Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2016 08:55:10 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 9

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 9

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After a major piggy Friday night, it had been a lazy Saturday morning.
But after napping too much, I woke up with a boner.  I nudge the guys
awake and asked them to try to shit for me.  A finger up my ass told
me I didn't have a load yet after emptying the evening before.

Lee was very groggy but rolled over and said he thought he could take
a shit with a little coaxing.  He lay on his side and pulled one let
up in the air.  I dove in to suck on his anus.  It was sticky and
looked swollen.  I was a little jealous of how big and stretched his
hole looked.  Mine was so tight and tiny.  I took his ass lips in my
and lovingly sucked.   He moaned and farted into my mouth.

"Mmmmm!" I groaned.

I breathed the rank gas into my lungs.  I drilled my tongue into his
hole and pushed hard.  There I found the tip of a hard turd.  My dick
was totally erect and pressed to my belly.  I used my hands to pull
his muscular cheeks apart roughly.  More gas erupted.  I saw Lee
nudging his brother awake.

"Time for lunch bro...unless you wanna sleep some more."

Derek rubbed his eyes and picked his nose.  He dug out a fat nugget
from his left nostril and smeared it on his lips.  He rolled over on
the bed and scooted off onto the floor.  On his knees, his face was
level with my just below his brother's gaping hole.  A turd was
emerging.  I licked around his hole and across the end of the dark
brown shit poking out.  An inch or so of meat slide forth.  Derek
reached up and with front teeth bit that part off.   He hungrily
chewed that up.  The smell of the freshly sliced shit was pungent.

I licked the bitten end until it was smooth and slick.  Lee grunted
loudly.  It was like he was giving birth.  He moved up and was on his
knees holding onto the headboard.  I kept his ass pulled opened.  His
balls swung back and forth as he moved.  Derek grabbed them and
twisted them around once.  Lee didn't even react...that would have made
me scream.  The skin on his nuts turned dark red before he let them go
and they untwisted.  More shit moved out.  The dark color turned to a
light brown after the hard "head" of the log had fully passed the
sphincter.

The log moved faster and I could tell it was going to be a whopper.
Wonder hissing sounds and crackles popped as it moved an inch at a
time in little bursts.  When I thought it was certainly about to fall
out, it moved some more.

"Fuck, how do you two make these giant logs?" I gasped.

Derek answered by moving my head with his hands and kissing me with
his shitty, booger encrusted lips.  I moaned and we dueled tongues.
More shit moved out until the log was starting to break and softer
shit squeezed out.  With a deafening fart, the log and it's mushy end
collapsed into Derek's hands.

"Clean me off!" Lee grunted.

Now that the job was over, he used his own hands to pull his cheeks
apart.  I dove in and sucked the mild and mushy shit out of his hole
and crack.  The soft shit tasted a little metallic and was very
smooth.  After he was licked clean, he spun around to see his work.

"That's a nice one," he said.

"It's a masterpiece!" I said.

The three of us moved around on the bed so that our faces were close
to each other.  We passed the log around and took turns giving the
hard end a blowjob.  When it was my turn I was surprised how wide it
was...it was hard to get past my back teeth and hurt my jaws.  I
persevered and pushed it in as far as I could take a dick.  The
brothers looked at each other and beamed.  Lee winked at me.

Derek took the log from me and bit off the hard end.  As he was
chewing on it, I started eating from the softer end.  Lee forced his
head between us and licked the center ridges and bumps.  After I
chewed a chunk into my mouth, Lee started kissing me.  We passed that
semi-soft mush back in forth from my mouth to his as we kissed.  It
was so fucking hot...my dick was leaking precum all over the sheet.

"Lay on your back dude!" Derek said.

I plopped over with shit still in my mouth.  He pulled my legs apart
and started eating my ass out.  Lee and I continued our romantic
shit-kissing.  I heard spitting and then three fingers entered my ass.
Derek drilled around roughly and it kind of hurt.  Before I could
complain, I felt the shit log pressed against me.  He was fucking me
with it!

I tried to relax my hole to allow the slimy log to be pushed inside.
He continued to spit on it as he pulled it in and out.  Lee and I
passed the shit back until it was totally like pudding.  He pressed
his head down hard and I swallowed and took the golf ball sized
remnant down my throat in a hard gulp.

"Nice!" he whisper as he pulled off.

Lee got on his knees and forced his cock in my mouth. He was hard as a
rock but I felt piss squirting.  A lot of it drained out of my mouth
before I could get a good seal on it.  After that I took every strong
drop.  My ass felt like a pole was being rammed up it.  The burning
subsided and he leg go.

With his middle finger, he pushed and I felt my asshole clench.  He'd
forced his brothers turd into my ass where it was now stuck.  Derek
rimmed me for the next half hour while I was face fucked by Lee.  Lee
wasn't as rough as his brother with sex. He forced his cock all the
way in but allowed me chances to breathe.  Now and then he pulled out
completely and moved his balls into my mouth.  I was getting good at
sucking both all the way in to the root of the testicles.

At least with a mouth packed with bull balls I could breath.  Lee's
empty ass farted off and on to make the room smell even nastier.  Out
came the balls and Lee moved around to put his knees on either side of
my head.  He pushed his dick in my mouth again.  His muscular thighs
were tight on either side of my head.  I wondered if he could crush my
head with them.  He leaned forward and pulled my dick to him.  He
jacked me as he rode my face.

Derek finally pulled his face out of my ass and burped a nasty and long belch.

"Start pushing that thing out!" he ordered.

I spread my knees out fart and pushed.  Nothing.

"Come on man!"

When nothing happened, he slapped the fuck out of my balls.

"OUCH FUCKER!" I tried to say with a mouth full of cock.

When I garbled and tried to move, I felt the shit budge.  Derek
started licking all over my hole around the turd.  He smacked my balls
hard it again.  It really hurt...like bicycle bar between the legs hurt.
Lee pumped my mouth faster.

I felt the shit moving out of me.  I grunted and pushed with all my
might and it popped out completely in one fast move.  I couldn't see
anything except for Lee's bouncing butt.  I heard mumbling and
grunting.  Lee moved off for me to have a break and I saw the two of
them going at it--a mouth on each end of the log.  Those two munch and
moaned as they ate it quickly.  I marveled at their speed and the
amount they could swallow whole.  Lee's hand was still on my dick. I
moved it off because I was too close to cumming.

