Date: Sat, 01 May 2004 21:50:19 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: PERFECT MATCH Part 5 (scat ws)

        THE PERFECT MATCH--Part 5 by bawdypen

   A surprising request from a group in Davenport, Iowa, of
all places, had us a little worried. The idea of doing such
things in front of a group of FARMERS--in America's heartland--
would have been unthinkable if it weren't for the large sum
offered. Apparently, the group leader, Orville Buckworth, had
seen our show in Chicago and spread the word.
   We met with him when we arrived at the bus depot. He
assured us there would be no trouble even though the audience
would be made up of rednecks--horny rednecks! He said even
though they were dumb hicks, the money they were willing to
shell out for our unique 'show' guaranteed there would be no
rough stuff. That was indeed reassuring--especially since it
was to take place in a barn! Without a stage! Just us...
surrounded by about twenty rural types of all ages.
   When we were brought in and introduced to the overall-clad
group, we quickly realized that most of them were probably
straight! The oldest was in his mid-40's, and several must have
been no more than 16--sons, nephews or younger brothers of the
older ones...all gathered together to see a nasty show put on
by some 'gay fellers' from the city.
   But we could also see that, underneath those overalls and
International Harvester caps, pulsed some rather handsome male
beauties.
   "Glad ta meet ya, boys," gushed one well-built guy with the
brightest, twinkling blue eyes I'd ever seen. "Orv told us
'bout the things you fellers do. Sez it was the nastiest durned
thing he ever saw!"
   A younger, handsome stud, joked, "I'd like ta shake your
hands, boys, but there ain't no tellin' what you been touchin'
lately!" He guffawed and slapped us on the backs.
   After a few more good-natured introductions, I asked about
the young ones being present.
   "Aw, hell! Don't worry none 'bout them," one chuckled.
"Thems our suck boys!
   "SUCK BOYS?" Matt asked. "You mean they're gay?"
   "Naw. Oh, mebbe a couple of 'em favor lickin' dick ta
eatin' pussy, but they's just farmboys. Farmboys diff'rent from
city boys. Farmboys take it wheres they can get it. And the way
we treat our womenfolk, and thems that trespass, if'n a farmboy
don't suck cock and bend over once in a while, he jus' don't
get much! These boys want to see a sex show...so the deal is
they gotta fiddle 'n suck ta get in. You know, play with us
menfolk durin' the show, 'n take a wet swipe on it once in a
while. Say, you fellas like 'em young, doncha? Boys don't mind
showin' it!"
   Amazing! The farmers were going to watch our nasty show,
while the Tom Sawyers and Huck Finns licked 'em and jacked 'em
off for the price of admission! I surveyed the chicken
entourage. They looked just as anxious as the elders for the
show to get started.
   We entered an area in the middle of the big barn. A large
burlap canvas had been spread out over the dirt and hay-strewn
floor. We met in the middle and started with a kiss. We figured
if these country boys couldn't handle that, we'd best not go
any further. But they quickly reacted with enthusiastic
applause and whoopin' as if it was the most outrageously sexual
thing they'd ever seen, even making remarks of surprise that
gave us an indication that, while they and the farmboys might
suck and fuck--kissing was a rather unique activity between
men. It also seemed that the boys were the ones that sucked and
got fucked. The men had arranged themselves in a half-circle
around us, sitting on bales of hay.
   "You suck boys best strip off!" one fellow called out.
"Case we get a hankerin' to pork some butthole!"
   Pulling from our embrace, Mart and I looked around. Maybe
not exactly hungry for cock up the ass or down the craw, they
were definitely excited about seeing us in action. Chuckling
and giggling, they scampered out of their Levi's and overalls
faster than Cub Scouts invited to sleep in the Den Leader's
tent! By the time they settled down near their assigned(?)
farmer, every one of them had a perky boner sticking up. We
were aghast! They were all so beautifully horny!
   Especially when one of them--not more than 14--flapped his
dick at us, smiling an invitation and desire to be sucked off
by a 'real queer.' He was quickly grabbed by the scruff of the
neck and pulled down, his hand pulled onto the leader's crotch.
   "Sit your butt down, Luke. You worry 'bout this here for
now. You wanna mess with 'queer dick' you do it after the
show!"
   "Aw, Pa!" the kid complained, "I was only foolin'!"
   PA?! The kid was his own father's 'suck boy'!"
   "Hey, Orville!" a younger guy, maybe 22, called from the
other side. He had no boy next to him. "Ain't proper...you
bein' his pa and all. Not when some of us are without! You
oughta send the boy over here."
   "Yeah, Orville," one of the other older men agreed. "Ain't
right doin' it so much with kin. We know you been porkin' the
kid since he wuz 9! Give some of us a chance. "Sides, Wilbur's
got no suck boy."
   "Hell, they's all gonna circulate. Doncha know that?"
Orville explained the program. "Ain't no fuzz offa my ass. You
wanna go play with Wilbur's pecker, boy?"
   "SURE, PA! HE'S GOT A BIG ONE!"
