Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2005 11:57:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seed & Feed 4

Seed & Feed 4

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and
have included no gestures toward common sense either.  This is an all new
story.  Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.

When I was growing up, I thought most of the talk about sex drive was made
up. I liked to jerk off and that was good enough for me. Most of the boys
who talked so much about "needing to get some," were jerks and I figured
they were trying to show off.

When I left Jack's house that night, I was confused and disoriented.  I
wasn't sure what I thought. I enjoyed it, but the feelings and sensations
were so strong I wasn't sure what they were. Some things were so good they
almost hurt. My feelings were in that category.  Several days later my
thoughts began to sort themselves out.

My feelings gravitated toward the pleasurable. Pleasurable isn't exactly
the right word.  It's too mild and not intense enough. I hadn't realized
sexual experiences could be more intense than jerking off. Once I had
experienced oral and now anal sex, it wasn't enough. To have a man suck you
cock and then to suck him was spectacular.  To taste another man's cock, to
feel it twitch, and then taste the cock juices was spectacular.

At first it was hard for me to believe a man would do that. Jack and Henry
liked it, but I was really surprised when Roger did it.  He was so
handsome, and loved cock so much. I was flattered he was willing to suck
me, but I was more pleased when I deep throated him and felt him
react. Cocks don't lie, and Roger liked it.  When the precum began to ooze,
I knew he was enjoying my efforts.

Roger wasn't shy at all and didn't seem one bit embarrassed to be coaxing
the contents of my balls into his mouth. When his cock was in my mouth
there was no way to hide his interests.

Next Saturday I went to the Seed & Feed near closing time again.  It was a
quiet day and Henry was there with one customer, Dwayne Smith. I knew
Dwayne's son, Junior and I worked on his farm during haying season. In high
School Junior was famous for his monosyllabic conversation. The English
teacher, Mrs. Johansson, joked that for Junior, two words were an essay and
three words were a novel.

Junior got his conversational skills from his Dad. He was a nice man, a
member of the Volunteer Fire Department, but not much of a
conversationalist.  As the time for closing approached, Dwayne showed no
signs of getting ready to leave. I was trying to figure out a way to stay
longs without creating suspicion of my motives.

Henry looked at me, then whispered something to Dwayne.  Dwayne looked over
at me, smiled a bit oddly, then whispered to Henry. Henry came over to me,
leaving Dwayne alone at the counter.

"I may be out of line, Jed," he said, "but I have a suspicion you and
Dwayne are here for the same reason."

I almost said he misunderstood, but I nodded instead. "That might be
right," I replied.

"Well, Dwayne was here first," Henry said, "so he's first in line, but he's
never been in a threesome and might like to give it a spin. Are you game?"

"With Mr. Smith?" I asked, somewhat incredulous about the thought of have
sex with the father of a schoolmate.

"Dwayne's good in bed," Henry said. "Lots of fun and uninhibited."

Being nineteen and horny carried the day. We walked over to the counter
where Dwayne was standing. "Jed's in a playful mood," Henry said.  "Let me
lock up and we can go to the back room."  He went off to lock the doors and
turn out the lights leaving me alone with Mr. Smith.

"You won't say anything to Junior, would you?" he asked.

"If you don't say anything to my Dad, I won't talk about it to Junior," I
replied.

"Fair enough," he said. Dwayne looked at me hard for maybe thirty
seconds. "It was stupid to worry about that, wasn't it?"  He smiled.

I smiled. "Yep. I guess it was," I replied. Henry rejoined us and we went
to the back room. Dwayne began to strip as soon as we got in the room then
went right to the shower. Henry and I were right behind him. Dwayne was
short and heavy. I had thought he was fat, but in the close quarters of the
shower, I discovered he was 100% solid muscle. He had a gut but it was hard
as steel.

"Does he leak much?" Dwayne asked of Henry.

"Like Niagra Falls," Henry replied. A second later Mr. Smith was attached
to my cock, sucking like a milking machine.  That was fine with me, he was
good at it. Dwayne had long, black hair, tied back in a ponytail.  His
bushy beard was more white than black. The beard cushioned my balls and
felt good.