I farted loud.  I touched my hole and stuck a finger inside.  It felt hollow.

"Someone fuck me while I'm all open!"

Derek pushed me backward and my head moved to a pillow.  He pulled my
legs up over his shoulders and moved over me.  He forced his dick
inside and it filled me up complete.  I loved it.  His hips began
bucking and he fucked me with a steady pace.  When he moved his face
down to kiss me, I backhanded him across the jaw.

He shook his head but kept fucking me.

"What was that for?"

"For bashing my balls fucker!"

His face turned red and puffy where I had knocked my first against it.
He just grinned with a devilish look and fucked me faster.  Lee moved
behind his brother and pulled his waist to Derek's butt.  Lee started
fucking his brother.  It was a wild rhythm the two of them had but I
was perfectly in sync.

Lee reached around his brother and started jacking me.  The drooling
precum hanging there was enough lube for him to jack me quickly to a
maddening climax.  I yelled as I started shooting sperm.  The dick
pummeling my ass felt so good.  Derek leaned over me with sweat
dripping off his temple onto my face.  He started cumming and his eyes
closed as he grunted like a pig.  He collapsed on me.

"Uggghhh!" Lee's orgasm followed and he pulled his brother off me as
he wound down.  As they rolled over hard, the bed collapsed!  The
supports under it gave way and we were tilted to the left.  I started
laughing.  Lee's thunderous laugh bellowed over me.  I figured this
certainly wasn't the first time.

After the laughter waned, I felt exhausted...but relaxed and happy.

"Man, I wish we didn't have to clean up.  It would be cool to stay
nasty like this all day."

"Yeah, imagine me dropping you off at your dad's with you covered in
shit and cum!" Lee said.

Derek added, "And naked!"

The thought of being dropped off out in the apartments parking lot
naked with dried shit on my face and hands was fucking hot!  My dick
was still hard but I had no energy for another cum.  We took another
short nap before Lee followed me into the bathroom for a good and deep
cleaning.  After dried off and I entered the room, I was in awe of the
mess we left behind.  A dozing Derek breathed loud in his sleep.  Shit
was all over him and the sheets.  The bed was lower on one side than
the other.  He looked really sexy.

It had been a good weekend...but I had to get home.
- - -



Sunday afternoon was mellow.  Dad was sleeping when I got home.  I
stripped and slid into bed next to him.  His warm body was nice under
the covers.  A couple of hours later, I woke to dad's chest pressed
against my back.  His dick was pressing against my battered hole.

"Let's grab some lunch before we have some fun!" he whispered against my ear.

We started in the kitchen after eating and with kissing by the stove.
Dad walked us to back to the bedroom where we made out and did a lot
of foreplay like sucking nips, licking balls, and tonguing ass.  I
marveled at the differences of a mature man versus my teenage buddies.
Dad had hair in the right places and more thicker than the bros.

Dad's smells were different too.   His "after work" smell was
different than his "just waking up smell".  His low hanging ball sac
had a scent much different than the brothers...but kind of like that of
their father.  Dad's pits had a heavier and more acrid odor that I
couldn't get enough of while we were fooling around.  The bonus was
his crack and hole.  I could have spent hours sniffin' and lickin' it.

While he wasn't a piggy as them he could make small things feel so
much sexier...like sucking on my toes while he fucked me on my back.
His eyes often closed in some kind of private reverie orally
satisfying some part of me.  I loved the way he snuggled me after
cumming to let me know the love was still there and he was
appreciative.

I licked his cock clean just after our fuck was over, but it mostly
clean (having given all my butt's contents away over the first half of
the weekend).

I loved the way dad would sit there and admire me without saying a
word.  After cuddling, I'd gotten up for some water.  I looked back at
dad and he looked me up and down.  I smiled back at him.  I walked to
the kitchen and poured me a large glass of water from the kitchen
faucet.

As I drank it down, I got hard again.  I walked back to the bedroom
with it in full display.  It bounced while I drank and walked.

"Oh Max, your man never rests!"

"Of course not dad...I'm always horny!"

"You got fucked this morning huh?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I could feel it!" he said and grinned.

I drank all of the water and then got back in bed next to him.  We
just lay together the rest of the day and only got up to eat dinner.
I watched TV while he dozed and woke several times.  I considered
pulling the covers back to beat off, but decided instead to move under
the covers and headed for dad's dick.

He was asleep but I didn't care.  I found it in the darkness and
sucked on it in its flaccid state.  I smelled his balls and breathed
deeply.  I heard a groan from above.  He never fully hardened.  I
think he just relaxed and half dozed while I sucked and played with
it.  While sucking on his entire ball sac, I shot my load.  There was
no need to get up--there was practically no cum.  I licked my hand
clean and rolled over next to dad.  He was sleeping with a smile on
his face.

- - -

Dad had to work on my birthday, but we celebrated it together on his
day off (Thursday).  He took me out for a good meal and then fucked me
good before we went to sleep.  Before my eyes closed, I felt something
under my pillow when I put my hands under it.  It was a card.

I picked it up and went to the bathroom to read it.  I opened it and
inside the card were two fifty dollar bills!  He'd written, "Max,
you're the best!"

I ran back and bounced on the bed landing on dad.

"Thanks dad!"

I hugged him extremely hard.

"Don't break a rib son!" he joked.

I kissed him on the lips.

"That's awesome dad!"

"Happy 16th birthday buddy!"

"Maybe I can get a job now dad and start saving up for a car!"

His expression changed.

"No rush on the car...just save it for something you really want.  Enjoy it."

We fooled around a little after that but didn't go as far as cumming.
I felt really secure and happy when cuddling up with dad naked.  It
was such a different thing than the rougher and very nasty shit sex I
had apart from him.

I kept thinking of ways to bring up my love for shit with dad.  I
never found any opportunities.  However, I make major attempts to
break into the bathroom while he was shitting--pretending to need to
shower or to brush my teeth.  When he left the bathroom I hurried in
there to get a whiff of his farts and shit smells.  I left the
bathroom door open and never shut it when I took a dump.

I lay back eventually and fell into a happy sleep as I pondered
getting my conversation with dad...maybe I should get a job.