   "Then getchur skinny ass over there! But let's get the show
goin'. I'm anxious to see these two go at it!"
   We listened, stupified and amused, while they tossed this
around. It was a bit absurd, yet delightfully refreshing
considering the crowds we were used to. We stood there,
hugging, stroking each other's crotch while gazing at the
splendid young nudity. All the while this was going on, a
round-faced freckled youngster with a thick handful of cock was
slowly stroking it with one hand while rubbing his hand over
the crotch of a tall, lanky fellow. Neither of them paid any
attention to the others--they just kept smiling and watching
us.
   Not sure from the beginning how to approach this whole
thing, we kinda shrugged at each other. It was painfully
obvious, to us, that we were going to be upstaged by the
audience if we weren't careful. Not knowing what to expect, we
didn't have a program. In sticky situations, Matt usually left
it to me...since I had the ability to be spontaneous. But
nothing we'd done before would work with this crowd. I was at a
loss. Then I suddenly got an idea. I'd use this crowd. I pulled
Matt aside and whispered a quick story line. Then we sauntered
back in.
   "Hi, mister!" I said to Matt. "You one of them city dudes?"
   "Yes, I sure am," Matt replied, looking me over. "Say,
you're a mighty cute farmboy. You wouldn't happen to be a SUCK
BOY, would you?" The audience cheered and laughed at that.
   "Golly, yes!" I gushed, kinda hanging my head. "But I
didn't think you city folks knew about us suck boys."
   "Well, I've heard rumors. See, I'm a tractor salesman from
Chicago. I've been down here for two weeks...away from my
girlfriend...and my big prick's just about to burst! Is it true
that a suck boy hasta suck off any guy that needs it?"
   "Naw. But we are known for our hospitality!"
   "Wanna give me a blowjob?" Matt asked.
   "Gee, I dunno, mister. That sure depends on a lot of
things. I'll hafta feel it first." I touched my hand to his
crotch for a tenth of a second. "SURE, I'LL BLOW YA! WHIP IT
OUT!"
   "Wow! It sure didn't take you long. What were all the
things it depended on?"
   "Well, it's big, it's hard, and it's the only one around!"
The crowd was loving our feeble attempt at humor.
   Matt opened his fly and whipped out his long, hard prick.
Appreciative murmurs made the rounds. Men were urging the suck
boys to play with them harder. I figured this would all go
better if everybody was nude. "Hey, mister!" I cried at Matt.
"You trying to insult me? If a guy don't get buck nekked--I
don't suck!" Several boys expressed similar demands, so their
benefactors happily went along and stripped.
   It was becoming audience suggestion/participation. It was
as if they wanted to be a part of the show. They didn't seem to
mind in the least that we'd stall our routine until they caught
up.
   "OK," Matt began to strip, while I pulled at my own
clothing, "but I hope I don't offend you. I've been driving a
tractor around in this heat all day. I'm pretty sweaty!"
   "Shucks!" I cried, "That don't matter none. I'm used to
that. What do you think farmers are like after bein' in the
fields all day? We go shuckin' down behind the barn and start
grabbin' at each other, it don't make no nevermind 'bout a
little more smell 'round a farm. Sheesh! You oughta smell my
friend Luke," I chided, "Him 'n me're always lickin' the salt
offa each other's balls! He does it real good, even if he does
say his Pa's taste better! Figgers, since he's been lappin' his
Pa's nuts since he was nine! And they are a lot bigger!"
   "Come're boy!" Orville yelled out. "Lick muh nuts!"
Orville, like all the rest, was completely naked, flogging his
bone.
   "Aw, Pa!" Luke reluctantly left Wilbur's juicy hardon.
   "You can go back after a coupla licks. Ya do like lickin'
mine best, doncha?"
   "Yeah, but how'd they know?" he whined. "I c'n always lick
yours. Never got ta play with Wilbur before."
   Orville spread his legs wide as the boy dropped to his
knees. "Just get 'em nice and wet. Then you c'n go back to that
sassy young'un and give him a good ballsuck."
   "Mighty rangy, Pa!" All attention was diverted to Luke's
sucking his father's ballsack. It was part of the show. After
he'd scampered back and lapped a bit at Wilbur's hefty nuts,
Wilbur piped up. "Rangy ain't the word, Luke. I had my nose on
your Pa's nuts more'n once when I was a suck boy!" Titters and
guffaws were heard all around.
   I pulled their attention away. "Boy, mister, you weren't
kiddin'!" I said, scooching my mouth up under Matt's heavy
balls. I was in a crouch...my pants down to my ankles. I was
slipping Matt's pants to his knees. We were both shirtless.
"Them's really ripe and flavorful!" I licked his balls while
his prong flopped over my face. Then I grabbed it and quickly
engulfed all of it--sucking up his entire cock. Then I started
to lick on the sides, facing the audience. Young faces were
being pushed into older crotches, but the boys were demurring.
