Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2005 11:03:31 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Rural Sinners 01 by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral)

The following story contains scenes involving young males and an older
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this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most
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Author's Note: Not all sin takes place in an urban environment.  To that
end, this story is the beginning of a series of short stories in a rural
setting and is dedicated, in loving memory, to Mr. Beasley, whom many of
us boys knew in the rural community in which I grew up.


Rural Sinners: Number One
By
Justin Davis


Jacob Jackson hung his arms over the top rail of the hog pens and smiled
at his twin sons who were naked but for their rubber work boots.  The two
sixteen year olds, Matt and Mike, were identical in every way, with one
exception.  Mike's nose was a little sharper than that of his brother's.
Other than that, from their blonde curly mops of hair down to their
six-inch, flaccid, circumcised, cocks, and plum-sized balls that swung
between their legs, they were identical.  Indeed, as he watched the two
Jacob knew that they would have sexual equipment as big as his own by the
time they were grown and Jacob had the biggest cock in the county.  Since
his wife had died six years ago, many a woman in the county had had her
cunt stuffed full of Jacob's long, thick, meat and hadn't forgotten the
experience of having twelve-inches of almost two-inch wide cock fuck them
full.

"When you boys finish, clean yourselves up for dinner," Jacob said to the
two, who were shoveling pig shit into a wheelbarrow and raking the dirt
of the pens.

"Sure thing pop!" Mike replied.

For a moment, before he turned and headed back to the farmhouse, Jacob
admired how the years of work had molded and shaped the bodies of the
two. Their broad shoulders tapered down to a pair of twenty-eight inch
waists and their abdominal muscles were ripped to the max, their firm
muscular thighs only adding to their good looks along with their deep all
over-tans.

From the time they were toddlers the two had preferred to run around
naked, and since they lived out in the country he and his wife had let
them.  Of course, as they had approached their teen years they had gotten
more modest around their mother.  Now, however, when the weather was warm
they were naked as often as they could be.  Jacob shook his head and
turned and headed toward the farmhouse.

"Mike, tomorrow's Saturday.  We gonna take the truck and go see Mr.
Beasley again before we go into town?" Matt asked as he wielded the rake.

"Uh, I kinda thought we'd hook up with Susan," Mike replied, putting
another shovel full of pig shit into the wheelbarrow.

"You forget we promised Jason we'd take him to see Mr. Beasley? Matt
asked.

"Shit! I forgot," Mike said.

"We can do both.  We can hook up with Susan in the afternoon," Matt said.

"Yeah, sure!  We can go by Old Man Beasley's place after lunch and then
take Susan to the river later," Mike replied.

"Sounds good to me!" Matt said.

The next day, the twins and thirteen year old Jason, dressed in the usual
boots, jeans, tees, and caps, bounced along in the pickup as it headed up
the red dirt road to Old Man Beasley's house that sat almost a half-mile
off of the paved farm road.  Needless to say, Jason was very nervous.

"Guys, I changed my mind.  You two guys go inside and I'll sit in the
truck," Jason said.

"Look, he ain't gonna hurt yah!  You wanna get your peter sucked or not?"
Matt asked.

"Uh, I don't know," the sandy-headed kid replied.

"He's chicken!" Mike said.

"I'm not chicken!  I'm just scared," Jason replied.

"It'll be okay.  You'll see," Matt reassured the younger boy.

Sure enough, as they got in sight of the house the middle-aged black man
with the salt and pepper beard, dressed in overalls, was sitting on the
front porch whittling and smiled at them when he saw the truck.

"Well! Well! If ain't my two favorite white boys!  Whose your young
friend?" he asked as the boys got out of the truck.

"This is Jason, Mr. Beasley," Matt replied.

"Well! Well! Old Beasley always likes to meet a new boy.  You bring me
something good this time?" the black man asked.

"Yes sir!  We got some fresh cantaloupe and a big melon for yah!" Matt
replied, prompting the black man to chuckle.