- - -

My actual birthday was on Saturday.  I'd mentioned it to the bro's but
they said they had to work and that they were doing something for
their dad on Friday.  I felt a little "dissed" but didn't dwell on it.
I did tell Blake about my pending birthday that afternoon as the coach
in the weight room was torturing us.

"Yep, when I see your farm boy ass on Monday I'll be 16!"

"Big whoop...now you can get a job and drive a car.  I've been driving
the truck since I was twelve!"

His usual cockiness just made me grin.

"Yeah, I guess you're the man and have done it all before.  Maybe I'll
catch up to all your worldly experience some day!"

 I said that rather harshly.  He looked at me in a strange way and
kept lifting the bars over his shoulders.  He put them in their
holders and moved for me to do my shoulder presses.  The weight of
them made my arms waver just a little.  I hated appearing weak.

"You need some help there ma'am?" he teased.

"Fuck you farm boy!"

"So what are you doing for your birthday--gonna sneak out and get wasted?"

"No...my dad has to work.   I'll be bored at home."

I grunted and strained...I felt my back starting to sweat.

"Help me remove five on each side!"

He pulled off the ring on his end and I did the same.  I plopped down
on the bench and finished my repetitions.  When I was done, my upper
arms burned.

"You did good!" he said.

He'd never complimented me before.  There was a playful look in his eyes.

"Hey, you should come over to my place.  Dad and mom are taking their
annual trip to my granny's.  I have to stay there to do all the
goddamn chores.  Basically I'm their workhorse around there anyway!"

"You been doing it all your life...I guess you're sick of it?"

"Yeah, while you all are sitting around on your asses all weekend I'm
there cleaning up horse shit, milking cows, and feeding pigs!"

"What happened to the chicken coop?"

"That's a given!"

I laughed at him and we moved to another exercise.  We stood in front
of a mirror and each grabbed small weights to work our biceps.  My
arms ached plenty but kept up with him.  Blake was shorter, but
sturdier.  I envied him for his stamina.  The twins were off doing
their own thing.  I was used to pretending like we weren't friends by
that point so I never spoke to them much in there.  They were obsessed
with working out and were in their own world.

"Well?"

He'd been talking and I drifted off in my own thoughts. While thinking
about the brothers, I imagined how hot either of them looked with a
big turd coming out of their puffy and used holes.

"So are you coming to the farm or not this weekend?"

"And help you with all `god damn chores'? That doesn't sound too fun dude."

He looked around and spoke low.

"I got some fucking Grade A marijuana if you're interested."

That peaked my interest.

"Well that's different, but I don't have a way to get there though...I
can ask my dad but he's got just a huge fuckin truck and it's a lot of
trouble.  I'd have to wait until he got ready to drive out"

"Don't bother your dad man...just drive home with me and I'll take you
home Saturday...maybe you can hang `til Sunday."
My dirty thoughts turned from the brothers to Blake.  I wondered if he
was curious about guys.  I wondered if I could seduce him into a
jackoff session.

"Okay...let me go ask the coach to use the phone.  I'll call home and
tell dad from your place."

"Cool.  When we get out of here I'm just gonna grab my stuff and go.
Don't take forever showering in there."

He skipped showering there as usual.

"No worries man...I'll skip it."

He shrugged his shoulders and put the weights up.  Coach called
everyone together and then told us to we were done."

I stayed in my shorts and t-shirt and pulled my backpack out of the
locker.  I shoved my pants and shirt into it and walked out to find
Blake standing next to his truck.

"Come on, you're slow like a girl!"

I gave him the middle finger and kept walking.  We got into his truck
and drove out of the campus.

"Fuck man, don't you have an air conditioner in here?"

"Sorry man, deal with it!" he laughed.

Sweating, I pulled off my shirt.  On purpose, I put my hands behind my
head exposing my sweaty pits.  The windows were open, but I could
smell them.  I wonder if he could too, but he never complained.

We drove onto the interstate highway for a few miles and then exited.
>From the highway, there were only forests visible, but after we turned
onto the rural road the landscaped changed to lighter brush and then
to farm fields.  I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw his eyes straining
to look over my way without turning his head.  On purpose, I adjusted
my crotch a couple of times and pushed my bulge upward.  I noticed he
bit his bottom lip but didn't look at me.

We drove for about five miles and then turned onto a dirt road that
had thick trees around it.  After several twists and turns the trees
thinned out and I saw fields again.

"Fuck man, you're far from school."

"Yep!" was all he said.  "I rode the fuckin' school bus until my daddy
gave me the truck".

Those country boys and their use of the word "daddy"...it was cute.   I
didn't dare tell him that.  I just rode with my arm out of the window
trying to cool off.  It didn't help.

The dirt turned into gravel and we turned to face a large, country
home.  It was an old two-story, wooden house painted yellow with green
shutters.  Around the house were rose bushes and lots of flowers.
There was a trimmed green lawn that abruptly ended many yards away at
a chain link fence.   Beyond that was tall grass hugging a gravel
road.  We drove past the fence, through a double gate, and then
parked.

I jumped out and birds chirped in the trees. Far to the East I saw an
enormous barn.  I heard grunting animal sounds.

"Well, before we chill I've got work to do.  You can sit on your ass
or do it with me."

"No man, I'll go with you to see `farm boy' at his best!"

He laughed and we walked on.  I was the only one shirtless until he
pulled his off too.  It was the first time I'd seen him shirtless.

"Holy cow look at that farmer's tan!  You're whiter than snow under
that shirt man!"

I slapped my leg laughing at him.

"You know you can buy that spray-on tan to even all that up!"

He rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you Mohawk dork!"

He grinned and took my heckling well.  I wondered how white it was
between his legs and ass...did that "farmer tan" continue on the lower
half of his body?

I followed him to help feed a few horses and then we went to the rear
of the property and he made sure there was water for several cows.  He
pointed out to the grains that grew in the fields and how far their
property went.  We then made our way to a huge chicken coop full of
large hens.

"Dad sells these as free range chickens to those health freaks!"

He walked around in the coop looking for eggs.  The few he found he
placed in an old fridge in the barn.