   "Hold off, fellas!" one guy held up his hand. "Boys don't
wanna miss the show, and some of us are in need of their
services! Let's just have a quick go-around." The suck boys
eagerly started blowing the men. After a few seconds, the same
guy yelled out, "Allemande left!" The boys instantly scooted
over to the man on their left and resumed fervent cocksucking.
The square dance announcer repeated this several times until
each man had been sucked by several different boys. Fathers,
sons, uncles, nephews, brothers...who knew? Who cared? They
obviously didn't! But they had enough sense to stop before
climaxing.
   We finished stripping completely. I didn't suck, but I
continued to fondle and caress Matt's naked body--front and
back.
   Resuming, I gave Matt a hot lusty blowjob--until he was
easing me back--fearful of coming too soon. I looked up. "Ya
suck, mister?"
   "Never had a cock in my mouth, kid. But any Suck Boy that's
as good and as pretty as you sure deserves it! Put that pretty
pecker in my mouth," he said, going to his knees, "I'll
certainly do my darndest!"
   "OH, MISTER! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
   "I think every suck boy deserves a return favor once in a
while!" Matt suggested, looking at the group. The youngsters
were already on their feet, pushing their randy boners into the
men's faces. Some were a little shaken and tentative.
   "NO BULLSHIT, MEN!" cried Orville. "SUCK THEM BOYS! Show
don't go on til every man's tasted three of 'em! If a boy
comes, drink that syrup down. He'll get it up again real soon."
   Then he slipped his lips over the sturdy young prick of the
freckled youngster I'd noticed earlier. The boys weren't crazy.
They quickly took advantage of the rare opportunity. By the
third go-around every boy had shot his wad into a man's gulping
mouth. One quiet, handsome farmer must have had great mouth
action. He'd managed to bring off two of the lads himself. He
smiled, sweet cum dribbling down his chin. I whispered to
Freckles to save a load for me. He beamed!
   "SHUR!" he yelled out. "YOU CAN PORK MY BUTTHOLE TOO, IF YA
WANT!" I almost blushed, until I realized our purpose. I pumped
my cock into Matt's mouth, telling him how well he sucked for a
city guy. We went on for a while, until Matt grabbed my hips
and turned me around.
   "Bend over, kid," he said, pushing on my lower back, "let's
see that pretty bunghole of yours!" Giggles.
   "Whatcha gonna do, mister? Cornhole me?" I asked over my
shoulder.
   "Maybe. First I wanna SMELL IT!" Anxious laughter. "Wow!
That's pretty tangy! Don't you farmboys wipe your bums very
good?" Exuberant laughter--especially from the youngsters.
   "IF YA DON'T LIKE IT, MISTER," I acted offended, "YOU CAN
TAKE YOUR NOSE OUTTA THERE ANY DAY NOW!" Knee-slapping, gut-
busting guffaws.
   "Boy like you oughta keep himself cleaner. I best clean you
up."
   "Ain't got no paper, mister."
   "That's okay, I'll just lick it clean!" Matt started to lap
at my anus. He held my cheeks wide apart, giving them a good
view and he'd lick and pull away, then plunge back in for more.
Startled gasps, mostly from the younger ones. Sucking, fucking,
even the occassional animal-plugging. But butt-licking, we'd
been told, was practically non-existent around here. That's why
we were being paid so much.
   After a while, I straightened up. "Didja get any shit on
your tongue, mister?"
   "Nope!" Matt laughed. "You wanna try it?"
   "Naw, we don't do that kinda stuff 'round here."
   "Why not?"
   "Well...dunno. Don't know anybody ever tried it before.
Kinda dirty, ain't it?"
   "Kid, lickin' assholes is one of the greatest pleasures
there is. Can't get girls to do it, so I look up boys like you.
I c'd suck a boy's asshole all day long! Come on, give it a
try."
   "Yeah, but you're a MAN, mister...not a boy!"
   "Same thing. A man smells a bit stronger, that's all. But
he's also got a bigger anus to suck on. You'll like it--I GOT A
BIG ASSHOLE!" Plenty of laughter, some of it sounding more
serious. They weren't fiddling much anymore...they were paying
rapt attention to us.
   "Well..." I hesitated, "how do I do it? If I wanted to,
that is?"
   "Kneel down," Matt pointed to the floor. Then he turned
around and obscenely stuck his ass in my face. "Grab hold and
open it up. Now take a good look. Bet you never had a good look
at a guy's asshole, hunh?"
   "It...it's all p-pink and w-wrinkled!" More laughter.
   "Sure it is...NOW SMELL IT!" I pushed my nose in there in a
comical way and loudly sniffed at it. The crowd was getting a
wild kick out of this. "How's it smell, kid?"
   "Smells like shit if you ask me!"
   "Yeah, but do you like it?" Loud laughter.
   "Well, ain't so bad, I guess. Smells better than most.
We're always smellin' shit around a farm!"
   "Lick it for me!" Matt pleaded. "Get a taste of my sweaty
hole."
   "I don't know, mister. You take SHITS outta that hole! It
is kinda purty, though. Well..." I looked around sneakily,
"long as nobody can see me do it!" Tickled laughter, then a man
spoke up.