"Yes sir! I just loves this time of year.  I get's more fresh produce
than I can almost handle," the man said, and chuckled again as the boys
retrieved the cantaloupes and large watermelon from the bed of the
pickup.

Of course, what the black man had said was true.  Most of the boys in the
rural farming community knew Mr. Beasley.  In fact, it was almost a right
of passage for Mr. Beasley to give you your first blow job.  As well, it
was a custom that if you stopped by to visit the man you always brought
him something, especially fresh produce in season.

"You boys can just put dem down here on the porch.  I'll takes care of um
later.  I ain't seen you two in almost two weeks.  I suppose you is all
horny?" the man said, and chuckled, causing Jason to shuffle nervously at
the blunt words.

"Uh, yes sir!" Mike replied, and smiled.

"Dats good!  I likes it when boys is horny.  Come on in!" the black man
said, getting up from his chair on the porch and opening the screen door.

The small three-room house in which Mr. Beasley lived was long since in
need of a coat of paint and was primitive by modern standards.  However,
it was neat as a pin and clean. A large four-poster bed, dresser, couch,
and rocking chair occupied the front room, which was the largest.  The
middle room was the kitchen and the back room, the smallest, was both a
bathroom and laundry area.

"Yes sir! I remembers when I was a lot younger and your dad used to come
by!  De apple don't fall far from de tree it don't," the man said,
shaking his head and then chuckling.

"Yes sir!  You told us that before," Mike said, as he removed his shirt.

Jason stood and watched as the two older boys started peeling off their
clothes like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Uh, what you guys doing?" Jason asked.

"Gettin naked," Mike replied.

"Uh, you mean I gotta get naked?" Jason asked.

"Well now, young fella, you don't has to if you don't wants to but it
sure helps," Mr. Beasley replied, and chuckled.

"He's chicken!" Matt said.

"I'm not!" Jason replied angrily, and threw his cap on the couch and
started pulling off his tee shirt.


"My, ain't you two a sight, now!  I remembers three years ago when you
two first came by.  You sho look different now," Mr. Beasley said, as he
stared at the soon naked trio and what hung between the legs of the
twins.  " And you, young man, you ain't bad either for your age, noticing
Jason's almost three-inch flaccid peter and pecan-sized balls. So, who
wants to go first?" Mr. Beasley asked.

"Uh, Jason should go first.  It's his first time," Matt replied.

"Yeah, he should go first, Mr. Beasley," Mike said.

"Uh, you guys ain't gonna watch are yah?" Jason asked as the twins sat
down upon the couch.

"Sure! Why not?" Mike asked.

"Oh man!  I don't wanna do it if you're gonna watch!" Jason whined.

"Now dats alright, son!  Dey can go in de other room.  You boys go have a
seat in the kitchen.  Dis little one here is just kinda scared.  Ain't
nothin to be scared of, boy.  You just get up on dat bed and lay back and
Old Beasley will have you feelin better dan you ever thought in no time,"
the black man said, motioning his head for Matt and Mike to go into the
kitchen.

Matt and Mike went into the kitchen and sat down in the two chairs that
were around the small table and waited, disgusted that Jason was so
bashful about it all.

"Oh gosh! Oh! Mmmmmm!" they soon heard Jason exclaim, and both snickered
and got up from the table and peeked around the corner of the door jam.

Sure enough, Jason was lying back upon the bed with his hands behind his
head and Mr. Beasley was sucking his already hard, fat, four-inch, peter
for all it was worth to a litany of moans and whimpers from Jason.

Then, after a bit, both Matt and Mike began to stroke their cocks as Mr.
Beasley repositioned himself upon the bed so Jason could fuck his mouth.

"Oh! Shit! Ah!" Jason exclaimed, as he began to fuck the first thing he
had ever fucked in his life.

Needless to say, Jason went wild and fucked the man's mouth like a puppy
in heat.  Soon, he yelped and was blowing his cum pellets into Mr.
Beasley's mouth, almost crying and giggling at the same time as he rolled
away in the afterglow of the best cum of his life.

"You go next.  I went first last time," Mike said, looking at his
brother.