The last part was kind of shocking but interesting.  The pig pen.  It
stunk and was nasty.  It was orderly and looked new, but was hard on
the nose.  There was a sturdy wood fence around it and to the side was
a small pit of water.  He turned on a hose and tossed it into the
small pit and walked over to a shed.  He pulled out a huge bag of feed
and entered the pen.  Six pigs crowded around him and snorted as he
filled the trough with feed.   He put the feed away and then left the
pen to pull the hose out of the fence.  His tennis shoes had pig shit
on the sides.

After leaving the pen, we walked towards the house.  We went up some
wooden steps to a long screened in porch as a huge German shepherd
came running up to him and nearly knocked him down.

"Hey boy!  Hey boy!  Blake squatted to pet the dog and it licked all
over Blake's mouth.  The dog licked all over Blake's mouth and
momentarily their tongues touched.  And then as if forgetting I was
there, he pulled the dog away abruptly and seemed embarrassed.  The
dog followed us in but his nose kept sniffing into Blake's ass.  He
pushed the dog away but it kept trying to wedge its nose into the
crack where his shorts were bunched up.  He pushed the dog away but it
stood up and humped his leg.

"Dumb dog!" he laughed.

He closed the screen door to the porch with the dog behind us.   It
stood there whining for a minute and then went on somewhere else.

"You wanna beer or something?"

"Naw, I try to stay away from that stuff.  My dad's an alcoholic."

His expression changed and he looked down.

"Sorry man."

"No worries.  You got a Dr. Pepper?"

"Sure, come on."

I followed him into a huge, old fashioned kitchen.   It smelled of old
cooking odors but in a pleasant and homey kind of way.  There was a
glass cover over a Bundt cake on the counter.  He opened the fridge
and pulled out a two liter bottle.

"Grab a glass over there," he said pointing.

The upper cabinets had doors with glass windows showing the contents.
 I opened the cabinet and pulled out a tall glass and held it out
while he poured it full.

"So you don't drink...what's your position on weed?" he asked.

"I've enjoyed smoking pot before."

"I've got a blunt I've been dying to smoke.  Let's go to my room."

The kitchen temperature had felt cool, but as we walked through the
house and up the stairs, it felt warmer.  Once inside his room it was
stuffy and hot.

The walls had not been painted in years.  They were full of thumbtack
holes and there were spots where clear tape had help up something and
left a residue.  He had NASCAR posters on the walls and the bed had
cartoon racing cars on it.

"Don't gimme shit about the bedspread.  I need to get rid of it but
it's comfortable as fuck."

The floor was wood with scars of wear over the years.  It looked like
a boy's room...but smelled like our school locker room.  He pulled of
his shoes and socks in front of me.  He was now just in his gym
shorts.  He looked hot.

"Get comfortable man!" he told me.

Comfortable for me was naked, but I only ditched my shoes.

"Have a seat!"

He motioned to the bed as he closed a window.  He walked to the other
window and turned on the window A/C unit.  It started with a hum and
then the fan blew steadily.  Cool air wafted from it and I sat back on
one of his pillows.  He walked into an enormous closet and
disappeared.  He came out with a cigarette lighter and a giant rolled
blunt.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped.

"We're gonna get stoned out of our minds!" he said.

He held it up to his lips and lit it.  First I smelled lighter fluid
and then the wonderful scent of marijuana smoke.  He took a long puff
and the end of it glowed bright orange.

"Here, it's still lit.  Take it easy at first if you haven't done this
in a long time."

I puffed and held it in.  I handed it back to him and then let the
smoke out.  I saw the tiny cloud waft over my nose as it left my
mouth.  He took a really long drag and handed it back.  While I
puffed, he got up and turned a small light on.  It was a black light
that glowed purple.  He pulled the curtain shut and turned the
overhead light off.

"No reason to get stoned with all that glare!"

"Amen," I said.

I felt it fast. This was no simple marijuana.  It had a huge kick to
it from the start.  As we smoked, I relaxed and felt dazed.  He turned
on some music and by me on the bed.  I didn't dare look at him.
Shirtless and barefoot he was already turning me on.  When he
stretched and his bare foot touched mine he didn't move it.  I didn't
move because I didn't want to seem like I was overacting.  I didn't
move it because it felt sexy to touch feet.  He looked boyish in the
dim light.

When the enormous blunt was almost halfway gone, he tapped out the end
and put it out.  I was quite fucked up.  I felt dizzy like I was going
to throw up.

"You okay over there?" he asked.

"Yeah, but that one was bit much for me.  I'm not too experienced as a
smoker." I admitted.  "To be honest I might puke."

I was expecting teasing over it, but he was straight.

"That's cool bud.  Just lay back and chill.  I've got this killer new
movie to watch..."

He got up and opened a drawer and pulled out a VHS.

"I want one of those new DVD players bad...parents won't go for it!  VHS
sucks!" he joked.

The VCR was turned on and he pushed the videocassette inside it.  For
the next hour and half, we watched a horror movie that was so gross
and fucked up with slicing and dicing and horrible deaths, but we were
howling at its craziness and laughing the entire time.  Midway through
we lit up again and smoked the some more of the weed.  He smoked
steadily, but I felt kind of numb.

I just sat the glazed over as the movie played to its end.  I thought
how the bedspread really was soft and comfortable.  I pondered how
many thumbtack holes were on the walls.  I farted silently and
wondered if he smelled it.  I forgot about the movie entirely.

"Sorry, that's all I got to watch!"

"You got any porn?"

I don't know why I asked that.  After I asked it I wasn't even embarrassed.

"I wish man!"

Then he looked down.  He shifted his butt and rearranged his shorts.
I felt my dick get hard but didn't care if it showed.  He got up with
his back to me and dug in a drawer in his nightstand.  He pulled out a
couple of audio cassettes and inserted one of them into his old
stereo.  I knew the song and heard myself singing with it as I fell
back and stared at the ceiling.  My eyelids felt so heavy and I felt
so horny.

- - -

I woke up.  I had no idea now long my eyes had been closed.  It was
still light outside--the orange colors of sunset peeked through cracks
in the closed blinds.  Blake was next to me snoring extremely loud.
In fact that's what woke me up.