   "Uh, Orville, maybe best we send the youngsters off for
this part." The boys quickly complained, not even knowing what
was going to happen but anxiously excited to see it.
   "Nope," Orville had already decided, "they're part of this.
Don't expect they'll ever do it, but they can watch if they
want. Hell, bet some o' these suck boys wouldn't mind tryin'
the lickin' part."
   "JIMMY LICKED MY BUTTHOLE ONCE!" a sandy-haired kid of 15
blurted out, maybe to assure continued presence. "And I...I
just smelled his."
   "You dirty rat, Clement!" a dark-haired kid of 13 squealed.
"You said you'd never tell! You ornery hog cunt!"
   "It's alright, Jimmy. You'll see." Orville told him,
smiling. "How come you didn't lick him, Clem? That'd be fair
play."
   "I dunno. Almost did, til I smelled it. Still, I almost
did. Then I saw a little turd thing hangin' there...somethin'
left over."
   "Okay," Orville grinned. "Then let's say it's safe to say
you might not mind doin' it without any 'turd things' hangin'
around, right?"
   "Mebbe," Clem admitted, hanging his head.
   "Everybody be honest, now," Orville suggested. "Any you
other boys tried that out?" Two other boys held up their hands,
tentatively. "Well, let me tell ya all--I licked muh boy's hole
once."
   "YA NEVER DID, PA!" Luke exclaimed, surprised.
   "Had muh tongue up inside there, scamp. You was sleepin'
sound--didn't even know it!" He laughed. "Saw that naked,
pretty bum layin' there. Jus couldn't help myself, I guess. Any
of you other men done something like that--in all honesty?"
Four hands went up.
   "Hadta do it when I was a suck boy," Wilbur admitted.
"Uncle Burt over there made me."
   "You didn't have your hand up, Burt," Orville chided.
   "I-I never did it back to him! Sorry 'bout that, Wilbur."
   "Don't matter," Wilbur smiled. "After the first coupla
times, I was jus' pretendin' I didn't go for it. Shitfire, I'll
lick ya right now, Uncle Burt. But most of all I wanna get me a
suck boy to do to me. Wouldn't mind tradin' licks with Luke!"
   "Son, you like his big rod, and you sure gobbled up his
nuts. Think you'd be interested in puttin' yur face up his
crack?"
   "Gee, Pa. Quit teasin' willya! You know I'd be willin' fur
anything with Wilbur, long's I get ta ride the pony!"
   "There ya go, Wilbur. My boy pret near says he'll suck yore
shithole inside out long's he gets to bounce his pretty bottom
up and down your big pecker for a proper shaggin'!" Orville
laughed heartily.
   "I NEVER SAID ALL THAT, PA!"
   "No, but you will if'n he asks ya to. You ain't like the
most of us, Luke. First time you rode your Daddy's pony when
you was ten, bouncing like crazy with your arms 'round my neck,
I knew you was as queer as they come. Never gonna be womenfolk
in your plans. Wilbur's much the same. He ain't never had a
gal. Time you just went to live with him, I figger. You c'n be
his gal, or suck boy, or whatever. Just come help with the
plowing when I need you, alright? Now you just scoot your
little buns down there and let's see you give Wilbur's bunghole
a little sniff and a lick--see if you like it. Throw your legs
up, Wilbur, let's get a good look at what the boy's gonna be
tastin'!"
   Wilbur did better than that. "HOT DAMN!" he cried, hopping
off the bale and squatting down, spreading his hunky ass for
all to see. Then he layed back on the haystack and lifted his
feet to the edge, scooting his spread asshole into Luke's
closer view. Luke stood before it and hesitated, looking down
at the excitingly obscene, lightly-haired anus. Wilbur lewdly
flexed it in and out. "Come on, baby, do it!"
   "Got my mouth watering, Luke!" I cried out. "Here, let me
do it!"
   "NO!" He made a quick beeline for it, and started to
salaciously lap up and down Wilbur's hatch. Everybody was
cheering and stroking their pricks, some of the younger boys
licking their lips.
   "Now climb up there, son, and sit on his face!" Orville
ordered.
   Wilbur helped him up until the boy was squatting over him,
then he slowly brought the little tail down to his rising lips.
All watched as Wilbur hungrily licked and sucked at the lad's
14-year-old hairless asshole! More cheers. Matt and I looked at
each other, smiling. It was easy to picture the boy grunting
and pushing a tender turd into Wilbur's willing mouth maybe
some day in the future. But then, that was my fantasy...and it
wasn't Wilbur on the bottom.
   "Alright! That's settled. Now...ON WITH THE SHOW! Are you
ready to outrage us, fellas?" he asked us.
   We stepped back into character--and back into position--my
face at Matt's ass. "Well, long's nobody can see me!" I started
again.
   "Wait! Sorry, boys," Orville had another idea. "I think all
those who have licked a backside before should do it to those
who have not experienced it--in rounds like before so nobody
gets left out. Then, we'll switch places so that everyone has
tried it. If anyone is not willing to lick a bung--leave off to
the side. If it's too nasty to do--it's too nasty to have done
to ya!"