"Jack popped him the other day, so he's full service," Henry said. "I hope
he's not disappointed at what I have to offer."  Henry was rubbing his cock
against my crack. He turned off the water and we dried off. Returning to
the office, Henry got in his chair and took a tube of lubricant out of the
drawer. He began coating his cock.

"Jed, do you think you can take this us your ass?" Henry asked. He didn't
wait for an answer. "Sit on it." I turned my back to him then sat back. I
bounced a few times on his cock head.  It wouldn't fit.  He added more
lubricant.  Dwayne held a bottle of Jungle Juice to my nose.  I took a
sniff then it popped in and went deep. Henry's cock was a good size but
nothing like Jack's meat.

I felt a wave of pleasure and his cock applied pressure to my prostate. It
felt great. Dwayne hooked my legs over Henry's, then spread them apart.
This left my cock and balls exposed along with Henry's balls and whatever
portion of his cock which wasn't in my ass. Dwayne took a deep sniff then
began sucking my cock and balls.

I couldn't believe he was doing that nor could I believe how good it
felt. After a while, my weight was too much for Henry, so we got out of the
chair.  I got on my knees and Henry fucked me doggy style.  Right before
Henry entered, Dwayne licked my ass and tried to force his tongue into my
ass.

Every time Henry pulled out of my ass, Dwayne was there trying to get his
tongue in.  He seemed to like my ass hole. On one of his rimming
expeditions he cried out, "that's it!"  Looking over my shoulder, I saw
Henry was in his ass. Dwayne forgot my ass. I needed to stretch, so I got
up.

Henry was taking deep strokes. He pulled almost all the way out leaving
only the tip of his cock head in Dwayne's ass. Then he shoved deep. Dwayne
moaned every time. After coating my cock in lube, I tapped Henry on the
shoulder, he saw my dripping cock and let me replace him in Dwayne's ass.

When Henry pulled out, Dwayne's ass stayed open. My cock wasn't as long as
Henry, but I was quite a bit thicker.  That seemed to hit the spot for
Dwayne. His moans became more insistent.

"Flip him over," Henry instructed. "With that curved cock of yours, it will
drive him crazy." I did as he said, he Henry was right. Dwayne went through
the roof.  My cock's curve must have been perfect for his ass.

Until then I hadn't really seen Dwayne's equipment. It was massive. His
balls were almost the size of apples and held tight to his body in a hairy
sack.  His cock was thicker than Jack's and reminded me of a can of
soup. On his back I could see his face and gauge his reaction to my
thrusts. Normally the strong silent type, he made no effort to conceal his
obvious pleasure. If I pulled out, he'd whimper and beg for me to fuck him
again.

He opened his ass wide and twitched it in invitation, but once I was in, he
clamped tight, trying to trap my cock in his steamy hole. As I said, Dwayne
was solid muscle, and it was almost as if he was jerking me off with his
ass muscles.  Once and a while, when I hit the perfect spot, he lost all
his muscle tone and turned into a soft, fleshy pillow. I think this
happened when I rammed his prostate head on.


"Are you guys in a rush, or do we have the whole afternoon to play?" Henry
asked. "If we've got some time, let's slow and make it last."

"I don't want to slow down," Dwayne murmured, "but I would like to breathe
some." I pulled out. Henry got three cokes from a small refrigerator and we
took a drink. I was thirsty.

After chugging down half a Coke, Dwayne looked at me and most of all at my
cock. "Look at that beauty," he exclaimed, while stroking it. "And real
juicy too!"  I was hard as a rock and he had coaxed a glob of precum which
sat quivering on my slit.

"The carpet's new," Henry said. "Don't let it drip on the floor." Dwayne
reached over and collected the glob on his finger then licked it. He was
hard too and I did the same for him.  It seemed only fair.  His precum was
thick and sweet.

"I like them when they're wide," Dwayne said and he continued to milk my
cock. "The piss tube on the under side is nice and big.  Do you shoot big
loads?"

"I don't really know," I replied. "I've never done any comparative
shopping."

Dwayne laughed. "I haven't either, but I'm sure wiling to try it sometime,"
he said."I shoot buckets full of spunk. A real gully washer.  Don't
worry. I give warning."  My hand could barely fit around his cock. Dwayne
looked at my hand. "Damn you've got small hands," he remarked. "Henry, I
thought small hands were a sign of a small cock?" Dwayne's hands were like
paws with thick, stubby fingers.