I rolled on my side and stared at him.  I admired his soft short
hair...his lightly freckled pale shoulders...his smaller white feet.  I
gently moved my foot against his and stroked it.  My dick hardened
instantly.  I lifted my head and dizziness made me swoon.  I was still
really stoned.  Ever so softly, I touched his left pink nipple.  My
middle finger stroked it until it hardened.  He gurgled and I pulled
away.  God I was so fucking horny!

I sat up and decided I'd go find the bathroom and rub one out.  As I
sat up, he opened his eyes.

"Hey there...you okay?"

"Yeah, I was gonna go take a piss."

He burst out laughing.

"What?  What's so funny?"

"I dunno," he said.

To the right of me was the wall.  To get up I had to scoot to the foot
of the bed or climb over him.  Scooting seemed like work, so I popped
a leg over him to hop up.  Instead of smoothly gliding over him my
knee slipped and I fell on him.  Then I was half-lying on him with my
right hip on the bed and the other on his waist.  My arm was over his
chest.  Our faces were inches apart.

He looked at me in shock for a second and then burst out laughing.  I
started laughing too.

"Hey that's not funny!" I mumbled.

"No, I'm laughing at whatever is poking me in the side!"

"I think that's my boner man...it won't go down since we started smoking!"

My armpit was inches from his face.  I sat all the way up and
straddled his waist.

"Oh wait...I think I feel your boner too!" I said.

I did too!  I sat on it and lowered my head to his face.  With our
faces just an inch apart I put my lips to his ear.

"I'm really horny Blake!"

He laughed and his hot breath was felt on my neck.

"I was getting up to go beat off in your bathroom."

He laughed a lot more.  Then he finally stopped.

"Why get up?  Just do it here!"

That's all I needed to hear.  I sat up and rolled on my back again.

"I'm gonna whip it out dude!"

"Cool," he said.

I pushed my shorts elastic down and pulled out my dick and balls.  My
nuts felt sweaty.  My dick was glad to be free as it rolled back
against my bush.  I farted loudly.  He burst out laughing.

"Sorry man!" I apologized.

He rolled over and looked shocked.

"Wow man, your dick is big!"

"You think so?"

"It's bigger than mine for sure."

"Show me!" I said.

He pulled his out with no inhibitions and pointed it toward me.  It
looked about six inches...and the end of it was covered with major
foreskin.  I'd never seen an uncut dick up close before.  He grabbed
it and some skin rolled down...then "it" caught my eye. His dick was
pierced!

"Holy shit!" I gasped.

"How did you get that done?  That's so cool!"

"I asked one of the summer farm hands to drive me into Dallas and
pretend to be my dad.  He had to sign off and shit on it.  It hurt
like a bitch but I love it now."

On his side still, he wagged it up and down and the shiny silver ring
flipped around.  The ring emerged from his piss hole and curved
downward and disappeared into the underside of his dick just under the
helmet.

"Can I check it out?"

"Sure."

Majorly stoned, he acted so differently than at school or even our
previous outing.  He acted cocky and proud as he pushed his waist
forward and stuck his dick in the air.  I reached out and pulled it
downward.  I moved my face close to it and inspected it as well as I
could in the light of the TV and purple lamp.  I touched the metal
loop and it moved with ease.

"That's badass!

"So is your tattoo!"

"Thanks man!"

Without saying anything, I slid my hand up his abs and across his
chest.  He closed his eyes and smiled.  I was feeling so uninhibited
that I made my move.  I rolled down the skin and then a strong funk
hit my nose.  It was a new stink odor I hadn't smelled before.  In the
scant light I could see stuff on his dick head that looked like dried
cottage cheese or something.

I had heard the word "smegma" at school in a derogatory way when guys
were insulting each other.  I didn't realize what I was seeing and
smelling was the same, but I deduced it was the result of his dick
being unwashed under the skin.

I scooted forward and moved my mouth onto his cock.  He jumped and
fell back on his pillow.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It feels wild!"

"Okay, well then let me finish." I said calmly.

He nodded and I scooted over.

"Get these off!" I ordered.

I tugged at his shorts.  He lifted his butt and pulled them down.
With a swift kick they flew off to the corner of his room.  I moved
over and pushed his legs apart.  I looked up and he was in awe.  His
mouth was open as he watched me go down on his dick all the way at
once.

"Ughhhh!" he moaned.

I slowly sucked his dick.  His sweaty bush smelled wonderful.  It
smelled like dirty balls and arm pit funk mixed together.  I wondered
if he'd skip a bath or two.  Fearing he would shoot too fast (and then
freak out), I went to work on his balls instead. That made him groan
and whine.  The more I sucked on his nuts they loosened up.  My long
arms reached above me and I tweaked his tits.  He flinched several
times.

I spent a few minutes checking out his foreskin.  I pulled it over the
head and let it go.  I sucked on the soft skin and massaged it with my
lips.  When the skin rolled down I rubbed the cheese all over my
nostrils.  It was a wonderful new scent.

"Gawd that feels so damn good dude...oh man!"

His country drawl was so evident in ecstasy.  Going a bit further, I
forcefully pushed his legs up in the air and moved them onto my
back/over my shoulders.  His hole was exposed and my nose dived into
his crack.  I licked his taint and then teased his hole with my
tongue.

"Stop it man, that fuckin tickles!" He giggled.

I kept doing it anyway until he pushed my head off of it.  He
straightened out his legs and then used his hands to guide my head
back to his dick.  I got it...he was ready to cum.

I went all the way down on him and sucked in fast strokes.  The ring
in his cock felt cool in the back of my throat but didn't impede me
from blowing him.  His hand grabbed onto my Mohawk and pulled.  His
hips bucked after just a couple of minutes of face-fucking.  My mouth
filled with wonderful cum. He spurted and spurted a watery cum that
tasted salty and...well, like cum.

After he was done he gently pushed my head off.

"Sorry man," he laughed, "It's sensitive now."

I moved to his balls and sucked there instead.  He giggled like a kid again.

"That really tickles!"

"You're not used to anyone touching you down there...that's all." I said.

He covered his eyes with one hand and the other was under his head.

"What that your first blow job man?"

He kept his eyes closed and seemed disoriented.

"Oh hell man...that's my first sexual experience!"

I felt good knowing I was his first sexual experience...with another person.

"Blake..."

"Yeah?"

He looked over at me.  I rolled onto my side facing him.

"Can I kiss you?"

His expression was so cute.

"Okay..."