   "Orv, I hardly think it proper ta go 'round butt-lickin'
each other--'specially doin' the young'uns. They's supposed to
be the suck boys! We don't wanna spoil 'em, do we?"
   "And tomorrow they go back to bein' suck boys," Orville
assured the men, "but tonight all's even. This is a sex party!
If'n you can't handle tryin' a little butt-lickin', Lloyd, just
stand off and watch."
   "Naw. Hell, I'll try it." Lloyd insisted.
   No one else demurred. Orville joined the boys and other men
in the middle of the circle. In rotation they went to the other
men and boys--who were now taking places on the bales of hay--
and took several swipes on the eagerly offered assholes until
they'd each licked every virgin butt. Then the rimmers switched
places, while the newcomers made the rounds--each licking at
every man or boy who'd recently pleasured them. A few
'accidents' happened--early orgasms. The excitement of licking
or being licked was simply too much for some of them. But good
sports all, whoever was the closest quickly went down on the
uncontrollable, throbbing cock--farmer on farmer and boy on boy
in some cases. On the first round Wilbur and Luke knelt side-
by-side, going down the line chuckling as they gaily licked
holes!
   It was all Matt and I could do to contain ourselves. This
was the first time the audience had put on a better show than
we did! So far, at least. Finally, all the local platters were
licked clean.
   "Well," I looked around, "long's nobody can see!" More, but
subdued, laughter. The smutty laughter of experience. It was
hard to follow their act, but I dove between Matt's cheeks and
made loud slurping noises as I slopped my tongue up and down
his crack. Then I pulled away in complaint. "This is killing my
neck, mister!"
   "Well, at least you tried it," Matt patted my shoulder.
   "No, I ain't done. Just wanna get more comfortable!" I
sprawled out on the burlap--my feet away from the group. Matt
came down in a 69 position, straddling my face. Then he bent
over and started to nuzzle at my balls. This spread his ass
wide apart and gave them a clear view while I tongued straight
up into his wondrous asshole!
   "Boy sure knows his stuff!" one farmer remarked.
   "Got his tongue up inside there!" another cried,
delightedly.
   "This is fun!" I cried. "Am I as good as them city dudes?"
   "You wanna be?" Matt asked over his shoulder.
   ''Sure!"
   "Okay, but when city suckboys suck, they suck it all!"
   "Mister, I can do anything a city boy can do. BETTER!"
   "Alright. THEN SUCK ON THIS!" Matt spread his legs a little
further apart, and slowly pushed. It was obvious to everyone
that while I was licking, Matt's anus was opening up.
   "Hey, mister! Are...are you 'bout to take a dump?!!" I
cried out. "I'm smellin' more'n just butthole 'n...GOOD GOLLY!
THEY'S SOMETHIN' BIG 'N DARK POKIN' ITS HEAD OUTTA THERE!"
   "Yep! I'm going to take a big healthy shit--right now!" A
multitude of gasps were heard behind us--from the knowing men
and from the unsuspecting youngsters. "City boys lick 'em. Lick
my hot turd while I shit, kid. LICK IT ALL OVER!"
   The 'show' was over for me. I was practically oblivious to
the rumble of sounds from behind me...'reality' was hitting me
smack in the face! A long, fat, dark, swelteringly delicious
turd was coming out of Matt's gaping anus and was slithering
across my face while I licked furiously all over it! A
deliriously exciting slow process, when it finally plopped
clear, I held the long thing aside and clamped my mouth to his
anus, sucking on the sweet lips and cleaning the luscious shit
from it.
   The crowd was going crazy, shouting and applauding wildly.
"WOWEE! HE LICKED THAT FELLA'S TURD!" a young one unnecessarily
pointed and announced in astonishment.
   "C'n smell that ol' thing from here--must be a foot long!"
   "Gol durn! Put chur legs down, Mister Farlow, a young voice
squealed, "I AIN'T GONNA DO NOTHIN' LIKE THAT!"
   "Me neither," another youngster giggled appreciatively,
"but that was better'n watchin' cows flop!"
   Matt got up and dropped between my legs, pushing them back.
"Fuck my asshole, mister!" I screamed. Then holding the long
turd in both hands, I said to the crowd, before licking it
again, "It's a little bitter, fellas, but OH! where it comes
from!" Matt shoved in!
   "OH! FUCK ME!" I cried. "PORK MY LITTLE SUCKBOY ASS!"
   "Shut up and lick my turd, kid. I'm gonna pump a big load
of hot jizz up your itchy bottom!" Matt lifted my hips up high
and furiously started to pound his big cock in and out of my
asshole. We weren't turned for the audience to get a good
view--Matt wasn't fucking me for them. Matt was fucking me for
us! I put his turd aside and wrapped my arms around his neck
and my legs around his back. Squeezed tightly together, we
kissed passionately while he drilled my ass to a pulp!
