hanging balls was getting slathered
by Shel's frantic tongue and cummy lips. Michael kept drooling spit onto
his already slimy, rigid maleness until it's head slid into Shel's
already fucked ass with relative ease, getting Shel's sigh of approval.
Michael just inhaled, then exhaled long and slow as his hips made
constant steady movements back and forth, sliding the whole length of his
cock through Shel's ring, making my dick go out like a plank again, even
though I'd just shot like a little bit before that.

As I was watching Michael's cock increase in tempo, I felt what I was
seeing, Ben's cock began sinking into me, making me feel full inside with
every additional inch of of himself. With little effort, Ben was in to
the max, and I could feel his nut sack was pulled up tight, sandwiched
between us, and his cock throbbed and pulsed as he tried to ward off his
eminent climax. I tried to resist massaging his cock inside, not wanting
him to shoot yet. After a minute or two, Ben started to slowly work in
and out, not pulling out very much, I guess so he wouldn't be rubbing the
head too much. He leaned over me, pushing himself all the way in, and
kissed me up my spine to my neck, then began nibbling and tasting my
neck, making small, whispery little sounds as we rocked back and forth,
his cock not really entering and re-entering so much as just rubbing
around inside, his arms hugging me tight.

Finally, he became more anxious, squeezing me tighter and grunting more
than cooeing, and I felt more teeth than tongue, his light teething was
sending shivers down my spine to where they ended at his swelling cock.
He started picking up the pace, pulling more than a few inches out before
driving back in, hitting me in my spot that made my cock drip with
precum. Ben's fucking got rougher, his moans more insistent, and his hold
firmer as he dug his face into my neck and groaned deeply, pulling me
ever closer to him, leaving not space at all between my body and his as
he emptied his balls inside of me. He shot a huge load I know, he'd been
close to cumming the whole time he rode my cock, hitting his love nut the
whole time, and he finally got relief. I slid my legs down, keeping his
cock inside until he was just lying flat on my back, still humping me
slowly as he now tenderly kissed my neck and shouders, then my lips.

Michael was now in the last lap, fucking Shel in hard quick jabs that
made them both sigh in unison, Randy was behind Michael with his cock
inside of him, letting Michael's movements do all the work. Michael was
about to have an overload I think, and yelled like he was in pain when he
started shooting. Shel was jacking his cock at lightning speed, and had
started shooting, and his ass clamped tight on Michael's cock, only
strengthening his climax. Michael then leant down over Shel and started
licking the cum from his neck and chest while Randy gripped his hips and
thrust several more deep long strokes before sinking in to the hilt, and
holding his mark. I could see the muscles in Randy's midsection, rippling
under his tight skin as they worked to pump his seed out. Randy just made
small spastic jerks as he sighed to himself. I looked at my cell phone,
and saw that it was getting early in the morning, and me and Shel needed
to be heading to his house pretty quick. Shel saw me looking and seemed
to read my thoughts. With that, he kissed Randy and Michael good night,
then came over, lifting Ben's nodding head off my back to kiss him good
night too. I got up and kissed and hugged everyone good night, and began
to get dressed.

"Ya'll sleep tight.", Ben mumbled as he crawled into the sleeping bag,
joined to Randy and Michael's to make a queensized bag.

"Ya'll too.", we said over our shoulders, knowing that they probably
wouldn't sleep much, but they might as well rest a minute or two! We shut
the door and headed down to our fourwheelers, and I was looking forward
to snuggling up tight to Shel in his warm bed.