"Apparently that old wife's tale isn't true," Henry answered. "Jed's
sporting some meat." I didn't know why they were talking about my hands,
but that became obvious later.  I knew Junior.  He was unimaginative and
conservative.  I assumed Dwayne was the same way.  Dwayne was adventurous
when it came to man sex.  He wanted to try it all.

I found out later he saw a movie featuring fisting and wanted to give it a
try. As I said, he was adventurous, but he wasn't foolish.  My small hands
turned a potentially interesting experience into a real possibility.

Henry went to the toilet and Dwayne told me what he had in mind.  I wasn't
interested, but I figured what the hell. Henry returned.  None of us had
tried fisting before, so we were careful. I didn't want to hurt Dwayne.
Henry had a tub of lubricant used for cows.  Coating my hand in it, I
worked a finger into Dwayne's ass.  His as was really open already after
having been fucked, so it wasn't a problem.

Three fingers went in easily. I pulled out. Putting my thumb inside my
other fingers, I pushed in again.

"It's okay, push a little harder," Dwayne said. "Take it easy, but just a
little harder." Suddenly my knuckles popped through and my hand was in up
to my wrists.

"Damn!" he cried.

"Does it hurt?"

"Some, but nothing too bad," he replied. "Let me get use to it." I waited a
minute.  When I felt his sphincter relax I formed my hand into a fist and
turned it a little.

"Jesus!"

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay now.  You've got the right idea. Just take it slow," Dwayne
said. He lost his erection when I entered him and was sweating like a pig.
After another minute or tow his cock began to firm up again. I slipped and
other inch or two deeper into his ass, then pulled back. My knuckles were
at his prostate, so I rotated my hand and ran them against his nut.

He was hard again by now.  About the fourth or fifth time my knuckles
rubbed his prostate the small organ got hard as a walnut. His orgasm
deserved a place in Ripley's Believe It or Not. Dwayne must have been
several pounds lighter after the last spurt. He had a wide slit, and he
needed all of it to accommodate the flow.

Henry scooped up some of the man seed and licked it up. He then scooped up
more and offered it to me. I took it. I slowly withdrew my hand from
Dwayne's ass. Dwayne just lay on the bed, recovering.

"How was it?" Henry asked.

"Well, I might not do it every day, but I'm glad I did it," Dwayne
said. "I'm going to have to think about it for a while before I sort things
out." I remembered feeling that way about Jack's cock. Dwayne surprised me
at being able to speak in completer sentences when talking about sex. It
must have inspired him.  We returned to the shower to clean up.

Henry worked his cock into my ass again while Dwayne played milking
machine.  I lasted five minutes.  Dwayne took it all and told me I shot a
good load. I was so preoccupied by my climax I didn't realize Henry had
shot off in my ass. Cum was still dripping from his cock as we dried off.

I as we left, Dwayne hugged and kissed me. That caught me totally by
surprise. "Any time you're interested, I'm willing," he said.

The next day I was walking around the neighborhood and went by Jack's
house. To be totally truthful, it wasn't entirely by accident that I went
by Jack's.  Hope springs eternal in the teenager's heart.

Dwayne's pick up was in the driveway. Rollo was on the porch and waved me
over. "How you doing?" he asked.

"Good here, and you"

"Just taking the air, Uncle Jack is in the back yard, talking to a friend,
go back and say hello," Rollo said.  "He likes you."

"You don't like his friend?"

"I like him well enough. He's just not my type," he replied.  I wandered to
the back. Jack was talking to his friend.  It wasn't Dwayne though; it was
Junior.

Junior was a slightly enlarged version of his Dad except for his coloring.
Junior took after his mother and had dirty blond hair.  At nineteen, Junior
was already balding and had more hair on his barrel chest than on his
head. He always left his shirts half unbuttoned and his chest hair was
always on display.

"It's a nice quiet Sunday afternoon," Jack said, "I was hoping it would be
a little less quiet and a lot more fun.  Take it from me. We all share the
same idea of what fun is."  As we went to Jack's bedroom, Junior
whispered. "You won't tell Dad, will you?"  It was instant replay of my
conversation with Dwayne and day earlier.