   "HOT DAMN! Get up here boy," a farmer cried out, "SIT ON
THIS!"
   The youngest of the lot, the boy climbed up and settled
himself down carefully, until he was soon squirming on the
man's fat rigid cock, luxuriating in having his little rectum
fully stuffed. Matt had bolted a huge creamy load up my ass
while I shot all over my belly. Now we were laying there,
hugging, watching the antics of the rurals!
   Prongs were up...nuts were boiling. We'd done our part.
We'd fired them up. Had we ever! Couplings were happening all
over. Boy butts were being pronged lustily, and more than one
farmer was offering up his own pre-moistened slit for a randy
young cock or a sturdy mastodon!
   "B-but Mr. Porter..." the 18-year-old farmhand stammered.
   "Go ahead, Richie," the farmer urged, "SLAM IT IN THERE! I
didn't hire ya just for your good looks!" The husky young man
grabbed onto his employer's writhing hips and pulled them back
onto his stout prick! The man screamed from deep in his throat.
"SWEET JAYZUS! PORK ME, RICHIE! AIN'T HAD MUH BUTT STUFFED LIKE
THIS SINCE MY 4-H LEADER!"
   They fucked their brains out for the next 45 minutes. I
jumped in a few times to suck out a drippy asshole and clean a
few cocks. If a prick was pulled out shit-streaked, they'd call
me over. I was as horny as the rest of them, and by now shit
was shit to me. So I went hopping around licking their shitty
cocks so they could plug them up another hole or, more likely,
spread their cheeks for a turn-around.
   Eventually, attention was directed to Matt. He was in a
mood for one of his marathon ass reamings, so one by one--as
they were able to get it up again--they'd come over and shove
their healthy, country dick up his hungry shithole! I stationed
myself right there, helping by fiddling with their balls or
licking their butts. I even finger-fucked a couple of them
while they plugged my buddy. Then I'd clean each of their
cocks, while the next guy got in the saddle.
   Meanwhile, others were taking turns going down on me--
mostly the young ones, but even the men seemed to enjoy sucking
my joint. Others scooted under Matt, seemingly unfazed in the
least sucking up the grunge left over from my hot rectum! No
shit on his dick, but the raunchy aroma surrounding it left no
doubt where it had recently been!
   "Were ya goin', Georgie?" Orville yelled out to a 16-year-
old sneaking out the back.
   "Uh..." the boy gulped, not even sure why. "I-I gotta go!"
   "Go? Ain't even 11 yet! 'Sides, aren't ya ridin' back with
your pa?"
   "No...I mean...I gotta go, uh, poop!" he blushed.
   "Well hellfire, boy," Orville waved him back, "Come on over
here so we all can watch. I think we're all up for another
shittin'!"
   Georgie shook his head. "Naw, I--I'll go outside."
   "Georgie!" Georgie's pa spoke up from between another
farmer's legs. He'd been gently nibbling on his balls. "Getchur
ass over here! Hop up on that bale over there and empty yurself
out!"
   Georgie hung his head, but obeyed, his dick swinging limp,
but long, between his golden-fuzzed legs. His face was scarlet
in embarrassment, but he climbed up on the double-layered bale
and turned his ass toward the now-interested group. They were
indeed up for another shitting! Even the guy presently fucking
Matt pulled out to watch. I gave him a few quick licks, then we
all crowded around Georgie.
   Orville began to fondle the boy's muscular, round ass.
"Don't be so all-fired bashful, boy. We all shit! 'Cept this
time we're gonna watch ya do it!" One of the boys took up
position on the other side of the bale and started to play with
Georgie's dangling ballsack, acting like he wanted a ringside
seat if there was gonna be any turd-ploppin'!
   Georgie's father looked at me. "You want the boy should
shit in your mouth, fella?" My mouth dropped.
   Matt whispered in my ear. "Go ahead, love. Give 'em
something to talk about til harvest time. You planned on eating
shit tonight, and I don't have any more. I won't be jealous.
Hell, look at it. If I was a shit-eater I'd clean that sweet
ass out myself! Freak 'em out. Eat his turd--gorge on it. I'll
be right behind you finger-fuckin' your hole."
   Matt was already twiddling at my anus. "FUCK YES!" I cried
out. "ALWAYS GOT ROOM FOR SOME HOT COUNTRY SAUSAGE!" I said in
my most lacivious manner. Sighing, George knelt on all fours,
sticking his ass up in the air. I knelt behind him and started
to lick his asshole. Everyone was crowded close for a good
look.
   "Oooh, I'm gonna shit!" Georgie rested his head on his arms
and just let loose. My mouth attached to his asshole was
quickly filling up with his thick turd! I had my thumbs pressed
into the sides of his anus, pulling it apart, keeping those
muscles from squeezing shut. With the pressure of my mouth I
helped to stall the speed of his delivery. Then, mouth full, I
pulled back allowing his chunky turd to come into view. With
two between my lips, I stopped when another five or six inches
was protruding from his young rectum. It was a big, fat turd,
and hardly smelled at all. The sweet/sour taste was tantalizing
my tastebuds! We just froze for a few seconds. But in that
time, the boy who'd been teasing his knockers bent over and ran
a quick tongue up and over the curvature of his farmboy buddy's
steamy column of shit! An instant later, Orville's tongue did
the same! Then for a just a few seconds I watched, directly
ahead, as they both took simultaneous licks on the boy's
buttery turd! Whoops 'n hollers came from the bystanders.