I moved over and put my lips on his.  It was just a smack.  He didn't
know how to kiss with tongues.  I moved my tongue into his lips and
showed him.

"Do that back to me..."

He kissed me awkwardly and we locked lips to continue the hot lesson.
He moaned as one of my hands stroked his fuzzy armpit.

"You're sexy man!" I told him.

He didn't say anything.

"Are you gay or bi?" I asked.

Still stoned, he acted goofily.

"Uhhh, I dunno."

"Do you like tits and pussy?" I asked.

"Naw man, I don't like women's pussy...I mean I don't think about it."

I grabbed his penis.

"Well this answers some questions," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's not this cute farmer tan you're hiding in the locker room.
You don't get naked because of this--right?"

I wagged his dick and lightly pulled on the ring.

"Yeah, a P.A. would freak everyone out.  Plus there's no dudes with a
dick like mine.  You know...uncircumcised."

"I've seen one at my old school's locker room...I'd seen a black guy
with an uncut dick in the city pool changing room too." I told him.
"Your skin there kind of flops over your piercing...I think you could
hide it easily."

"Well, I don't want them to see it.  I just pack up and go every time."

"Yeah, I've noticed that Blake."

"And you?  So you've done stuff with guys before too then?  I mean...you
really did that sucking really good."

"Yeah man, I've been with dudes before." I said.

I didn't tell him with whom though.

"I'm gay, Farm Boy...I don't care about girls at all.  I've known it
since I was a kid.  My dad even knows and he totally doesn't care."

"Wow!"

"So...now that we know about each other--I think we can have a lot of fun!"

I moved on top of him and we made out.  It was almost like he was a
cat purring the way he was so into it.  My hands felt him all over up
and down.  His smooth skin was only interrupted by hair under his arms
and around his dick.  He had light hair on his legs, but other than
that he was really smooth.

We kissed and touched each other until we tired out and we napped
after the sun went down.  I felt really good laying next to him.  It
was a different kind of intimacy than the sex with the brothers...or
even my father.  When we fell asleep, I was in a hug with his arms
tightly around me.

When I woke up it was because I needed to piss bad.  I had the
munchies terribly and still felt stoned--but not as numb as before.
When I lay on the bed next to him again, I woke him up.

"I'm starving man...can you go butcher a pig or something and cook us some bacon?"

"Dork!"

He rolled his eyes.

"There's food in the kitchen man...this weekend just help yourself to anything!"

"Come with me...I am hungry as fuck."

He got up and stretched as he yawned.  When he stood up and walked
ahead of me I slid my finger between his butt cheeks.

"Fuck-able ass back here!"

He just grinned but didn't answer.  I sniffed my finger.

In the kitchen, we ate almost the entire cake his mom had made.  Then
we popped popcorn.  After that we finished off a bag of Reese's Peanut
butter cups.  I thought to myself how all that would make one of us a
fantastic shit load.

We settled on his living room couch watching cable TV on a larger
screen than his bedroom.  He sat on my lap and I wrapped my legs
around him.  He smelled musky from our sex and afternoon P.E. workout.
I sniffed his hair and then licked his salty neck.  He grabbed my
hand.  This sentimental softer side of him was a surprise because he
always tried to act butch or macho at school.

"So, tell me," he said.  "Why are you friends with those guys?"

"Uh, I dunno...we just hit it off."

"Have you done this with them?"

I laughed a little.

"Why you ask bud?"

"They are fucking assholes.  They're trash."

I moved and tried to sit up and allow him to shift sideways off my lap
so I could face him."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

He just shrugged but his expression turned dark and somber.  He just
stared at the TV.

"Well?" I asked.

His eyebrows moved down in still a meaner grimace.  I just kept staring at him.

"Did you see that huge gate across the road when we turned into the farm road?"

"Yeah...I think so."

"It's part of a humongous piece of land owned by a family...when the old
man died his kids moved off and it's never been lived on again.  When
I was ten I decided one day to go exploring in there.  The old dirt
road led me to his rotting old house.  Well, I found another road
behind hit that led to an overgrown farm field...than another...and
another.  I walked forever until I came into a dead end."

I wasn't sure what his story had to do with anything.  He wouldn't
look at me in the face while he talked.

"So I heard guys talking...I kept walking.  Just another acre from where
I was I found another clearing.  So, I walked to the edge of it and
then I saw it--two naked guys running around squirting each other with
a water hose.  They were my age.  It was those two buddies of yours!"

I thought about the route we always took to the bro's and it seemed
extremely far from Blake's farm.

"So, I just watched.  I've known them since kindergarten class...never
cared for them. But fuck they were naked.  So, every summer day I got
over there early, climbed a tree, and then watched them do crazy
stuff.  I even saw them stop what they were doing sometimes and piss
on a tree or shit in the grass--seriously!

Now and then a slutty big titted woman came out and yelled at
them...their mom I guess--and was always just in her panties and bra.
Once I saw a mean lookin' tattooed guy come out and yell at them too.
Their folks never cared about them running around naked!

Then one day I seen one of them wrestling with a dog...then he started
grabbing it's dick and then sucked it!  I was so amazed that I slipped
and fell out of the tree.  Just then the other brother came out and
they came running toward me!

They tackled me and started kicking the fuck out of me.  One of them
took a piss in my face.  I think it was Derek...who knows they fuckin'
looked the same.  He punched me in the stomach until I thought I was
dying and couldn't breathe.

When they finally let me go I took off running.  That dog came after
me and stayed at my heels for a long time.  I ran so hard and fast.  I
don't remember much about how I got to my room at home.  My face
wasn't hit but I was dirty.  Later I was black and blue all over my
ribs and belly.

My dad saw me in the bathroom and got mad when I wouldn't tell him who
did it.  He almost threatened to call the police."

Blake finally looked me in the eyes again.  I didn't want to do
anything mushy like hug him and embarrass him.  So I just sat still.

"You've never told anyone else about this before huh?"

"No, you're the first."

"I've hung out at their house many times.  They seem immature at
times...they even fight among themselves.  I've never heard them be so
hateful like you talked about.  Maybe they've just really grown up
since then?"

I couldn't admit everything I knew...Derek and Lee had grown up with
drug user parents in a fucked up environment.  I couldn't tell him how
I'd seen the sentimental side of Lee.  I believed him, but I wished it
wasn't trued.  I wished I hadn't heard it.