"Fine by me!" Matt, said, and headed toward the bed and escalated himself
upon it while Jason went and sat upon the couch.

"Yes sir!  We gonna have to get that nice piece of meat you got harder.
You just let Old Beasley take care of that for you," the man said as Matt
got up on the bed and Mike went and sat down upon the couch with Jason,
who was no longer bashful about anything.  He'd have stood naked in the
town-square to get his peter sucked again like it just had been.

"Oh yeah!" Matt exclaimed, as the man slurped his cock into his mouth.

Soon, in no time, Matt's cock was rock hard and at it's full nine inches
and he gasped and moaned each time the black man sucked it all the way
down to the pubes.

"You ready to fuck Old Beasley's mouth now?" the man asked, having taken
his mouth off the thick piece of meat.

"Yeah!" Matt replied.

"Well come on den!  I knows you knows how," the man said lying back upon
the bed, and chuckling.

Indeed, Matt did know how, he had been fucking the man's face since he
was thirteen, the same as Mike, and he positioned his groin over the
man's face and offered him his cock for the sucking.

"Oh shit!" Matt exclaimed, as the warm moistness encased his cock again,
and he began to fuck away.

Mike sat on the couch and slowly stroked his cock as he watched his
brother's buttocks clench and unclench as he fucked away at Mr. Beasley's
mouth.  He smiled as he looked over and noticed Jason's dick was hard
again and he was slowly fingering it as he watched Matt fuck away.

Eventually, from the sounds his brother began to make, Mike knew it
wouldn't be long before Matt would blow his load and Mr. Beasley would be
swallowing it greedily.

"Mmmmm!" Jason moaned as he pulled on his peter and watched Matt fuck,
prompting Mike to look over at him and smile.

"Oh yeah! Oh shit!  I'm gonna cum, Mr. Beasley!" Matt exclaimed,
prompting the black man to pat him on the butt to let him know he was
ready.  "Yeah! Yeah! Arrrggghhh!" Matt hollered, and began to rabbit fuck
the man's mouth as he blew his thick, white, sperm load into the hungry
cavern.

Matt had hardly rolled away when Mike had already stood up and was
walking toward the bed, his hard cock wagging from side to side as he did
so.

"I see's you is ready!" the man said, and chuckled, for whichever twin
was second they were always ready to fuck his mouth as soon as the first
one finished.

"Fuck! Oh yeah!" Mike hollered, as he began to fuck his cock down the
man's throat, while Matt and Jason sat on the couch and watched.

In less than ten minutes, Mike let out a cry and Mr. Beasley was
swallowing another load of hot, teen, sperm.

"Please, Mr. Beasley!  Do me again!  Please!" Jason begged, after Mike
had rolled away, and both of the older boys snickered as Jason climbed
back up onto the bed and began to fuck the man's mouth again.

"I think he liked the stuff we brought," Matt said later as the pickup
headed back down the dirt road toward the main farm road.

"Yeah, he always appreciates it.  I wonder how many dicks he's sucked
over the years?" Mike asked.

"Ain't no tellin.  I betcha it's been a bunch though," Matt said.

"I sure can't wait till it's mine again!" Jason said, prompting the older
boys to laugh, knowing that Mr. Beasley now had another regular visitor.

Four hours later the twins had long since dropped Jason off and they were
again naked.  This time, on a blanket at the river with Susan on all
fours between them, her pussy getting stuffed to the max at one end and
her mouth getting the same treatment at the other.  It didn't matter.
Susan was in heaven because she always got so hot when she saw the two
studs that her pussy began to drip into her panties.

As for Mr. Beasley, well he did appreciate the produce that the boys had
brought as him as much as he appreciated that that had just arrived.  In
fact, just as Matt and Mike were filling Susan's cunt and mouth with cum
Mr. Beasley was swallowing a fresh load of sweet, teen, sperm from Justin
while his friend Billy sat on the couch awaiting his turn, the two
fourteen year olds having just brought him three dozen fresh tomatoes in
return for his services.

The End