Matt's finger was jammed as far up my ass as he could get it. I
hadn't even been aware of it--I had been so engrossed with the
pleasant taste of shit and the activity before me. But now he
was grunging his finger sideways, circling it widely up inside
me, working my anus open and my squatting rectum looser than
ever. Had I needed to shit myself, turds would have started
plopping out of my ass right then!
   When I felt three fingers plunging freely in and out of my
asshole, Matt rested his head on my shoulder, and spoke loud
enough for everyone to hear. "Boy's shittin' a beauty, Julian!
Lovely fuckin' turd! Just the kind you like. Start chewing. Eat
his fuckin' sweet turd. Then I'll let you lick the fingers I
got stuffed up your ass!"
   The others were either totally engrossed in silence, or
yelping.
   Matt was pushing buttons all over the place. He was pushing
their buttons with his lewd words, and pushing his finger on my
button, driving my prostate wild while I squirmed on four
plunging fingers. I was afraid he was going to shove his whole
hand up there and twist my prostate right out and beat it to
death! I started to eat. I pulled back a bit, then sank my
teeth into the end of it! It was a turd any boy would be proud
of. Fat and sectioned, glistening with a slick, thin coating of
solidified, recently-deposited cum mixed with heavenly, mellow
assjuice that crackled between my teeth like breaking open an
M&M. Inside, it was so incredibly creamy that it practically
melted in my mouth. I loved the mixture of spiciness and the
tell-tale taste and texture of tangy little sperms, still
churning away, from who knows how many spurting Iowa pricks
serviced during the evening. All in all, the combination of
these sensations--sound, smell, taste and feel--soon had my
mouth and throat working overtime. I lifted a hand to steady
it, then while Georgie knelt on all fours--his father, buddies,
and friends looking on--I worked my lips down the turd,
consuming as I went along!
   "YEAH!" Matt encouraged me, panting, "SHOW 'EM HOW IT'S
DONE! Damn, Julian, you greedy little shit-eater! You've got
every one of us wondering what that thing tastes like...the way
you're gobbling it down. EAT IT ALL! Must be seven, eight
inches of hot shit comin' out of Georgie's luscious pink
asshole. Ooooh! You make it look so gooood! Gonna have these
boys gettin' Georgie to shit for them all the time! Gonna have
the boy feedin' the countryside!"
   Lewd, luxuriously smooth moans were expressed at that! One
farmer, with a massive throbbing cock, began to sputter his
intention of coming.
   "Here!" Matt motioned him. "Stick it back here!"
   I tried to gasp, almost choking on the mouthful of shit I
was devouring, when fingers were wrenched from my ass and about
ten inches of pulsating cock was thrust up my asshole! Matt
reached between my legs and fingered the man's prick base,
squeezing it tightly while the farmer's heavy equipment spasmed
violently, sending enormous explosions of boiling manjuice
splattering against my rectal walls.
   "GAWD ALMIGHTY!" the farmer cried, hugging me and looking
over my shoulder, "s-s-suck that h-hot little t-turd, fella, I
think my pecker's blowin' apart! Eeeeiiih!"
   Feeling my upper colon being throbbingly pounded against
and washed with the man's hot, sticky fluids, I rapidly ate my
way clear up to Georgie's gaping anus. I was stuffed with
shit--stuffed with cock--and was suddenly blowing a huge wad of
my own between 18-year-old Richie's sucking lips! I threw my
head back, catching my breath, and spurted streams of prick-
juice into the older suckboy?/man?'s vacuuming mouth. I wasn't
really sure just where Richie fit in--all I knew was that if he
wasn't before--he certainly was now--an expert at drinking down
big loads from a guy's bursting cockknob!
   Meanwhile, Orville had turned Georgie's butt sideways and
was now unashamedly cleaning his evacuated shithole, while the
young ballfiddler on the other side was giving Georgie a noisy
blowjob!
   We all rested back after this, the country folk expressing
their appreciation for our 'fuck-it-all' performances, and
especially for opening new possibilities for them. We told them
we'd appreciated the fun as much as they had. Then Matt
reminded me that I hadn't licked his fingers yet. He held them
up.
   I looked at him as if I were exasperated. "You just love
making me out to be the ultimate pervert, don't you?" He just
smiled at me.
   "Hell, boy," Lloyd offered, cheerfully, "YOU ARE! Just
about the filthiest, nastiest fella WE ever set eyes on! Give
'em here." He grabbed Matt's upthrust hand. "Let me clean 'im
up." He pulled the fingers into his mouth, slurping loudly,
smacked his lips, then smiled at me "Least I can do!" The whole
place erupted in laughter.