"That explains some of the `go to hell' looks I've seen you give the boys."

He replied, "It's more like a `you're dead to me' look."

I didn't want to dwell on that topic.  It was clearly making him uncomfortable.

"Well I think my belly is full enough now. But I could always swallow
some more cum!"

"It's your turn dude!  Can I suck you off?"

"Go for it!

Blake then got on his knees and proceeded to suck me.  My legs
stretched out to the coffee table and he was between them.  His teeth
grazed me a few times until I told him about it.  Other than that, he
sucked decently for a first-timer.

I could tell his jaw was tiring just after ten or so minutes.  I
started thinking of how I'd love to feast on one of his fresh shit
logs.  I imagined being on my knees in the pigpen barefoot and naked
while he sat on the fence shitting down on me.  I came hard into his
mouth.  He gulped it down.  He paused too soon.

"Keep sucking it!"

He sucked until my orgasm was completely over.  I'd learned to enjoy
the "after orgasm" feeling of a long blow job and let him suck until I
knew he'd gotten every last drop.

"Nice!" I commented.

He pulled off me and licked his lips.

"You're quite tasty!"

I pulled him up to me and we kissed.  The make out session continued
until we were laying on the couch.  I was on my side with my back to
the couch.  He lay on his side against me.  The window air conditioner
hummed in the background and the TV droned beyond us.  My dick
hardened between his thighs.  The marijuana was wearing off but I felt
very tired.

- - -

I woke up with the urge to piss.   Blake wasn't with me.  I wondered
where he had gone in the middle of the night.  I walked to the kitchen
and the clock on the microwave was 4:35am.  I felt disoriented in
someone else's home.  I looked around for the bathroom and found it
just before I nearly pissed on the floor.

I walked upstairs and didn't find Blake...so I walked outside.  The cool
night air felt nice around my naked body.  I heard a clanging noise in
the distance and walked toward it.  The gravel hurt my feet so I
walked into the grass.  Suddenly I felt painful stings and lifted my
foot to see I'd stepped in a patch of stickers.  I pulled them out of
my feet and hobbled back onto the edge of the gravel path.

A floodlight attached to a huge wooden pole was turned on.  There was
light coming from the barn.  I walked to the door and found him
pouring feed into buckets.

"Fuck, you farm boys get up early!"

He was in a pair of boots only.  My dick woke up.

"The farm is a `round the clock' job."

"I can see that now," I replied.  "I don't see how anything gets done
with all these naked farm hands around!"

He grinned at my joke.  Then he intently went back to his chores.  I
found a bench and sat there drowsily.  I would have easily gone back
to sleep there but I strained to keep my eyes open. I yawned and
rubbed my foot where the stickers had stung me.

"I'm just hopin' there's a naked punk rocker on my bed when I get
back!" he said.

"You can bet on that, man!"

I got up and walked back to the house.  I figured I'd rather be
sleeping then sitting out there waiting for him to feed the animals.
I stood up and his dog came up to me from behind.  He stood on his
hind legs behind me with a paw on each of my lower thighs...his snout
dove in my crack.  I jumped from the cold nose.

"What the fuck?" I said laughing.

His dog started humping my leg.  I looked down and saw a large penis
out of its sheath.  Blake rushed over to me.  He looked mortified.

"Get out of here! Get!"

The dog obeyed him.  However, as I walked back to the house the dog
was on my heels.  His nose was in the air like he smelled something I
couldn't.  Before I opened the front door inside the porch, he sat
down and made a soft whining sound.  I could see his pecker was out.

I was so sleepy that it didn't kick in right away.  But after I hopped
on Blake's bed I lay there thinking of his story about my redneck
friends.  If the story was true, it was so long ago that maybe the
brothers forgot about it.  I couldn't be mad at them for something
that they did as stupid kids.  I didn't want to lose my shit
connection either.  If they weren't around I'd be stuck with my own
turds only.  I wasn't sure if I could ever get dad to shit in my
mouth.  I didn't think the brother's were bad guys.

Then I thought about Blake's horny dog...and his embarrassment.  Could
it be?  Before I could finish that thought, I heard him coming up the
stairs.  Wood creaked as his feet ran up them.   I stretched out and
then sat up.

"Leave those boots on--that's hot as fuck!"

He laughed.

"I'm serious!

I stood up and told him to bend over with his hands on the bed. With
his ass in the air, I got on my knees and pulled his cute butt open
and planted my lips on his tight crinkled hole.

"Man, I'm really dirty back there!"

I tasted shit.  He must have taken a dump before he went outside.  I
didn't respond, I just kept sucking it until it loosened up and my
tongue slid inside.  There it found soft shit.  He moaned as I ate him
deeply.  I stroked his balls and dick from behind.  He knew he was
dirty back there...but didn't know I wanted it and was licking out his
shit!

I decided to test my theory about the dog.  I slobbered on two fingers
and inserted them together.  They slid in without even a flinch from
him.  When they came out there was a little shit on my fingers, but I
immediately stuck the fingers in my mouth to get them wetter and slid
them back in.  I slowly finger-fucked his hole as he groaned in
pleasure.

After a few minutes, I added a third finger...then a fourth.  I never
detected any discomfort from him.  I became suspicious. His ass
started out feeling tight but easily loosened with my prying fingers.
The first time anyone else did that to me (someone's fingers other
than my own) it kind of hurt.

"Want my cock in there instead?"

"YES!" he shouted.

I liberally spitted down on my dick and into the palm of my hand.
With Blake bent over supported by his hands and arms on the bed, I
slid into his ass.  It was tight, but he didn't make any sounds of
discomfort.

"Ohhhh," was all he said.  "Fuuuuck!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm doing farm boy.  You like that dick in your ass?"

"I do!"

I slowly moved in and out.  As my dick's head reached close to his ass
lips, I pushed all the way in again.  Each time my pubes reached his
crack he whimpered. He looked spectacular naked in just cowboy boots.
I pulled his upper body up against mine.  My knees were bent to
maintain his height.  I kissed his soft neck and hugged him hard...all
the while fucking him.

"Turn around!" I whispered.

My dick came out of his hole with a little plop sound.  I grabbed his
butt with each hand.