   "Listen, you fellas want to stick around a coupla days and
rest up, you're sure welcome. You can stay up at the house."
   We ended up staying another three days, but we didn't get
much rest. There wasn't another mass orgy involved, or any
involved shit-fests (for me, shit-feasts), but we did manage to
sample a bit more of their 'heterosexual-style' laid-back
country living!!
   Luke managed to corner me one day for his promised 'pro'
blowjob. I was more than happy to deliver. And he was more than
happy to reciprocate. Five years of sucking off farmers--and
his Pa--definitely put Luke in the 'pro' category himself. He
was whumpin' down on my meat just as avidly as I was.
   Just as we were going at it hot and heavy, Wilbur came
around the side of the barn. "SO! Just hitched, and you're
cheatin' on me already! I guess the honeymoon's over?"
   Luke sucked his mouth off my cock with a loud, luscious
smack. "Hi, Wilbur! Find a place and join in. Honeymoon don't
even start til these fellas leave!"
   "Might as well," Wilbur laughed, "Matt's down in the holler
entertainin' some of the young'uns. They's all takin' turns
stickin' their peckers up his bum! Insayshabull, that one!"
Wilbur shucked his clothes off. Luke and I turned on our sides,
continuing our 69. Luke's new 'husband' poked around here and
there--nearly everywhere--lickin' nuts and assholes, caressing
bottoms, bellies and legs. He even licked the sweet boysweat
from Luke's armpits!
   After our first mutual orgasms, together we pleasured
Wilbur, sharing his big dick as we licked up and down the sides
of it. Then the three of us decided to join the group in the
holler, and we all spent the afternoon suckin' 'n fornicatin'!
   Matt had a ball letting the usually submissive suckboys use
his asshole to their hearts' content. But as much as he enjoyed
their randy peckers and youthful enthusiasm, he gave them a
good lesson in how to give yourself up to a thorough reaming
when he managed to get a double-drubbing from Wilbur's hefty
prick! By then, Matt's rectum was overflowing with delicious
boycum, so I showed them what to do if stranded in the desert
with nothing to drink. I drained their nourishing, liquid syrup
from Matt's battered, puffy anus!
   Then Matt picked up on the theme and showed them another
way. He had me piss in his mouth! He knelt there while I held
my flaccid cock, aiming my stream so that it shot down his
throat. He gulped away, sometimes shaking his head so that it
splattered his face, then he pulled it into his mouth and drank
a few more pints! This tickled everyone, and the afternoon
ended up with playful piss games. The giggling boys pissed all
over each other. There wasn't much drinking going on, but Luke
tried to emulate Matt by taking most of Wilbur's forceful
stream.
   We left the heartland a little richer and definitely worn
out! With Luke now at Wilbur's place, and sending his wife away
to visit her cousin, Orville had a little private party with us
on our last night. The three of us were joined by a newcomer--
Orville's younger son, Zack. Zack was a tall, lanky, eager 12-
year-old destined to replace Luke as his pa's suckboy. We
promised not to reveal what took place, but I will say that it
was by far the 'nastiest' time of all! Now we understood why
Orville so readily gave up Luke to Wilbur. As an afterthought,
I wondered whether Mrs. Buckworth ever got any!
   "Matt," I sighed during the drive back, "I almost feel bad
about taking their money. Do you think they'd let us come back
sometime if we paid them?!"
   Matt laughed. "Don't worry, the way they all chipped in,
and the fun they had, it was all worth it to them. Orv was
already talking about a 'return engagement' after the next
harvest."
   "Jeez! Instead of us performing, we should become their
agents and book them as an audience!"
   "You do the booking--I'll join the audience!"
   I layed back while Matt drove, closed my eyes, and thought
about some of the other 'private parties' we'd had with members
of other audiences. Guys who got so turned on they were willing
to pay for an 'up-close and personal' showing--or a chance to
do nasties that they'd thought about but never had the
opportunity to indulge in.
   There was Lee, who fucked me up the ass while hanging over
my shoulder to watch Matt shit in my mouth.
   And Garson, who got up real close as Matt sat on my face
and plopped out a hefty one. All he wanted to do was watch and
sniff. He'd make remarks about how revolting it all was, acting
indignant that he was being subjected to such detestable odors.
Every time he'd say something caustic, he'd get his nose closer
and breathe deeper. He could easily have stuck his tongue out
and licked it--he was that close. But he wouldn't touch it. The
man just loved smelling shit!
   Another strange one, Walter, merely wanted us to be an
'understanding' audience while he pleasured himself with his
own turd. Something he'd probably done many times, but craved
being an exhibitionist about it. He watched himself taking a
shit in a mirror, dropping his turds on the floor. Then he got
down and stuck his face in the mess he'd made, smelling and
licking at it. Then while he jacked off and finger-fucked
himself, he started to gobble it up like a dog eating his own
poop! Did I look so disgusting? I like to think I do it with a
little more flair and sophistication!
   Then there were the rich, middle-aged Harper Twins...

THE END

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