"Wrap your legs around my waist!"

With me holding his butt, he hopped up and I pulled him on to me.  He
legs tightly gripped me and I felt him pull my dick against his hole.
I lowered him some and I slid back into his warm hole.  We kissed as
intensely as the evening before.  His hard dick was pressed between us
as we fucked with me standing up.  He didn't seem as heavy as I
thought he would.

We stood that way until my legs tired.  I moved him to his desk and
sat his ass on it.  From there he lay back and stretched his legs up
to my shoulders.  I pulled out and spit and then started fucking him
like crazy.  He jacked off while I rammed him hard.  My balls slammed
against his tailbone.  When his cum started spurting upward, I
couldn't hold it anymore and started seeding his ass.  We came
together intensely.

After my orgasm waned, I realized I was sweating all over.  Blake had
a sheen of sweat on his chest.  I lifted him off the desk and moved
him to his bed.  My tired legs buckled and I fell squashing him.  We
started laughing.

"Now that was a fuck!" I said softly in his ear.  "That no was no fuck
from a virgin either!"

He slightly stiffened.

"Come on...tell me."

He didn't answer.  I put my lips against his ear and whispered, "Woof woof?"

He let out a sigh.

"Busted!"

Intrigued by his answer, I slid down on the bed and rolled him over
onto his back.  I pushed his legs up in the air. His worn out hole
glistened in the dim lamp light.

"Fart it out!"

Holding his legs up, I lay my tongue just under his anus.

"Push it out!"

"What??" he choked.

"Just do it! Fart my cum out!"

A gust of air rushed out as his asshole opened. I stuck my mouth over
it.  I sucked hard and drilled with my tongue until I was rewarded
with some of my cum.  Then I moved over and collapsed on my back.  I
was very tired.

"You're nasty!"

I thought about it and agreed.

"Yea, very nasty.  That bad?"

"No," was all he said.

- - -

I woke up to Blake shaking me hard.

"Get up Max...get UP!"

I rolled over in a daze.  He slapped my ass really hard.  I sat up and
rubbed my eyes.

"My parents are back!  They are home early!"

He was pulling off his boots and pulling on jeans and a shirt.   I was
looking around for my clothes but didn't know where they were.

"I'll go stall...I'll tell them a buddy spent the night but you need to
get your ass dressed NOW!"

He was panicked and nervous.  I tried to keep a cool head as I found
articles of my clothing here and there.  I pulled on my Doc Martens
and tucked the laces into the boot.  I brushed my Mohawk backwards and
looked at myself in the mirror.  I looked okay but I knew I smelled
funky.  I walked out of the room and down the stairs.

I found Blake talking to his dad.  He acted very guilty without
realizing it as he talked to his dad telling him his buddy hung out
there for the weekend.  As I walked into the room, man about ten years
older than my dad looked my way.  He had a kind face, wore denim
overalls, and his expression looked suspecting.

"I better not find my Jack Daniels drunk up!" I heard just before I got closer.

"Dad, this is Max."

"Nice to meet you sir."

I reached out my hand to shake.  It was met with a very firm shake by
a rough and calloused hand.  His dad smiled wearily at me.  He knew
something was up--but wasn't quite sure exactly what.  From his
comments before, he probably guessed we had been partying.

"Call me Troy, son."

"Yes sir," I said.

His dad smiled and nodded.

"Go help your mama with that luggage."

"Yes sir," he said quickly.

I followed right behind him.

We were outside in seconds.  In pristine condition, a long 1970's
Cadillac was parked outside.  A woman stood outside opening the trunk.
She looked like Ms. Ellie on the TV show Dallas.

"Mom, this is my buddy Max from school.  He stayed here last night
after school."

His mom smiled genuinely and when I reached out my hand to shake (I
wasn't sure what to do), she hugged me softly.

"Max and me have the same P.E. class."

"Is this the young man you told your daddy you're always competing
with in class?"

His face turned red.

"We're always trying to `one-up' the other," I said.  "We're friendly
competitors."

He looked embarrassed still.  I thought it cute that he'd even talked
to anyone else about me.   He moved quickly to the trunk of the car
and pulled out three large suitcases.  I grabbed one of them.  We
followed her back into the house.

"Geesh mom, you took all this for only two days!"

One of his suitcases kept bumping the ground.  I realized he'd taken
the heaviest one on purpose.

"I know babe, but you never know what you're gonna need on a trip."

Then my face turned red...I didn't realize she'd heard that.  I just
smiled awkwardly back and regretted opening my mouth.

There was no explanation about why they returned early.  I considered
us lucky as we could have been naked outside of the house or doing god
knows what in plain view.  After we wagged those heavy suitcases up
stairs, I followed him downstairs and outside.

"Let's get out of here.  I don't wanna run you off but if we stay here
dad will put us to work with no hesitation!"

"Sounds good!"

He stepped back inside for a few minutes and I sat on the porch steps.
Finally he came back out with keys in his hands.

"I told dad we had plans to go running around today.  Let's get out of here!"

- - -

An hour later, we were entering the outskirts of Dallas.  For lack of
ideas of what to do...I'd suggested we drive into the city.  It was only
9:45am.  Later, as we entered the downtown area, the sunlight was
bright and I covered my eyes as it reflected off the glass windows of
a high rise.

"I have no idea where I am going.'

"Just stay on the freeway and I'll tell you where to turn."

I wanted him to take me to my old house.  I didn't know if my mom
would be home...I wasn't sure I wanted to see her.  But I wanted to see
my old neighborhood...my old friends.

"When was the last time you were here?" I asked.

"When I was five."

"Farm boy, you need to get out more!"

"Fuck you!" he laughed.

We exited the freeway and drove into Oak Cliff.  One of Dallas' oldest
neighborhoods.  A mixture of poverty, middle class, and the rich.  Old
money neighborhoods side by side with houses of families on welfare.
A mix of races but predominately black and Hispanic.  A rush of
"fixer-uppers" had popped up all over before I left.  Blake's eyes
were big as we drove around.

Finally we made it my old street.  I was ready to even go inside and
say hello to my mom.  However, as we drove closer, I saw a sign in the
yard.  It was a For Sale sign.  Just above it...a smaller sign attached
said, "SOLD".

To be continued...


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